unf

Oct. 16th, 2017 05:14 pm
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last time i posted, i was in a bit of a slump - possibly more perceived than real, according to the numbers - but i've been digging back out a bit the last couple of days. i definitely needed to do more annabots, because of what it does for my tracking, which deathmatch does not do. the two training modes compliment each other well.

anyway, i'm home sick today with a head cold, and so had two daytime sessions and i just gotta say

do not step to me as widowmaker on defence in hanamura

just

don't

okay, so, i'm up to a 12 kill streak and my scope percentage is pretty good and my critical hit count is decent, and there's like 35 seconds left and we seem to be in good shape on defending the second point. torbjorn's got his turret up, all that, i'm coming back from spawn where i've re-healthed 'cause we don't have a healer, but while i was healing up, somebody blew up my mine on the upper platform on our left.

so i'm running out the right corridor and it's mccree and his ult is up and nobody on our team takes him down. he pulls a quadruple kill, then takes out a fifth, but gets taken down doing it.

i proceed to hold the point solo as widowmaker against reaper, lucio, and the piggy, the latter with no doubt the most brutally effective widow:76 play i have ever pulled off.

15 kill streak. and my whole team has seen it 'cause I'm the only one alive.

they all come charging out as i'm finishing off roadhog and i just wave - "hello there!" - and present them with a cleared objective, and we win.

smooth as silk.

unf.

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Oct. 16th, 2017 04:52 pm
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OK, I know I shouldn't care and I don't much. BUT. So that asshole Woody Allen (he who made the funnest movie scene I've ever seen in my life dammit) got reported in the NY Times today for calling for "no witch hunts" of men pursuant to the Harvey Weinstein pile-on (deserved by the way).

This seems to me the perfect article on which to open up comments. NO COMMENTS ALLOWED. WHY NOT?

I had a lot of comments to make. Some of them might even have been approved. Have emailed the Public Editor.

So I settled instead for leaving a comment on the article about President Asshole and Senator Asshole (McConnell variety) making nice together today. Have suggested the expression on Senator Asshole's face was because he just ejaculated in his pants.

Not thinking this comment is going to get approved but what the hell lol.

It's a good thing I've never aspired to be a nice woman :-)

Happy Monday!

Rest In Peace, Roy Dotrice

Oct. 16th, 2017 03:56 pm
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Roy Dotrice has passed away at the age of 94. May he rest in peace.

I wasn’t sure who he was at first, since I’m not interested in Game of Thrones. That is, I didn’t realize who he was until I checked IMDB and saw that he had played Roger Wyndam-Pryce in one episode (Lineage) of Angel. Now I remember him. Looking through the rest of his filmography, I have also seen him in Nightmare Classics: Carmilla (1989), Tales From The Crypt (1972), and two episodes of Faerie Tale Theatre. He was also Zeus in three episodes of Hercules: The Legendary Journeys.

I might need to track down his episode of Tales From The Darkside, wherein he plays "Vampire Count Jeffrey Draco."
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[AO3 link]


"I'm pretty sure I know what we're gonna see on this video," Venom said, back in her Tracer garb, but still more than a bit blue at the edges and entirely gold in the eyes. "'Cause I'm pretty sure I know what I saw." She gave Angela Ziegler a pointed look. "But... I might be wrong."

Most of the current members of Overwatch Lunar Embassy sat around a table in the ambassador's workshop - even Fareeha, though her thoughts clearly chased rabbits elsewhere. Lena glanced over with more than a little sympathy - she hardly even remembered her mother, and couldn't even imagine what it would be like to have one return from the grave.

"If everyone's ready, I'm going to start with Ana Amari's recording," Winston said, to general assent. "I haven't looked it yet - Athena's just finished deep-scanning the media for anything... inappropriate... to our systems."

-----

Jack Morrison looked at the drive containing the video. He didn't really want to play it again - it scared him. He had some ideas about why, but he didn't like them. Being a super-soldier was one thing. Being... whatever this implied... was another entirely.

He sat quietly in his temporary quarters on the small Los Muertos compound just south of the New Mexico border. He could hear Delgado outside, running her fighters through the training regimes he'd taught her, with that new man, Arturo, acting as her second. Jack smiled to himself, hearing the noise. If we're not careful, I'm going to end up with a pretty good strike team here. Already got one that's not half bad, he thought.

