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crowcryptid · 2 years

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2nd play through of infinite is done, skulls grabbed this time.

My opinion is still: I enjoy

Incoherent typing and Spoilers under the read more.

No organization you’re getting pure stream of mind ramblings here

But the feeling of “that’s it? That was everything?” Is still there. And yes I know it’s because a huge chunk of the game was cut. I just hope the dlc stuff is substantial chunks of story. I’d rather wait longer and get a decent chunk vs being drip fed new stuff

Definitely had more fun playing it this time around cause it wasn’t on legendary and I wasn’t fighting for my goddamn life at every moment

Was chillin on easy mode and ripping through it all.

Anyway uh yeah I don’t really have much bad to say about it. I did enjoy :]

Things I wish we had gotten:

to see literally any other character besides the main cast. Alive. I get they wanted to keep it simple and not confuse new people but I’d have liked to see any friendly faces besides the marines and gotten to fight alongside them. But I get it, you’re mostly alone and everyone is gone I know. I know.

I’m just sayin. It could have been something as simple as a squad of ODSTs spawning at FOBs. Just someone other than the marines lol. Not that I don’t like them! I always protect my marines and give them power weapons. I just want more buddies! They don’t even have to be named buddies. I will name them myself

Terminals! Not a single terminal here. Sad times.

More weapons! I want a carbine! I want a saw! Gimme the beam rifle! Also fuck it bring back the flamethrower who give a shid why not. I don’t care if it sucks it would be fun

Also I think there should have been vehicle variants like the weapon variants. And just buff the vehicles in general. They all felt weak except for the scorpion and a fully decked out razorback. Also bring back the hornet I miss you king. 2 rocket marines on the side. The wasp could never. Hornet forever.

More stuff I didn’t like:

1) doesn’t feel like you do.. enough. And by that I mean yes you save the day etc but it’s just missing something. Like the story didn’t move enough. Too much setting up. But knowing we are getting dlc story puts me at ease I suppose. I’m waiting so patiently. :)

2) ok so. I do like the weapon. But I felt like the reveal that she was “cortana” was like. Not a reveal? I mean I didn’t think she was exactly the same. I thought she was just a new ai made from the halsey brains blue team got in SoR. I thought it was more of a “they’re like sisters” kind of deal but whatever. Not really a complaint I just thought it was a little weird. I was just like. Uh well. Ok

3) spartan killers were a bit disappointing. Specifically jega. You weren’t supposed to die king. I was going to fix you <3 I really was hoping he would actually be hunting you during the campaign and maybe you do a small fight vs him before he runs off.

4) needs more biomes! Weather! More varied areas! I want snow! Desert! Beaches!

Stuff I did like: mr pilot i would die for you and I’m glad Chief agrees

Also chiefs energy in this game.. oh it’s good. That’s my guy right there. He’s not ok. But he keeps going. I do think they went a little too much on the one liners. Like yes I get that’s kind of his deal But it’s different in 2/3 cause he barely talks in those so it’s allowed lol. But other than that I think it’s a happy middle ground between the more talkative 4 Chief and nearly silent bungie era. And can we please talk about how he completely avoids personal questions the entire time. Sweety. What IS wrong with you. Are you okay? No. Ur not. Also I really like how he is with the pilot. It was nice. They hug :] I smiled like an idiot both times I saw it. Also there’s a few moments where he speaks so softly and i screaming and yelling and hollering- if you played it u know what I’m talking about it’s when he and the weapon are going through the data near the end of the game

Anyway I can keep going but I am incomprehensible and yelling and I love my giant green metal husband but I think he needs to rest for real. The fight is being finished since 2007

Maybe I will change my blog title. It’s been that since like. 2016? 2017? But if I do change it. Later. Ce

#halo #halo infinite #if you read this I’m sorry this is how thoughts appear in my head #i can type whatever and however I want you can’t stop me #as for now. no third play through planned. maybe when co-op comes out.

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brinconvenient · 3 years

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Green Egg and Fam

You know what? I'm just gonna go ahead and do this...

So a few years back, I was talking to another trans woman who is very familiar with the DC Universe and we were trying to figure out who is Actually An Egg, and after a few suggestions back and forth, I galaxy-brained the answer. She heartily agreed and we talked about it a bit: 1. Artsy 2. Serial Monogamist who is a Relationship Disaster (Big "Do I want to Be With Her, or Be Her?" energy) 3. Becomes best friends with every ex-girlfriend 4. Noted Respecter of Women in Very Terrible and Awkward Ways 5. Chronically allergic to self-reflection and introspection, but also addicted to it in much the same way lactose intolerant people talk about how they can't give up cheese. 6. Just a complete and Utter Messy Agent of Chaos. 7. All too willing to adopt Other People's Expectations and internalize them as a Sacred Duty. 8. Just constantly Marked By Tragedy - both external and self-created.

It's Kyle Rayner, kids.

Torchbearer,

Honor Lantern,

Erstwhile Ion/avatar of the power of will

Kyle "I will be the Last of the Green Lanterns and yet keep trying to ressurect this entire Corps of Space Cops that I didn't even know existed until some Blue Dude showed up to give me jewelry and I guess marry me into the Corps? Because I guess that's just my job now and that will become my whole personality" Rayner.

After the conversation, this - the only fanfic I have literally ever written popped out of my head fully formed. It's intended to really be Chapter 1 of Several which are basically conversations between Kyle and one Ex-Girlfriend per chapter as Kyle finally accepts herself and transitions.

Eventually she reveals that the name "Ion" comes from her real name "ImOgeN" because she read Nevada and Was Impacted and she's just that extra.

But, honestly, despite getting started on the Alex chapter ages ago, I never have drawn the energy to go back and finish and/or write more, so I'm just gonna share the first chapter of what I am calling:

"Green Egg and Fam"

Putting the actual content behind the Read More because I've already rambled too long.

“It’s just exhausting, you know? Every few years it seems like I have to pick up the pieces of my life, my memory, my self and figure out who the hell I am! Every time I get a handle on things, someone or something comes along and shakes up the snow globe,y’know? I’ve tried to talk to Diana about it and, like, she’s compassionate and cares and offers sympathy, but most of the time, my whole relationship with her is just one more flake in the globe and I never know who we’re going to be to each other. Somehow, though, you’re always my favorite ex-boyfriend. It’s weird, right?”

Kyle patted Donna’s arm reassuringly. He glanced from Donna’s face to the view over Lake Michigan. There was no more beautiful view of the lakeshore than the roof of the John Hancock Building. He could just about make out the lights of the small shore towns across the lake in Michigan, and he could see the industrial Indiana towns along the round tip of the lake.

“I’m not positive I like that descriptor of our relationship, but I am happy to be some kind of constant for you,” he said with a rueful smile. “Donna, you are one of my dearest friends and I always want to be here for you. I know you didn’t need my help with Dr. Psycho here, but I’m glad I was Earthside to help you out anyway.”

