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[tenebraevesper]

Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer, Issue #32: Recovery (Part 2)

So, after Eggman decided to crash the party in the last Issue, we’re going to have one last battle to finish The Metal Virus Saga with a bang. I have to say, it is awesome!

Let’s go!

Starting off where we left, everyone is facing off Dr. Eggman, who makes an announcement in his usual fashion (but without addressing Shadow or the moon).

Whisper asks Amy for orders, but Amy replies that she quit as a leader, so Whisper turns to Jewel, who panics as she’s just handling the paperwork.

We then check in on the Babylon Rogues, with Jet deciding to use the situation to their advantage and rob Jewel’s museum blind. Stay classy, Jet.

Vector takes over instead, telling Tails to mess with the mecha’s programming, and sends off everyone who can fly to the cockpit, while those left go to trash the mecha.

We also see a panel of the Babylon Rogues at the museum, Jet baffled when he realizes that it is empty. This is followed by Rouge on the top of a building, having stolen all the gems, noting that, while it’ll hurt returning them, it was worth it.

I agree.

This is then followed by a panel of Gemerl protecting Cream and Cheese, only to get blasted by Eggman, with the latter proceeding to just fire at everything around him, using Gemerl as an upgrade.

Back to Blaze and Sonic, Sonic had done a couple of laps around the island, so at least there is something familiar he’s doing. Blaze notes how the nature of Sonic’s arrival and memory loss are a mystery, and since she cannot figure it out, she’s bringing out the big guns - the Sol Emeralds.

Blaze then literally lights up, fire surrounding her as she uses the Sol Emeralds to bring Sonic’s memories back. I guess that if a mix of Chaos Emeralds-powered Super Sonic and the Warp Topaz had a hand in erasing Sonic’s memories, the Sol Emeralds would be a good way to bring him back. Still, I’ll miss British Sonic. He was actually quite fun.

Anyways, back to the battle against Eggman, Rouge and Tails discuss a new plan to stop Eggman. They need to find a way to eject Gemerl out of the mecha, so they both fly in to find the access panel on the mecha while Eggman is distracted by the others.

Tails manages to eject Gemerl, who is caught by Cream and Charmy. Rouge and Tails realize that Omega is literally part of the mecha, with Tails needing to figure out how to get Omega back. Eggman turns around, gun in hand, and proceeds to shoot at Rouge and Tails, blasting a hole in a nearby building (yeah, it was the laser gun variant, but still!)!

As for Omega, he is dealing with an error, his programming conflicted between destroying Eggman and destroying Eggman’s enemies. Vector is relieved that the shooting stopped and yells at everyone to move in.

We then proceed with a full-page panel of everyone just beating down on the mecha, while Eggman is trying to hold them back. Special shout-out to Charmy trying to free Omega. Then Cheese, out of all people, bonks Eggman on the head, who decides he has enough and takes control over Omega once again.

Back with Blaze and Sonic, Sonic has finally his memories back. They’re a little fuzzy, and he explains how he and Silver handled things. Cue Blaze noting how, by “handling it” he crashed into her garden with amnesia. Sonic just notes how he likes to make an entrance and apologizes for that.

He then asks Blaze to send him back, which Blaze agrees to do, including a promise to visit Sonic at some point. She then warps him into fire and out of the Sol Dimension.

Meanwhile, Eggman manages to take control of the situation, about to fire back, when a pillar of fire strikes the ground, and Sonic exists it.

Not gonna lie, this is probably one of Sonic’s best entrances to date.

Sonic then sees Tails and Amy on the ground, then turns to Eggman in his mecha.

He then asks Tails to fill him in, having figured out what to do, and jumps right on the mecha, while Eggman screams in disbelief upon seeing Sonic. Sonic spin-dashes into the core of the mecha, freeing a furious Omega.

Omega then turns around and promptly barrages Eggman’s mecha with bullets and rockets, only to fall apart a moment later. I guess this was either a malfunction, with Eggman having quickly scrapped him together, or it was intentional, with Eggman making sure he won’t have Omega also attacking him.

Eggman doesn’t care, being furious at Sonic for ruining his moment, and then we get, out of all things, a Jojo reference! Sonic walks up to Eggman, ready for another round of ass-kicking.

Eggman is nervous, figuring Sonic is still pissed off about the whole Zombot thing, and then quickly bails. He ruined the party, that’s victory enough for him.

Sonic, on the other hand, knows they’ll clash again, and again, and again... He still hopes that Eggman will come around, but for now, they’ll continue being enemies.

Amy then promptly tackles Sonic, hugging him in joy, and they’re joined by Tails, as well as Tangle, who adds in Vector, Espio, Charmy, Cream, Cheese, Rouge and Whisper to the pile.

Jewel then quickly reminds them they’re dealing with a fire, which they quickly extinguish.

Once things have calmed down and a new day rises, Sonic overlooks his world from the top of a building, hoping that Silver and Blaze can come back without dealing with some kind of disaster. He stretches and rushes of, ready for the next adventure.

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[firstpersonnarrator]

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[vousnavezrienvu]

Robert Sheehan - Jet Trash (2016)

Part 1/8

#Robert Sheehan #jet trash #lee #osy ikhile #sol #vousnavezrienvu

[simtrospective]

SCRAPPED STORY CHALLENGE by @bugsims

01. Post a few screenshots from a scrapped scene / edit / story! 02. Share why you scrapped this specific thing. 03. Tag five friends, and watch the fun play out!

Thank you to @gilded-ghosts for the tag.

Because I wrote so much that you might prefer to skip, let me do 03. outside the cut. I tag...

@ladykendalsims - @jet-plane-sims - @boogey-studios - @pinkmonsimblr - @dynastiasimss

The above pictures (plus the related tray files) are all I have left of an idea that was half-formed to begin with and which never got off the ground at all.

