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ZOCOM wrote:I'd watch it. Even if it was just some guy in a remodelled 90's ninja turtles costume just knocking Teenagers about with flying kicks for 2 hours

See, the title even has a double meaning! "Martial Law" refers to the military lockdown over the area, HOWEVER it can also be considered a pun over the fact it knows judo. A martial art. You could say, its "martial law".

Believe it or not I spent all of five minutes thinking and typing that out, combined. Glorious, I know. I'm waiting on a call back from Marvel. Or Fox....or Sy-fy. Or anyone. I posted my film draft on every single telephone pole in the North America so it's just a matter of time really.

Synnadine wrote:See, the title even has a double meaning! "Martial Law" refers to the military lockdown over the area, HOWEVER it can also be considered a pun over the fact it knows judo. A martial art. You could say, its "martial law".

Believe it or not I spent all of five minutes thinking and typing that out, combined. Glorious, I know. I'm waiting on a call back from Marvel. Or Fox....or Sy-fy. Or anyone. I posted my film draft on every single telephone pole in the North America so it's just a matter of time really.

Out of the ones listed, sy-fy is the most likely candidate , and all of them are owned by the mouse.
So Disney is the most likely candidate

8:39 AM, Jacobson
Bey leaves the bounty office with a little more spending m-
"HEY!"
He stops counting the bills and looks around.
"YOU!"
Bey scratches his head and shrugs before going back to counting the money, but is interrupted by a shadow looming over him.
"DON’T IGNORE ME!"
Now he looks up at the gargantuan man, over 11 feet tall and practically that wide at his bulging shoulders and arms, though with an Itty bitty waist and legs. Very clearly from the Blue Seas.
"WAS IT YOU WHO ROUGHED UP MY MEN?!"
He built stupid.
"ANSWER ME LITTLE MAN."
Must have a twenty foot armspan... Bey notes in his notebook.
"YOU- WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU WRITING."
A new record.
"DON'T YOU IGNORE ME! I AM CAPTAIN TAFFU, OF THE BADBREAK PIRATES!"
Bey blinks.
"YONKO-BREAKER, ADMIRAL KILLER, SCOURGE OF THE SEAS! AND YOU WILL FEEL MY WRA-"

8:41 AM, Jacobson
Bey walks out of the bounty office with a lot more spending money.

The time updates make this all worthwhile

ZOCOM wrote:The time updates make this all worthwhile

There was a line in the bounty office so it slowed him down

OOC: Okay!

Pitkind: Demons and Fiends is now complete! The most noteworthy change in the revamp for this section is that, in hindsight, demons are actually more of a lawful evil as they are written now. Just describing how they are, how they operate. Their hierarchy. While individuals may certainly be chaotic evil, Perdition as a whole really is more of a lawful evil. Quite different from the chaotic evil that at least I had always been envisioning/imagining over the years.

Not happy with how "blocky" the entry is though, there's not really a way to make the paragraphs smaller in terms of information. My only options would be either skimming out Fiends and giving them their own section, but there's not really enough to them to do so, OR to make it five paragraphs instead of four. But then it would look bad for a different reason and I'm not sure which is worse: Five paragraphs or four blocks.

After rewatching the Mandalorian again, along with some Kotor, I'm getting a hankering for doing some Mando stuff myself

ZOCOM wrote:bloopblub blopbloopblup blup Blubloopblopblubloop blopbloop, blub bloop blop blublub, Wub blubwub blu blopwubloop blop blubloop blop Blubloop woop wubloop

When did you learn to speak fish? I'm sorry, I'm not fluent. Something about "motor" and a "hankering"? Are you hungry but your transportation died?

Synnadine wrote:When did you learn to speak fish? I'm sorry, I'm not fluent. Something about "motor" and a "hankering"? Are you hungry but your transportation died?