They’d taken the diminutive psychic menace to the Chicago Special Crimes Unit, who had training and facilities for telepaths and telekinetics. They found this perch when Donna said she just needed a little bit to settle down before heading back to the Titans Tower in New York.

“No, I had him just about handled - a Lasso of Persuasion is pretty useful, after all - but I’m glad you swung through, all the same,” Donna said. “I’m glad to have a friend here. Psycho was really messing with my head this time. He kept dredging through my memory, pulling out bits and pieces of lives lived and people lost. He made me relive the loss of Terry and Robert and Jenny, over and over, replayed the tortures of Dark Angel, dragged me through that whole mess with the Titans of Myth, and I’m actually not sure which of any of those actually happened in this reality anymore.”

Donna’s breath was getting ragged and tears were falling down her face, twinkling in the moonlight.

“You told me about Terry and the kids when we were dating, so since I still remember them, they must still have existed and they still loved you and you still got to love them. I’m a little fuzzy on the Titans of Myth, so I can’t be sure about that stuff. But you’re here now and that’s what’s important right now. Just take a sec to enjoy this moment, this view, this night and see how you feel, ok?” he said.

They sat in the quiet, next to each other, watching the waves reflect and distort the moonbeams. Donna’s breathing calmed down and she straightened her back, half a head taller than Kyle even while sitting.

“Thank you, Kyle. I’ll be ok now, I think. I appreciate you listening. You have a good heart. If you’d only learn to actually fight without that ring, you’d make a pretty decent Amazon. Well … if you weren’t a man, of course.”

Kyle coughed and thanked the stars that Donna couldn’t see him blush. Suddenly Kyle felt like there was lava beneath his skin and he couldn’t sit comfortably.

He didn’t want Donna to catch on, so he stifled his squirming and whipped up a quick construct of a miniature green Kyle in an Amazonian uniform, breastplate, Spartan skirt and calf boots. For added effect he made sure to widen his shoulders and used Hal Jordan as a reference for a jaw far more square than Kyle’s real life chin.

“I’m not sure I can pull off the uniform. Guess I’ll stick with green and black for now. Ha!” he said. He hoped it didn't sound as forced as it felt.

“Oh I don’t know. You’ve got great legs, Kyle! Maybe you should start wearing shorts when in uniform. Besides, you had those over-the-knee boots for the longest time. I think you’d be just fine!” Donna said, laughing.

“Give me a hug, Dick just texted me to meet him in Blüdhaven. Take care and fly safe back to Oa!” she said.

After a quick, warm embrace, she turned eastward and flew off over the lake. Kyle watched her fly out of sight. He looked down and saw little Amazon Kyle, slowly spinning in the air. He drew the construct up to eye level and returned the shoulders and jaw back to his more slender and softer reality. It didn’t look that bad actually.

He’d been trying to make Donna smile, and deflect from … something before, so he exaggerated those features to highlight the incongruence, but he didn’t hate this more realistic image.

He continue to finesse the construct’s features. Like most artists, he never really considered a piece finished, he just stopped working on it. He smoothed the musculature, narrowed the shoulders a little further, pulled the hips out just a bit more, and left the waist alone. The ersatz Kyle’s face got softer still, the brow less pronounced, the nose narrower, the chin just a bit more rounded. He watched the chest muscles soften and breasts form to fill out the breastplate better.

Finally, he lengthened the construct’s hair to shoulder length, adding some wave and curls like Donna’s somehow-always-perfect hair.

And there she was. The woman who’d been haunting Kyle’s dreams as long as he could remember. Slowly spinning in the air was a woman who could easily have been Kyle’s sister, wearing Amazonian garb (or at least what he remembered from seeing Donna’s while they were dating so many years ago).

He didn’t know how much time had passed since he started fiddling with the image, and he didn’t know how long he’d spent staring at the final form. Sister. Yeah, right.

With an angry wave he flashed his hand through the construct, dissolving and dispersing the light particles that he’d given form. He hastily looked around the roof to make sure no one had seen him or, specifically, seen the construct. The burning sensation of shame returned instantly and he immediately flew into the sky until the buildings looked like so many light-speckled building blocks.

He took himself through a calming exercise he learned from Kilowog to help him center himself and sling his ring “like he wasn’t a complete Poozer and deserved to wear it.” Kilowog had no appreciation for just how hard it was for other people to feel calm when he was around. Still, Kyle found it helped when the pink giant wasn’t breathing down his neck.

“My will is strong enough to carry the torch for the entire Green Lantern Corps, I can stop these feelings. I can make all of these thoughts go away. I can stop this. I’ve got too much responsibility to keep indulging this … this nonsense” he thought, trying to ignore the sting of the tears fighting their way free to fall down his face, ignore the pain in his heart.

“I don’t want to lose my friends - what would Donna say? Would she think I was a pervert, or making fun of her somehow? I definitely don’t want to lose Hal’s and the guys’ respect. I don’t want to lose my whole life just because I’m some kind of freak. Get it together, Rayner. No one else is feeling sorry for themselves because they don’t fit in.”

He pulled a hand down his face and pointed his right fist with it’s gaudy, shining green ring on the middle finger toward the Milky Way and flew into space. He hoped the cold solitude of the transluminal conduits would help him regain his composure before he faced Guy, Hal, John and Kilowog for the Honor Lantern meeting. For the millionth time, he wished he could just be more like them, have just a sliver of their easy and effortless masculinity. They made it look so simple.

“Bet they don’t spend half their life trying to figure out what is wrong with them,” he thought. He tried so hard not to envy them, but it was really hard sometimes.

Especially nights like tonight where his resolve had failed him yet again and he gave in to his most hidden thoughts. He entered the transluminal conduit between Saturn and Jupiter and closed his eyes.

He traveled faster than light, but it still took time to reach Oa, so he tried to sleep and hoped that his dreams wouldn’t betray him again.

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olde-scratch · 3 years

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So I watched LUCIDS 1-4 without any prior knowledge...

and here were my thoughts. I didn’t watch any backstory or anything so enjoy my suffering.

PART 1

“So what happens when the people inside of their dreams go to sleep?” They die

“What happens when we wake up? Do they go on living while we’re not there?” THEY DIE-

“Who are they anyway?” they’re faces that our brain catalogs and stores for later use, although it’s also arguable that every time we dream we go to an alternate reality and inhabit the body of another version of ourselves. Now, were you in a car accident and trapped underwater or-

Are they twins?

(Me tuning out to do something)

“-the squirrel in spongebob was your soulmate, making you a Sandy simp-”

Me, snapping back to the video: hold up-

[missed the part about the worksheet, realized it when i rewatched 10 mins later to make this post]

yall speakin gibberish idk what youre saying-

“I’m gonna go to bed.” bro it literally looks like morning-

“You should get some sleep you look terrible.” i get six hours of sleep a night minimum and i look worse than him shut up bro-

“jump into someone else’s dream” ah i know this con-

why they all got the same face-

haha funni meme

“--an interruptiion can create feedback and tear them apart.” Death. I long for thee.

