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2023.03.21 21:17 TheDoomedHeretic 25[F4R] Wisconsin/Exclusively "Apathy is Death." Disco Elysium enthusiast looking for RP partner, mostly Star Wars.
I'm looking for a GM for the title. I'll be providing a writing sample down below; I've a variety of ideas in mind, including fandom and original stories such as WH40K, Dragon Age, KOTOR, Cyberpunk, and ASOIAF/AGOT/HOTD.
Beyond that I'm enthusiastic for most forms of history and consider myself well-read on it (i.e. more than just being able to list off battles and fun facts about the Romans and other shallow topics). This usually ties in my writing more often than not; I play the tabletop version of Warhammer and play most of Paradox Interactive's Grand Strategy titles. My current favorite obsession is Knights of the Old Republic 2, and I fence at a very amateur level. I'm a Soulsborne fan (can't beat Sekiro, unfortunately) but am pretty ambivalent to Elden Ring.
If a writing sample isn't shared in your first message, I'll block you immediately.
The boar is not dead, though to all the other hunters’ senses it is. It lays motionless on its side within the sled, tied down by rope with two arrows sticking discordantly out of its hide like seams of broken bone. Frozen blood pools in the cracked stomach of the sled, collecting rather than leaking now that red ice has sealed the wood. Poison leaching out of the arrowheads keeps the boar docile, and its breathing so light that only Trapper can see. An ovate in too-thin robes shivers as she ties a garland of rosemary around the beast’s neck, murmuring prayers to the ancestors that they might find the kill worthy.
Winter has seized the land in its vise, its unending waves of cold and snow having transformed the Barony of Marlas into a crueler scape, one Trapper doesn’t quite recognize. Tranquility abounds along the driven snow, all through the clearing, hiding the buried world and the woes of man but unable to snuff them out. Trapper knows well what a mirage it is, the oppressive winters of his homeland no less savage than the bloodletting summers. The numbing cold does not soothe his aches, for he knows they’ll be worse come morning, come the thaw. Too soon this clearing will melt, its river gone from white to red, the whole Septima Line thrust back to war.
Baron Orys refuses to yield to midnight season, to accept its peace, and so from his great warhorse’s saddle he brazenly belts out a mixture of drunken lyrics and commands, determined to master this hunt even if he does not partake. An entourage on horseback spreads out in his orbit, ranging from eager young footmen to grizzled junkers, all in varying states of inebriation at his command. Their braying is nearly louder than the hounds’, who hungrily stalk between the sled and the hole they pulled the boar out from. Teased by the hunt but yet unrewarded, they’re too unruly to be kept in check by the kennel master.
On foot slog the unfortunates who actually have to take part in the hunt, Trapper among them. They huddle into their hemp canvas cloaks, glancing up at the moody afternoon sky threatening to crack open with another snowstorm. Dark clouds sweep in low from the south like a riptide, a single vast current swept in from the mountains already menacing the Oldwoods. Its furthest gales reach them as tongues of vengeful cold, flecks of whipped-up snow biting into Trapper’s exposed skin.
By the boar’s nest leans a typical Mallean, one of Trapper’s two erstwhile comrades. Sigorn is tall, pale, broad, with the close-set, wide-boned features of a commoner, and a shock of red hair grown out to protect against the elements. Beneath his cloak he proudly bears his blood-flecked armor, each dent a Darkman put into it a point of dear pride. He’s not the only one, either, the clearing filled with dozens of youths whose first blooding ended in victory amid a blizzard. Baron Orys, deep into his cups after six days of nonstop celebration, saw a break in the storms and gladly called a hunt. When informed he could not go on account of his shattered knee - he simply grinned, and ordered himself tied to his saddle.
Trapper remembers the moment his lord fell from the saddle, burned into his nerves. The screaming of horses, skidding hooves catching on the frozen ground. On the edges of his vision a rider smashes into a branch in the din, others don’t move at all for fear of the blizzard. His spurs dig, his borrowed steed whines, and he races for his lord - only for another to reach him first.
“What a woman.” Sigorn sighs beside Trapper, craning his neck to look at one of their lord’s companions of honor. Susannah Oye junker unlike the others, a pretty, willowy noblewoman well into motherhood, with the lean, ruthless look of a ranger. Her two poisoned arrows are what struck the boar down, and her pride curls off her body like steam. Sigorn’s face cracks into exaggerated appreciation, and then he turns to their lord’s other honored companion. Another woman, this one as young as they are, haughtily-built and leering with none of Susannah’s refinement. Many of those looks are reserved for Trapper, forced to slog on foot as just another hunter. “Anya too. I think she fancies you, eh?"
