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When humanity truly began expanding into the stars they brought many things with them. Philosophy, war, Gelato, and even furry creatures called “Cats” which became regarded as god like beings to some societies. One thing often not discussed was their enthusiastic forms of physical activity play called “Sports”.
Initially, sports were regarded as little more than children activities by non-human species. In the face of scientific research and warfare which dominated the galactic plane many did not have time for such things; yet when compared to the seriousness of which humans regarded some sports and their willingness to “throw hands”, as the humans said when initiating physical violence, over sporting disputes it started to gain more traction.
Militaristic species like the Vendari and the Koon quickly adopted Football and Soccer, as they both highlighted physical strength and strategic thinking. The Mig became enthralled by Golf as they enjoyed careful planning and mathematical positioning. Even the Nucal started using beer pong to resolve political debates, although primarily for the fact it allowed them to drink.
One sport that really took off and soon formed a pan-galactic tournament was boxing. Although, it’s primary title holder was somewhat of a controversial pick.
Gen’Vo was the most renowned boxer throughout the quadrant and current title holder of pan-galactic contender, the highest award given for the tournament. They were also a Trippit, which meant they had innate telepathic abilities which included mind reading.
Many of their wins were attributed to the fact Gen’Vo could literally read the mind of their opponent and know exactly what they were about to do. This led to an outpour of challenges to Gen’Vo’s victories, yet the tournament guidelines specifically stated that they would not dissuade boxers based on their species abilities. It was a delicate tightrope to walk but it was intended to ensure that all those who wished to enter the ring could. Otherwise the overly muscular Sep’nicks would never have been able to enter, nor would the insect like Dri.
Gen’Vo held the title for some seven years until finally meeting his match against the one opponent who was capable of defeating them.
Marco Arena, a human boxer.
While the initial creators of the sport, most alien participants didn’t think Marco would be able to hold his own again Gen’Vo during the final match. Their mind reading powers had already been proven to be hyper effective with defeating foe after foe.
When the bell sounded both fighters rushed forward. Gen’Vo started to read Marco’s mind but was surprised to hear nothing but music playing. They became so lost in the confusion that they failed to raise their guard fast enough to block a powerful right uppercut Marco unleashed.
Gen’Vo road the blow to prevent serious damage but was still shaken. They retreated several paces and tried to read Marco’s mind again as he continued advancing; yet only heard the same musical patterns playing.
Marco delivered a flurry of punches in rapid succession that Gen’Vo was barely able to defend against. The few instances Marco left himself open and Gen’Vo stepped in to deliver a blow of their own Marco would retreat and counter as Gen’Vo over extended.
It was almost as if Marco was the one reading minds now, and for the first time Gen’Vo was devoid of his telepathic abilities.
The match lasted three rounds before Marco finally delivered a blow so hard it sent Gen’Vo flying from the ring and out into the watching crowd. Safe to say they did not get up from the blow and Marco was declared the winner.
When asked on how the human had been able to defeat the mind reading effects of Gen’Vo Marco admitted that for the last three months he had trained his body to respond to certain notes within a song. Which notes meant attack, block, push forward, retreat, etc. He trained so hard that his body no longer needed a mental command to perform an action; his muscle memory was so strong his body would react by itself.
Once again proving the deadliness of humans; even when at sports.
I'm just tired of people being ugly to each other.
Make it stop. For everyone's sakes.
You want to call your House rep now and tell them Trump needs to be impeached immediately for defying a Supreme Court order (re: Kilmar Abrego Garcia), which functionally voids our constitution and means no one in America has rights anymore.
I am not exaggerating.
As of now, anybody can be disappeared, no due process, no recourse. Trump is openly disregarding a Supreme Court order and says he’ll send US citizens to El Salvador.
This is not a drill.
Call your House rep and tell them they must impeach. Tell them if they cannot bring themselves to impeach, they must resign. A more open and shut case to impeach is not possible. Trump and his administration are saying openly, in public, that anybody can be kidnapped by ICE, even in error, and disappeared permanently.
Call your senators, too, and tell them to support impeachment (it goes to them once it passes a majority House vote).
What always bothers me with modern depictions of Thor and hammer is the idea that mjolnir has to be this large, heavy head that would weigh an insane amount on a wooden handle.
Have you ever seen a mjolnir pendant? It's one piece; that fact is pulled straight from the eddas.
If the hammer wielded by the strongest man of Asgard was one piece of iron (steel faced for strength), it had to be huge and weigh a metric butt-ton or was rather small but hit like a brick. The latter would've been just as intimidating, if not more, since that thing once flattened a mountain in one swing.
"Yes, you may be able to *lift* the hammer, but you'll never be able to *use* it."
Just another philosophy point on the character of Þoŕ Oðinson.