The former - and, arguably, again - Strike Commander looked at the drive a third time, thought, the hell with it, and linked it to his padd. A notice came up, saying the file system was damaged, and he let it repair itself, which took only a couple of minutes, and produced a slightly larger video file.

-----

Winston hit play. The large wall display showed a view through a sniper rifle - a conventional firearm, not Talon make - and Venom chuckled a little to herself. Still using the old-style scopes, grams? Good to know. Through it, from above and from two alleys situated a town that looked hot and had signs in Spanish, a group of Los Muertos fighters spilled out, led on the far side by one all too familiar white-haired super-soldier, on the near side by a woman clearly his lieutenant mirroring his actions, and through upper windows by a set of three sharpshooters. Military tactics against cheap street thugs means a battle that would end quickly, until blam, blam, blam, and all three sharpshooters were down, and there was chaos.

Morrison dodged into view, and the sniper fired, again, quickly - Venom could see Jack all but centred in her sight - and again, that blur, and then, Morrison is fine, and dodging away, and one of the fighters with him is dead on the ground.

"What th'..." said Reyes, as Mercy blinked, and looked confused. Mei looked at the screen, and back to the doctor, similarly confused. "What just...?"

-----

Morrison saw himself spill out of the passenger side of the lead vehicle, face bloodied, just as he remembered. He stopped the video, and zoomed in as far as the footage would allow - the resolution wasn't bad, but the lens wasn't great, and the image could've been shaper. Then, the blurriness got much worse, before returning to sharper focus, and his tactical visor was intact.

What the hell, he thought.

He stopped the replay, and backed up the video, and ran it again, in slow motion, frame at a time, zoomed in as before, tracking his own movement manually.

-----

"Winston, stop the replay?"

The scientist nodded, and motion stopped.

"...re-run that last shot at Morrison, slowly."

The sniper's scope tracked the soldier, a second fighter next to him, close by, but not unduly close. The shot rang out, just behind the former strike commander's motion, but still clearly a headshot. Then the blur.

-----

His visor had definitely been wrecked. Whoever took the shot had hit it perfectly, sheering right across his eyes, ripping most of it off his face without touching his skin. Hell of a shot, he thought, complimenting whoever - or, knowing Talon, whatever - had taken it. Then the blur.

He stopped the video, and studied the frame carefully. The compression wasn't too bad, but the resolution could've been better. He zoomed out, and saw the side of the truck in as sharp a focus as it had been a few frames before - just the upper part of his face became an indistinct mass.

-----

"Stop," said Venom. The video froze in place, blur still covering most of the field. She walked up to the screen. "See these?" She pointed at the sniper scope ticks around the frame, still in perfect focus. "And this?" She pointed at a perfectly-focused truck lamppost base, in the upper left corner. "This isn't recorder artefact."

Winston nodded. "I agree. Whatever this is, it's a real effect."

"Sorry luv, but the news gets worse. I saw exactly this happen," Venom said, "though my sight. I didn't talk about it yet, 'cause I figured maybe I blinked" - though she knew damn well that was impossible - "or maybe someone ran between me and Jack right as I took the third shot. But I know I had him dead in my sights, and when I fired, somebody else was dead on the ground."

"You took a kill shot?" asked Reyes.

"Third time, in that mess? Bloody right I did."

Mei looked unhappy and Gabriel frowned, but found couldn't really argue. "...fair enough."

Venom nodded. "Step through, frame at a time?"

-----

Several more frames of blur, and then, one where it seemed to thin, and then form a line along the horizontal centre of the visor, and there the visor was, again, intact, and Morrison saw himself reaching up and activating it, without a second thought, just as he remembered, during the battle.

He flipped through the last set of frames. Nothing more than what he'd already seen - a broken visor, a blur, and an intact visor, in that order. It didn't make any sense. Nothing in the Soldier Enhancement Programme could do anything like that.

Unless.

Unless it wasn't the SEP.

-----

Several more frames of blur, and then, one frame where the blur, the fog, seemed to coalesce on the right side, and then the soldier's head was to the right, apparently unharmed, and the fighter whose head had been all but out of frame was dead, on the ground, a large section cut out, almost scooped, mostly missing, and Mei made a small choking sound as the view through the scope swept from the dead fighter's body, back to Morrison's intact and dodging head, and back to the woman, and back to Morrison, before the shooter took another shot just too late, into a wall, as Morrison dove down an alley and behind a skip.