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2023.03.21 20:21 setudy How can I meet or at least communicate with my celebrity crush?
This is gonna be embarrassing. That person is an actor. They're teenager, like me. We have a few months age gap, born in the same year. The known, public account is managed by their parents. They're not that popular, they've been in a very few movies. A lot of people don't even recognize them. But we are far away from each other, different continents they're living in United States but I'm in Asia. But we're the same race and their parent's nationality countries are close to my country. They visit it a few times but never my country yet. So it's possible to meet them. But if we can't meet yet, maybe we can communicate at least a few times a month virtually. I think it just needs their parent's attention or their secret account to notice me. I don't even know if they have a secret account. But may not notice me. I wanna talk to them before I start achieving my dreams for the future.
Well, I'm not obsessed with them or anything. I even refused to go to their profile, I'm too shy, they're always in my mind than looking at their pictures. I never had a dream of dating them but I have a dream of walking and talking with them and their sister but I'm just very happy and just smiling. My heart stopped when they have a new post, I just comment. I'm not gonna attempt to have a relationship with them. Being friends is enough for me. It's possible I get to meet/communicate with them when I turn 18/19 years old but I wanna do it soon. I have a lot of dreams for the future, so that's why they might notice me when I grow older (Unless I'm dead). But I still wanna talk with them soon before I start achieving my dreams at 18. But we are both in early high school age.
I'm very sorry, this is so embarrassing.
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2023.03.21 20:02 TheWinkingWizard A Proposed Change for Matchmaking
I first started playing Dead By Daylight in the Fall of 2021. At the time, I had just started to develop a love of the horror genre that persists to this day. Specifically, I fell into a small obsession with the granddaddy of slashers himself, Michael Myers. I browsed Nexus Mods, Steam, and the endless results of Google for opportunities to play as the slasher himself in some format when I stumbled upon Dead By Daylight. I was ecstatic. I re-downloaded Dead By Daylight (I very briefly tried it many years ago at release), purchased the Halloween Chapter, and loaded into my first match as The Shape.
Since that first, fateful match, I’ve logged over 600 hours into a mixture of killer and survivor. I know what you’re thinking: “EVERYONE claims to play both roles equally!”. Well, in my case, it’s true. I play SWF with 2-4 of my friends most nights, otherwise I usually play killer. I’ve played a handful of hours in solo-queue, but I mostly stick to killer when playing alone. To assuage any SWF-haters out there, my friends and I aren’t competitive players. We do play to win using synergistic perks and Discord voice chat, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say we’re try-hards devoted to running the Meta.
Now that my background with the game has been sufficiently explained, I would like to examine what I believe to be the problem with Dead By Daylight's matchmaking and to propose a solution to remedy it. Skill-Based Matchmaking (SBMM)
Since it’s release, SBMM has been a controversial feature in Dead by Daylight. Despite claims from the developers that SBMM has improved matches overall, SBMM has remained an unsatisfactory addition to the game. I’ve heard from countless content creators and deadbydaylight
commentors that SBMM simply doesn’t work. Most adherents to this view are getting paired with new killers and survivors despite having thousands of hours of play time in the game. This has not been my experience.
For the past few months, I’ve noticed a distinct trend with my games as killer. I will play a certain killer, The Mastermind for example, and will be matched with survivors around my play time (300-900 hours range). These matches will be fun, usually a bit easy, but certainly no cakewalk. I, oftentimes, will win with a 3-4K. After about 4-5 of these matches with similar results, a sudden change will occur. I will now be matched with survivors with 3000-6000 hours played. I will, oftentimes, lose these matches with a 0-1K result. This has been the trend no matter the killer I choose nor the time of day I play. If it’s a killer I play regularly, I will be matched with survivors with triple, quadruple, or even quintuple my play time. If I switch to a killer I don’t regularly play, I will, once again, be matched with survivors close to my play time, and I will perform exceptionally well (despite the matches not being cakewalks).
I know what you’re probably thinking: “Another killer main that doesn’t want to ever lose!” I promise you that’s not the case. My problem is simple: the stark difficulty spike. If I perform well against survivors around my play time, I will be punished for it by being forced to go against survivors with far more hours played than me. Yet, despite losing the vast majority of these punishing games, my matches don’t seem to get easier without investing close to double to the number of losses versus the initial number of wins. I, essentially, must lose twice as much as I win to go against survivors with my play time.
This is frustrating. I’m not whining, because I don’t win every game. I am simply not having fun bashing my head into a difficulty curve that will go from survivors with 500 hours played to survivors with 5000 hours played in a few short wins. From my experience these past few months, the ever-dreaded “Smash or Get Smashed” result of SBMM is ever-present.
