Sash Name Puns

I just unlocked the Blacksmith and can make a Ranger's Medal which I think goes in that slot in the left. Just wanna confirm before I plunge 4.5k silver into the crafting. I don't want to replace my current ribbon so I hope I can add the medal to the empty slot on the left.

Yang sports a very cool asymmetrical look to her character design, featuring among other things a half skirt of sorts. In season 2 this evolves into a purple...something off her left hip.

As the series goes on we see a number of characters sporting this look. The most standout is Mercury Black, who has cloth on one side of his hips sporting a crest, Phyrra's red scarf/sash left flowing off her right side as well as Jaune's homage to it, Raven Branwen's version of this fashion concept made out of Nevermore feathers, and Adam Taurus' large almost banner-like adornment.

This is clearly a very popular style within the world of RWBY but I haven't been able to find any reference to it in wikis or discussion. They are cool AF and so I turn to you /rwby:

1. What are these things called?
2. Where can they be acquired?

Post what you have and how much.

http://i.imgur.com/TEgQaXu.png

I've Googled this to no end, and as far as I've found, it's not a common article of clothing. I'm not talking an ammo belt worn in this fashion, I mean something with the sole purpose of storage for nick-nacks and such.

Thanks in advance if someone does this. :)

According to one of the developers, Lilac is a Chinese dragon, so her family name comes first and personal name comes latter, hence she goes by name "Lilac".

https://steamcommunity.com/app/248310/discussions/0/594820656456414821/

Tyson Tan, a supplementary concept artist of Freedom Planet, wanted to call her 夏雷嵐, spelled Xia Leilan in Pinyin, the characters means summer, thunder and mountain fog by order, you can see the character 夏 in one of his concept arts.

http://tw.weibo.com/extvia/3828307827582850 http://40.media.tumblr.com/a838b0afa2900328dea28d07d1416844/tumblr_nmagcdCcyO1rw701fo3_r2_1280.png

But it's kinda weird if her Chinese name has no connections to her English one beside some vocal similarity. I think 绫紫丁(Ling Ziding) might be a more suited name, it simply means Sash Lilac, 绫 is sash, and 紫丁 is lilac.

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"You would think I'd set the planet on fire with the way everyone jumped ship out of their council positions," Dreams muttered, staring at the Council's deliberation chamber where it was projected by the holotank. "Look at that. Twelve thousand seats, and all that is going on are four groups of Lanaktallan playing video games by using their high speed ansible links," she grumped, pointing at first one group of a dozen and then another group of four.

"They're playing a 4X galactic domination game with sixty-eight still active players after starting with four hundred," Speaks smiled, pointing at the first group. "Those ones are robbing a bank in a co-op crime simulator," he said, pointing at the second group, "Those are replaying the Black Horizon Campaign of the Clownface Nebula Conflict," pointing at the third group. He pointed at the fourth group that was pantomiming playing musical instruments. "Those six have formed a band and are touring dive bars on Mars."

Dreams sighed and petted Mr. Rings, who was busy peeling apart a puzzle treat by twisting the shell three times until it clicked and removing the third shell layer.

"Has this ever happened before?" she asked.

Speaks nodded. "A few times. Very few. Diamond Dan the Man, ruler of The Ice Bound Fjords on Terra, when he was impeached, gave a speech that ended with 'so long, suckers!' right before he used a jetpack to fly off through the stained glass ceiling and escape in a hovercraft flying a banner that read "U SUK!"."

Speaks snickered.

"He was never seen again, robbed the treasury of hundreds of trillions of Icegeld, stole nearly a half ton of gold, had trillions of dollars in bearer bonds in his pockets, stole copyrights and trademarks and put them in his name, and moved thousands of patents to his name. Rumor says he's still out there somewhere, on a gold throne, eagerly awaiting any contested election in the Ice Bound FJords. He's considered a IBF folk hero," Speaks said.

"Gee, thanks for that," Dreams said. She looked at the four Lanaktallan, who looked completely ridiculous pantomiming stuffing stuff in bags, shooting weapons, or dragging something away. "They don't even care that

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“Hell, it’s about time.”