Winston blanched, and spread the key frames across the display. Gabriel looked more than a little ill, himself. "I have seen some fucked up things in my life, but that..."

Venom looked over to Dr. Ziegler, her anger controlled, but not entirely concealed. Angela said nothing, staring intently at the images. "Doc? You gonna say somethin'?"

-----

Morrison thought back to the failed defence of Overwatch Geneva, when everything came apart, falling into Angela Ziegler's lab, badly hurt, bones broken, stumbling around in the dark, the only light the emergency exit signs and his biotic field, as he grasped around, looking for the aid kits he knew had to be down here somewhere.

He remembered finding one, no, two, and applying them both, and passing out as another blast hit the base.

And then he remembered nothing until he awoke, having somehow made his way outside, having scavenged a UN uniform from one of the Talon soldiers, and feeling more than a little out of joint, like he didn't fit back together quite right, like everything was just a little off, or a little more than a little off, and he remembered putting it out of his mind and concentrating on getting away, getting as far away as possible, before Talon's UN puppets could get ahold of him, and make him pay for his defiance.

What were you working on down there, Angela? he thought to himself.

-----

"I... this cannot be happening," the doctor said.

"Pretty sure we just saw it," replied Venom.

"What are you talking about?" asked Winston.

"Angela?" the assassin prompted.

The medic shook her head. "I know what you are thinking," she said to Venom. "But you do not understand. My experimental nanosurgeons were not capable of doing what we just saw. Not even the most advanced ones."

Mei jumped in, supporting the doctor. "It's true! I knew that generation, this was not in their operating parameters."

-----

Jack pulled out his knife, pulled up his sleeve, and cut a long gash in his arm - nothing too deep, just enough to test his enhanced healing. The skin knit itself back together, normally, like it had ever since the treatments all those years ago back in California.

He cleaned his knife, put it away, and pulled out a pistol to replace it. He stared at the medium-caliber firearm, not sure he was ready to do what he needed to do, then chided himself for not being enough of a soldier. Enough of a man. It worked.

"Delgado!" he shouted.

"Yeah, Spooky?" she replied from outside.

"Pistol's acting up. Gonna fire a couple of test rounds in here, clear it. Don't freak out."

"Sure you don't want to go to the range for that?"

"It's fine, I've got a fire box."

"Oh, okay. Thanks for the warning."

"No problem."

-----

Venom pressed the point. "You're sayin' that's not some kind of experimental nanosurgeon swarm? 'Cause it looks to me like Ana made that headshot, and then somethin' stole some parts from whoever was nearby to fix it."

Dr. Ziegler rubbed her temples. "I agree that is what it looks like. But it cannot be what I made. If nothing else - I am careful! None of my experimental versions will, or even can, remain active for so long. The last time he could've had access was when the UN moved against the Geneva watchpoint, and nothing from that generation could survive."

"The evidence," said Winston, "indicates otherwise."

"It can't be!" She slammed her palms atop the table. "None of the experimental models from that era could!"

Venom narrowed her eyes at the doctor. "None of 'em? You sure about that, doc?"

Dr. Zhou leaned over to Dr. Ziegler. "I don't think you should rule it out, I could help you go over the old records, over everything that was in there when the fighting happened..."

Angela looked over to Mei-Ling gratefully. "I really don't think it's necess..." and she blinked at a thought, and looked back to Venom. Is... that what you think? Venom's face caught the doctor's surprise, as she realised that the researcher hadn't actually put it together herself yet, and the Talon assassin just nodded, and the doctor bit her lip. "...I... it has been some years, and that was a tremendously hectic - even chaotic - time. It... we should investigate. I would very much appreciate your help in that, Mei."

"Sure, Dr. Ziegler," confirmed the eco-biologist.

"Thank you," Venom replied, nodding. About time.

"God damn," said Reyes, "Could it be more than just him? Could others be... infected?"

"Absolutely not," said Angela. "My nanosurgeons would've impressed themselves with the initial contact DNA, it would be impossible for them to spread successfully. All" - she stressed, pointedly - "of my technologies rely on that. All of them."