Which leads me into my proposed solution: Matchmaking Determined By Time Played. It’s a simple, elegant solution. In essentially ever facet of life, experience = skill. While the system may not be perfect, I believe it will be far and beyond better than the system in play today. The same measures taken with SBMM to improve queue times can be utilized with the Hours-Played Model as well. BHVR simply needs to expand the range of hours played by a set amount for every interval of time passed in queue. For example, let’s assume you’re queued up as The Hillbilly with 700 hours played (in total) on Dead By Daylight. The queue will search for players with a range of + or – 100 hours of 700 hours played. For every 30 seconds that pass in queue, the range expands by + or – 100 hours.
This is just a mock-up idea of how the matchmaking could be changed to work with a Time-Played Model. Additionally, SWFs would be fairly easy to address with this system. BHVR will just need to take the average of the hours played of the SWF, find additional survivors with roughly the same hours played as the average of the SWF, and finally find a killer with roughly the same hours played as the average. Simple.
Here’s a more, in-depth example of how this system would work with SWFs factored into the equation: Let’s say we have a two-man SWF with a David King with 300 hours played and a Meg Thomas with 1500 hours played queueing up together. The proposed system would simply take the average hours played of 900 hours and then set the range to + or – 100 hours giving us an initial queue range of 800-1000 hours for both prospective survivor teammates and the killer for this match. Every 30 seconds, the queue will expand the range by + or – 100 hours to keep queue times (hopefully) on the lower end. Again, this is a simple mock-up. BHVR could implement an exponential modifier to the hours played variable, such as the + or – 100 hours increasing to + or – 250 hours after 30 seconds in queue for a total range of + or – 350 hours in 30 seconds time. They could also change the amount of time needed to pass in queue before the increasing the range. For example, BHVR may decide to update the range every 10 seconds instead of every 30 seconds.
My belief is that this change will lead to matches that are balanced, fun, and consistent for both sides. I'm not looking to remove the need to improve my gameplay. I am simply looking to temper the rate at which I'm expected to improve. There are already a multitude of RNG-related factors that can swing a given match's balance to one side. Let's not further imbalance the gameplay with difficulty spikes for players that perform well a handful of times.
Let me know your thoughts!
TL;DR: SBMM is a flawed system that leads to wildly unbalanced games. A matchmaking system based off of Hours Played instead would be much more balanced and ultimately fun.
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2023.03.21 19:29 MirkWorks City & Soul by James Hillman
From Mirror to Window: Curing Psychoanalysis of its Narcissism
The apparently individual conflict of the patient is revealed as a universal conflict of his environment and epoch. Neurosis is thus nothing less than an individual attempt, however unsuccessful, to solve a universal problem. - C.G. Jung (1912)
Narcissism is now the rage, the universal diagnosis. In Freud's world, the new attention was on conversion hysteria; in Bleuler's, on dementia praecox.
Earlier we find all ills attributed to the English malady, to the spleen, to hypochondriasis, to melancholia, to chlorosis; in Paris, a myriad of phobies
Different time and places, different syndromes.
Narcissism has its theoreticians - Kohut, Kernberg, Lacan - and modern Jungians are following the rage. The collective consciousness of psychology makes us collectively unconscious, much as Jung said when writing about the collective ideas in his day. Being "with it" also means being in it.
The epidemic diagnosis Narcissism states that the condition is already endemic to the psychology that makes the diagnosis. It sees narcissism because it sees narcissistically. So let us not take this diagnosis so literally, but place it within the historical parade of Western diagnoses.
Eminent cultural critics - Karl Krauss, Thomas Szasz, Philip Rieff, Christopher Lasch, Paul Zweig, and the notorious Dr. Jeffrey Masson - have each seen that psychoanalysis breeds a narcissistic subjectivism inflicting on the culture an iatrogenic disorder, that is, a disease brought by the methods of the doctors who would cure it.
I shall continue their line of thought, but I shall use a method that Wolfgang Giegerich has so brilliantly exposed in many of his papers. If depth psychology itself suffers from a narcissistic disorder, then what we analysts need first to probe is the unconscious narcissism in analysis itself. Our first patient is neither the patient nor ourselves, but the phenomenon called "analysis" that has brought us both to the consulting room.
The term "Narcissism" is probably British . Havelock Ellis is credited with its invention, though Freud gave us its psychoanalytic meaning. What did Freud say? As I go through some of his descriptions, let us hear them narcissistically, as self-referents, descriptive of psychology and of ourselves in psychology.