01.

Depending on if you’re a follower of mine + how long you’ve been following me, you may have seen a few of these shots before but I’ll explain them anyway:

Set 1: The characters Charlie, Hick, and Craig, in their original states on the left and their enhanced, final states on the right;

Set 2: A few WIP pictures of the performance space/club/thing I built;

Set 3: A bunch of test shots I took to see how the characters looked interacting, what they did naturally, and how they looked when I ~directed them. I used these pics to try and find my editing style for the story. I didn’t find the style I wanted. Clearly.

02.

I scrapped this idea because it never came together; I didn’t connect with the characters; I didn’t care about the storyline; I’m not done with my new save so I couldn’t ~comfortably start telling this story when the rest of the world was/is disordered; and on and on. The point is, I wasn’t feeling any of this. Oh! And I hate the whole vibe and time period and aesthetic irl; what on earth was I thinking writing about it?!

So. What was this going to be?

[[Under the cut because this is... so, so long. So long.]]

Charlie, Hick, and Craig were

going

to live in Del Sol Valley in my new save, in the Pinnacles neighborhood, which I was

going

to turn into a Laurel Canyon-style neighborhood. An entire community of would-be songwriters/musicians were

going

to live in the two smaller lots and commune with one another and be the New Guard colliding with the Old Guard; the huge mansion lot was

going

to house an aging former film-current soap actor confronting his mortality and also hating the living shit out of these hippies whose existence he took as a personal affront--I digress. Back to the “story.”

Charlie, Hick, and Craig met after each arrived in DSV separately and they vibed and they moved in together, all in a matter of, like, a week’s time. Charlie and Hick vibed especially. So much in common! Such poor little rich [kids]! Both came from pampered environments in which their family money and respective fathers’ connections allowed them to skate through life and to play at being musicians because--despite crying oppression at the hands of upper class WASP-dom--they'll always have safety nets to ensure they’ll always be okay. Charlotte Grant graduated from her all-girls prep school and put on a floppy hat and became Charlie Grant; Richard Hickey (lololol) ripped up his acceptance letter to Britechester and grew his hair out and hitchhiked and told people to call him “Hick.” They’ve lived parallel lives and “recognize” one another as soon as they meet. They have an electric connection, but neither will verbalize that. Above all, they... really want to sleep together.

Craig grew up working class and has no safety net; he just wants a little adventure before he gets a real job/grows up/gets married (his gf back home is off to college; they’re long-distance; it’s... not going to work). He’s a good guitar player and he’s a good songwriter and that’s it but maybe it’ll be more? What do they say about the lottery? Can’t win if you don’t play? Charlie and Hick want to be famous ~rule the world. Hick plays guitar well and tries to write songs but they’re shitty. Charlie is passively learning the keyboard and writes songs that are not... bad...? Some are... good?

Charlie and Hick--can you tell they eclipse Craig, yet?--have weird sexual chemistry and tension: they tease, they flirt, they taunt, they enjoy one another’s attention but they never so much as hug. They both have cruel streaks as only disconnected, spoiled, emotionally stunted bluebloods can: the torture of their relationship/non-relationship gets them off more than anything else could and that thrill drives much of their behaviors: bringing wanton strangers home for one night stands, each hoping the other is watching/overhearing, fighting about little things, acting like inappropriately close siblings, acting like strangers. Craig suffers their whims; Charlie and Hick aren’t just united in their toxicity and their dreams of fame, but in how they make Craig into a third wheel or a--well, punching bag is too strong a term. Charlie and Hick think they’re teasing their bff but you know how it is to be teased allllll the tiiiiiiime and how it can make your head spin when people who can’t get along with one another join forces--without even having to discuss it--to turn on you. Their relationship gets patched up, you’re hurting, they insist it’s not a big deal and even that you even liked it. We’re all friends. We’re all best friends omg.

But sometimes they have fun together. They have a lot of fun together. Sometimes it all is everything each dreamed it would be. DSV is a wonderland and their careers are happening and life is happening and they’re best friends. They’re soulmates for life.

The three work on music, perform at clubs. Craig is starting to come into his own as a man. I hate the term coming-of-age but in the background of the Charlie & Hick Show, Craig is maturing. He has to, because C&H are fuck-ups. They jeopardize scheduled performances. They don’t know how to talk to club owners. They’re not interested in paying their dues. They are unable (or unwilling) to promote themselves without being obnoxious attention whores. They don’t practice or help write songs. They don’t take care of the house. Hick is late with his rent. Charlie thinks she can flirt her way out of everything. Craig is also the only one of them who works; he has a day job at a print shop, gives guitar lessons on the side, and makes sure the three get gigs and don’t get evicted. The only thing C&H put consistent effort toward is making the social scene or finding a party or scoring drugs or getting laid. As the group’s local star(s) rise, their fates start to change course which increases the interpersonal tension. Hick’s fun-loving nature is starting to turn into a legit substance abuse problem and he’s picking fights with the wrong people and socially devolving, his arrogance and issues and general laziness rendering him unable to relate to others; Charlie is getting a lot of attention from older men In the Business, who have the money and connections to make her a solo star, which she is shrewdly considering; and Craig’s resentment toward his “friends” and disillusionment with the superficiality of DSV is making him rethink his motivation for coming west in the first place.

Oh, and Charlie and Hick--again, as their paths change and as their weird tension remains unresolved--continue to take their bullshit out on Craig and now it’s not funny anymore, it’s not cute, it’s not exciting, and neither is it when Hick ruins a show by being too stoned to perform and neither is it when Charlie brings unsavory characters home who trash the three’s equipment and neither is it when C&H steal Craig’s songs and perform without him at a gig they didn’t tell him about.