-----

Morrison pulled up a trouser leg, pulled off his left boot and sock, and aimed the pistol at the outer edge of his foot. It'd hurt, but it wouldn't kill anybody - particularly not him. But he hesitated.

Do it, you coward, he thought to himself. God damn it, just do it.

And he fired.

The pain was brilliant and sharp, more than he expected, but muted itself quickly. He felt suddenly almost like he was in a dream, half asleep yet fully awake, as he watched his foot splatter, then turn into a greyish and pink mist, and reform, in front of his eyes.

-----

"Meanwhile," said the Talon assassin in Tracer orange and Overwatch white, "I don't think there's any safe way to bring him in alive now. I think our friends should get the next shot."

"No!" interjected Mei, with unexpected force. "That's not what we agreed!"

Tracer, or Venom, looked over to the Chinese scientist. "We agreed Overwatch gets first shot, then..."

"No!" she insisted, even more forcefully. "I will not go along with that!" She looked straight into the assassin's gold eyes. "You are not the only one he abandoned to her death. He abandoned my entire team and I want him tried for that. I want it exposed! I want my friends to be..." she choked a little, and suddenly she was crying, "I want my friends to be remembered! I want justice for them! In court, with it all exposed for the whole world to see him for the monster he is!"

Lena blinked, and blinked again, shocked by the intensity of the normally cheerful woman's outburst, and leaned forward, "Oh wow, Mei, I'm sorry, I know what..."

"No, you don't know!" The small woman shouted. "You know what it's like to disappear for years and wake up in the future but you do not know what it is like to wake up and find all of your friends dead because he couldn't be bothered to send a rescue ship! He knew we were in cryogenic suspension and still alive. At least with you, he thought you were probably dead, but with us, he knew we were alive, and just decided to let us die!"

She continued in a small, quiet voice, "And most of us did. Slowly. In the cold. As the power ran out."

Nobody knew what to say. Gabriel and Winston knew it wasn't that simple, but knew better than to open their mouths. Angela just leaned over to the smaller woman and offered her hand, and Fareeha just sat quietly next to her wife, comforting her in turn. And then Venom found her voice, at last. "I'm... I'm sorry, Mei. You're right."

Lena "Tracer" Oxton took a long, slow, deep breath, and let it out. "I withdraw my motion. Our friends will remain on stand down. Overwatch will try again."

-----

God damn you, Ziegler, the stroke commander thought, staring at his perfectly intact left foot, which moments ago he'd shot through for a second time. He shook with unreasoning fury. What the hell did you do to me?

inktober: week 2

Oct. 15th, 2017 11:15 pm
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(thanks for everyone who comments, I'm kind of unable to respond to every comment individually but I really appreciate them!)

I broke down and dug out the fine liners and that let me get some better detail for some of them. Day 9 was a study but I really liked how that one turned out, kinda learning about ink washes. Also added in a bit of color with highlighters, even though I'd intended to do all monochrome. I've been kinda trying to go back to a couple of the things I thumbnailed or sketched last week, but I haven't really been able to do it yet. Kind largely referenced work here, because I wanted to focus more on learning how to use the mediums and study lighting, though Day 8 was original. Went with a cartoony style because I thought it'd be easy to do; I was kind of unmotivated that day, so I just wanted to do something relatively fast but 'finished' and it worked out.


stitched-mouth cartoony ink person waving hello

referenced from a photo of a person holding a dead bird spread out on their back

value study with intense shadow on half a face for portrait

a sketchy yelling chameleon

value study on a fuchsia flower

face-on portrait of disheveled person coloed in blue and purple

ink wash study of feet standing on tip toe

All the noise, noise, noise

Oct. 15th, 2017 12:35 pm
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I've mentioned before that the property behind my house is a cow field. The cows had calves, as they do, and the calves frolicked through the field, as they do.

A couple of days ago, the farmer separated the cows and the calves, as they do. (Gotta wean the calves, sell them later, that sort of thing.) This particular farmer uses a fence-line weaning process, which is ... pretty much what it sounds like. The cows and calves are being kept apart by just a fence. Which means all those cows can still see and hear the calves.

Which means there has been CONSTANT MOOING for the past two days.

Now, it's less stressful for the calves to get weaned this way - they don't use up a lot of strength or lose excess weight by walking around looking for their dams. But the noise. The calling and calling. Allllll that mooing. Egads.