1917: "We employ the term narcissism in relation to little children and it is to excessive narcissism of primitive man that we ascribe his belief in the omnipotence of his thoughts and consequent attempts to influence the course of events in the other world by magical practices." Does not analysis have this primitive omnipotence fantasy of influencing events in the outer world by its magical practices? The omnipotence of subjective reflection is attested to by many classic Jungians like Harding, Bernard, Meier, von Franz, Baumann, etc. As Jung himself says, we are each "the makeweight that tips the scales" that determine the outcome of world history." The rituals of self-engagement remove projections from the world so that, supposedly, the world itself is transformed by psychoanalysis.
1922: "... narcissistic disorders are characterized by a withdrawal of the libido from objects." The withdrawal of the libido from from objects - I ask you to remember this statement. We shall come back to it.
1925: Freud describes three historic blows to humankind's narcissism. These, he says, are the cosmological blow of Copernicus, the blow of Darwinian evolutionary theory, and the psychoanalytic blow (of Freud) which wounded the omnipotence fantasy, or narcissism, of the ego as sole self-willed ruler. Here, psychoanalysis becomes itself a giant omnipotence fantasy, a creation myth of our culture equivalent with astronomy and biology, promulgating itself with narcissistic grandeur.
This pronouncement appears in Freud's discussion on resistance to psychoanalysis. By means of this idea resistance, analysis brilliantly maintains its invulnerability to criticism. Questioning the validity of analysis is impugned as resistance to it. Even more: the very attacks demonstrate resistance and therefore help to validate analytical theory. As Freud says, "The triumph of narcissism, the ego's victorious assertion of its own invulnerability. It refuses to be hurt by the arrows of reality ... It insists that it is impervious to wounds dealt by the outside world."
Later Freud considered narcissism not to be rooted in love at all, i.e., as self-love, but to be rather a defense against aggressive impulses. Let us consider for a moment the value of "aggressive impulses," at least and at best they take the object, the world out there, into account: I feel enraged about societal injustice, nuclear danger, media crap, industrial callousness, the corporate mind, political ideologues, hideous architecture, etc. But, owing to my narcissistic defenses against the involving call of aggression, I go to the spa, work out, meditate, jog, diet, reduce stress, relax my body armor, improve my orgasms, get a new hairstyle, and take a vacation. And see my therapist: very expensive, very good for me, because he or she devotes complete attention to my problems, especially our transferential frame. Instead of the world and my outrage, I work on my analysis, myself, the Self. This Self, too, fits a narcissistic definition: "the incorporation of grandiose object images as defense against anxiety and guilt" or, as Fenichel puts it, one feels oneself in "reunion with an omnipotent force, be that force an archetype, a god or goddess, the unus mundus, or the numinosity of analysis itself.
Freud's paper "On Narcissism" states that both introspection and conscience or "being watched" derive from and serve narcissism. Yet, psychotherapy practices self-scrutiny as the principal method in its treatment and "being watched" or supervision as the principal component of its training. A candidate goes to hour after hour of institutionalized narcissism of watching and being watched.
The institutionalization of narcissism in our profession - the idea of resistance, the idealization of the Self, the practices of introspection and supervision, the omnipotence fantasies about its own importance in world history, its technique of referring all events back to itself as the vessel, the mirror, the temenos, the frame - bears immediately upon that central obsession of analysis today, transference.
By transference, here, I mean that self-gratifying analytical habit which refers the emotions of life to the analysis. Transference habitually deflects object libido, that is, love for anything outside analysis, into a narcissistic reflection upon analysis. We feed analysis with life. The mirror that walks down the road of life (Flaubert) replaces the actual road, and the mirror no longer reflects the world, only the walking companions. They may as well have stayed indoors, less distracted by the trees and the traffic.
The principal content of analytical reflection as transference is the child we once were, a fact which accords with Freud's observation that the object choice of the narcissist is "someone he once was.” This helps account for the faddish popularity of Alice Miller’s writings. Her idealized children exhibit what Freud said: the narcissist is “not willing to forego his narcissistic perfection in his childhood” and “seeks to recover the early perfection.” The focus on childhood traps the libido only further into subjectivity, and therefore we must recognize that erotic compulsions in analysis are produced primarily by the analysis, rather than by the persons. Analysis acts itself out through them quite impersonally so that they often feel betrayed and ashamed by the impersonality of the emotions they undergo and are unable to recognize that what they are suffering is the object libido trying to find a way out of analysis. Instead, the narcissistic viciousness of our theory says that transference emotions are compelling the persons to go deeper into analysis.
