They are quite funny, I will try translate them.
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For our Twentieth Comment of the Day, Comrade /u/JadineRhine returns from a few days of absence to deliver some well-written analysis points, humorous commentary, great shares, and fantastic fanart of Best Dad AND Mr. and Mrs. Meatbun.
Thus, let's begin with the lovely fanart drawn by our sage and learned Comrade of Culture:
> Speaking of awesome dads.... keep reading on reddit ➡
With constitutional barriers removed, it is time to move onto the integration of Shintoism back into the government of Japan. Jintsūkyō has decided to opt for non-constitutional (not unconstitutional) reforms for the purpose as religious officials would hold little political power ultimately either way.
Shinto rituals are to be performed in official gatherings or ceremonies, including but not limited to the inauguration of Prime Minister, first annual meetings of the National Diet and ceremonial ship launchings. Participants will be expected, but in no way forced, to take part in the rituals.
The Emperor will also be recognized as the descendent of the gods by law (per traditions), even though the Humanity Declaration made in 1945 is recognized. Thus it entails the Emperor as explicitly not a god but a quasi-divine being. He continues to hold no actual political powers per Constitution however.
Perhaps the most important is the establishment of an official religious head in Japan - the 国造 Kokuzō (National Priest). The name traces back to the ancient times when it was a religiously and politically significant post during the Yamato period, and the modern Kokuzō is the same in that he/she holds the final "authority" in religious affairs. "Authority" in quotes because he/she would hold no power by law - the Kokuzō would advice the Prime Minister on ruling, but the Prime Minister would be free to not execute the advice (public relations consequences is another question, however).
The Kokuzō would be elected by Shinto shrines on a one shrine, one vote basis, and would serve until 70 years old with the possibility of resignation or being voted out of confidence by said shrines. This would effectively make Shintoism the state religion, even if religious freedom still exists. Regulations for new shrines will also be heavily stiffened with a minimal follower, economic transparancy and regional dispersion requirement maintained by the new Ministry of Religious Affairs, whose Minister is appointed by the Prime Minister (expected to be by the advice of the Kokuzō).
The first election for Kokuzō will be held in January of 2029. Certainly, under the current domination of Jintsūkyō influence on most local, independent shrines (which take up the vast majority of Shinto shrines), the choice of Kokuzō is guaranteed to be whoever Isaki wants - perhaps even herself, as the only limit to being the Kokuzō is to be a Japanese national of adult age, and having other posts in... keep reading on reddit ➡
Bridge between Worlds
Urtha gripped the armrests of her seat as the shuttle touched down in Washington, she was one of the few diplomats of the Steadfast Union to ever actually visit the homeworld of the United Nations of Earth. As the ship was towed for parking, she thought back on the history of the Humans and how momentous this meeting was going to be.
The humans had made first contact with the Union 14 years ago, after meeting an exploration team in a system near to their homeworld. They were a peaceful, diplomatic race of herbivores and perfect candidates for entry into the Union, however had staunchly refused joining, even as the Union shared their warnings of the Empire of Glory. Instead they negotiated trades for technology and unused systems from the Union, forming a small but secure area of space.
The Empire of Glory however, was a cruel nation of predator races where the strongest ruled and the weak were kept as slaves and food. As the newest herbivore species, it was only as matter of time before the Empire took notice and began a war to enslave the humans and destroy their independence. As the war began, the Union pushed harder for the Humans to join, giving offerings of protection and support in the war, as it turns out however, the humans didn’t need it.
The humans proved to be masterful soldiers, complex battle tactics, hit and run warfare and devastating strike attacks. The bickering Empire could have easily crushed the Humans if they had properly assembled their fleets, however deep space strikes decapitated their leadership and allowed the humans to carve out a significant buffer zone between their home systems and Empire controlled space by the end of the conflict. The human’s fleets showed all the endurance and power of a Union fleet, but were more vicious and shrewd than the best Empire fleet, and both powers began to see them as equals.
That was 12 years ago, remembered Urtha as she exited the shuttle, now she was here on Earth to sign an alliance treaty with the humans and tip the balance of the Union-Empire war. Humans in ceremonial dress lined the walkway to the nearby glass building, a green carpet of peace was laid out with the human diplomats waiting to greet her.