Go bloopblub yourself

8:42 AM, Jacobson
Now that he has some extra cash Bey decides to go and buy the throw rug he spotted earlier. Should reduce how many times he has to clean the floor after Seki tromps through with muddy boots. But on his way back a strangely delectable smell of cooking meat catches his attention. It leads him to a booth he hasn't seen before, what basically amounts to a food truck missing its wheels and side panels. An old scruffy white dog is laying down in front of it next to the service counter, where an oddly squat man with giant widely spaced eyes over his bristling mustache stares at Bey walking up to him.
"Dog?"
Bey blinks.
"Dog." The odd man's speech is somewhere in between 'can't speak Puriran' or 'I've had enough of your sh*t'. He turns and points to tubes of meat currently on his grill without breaking eye contact.
"... What?"
"Dog. Yes no."
"Uhhh..." Bey looks at the pooch and questioningly points at it. "Dog?"
The dog stiffens up and prepares to run away.
"No!" The odd man shakes his head and points at the meat tubes again. "Not dog."
Bey can feel his brain cells dying. "What."
The way the man grunt-sighs almost makes Bey blow him up. "Dog." The man points at the meat tubes. He then points at the mutt. "Dog."
"Ok..."
He then points back at the meat. "Not dog."
"Just..." Bey nearly has an aneurysm. "So. That's CALLED a dog."
"Yes."
"But not... MADE of dog."
"Yes."
"... Why?"
The man built like a square shrugs.
"I-" Bey just cradles his temples and thinks happy thoughts. "Fine. I'll take one."
The man steps fully up to the counter, puts both palms flat on its surface, and stares Bey hard in the face. "How?"
Bey: https://i.imgur.com/Kgeca7r.png

Poor Bey

Wabacha wrote:8:42 AM, Jacobson
Now that he has some extra cash Bey decides to go and buy the throw rug he spotted earlier. Should reduce how many times he has to clean the floor after Seki tromps through with muddy boots. But on his way back a strangely delectable smell of cooking meat catches his attention. It leads him to a booth he hasn't seen before, what basically amounts to a food truck missing its wheels and side panels. An old scruffy white dog is laying down in front of it next to the service counter, where an oddly squat man with giant widely spaced eyes over his bristling mustache stares at Bey walking up to him.
"Dog?"
Bey blinks.
"Dog." The odd man's speech is somewhere in between 'can't speak Puriran' or 'I've had enough of your sh*t'. He turns and points to tubes of meat currently on his grill without breaking eye contact.
"... What?"
"Dog. Yes no."
"Uhhh..." Bey looks at the pooch and questioningly points at it. "Dog?"
The dog stiffens up and prepares to run away.
"No!" The odd man shakes his head and points at the meat tubes again. "Not dog."
Bey can feel his brain cells dying. "What."
The way the man grunt-sighs almost makes Bey blow him up. "Dog." The man points at the meat tubes. He then points at the mutt. "Dog."
"Ok..."
He then points back at the meat. "Not dog."
"Just..." Bey nearly has an aneurysm. "So. That's CALLED a dog."
"Yes."
"But not... MADE of dog."
"Yes."
"... Why?"
The man built like a square shrugs.
"I-" Bey just cradles his temples and thinks happy thoughts. "Fine. I'll take one."
The man steps fully up to the counter, puts both palms flat on its surface, and stares Bey hard in the face. "How?"
Bey: https://i.imgur.com/Kgeca7r.png

Never before have I questioned the existential trauma someone who has never heard of a "hot dog" might possibly go through.

Synnadine wrote:Never before have I questioned the existential trauma someone who has never heard of a "hot dog" might possibly go through.

It's a weird thing to think about. I originally wanted the silly thing of Bey just standing in a crowd eating a hot dog watching pirates and marines fight. Then I realized he doesn't know what one is. Which led to the strange man.