Klaxis there mouth agape as he stared at what he would presume was a giant of a man dressed in the same irregular patterned uniform as everyone else in the room, but he stood just shy of 2 meters tall.

Klaxis’ fur was on edge as he nearly cowered under the giant's predatory gaze, the towering bald man had tattoos covering every part of his body except his face and was suking a burning stick.

Looking him in the eye proved to be far more difficult than he initially thought, the abomination’s left eye was obviously mechanical, along with shrapnel scars peppered around his eye socket.

Emperor save me, humans can interface with machines? Klaxis thought to himself as he finally collected himself and saluted the obviously superior ranking officer. “1st Lieutenant Klaxis Zulnak reporting for duty!” was nearly squeaked out his arm came across his chest in his formal Imperial salute.

“Don’t salute me kid, or any officer, especially if we’re outside.” Retorted the giant, as he reached his hand out “Lieutenant Colonel James Findlay and don’t call me by my rank outside of briefing rooms.”

Unsure how to take this new set of instructions that were completely antithetical to current military knowledge, he grasped Findlay’s hand and was shook up and down, almost violently.

The poor Imperial even dropped some of his gear that he was holding as he was being tossed around by the giant. “Welcome to the team room” Findlay greeted him. As they walked further in, Findlay's deep raspy voice broke out “Keep in mind, if you aren’t invited here and you’ll get the piss beat out of you. So make sure you only walk in here when we want you to.”

Dead silence reigned in as he noticed that not only Lieutenant Colonel Findlay was eyeing him with predatory eyes, everyone was. And these eyes told him they had NOT approved of him yet.

Findlay turned around and addressed everyone in the room “He’s a temp, so dont fuckin kill him…. I’m looking at you Gabe!” Following Findlay’s glare, he saw an almost unassuming individual with light brown skin. He had a small patch o

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---Veterans---

The Triple Ms, Shings and I stand in an open town square, nearby Bahari ya Kaskazini.

Terran security being what it is, Dr Zunberi wouldn’t have been able to collect us from there, so this is the agreed meeting place.

I look around at the others, all dressed in a fashion they call ‘smart-casual’… aptly named!

I can imagine them socializing at a gala or relaxing in their Commonroom in these clothes.

Even the Shings have emulated the style.

It almost makes me wish that R’qali wore clothes!

I’m sure that any outfit I attempted to fabricate to match this style would look ridiculous; for the combination of clothes already looking extremely unnatural on my species and the fact that I’m sure my mind wouldn’t be able to reproduce the subtle nuances of it, the way theirs effortlessly seem to!

I have to settle for having a slightly nicer sash for my welfare devices.

For a [nanosecond] earlier, I considered digging out my old medals to pin onto it but… well, Msia has told me that the one whose house we’re visiting is a veteran of the opposite side of the same conflict… it would probably be in poor taste!

Plus, all of my medals amount to ‘congratulations for not dying’… not really anything to be proud of!

I also believe that displaying medals might not be conducive to the ‘casual’ part of ‘smart-casual’.

Just then, a clear tube with an ornamental conical nose, ornamental swept wings and a single occupant sweeps, near silently, over the square before dropping to touchdown in front of the group.

Nkasiogi Zunberi throws open the access door, smiles and says “Get in, nerds! We’re going to dinner!

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

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---Emergence---

I sip at the fruit juice that the vulpine waitress brought me, after my situation was relayed to her.

We’re sat on the festoonlit deck of an outdoor bar with moonlight reflection making the ocean view visible.

My climate control field has been switched off as I was assured that the temperature had fallen to a ‘mere’ 27°C… which I can survive.

It’s somewhat surreal for me, darkness is so heavily associated with cool but this breeze, coming off the ocean, is as warm as any I ever felt on the hottest day on R’qal!

I look around at the nine Terrans sat at the table and the profusion of alcohol sat in front of them.

I am not the only one refraining… Sam, not at the table, is unable to have alcohol as, being a nonsapient, he is legally considered unable to consent to the risks of drinking and, being a carnivore by evolutionary history, his tolerance to alcohol is closer to a gardenworlder’s than a Human’s. He has been given some kibble and more sweet [coconut] water, instead.