What I intended was that the story would at first seem to be The Charlie and Hick Show, all about them, as if we’re supposed to root for them, but ideally, through my ~deft hand 🙄 the reader 🙄🙄 was supposed to be like, Um... hold on-- until it eventually was quite obvious that these two--though human; though in situations we could understand and empathize with--were captured at a point in their lives when they were Super Toxic Assholes, and what you were watching all along was Craig as Hero.

So I had ideas, but I didn’t know how to fit them together and I didn’t want a really long story and I couldn’t--I just couldn’t figure it out. I do know that the end was going to be Craig screwing them like they’d been screwing him, a final middle finger with consequences. I know that he and Hick were going to have words and Hick was going to try and fight him (such a loser) and Charlie was going to throw a Hail Mary of like... trying to seduce (lol) Craig into staying omg I always had a thing for you/we’d be such a great team/I always thought we could ~be something ~together uwu bullshit like that. Was this true? Was this true in her own mind? I think I was going to set the story up so that if you reread, yeah, it could be true, but she’s so flirty and manipulative and socially savvy and used to getting what she wants that who knows what her real feelings ever are? Ultimately that would’ve been irrelevant bc Craig never looked at her that way and hates her and Hick now; good going guys. It’s worth noting, I guess, that when I put the group on a test lot, Charlie was super into Craig immediately, went right to him, stood close to him, was eager to make romantic overtures; she went 0 to 60 in an instant and as so far as is possible in this game they had chemistry, but Craig was not feeling the romance. And no one was feeling Hick.

Anyway, Craig was going to move on with his life and Charlie and Hick were going to learn nothing and blame him, ~the end.

And then, as I continued to play my save and maybe tell more stories, there would be Easter eggs, references to Charlie, Hick, and Craig older/in the future and where they went in life in the background of other, unrelated stories: Hick’s substance abuse problems and rehab stints and going by Richard again and his eventual moderate fame and eventual sobriety and attempted comeback and his bad relationships with his exes and children; Charlie’s legit fame + marriage to a producer + eventual fade away + moderate comeback + solid second or third marriage and bff relationship with her children 🙄🙄🙄 and her palatial house on the coast and now she exclusively wears white and ivory and pampers her dogs and eats raw (but drinks wine) because it “cured” her undiagnosed, unnamed “autoimmune disorder,” which she wrote a book about resulting in a semi-comeback but as a Famous Person and not a musician. Craig going to college and becoming a high school English teacher who plays in a local band on the weekends and who has a good marriage (not to the long distance gf) and nice kids, one of whom would eventually have her own story where she pursued musicianship with her dad, which got him back into his first passion but it was a qt father-daughter project and not An Attempt to Be Famous.

So. Idk. That’s what this all would’ve been. But it wasn’t, and it won’t be!

#sims 4 #ts4 #scrapped story challenge

[immortalled]

overall thoughts about jet trash

quick disclaimer: i’ve only watched this once, which isn’t good review practice. but whatever lol these are my initial thoughts after finishing the film. there aren’t any big spoilers in this review.

jet trash is about two english guys, lee (rob sheehan) and sol (osy ikhile), living it up in india with their gangster(?)-turned-buddhist buddy, mike (jasper pääkkönen). their past comes back to bite them when lee’s old flame, vix (sofia boutella), shows up in india... along with gang ringleader, marlowe (craig parkinson).

this film starts out slow. not painfully slow, but the kind of slow that i imagine might be a little difficult to sit through on a second watch. 

the main issue with the start of the film is that it features a lot of exposition that isn’t entirely necessary. it does well to establish sol and especially lee as drug-dealing party animals finding their escape in india, the colors are nice, and it’s very nicely shot, but after a while it just starts to feel like padding. a lot of these sequences are in slow motion, too, which is an odd reoccurring theme in this film. there’s... so much slow mo. to the point that it takes away some of the punch that a good slow motion scene could have, which is a shame. mercifully, the plot does begin to pick up a little by the 30 minute mark, which is nice. i only wish that the first 30 minutes were more intriguing storytelling-wise, which brings us to what i think is jet trash’s biggest problem: pacing.

there isn’t anything wrong with a story that has multiple climaxes, some films do it very well. jet trash isn’t one of those. the intensity is broken up by a lot of slow scenes, mostly flashbacks, which are interesting, but do feel a little awkward and sometimes out of place. i had to pause during one scene and was shocked to see that there were only 30 minutes left because while a lot had happened, it never felt quite like we’d gained enough speed to warrant a big climax, which is what i was expecting, given it’s listed as a thriller/drama.

instead, the last 30 minutes continues to rollercoaster up and down. something big starts to happen, then suddenly there’s a lull. then another big thing starts to happen, and it hits a lull. these lulls aren’t boring, mind, but the teasing is a little frustrating. i kept wanting it to take on some speed and just hold it there. jet trash feels like it could have ended two or three times before actually reaching its final climax, and they all fall kinda flat for my taste. then, after the big one, it drags again. it’s just... very odd.

jet trash also likes to remind you that it is technically a christmas film, which is weird, too. i’m usually a fan of unfitting music playing over dramatic scenes; misfits and the umbrella academy both do this extremely well and it can be hilarious and fun. in jet trash, especially during one of the first climaxes, it was disorienting and pulled me out of the moment, ruining some of the tension.

