Intergalactic Summit

Behaving offensively is calling themselves freedom fighters and fighting for freedom.
I'll pretty much behave offensively when I meet them and shoot their dumb brains out before they even realise what happened. For now, I am rather friendly and tame. Mostly because I can't shoot through the NeoCom holoscreen.


You didn't "call for this", you simply jumped into discussion to behave like a troll. I think I have already explained my reason for you to shut up, which you in fact fail to follow every time.


I'll gladly shoot your empty brains out of your disgusting clone shall you dare to appear at my station instead of barking here.


If freedom fighters don't call themselves freedom fighters, maybe you'll reveal to all of us how exactly do freedom fighters call themselves?..

That will be amusing to hear.

Vess... I have answered the question that has appeared in the discussion to show my point of view, while you have appeared in this discussion just to insult me based on how I answered that question. As innocent as me? That's straightforward lie.


Vess, we have discussed it already in other discussion that you have ALSO disrupted with your trolling about me. I'll repeat it here as well. If you attack me in words, get some courage to come and attack with action and stop your clownery, coward.


How many times should I repeat the question for a tribal to finally understand it?
I'll repeat one more time, special for you, Vess (since I bet all other readers got it anyway).
I've asked how Freedom fighters call themselves if they don't call themselves Freedom fighters.
You have just repeated my words how they don't call themselves, but you didn't tell how they do. Besides, you have called them Freedom Fighters as well, just like I did.

No, it should end here. I really don't need another DK rant thread cluttering up my fourms.

Just sayin' we don't need five of us doing it..... and I never said I didn't like her. She's an adorable little ball of xenophobic rage. What's not to like about that?

Hmm, pity. Might have to give the Network a different set of names and a different kind of... hint.

Fixed that for you

Interesting information, Captain Jenneth. I too, am glad that no-one died - the achievement of liberty for many is made the greater achievement for it.

As for Nauplius, let us assume - for the sake of argument - that what you report as a message from Dauhagin is not some more of your twisted propaganda, but something he actually communicated. It is well known that people tortured and imprisoned beyond our comprehension may take on the beliefs and worldview of their oppressors. At the very least, it sometimes moderates the brutality by saying what their captor wants to hear. At the worst, torture and mind-destroying drugs will change the subject into something unrecognisable.

We know from Captain Jenneth and the medical aid given by SFRIM that the fellow was deranged by Vitoc, and had only started to heal. It is not surprising then, that faced with his torturer, he might offer back a garbled parody of defiance and the echoes of subjugation. Since they do not actually believe what has been forced upon them, they often get the details twisted. If anything, you should be humiliated that despite the immense cruelty you inflicted, the version of your corrupted faith instilled into the subject is mangled and incoherent even by your own standards. You can't even brainwash properly, which reflects poorly on the future of your abominable doctrines. 'Bizarre' to be sure, and not much of an apostle.

The good news is that should Dauhagin survive among friends and freedom for long enough, the process of his mind healing that was started by the kindnesses of Captain Jenneth and SFRIM, will inevitably clear even the last vestiges of your influence. How miserable your failure then, even more so than now.

Entry Forty-One: So, This Happened

It's been a while since I've written here. It may be quite a while before I write again.

Being a wanderer, without responsibilities to anyone, made writing easy. I could say what I thought, and have little fear of what might result. I knew the Directrix well, and most of what I learned was fair game. As her retainer, though, her aide-- it changes things. I'm not a wanderer anymore. I'm not sure whether I can really still be a writer.

This seems like something I should write about, though.

Nauplius is retiring. Actually, by the time I post this, his license will probably have expired.

Almost every capsuleer I know of who doesn't see us as either current or incipient gods seems to think the pod has a corrosive effect on us-- on our morals, on our empathy, on our souls, according to some theories. Nauplius, it turns out, is no different: the pod's been giving him impure thoughts, he feels.

... only, considering the nature of those thoughts, I'm not at all sure the capsule is his problem. I gather this wasn't the only thing on his mind, but apparently he had a crush on me. (This was a little bit obvious, really, but he came out and admitted it.) As much as that's the sort of understanding that might kind of make me want to pull my head in through my collarbone and huddle under my blankets until the world goes away, it was probably the only reason what came next could happen.

You see, after this revelation (and after I retrieved my skin from under the couch where it had crawled off to hide), Nauplius mentioned that, retiring, he didn't really have a place to put his 33 thousand-or-so prisoners. I asked what it would take for me to take them off his hands.

He requested a hug. Preferred it, in fact, to a scroll drawn in my own blood using one of the brushes he'd commissioned based on a certain dream I'd had.

"Come to my quarters; I will have to have an associate search you for weapons," are words that come with a side-order of icicle through the heart when you've just had The Butcher (who has been known to really get on a tear about wanting, basically, everything-- and about how the appropriate way to claim what you desire is to take it) admit to having a crush on you.

Thirty-three thousand is a lot of people, though. Also, certain aspects of Nauplius's views on God, and sin, and his attitude towards me personally, made me think that, given the chance, he'd hesitate to harm me.

(This is not where I argue that Nauplius is misunderstood. He's gone to some lengths to make sure that he's well and clearly understood, especially the most upside-down aspects of his morality. He might be a little under-understood, though. He's surrounded by minions, but I'm not sure I've met a lonelier person.)

So, I gave Nauplius a hug. (The minion at the door was not encouraging. Nauplius himself was a complete gentleman. For, you know, mass-murdering values of "gentleman." ... It's not like my own hands are completely clean, though.)

Did I mention thirty-three thousand is a lot of people? Especially when they're all going into Vitoc withdrawal more or less simultaneously? Gottin's Lamp medical is swimming in suffering again as we once again try to work out what combinations of Vitoxin Nauplius's people have been using and deal with the aftereffects of his extensive use of TCMCs.

We've done it before, but he's redoubled his efforts since last time. There's a lot of work to do, and I didn't exactly give the staff at the Lamp a lot of notice that this was going to happen. (Offers of assistance very much appreciated!)

I'm not sure what to think about this-- how to process it, exactly. For now, I think I'll just designate it a Thing That Happened, and leave it at that.

Hm. Now, if only I wasn't alone in wanting this Insorum Component research project running.

A hug...
I find this interesting, but not surprising.