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SSSS Board / Re: Headcanon thread!
« Last post by Luth Nightbreeze on Today at 06:47:11 PM »
The rash is the beginning of the end of the Norse mythological life cycle. It led to the creation of giants. And now were all waiting on Loki to break free and to start Ragnarok.

These giants, however, will be absolutely useless in Fimbulwinter.
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General Discussion Board / Re: Good Morning Thread!
« Last post by Lazy8 on Today at 06:22:46 PM »
Looks like the rain washed all the smog away.
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SSSS Board / Re: Headcanon thread!
« Last post by MR_PLINKETT on Today at 06:06:46 PM »
The rash is the beginning of the end of the Norse mythological life cycle. It led to the creation of giants. And now were all waiting on Loki to break free and to start Ragnarok.
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PerSSSSonas / Re: Self-Inserts
« Last post by wavewright62 on Today at 05:33:33 PM »
Indeed.

I'm rather interested in how Jon traveled so far north so quickly.

It hasn't been quickly, really.  The unit was in Switzerland in early autumn (Septemberish), and it's now winter (not all that far in, Decemberish).

My headcanon (probably separate from wavewright's) is that the presence of superpowers allowed the Regnum to expand much farther north and/or allowed them to tame the Wastes, so it's relatively speaking not as far to travel.

Off-camera, so to speak - Jón is attached to a small unit of mercenaries doing reconnaissance work (his employers are unnamed, but can be viewed as either the Regnum, or the Duke of Helvetia on his own behalf, or double-dipping from more than one duchy, those politics are not really in the scope of this work and the author reserves the right to wave her hands about vaguely over the question), this northern part of Europe is not (yet) anywhere near the Regnum proper.  These Wastes (which is a damn good name for the area, thank you for that) are certainly not tamed, as the Danes learnt to their detriment 10 years ago. 
The mercenaries have horses and experience in travelling in these areas.  Jón split off from the main group to investigate when Grim called his attention to the presence of the crew in the tank.  He was not allowed a horse, but otherwise the leadership of the mercenaries, such as it is, let him go.  After all, he is useful, but if the damn fool wants to go off by himself & get killed, well, more share of the pay packet (and incidental undeclared personal plunder) for them.  He was given a general idea of where the unit was going and left to it.
Spoiler: "really truly an actual spoiler" • show
The unit is not headed toward Copenhagen, and they are not in pursuit.  They have business elsewhere. 
Sorry. 

How Jón accomplishes his rendezvous - well, that is a question, isn't it?
Ragnarok is more in control of Jón/Arbet's character development, but this is the time before the unknown cataclysm, and an AU to boot.  He has some skills in alchemy but is not as skilled as we see him post-cataclysm and in the Y96 adventure. 
Spoiler: show
The exposure to superpowers, well, I'll leave it to Ragnarok whether this is a thing he forgets along with everything else in the cataclysm.  AU logic rules apply, YMMV.
 
That event is still in his future, and he still has a role to play here.
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SSSS Board / Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Last post by Jharad17 on Today at 05:28:51 PM »
Alphabet Soup
A “Stand Still. Stay Silent” fanfic collection
Series 2, Part 15
Complete Links to Complete Links post
Spoiler: Onni and the Cursed Machine • show
Onni Hotakainen liked machines, as a rule; and if he didn’t actively like them, he usually didn’t dislike them. It was very unusual for Onni to actively dislike a machine, and even more rare for him to hate one.

Onni hated this machine.

The roots of this hatred sprang from the first moment Onni had laid eyes on it as Tuuri had proudly presented it to him this morning. “Just think—it’ll make your life soooooooo much easier, Onni!” she’d gushed at him, all unknowing of the antipathy crackling through the air between her brother and the machine.

For a Finn, and especially for a Finn mage, spirits were everywhere, and in everything. Some were helpful, some were indifferent, and some were actively hostile. No one could predict how any given spirit might react to any other, as any frazzled personnel director from the Old Times might have told them. In this instance, Onni had felt a burning, passionate hatred erupt between his spirit and the machine’s within a single instant.

The real problem was that the machine was a gift, and from Tuuri at that, so Onni had had to smile and nod and pretend he was so very pleased to receive his mortal enemy. It was only much later, after Tuuri had made her self-satisfied way back to her own dwelling, that Onni had realized that he’d missed hearing exactly what the machine was actually supposed to do, but that mattered less than one would expect, as Onni knew that whatever the machine had been built to do would be done poorly or not at all unless Tuuri was there to stand witness.

Well, the first thing for Onni was to determine whether the machine was supposed to be for indoor or outdoor use, which proved to be much more difficult than that sounded. It was a squat round thing with strange protrusions and hoses sprouting out of it in various places, but they all looked both rugged enough for outdoor work and fine enough to be used inside, so that was no help. The castors on its base were good enough to roll it across ground that wasn’t too broken, but the area around Onni’s rooms wasn’t particularly ill-kept, so no help there either.

There was a cable about as thick as Onni’s littlest finger wound around two protrusions obviously designed to hold it, and it ended in a standard electrical plug; obviously, this was how the machine was powered. Keuruu had electricity, though not much, and so its civilian use had only been allowed fairly recently; Onni’s stretch of housing had been one of the first to be electrified. Maybe the length of the cable would indicate whether it was supposed to stay inside or not?