i’m ragging on this film a lot, i know. so here are a few things that i think it does pretty well:

engaging characters. at least, with their male characters. main characters lee and sol are both interesting and easy to empathize with. lee is a lovable asshole who has gotten way in over his head with a drug dealer and human trafficker. sol is his best friend who gets dragged into lee’s mess by association and seems to just be trying to do the right thing. the main villain, marlowe, who is played by craig parkinson, does a stunning job and might just be one of my favorite villains in a long, long while. he’s terrifying. i couldn’t get enough of him. even side characters, like sol and lee’s buddy, mike, are interesting. the only character that felt bland was vix, lee’s old flame and the leading lady played by sofia boutella. vix is sympathetic and does a good job with what she’s given, but she’s also just... kinda there, and feels more like a prop than a person, unfortunately.

intensity. despite the pacing being all over the place, when things do happen, it pushes you to the edge of your seat and the drama feels natural, even if there aren’t many good payoffs. it’s also pretty whumpy, which is nice. it just needed to commit.

cinematography. the shots in this film are gorgeous. someone had a lot of fun with the lighting, playing with intense reds and blues. it creates a distinct atmosphere that really lends itself well to the mood and interest of each scene. the natural scenery filmed in india is also beautiful and vivid; an interesting juxtaposition to the grimier, darker scenes set in london.

so. the verdict for this one? i give it a 5/10, maybe 5.5 just because i loved parkinson in this film and it’s been a while since a villain has given me chills. it’s worth a watch, maybe even a rewatch, but it’s not gonna make it to my favorites.

#posting today instead of yesterday bc i wanted to think about it a little more. #out of immortality [ooc]; #spark watches jet trash [liveblogging];

[theoriginalkidwithapen]

Principia – De Motu Corporum III

CW:  Death, disaster

“The alteration of motion is ever proportional to the motive force impressed; and is made in the direction of the right line in which that force is impressed.”

– Sir Isaac Newton, “Philosophae Naturalis Principia Mathematica”

Thirty-two minutes and fifty-seven seconds into her brachistochrone maneuver, Peregrine’s main engine shut down as scheduled, and with a sustained burst from her reaction control thrusters, she flipped around to face the opposite direction, beads of molten tin rolling off the face of her cooling whiskers as the force of rotation drew them away.

Once transposition was completed, Peregrine’s starbulb lit up once more, a jet of incandescent star-stuff erupting from the engine bell.  Her whiskers began to glow a dull red as the streams of molten metal started to flow along their surfaces, cooling off as they radiated away their heat into the vacuum of space, and through exploiting the properties of liquid metal, flowed back to the roots.

In her control compartment, the situation was just as lively.  The stress from 17,150 kilonewtons of thrust caused the entire room to rattle violently.  Misty was unconscious, Jon was fighting his hardest to stay awake, and even mighty Tallen strained under this irresistible force.  Peregrine had long since switched back to hands-off flight control, not that Jon had noticed.

“Contact detected, bearing 160 by 27, range 153,000 kilometers and closing,” Peregrine reported, “IFF reads as a CETU destroyer.  Time to intercept:  58 minutes, 31 seconds.”

Jon tried to respond, but he had trouble focusing on the words.  It didn’t help that his eyeballs were being squeezed into the backs of their sockets by seven gravities of accelerative force, or that it felt as if a couple large sacks of rice had been laid on top of his chest.

“Keep tracking and identify,” Tallen slurred, “How are the others doing?”

“Misty’s unconscious,” Peregrine replied, “I’ve got her on an intravenous steroid and oxygenation drip, and I’m closely monitoring her vital signs.  Jon is still conscious, but I have another IV standing by just in case he blacks out, too.”

“Great.  Time to destination?”

“32 minutes, 21 seconds.”

“Swell,” Tallen groaned.

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As predicted, Peregrine completed her deceleration burn precisely 32 minutes and 21 seconds later.  The coronal plume from her tail was extinguished, and the crew could all breathe a sigh of relief.

Perhaps not a sigh so much as violent, gasping, sputtering coughs as the pressure lifted.

“OK, everything hurts,” Jon winced.

“Would someone please be so kind as to stop that disagreeable ringing?” Misty implored, her eyes squeezed shut.

Tallen, fearing that Misty had a concussion, freed himself from his restraints and made his way to the emergency medical kit.  “Misty,” he said as he checked her pupils, “do you know who I am?”

“Of course, Tallen,” she replied, “Jon is behind me in the flight control seat, and Peregrine is the ship.”

“Lucky guess,” Tallen joked as he finished inspecting her, “The good news is that you don’t have a concussion.  Here, take this.”  He gave her a condiment-packet-sized pouch, which she tore open and, with practiced grace from a lifetime in microgravity, she squirted the floating globules of liquid painkillers into her mouth and dutifully swallowed them.

Tallen went to help Jon get out of his restraints, but Jon waved him away.  “I’m not concussed,” Jon groaned.

“Let’s leave the diagnosis to the ship’s medic, shall we?” Tallen self-referred as he checked Jon out as well.

“I know exactly who you are, Tallen,” Jon moaned, “I just feel like I’ve got a hangover the size of Saturn – I half-expect to see rings form around my head.”

“Well, the bad news is that you won’t be getting medical leave for this,” Tallen joked, “No concussion for you.”

“Damn,” Jon exclaimed before gulping down the painkiller sachet Tallen gave him, “I could really use a couple dozen sols at the Delphic Ablutoria…”

“I thought you didn’t go for the whole… sex thing,” Tallen commented.

“I don’t,” Jon replied as lucidity returned to him, “but I do find Europan hydrothermal massages very…  relaxing.”

“They really are,” Misty sighed in agreement.

“Peregrine, what’s our status?” Jon asked.

“We’re less than 5 kilometers from the remains of EML-1 Colony 7,” Peregrine reported, “The station is only rotating at 2.11 degrees per second.  There’s a lot of debris in the direction of the spacedock, but it’s moving so slowly relative to the colony that it shouldn’t pose a hazard to navigation.”