Dear Creator - Holidays!!! on Ice

Oct. 15th, 2017 10:43 am
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Dear Creator for Holidays!!! on Ice,

Firstly thank you! I'm really looking forward to whatever you produce. If you want to know more about what I like you can see the sort of art I reblog here on tumblr or you can see my fic bookmarks here on ao3. I also made a longer list of likes and dislikes here.

Best Wishes
Qem


Read more... )

Way hey, up she rises

Oct. 13th, 2017 08:00 pm
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So, who nearly died today?

*raises hand*

Yes, that would be me.

There I was, leaving my grandmother's house after wishing her a happy 82nd birthday. Busy minor highway outside the town where she lives. Light turns yellow. Dad has enough time to stop, though it's going to be a bit abrupt.

The semi BARRELING along behind us did NOT have enough time/distance to stop. And he sure as hell wasn't paying attention to this fact.

Thank all your little winged angels that the turn lane to the right was empty, because the semi driver had to haul into that lane. Missed our rear bumper by .... oh, I'd say about three foot. He wouldn't have come to a complete stop until his cab was on the far side of the intersection.

So yeah, I was about a yard away from getting the grille of a semi through my brain this afternoon.

FUN TIMES, AMIRITE?

pretty ugh couple of days of play

Oct. 13th, 2017 03:22 pm
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I've had a few pretty ugh days of play lately - my averages aren't dropping off (in fact, my crit shot number is up a little) but it's felt like I've been sucking, and I've been losing a lot, even outside of free-for-all deathmatch, where frankly I expect to lose, because that is not a good forum for Widowmaker.

I just have to keep reminding myself: for me, it's not a game, it's an intentionally-unfair live-fire exercise.

But lunchtime Overwatch today was better. I was even competitive in FFA deathmatch a bit, but the real fun was an unremittingly funny - to me - game in China where I just kept sending the same piggy swimming in the Garden over and over and over again with boops. Seriously, it was like four times, and he ragequit mid-round because he simply would not learn.

(He didn't even wait 'till end of the round like half his team did before dropping. After that fourth boop he was just RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE I'M OUT. It was one of those "I can hear you shrieking from here." XD )

And then at the end of the round, two more of his team quit too. But there was backfill, which kind of meant we were facing a new team, which was definitely better but we still beat them handily.

I do rather wish that team had stuck together for a bit. People knew their business. It was nice.

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Oct. 13th, 2017 09:44 am
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PSA.

Lin-Manuel Miranda has made a video with proceeds going to Puerto Rico.
Can be bought on iTunes etc.. Proceeds go to https://hispanicfederation.org/unidos/

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[It's about time I showed this story deserves that pharmercy tag, don't you think?]

[AO3 link]


"She's alive." The rocketeer looked up at the ceiling from a small private berth in the medical wing. The nanosurgeons and biotic field had done their work, and both she and Dr. Zhou were fine, all checked out and ready for action - at least, physically. "No call, no letter, no hint she'd survived, and now... this?"

The combat doctor sat by the bed, holding her wife's hand. She shook her head. "It's..."

"I can't believe it," Fareeha continued, unheeding. "I can't believe she's still alive. I just can't." She squeezed her eyes half-shut, still looking at the ceiling, but really, looking at memories. "We buried her, years ago, how...?"

"I remember." The funeral - like so many, at the time - had lacked a body. But there was a ceremony and a marker and a reception and most of all that empty feeling that wouldn't ever entirely go away, as much as Angela might try to fill it, a feeling of finality that did not sit well with being undone. "I had no idea."

"I know," said the soldier, gently squeezing that slender hand. "How could you have?"

"Are you angry at me for hitting her?"

Fareeha snorted. "I... no? Why? I don't think so. It sounded to me like she deserved it. Had I been awake, I think I might have given her more than a good slap - but I don't know." She rubbed her forehead with her free left hand. "She is my mother, and I always loved her, but she has always been like that, and now this, and now I don't know what to think."

"It feels unreal to me, even now, and I was there," said Angela. "I saw her myself, with my own eyes, but..."

"'Unreal.'" Fareeha sampled the sound of the adjective. "That's a good word for it." She shook her head. "I know, at some point, this will sink in. But right now, it hasn't."