Dr Saabir is also abstaining. It has been explained to me that this is for religious reasons… I had assumed that all Terrans were rampant alcoholics but, apparently, there are entire faiths that prohibit the consumption of alcohol.

“So! Sisi, here…” slurs Dr Zunberi, forcefully patting her brother’s arm “…he was supposed to go to uni, get qualified as a researcher, then he was supposed to take a *hiccup* posting in the Rainforest Zone like our parents did and like our grandparents did when they first settled this planet but…”

Here, Victor interrupts “Dr Zunberi, if you have hiccups, try straightenin’ your spine, closin’ your eyes, raisin’ your arms level with your shoulders and, very lightly, brushin’ your eyelids with the tips of your little fingers… it should get rid of ’em pretty instantly.”

She blinks at him a few times before doing as he suggests.

A few [seconds] pass… “That is fucking magic! How does it work?!”

Victor smiles “Stimulation of the vagus nerve, wigglin’ your fingers in your ears will do the same but, in my experience, takes longer and cuts off your auditory perception. Bad for conversin’.”

She smiles “I think you just earned the right to c

Stars were not kind.

This was a fact of life any space-faring race knew well. It was as common as the need to consume matter to survive. A star was not a friend.

It was an object at the center of a system, boiling with barely contained energy and holding all in it's influence like an animal hoarding food for the cold seasons. Oh sure, every race was born from a star system, but how many more weren’t? How many stars that had made planets kept them barren or destroyed them? How many races had died before reaching the darkness because their star had destroyed them? What about the stars that had died, flinging helpless planets into space? Or the ones that turn to black holes, devouring the life around it? Living around a star was a basic necessity for some, and nothing more. Most of the time it was because the food races consumed needed it to grow, or even worse the race itself needed starlight to survive.

Of course, some races had found ways around it. By making artificial lights that produced the spectrum they needed or by just straight up moving out of their home star systems into safety of the darkness around them.

Starlight looked beautiful from far away, it was such a shame it was so deadly.

Alatte shook her head and turned away from the viewport digitally projected into her quarters. Her fleet sat quietly in the calm of deep space at Port Alpha 4 on the coreward side of the Yama Collective, her home nation. As a Yama she was glad that her race was what one could consider an ‘elder’ race. The few elite races that had completely forsaken living around the temperamental beasts that birthed them to live life in the solitude of space between them. Her kind did not need any close starlight to survive at all, not even artificially tuned light. Their food sources could grow in complete darkness, their people did not live in the light of stars at all. Just the bliss of deep dark.

She ran a hand-paw over the desk, shaking out her fur as she felt the cool smooth metal.

As the hatch to her office opened, she turned perked ears on the young Yama that entered, panting from a fast run through the passages. “Great Alatte! Please come to the Science Deck, Researcher Grei has something to show you.”

“And he could not have called me?” Alatte asked.

“He says that he could not risk the call being silenced.” The young Yama ruffled his fur. “So he sent me to fetch you.”

“Okay.” Alatte grabbed the sash of white fabric that denoted her rank as ‘Great Head o

Chapter Thirty-Six

“Fuck,” sighed Adam as he flopped, bruised, onto the bed in his room. Slip had given him the run-around in the ring for the past two hours, and he was now waiting for the judiciously-applied bruise cream to do its job.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered as he closed his eyes. “Really need to get that girl laid…”

A soft chuckle from his right let him know that in point of fact, he was not alone in his room. He opened his right eye and looked in the direction of the noise to find Classy seated in the study desk chair with a large box on her lap, grinning bemusedly.

“Who’s getting laid?” She asked, grin widening.

“Agh - fuck. Slip really did a number on me in the ring. I think she’s a bit pissed at how she hasn’t had a turn yet.”

“While I understand how she feels, I’m sure she’ll be fine in the long run,” she replied dismissively.

“Tell that to my ribs,” Adam returned with a chuckle, lying his head back on the pillow.