“Give me a visual,” Jon ordered.  What appeared on the monitor drew surprised gasps from everyone on the control deck.

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The absolute devastation in the scene before them evoked the profoundly morbid eerieness of an ancient battlefield.  Drifting detritus littered the space around the catatonic colony – while most of it was structure, goods, and equipment, there were many corpses among the rubble; bruised, bloated, and broken.  They had to be those with the misfortune to be close to the spacedock when it exploded – those within would have been incinerated by the blast, while those on the colony side would have been blown into space when the bulkhead ruptured from the explosion.

The walls of the colony cylinder were left deformed from the blast, lending it the appearance of a deflated steel balloon.  Twisted, melted steel cables wound about the void, making entry into the colony difficult.  Peregrine swept aside the smaller debris with her navigational sweep – ablating them with a broom of coherent light.

She was able to negotiate her way into the remains of the colony’s spacedock.  The hulks of sundered spacecraft stood silently secured in great gantries, waiting for launch orders that would never come.  Scorched shells and shattered structure left a host of haunted hulls – a macabre mess of death and destruction.

“Could you come look at this, please?” Misty asked.  What she had discovered perturbed them all.  A gaping tunnel had been bored tangentially into the spacedock’s structure, penetrating through to open space beyond, illuminated by the faint orange glow of still-incandescent metal along its interior.

“Aperture diameter is approximately 21 meters,” Peregrine reported, “It looks like whatever did this cauterized its way through the spacedock’s hull on the way out.”

“Regardless, we’re here to see if there’s anyone who needs our help,” Jon declared, “Peri, can you get us any closer to one of those service airlocks?”

“Sorry, love,” Peregrine replied, “There’s not enough room to maneuver in here.”

“We could try the longshoreman’s gantry,” Tallen recommended, “Maybe the dockmaster’s computer will have something on what happened.”

“The dockmaster’s office might also be a good place to tap into station comms and internal sensors,” Misty suggested, “It would make it easier to locate survivors.”

“We’ll start there,” Jon decided, “Peregrine, what are the conditions like out there?”

“Ambient radiation level is 0.23 sieverts per hour,” Peregrine reported, “Radiation protocol level 4 is warranted.”

“All right, let’s do this one by the numbers,” Jon ordered, “Tallen, Misty, we’re going outside.  Bring HSFH scrubs and dosimeters.”

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The Ying-Zheng-class destroyer VSCE Ekaladerhan was ugly as sin and twice as graceless.  Cursed with large, blocky construction, she would undoubtedly be less aerodynamic than the box she came in, if 5,500-ton warships were delivered from their shipyards in enormous crates.

As she cantankerously lumbered towards EML-1, decelerating on a lambent plume of incandescent deuterium, the ship’s Combat Information Center was abuzz with activity as the crew tried to make sense of the events of the past hour.

The Chief Intelligence Officer of Ekaladerhan was cloistered away from the bustle of the command center outside in his office, analyzing reports on the situation.  The biggest stumbling block to getting a cohesive picture was the lack of useful information. Actually, that was the second biggest stumbling block.  The actual biggest obstacle was that the captain expected a situation report in ten minutes to prepare for operations as soon as they arrived on site, and he didn’t have any new intelligence to give her.

A sharp knock on the door erupted from the cacophony on the other side of the bulkhead – the buzzer for that door hadn’t worked right since the Kala’s last refit 20 years ago.  According to the Chief Engineer, fixing the buzzer meant removing the entire door mount and tearing up a meter and a half of conduit in order to splice in new wiring – because door buzzers were neither primary systems nor essential for combat operations, and as the only way in or out was through the adequately secure CIC, it would have to wait until the next refit or the CIC got trashed by hostile weapons fire.

“Come,” he projected.  The percussive prattling of the outside flooded the room as the door slid open, and an Earth Forces officer in espatier gray fatigues stepped through.

“Crewman, shut that damn door!” the intelligence officer barked. “Sorry, INTO,” the interloper apologized, and then pulled the door shut.  The noise quieted to merely distracting.

“Report, leftenant,” the INTO ordered.  The interloper stood to attention.

“Sir!” the lieutenant said with military sharpness, “I’ve brought the report you asked for.”  He handed a small tablet to his superior.

“Put it on the desk.”

“Yes sir,” the lieutenant answered and did what he was told.

“Well?” the INTO asked impatiently, “If you’re just going to stand there, make yourself useful and get me some coffee!”

“Yes sir,” the lieutenant answered again, “Sorry, sir.”  He turned about-face and began to slide the door open again.

“Leftenant,” the INTO sighed, “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

The lieutenant closed the door again and turned back to face the INTO.

“May I ask what’s on your mind, sir?” the lieutenant asked.

“No,” the INTO began, “Yes.  What do you know about EML-1 Colony 7?”

“Number 7 was an agricultural colony,” the lieutenant summarized professionally, “its sole export was bulk soybeans, no different than any of the eleven other colonies at EML-1, or a dozen others at EML-4.”

“My sister was a biologist there, monitoring the soybean crop,” the INTO admitted, “She was going to be married next month, to a water management system engineer on the colony.”

“And you’re worried that she’s dead, sir?”

“I’d like to believe that she was able to get to an emergency shelter, but I doubt it very much, given how quickly things happened.”

The lieutenant sat down across from his superior.  “If you like, sir, I could say a prayer for her.”

“If you’re looking for something to do, you might help me make sense of these reports,” the INTO suggested as he dropped another tablet onto the desk in frustration, “I just don’t understand it – a nuclear shaped charge explodes in the dock of an agricultural colony, a civilian freighter under Martian registry disregards space traffic control orders and races to Colony 7 under the guise of rendering humanitarian aid, and no one seems to know anything!”