Angela leaned down on her lover's shoulder, and no, that did not work. "Scoot over, there is room," she said, sliding onto the berth with her wife. "I am still very angry at her."

Fareeha put her head on Angela's shoulder. "I'm not surprised. I will be too, I think, eventually." She took a deep fortifying breath, trying to steady herself. "But she's right about one thing - about doing what is necessary. It's a military ethic, and I do understand it."

"Schiisdräck. It's just another excuse. She has always found excuses."

She has indeed, Fareeha thought, though she did not want to admit it. "You are not from a military family," she deflected. "You wouldn't understand."

"Don't give me that," she replied, poking her wife with pleasant indignity. "I'm Swiss - we are all military, in one way or another."

"Real military," goaded the Egyptian, a little smile on her face.

"Oh ho ho, is that how we are going to play this?" she chortled. "Do I have to slap you today as well? I remind you whose army has not lost a war in two and a half centuries."

"Do I have to remind you who hasn't fought a war in two and a half centuries?" retorted the rocketeer with a bit of a smile, for the moment.

"Because no one dares fight us," she said, with customary Swiss satisfaction. "Of course."

"I certainly will not fight you, not in the face of that logic," said the rocketeer, a quiet wryness in her voice as the sound of it went soft. "I surrender."

"Another glorious Swiss victory! But so easily?"

Fareeha rolled onto her side and wrapped her arms around her wife, and let out a long, low, shuddering sigh. "Would you just... hold me, for a little while, until we have to go upstairs?"

Oh, beloved, Angela thought, is it starting to register with you? "Of course I will. Come on, love, let it out." She pulled her lover's head against her chest, and slowly, softly petted her head as she quietly started to cry. She put away her angry thoughts about Ana Amari, and comforted her wife, instead - a far better and more immediate concern. "I'm here for you," she whispered, "as long as you will have me."

Hopefully, she thought, forever.

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Oct. 11th, 2017 07:14 pm
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I have Lularoe Maleficent leggings. And I made an icon of the pattern. My day is complete.

But now I'm not sure what to do about Halloween: wear these or the Bride of Frankenstein ones I got last week. It's nice to occasionally have a dilemma like this :-)
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КоммерсантЪ-Наука, а за ним и Элементы, опубликовали Сашину статью про нашу Международную Олимпиаду по Лингвистике, читайте, потому что интересно!

Small update to neighbor shenanigans

Oct. 10th, 2017 05:00 pm
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The puppies have been surrendered to the humane society; the kitten has been Officially Surrendered, not just seized. (The kitten has gotten much much better, I am told. Doing well.) The authorities are working with my neighbor to get the adult dog spayed and vetted, and she has had a Very Severe Talking-To About Animal Care. Very Severe, as in law enforcement involvement apparently, so that will hopefully get things sunk in. All the sympathies and good thoughts were much appreciated, thank you.
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I took Widowmaker back into quickplay games tonight. The first couple of rounds, I was with some furiously terrible teams, but I had decent shot percentages and such even if my numbers otherwise weren't exactly good.

But then I finally got a game with a decent team - well, sort of, eventually; we were down 4 on 6 for the first two checkpoints and being steamrolled. But then we got two backfill players and I got hot and we won because:

26 KILLS.
22 KILL STREAK.
60% HIT RATE.
8 CRITICAL HITS.
DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW MANY TURRETS BUT GODDAMN IT WAS A LOT THAT WAS A BUSY DWARF WHEN HE WASN'T DEAD.

towards the end half or more of the enemy team made me first target and could not bring me down. d.va charged me three times with rockets and guns flying and never made it to me once.

I've been the Widowmaker I want to be for 30 seconds or so at a time before, and once, for two minutes. This was six minutes thirty seconds.

pow

pow

pow

it was wonderful.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Oct. 9th, 2017 04:52 pm
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SOLO DEATHMATCH PLAY OF THE GAME AS WIDOWMAKER

I LITERALLY SHRIEKED WHEN IT CAME UP

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

also in a separate game came in second and was literally in contention to win until less than a minute to go when the eventual winner pulled away

because ults mostly

but damn

play of the game motherfuckers

pow
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There's a big gap between Anabots* and playing against actual people in Overwatch, and that isn't really a surprise to anyone. Obviously, they respawn instantly, they can't really kill you, there's not really a "winner" (even when you win, which you should), and so on.