Wabacha wrote:8:42 AM, Jacobson
Now that he has some extra cash Bey decides to go and buy the throw rug he spotted earlier. Should reduce how many times he has to clean the floor after Seki tromps through with muddy boots. But on his way back a strangely delectable smell of cooking meat catches his attention. It leads him to a booth he hasn't seen before, what basically amounts to a food truck missing its wheels and side panels. An old scruffy white dog is laying down in front of it next to the service counter, where an oddly squat man with giant widely spaced eyes over his bristling mustache stares at Bey walking up to him.
"Dog?"
Bey blinks.
"Dog." The odd man's speech is somewhere in between 'can't speak Puriran' or 'I've had enough of your sh*t'. He turns and points to tubes of meat currently on his grill without breaking eye contact.
"... What?"
"Dog. Yes no."
"Uhhh..." Bey looks at the pooch and questioningly points at it. "Dog?"
The dog stiffens up and prepares to run away.
"No!" The odd man shakes his head and points at the meat tubes again. "Not dog."
Bey can feel his brain cells dying. "What."
The way the man grunt-sighs almost makes Bey blow him up. "Dog." The man points at the meat tubes. He then points at the mutt. "Dog."
"Ok..."
He then points back at the meat. "Not dog."
"Just..." Bey nearly has an aneurysm. "So. That's CALLED a dog."
"Yes."
"But not... MADE of dog."
"Yes."
"... Why?"
The man built like a square shrugs.
"I-" Bey just cradles his temples and thinks happy thoughts. "Fine. I'll take one."
The man steps fully up to the counter, puts both palms flat on its surface, and stares Bey hard in the face. "How?"
Bey: https://i.imgur.com/Kgeca7r.png

This has brought forth a great pain I have suffered since I was relocated to the forest.
As a great consumer of all-beef hotdogs in the Chicagoland area, there is one thing I miss more than almost anything else from the period of time that I once lived there.

Poppy
Seed
Buns.

LONG have I craved such an item with my delectable meat based food.
LONG have I been DENIED such an item due only to biased regional preferences.
Nowhere in this gods' forsaken wilderness do they sell them. It's like they simply do not exist.

OOC: Open for banner suggestions, now that that is a thing. Feel free to suggest an idea of what I can look up, a theme for me to get started looking, OR if you find something yourself go ahead and post a link.

Synnadine wrote:OOC: Open for banner suggestions, now that that is a thing. Feel free to suggest an idea of what I can look up, a theme for me to get started looking, OR if you find something yourself go ahead and post a link.

Banner? Like, for your nation? Why not just have a halo-ish space station or something of the like? Hell even just a backdrop of a UNSC fleet would fit

ZOCOM wrote:Banner? Like, for your nation? Why not just have a halo-ish space station or something of the like? Hell even just a backdrop of a UNSC fleet would fit

no, for the region. That's a thing now.

Synnadine wrote:no, for the region. That's a thing now.

Wah, regional banners?

Why not lean into the meme and have it be a bowl of chili peppers

ZOCOM wrote:Wah, regional banners?

Why not lean into the meme and have it be a bowl of chili peppers

Memeing is certainly and option I had considered but had not looked into as of yet.

Synnadine wrote:OOC: Open for banner suggestions, now that that is a thing. Feel free to suggest an idea of what I can look up, a theme for me to get started looking, OR if you find something yourself go ahead and post a link.

Compilation of John getting meme'd on.

Gavilain

Wabacha wrote:Compilation of John getting meme'd on.

I second this

Gavilain

Wabacha wrote:Compilation of John getting meme'd on.

The Sangheili Separatist wrote:I second this

I don't think the banner is big enough for 5 years worth of me getting memed on

Gavilain

Wabacha wrote:Compilation of John getting meme'd on.

The Sangheili Separatist wrote:I second this

ZOCOM wrote:I don't think the banner is big enough for 5 years worth of me getting memed on

Nonsense, have the banner be composed of all the best lines. Not all of them. For big memes you can summerize it all in a sentence.

Wabacha wrote:Compilation of John getting meme'd on.

The Sangheili Separatist wrote:I second this

Gavilain wrote:Nonsense, have the banner be composed of all the best lines. Not all of them. For big memes you can summerize it all in a sentence.

....................okay. But HOW

Synnadine wrote:....................okay. But HOW

Bunch of screenshots of him getting memed on smooshed into one banner sized image.

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