“Why EML-1 #7?” the lieutenant asked, “Why not the new space city at EML-5?  Destroying Colony 7 couldn’t have killed more than a million people, while attacking Cockaigne could have increased fatalities by an entire order of magnitude.  Colony 7 doesn’t make sense as a target for a terrorist attack.”

“It wouldn’t even have affected food production much,” the INTO agreed, “Apart from decompression and the structural damage, that colony is virtually intact.  The Department of Space Construction could have it back in productive operation in six months.  I fail to understand why anyone would have–” he paused as something on the tablet the lieutenant brought him caught his eye.  Glancing at its contents, he came to a disturbing realization.

“Leftenant,” he said as he showed him the tablet, “what do you make of this?”

The lieutenant took the tablet.  The INTO watched as the more he read, the more things began to click into place, and the more his realization grew.  “Mars?” the lieutenant asked.

“Mars.”

“We’d better inform the captain.”

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I can’t believe another month is gone! Where is this year going? I had a great month and used up a ton of products. I am killing the empty game this year, so I can’t wait to share what I used up this month! Make sure to let me know in the comments below what you used up this past month! P.S. I’m trying out a new layout for this post this month, so make sure you let me know what you think of this type of empties post please! 🙂

  hair.

+ Suave Rosemary + Mint Conditioner, 28 FL OZ ($3.94). I’ve used up a ton of these before. They’re really good, especially for the price. I definitely recommend them, and I’ll definitely repurchase. Plus, it smells so incredible! + vo5 Island Coconut Moisturizing Shampoo, 12.5 FL OZ ($5.91). My husband actually used this up. He liked it. He prefers slightly higher end shampoos, but he is trying to go through the small stash that we have of these leftover from our apartment days. I personally am not a fan, but I love the scent of this. + PINK Beach Hair But Better Wave Spray, 8 FL OZ ($14.50). This is actually no longer available, but it was a pretty decent wave spray. They had this as part of their most recent Semi-Annual sale for like, $5, and I seriously debated grabbing some more, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I didn’t LOVE this spray, but it worked for daily life. + American Wave Glint Texture & Shine Spray, 6.7 FL OZ ($30.00). I got this in a limited edition of some sort, and when I first tried it I absolutely hated it. But the more I used it, the more I loved it and now I’m obsessed. It gives some nice volume, and it does add a beautiful sheen to my hair. I definitely recommend. + Schwarzkopf GLISS Hair Repair Ultimate Repair Conditioner, 13.6 FL OZ ($5.47). I really like this conditioner, and I am loving that price. It works well, it makes my hair super smooth and I don’t notice any issues with my coloring since I do dye my hair. I’ll definitely be grabbing a few more bottles of this! + Renpure Advanced Tea Tree & Lemon Sage Shampoo, 3.4 FL OZ ($2.99). This was pretty good. I loved the scent, and it really did feel invigorating. It was great to use in the morning, and I would grab this again. + Renpure Advanced Tea Tree & Lemon Sage Conditioner, 3.4 FL OZ ($2.99). I didn’t love this as much as the shampoo. It was okay, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to hunt this down in stores. + HASK Orchid & White Truffle Moisture Rich Deep Conditioner, 1.75 FL OZ ($1.77). This made my hair feel so amazing. It smelled great, and there is a lot of product in this little sample sized packet. I love that you can buy these in one-time uses – it’s really convenient! + Garnier Whole Blends Honey Treasures Repairing Mask, 0.6 FL OZ ($0.32). There wasn’t really enough product in this sample for me to really test, so unfortunately I don’t really have an opinion since I had to mix this with another hair mask. + Christophe Robin Cleansing Volumizing Paste, 1.35 FL OZ ($8.58). This was kind of an odd-ball product to me. I don’t quite get the point, but my hair felt incredible after using this. It was similar to a scalp scrub, I suppose. I’d definitely buy the full size. + Redken Extreme Shampoo, 1.7 FL OZ ($5.99). This was a nice basic shampoo, but didn’t do anything crazy to my hair. I think it would be really good for low matience hair people. + Kenra Luxe One Leave-In, 1 FL OZ ($5.00). This little guy worked really well. I have another sample of this that I will happily use. This made my hair feel very lush and soft. I would definitely buy this in the full size. + Alterna Caviar CC Cream Leave-In Hair Perfecter, 0.85 FL OZ ($8.84). This is really good. I’ve gone through so many of these travel size tubes. This is always what I use in between trying new leave in treatments. This is always my go-to!

body.

+ Bath & Body Works French Lavender & Honey Shower Gel, 10 FL OZ ($12.50). Love this! I normally love Bath & Body Works shower gels, but this scent is one of my all time favorites. It’s so relaxing and luxurious. I will always repurchase. + Fortune Cookie Soap Time To Shine Shimmer Body Wash, 7 OZ ($10.99). This was a cute concept. It’s shaped like a wine bottle and was available as part of their New Year’s collection. It smelled really nice, but it had a lot of shimmer. I don’t really have much of a want for a shimmer body wash, so I’d pass on this. + David Beckham Homme Shower Gel, 6.7 FL OZ ($24.99). I got this as part of a cologne set that I got for Kylor (and he was the one primarily using this). I wouldn’t really be down for paying the price per bottle, but if you’re interested in paying for it, I will say it smells INCREDIBLE. I loved when he was using this, but I’m also a fan of the matching cologne. + Gillette Satin Care Ultra Sensitive Shave Gel, 7 OZ ($1.99). This was really nice. I found it to be pretty soothing. I’ll definitely use this again – it’s great for a basic shave gel that doesn’t cause irritation. + Sol de Janeiro Brazilian Bum Bum Cream, 0.84 FL OZ ($4.66). This is quickly becoming a cult classic product. I’ll admit, I think it smells delicious. I get why everyone thinks it smells so great, but (hold your pitchforks), I don’t get why everyone is so obsessed with it. It’s just like a normal lotion to me, so I wouldn’t go searching for the full size.

skincare.