Is that Karl Jacob’s jacket?

“a second grader” makes me think this is a different school system. [i was wrong? i think?]

“[get him to] eat your apple”

[in the dream sequence] weird dream, but ive had weirder. now, Why Pamper’s-

why does he suddenly have a knife-

“You put a filter on the Dreamscape feed?”

“Technically, you are seven years old.”

???????????

the second hand embarrassment is UGGGHHH

[reading the description] you mean like the guy who was knocked out for 2 minutes on a football field and woke to find he’d dreamt 17 years of his life? oh this shall be Fun

PART 2

[I check the description] “jasper cult” what the fu-

how many camp camp references can i make during this

Is the apple a reference to religion or does the creator just really ilke apples?

“meal.”

“meal?”

meal????

Wait why couldn’t that guy eat the apple? If he wanted it in the fruit bowl, wouldn’t there be a chance of the guy eating it anyways?? Why can’t the guy who brought the apple eat it?

well he’s Dead

[debating if I should read the backstory}

n a h h h h h -

Was he gonna feed the dead guy the apple or something? Why is he upset about the apple in this scene???

oooo the grownups are fightinnnngggg

Is he an antagonist?

HE WROTE A BOOK???

oh now i want food

ESTABLISH JUSTICE ENSURE DOMESTIC TRANQUILITYYYYYYYYYYYYY

“I watched all those aforementioned shows” what shows did i miss something what-

man why you gotta hate on her jane austen fanfic let her live bro

string theory! i can get behind that! sorta-

o no he found the memes-

BOY GOT KNOCKED OUT-

kim there’s people that are dying-

is SHE an antagonist?

quinn? calling himself jasper? u sure hes not just nonbinary? is this just a metaphor for transphobic parenting?

“He died... but somewhere, he grew up.” So is your plan to take a Quinn from a different universe and make him your own, thereby robbing another version of yourself from happiness? When does this ever go well?

Yknow most people, when they lose a kid,,,, kinda,,,,,,, dont go on a ceaseless quest to find another version of their kid that grew up without knowing that another version of his mother was invading other peoples’ dreams to find and kidnap him,,,,,,,, like aint u got a therapist-

“Once you get past the point of not knowing what’s real anymore, you realize it doesn’t matter.” Well, I Got Called Out-

PART 3

“you’re real, oliver.”

aRe yOu sUrE aBoUt tHaT-

“you’ve been infected by the anti-love parasite of Mandadon” the amatonormativity is strong

so anyways ive been infected since birth hbu-

“James Jasperson, creator of Japple” did you mean to Fancy Well-Educated Man in a Black Turtleneck? cause the only FWEMBT i allow near me is prof. hidgens

“are you winning?” says the capitalist

why did you rewind to see his face?? you have the same face????? is this just bc the creator doesnt like working with other people cause in that case same but???????

“it’s a bad idea. i’m not gonna do it.” we’ve all been there. and we’ve all done it.

looks like me trying to study. (i say, a person who has studied a total of five minutes throughout their entire life.)

your “Spartan trial” looks like a bunch of guys standing on a hill pretending to be something they’re not. Let The Man Bring His Snacks.

eat the apple.

is this your first existential crisis or something what a loser lets all point and laugh

“One of you should be spared, the other shall’nt.” did you mean shant or was that a choice-

yall gonna get called out for talking shut UP

“sorry if this is too personal, btw. are you okay?”

me, confused and half understanding what’s going on and also needing to sleep cause its almost one in the morning but wanting to finish what i can find of lucids which i only starting watching cause i saw an animatic of ranboo and dream w audio from it: i don’t know anymore

“i just want my life back... i was gonna get married-” AREN’T YOU LIKE SEVEN-

ay man if this is a sacrificial cult yall gotta get daniel-

UPDATE: I H A V E N O T F O U N D I T -

“oliver”

I F O U N D I T -

WHICH ONE IS QUINN?? WHO’S JASPER???? WHICH ONE IS BENJAMIN???? I THOUGH BENJAMIN WAS SEVEN BUT I THOUGHT HE WAS THE ONE GETTING MARRIED WHAT-

oliver. eat the apple.

“Can you still have memories even when you’re dreaming?” One time I woke up to my alarm and fell back asleep and in my dream I remembered that I had class in a few minutes and my dream self woke my real self up so fast I thought I was gonna get whiplash. Anyways, I was late to class bc of my computer but that doesn’t matter.

NOPE I FOUND IT. HERE’S THE AUDIO. THE ANIMATIC ONE. FINALLY.

im thinking car crash. but also maybe murder. but also maybe both? is it raining or was he drowning? is he in a coma? hmmmmmm?

wait olivers the one with the apple does that mean he’s the one dreaming? is the ending gonna be him and jasper (quinn? idk) fighting against ben and mrs hills about jasper eating the apple to save oliver from the dream? hmmmmmmmmmm-

waitwaitwait i thought oliver was 7 how is benjamin 7 years younger than him if they look the same age what what what explain america explain what you mean arkansaw-

are the cuts on his nose plot-relevant or

“What if you hadn’t been driving?” So I was right about the car accident but Mrs. Hills still said he was seven so did i mishear her say that BENJAMIN was seven? but even then oliver would be 14 and that would still be illegal-

“How are you feeling?”

“Like you’re a pretty bad therapist.”

mood

“--it makes it all bearable to have power over the stories we write in our heads” that’s why i write fanfiction

HE’S GOT THE NOTEBOOK HE’S GONNA WRITE SOMETHING ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US

WHAT YOU MEAN AN EXPERIMENT THAT’S HIS NAME-

[upon reading the description] so i was right.

wait was that supposed to be the twist in part 2 about the apple in his pocket is that what the existential crisis was about i thought it was because he was introduced to the multiple worlds theory-

PART 4

wait wasnt the other one january 2018 why we going back to 2017-

appol

“--the future and the past all already exist” mhm yep figured this out long ago

there was simultaneously a point in time in which i hadn’t known about this, had been looking it up, had been watching it, and had been writing an ending to this post, and had been posting it the next morning before class. that time is both now and not now. Welcome To The Multiverse Theory or whatever its called-

“--my favorite scene of the movie is waking up next to you.” Mine is eating fast food as I listen to AJJ and play Minecraft. We are not the same.

Now I’m hungry but it’s 1 in the morning and i already put my retainer in god fu-

[reading description] what do you mean previously??? she did that in the first episode????????