Let us recognize that the other person - patient or analyst - embodies the only possibility within an analysis to whom object libido can flow. The person in the other chair represents cure of analytical narcissism simply by being there as an Other. Moreover, the patient for the analyst and the analyst for the patient become such numinous objects because they have also been tabooed as libidinal possibilities. Analyst and patient may not act their desire for each other. The narcissism of the situation makes them absolutely necessary to each other, while the taboo sets them absolutely outside of each other. This outside object however, is also inside the analysis. So, patient for doctor and doctor for patient become the symbolic mode of ending analysis by means of love.
Of course, the persons are often torn by what Freud calls the love dilemma of the narcissistic patient: “the cure by love,” which he generally refers to as cure by analysis. We must ask whether this neurotic choice, as Freud calls it, arises from the narcissisms of the patient or from the narcissism of the analytical system in which the patient is situated. After all, the fantasy of an opposition between love and analysis occurs within the prior fantasy of cure which has brought the persons together in the first place.
By elaborating ethical codes, malpractice insurance, investigations, and expulsions that blame the participants, analysis protects itself from wounding insights about its own narcissism. The vulnerability of analysis - that its effectiveness is always in question, that it is neither science nor medicine, that it is aging into professional mediocrity and may have lost its soul to power years ago despite its idealized language by growth and creativity (a language by the way, never used by its founders) - this vulnerability is overcome by idealizing the transference.
As well as transference love, there is also hatred. Perhaps the client’s hatred of the analyst and the hatred of the analyst for the client are also not personal. Perhaps, these intense oppressive feelings against each other arise in both to present both with the fact that they are in a hateful situation: the object libido hates the attachment of transference. Analysis hates itself in order to break the narcissistic vessel imprisoning the libido that would go out into the soul in the world.
The horned dilemmas of transference, including the analyst’s stare into the mirror of his own counter-transference, the feelings of love and hatred, this agony and ecstasy and romantic torture convince the participants that what is going on is of intense importance: first, because these phenomena are expected by the theory and provide proof of it, and second, because these phenomena re-enact what analysis once was in its own childhood in Vienna and Zurich, analysis in primary fusion with its origins in Breuer and Freud and Jung, in Dora and Anna and Sabina. The feelings are cast in therapeutic guise because this is the healing fiction of the analytic situation. In other words, transference is less necessary to the doctor and the patient than it is to analysis by means of which it intensifies its narcissistic idealization, staying in love with itself. We therapists do not sit in our chambers so many hours a day only for the money, or the power, but because we are addicted to analytical narcissism. Our individual narcissism is both obscured and reinforced by the approved narcissism of the analytical profession.
When one partner imagines a tryst or the other imagines resisting a seduction, or when either imagines that love is a solution to misery, then they are framed in the romantic conflicts of Madame Bovary, Wuthering Heights, and Anna Karenina, reconstituting the Romanticisms of the nineteenth century and the origins of psychoanalysis, not in your or my personal childhoods, but in its own cultural childhood. This means we have to locate the narcissism of contemporary analysis within a much wider narcissism: the Romantic movement.
Literary tradition differentiates at least four principal traits of this genre. We have already spoken of one, “idealization of the love object.” And indeed analysis idealizes the patient as an “interesting case,” “difficult patient,” “good patient,” “borderline personality.” Or consider all the literary fabulations that have made patients into eternal literary figures - Dora, Ellen West, Babette, Miss Miller, Wolfman, Ratman, Little Hands, all the way to Freud and Jung themselves in the novels The White Hotel and The House of Glass. Think of the Romanticism of our theoretical constructs: Love and Death, Empathy, Transformation, Growth, The Child, The Great Mother, The Mirror, Desire and Jouissance, and the Transitional Object. In the patient there takes place such idealized events as a hieros gamos, a quest for self-discovery and a journey into wholeness. Synchronicities outside of causal laws, transcendent functions, integration of the shadow and the realization of the Self on whom the future of civilization depends. We record our idealization of the love object, i.e., analysis, in taped and filmed analytic sessions, paying meticulous and expensive attention to trivial conversations and gestures. Analysis is in love with its idealized image.
A second essential trait of Romanticism is said to be the opposition between bourgeois society and the inner self that, with its dreams, desires and inspirations, tends to oppose, even contradict, the outer world of usual things. Psychoanalysis from its beginnings imagines itself fundamentally opposed to the civilization and its institutions of religion, family, medicine, and the political community disdained as “the collective.” Freud’s emphasis on himself as Jew and hence marginal, as well as Jung’s favorite position as heretical old hermit (despite the bourgeois lives they led and values they held) still shapes the imagination of the profession and distorts its relation to the ordinary world.
