As an X-Men comics fan... What about his supremacist beliefs, that were as recent as the Krakoa era? What about his attempts at genocide? "Magneto is right" feels like it co-signs on a character who's done some pretty awful things in his history. Personally, "Cable was right" is a better choice.

I swear this fandom actually deserves all the problems the game currently has because it's incapable of not being adults for five fucking minutes.

As a life-long fan of Motorhead and an asexual person, I hate the Ace of Spades have been hijacked by race fetishists.

There's a lot of aspects of human creativity that would be lost if it wasn't for scans, and while I'll always prefer physical media there's an entire generation that's growing up pretty much *only* understand digital media.

If you want the kids to read, you have to go to the kids.

While I'll agree for the most part, I feel it's important to mention that you can digitalize books and for certain types of books (comic books, TTRPG game books, or anything long out of print with complicated rights ownership), it's the only thing that will prevent them form being lost media.

I mean, to be fair, if I made a list of my top 25 JRPGs, I wouldn't have more than one or two games per franchise... 'cause there's a lot of great JRPGs out there.

Plus, it gives readers a wider rage.

And as a role-player, it's much more interesting to try and get myself in the head of someone who isn't like me. Mind you, that's just from the perspective of a role-player, not the average person playing a video game and wants to connect to their avatar. (2/2)

To play the devil's advocate, *as a role-player*, I've absolutely had some absolutely awful experiences with people who haven't put enough distance between themselves and their character, so there's part of me that's apprehensive when role-players try to make "themselves" in anyway. (1/2)

It's like an owlbear, except cuter and less likely to kill you. Maybe.

'cause it was a black metal/punk project I was working on with another person... Well, turned out to actually be a closet neo-nazi and I said 'fuck that' faster than I could say 'fuck that'.

So my track records sucks. (2/2)

I technically did. Twice and both panned out. The first time was vocals and lyrics for an industrial band, where the main songwriters wanted to go more "accessible" so it was scrapped. The second time..? Oh boy, that ended a friendship, actually. (1/2)

holy shit, your art is great. Reminds me a bit of a more gothic Amano.

My OC.

Together, in the rain and the darkness, they cried.

Out of Character: Because of the way things are in my life, it's hard to find the time to RP. But I can write and continue Asha's story that way.

The Hellsguard didn't let her finish. His voice rumbled, slowly breaking. "She was somethin', Red. She took me in, raise me as 'er own. I..." The man swallowed. "I miss 'er too. And it's okay. No one will judge."

Asha left the wall and fell against the man. (6/7)

It was deep and gravelly. "There ye are." A Hellsguard stepped from the shadows. He was short by the standards of his people, but still towered over the miqo'te. "Folk are -" He paused.

Asha didn't respond. She just continued to weep. "Godsdamnit all. I'm sorry. I shouldn't -" (5/7)

She had to be strong. Like her grandmother was. Especially now that she inherited her empire. She tried punching wall in the vain hope that she could turn sorrow into anger. Instead, she only got bloodied knuckles. So she just wept.

Then she heard a voice. (4/7)