[still on description] WHAT DO YOU MEAN WILL QUINN BITE THE APPLE AND GO TO BENJAMINS REALITY ISNT THIS OLIVERS REALITY AND HE HAS TO GET BEN TO BITE THE APPLE WHY IS APPLE CAPITALIZED IS THIS THE DOING OF THE FWEMBT

i should have watched the backstory i should have watched the backstory i should have watched the backstory i should have wa-

[description] oh ive been spelling quinn right the whole time nice

i hope she rejects you /j

WAIT BENJAMIN WAS THE ONE GETTING MARRIED TO ISABELLE

ISNT HE IN SECOND GRADE-

HE IS SEVEN YEARS OLD HOW IS HE GETTING MARRIED ARE THERE TWO BENJAMINS THAT WE’RE FOCUSING ON-

bro get out of the road ull get hit

how do you knOW WHICH ONE IS QUINN THEY ARE THE SAME PERSON-

wait

hills wants ben to feed quinn the apple bc in his mind, that will give hills and quinn a happy ending and she doesnt want ben to see the apple bc thats gonna mean ben will know that his reality isnt reality at all. so then oliver has to,,,, not let anyone eat his apple? he just has to wake up?

IS HILLS THE VILLAIN AFTER ALL ORRRRR

wait but if ben sees the apple wont he realize that his reality is wrong and his reality will change, making it so that hills doesnt get her son? or is there some time-based rule that says they’re only transported to the reality that the person believes at that moment? or is this another stab at the multiverse thing where an infinite amount of hills gets their happy endings while an infinite amount of hills doesnt and etc etc?

i should have watched the ba-

oooo dramatique

they’re in a time loop?

nope thats a new powerpoint

wait so theyre,,,, no-

wait-

nvm-

IS THE BEN WE KNOW AN ADULT GETTING MARRIED TO ISABELLE OR NOT-

“they were actually pretty nice” didnt they throw someone off a cliff-

oh so it got confusing THEN??? NOT BEFORE?????

“it all seemed so real.” is that Not the point of vivid REM sleep hallucinations-

is oliver gonna show ben the apple and ruin hills’ whole operation

WHO ARE ALEX AND RYAN-

“what’s 25-8″ bro dont do this to me-

yep hes gonna show the apple

ayyy the guy who stole karl jacobs jacket it back

the second hand embarrassment is back and I Hate It

all that happens in episode ONE??? bro get some better writers that is bad pacing

“it’s the best!” wait until season eight. no show has a good season eight.

quinn knows about the apple thing w the dreams and multiverse and realities dont he

YOU KILLED HIM

NOT KARL JACOBS NOOOOO HES ALREADY DIED ONCE

oliver is v relatable

wHaT iN tArNaTiOn-

lemme hear that explanaton again-

is bill cipher gonna show up? i hope bill cipher shows up. i miss gravity falls

“ah! a tree! ah! a tree! ah a tree!” moooooooood

did hills murder quinn

is your family the jasper cult

TOXXIICCCCCC get that lady out of your life quinn that is so toxic

“ ah! a tree! ah! a tree! ah a tree! ah! a tree! ah! a tree! ah a tree!” mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’S THE END NO WHAT WHY NO

The Adventures of Benjamin and Oliver

he is Not Good

ope-

wait so ben is equal parts an adult AND a child?? okay that clears a lot up

I MEAN HE WAS RIGHT THO BEN U CAN’T REALLY ARGUE ON THAT-

ew get off the floor

butterfly effect, multiverse theory, memory decay, and your imagination ALL exist yall gonna ignore that cause you wanna be famous?

“We already know what the future looks like!”

aRe yOu sUrE aBoUt tHaT-

to add to the list of bad things: Cats (2019)

YA BOI THINKS IT’S NOT ALREADY FIFTY YEARS TOO LATE TO START FIGHTING CLIMATE CHANGE FFFFF

BINGO BABYYYY

get what what

what mapped-

awwwww he thinks THEY’RE creating the multiverse

you gonna dismiss the multiverse theory bc of something you created in your current reality? loooserrrrrr

ABUSE YOUR GODLIKE POWERS

she draggin that seven year old

a lot makes sense now why didnt i do this first-

Jasper

the food shortages-

bro that calculators like 90 bucks at walmart

imagine meeting a stranger and they know Everything about your life like that’s gotta be so weird

what’s even weirder is them telling you you’re the deity of a cult that sacrifices animals

THAT FOURTH WALL BREAK WAS-

KARL JACOBS IS DEAD NOOOOOO

ooohhh there’s context for that

OOOOHHHH THERE’S CONTEXT FOR THIS TOOOO

w h a t -

W H A T -

Conclusion:

it’s 2 in the morning and i need sleep but hOOOOO MY GODS THAT WAS GOOD IS IT OVER OR NOT IDK ANYMORE IM TIRED THAT WAS CRAZY I HOPE QUINN AND JASPER GO ON TO BE VERY GOOD FRIENDS, AND I HOPE BENJAMIN AND OLIVER STAY VERY GOOD FRIENDS AND I HOPE HILLS FINDS A THERAPIST WAS A LITTLE CONFUSING BUT I ENJOYED IT

if i dream about apples im suing /j /lh

#lucids #nicholas podany #there's a metaphor in there somewhere #but im not gonna be the one to find it #i dont think i dreamed about apples #youre safe for now podany #for now #EDIT #I PUT 'something their not'#WRONG THERE #I HAVE NO EXCUSE #IM SORRY

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imrvbtrashdealwithit · 6 years

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Survival and Perseverance: The Great War

Elizabeth Summers is a soldier in the UNSC, she’s survived a horrible attack on her base with her husband, David Summers. That’s in the past, now she’s on a new deployment, with new people, and David’s far away.

Word Count: 2,200+ Part One of Many

I’m experimenting with stuff, so go easy on me, kindly explain to me if I’ve done something wrong.

I’ll be posting the story is parts, it follows the series. The Great War is sort of a prequel. The Era of Project Freelancer will be up next.

~The Great War~

The Covenant broke their defenses, slashing through soldiers, then managed to grab Felix. The yelp that escaped his ally chilled his blood and then a single shot rang out over the chaos, a bullet passed through the alien’s arm, splattering blue across Locus’s visor.

“Come on asshole, come to Mama.” The voice was cold and calculated, daring. The Covenant dropped Felix and went after the unseen owner of the voice. She was plucked from the ground, she seemed calm, despite her current situation.

“What are you doing?!” Locus yelled and the soldier sent him a glance, then raised a grenade, flicked the trigger and promptly shoved the grenade down the Covenant’s throat, she kicked it in the jaw and rolled away as the alien choked, gagging on the hunk of metal in his throat.

“Fucking run, soldiers!” She ordered, rolling across the ground, grabbing Felix and essentially tossing him across a barricade, the grenade went off and a curt cry escaped the soldier. She stumbled across the ground, coughing and clutching her side, red blood began to ooze down the side of the tan armor.

“Alright, retreat!” She ordered.

“Who the fuck are you?” Felix ordered, standing up looking at her. She looked at him, picking up her gun, placing it on the mag stripe on her back.