So I've been working with chainmail for about a year and a half now and I've gathered knowledge on it:
- making maile isn't for the faint of heart: there's about 1000 rings in my work, and that's SMALL compared to a shirt or coif (hood)
- stained fingers and the smell of metal are normal
- there's more to it than "metal rings go together"; there's math involved, mainly the ratio of the inside diameter of the ring and the diameter of the wire used, which impacts what patterns can be used; there's a lot of uses of triangles, especially with seams; and a whole lot of counting and checking fit
- it's like knitting in some concepts, but it's different in most. Mainly, you're having to handle metal rings that, if dropped, disappear into the aether for a couple of months.
- small and tight doesn't immediately mean it's a good idea. It just means you'll be gaining length at a slower speed.
It's funny that we see craftsmen do their thing, but almost never see them slave away at farming resources. We never see the lone young blacksmith devote weeks to make their charcoal or making everything for corner of the craft that they want to explore, but have nothing to do it.
There's only two shows that do that, but one covers all of science, and the other is an average Joe that makes crude tools rather than devoting countless hours to refine each stage of their adventure.
#agreed
In American idiot by Green Day, is it:
"Everything dementedly okay" or "Nothing's meant to be okay", or is it "everything's not meant to be okay?" Because I've always heard the former until someone did a cover, and they said the latter.
They're equally fucked up and fitting.
Magic broken down:
Back before modern science, it and magic were the same thing; an incantation/blessing held as much water as making salt of tartar (K2CO2).
Remember, too, not literacy wasn't as high in Europe as it was in other places, so the act of just writing showed you knew stuff many didn't.
Also, geometry (simply a way to measure things using shapes and the relationships they can make [e.g. two circles; one inside and on outside an equilateral triangle have a ration of 1:2, 1/2, or .5]) was thought to show the secrets of the universe. Stone masons in Europe used geometry as a measurement tool, which was a large component for this train of thought. The topic of geometry is for a different post
Also, spells can be anything from charms, hexes/curses/jinxes, enchantments, or blessings.
Divination: the past, present, and future are already written somewhere, depending on the topic in question; be it in the stars (astrology), the hand of the person (palmistry), the dregs in a teacup, the endtrails of an animal, a casting of chicken bones or ruinstone, or the reading of playing cards (tarot); cold reading (a psychology trick of reading people), trances (commonly used by oracles), and dream reading are all valid methods
I'm not covering witch doctors, voodoo, and other categories because this is already going to be long enough.
Oracle: someone who goes into a trance via gases, psychedelics (fumes or consuming), etc, to predict the future.
An enchanter/enchantress: Those that mainly do enchantments
Witch: herbal based studies. They're basically the doctor of the group. It's not limited to just women.
The stereotypical witch in the woods is a result of the person rejecting the city and living in isolation and rejecting the beauty standards of that day so they focus more on their studies.
Their studies were kept in a book called a Grimoir/ book of shadows.
Wizard: Academic. You're more likely to find these people pouring over a library of books with multiple charts out, dividers in one hand, and a quill in the other
These people (mostly men, but women can be wizards) study just about everything with magic: astronomy/astrology, alchemy/chemistry, or geometry itself
Warlock: someone who devoted their life to a being far more powerful than man (eldrich beings or the like), letting the being grant them magic.
This is not a cleric.
Sorcerer: naturally gifted with magic.
Cleric: the priest. Devoting their life to a deity, which grants them forms magic.
Yashwa of Nazareth (Jesus Christ) was a cleric by this definition.
Druid: a nature cleric mixed with a witch. Their spirits are of nature, and they speak to Mother Earth.
Don't confuse these with shamen, which are druids mixed with oracles
Paladin: the priest with a sword.
These are my current findings.
For a while now, I've imagined Hephaestus having his workshop built around the fact that he can't use his legs:
- he sits in a chair that's inside a pit and is able to travel in a circle, allowing him to travel around the perimeter of the pit, letting him touch every station.
- each station has all he needs to work there: grinding status has all his grindstones and files and a vise; he has a pile of materials with a scale for weighing; a vast collection of crucibles with a mold making area next to it; and his furnace with is manned and managed by a couple cyclops.
Once he gets a commission, he figures out what he needs, makes a master of it, wheels himself to the material section with a crucible in hand, weighs it all out, packs it, then turns to the furnace and gets that cooking while he's prepares the mold.
When it's ready, he moves back to the fire with the mold on his lap, puts the mold down, and pours.
This system does get overhauled when Greece transitions to iron; still being in a pit, but it's more compact; he just needs tongs, material, an anvil, his grinding station, and his forge. Any heavy hammering is done via Cyclops.
Any "magic metal stuff" (carbonizing, smelting, etc) os wrotten down and done off-site.
the fact that we only have “herculean task” and “sisyphean task” feels so limiting. so here’s a few more tasks for your repertoire
icarian task: when you have a task you know you’re going to fail at anyways, so why not have some fun with it before it all comes crashing down
cassandrean task: when you have to deal with people you KNOW won’t listen to you, despite having accurate information, and having to watch them fumble about when you told them the solution from the start (most often witnessed in customer service)
feel free to chime in i ran out of ideas much faster than i anticipated