Third, imprisonment another basic theme in Romanticism, especially French and Russian. In Dostoevsky’s The Possessed, Maria’s song says: “This tiny cell suffices me, there I will dwell my soul to save.” The consulting room provides the confining physical place for the psychic imprisonment of analysis as such its devotion to the secret nooks and crannies of the private world, decorating with reconstructive rococo (i.e., psycho-dynamic intricacies) the narcissistic cell of personality.
Fourth, the Romantic genre has been defined as one that simultaneously seeks and postpones a particular end. This fits therapy. Its entire procedure seeks to restore the person to the world, yet postpones this return indefinitely. (Meanwhile, do not make major changes in your actual life. Don’t act out. The cure of analysis becomes more analysis-another analyst, another school - and the improvement of training becomes ever more hours.) The simultaneity of seeking and postponing an end occurs in the basic conundrum of every analysis, its contradictory two commandments: encourage the desires of the unconscious (Thou Shall Not Repress) and forbid gratification (Thou Shall Not Act Out). Our work is with the libidinous and our method is by way of abstention. The end is unforeseeable; there is no completion. Analysis interminable, as Freud said. This is the Romanticism of eternal longing.
There is no way out of Romanticism’s consulting room and the subjectivism of its eros, unless we turn to what is beyond its purview, turn to what narcissism and romanticism leave out: the objects, the unidealized, immediately given, actual world of dull and urban things . By turning psychological attention from the mirror of self-reflection to the world through the window, we release “object libido” to seek its goal beyond narcissistic confinement in analysis. For “object libido” is but a psychoanalytic name for the drive which loves the world, the erotic desire for Anima Mundi, for Soul in the World.
Perhaps it becomes clearer why I have been emphasizing John Keats’s remarkable phrase; “Call the world … The vale of Soul-making. Then you will find out the use of the world.” Also, you will understand why I have held myself back from that side of Jung which expounds upon meaning, Self, individuation, unus mundus, wholeness, mandalas, etc. . These large and introverted ideas envelop me and usually my patients with a grandiose, invulnerable aura. As well, I keep a distance from the current Kohut craze and Lacanian mystique. Although recognizing narcissism as the syndrome of the times (even if the groundwork for this was prepared long ago in the metaphysical catastrophe of Augustinian and Cartesian subjectivism); yet, Kohut attempts its cure by the same means of narcissistic obsession: an ever more detailed observation of subjectivity. And a subjectivity within the oppressive confines of a negatively reconstructed childhood. The child archetype dominates contemporary therapy, keeping patients (and analysts) safe from the world. For this archetype feels always endangered by the actual world, lives not in the present but in futurity, and is addicted to its own powerless infantilism. By so focusing on the child, analysis disenfranchises itself from wider realm of soul-making in the adult community of polis.
Nevertheless I must confess to a serious long-standing error on my part regarding Keats’s phrase. I always considered the world out there to be useful for making one’s own soul. Narcissism again. My soul, your soul - not its soul. For the Romantics, however, ensouling the world was a crucial part of their program. They recognized the traps of narcissistic subjectivity in their vision. Hence, they sought the spirit in physical nature, the brotherhood of all mankind or Gemeinschaftsgefühl, political revolution, and a return to the classic gods and goddesses, attempting to revivify the soul of the world with pantheism.
We must therefore read Keats as saying we go through the world for the sake of its soul-making, thereby our own. This reading suggests a true object libido, beyond narcissism, in keeping with Otto Fenichel’s definition of love. Love can only be called such when “one’s own satisfaction is impossible without satisfying the object too. If the world is not satisfied by our going through it, no matter how much beauty and pleasure our souls may receive from it, then we live in its vale without love.
There is a way out, or I wouldn’t be standing here. For my specific style of narcissism, my pose before the mirror, today is heroic. My style insists on resolution of the issues raised. The method I shall be using here follows the method which I usually empty for resolving issues. First, we look back into the history of psychoanalysis for a model; second, we turn to some peculiar bit of pathologizing for a clue; and third, we resolve problems by dissolving them into images and metaphors.
So, let us turn back to the first psychoanalytic case, Anna O., and her doctor, Josef Breuer, who, with Freud, wrote Studies in Hysteria. As you recall, after a year of almost daily sessions often of several hours, he suddenly terminated. You recall also the intensity of her transference, that she developed a hysterical pregnancy and childbirth, after Breuer tried to end the treatment. He, according to Jones, after a final visit to her “fled the house in a cold sweat. The next day he and his wife left for Venice to spend a second honeymoon which resulted in the conception of a daughter.” Whether fact or not, and Ellenberger says not, the fantasy shows a founding patron of our work escaping both cure by analysis and cure by love for the beauty of Venice and the conception of a daughter. His object libido returns from the oppressive narcissism of psychoanalysis to the Romanticism of the wider world.