“I am Lieutenant Elizabeth Summers, I’m your new CO.” She said, “Now move or die, soldier!” She demanded, giving Felix a shove.

“Wait, no you sound like a fucking kid-”

“Move, Felix! No time to argue!” Locus said, grabbing him by the shoulder and running back towards the safe zone. The Lieutenant fell in beside him, making good time, despite her bleeding side.

“I’ve only seen an attack that direct on a Covenant made by a SPARTAN.” Locus told her as they moved. She chuckled.

“I picked up a few things from the one that was deployed with me on my first deployment. Thanks.” She said.

“No offense but that wasn’t a compliment. It was reckless.” He told her. Another small laugh from her, he could hear the snarky grin.

“Hey, saved your buddy didn’t I?” She asked challengingly. This is just what he needed, another cocky know it all.

She took off her helmet, revealing a very young face that sent chills down his spine. She was so young… how had she become a Lieutenant being so young? She had a freckled face, with dual colored skin, starting at her face, traveling down her neck and disappearing under her armor. He assumed her skin looked like that all over. She was strangely beautiful.

“Alright men, I know I’m young, I know I’m a woman, but I survived for eight months with just a SPARTAN and a fellow Private First Class. So I think I’ve earned the position, so please, no mutiny while I go get the shrapnel out of my ribcage. Thanks.” Lieutenant Summers ordered, most of the soldiers saluted, Felix did not.

“Sir, yes, sir!”

“Great, some know-it-all crack shot to order us around.” Felix commented as the soldier’s began to disperse. Locus gave a sigh, shaking his head.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so ungrateful to the person who literally just saved his life.”

“I would have gotten out of it. You know me, I’m lucky.” He said, to this, Locus rolled his eyes and

watched the lieutenant limp off towards the medical tent. She knew how to make an entrance that’s for sure.

Summers watched the soldiers run their drills, keeping an eye on the obnoxious velociraptor knock off. She saved his ass and all she got for it was attitude, but she should know better by now to expect anything else. Most of the soldiers trusted her. She thinks maybe she had Felix’s, just that he was a pain in the ass. His friend, Locus, whoever gave him that name wasn’t very creative, seemed to like her fine. What he said on the retreat was true, luring a Covenant like that was dangerous. David would have a conniption fit when he found out about it.

“Lieutenant Summers.” The familiar and pleasant sounding baritone of Sergeant Ortez interrupted her. She looked at him, hadn’t yet seen him without his helmet on. He lived in it probably, a little bit like Ethan. Took her four fucking months and a damned shot grazing his head, to get his fucking helmet off. Ethan had an obvious reason though, being SPARTAN and all.

“Yes, Ortez?” She said looking at him.

“Our scans are indicating an increase in enemy chatter. Our translator is working on deciphering them now, what do should we do?” He asked. She thought.

“Hmm… just keep on y’all’s toes. Your guns close, and your armor closer.” She said coolly.

“All due respect, sir, but ‘y’all’s’?” He told her, clearly stumbling over her conjunction, Elizabeth sensed perhaps the lightest of laughs in his voice. Her lips quirked and she gave a chuckle.

“Yeah, when you get raised in the heart of the American South, you just don’t bother using all the words you need to. Splice ‘em together like a damned botanist.” She said playfully. Locus gave a stellar nod, but the way his shoulders were shaking told her he was laughing.

“I’m afraid I can’t relate. I’ll inform the troops.” Locus said in good nature and he turned, walking away. She watched him retreat. Elizabeth was actually pretty fond of the guy. They fought well together, he listened to orders, not that she had to give him orders, he was fairly ingenuitive, knew his way around any gun that was put in his hands. Even with Ethan, she and David could’ve used another soldier like him on her last deployment.

The chatter on the radio was about a sneak attack on their base, it was dealt with accordingly. However there were a few casualties. She stared at the three bodies as they were carried to the makeshift morgue. They’d be cremated, and then sent home to their loved ones. The cremation made sending them home multitudes easier, even if it went against the family’s wishes.

“Lieutenant Summers?” Wills approached her she turned around and looked at the medic.

“Could you sign the release papers?” The medic asked. She sighed, stepped forward and grabbing the pad and pen, then signed the three forms.

Locus stood with the other soldiers, watching their commanding officer. She was still very young, the death of her subordinates still brought her some sort of toil. He almost envied her, still being so raw.

“Fuckin’ greenhorn. What’s she going to do, lock herself in her room for the next three days.” Felix said bitterly, Locus looked over his shoulder at him. Actually wanting to punch Felix in the face, first time in a while.

“Try to have some sensitivity, Felix, I think she’s been through a lot, despite being so young. Don’t you remember what she said, her first day here?”

“Nope, what?” Felix replied, rather care free. Locus rolled his eyes.

“She lost her entire platoon except for one other person. Instead of pulling them, the military only sent her a SPARTAN. Lieutenant Summers has survived things that few men have. She deserves your respect, Felix.” Locus told him sternly. Felix looked at him, tightening his grip on his rifle, then looked back at Summers as she watched the medic retreat to the medical tent.

“Okay… alright, I get it. But… you know, I think she might need to talk to someone.” Felix said, sounding as humane as he could manage. Locus looked back at Summers, her helmet was off, dangling dangerously from the crooked tips of her fingers.

“Locus, you do it.” One of the other soldiers suggested, a gentle shove in her direction came from behind him. He cast a glance at the soldier, a skittish Private First Class with darting eyes. He wasn’t going to last long, be it from death or simply surviving long enough to get sent home and out of the military.

“Why me?” He asked. Felix scoffed, turning to him.

“Uh, because you’re her favorite, clearly. Why else do we send you to give her the bad news.” Felix told him. Locus gave an impatient sigh, then looked at her, she did look like she could use someone. Locus reached up and undid the clasps of his helmet.

“Oh-ho, taking off the helmet? What, you like her?” Felix said. Locus didn’t bother with a response, just lifted the helmet off and gave him a fed up look then went to Summers’s side. She looked up at him as he approached.

“The men are worried about you.” Locus said simply. She gave a heavy sigh, almost like she was trying to expel her very soul from her body. She looked tired. Her voice was always so chipper, her first day she had looked so bright, dual colored eyes shining.

“I appreciate the concern, Ortez.” She told him, sounding just as tired as she looked. During the attack, she had been giving orders and personally providing medical aid to one of the now dead privates. Locus was afraid he was going to have to pull her off the soldier himself. She had come to her senses and stepped away herself, trembling terribly with awful skippy breaths that resonated in the dead silence of the after battle. She really wasn’t fit to lead. Everyone knew it, but out of respect for her, no one challenged her.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked her, staring into the blue and brown eyes, wide like that of a deer.

“I’ve survived worse.” She told him. He didn’t realize that she would be saying that to him more often in the future. He didn’t know that it was simply something she said to dismiss concern.