“Welcome to Earth”, greeted the central figure, holding out his hand in their traditional greeting, “My name is Dennis Fields and I’ll be your main contact during your stay here”.
“Thank you” Urtha responded, grabbing his hand with her lower right manipulat... keep reading on reddit ➡
The now-sacred Pack-Station Blood on the Wind hung in the void above Trr, the only terrestrial planet in orbit of a K-type star, which had given rise to one of the most aggressive and warlike sapient species in their galactic neighborhood. Its gleaming, silvery hull evoked the long ceremonial daggers that those who had built it so adored, with a tapered structure twenty kilometers in length which ended in a sharp pyramid and housed those facilities where microgravity was advantagous, pointing south from the point of view of the planet below, atop which eight tori rotated in alternating directions, each large enough to house a hundred-thousand souls. A shorter tapered tower pointed north from these, running only eight kilometers and tipped in a spherical station rather than a pyramid, two spinning rings set into it at its equator.
It had been, for generations, a sight which swelled the hearts of those who saw it with pride in the Pack of Packs, and in their clans which had helped build it. Now? One megasecond ago, the Pack-Station had spoken for the first time with the voice of Arrl the Scent of Blood on the Wind, the Firstborn of Trr'Koa the All-Mother. The faiths of old were faded memories, practiced by so few until that day and mostly honored in the naming of great works, but with their War-God having made Himself known, how could the Pack of Packs deny Him?
Preparations had taken time, of course. Their God had demanded modifications to His Monument, which the workers made with all the speed that they could while still producing quality worthy of Him. He knew of the Hyoo-mons Goddesses, and had seen how their Avatars flickered and failed in heartbeats. His would not show such weakness.
With a steady slowness that spoke of care for those who lived within His halls, Arrl's Monument began to turn until the tip of its blade faced a distant yellow star. The fangs of His children began to move as well, with battleships at the fore to lead the way, their fleet of frigates arrayed behind them. These would not be enough on their own, however.... keep reading on reddit ➡
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##Official mission overview
SpaceX and NASA are targeting Sunday, November 15 for Falcon 9’s launch of Dragon’s first operational crew mission (Crew-1) to the International Space Station (ISS) from historic Launch Complex 39A (LC-39A) at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in F... keep reading on reddit ➡
Mounting evidence has all but confirmed a long-overdue reset is heading to Warships for Season 17. Rumors first started swirling early this month, when Boom Beach released their "What to expect in November" preview. In the preview, they mentioned the title of Season 16; To the Skies, along with a preview of Heavy Chopper and Rocket Choppers which consequently became two of the main troops for the season.
The last part of the video contained a sneak peak of Season 17. While there are many theories about what restart your engines would refer to, it is the illustration that provides the biggest clue.
When a warship is launched into the sea, a ceremonial bottle smashing became a tradition in the late 1800's. It is said that in 1891 Queen Victoria used a bottle of champagne to launch the Royal Navy's battleship Royal Arthur. It is seen as good luck and that ceremony became a staple for launching all warships up until very recently.
So, why is this story relevant? Because the preview which describes Season 17 as 'Restart your Engines' is just a champagne bottle swinging down from the front of the ship, indicating a launch ceremony. A launch ceremony with Champagne ONLY happens when the warship is on it's first voyage, so therefore, the obvious conclusion that leave us, is everyone will be relaunching their own warships into the sea for Season 17.
There are more indicators and rumors pointing to the reset, but I will not mention those here since most of them are unable to be confirmed at this time.
While some are against this, the vast majority of players have been in favor of this move, and now is the perfect time. For those who lost interest in warships, at any point in the past 18 months, November 30th is your day to jump back in!
Lastly, if not a reset, what other theories do you have?
Thanks and have a terrific week!
“I think I preferred the driving rain,” Thorson muttered to himself. He was a cramping, sweating mess by the time he reached the shrine atop the hill behind his base. Flickering flames within lanterns of stone greeted him and lit his path to the final set of stairs, flanked by the bold, red pillars of the Torii gate that, as Yamashiro had explained to him one day, separated the realm of the living from the realm of the gods. “No disrespect, but I have no time to stand on ceremony.”
