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Standing upon a rocky plane in Alfheim with light winds kicking dirt and small pebbles about, the Jotunnar and Dwarves stood perfectly in line, stretching seemingly beyond the horizon beneath the Bifrost above which touched just the edge of the field.

Agnar stood, gleaming spiked helmet almost reaching into the clouds as he raised a spear. “You are fools thinking you could muster the strength with just mere mortals to fight an army of giants,” he said. “None shall pass into Yggdrasil’s halls. Lord Fritjof will reign over all!” He and the Jotunnar raised their weapons when something made a loud thud, psionic beams flashing through the air.

Before Hafgrim and his allies landed Bjorg who grinned, laser pointed toward Agnar and the Jotunnar. “Yeah, it’s gonna be hard but not as much with a guy on the inside,” he mocked.

Erna scowled. Climbing into her mechanical suit she pressed several buttons, missiles raising from the shoulder blades and firing toward everyone. Her Dwarven allies lifted projectile weapons and launched shrapnel, lasers, bullets, arrows, anything and everything as war cries sounded through the field.

Jotunnar joined the cries and charged forth.

Hafgrim ducked low and rolled away from the projectiles while shouting to his allies, “TAKE DOWN ERNA AND AGNAR!! CUT THROUGH THEIR DEFENSES AND TAKE THEM OUT!!”

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THE BATTLE HAS BEGUN I'M SO EXCITED HOLY GOD I'VE SPENT MONTHS WORKING ON THIS CAMPAIGN!!!!!!

When my sister smokes I get that it impairs her cognitive thinking for an hour or so, but that doesn't mean the pain is any easier. She's so critical of others by nature, and it just gets worse when she's impaired. I don't like it. It seriously offends me and I don't know how to break it to her that she upsets and hurts me by judging me for doing the same things she does.

My sister swears a lot. More than anyone in our house. I swear a lot, too. I used to be awful and no joke, every other word I said was a swear word. But then I did tone it down a lot since even I realized it was just too much, and made sure it was less often than my sister, even. I swear as often as any teenage dude would, and yet my sister told me tonight to tone it down. She's still worse than I am with swearing! She says more swear words than normal words some days and she's just so impulsive, and then she has the audacity to think I'm worse than her? Dude, take a look at yourself.

I wish I could just tell my sister to take a damn good look at herself without hurting her. Her impulsiveness and judgementive personality hurt everyone around her. It's the reason she's always been the cause of people getting upset with her. Nothing else. Just her impulsiveness and judgementive personality.

I ordered the last items for my cosplay and I'm so excited!!! The company custom made my boots for me by hand, and they also look like any normal pair of combat boots so I can wear them on average, too!! biggrin NYCC here I come!!!

I GOT COMMISSIONED TO DESIGN A TATTOO FOR SOMEBODY!!!!!!!!!

On another note I think my cat just puked on the carpet again time to grab paper towels and Clorox wipes...

Today at work, I truly learned there's a fine line between ignorance and stupidity. And 9/10 of people are ignorant of me. But this lady... gods, this lady was just plain ******** stupid.

A lady came to my register, saw me and she said, “You didn’t have a beard last time!”

“Miss, I’ve had my beard for about a year and a half,” I confusedly replied (which is true, it’s been almost two years in all honesty, and so I don’t recall anybody at work ever really knowing me without a beard).

“Well you didn’t have a beard last time,” she still told.

I shrugged. “Well I can tell you I’ve had it for about a year and a half now. It’s part of my culture for men to grow long hair and a beard.”

The lady turned to her son. “But she didn’t have a beard last time, did she?!”

She. I just told her it’s male culture in my culture to grow hair and beards. “That’s what the men of my culture do, miss,” I repeated, emphasizing the men part. “We have long hair and beards and without long hair we’re considered dishonored by others and our gods.” (Also note: I’m always wearing my Mjolnir pendant, and whether people know about Asatru or not, to most Mjolnir is still a well-known symbol.)

Again, the lady shrugged and looked at her daughter. “Well she sure didn’t have a beard last time,” she said.

With a deep breath I just shook my head and continued scanning her items while saying, “Well that’s what us men do in my culture.”

“So what religion is that, anyway?” the lady asked.

“Norse/Asatru,” I replied, not looking up.

“I’ve never heard of that. Where’s it from?”

“Iceland and basically all the Scandinavian region,” I answered. All items scanned, I handed the bag to her. “It’s not well-known, but it’s my religion and its culture, still.”

“I get that. But…” Turning toward her son again she said, “She still didn’t have a beard last time, right?”

I just shut up. I said nothing else because there’s a difference between ignorance and stupidity, and this lady well crossed the line onto pure stupidity. At the end she simply took her items then paid, and left without even saying thanks or anything.

Somebody made the joke that they couldn't ever open soda cans as a kid, but now they're an adult so there's a much higher, 89% chance of opening a can.

When I was a kid I couldn't open soda cans for the life of me. They would always explode in my face or the face across from me, or never open at all. Now I'm an adult and my friends hand me their empty cans so I can rip them in half directly in front of them.

The most pure thing is when you curl your legs in and your cat lies down conforming herself to the curves and falls asleep.