“We seek the establishment of an armed revolutionary movement,” she said, “based on the principles of moe!”
I looked on, wondering what I had done to deserve such punishment.
“We seek the establishment of an armed revolutionary movement,” she said, “based on the principles of moe!”
I looked on, wondering what I had done to deserve such punishment.
Anonymous asked:
Man, this is a bit too close to some worldbuilding I did where, in the wake of a supervolcano eruption, a bronze-age civilization flipped from being polytheists to being anti-theists. The Storm the Heavens and Cast Down the Golden Thrones kind of anti-theists, not the internet article writing kind. (A cult expanded in the wake of the catastrophe and became the new religion.)
They are to train over multiple reincarnations for the literal, not metaphorical, battle at the end of time.
Anyhow, the good news is that gluten has been deemed one of their unholy foods.
Concept: A setting in which Moe Monstergirls and Handsome Manpires exist simultaneously next to terrifying abominations and soul-burning inhuman demons hiding in human shells that would ordinarily be used as subversions of the Paranormal Romance Genre versions of the creatures.
Following final victory of the Good Feminist People in the Great Gamer War, the old archetype of Man has been abolished.
Seeking to end sexual oppression, and empowered by novel tissue engineering techniques, the possession of a penis is limited to only those who can prove they are sufficiently Woke, enforced by a powerful licensing agency.
In practice, those with power in the corrupt government are those who can ensure their license remains in effect, no matter what crimes they commit. These same patterns of abuse are used to justify the licensing regime, while leaving social and financial power unexamined.
David Florence’s license has just been revoked.

Anime was a mistake
When your anime augmented reality filter creates the perception of large eyes, but does not dynamically resize your perception of contact lenses to match.
Random Contact Girl honey it’s the year 2048 you should really consider corrective surgery, it doesn’t count as augmentation, really!
> 2058
> arguing with Commies on minicom
> point out that the GDP per capita of the DSAZ is 8x that of Seattle
> point out no lines for antirejection drugs in DSAZ
> mfw “the Free Peoples’ Republic of Seattle isn’t real Socialism”
> mfw “Detroit Special Autonomous Zone is Fascist Dictatorship”
> mfw receiving these messages at coffee shop w/in DSAZ

Every day that the Earth Sphere Federation does not exist is a better day for it.
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mitoticcephalopod answered:
ngl that’s v cute but also terrifying
It is the year 2141. Tulpa artisans and corporate tulpa research departments produce tulpas of both real personalities and fictional figures and sell them for transfer on cybernetic implants. Tulpa Rights Activists protest against the transfer or erasure of tulpas, and are arguing for their inclusion in civil rights laws. Following the Night of Violets, the first mass tulpa terrorist attack, the Earth Sphere Federation government has begun a massive crackdown on unlicensed tulpas…
Violet Slattern Films presents…
It is the year 2201. Prison has been abolished. Empowered by new technology, the state only punishes the part of one’s brain considered to be truly responsible - this is considered the most humane solution. You (or a character) wake up in a recovery clinic for the only crime worthy of lobotomy followed by replacement - murder.
Excellent, my prompt has performed well, and without spamming my notifications.
begone sisterfuckers
The year is 2073. Following the collapse of North America and the European Union in World War 3, millions of weebs migrated into a partially-depopulated Japan. But not all is well in the land of the Rising Sun, as tensions between the siscon, lolicon, and still-technically-weird-but-otherwise-more-significantly-normal weeb factions are rising. Only one possibility looms on the horizon…
THE WEEB WAR
ウイイブ・ワル
here’s how marine can still win
A towering inferno rose up behind the column as the tanks rolled through Paris. Normandy had already fallen, Orleans, the Ardenne… all now under occupation as the last holdouts had fled to the city. But they were surrounded. The armed militia members waited nervously behind a makeshift blockade, clinging to their AKs.
- A History of the New France, 2034