+ Beauty 360 Premium Cotton Rounds, 80 CT ($3.79). These were pretty good. I didn’t find them to shed too much, and I really liked the quilted side for removing my eye makeup. I would get these again. Actually I have, this is like my 24th pack of these! + Simple Cleansing Facial Wipes, 7 CT ($4.99). I’m pretty sure this price is wrong, but it’s all I can find online? These are good, but this pack dried out very quickly. I’ve gotten the full size packs and didn’t have any issues, so I’d purchase the full size but I did find it weird that I had an issue with this travel size pack. + MAC Prep + Prime FIX+ , 3.4 FL OZ ($26.00). This is definitely not my first bottle of this. I love it, it works great at so many different things. I am trying out a few cheaper alternatives of this right now, but I’ll probably switch back to this once those are empty because OG is OG! + The Body Shop Smoky Poppy Shower Gel, 8.4 FL OZ ($10.00). This scent is no longer available :(. I actually got this on clearance from TJ Maxx. I loved the scent of it, very musky, while still having a sweeter side to it. My husband really enjoyed this too. + eb5 Anti-Aging Toner, 0.75 FL OZ ($1.24). I really did like this. This is the first product from this brand that I’ve used, and I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked it. I would buy the full size. + Luzern La Defense Urban Protect Daily Moisturizer, 0.33 FL OZ ($16.50). This was a really thick moisturizer. It was sooo amazing though. My skin felt so damn good after using this. I definitely see why it has such a high price tag. + Clinique Clarifying Lotion 3, 1 FL OZ ($2.38). This has always been one of my go-to skincare products. I have full size bottles of this, and I’ll always repurchase. This is definitely a cult classic for a reason! + Clinique Liquid Facial Soap Mild, 1 FL OZ ($2.76). This is another cult classic. So great for sensitive skin. This makes my skin feel so clean and refreshed. It’s great for those really long, stressful days. + Purlisse Blue Lotus 4-in-1 Eye Adore Serum, 0.24 FL OZ ($27.84). This seriously made my undereyes feel and look so amazing. I am really surprised at the estimated value cost of this tiny size, but I might be willing to pay retail for the full size because it really did make my eyes feel incredible! + Caudalie Make-Up Removing Cleansing Oil, 1 FL OZ ($8.28). I love cleansing oils and balms. They always work so well to remove my makeup, and this is no exception. This was interesting since it is an oil and I’ve always hated cleansing oils before trying this one. This totally changed my mind though. Bring on the cleansing oils!

masks.

+ Grace & Stella Anti-Wrinkle and Energizing Eye Mask ($2.00). + Esfolio Pearl Essence Mask Sheet ($2.20). + It’s Skin Blueberry Vitality & Moisture Sheet Mask ($1.99). + Annie’s Way Ginkgo + Seaweed Anti-Wrinkle Eye Mask ($2.99). + Mizon Enjoy Vital-Up Time Anti Wrinkle Mask ($3.50). + Urban Dollkiss Elephant Nose Pack ($5.99). + Etude House Collagen Eye Patch ($1.96). + no:hj Modeling Mask Serum ($4.00). + Etude House Black Charcoal Chin Pack ($2.90). + Her Story Aqua Mask Sheet ($4.00). + Dr. Brandt Shake & Shot Shaking Rubber Hydro Shot ($12.00) + Mario Badescu Enzyme Revitalizing Mask, 0.5 OZ ($5.00) + GlamGlow InstaMud 60-Second Pore-Refining Treatment, 0.24 OZ ($5.92)

makeup.

+ Urban Decay Troublemaker Mascara, 0.10 OZ ($11.00). I only got to use this a couple of times before it dried out. I did really like the mascara, but the fact that the travel size dried out so quickly really concerns me about the full size + Manna Kadar Flutter Mascara Jet Black ($29.00). This was an okay mascara. I don’t think that I would pay $30 for it, but it was pretty decent. This did dry out pretty quick too, though. Shame. + Urban Decay 24/7 Glide On Eye Pencil in Perversion ($21.00). This line is my holy grail eye liners. This eye liner ended up falling out of the pencil. Ugh. I’ll still repurchase though. A must-have!

I used up $370.72 worth of products this month! I’ve used up $2,996.04 worth of products so far this year!

What did you use up this month? What do you think of this layout for future empties posts?

Let’s Talk Trash! | Empties & Mini Reviews #13 Links may be affiliate or referral links. All items purchased by me unless otherwise mentioned. All opinions are my own.

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Jet Trash (2016)

Lee dan Sol bersembunyi di pantai di India Selatan yang hidup dalam kehidupan seks, narkoba, dan pesta. Kesulitan datang ke surga ketika Vix, seorang gadis cantik dari masa lalu Lee, muncul. Keadaan semakin buruk ketika Lee secara tidak sengaja membunuh seekor sapi suci dan geng menemukan diri mereka melawan polisi bengkok, preman lokal, gangster .... dan mistisisme. Seberapa jauh Anda harus pergi untuk pergi? Read the full article

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Jet Trash

Lee and Sol are hiding out on a beach in Southern India living a slacker life of sex, drugs and parties. Trouble comes to paradise when Vix, a beautiful girl from Lee’s past, turns up. Things get worse when Lee accidentally kills a holy cow and the gang find themselves up against crooked cops, local hoodlums, gangsters…. and mysticism. How far do you have to go to get away?