“I’m aware.” Locus said, giving her a small smile. It was one she didn’t return, but nodded, then turned her back and went to her bunk.

Two days later he saw her patrolling the rapports by herself. Soldiers really weren’t supposed to patrol by themselves at night. He left his post, three of them before he left would be fine. Locus climbed the ladder and stepped up in front of her. She was watched the west.

“Lieutenant Summers.” He said, announcing his presence. The visor of her helmet turned towards him and she was quiet for a moment.

“Hello Sergeant Ortez. You’ve left your post.” She said pointedly, half-hearted though.

“There were three soldiers at my post. I only see you up here. Rules are rules, Lieutenant.” He told her, she chuckled softly, looking back out over the rolling fields, towards the lights of the alien city.

“Why did you join the military, Sam?” She asked, the use of his first name coming from her lips made him stop for a moment. This wasn’t a CO speaking with her underling, this was a young soldier speaking to a more experienced one.

“Family tradition.” He told her, she gave an impressed hum, then looked at him.

“You wanna know why I joined?” Summers asked. Locus shrugged.

“I wanted the military to pay for my college tuition. I wanted to be a psychiatrist. You think I could help people with my issues?” She asked him, Locus wasn’t sure if he wanted to answer. Or if she wanted him to answer.

“Your issues aren’t that bad, Lieutenant.” He said, daring. She laughed, looking away.

“I can hardly handle the death of my subordinates, Locus.” Lieutenant said audaciously.

“It’s when you can handle them emotionlessly is when you need to worry.” Locus said, sounding a bit more stern than he would have liked.

“There’s no arguing that you’re young, and even though you lived through what happened with your last platoon-”

“First, they were my first platoon.” She cut him off. He stopped, looking at her with wide eyes and a slack jaw. It had been a few deployments of his own before he witnessed death on such a large scale, her first platoon…

“You mentioned being deployed with a SPARTAN on your first mission… and your last deployment.” He said, connecting the dots in his head. She had only been deployed once before this. This was her second deployment, and they put her in charge?

“Yeah… I called for evac for me and David. Instead they told me that extraction was… not necessary that they would send reinforcements, we would be able to live off of the rations we had, just being two of us. They told us to sit tight, wait for reinforcements, and when we came home, there were medals of honor with our names on them.” She said, sounding bitter and broken.

“I had to ship off body after body… and all they wanted to give me for it was a stinking medal.” Summers said, then gave a ragged sigh.

“I suppose I should be grateful. They sent that SPARTAN and David became infatuated. I always love the way his eyes light up when he talks about someone he loves.” She said. This confused Locus.

“The SPARTAN the military sent you took your husband and you’re thankful?” Locus asked, maybe she did have a few screws loose.

“No, Ortez, David and I are poly. Besides, even if we weren’t, it’s not like it would’ve mattered, SPARTANs go from platoon to platoon, hardly running into the same people twice. He would’ve come back to me.” She said laughingly. He looked over the hills himself.

“You were deployed with your husband?” Locus asked. She shrugged.

“I had thought I was lucky, guess I am really. All the people that died and the one that losing would have made me crazy was the one that lived. We knew each other since childhood. Got together when we were fifteen.” Lieutenant told him.

“There is no love like your first love.” Locus said, she looked at him, he could sense the grin, the little swell of her chest as she gave a breathy laugh.

“Didn’t have you pegged as a poet, Ortez. Who was your first love?” She said, he looked at the horizon.

“Her name was Rosalind. She lived a few apartments down from my mother’s. We would sneak up to the rooftop at night and talk until the colony’s six o’clock alarm went off. I’m from a Jupiter colony, the sun didn’t rise every day.” Locus told her. She hummed.

“Hey, same solar system… we’re a long way from home, aren’t we, Ortez?” She told him, sounding wistful.

“Do you miss her sometimes?” She asked after a few minutes of quiet.

“On very rare occasions do first loves work out, but yes. I miss her sometimes. Reminds me of better times.” He told her. Lieutenant gave another hum. She was thoughtful.

They patrolled together, talking, watching the sky turn pink as the planet’s sun rose. He hadn’t connected with someone like that in years. She was complex, her being ran deep, almost like she was hooked into the very universe itself.

“Alright, you two, go rest up.” The other CO ordered as he approached them. Lieutenant nodded and bid Locus ‘goodnight’ even though it was morning and then went towards the quarters.

“Hey Locus, you totally bailed on your post.” Felix’s voice broke through the sleep deprived haze Locus had fell under. He looked at him, weighing the options of not bothering to answer to Felix’s tease.

“You’re getting lazy. Better shape up soldier!” Felix continued, laughing, and putting on a farce drill sergeant esque accent.

“I was with a patrol that needed an extra man.” Locus defended himself. Felix gave a daring laugh.

“Yeah, I know. Lieutenant Summers, you’re getting pretty close to her aren’t you?” Felix said.

“I suppose.” He answered, Felix looked away, watching the base come back to life. At night, machinery use was supposed to be kept at a minimum, to avoid unnecessary detection.

“You should be careful. She’s young. Could get bored of you. She’s also married, and I know he’s not around at the moment, but every deployment ends sooner or later. She’ll go back to him.” Felix warned.

“You act as though the Lieutenant and I are involved.” Locus said, giving Felix a look.

“Laurens told me he overheard you two, talking about love and shit. What should I assume?” Felix replied.

“She was vulnerable, Lieutenant Summers needed to talk.” He told Felix.

“Oh and you’re definitely the type to just lend somebody a shoulder to cry on. Be careful, Sam, again, she’s young, she’ll get tired of you.” Felix told him. Locus chose to disregard that comment. She wouldn’t. There was nothing to get tired of.