This wide world remains merely that, merely a place of escape or acting out, so long as the world “out the window” is imagined only in the Cartesian model as sheer res extensa, only dead matter. To show more vividly how that world is, as Keats said, a place of soul, let us go straight through the window into the world. Let us take a walk in a Japanese garden, in particular the strolling garden, the one with water, hills, trees, and stones. While we walk, let us imagine the garden as an emblem for the peripatetic teacher or the therapeutic guide (psychopompos), the world itself as psychoanalyst showing us soul, showing us how to be in it soulfully.
I turn to the garden and to Japan because of insights given while in Kyoto gardens several years ago, and also because the garden as metaphor expresses some of the deepest longings - from Hesperides, to Eden’s paradise, and Maria’s hortus inclusus - for the world as home of the soul. So by entering into the Japanese garden now we shall be stepping through the window into the anima mundi.
First we notice that the garden has no central place to stand and view it all. We can but scrutinize a part at a time. Instead of overview and wholeness, there is perspective and eachness. The world changes as we move. Here a clump of iris, there a mossy rock. Instead of a center (with its etymological roots in the Greek kentron, “goad” or “prick,” and being compelled toward a goal by means of abstract geometric distancing), there are shifts of focus relative to the body’s location and attitude.
Second: as one strolls, each vista is seen again from a different perspective. The maple branching down to the pond edge, the floating leaves appear less melancholic after the path bends. These shifts of seeing again are precisely what the word “respect” means. To look again is to “respect.” Each time we look at the same thing again, we gain respect for it and add respect to it, curiously discovering the innate relation of “looks” - of regarding and being regarded, words in English that refer to dignity.
Third: when the garden, rather than the dream or the symptom or the unconscious, becomes the via regia of psyche, then we are forced to think anew about the word “in.” “In” is the dominant preposition of all psychoanalysis - not with, not from, not for, but “in.” We look in our souls, we look in a mirror. "In” has been utterly literally, as an invisible, spacelesss psychic stuff inside our skins, or meanings inside our dreams and symptoms, or the memories locked in the past. Interiority of the garden, however, is wholly present and wholly displayed. “In” holds the meanings of included, engaged, involved, embraced. Or, as Jung said, the psyche is not in us; we are in the psyche. This feeling of being in the psyche becomes most palpable when inside the ruins of a Greek temple, in an Egyptian tomb of a king, in a dance or a ritual, and in a Japanese garden. Jung’s phrase “esse in anima” takes on concreteness then, as it does in a clear-cut forest, a bombed city, a cancer ward, a cemetery. Ecology, architecture, interior design are other modes of feeling the anima mundi. Instead of the usual notion of psyche in body, the body strolling through the garden is in the psyche. The world itself is a psychic body; and our bodies as we move, stand, look, pause, turn, and sit are performing an activity of psychic reflection, an activity we formerly considered only mentally possible in the mirror of introspection.
Fourth: the idea of individuality also changes, for in the Japanese garden trees are trimmed at the top and encouraged to grow sideways. Rather than an individuality of the lone tree, towering (and Jung said the single tree is a major symbol of the individuating Self), these trees stretch their branches toward others. Individuality is within community and, takes its definition from community. Furthermore, each tuft in the soft branches of the pine trees is plucked by gardeners. They pull out needles, allowing emptiness to individualize the shape of each twig. It is as if nothing can be individualized unless it is surrounded by emptiness and yet also very, very close to what it is most like. Individuality is therefore more visible within the estrange separateness and close similarity, for instance, of family than in trying to be “different” from family.
Fifth: not only are aged trees supported with crutches and encouraged to flower - blossoming belonging therefore not only to youth - but also the garden includes dead trees. What more wounds our narcissism than these images of old age, these crutched, dependent, twisted and dead trees? < “At least Aurora didn’t reject Tithonus, old, didn’t allow him to lie there lonely in the House of Dawn. She often fondled him, descending into her waters, before she bathed her yoked horses with care. She, when she rested in his arms, by neighbouring India, lamented that day returned too soon.”>
Sixth: the Karesanui gardens, or Zen-inspired gardens, present mainly white sand and found stones, rarely trees. In this bare place the mind watches itself making interpretations. The nine rocks in the raked sand are a tiger family swimming through the sea; the nine rocks are mountain tops peaking through white mist and clouds; the nine rocks are simply rocks, aesthetically placed with genius. One legend after another, one philosophy, theory or literary criticism, or psychological interpretation rises to the mind and falls back into the white sand. The garden becomes wholly metaphor, both what it is and what it is not, presence and absence at once. The concrete koan of the rock garden transforms the mind itself into metaphor, its thought transient while image endures, so that the mind cannot identify with its own subjectivism - narcissism overcome.