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Robert Sheehan - Jet Trash (2016)

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Traffic de pattes & greffes de verges clandestines

Les pigeons de la place San Marco se sont emparés des miettes du corps du Christ & leur réunion en une masse agitée forme un spectacle dont les Vénitiens ne daignent plus entretenir le calamiteux rassemblement.

Quelques touristes venus d’Asie semblent pourtant apprécier la sensation que leur procure le frottement de ces moignons d'oiseaux poubelles lorsque ceux-ci viennent gratter avec leurs jambes excoriées dans les plis palmaires d’une mangeoire de chaire, leurs becs couverts d’excroissances bactériennes blanchâtres auraient aussi pu inviter nos frères humains à se passer de cette jouissance, mais la frustration aurait été trop grande, depuis que certains Asiatiques prennent plus de plaisir avec leurs mains qu’avec les cures dents dont les a cruellement pourvu le même génie créateur qui crée la femme et le pigeon, l’identification que les hommes ictériques peuvent avoir faite inconsciemment entre deux spécimens de tiges roses et blanches, surtout lorsque celles-ci battent frénétiquement le pavé, ne fait plus de doute et si personne n’aurait su le deviner dans le monde occidental jusqu’à ce-jour, c’est une connaissance acquise que leurs capacités à jouir de l’ignoble est remarquable, puisqu’il faut pouvoir trouver un peut d’estime pour soi pour survivre, alors je veux moi aussi apprendre à détourner ma libido de ma verge pour pouvoir la concentrer dans ma main et pouvoir attraper le monde comme l’on se saisit d’une poignée de graines, ces touristes Asiatiques sont tout bonnement fascinants, car ils aiment vraiment les animaux les plus répugnants, mais tant qu’ils nous laissent leurs femmes, je ne peux les en condamner.

Alors je regarde la mine déconfite, ces colombes déchues plonger dans le saut prévu à cet effet, comme des aigles fondent sur leur proie ou comme un jet setteur sous amphétamine lorsqu'il sautent dans une piscine remplie de pièces d’or avant de faire amande honorable chez son dentiste, sur le fait que l’argent liquide ne l’est pas vraiment, pas plus que les chiffres avec lesquels ils jouent avec la suffisance des imbéciles depuis leur troisième section de maternelle pour se décréter socialement performants.

De l’autre côté du stade, les partisans d’un retour au bio tentent vainement de nous convaincre qu’il s’agit là d’une alimentation saine et savoureuse, que cette montagne de produits naturels, de matières premières insipides, auxquels n’importe quel volatile renoncerait pour une souris morte ou un ver de terre, dans un retour au moyen-âge qui serait paradoxalement synonyme de modernité, puisqu’il est interdit de déguster une joue de porc braisée à la sauce au vin, d’ailleurs les cuisiniers sont des gens peu raffinés et les cochons ne méritent pas le sort que l’entièreté du monde animal leur réserve depuis quelques centaines de milliers d’années, non, écoutez, ils méritent au moins, qu’on les électrocute avant de les éventrer.

On se demande d’ailleurs comment ces personnes qui n’ont plus goût à rien depuis longtemps, qu’à l’ascétisme abscons d’où dérive ce sentiment mensonger de contrôler et de dominer leur vie par la répression de leurs pulsions et de leur libido, victorieux dans la privation, trouvent encore de sens à ce raisonnement de moine, tandis qu’il n’est pas crédible et fort heureusement, demeure une pensée relativement peu porteuse à leur cerveaux fatigués par l’étroitesse de leur esprit et de leurs vagins bridés.

Ces minables petits bipèdes céphalogyres courent partout vers une mort certaine, avec excitation, c’est chose promise rapidement aux rampants du ciel qui, à l’instar de ces militaires estropiés et traumatisés, en viennent quasiment à en porter le pronostic fatale comme une décoration, tu as une belle médaille toi ce serait pas celle de l’intoxication au Zyclon B ? J’aime beaucoup le chancre que tu portes au gland, il est très élégland.

Je me demande qui est à l’origine de ce traffic de pattes de pigeons, je me doute que cela a moins de valeur qu’une défense d’éléphant, qu’une peau de crocodile ou qu’une fourrure de renard, mais enfin, où sont passés les tridents griffus de nos rats du ciel ? J’aime la soupe aux pattes de poulets, parce que leur cartilage est très croquant et a un léger goût de fiante si l’on se concentre bien, mais leurs pattent sont jaunes contrairement à celles des pigeons qui sont rouges, du fait d’une insuffisance artérielle permanente qui provoque des ischémies aigües de membre et une nécrose en « bain d’acide ».

En tout cas, une enquête mérite d’être menée !

C’est peut-être le sens que donnera Jimmy Douglas Jr, l’homme au visage rétréci, fils de son oncle & père Jimmy Douglas, à sa vie, lui qui a grandi recroquevillé dans une cage à lapin, nourri exclusivement à base de viande de dinde crue, la vie des pigeons le fascine lui qu’il n’a jamais pu faire décoller ses 193 kilos à plus de 2 cm du sol, on est tous le pigeon d’un autre, alors fais gaffe à l’endroit où tu laisses traîner tes sales pattes.

Je sais bien que beaucoup d’hommes Asiatiques préfèrent multiplier le nombre de micro verges plutôt que d’en faire agrandir un modèle qui paraîtrait disproportionné et ne rentrerait plus dans aucune serrure, le corps des jaunes fourmille d’invitations aux perversions, les cavités nasales et auriculaires fournissent des modèles évidents d’orifices invitant à la paraphilie.

Lorsque l’on apprendra que les pattes des pigeons servent à greffer des pénis à des millions d’hommes, le monde aura vraiment fait un pas de plus vers le trash, mais combien de temps encore allons-nous nous cacher la crudité de nos pensées les plus obscènes ?