“Your ribs should be fine by this evening, yes?” She inquired, laughter evident in her tone. “Otherwise this lovely gift I have for you would have to wait until the next time my family drags me to some Turox-shit gala.”

Adam’s eyes shot open, his natural curiosity piqued by the offer of a gift. He sat up with a groan and turned his legs off the side of the bed to face her, quirking a brow as he sat pensively.

“Well?” He asked, holding his hands up in a questioning gesture.

“Oh, so you will be well enough to join me tonight?” She asked in a mocking tone. “I was afraid I’d have to announce our engagement by myself.”

“Yeah, I’m good to go, now what is it?” He pleaded as she bit her lip to hold back her ever widening smile.

“Go shower, I’ll leave it on the bed for when you get back,” she said with a chuckle, pointing to the attached bathroom.

“God fucking damnit, Yn’dee,” he chortled as he rose to his feet and walked to the bathroom, stripping out of his issued PT top in full view of Classy.

“Rude,” she muttered as he closed the door behind him.

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Adam returned from his longer-than-normal shower to find something he did not expect lying on the bed.

“The fuck?” He asked no one as he strode up to bed, where an outfit consisting of a silver conquistador style helmet with gold trim, a puffy shirt with purple and white strips of fabric sewn to the sleeves and torso, atop a deep blue undershirt. A large leather belt with several pouches varying in size sat in the middle, and that was followed by pants that matched the

I want to thank BlueFishcake for the same reason as everyone else – it’s a treat to play in the SSB sandbox!

Particular thanks go to XaphOs (The Piano Man), HollowShel (Cultural Exchange), RandomTinkerer (City Slickers and Hayseeds), and UncleCeiling (Going Native) for their help, goodwill, craft, and encouragement. Without them, this story would stay in my head, and if you haven’t read their stories yet, I can’t encourage you enough.

Thank you all for reading, and for any and all comments.

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Chapter Twelve -- Resolve

Pulling the transcript required less than two minutes. While most surveillance assets had been focused on the objective, the newsfeed showing the stage proved more than adequate for the task. The Human had spoken in fluent Vatikre, and after the software compensated for his lack of tusks, the translation was certain. The words scrolled beneath the video in High Shil’vati as Sergeant Re’lan handed the printed transcript to her Captain. Captain Setar sent the transcript back to Lamana Duvari. The entire process had taken perhaps three minutes, from start to finish.

It wasn’t a long transcript.

Deep within the bunker, the pair ran another status check with the two pods working surveillance in the amphitheater. With Tei’jo’s portion unquestionably over, the Head Administrator called for the crowd to come outside for the evening and meet the faculty on the green, where drinks would be served. More than a few lingered to take pictures as Admiral Tei’jo was carried off the stage, but after the prior hour in the overcrowded setting most were easily tempted to depart.

As the bulk of the crowd drifted out of the theater, Sgt Re’lan pulled footage from the long-range cameras over to the primary screen. Setar watched the feeds as Pod Two redeployed to keep the objective in sight while Pod One tended to their assumed roles, and she let out a sigh of relief she hadn’t known she’d been holding. Events had come so very close to shattering the mission, and she resolved to commend the teams working the shift. Sometimes restraint was its own reward. Tonight, it averted a disaster.

Minutes passed as all feeds showed no threat, and Setar scrunched down in her chair. The sooner the families left and the campus achieved a working perimeter, the happier she would

So, the virus has knocked me off my feet, I’m stuck inside, out of gifts and don’t live close to a pokestop. I changed my Sylveon buddy’s name to Covid+ :-( and hoped people would realise why I was slacking. New and older friends have stuck around, sent gifts and invited me for raids.

Thank you 1Soconkiller, AncientRitual, Annovs, asvpxcalvin, Bluebean95, chicalory, Eaglewray, Gatlen, ImJessJoking, Moortras, MRentzzz, nlmpokemon123, nwtscamandr, ratatouille5436, Rumpel2k, SashRawr, Shannox89, Straateend026, TinyRick86, VenCrowe, Yanyne, Aqixnova, best1sourav, ChitoKenMirei, glitchboi, HowdyHoNghbr, Isonitrol, JaySarn, Keepermunchkin, LunaIllicit, Metranjar, Perlgoodies, PokemanA7X, R0ya1B100d, SakanaKogane, sunnynorang, weedgoblin69420, wuz6138.