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NSFW #17: Make It Here

The East River at early morning. The city that never sleeps was just beginning to bustle, the late night partygoers and club kids heading to bed just as the everyday 9-to-5er gets up to wash and brush up for work. From Manhattan to here in the Bronx, the crisp, cold dawn is rising, splashing color over the wide flowing water. A morning jogger ran through the park, breath coming in foggy puffs, either unaware of or ignoring the two people on the fishing docks of Hunts Point Landing, bundled up in winter coats and matching orange and green scarves, large gold plated belts on their shoulders and their new GoPro mounted on a tripod aimed at them. This very spot was deeply significant to both of them… but nobody else needed to know that. John’s finger hesitated before turning on the live feed. He turned his head to Mike. “Your hand holding up?” His mind summoned the image of Mike hauling off on Lovecraft. Mike’s exhilaration wiping away the brief twinge of pain on their face on the moment of impact. The winter break had been therapeutic to say the least. His own afflictions: sometimes he could hear himself breathing before dozing off and also how his side pained him when he hit the ropes. Part and parcel of this business - he always knew that. “Right’s rain now. I think it’s about back to normal. Man, did you see it when they took the cast off? Looked like the hand of the fuckin’ Cryptkeeper.” They flexed their gloved fingers- beneath the layer of leather, their hand was all but fully rehabilitated, the atrophy countered by a lot of squeezing exercises. “How about you? Are you okay? I mean, last week was fun with all the viking shit we did at the lake, but… you haven’t really talked to me about, y’know. Fucking Saunders.” Mike huffed. “You had him dead to rights you know. Another second and I’m sure you coulda got another tap out of him after that. He didn’t deserve to beat you.” “But he did.” John shrugged. “Not going to dwell on it. Can’t change what happened. Dominic may have been disingenuous but it’s time to move forward.” His other hand gave a light squeeze to Mike’s forearm. His mind drifted to their brief meeting with the new charismatic general manager. “I liked the other guy. Good idea man. But Spartan is keen and wants change. He wants to move forward, too.” Mike leaned into the touch a bit, a slight, huffy sigh floating off in a puff of steam. “He’s interesting. I like his crazy-ass beard. Not’s much as yours though.” They furtively glanced around to see if they were alone. Once they confirmed this- the jogger had continued her path and was now quite a long way off- they rose up on their toes, giving the neatly trimmed scruff on his cheek a quick kiss. “I know I get stuck on stuff too much. I shouldn’t hold grudges like I do. I just want things to be… nrrrgh. We don’t have to win all the time but I just want things to be fair. You deserve fair. I deserve fair. But life’s not, is it?” John stared off into the water. “No, it’s not.” There was a moment of silence between the two. John turned his attention back to the camera. Why they were here in the first place. “Starting to realize that we can make do together. Maybe outside of this.” Finger right over the button. “Let’s get this done.” “New York City. Center of the universe. And, might I add, a pretty significant place for your Tag Champs.” Mike McGuire patted her belt’s gleaming faceplate with a gloved hand. “I mean, not only did the greatest night of our lives happen here, but as a lot of you know by now, I grew up here. I was born and raised here in the Bronx. My dad owns a gym here, my folks live just a few blocks away in the house I grew up in. Family’s an important thing. Your roots can help you get a bearing in this crazy fuckin’ world. The problem is… I think our opponents this week are puttin’ a little too much stock in the power of family ties.” John Bishop Church’s expression was pensive. He contemplated his partner’s words. By now, they led each other to and fro with each statement. Weaving their points in with ease. “Family. In the literal sense. They had everything going for them. Two opponents thrown together. Neither with an affinity for tag team wrestling. Neither with much success as of late. The Clifton Sisters - an established unit. They compliment each other. The stars seemed to be aligned for a perfect debut.” A poignant pause - as to allow reality to set in. “Ended up going bad.” He shook his head, as if disappointed at the result. “We can commiserate. Mike and I thought our breakout moment would be against The Trinity. Instead, we learned we had a long way to go.” Mike chuckled a bit, looking up and rubbing at her chin as if reminiscing. “Oh man, I remember that. Actually… I don’t really remember that very well at all. Took a nasty fuckin’ drop to the head and scrambled my recollection’a the whole night something awful. Anyway, lesson learned. And I’d say we took every lump and hard knock since then and used it to reconstruct ourselves into something strong enough to take what we knew was meant to be ours. And along the way? It didn’t just make us better competitors. It made us better friends. Better partners. Maybe even the best partners this company has- the proof is in the pudding and the pudding is right here on our shoulders.” Mike shrugged, giving the gold another quick pat for emphasis. “You ladies like to point out that you're family. That you got a 'blood bond' goin' on that'll make you unbeatable… heh, that was already disproven on Uprising. Let me tell you something, blood don't mean near as much as you two like to think it does. To elaborate, there's an old saying- 'blood is thicker than water'. Thing is, my partner here informed me that people keep misquoting that shit. The real saying went like... 'The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb'. That means that someone you love because you choose to? Someone you go through thick and thin with and wouldn't replace for nothin'? That goes a hell of a lot further than somebody you have a bond with just 'cuz of relations." John nodded. “And so our harshest critics will ask just why the Clifton Sisters are getting this chance? Mike and I are in agreeance with the new general manager. We are not here to sit on ceremony and wait for challengers to be decided for us through any more tournaments or hoops to jump through. It doesn’t matter who you are, what you have or haven’t done, you will get the opportunity to take these from us. Doesn’t mean we won’t have anything to say about you. Take last week for example.” Mike sighed, shaking her head. “What a fucking disappointment that was. We made it crystal what we wanted. What we expected. And we barely got anything out of it! It’s like the Volsung Death Squad wasn’t even trying and that more than anything else pisses me the fuck off. I can’t speak for Church here but I would be all too happy to lose these belts if it was a good hard fight and our opponents really deserved to win.” “But we watched you two in your debut. Saw your piece. We saw the hunger. We saw the tenacity. Aimee made a bold statement. Future tag team champions.” Mike and John looked at each other briefly before he continued. “Maybe the future is now. That’s what this opportunity is about. This isn’t the Moors Murders’ division anymore. We aren’t letting these collect dust. These right here are what matters. This isn’t Rob Garcia’s division anymore. These are no longer props in someone’s delusions of grandeur. Since last fall, we have taken on every challenger that has stepped before us and showed them why we are the premier tag team in this company.” “This is Not the Sisters’ or the Family’s World. It’s ours. And it’ll take more than blood bonds and setting shit on fucking fire to knock us off the top of it. If you can’t do it? We open our gates to the next one. And the next. One line, no waiting. The infinite open challenge for the Tag Team Championships starts with you. And maybe ends, who knows? You’re a pair of hungry-ass girls, but we got Fenris’ own appetite.” Mike cracked a wolfish grin, her eyes glinting with emerald fire. “The size of the bonus don’t mean shit. The amount of blood and sweat put in's what counts. We take personal exception at being called bottom of the barrel champions by a scumfuck like Dominic Saunders, and we are going to prove him wrong by making these belts thebelts to win in this company.” “Mike and I pay particular attention to the rumor mills and we see that he can add hypocrite to his long list of character flaws. That doesn’t mean we are looking past these sisters. They are determined to make an impact and the humiliation suffered caused by losing to two opponents that just managed to pull up on their very own tailspins. We know that they won’t let that defeat define their existence - and at the end of this month, after they have had their chance, they won’t let the next one either.” John stepped forward. Mike stepped to join him. “Come at us with everything you fuckin’ got. Cuz we’re not pulling a single punch. Not here, not now, not ever. But I’m sure you gals’ll be fine. After all, if you can make it here? You can make it anywhere.” The camera was picked up, the shot pulling away from the champions and focusing on the skyline across the river, lit by the full morning sun, before it faded to black.

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Absolutely everything on the 2015 Michigan State-Michigan ending: Highlights, fan reactions and more

One of the wildest plays in college football history!

