Intergalactic Summit

Found the context.

Now I am wondering that since I am a ghost, both technically (dead several times over but without anyone having performed the rites of letting me go), and legally (yes, my clan's deranged legal dept has actually used that as grounds to pass on my planetside assets to my adopted heir to secure them from my father's birth people - welcome to Rhiannon), could I actually invoke a death curse on every emergency cloning?

This is an important question, obviously.

It is an issue I have struggled with as well. Some parts of my clan are doing whatever they can to get me expelled, despite the effort and ISK I have put into terraforming projects both for the benefit of the people and the nature. Luckily I still have support from my family and the majority of my clan. And hearing your story makes me grateful of that.

If I understand your question correctly you wish to use emergency cloning so circumvent the suicide part of certain death rituals. I have to warn you and advice you against it. It is dangerous waters and it will only bring you closer to becomming something vile and twisted like a certain other person on the IGS who kills innocent for his 'God'. There are many other ways to resolve the issue / get your revenge. And I would gladly assist you as long as we find a way that doesn't end in blood.

Well that is a good question. I must admit I often curse the ones killing me but I am not sure if it has any effect, other than my allies blasting them to bits and pieces but that tend to happen anyways.

It saddens me that you did not manage to fit in with your clan. But I am grateful that you still have found peace. It should be up to you if you want to talk about it. I don't want to dive into your past for my own sake. However I will always be happy to lend an ear if you need someone to talk with about it or if you need guidance.

Gotta know the rules to get away with breaking them!



They're creepy! Asteroids so fat that the air itself is trying to crush you, but if it wasn't, there'd be nothing holding it in! It ain't natural, I tell you.

I mean, I know it's actually natural, but... THAT'S JUST CREEPY.

I have known people who grew up on stations and then had some severe attacks of agoraphobia the first time they are outside on temperate planets. It is perfectly understandable. They have been used to living in more tight quarters and having a wall (or a spacesuit) between them and the nothingness of space. So being exposed to the openness of a planet and not having anything between them and space aside from air that just seem to stick around must be one hell of a change.

When I have such visitors at my home planet I always make sure to be ready to deal with the panic attack. It helps to have them look at the ground while walking outside and then slowly looking upwards while getting used to the openess. However I keep a large opaque sack at hand in case they need to be calmed down. Pulling it over their head can help them calm down. An action that ironically would cause panic for some of us who grew up planet side or are used to it.

The brain is weird.

Well I suppose I can offer you an apprenticeship. So you can be an Anti-agoraphobia Sebbie Sacker (A.S.S. for short).

Just make sure that you use a material they can breathe through. When under panic they tend to use up much oxygen so the supply of air may be shorter than you think. And killing your clients tend to be bad for business.

Edit: I realize that I have to be careful what I say. After all I am the only non-sebbie on this page.

If you want my help. Let me know. And the sack is only for last resort if I fail to calm them down.

I'll think about it. And in Mizhara's case, I think the sack would be the step between 'I had to taser her, she was freaking out' and 'and then I tasered her again, to test the conductivity of the sack'.

I'll never understand how those of you from the far north cope with the cold. I used to get the shivers even during the gentle desert night on those clan pilgrimages to honour the ancestors deep in the Sobaki.

Of course, the Vidaraltyr left the Great Sand Desert for the Great Wet Desert many generations ago. The equatorial seas are always warm, warm as blood.

Of course, on the endless sea beyond Coricia, there's not much sense in fire dancing - nakedness for sure, but we dance around the totem mast when the spirits manifest themselves in storms, lighting up the mast with coruscations of plasma in bright blues and purples that dance with us and honour our Wayfinders. The crash of waves, the howls of warriors, the otherworldly lights, the dance of rope and sail, brings true transcendence. Shadows of storm clouds, lightning-lit spirit masks of painted ebon, the bitter tang of weed and sea.

My blood quickens just at the remembrance.

Just get in the sack.