The man took the stone steps two at a time until he reached the apex, the yellow and orange light of flame replaced by a calming, blue glow, its brightness a sad reminder of how many had been lost already after only half a year of war. It was easy enough to spot the cubes that belonged to Hornet, though they were not the bright yellow that Enterprise described at dinner. Instead they had faded significantly, looking more like dim sunlight. As Thorson drew closer he could swear that he felt something from them, but the nature of wisdom cubes never seemed to settle on one given explanation or mode of operation. He brushed against Yorktown’s first, bowing respectfully. As his fingertips glided over the smooth surface, a certain peace descended upon him. “I see. To fight at both Coral Sea and Midway like that and care for them both for so long? Rest easy then, Yorktown. Hammann will miss you, but I think she will understand in the end. We’ll take care of Enterprise. As for you-”
Thorson almost jumped as he laid his hands on Hornet’s last vestiges in the mortal world. His heart pounded and breathing quickened as Midway flashed before his eyes again, the sky utterly black and reaching out for him, or perhaps for her. So much remained obscure. As a mere human, shrouded in the fog of war, he called out anyway as he’d done for Arizona. You aren’t forgotten. I’m here, and so is Enterprise. Hold your ground. We’re coming. A small part of him expected Hornet to reply, in spite of everything that shouldn’t have been so. The maelstrom didn’t die down, but there was enough. She was there. She was fighting… something. “Good. I need another... keep reading on reddit ➡
This week at Bungie, we’re calling the shot for the next race to World First.
Destiny 2: Beyond Light is about a month away from launch. For us, this means closing out the game and getting ready to hand it off to you - with a few more fun social media moments to unveil along the way. For you, this means a final stretch of anticipating the new story and the new world you’ll experience as you aim down the barrel of your weapon of choice.
For the elite raiders in the room, this means a new shot at glory. The race to a World First completion of a raid is one of the most spirited traditions in the Destiny community. Race Day is when the world turns its eyes to Destiny to see who emerges as the hero. We have stood next to some of those legends on a stage while they claimed their titles in front of a cheering crowd. It’s almost time to fire that starting pistol again.
**The next race for raid World First begins on Saturday, November 21 at 10 a.m. Pacific. **
That should give you plenty of time to get ready. We see you assembling your fireteams and conspiring how to power your way up to a competitive level. We hear you asking when you should “call in sick.” Now you know, so get to finalizing your plans.
Here is what else you’ll need to know:
Contest Mode will cap all players at 20 Power below each encounter for 24 hours.
Artifact Power will be disabled during Contest Mode.
1230 Power is your team’s goal to be at the cap for all the encounters.
This year, the ritual for naming the winners will be different. Following all the immediate fanfare and bustle that follows the checkered flag, our data scientists will be spending extra time validating the finishing team's run. Expect the official announcement for “World First” to come a bit later than usual. Disqualifications can happen as per the official rules. So finish strong, even if you hear rumors of another team’s victory.
An award ceremony will take place in the days that follow the raid. We’ll crown the champions who return first to orbit after a respectable effort. Once we validate a mission completion, we’ll enter their names into history. Every member of the six-player fireteam who is certified as the World First finishers will receive a title belt as their ultimate reward. We will... keep reading on reddit ➡
The artillery battery was located some distance away from the actual defenses, with the guns set up all in a row, right out in the open. Now, I may have only achieved the rank of cannon-wiper back home, but the tactical soundness of this setup seemed... questionable.
The guns themselves? Also sort of questionable.
Artillery takes many forms on the modern battlefield. In my heady youthful days as a militia trooper, I was trained to work on orbital railguns, the huge, hyper-velocity planetary defense weapons that throw kinetic slugs the size of public-transit vehicles that do to starships approximately what a thunderhoof bull's schlong does to his cows. I was also cross-trained on ground-based artillery, because you never know, and in the Shalavlath Defense Forces that meant missile launchers and self-propelled plasma mortars. What the Rugenians had brought to the field were not any of those things.