I found a lot of you through here via friend requests and raids. Sometimes, social media really does do positive things.

TalulaRoses

Seems like there's a new offseason stash post every day. Thought I'd centralize it here.

Names listed in previous threads are below. I included % rostered in 1QB PPR leagues per Sleeper (as of 12/27/21) as well as any good comments that give more depth to a player. Finally, I am working through adding 1QB/.5PPR KTC values to each player (last updated 12/28/21). For reference, I have also included the values of draft picks/

Draft Picks

• 2022 Early 1st - 6437
• 2022 Mid 1st - 5733
• 2022 Late 1st - 4855
• 2022 Early 2nd - 3581
• 2022 Mid 2nd - 3210
• 2022 Late 2nd - 2702
• 2022 Mid 3rd - 1480
• 2022 Mid 4th - 554

QB:

• John Wolford, LAR - 10%
• Sam Ehlinger, IND - 21% / QB52 / 0
• Jake Fromm, NYG - 22%
• Mason Rudolph, PIT - 24%
• Marcus Mariota, LV - 30% / QB39 / 285
• Mitchell Trubisky, BUF - 33% / QB43 / 26
• Tyler Huntley, BAL - 39%
• Drew Lock, DEN - 41% / QB40 / 203
• Gardner Minshew, PHI - 41% / QB33 / 463
• Kellen Mond, MIN - 42% / QB41 / 203
• Kyle Trask, TB - 47% / QB36 / 367
• Davis Mills, HOU - 49% / 1B29 / 763
• Taylor Heinicke, WAS - 58% / QB27 / 838
• Jordan Love, GB - 59% / QB26 / 174
• Sam Darnold, CAR - 61% / QB35 / 371
• Baker Mayfield, CLE - 77% / QB24 / 1429
• Deshaun Watson, HOU - 77% / QB15 / 3411
• Zach Wilson, NYJ - 78% / QB19 / 2417
• Trey Lance, SF - 83% / QB9 / 3948
• Trevor Lawrence, JAX - 87% / QB10 / 3871
• Russell Wilson, SEA - 91% / QB12 / 3582

RB:

• AJ Rose, MIN - 5%
• Trey Ragas, LV - 6%
• Deon Jackson, IND - 8%
• Caleb Huntley, ATL - 9%
• [Scottie Phillips, HOU](https://www.reddit.com/r/DynastyFF/comments/rc6kcs/comment/hnss8m9/?utm_source=share&a

Overall I like battleboarding. I think its fun and its nowhere near as bad as conversations about real life stuff like politics and social issues usually are. That said from what I have seen I think that not much debate actually happen in battleboards. If there is to be debate people have to post feats and discuss them. There's definitely people who do this but they seem to be in the minority and more commonly there's no such thing going on. How often do you see people in versus matchups actually post feats and discuss them? In my opinion the following are more common that posts with feats.

1. People post [insert name of their favored character] and that's it. If there's more than that its probably one sentence about how easily their character is going to win.
2. People post impressive sounding sentence or paragraph about what their favored character is. Example: "Gandalf is a god." "Pennywise is a cosmic horror from beyond spacetime." Also..throw in some setting-specific terms that people not familiar with the series might not know or buzzwords like 'outerversal' there. Step up from the first type of response but still unhelpful.
3. People post description of their favored character's epic powers. Example: Honestly that copypasta about Madara summarizes this type pretty well except add in info about what those abilities actually do. But still no feats.
4. Not sure how to accurately describe this one. Short fanfiction on how their favored character is going to win? These posts contain little to no feats in any case. Frankly I think many comments on most upvoted threads at r/whowouldwin are good example, especially those "Who can defeat [insert very strong character]?" threads.
5. Silly answers obviously meant to be jokes like Bully Maguire, Dom Toretto, Mr. Bean...etc, and silly answers that may or may not be jokes such as Rattata with Focus Sash or Saitama. In both cases there's no feats posted.