So it was that Onni attempted to unwind the cable, which proved to be his first mistake. An hour later, the welts on his forehead had gone down considerably, he had finally managed to disentangle himself from the cable, and the plug had been firmly connected to the outlet.

Onni hated the machine.

Plugging the machine in proved to be Onni’s second mistake. With a horrible series of rattles and clangs that abruptly gave way to a loud, high-pitched whine that hurt Onni’s sensitive ears, the machine went wild, bouncing up and down and spinning around as the hoses flailed convulsively.

Fortunately, the convulsions ceased when Onni pulled the plug free—until Onni was poised directly above its cylindrical body, having approached it with a great deal of trepidation. When Onni opened his eyes again, he was flat on his back. With a groan, Onni got to his feet and poised himself above the machine once more.

Onni hated the machine.

So, there only seemed to be one control on the machine: a knob with three positions, labeled ON, OFF and REV. The knob was set to ON, so Onni set it to OFF before doing anything else.

It took a very long time for Onni to get up the nerve to put the plug back into the socket. Fortunately, nothing happened when he did.

A meow alerted Onni to the fact that he now had an audience: five Grade A cats had gathered at what they considered to be a safe distance and were watching him with an almost Lalli-like intensity.

Onni examined the machine again. One of the hoses led into a solid tube with a complicated handle that looked like it ought to detach from the main body. When Onni tried it, it worked, and the handle unfolded to expose a new set of controls, none of which worked when Onni tried them.

Obviously, Onni would have to set the main switch either to ON or to REV in order for the machine to do anything; but which should it be? Onni set it back to ON and stepped back hastily, but none of the earlier rattles and groans happened, though the whine returned.

Well, maybe pressing some of the controls on the handle would make something happen.

An hour later, Onni had finally wrested his cloak back from the nozzle, the horrible dust cloud had dispersed, the Grade A cats had come down from the rafters, and Onni’s nose had stopped bleeding.

Onni hated the machine.

Onni sighed and wiped his nose again, admitting defeat. Obviously, he would have to wait for Tuuri to get back…

Spoiler: Authorial Notes • show
So, here it is; hopefully, it isn’t too disappointing.


I like that a lot! I'm not surprised the kitties went skittering. None of mine even stay around long enough to wonder what the ungodly whine of the vac is!
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General Discussion Board / Re: Eich's Goodnight Thread
« Last post by Shine on Today at 05:00:43 PM »
Headache. Hate universe. Night.
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General Discussion Board / Re: SPAMKINGDOM
« Last post by JacobThomsen on Today at 04:51:15 PM »
Year 998 (Winter) AUC    The map Map updated
You decide to put the money in the treasury until it’s needed for something more important, right now you don’t really need it for anything important so it’s better to just safe it for later.

Roll: 4

The winter is pretty uneventful this year and nothing really important happens. The winter is cold of course but nothing you weren’t prepared for and the kingdom’s grain storages are full anyway, so there aren’t any problems with angry hungry peasants.

But nearing the end of the winter just after the snow has slowly started to melt some of your scouts discovers what appears to be an entrance to some abandoned ancient dwarven ruins, while patrolling the mountains near the northern border. The entrance however seems to be sealed by some sort of magic and the scouts that found it have been unable to open it.

A)   Nope nope nope, we’re not going to take the chance of having to deal with those annoying little dwarfs again. The last two times our father had to deal with them we’ve either had to give back everything we found or walked away with absolutely nothing except an empty treasury. Keep that entrance closed

B)   If it really is abandoned it could be very interesting to explore it. And luckily our wife Zækra probably has a relative or friend who’s an expert in dwarven magic who then should be able to get that entrance open. Our little brother Estwald’s adventurous fiancé Evalyn probably also has some family with experience in dwarven ruins that can help us with this expedition

C)   We should explore it but with our own men, if we bring anyone not working directly for us along we’ll just have to share the loot with them too.
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SSSS Board / Re: The SSSS Scriptorium
« Last post by Grade E cat on Today at 04:47:16 PM »
Here's the third batch of Second chances chapters. Strangely enough, most of what happens in both timelines can be summed up as "The situation could only stay hidden from Onni for so long".

Second chances: Chapter 3
Second chances: Chapter 4
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SSSS Board / Re: The SSSS Art Museum
« Last post by wavewright62 on Today at 04:46:26 PM »
I was bored this summer, so I decided to learn to sketch. This is maybe my 44th or 45th drawing, and the only SSSS-related one I thought was good enough to post. It's amazing how quickly you get better at something like this just by drawing something new every day or so. I still need more practice, but I'm definitely improving. It's based on the portrait of Reynir from the characters page - if I have time (college starts Friday) I might redraw all of the characters for practice.




His head's a little squashed.

You go, Glory!  That's the spirit.
An art teacher once bestowed on us his mantra for the three things to do Every Day Without Fail:
Draw
Floss
Exercise

I only picked up drawing again about 2-3 years ago, and have been using SSSS themes to spur me on.
*not talking about flossing or exercising*
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SSSS Board / Re: The SSSS Art Museum
« Last post by Glory on Today at 04:03:22 PM »
I was bored this summer, so I decided to learn to sketch. This is maybe my 44th or 45th drawing, and the only SSSS-related one I thought was good enough to post. It's amazing how quickly you get better at something like this just by drawing something new every day or so. I still need more practice, but I'm definitely improving. It's based on the portrait of Reynir from the characters page - if I have time (college starts Friday) I might redraw all of the characters for practice.




His head's a little squashed.
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