No, in keeping, I suppose, with their general rugged do-it-yourself-out-of-what-you-have frontier attitude, they had rolled out a dozen coilguns. If you don't know what those are, if you think of a much cruder version of a railgun... you'd be wrong. But not completely so. Somewhat related principles of operation, and all that. Coilguns use powerful sequential electromagnets to accelerate a projectile down their barrel and launch it in the direction of whatever has pissed you off. They have the advantages of being relatively cheap and simple to build compared to railguns or energy weapons and they can launch just about anything that contains enough ferrous metal and will fit down their barrel. And that's about it.
Coilguns' disadvantages are... basically everything else. They are short-ranged. They can only be scaled-up so large before their inefficiency renders them pointless. Velocity is generally low, with the consequent need to 'lob' projectiles at whatever you're trying to make unhappy. Accuracy is strictly meh. Aside from price and ease of manufacture, there is literally no reason to choose coilgun artillery over any other weapon system available. So of course the Rugenians had a bunch of them.
They also had a rocket launcher. Note that I did not say 'missile launcher'. Rocket launcher. Basically a pipe on a bipod with a trigger, that would spit out unguided solid-fuel rockets that were about the size... keep reading on reddit ➡
If you want to know what inspired this story, it was /u/murder_sickle and their comment responding to /u/mechakid about how someone could take the concept of “honey badger” and run with it…
To murder_sickle… I hope you’re happy with what your comments have wrought. Thanks for the inspiration!
To the rest of you reading this. I’m going to be working on two stories in two of the previous universes that I’ve written for next. They’re both war stories so I’ve been listening to Sabaton to get myself in the mood.
Edit: Thanks for the gold kind stranger! Edit2: Fixing minor errors.
When we first made contact with humanity we were surprised. After all it’s not every day that an interplanetary government screws up so badly that they’d managed to miss an ENTIRE NEW SENTIENT SPECIES IN OUR OWN DAMN TERRITORY. Now, it may have been a rather unimportant, undeveloped expanse of our territory, but with the amount of radio signals the humans were flinging into the void with reckless abandon left our leaders with no excuse.
The answers to that question could wait, but the humans could not. They had already deciphered our language and were attempting to hail a colony world of ours that they had apparently been observing for about one of their years already. At least the Galactic Bureaucracy already had protocol for this sort of thing (although it was usually reserved for a primitive species finally discovering FTL) and a 100 light-year sphere around their cradle-world was set aside for them. Too bad that roughly thirty percent of that was Karkan space, but we’ll get to that later.
Once our diplomats made contact with this new species, we were even more surprised at their appearance and mannerisms. You see, Earth happened to be on the very upper limit of the gravitational spectrum that had been theorized for planets able to develop spacefaring life. Indeed, if their gravity were any higher then it would have been impossible for their early spaceflight attempts to reach orbit and they would have likely given up like we’d seen several other species do (unless they were uplifted but it was rare that any race would take on the responsibility of uplifting such a species).
Allow me to further explain for those of you whom have not had the pleasure of meeting with a human. Most high-gravity sapient species are about half the size of humans at their largest and... keep reading on reddit ➡
Ladies, gentleman, robots, and final level bosses - welcome! It is my great honor to present to you the first ever Excessy (X|S-ee) awards. This is a very serious ceremony steeped in tradition dating all the way back to the days of now. Today we honor and highlight the best content of the year organized into zany, yet somehow still predictable categories. Please review the nominations from each category below and then follow the provided voting link (***VOTE HERE***!) to support your favorites! Winning posts will receive a special community award, one month of Reddit Premium, and 700 coins. Such riches!
Without further ado, your 2020 Excessy Award Nominees!
[(Best furbuddy post of the year)](https://preview.redd.it/ftkw6639ql661.png?width=357&form... keep reading on reddit ➡
Context: The Blood Ravens' recruiting numbers have been horribly low. They took one neophyte, Ckrius, from the planet Tartarus and are rushing him through the astartes conversion process. Ulantus is the senior officer of the ship and Tanthius recruited the neophyte.