The doctor says it terminal.

Alot of great jokes get posted here! However just because you have a joke, doesn't mean it's a dad joke.

THIS IS NOT ABOUT NSFW, THIS IS ABOUT LONG JOKES, BLONDE JOKES, SEXUAL JOKES, KNOCK KNOCK JOKES, POLITICAL JOKES, ETC BEING POSTED IN A DAD JOKE SUB

Try telling these sexual jokes that get posted here, to your kid and see how your spouse likes it.. if that goes well, Try telling one of your friends kid about your sex life being like Coca cola, first it was normal, than light and now zero , and see if the parents are OK with you telling their kid the "dad joke"

I'm not even referencing the NSFW, I'm saying Dad jokes are corny, and sometimes painful, not sexual

So check out r/jokes for all types of jokes

r/unclejokes for dirty jokes

r/3amjokes for real weird and alot of OC

r/cleandadjokes If your really sick of seeing not dad jokes in r/dadjokes

Punchline !

Edit: this is not a post about NSFW , This is about jokes, knock knock jokes, blonde jokes, political jokes etc being posted in a dad joke sub

Edit 2: don't touch the thermostat

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The sketchiest-looking Gonhir stepped forward, looking smug and punchable. "Well, well. If it isn't Hargrenn of Stormhill. The infamous captain of the Merry Dirge." This one had a hint of a lisp to go along with the Gonhir accent and had a green sash knotted around his waist. He turned his attention to the Human momentarily. "We are grateful to you, Human. We have been waiting for this one to lower her guard enough for us to take, and now you've beaten her halfway into submission for us."

"You're welcome," snarled the Human. "As repayment, how about you fuck off and let us finish?"

"Sorry, no. We've been waiting a long time for this." The sashed Gonhir took a step closer, gun still on me. "Do you remember me, Hargrenn?"

"Can't say I do," I answered truthfully.

"You killed a great many comrades of mine."

"I kill a lot of people. You'll have to be more specific." I actually wasn't even trying to remember who this tool and his cronies were. The important thing was to keep him talking. Because the longer he talked, the more likely he would screw up. It was already obvious that these assholes weren't professionals. If they were, they'd have just shot me the moment they confirmed my identity. No, these were amateurs. Amateurs who wanted to feel like big boss badasses. And amateurs can always be counted on to do something stupid. That was the big difference between us. The booze had made me pretty fucking stupid myself, but as a professional, I didn't need my brains in a situation like this. I had doctrine, training, and muscle-memory to do my thinking for me. Amateurs have to think and decide every step, with the first bad decision they make leading to another and another in cascading failure. It's just a matter of forcing them to make those decisions, or giving them enough time to happen naturally.

"It was in the Throgubanda system," green-sash hissed.

"Oh man, I killed shitloads of people there! That doesn't really help." That just made the Gonhir angrier, which was good, because the only thing more likely to fuck up than an amateur is an emotionally-invested amateur. By getting him focused on our conversation and what he was going to say next, he was not focusing on what I was doing. Namely, on me stealthily palming the combat knife I had tucked into a sheath on my lower back. I had two more on me i

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Lion Sash - 1W

Artifact Creature - Equipment Cat (Rare)

W: Exile target card from a graveyard. If it was a permanent card, put a +1/+1 counter on ~.

Equipped creature gets +1/+1 for each +1/+1 counter on ~.

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---Debriefing---

I alight on Deck 0, having come from the Bridge.

Originally, the plan was to keep the Bright Plume in orbit and take a shuttle down to the surface but, in light of the circumstances, the Zanzibaris have waived our docking fees and sent an approach course which Twila is following.

The ships, in tow, were taken off us in orbit; My understanding is that they will be investigated, to help build a case against the surviving pirates, and then either returned to their original owners, resold or scrapped.

We have been offered a finders fee for them, on top of the bounty.

I walk in the direction of the rear Loading Bay. My SOs ought to already be there.

The door slides open and, sure enough, there stand my security team, uniformed but unarmed.

I march up to Victor’s side and watch the rolling dunes pass [a kilometre] beneath us.