The Michigan State-Michigan game from 2015 had one of the greatest endings in college football history, and it hasn’t been forgotten in the two years since the miraculous finish.

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Before 2017’s return by the Spartans to Ann Arbor, some players were asked about the game, and it’s still fresh in their minds.

“Honestly, when you’re in a situation like that, you don’t think you’re gonna win the game,” Spartans linebacker Chris Frey said Tuesday via the Detroit Free Press. “Guys were pretty upset because we had played pretty well the entire day. We didn’t play very well at a few points of the game, but statistically, I think we dominated them.”

“You just love the feeling of knowing that you went into a stadium that holds 110,000 people or whatever it is,” Frey added. “And you can hear the crickets because you silenced them.”

"Oh yeah, I was on the bench just laughing it up with (former Michigan offensive linemen Erik Magnuson and Kyle Kalis), we were just laughing about how great it was (to get a win)," Wolverine center Patrick Kugler said via the Detroit Free Press. "Then you freeze for a second and see (Watts-Jackson score) and you don't believe what you saw. But that's football, it happens. We're excited to play them this year."

Here's what happened. No. 12 Michigan led 23-21 and just needed to punt the ball away to win. But the Wolverines mishandled the snap, and the No. 7 Spartans ran it back for a touchdown as time expired to win 27-23.

Michigan fans, who'd been so happy earlier, were stunned.

Michigan fan Rich Eisen of the NFL Network had a similar collapse on Twitter.

What @richeisen was like when he thought @Umichfootball won. I can't show you what it was like when they did not win http://pic.twitter.com/UgQL4QK8ju

— Michael Irvin (@michaelirvin88) October 17, 2015

That did not just happen.

— Rich Eisen (@richeisen) October 17, 2015

Players on the field explain how it went down, and hero defensive back Jalen Watts-Jackson says it was the first time he ever touched a ball in a college game:

"OH MY GOD!" ... "I don't ... know what ... to say." Listen to both teams' radio calls of the play:

THIS IS SPARTA! Former Spartan Le'Veon Bell videoed himself running around like a maniac in celebration:

WE ARE SPARTA!!!!!! http://pic.twitter.com/QifqlNbTum

— Le'Veon Bell (@L_Bell26) October 17, 2015

Mark Dantonio celebrated by asking Spartans fans at the Big House, "Where did all the Wolverines go!?"

Bad news. One fan literally had a heart attack.

The ending was so unlikely, the Spartans had already given the Paul Bunyan Trophy to Michigan. Yeah, they got it back.

MSU had just a 0.2 percent chance of winning, according to ESPN.

Here's another way to look at the swing of fortune:

The game was so over, a Grand Rapids TV station had already started its live report on Michigan's win:

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Someone has some explaining to do.

Posted by Tom Clyde on Saturday, October 17, 2015

Ohio State paused its video board on a shot of sad Michigan fans, and OSU fans chanted "we don't give a damn for the whole state of Michigan." And of course you can buy an OHIO shirt with one of those sad Michigan fans on it.

Was it the craziest ending ever? It's lacking one big thing: a band on the field.

How was the rest of the game? Well, it's the highest-rated October game ever on ESPN. Lee Corso picked the Wolverines with a Spaceballs-sized helmet, a Michigan linebacker with some MSU-hating history was ejected for a bad targeting call and took a pump-up lap around the Big House, a furious Michigan fan in a Patriots hat managed to flip off ESPN's camera, an MSU fullback thundered 74 yards on a glorious wheel route and there was a thing flying over the crowd that was maybe an inflated condom.

So, pretty good.

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Despite needing that play to win, Michigan State actually outgained Michigan and simply has the better quarterback. The advanced stats go further, projecting the Spartans to have won that game by 17 points, based on how the game's numbers would've shaken out in an average game. UM's only major advantage in the game was on special teams, which is pretty ironic ...

... that's all despite Michigan's top defender winning the game's marquee matchup and the Wolverines' offense being good enough for three quarters.

Bittersweet ending. The hero on the play, Watts-Jackson, broke and dislocated his hip on the tackle in the endzone and had surgery. He has no regrets, saying, "I'd do it all over again for my brothers."

Here's a heartbreaking look at the celebration turning somber:

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A few idiots on Twitter sent mean messages to the punter, and Michigan interim athletic director Jim Hackett wrote an open letter scolding them. Those people and are both awful and very stupid, and the punter, Blake O'Neill, had this beautiful, 80-yard punt earlier in the game.

O'Neill remains upbeat: "I tried to sort of kick it over my head, and that didn't work out. ... Pick yourself up, dust yourself off and go again. That's the beauty of sport. We get another chance against Minnesota to come out and prove we're improving."

Former Michigan punter Zoltan Mesko broke down the play to defend O'Neill.

And yeah, that was a bad mistake, but Spencer Hall explains how it could've been way worse: he could've gotten so drunk he damaged the global economy. Somebody did that!

Barack Obama offered Jim Harbaugh some encouragement as well:

Obama told Harbaugh it 'was a tough way to lose a football game,' the coach said. The pair also talked about mutual friends. '(Obama) told the fellas to keep their chin up and him and Michelle were watching the game and likes the way our team played and told our guys to keep it going.'

And any Michigan fans disappointed in Harbaugh can rally now that Brady Hoke said he would've ... gone for it?

It's good that it hurts. Bill Connelly writes that the pain is a sign of progress. Looking past the heartbreak, Maize N Brew was encouraged by the game.

That single play changed our Big Ten power rankings and our Rose Bowl projection, but the Wolverines' season resume ranks No. 2 in S&P+ anyway.

Always making it interesting. Michigan State has had a lot of thrilling finishes recently. The Only Colors takes a look at all of them.

A Michigan State fan made a bad rap song about the win, as one does.

It took magic this time, but Michigan State is now on a 7-2 run against its once self-described "Big Brother."

Hate check! Well, MSU's Magic Johnson statue got vandalized before this game, so hate might be at unmeasurable levels now.

The Gift Six? Now the play needs a nickname. Help us pick one! The voting leader is Fail to the Victors, but our Michigan State blog has endorsed The Quick Six.

Dantonio has his own name: "Rangers: Mission 4:10." "Rangers," for the name of MSU's special teams unit, and "Mission 4:10," for ... he'll explain:

We were saying all week that mental is to physical as four is to one; that you had to be four times mentally tougher than you were physically tough. And inevitably, it was going to come down to a mental game. They were going to make some plays. We were going have to handle adversity, we were going to have to handle the crowd, weather a storm or be the storm, one of the two. We were going to have to be able to do that. So that was where the 4-1 came in.

The 10 seconds obviously comes in at the back end, with the last 10 seconds of the game. But it also comes in on the front end because we sat on that bus for 10 extra seconds because I wanted to make sure our players understood the size of this game, the bigness of this particular game, the impact it will have not only on them at that point in time but on their entire lives. And so that's where the 4-10 comes in.

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