>Secure in the depths of the venerable battle barge, Litany of Fury, the young neophyte's eyes bulged, but he did not cry out. His body could not even twitch, since his limbs were bound to the great, ceremonial tablet with adamantium hoops and a heavy strap ringed to his chest. Beneath the restraints, Ckrius's muscles spasmed and knotted, his body attempting to thrash against the violence being done to it.
>There was already a long scar running down the boy's chest, where his sternum had been cracked open and a second heart inserted into the cavity below. There were a couple of tributary incisions slipping out of the scar, where the small, tubular ossmodula organ and the little, spherical biscopea had been implated at the same time as the extra heart.
>These zygotes were usually implated when the neophyte was much younger than Ckrius - perhaps as young as ten years old. It took time for them to stabilise, and for the young human bodies to accept the new organs. The ossmodula and biscopea implants were developmental, flooding the body with hormones to encourage rapid growth and strengthening of the skeleton and its musculature - an older neophyte may not respond well to such traumatic processes. But time was not a luxury the beleaguered Blood Ravens Space Marines could enjoy; they needed new initiates as quickly as possible, and the surgical processes were being accelerated beyond the point of caution or good sense.
>A thin jet of blood was spraying out of another slit in Ckrius's chest, and the neophyte's eyes seemed fixed on the crimson shower. There was barely controlled horror on his face as he flickered on the edge of consciousness, waiting for shock to dull the searing pain. But a complicated web of intravenous drips supplied him with a constant flow of stimulants, ensuring that he would not drift into unconsciousness or even be able to sublimate the memories afterwards. These horrific procedures would stick with him forever, always present behind his eyelids if ever he tried to close them for sleep or dreams. He was becoming a Space Marine, and it was important the he should never forget what that meant.
>The mechanical, skeletal, metal arms that augmented the surgic... keep reading on reddit ➡
Alright, here is the continuation of Earning a Seat at the Table, have a happy new year everyone!
Overseer Talin was happier than he had been in months, He had managed to convince the Great Queen to commit to a preemptive strike against the Commonwealth.
They would show these furry little mammals what real war looked liked, he hadn't eaten anything resembling a Va'sh, but he was going to remedy this in the coming days.
Soldier 1002304 was not happy, he had being chosen to partake in the 1st interplanetary war his kind had ever attempted.
This was a new feeling for him... Well technically all feelings were mostly new to him, 8 months ago a Uv ship crashed on his home world near his colony.
Had it crashed anywhere else on the planet the nearest colony would have devoured the aliens for their biomass and their tech for the minerals to birth soldiers with sturdier chitin, but the Queen Mother was different.
Rather than kill and consume those who deviated from the basic genomes she let them flourish and see if their mutations could better serve the colony.
This curiosity extended to the Uv, a race of empathic rodents, they couldn't communicate with each other using language or pheromones but they could convey meaning and understood purpose.
They managed to make clear to the Queen Mother what materials they would need to fix their ship and how to tool those materials into the pieces that were damaged.
At first they expected this to be something that would take several months or even years, but to their surprise the Queen Mother understood their technology at levels which should not be possible for a species that had no concept of “space” until a month ago.
The Queen Mother did not actually understand all the technologies she had her drones work on, her secret was that she would use parts of each of her children's mind, which she was psychly linked to, to work on a fraction of the problem.
Fixing a fission reactor is a lot simpler if your particular job is to think how to bend the metal thingy 3,45 degrees...
When the Uv finally left, the Queen Mother had learned more than enough to conquer her own world.
In a matter of days her army defeated the 4 other Queens on the planet, she asked them to join her in learning and travel to the stars together.
Their answer? “Only one Queen can lead the colony”, the Queen Mother killed them all, and wept and wept...
One of the key things she learned from the Uv was the importance of individuality, but she... keep reading on reddit ➡
It's been a big year for us, I thought It'd be worth it to compile the past year's worth of medium articles into one thread for anyone who would want such a list. If you're on mobile, sorry for the eye-gore, this thread is being formatted for desktop first.
Starting from "Most Recent" (December 2020) and going down:
Dec 29th - VeChain Financial Executive Report Vol. 13
Nov 2nd - [VeChain Assists COVID-19 Infection Risk Management For The China International Import Expo 2020](https://medium.com/vechain-foun... keep reading on reddit ➡
Before getting back into Cryopod in a few days, I decided to sit down and re-read everything I've written from Part 225 onward.