“Twila, out of curiosity, what is the external temperature at our current location?” I ask.

“The external, ground temperature is approximately 131°C right here, Captain, but only 39°C at our destination, according to local weather reports.” she relays, cheerily.

I turn to Victor “Isn’t that above Human body temperature? Why did Terrans settle a place where the temperature exceeds their body temperature?”

He laughs “As a child of the Isles, I’m inclined to agree with you, Cap(!) That’s a bit above our meltin’ point(!)… but some like it hot! The majority of settlers on this planet are people who trace to hot parts of Earth, mainly East Africa, but that ain’t exclusive. Anyone who likes the heat’d be welcome. 39°C is vergin’ toward the upper end of what Terrans consider ‘habitable’, temperaturewise, but ain’t so extreme that you got a problem… provided you stay hydrated. Evaporative coolin’, from sweat, keeps our internals cool enough to function… Anyone, who’s here, who can’t hack the heat’s got no choice but to use a personal climate control field. Nearly all the rescues are gonna need ‘em, for instance… You got yours, right?”

I gesture to it, alongside my other welfare devices, on the sash across my chest.

He gives an approving nod.

I ask “Victor, could you just remind me of everything we need to do on this planet?”

His eyes narrow in concentration and he raises a counting hand “We need to get the rescues conveyed to their relie

Do your worst!

The nurse asked the rabbit, “what is your blood type?”

“I am probably a type O” said the rabbit.

How the hell am I suppose to know when it’s raining in Sweden?

Mathematical puns makes me number

We told her she can lean on us for support. Although, we are going to have to change her driver's license, her height is going down by a foot. I don't want to go too far out on a limb here but it better not be a hack job.

Ants don’t even have the concept fathers, let alone a good dad joke. Keep r/ants out of my r/dadjokes.

But no, seriously. I understand rule 7 is great to have intelligent discussion, but sometimes it feels like 1 in 10 posts here is someone getting upset about the jokes on this sub. Let the mods deal with it, they regulate the sub.

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

They were cooked in Greece.

Let me introduce you to the star of the show, Hell's Bells

Due to the games forced affection mechanics I thought it would be doable to beat the game using basically any Pokémon. I chose Chingling for no particular reason, just thought it would be a nice challenge since it’s a cute baby Pokémon and still has ok type coverage in its learnset.

First disclosure is trading in this game only unlocks after you get the first badge, had I been able to truly start with Chingling from the very beginning I could imagine Roark being a big challenge. After I beat Roark I had a friend breed me a Modest Chingling so I could get a bit of a boost in Sp. Atk. I think that is far because it’s not unrealistic that someone could reset until they got a started with the nature they wanted. This Chingling had random/unknown IVs, so not a perfect specimen, but she won my heart and the Sinnoh league! This Chingling did have the Egg Move Hypnosis accidentally bread onto it, which probably did make very early game a tad easier to level up since I only really had Wrap to do damage at that point but I don’t think it made a difference and I quickly replaced it for other moves

Overall, the challenge itself was relatively easy, there were a couple of roadblocks along the way before the Elite Four.

All-in-all this game was mostly easy. Had a couple more challenging battles though, namely the first battles against Mars at Valley Windworks and Jupiter at the Team Galactic Etena City building, since they outsped with Dark types moves Faint Attack and Nightslash respectively, plus Purugly had Fakeout as well, and they couldn't be one-shot at that point, had to grind a bit for each of them until I got a better move and had more bulk. Things got progressively easier once I had better moves like Confusion, Uproar, and later Psychic via TM. The 6th gym leader Byron also gave me some troubles, basically had to brute force my way through that one and just kept redoing that battle until everything went my way. The final double battle against Mars and Jupiter at Spear Pillar was also pretty tough, but doable after some strategizing and grinding. And finally the Barry battle before the Elite Four was also really tough and forced me to do a final grind from high 70s to lv. 100 since his team all but countered my lone Psychic type. If this was done through a hack I could see the 1st gym battle against Roark to be very difficult as well since I didn't have Grass Knot at t

He lost May

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