But the movement is just all wrong. They don't move anything like actual players, even ramped all the way up. They tend to strafe longer than real players do, which is really handy if you want to shoot them but not so good otherwise, or they'll just kind of vibrate in place (it's really odd looking), and that's all fairly easy shooting, and they really overgroup (again, easy targeting), and so on.

But I don't like just playing Widow full-time against players, either, mostly because there are too many situations where I'm going to be a big handicap. Even in solo-queue hell random-play, I don't like that. I do like to think I improve the reputations of Widowmakers overall, in my tiny way, but that's in part because I know when not to play her at my current skill level, which is a lot of places.

And last night I finally figured out that the solution is eight-player non-team deathmatch, where it's each player for themselves, and most kills - most final shot kills - wins. I don't enjoy that game mode as a game generally; I can enjoy two-team deathmatch, four vs. four, as Tracer, but I don't tend to enjoy the free-for-all. And I particularly do not enjoy it as Widowmaker, because she is wow not suited to that kind of gameplay.** Basically, as her, you get one shot, maybe two, before you're either elsewhere by chain jump or killed, because Widow is not good at close range, and everyone closes on the Widowmaker. As a result, every shot has to be a critical hit. Every shot.

It is deeply unfair if you treat it as a game. It'll make you rage as a Widowmaker player. It really will.

But... if you treat it as an intentionally-unfair live-fire exercise... suddenly it's not so unfair. Or, at least, not so rage-inducing. And - this is key - there's no team I'm causing to lose. The only person I'm keeping from a "win" is me.

I can do that. And I did that for a couple of hours last night, and then went into Team Deathmatch as Widowmaker, which I never do for all the same reasons.

I brought my team back from behind and we won. With, again, me as Widowmaker.

That is new. My shot percentage didn't shift much, but my critical hit count did.

I think this is the missing training stage I've been needing. I need to spend a lot of time in solo deathmatch as Widow, finishing last almost all of the time, getting beat the fuck up, until I'm not... I won't be winning? But until my critical hit count will become competitive, I hope. Anabots isn't doing it by itself. I need another mode, and I think I might've found it.



*: Realised I'm assuming knowledge - Anabots is when you set up a custom came with you vs. six Ana AIs all set to hardest level, headshots only (which means they can't kill you), payload-escort levels only, zero respawn time so they're always six, a few other settings, good for working on your aim and fire rate. And you use Ana because she has the smallest head in the game, so is hardest to hit. I consider it a good round when I clear the point, which I've started doing with more regularity, because I'm killing them quickly enough to get all of them before the first one down returns from spawn.)

**: Particularly when my chain stops working right randomly, like it did last night and would not attach to fucking anything for a while. And by 'anything' I mean 'things I regularly attach my chain to.' That is some goddamn insanity-fuel right there. Resetting the game fixed it for a while but what.

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Oct. 9th, 2017 06:35 am
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The Republicans' Guide to Presidential Etiquette. So many rules to follow!


Mock a foreign leader with a demeaning nickname and threaten his country with nuclear annihilation over Twitter

Call for the firing of “son of a bitch” athletes who choose to exercise their right to free speech

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I was tagged by apeacebone on tumblr for this.

Current job?

Musician. I have a small recording studio. I also manage some commercial properties.

Dream job?

I have no idea. I do want to be seriously good at Overwatch though so... pro gamer?

talon sniper? or possibly a particular talon sniper's enemy/girlfriend. is that a job? it should be. XD

What are you talented at?

I learn processes and systems very quickly.

What is a big goal you are working towards, or have already achieved?

IBM no longer dictates computer system design and use. Email exists and works for everybody across all platforms and everyone uses the internet. You're welcome, I guess.

What is your aesthetic?

Supervillainy.

Do you collect anything?

Targets.

What is a topic you’re always up to talk about?

Honestly, at the moment? Overwatch. As if you couldn't tell. XD

What’s a pet peeve of yours?

I don't have time or emotional space for pet peeves anymore.

Good advice to give?

Have a backup plan. Have two.

Three favourite songs?

Seriously? fffft. Like I can narrow that down. I'll pick a few I've liked for a long time though.

  1. coloris - she
  2. Listen Up - bis
  3. Less Talk More Rokk - Freezepop

I'm not gonna tag anybody but whoever thinks it might be fun should do it.

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