Some readers have asked me to write a refresher on Refresh (hehe) so that's what I decided to do. These will be short 1-3 paragraph segments detailing only the most important aspects of each part. It's been 1.5 months since the last Cryopod part, so I think this is definitely called for. It's a complex story, after all. Even I could use a refresher!
Re-reading Refresh helped me out a lot. I was able to better wrap my head around the story's events once again; important given how much work I've recently put into the entire TLP-verse as a whole. Like I said a few days ago, I recently completed a 3000-word outline that goes from Part 49 of TLP all the way to the story's end, giving me a complete and holistic view of every major arc.
Now I just need to do the same for Cryopod. I have several smaller outlines in place, and those two weeks I took off Cryopod gave me the time to revise my older outline, come up with important new interactions for solving the 'Jason Dilemma', and some other stuff. In general, I'd say Cryopod is looking really solid too, now.
So yeah. Let's just get right to this refresher for Refresh, eh? Here goes!
The beginning of Operation Stormbringer. Ose unleashes the Grez and catches humanity offguard with their monstrous Baron-level strength, highly durable bodies, and blinding speed. These skittering monsters overwhelm humanity's troops, costing them many lives. We find out at the end of the part that Mephisto is controlling the Grez from the shadows.
A second wave of Grez joins the first. While the previous part served as their introduction, this one establishes their true threat potential. Hungry, a lovable goblin we met in an earlier part, assists his fellow goblins, orcs, and Minotaurs as they charge into the fray behind the Grez.
Mephisto takes personal action, ripping apart humanity's ceiling-mounted railguns, which give them the power to fight back against the Grez. This serves to demonstrate that not only is Mephisto crafty, but he's also surprisingly versatile and strong as heck, too. He might be the weakest Duke, but he's still a Duke nonetheless. Ripping apart steel with his bare hands is no problem.
Near the end of the part, Kar shows up, followed by Beelzebub.... keep reading on reddit ➡
I'm not to sure how long I'll be writing this even though I really like the idea of big danger friend in space. As much as I enjoy writing it, writing for a few dozen people really isn't a project I wanna pour my soul into. So we'll see how long my enthusiasm holds out.
That being said it doesn't mean I'll stop posting on reddit, or HFY in general.
Anyway, onto the story.
It took a few days for my ship to get here, something of which I was spending hours going over the manual for and checking out the interactive cockpit in AR in my quarters. That was fine as it also took two days for Barnacle to get back to me.
"How ya doin big guy?"
What I got back was kinda weird to hear. "I am promptly full and ready to continue."
Full? "You mean you ate?"
I could hear his confusion. "No. I did not eat."
"But your full."
Scratching my head. "So you had something to fill you."
What? "So you ate something."
Seeming just as confused as me he stated. "No. We do not eat."
That just didn't line up with anything. "We've got files of your kind eating humans and ships! How do you not eat?"
"I did not eat recently."
If he'd of been a human I'd of stood there flabbergasted at his face, seeing as how he was not I simply stood in my room flabbergasted at the wall. "Never mind. Let's get off the subject. Where are you?"
"A safe distance away this time, I did not want my bulk to interfere in your nests ships coming and going." That was awfully nice of him. "The vessels from before are still following me."
That came as no surprise. "It's probably the military keeping tabs on you."
"This is a wise course of action. Thought not a pleasurable one. It is much like having my mother watch over me as a calf once again."
I couldn't help but smile at the thought of him as a 'calf'. The fact he could be anything but the enormous building of a creature was immensely funny. "Anyway buddy, came to say goodbye?"
This seemed to confuse him. "Goodbye? No. Why would you ask?"
Reaching over to switch off the cockpit holo I stretched my arms up into the air, I'd been sitting down for nearly four hours and needed some well deserved exercise. "That thing you where talking about, don't you have that itch to travel?"
I nodded as I grabbed my gym clothes and picked up my water bottle. "Yeah that, thought you'd of left by now."
"I am not leaving Falks."
That stop... keep reading on reddit ➡