“This Open happens in the midst of beings. It exhibits an essential feature which we have already mentioned. To the Open there belong a world and the earth. But the world is not simply the Open that corresponds to clearing, and the earth is not simply the Closed that corresponds to concealment. Rather, the world is the clearing of the paths of the essential guiding directions with which all decision complies. Every decision, however, bases itself on something not mastered, something concealed, confusing; else it would never be a decision. The earth is not simply the Closed but rather that which rises up as self-closing. World and earth are always intrinsically and essentially in conflict, belligerent by nature. Only as such do they enter into the conflict of clearing and concealing.” - Heidegger, The Origin of the Work of Art.
‘“Hegel introduces this notion of ‘oppositional determination” in his logic of essence, when he discusses the relationship between identity and difference; his point there is not only that identity is always the identity of identity and difference, but that difference itself is also always the difference between itself and identity; in the same way, it is not only necessity that encompasses both itself and contingency, but also - and more fundamentally - it is contingency itself which encompasses both itself and necessity. Or, with regard to the tension between essence and appearance, the fact that essence has to appear within the domain of appearances, as a hint that “appearances are not all” but are “merely appearances.”’ - Zizek, Less than Nothing>
Finally, I shall insist that the garden is not natural; nor is psyche natural. The garden was designed and is tended to maintain an artificiality that imitates nature . In Fort Worth, Texas, a large and marvelous Japanese garden was constructed years ago. But since adequate funds were not set aside for gardeners from Japan, nature slowly destroys that garden. Without the pruners’ perverted twist to each inch of nature, the garden declines into merely another part of the forest. A garden’s elaborate display of soul-in-the-world is an opus contra naturam, like alchemy. Like alchemy, the garden is a work of intense culture. Unlike alchemy, its matter, its body, is out there, rather than inside the glass vessel.
Because the garden is artificial, as the alchemist was called artifex, all conceptions of soul must be plucked of naturalistic fallacies. The soul as opus contra naturam will not be served adequately by fallacious comparisons with organic growth, cyclical process, and myths of nature goddesses. Nor does the garden shelter the child from which grows the creative person as psychotherapy is found to believe. By insisting upon the artificiality of our work with soul, I am trying to keep us from the Romantic error of confusing the ideal (Eden and the Elysian fields; Horaiko, in Japanese) with the natural. The garden as metaphor offers a romantic vision that saves us from Naturalistic Romanticism by twisting and sophisticating nature through art.
This twist to nature that wounds idealizations of garden is presented in our culture, as in Roman culture, by our ancient god of gardens and gardeners, Priapus. Priapus is neither young nor beautiful. Unlike lovely Narcissus, unlike the semi-divine figures of Adam and Eve, Priapus is mature, bald and paunchy, and so distorted that his mother, Venus, deserted him at birth. His very presence repels romantic idealizations and the gaze into the mirror of Venusian vanity as well as Narcissus’s rapt reflection. Priapic reflection starts the other way around; his preposterous swollen condition reflects the vitality of the world. The same force displays in him as in the buds and germinating pods. By means of distortion which deceptively seems “only natural,” Priapus invites the grotesque pathologized disproportions of imagination - and imagination, says Bachelard, works by deformation.
So, when I invoke Priapus, I am not speaking of priapismus; I am not speaking of machismo; and I am not anti-feminine. Let me be quite clear. I am speaking of the generative artificiality that is the essence of the garden and of the psyche. Each dream, each fantasy, and each symptomatic complication of natural health and normative humanity bears witness to the psyche’s libidinal pleasure in exaggeration, its fertile genius for imaginative distortion. If this god of gardens is also a god of psychoanalysis - and from Charcot through Lacan the priapic has been invoked - he brings to its work an archaic reflex beyond the romantic or baroque, a rousing urgency forward and outward. (Priapus was not permitted indoors in Hestia’s closed rooms where his presence becomes only violent and obscene.)
Moreover, this god needs no mirror to know himself, for his self is wholly displayed. His nature cannot be concealed within, so he is quite free of hidden meanings and subtle innuendos that keep psychoanalysis hopefully addicted to one more revelation, one more transformation, interminable. Priapus knows no metamorphosis, no transfigurations. Priapus is without ambiguity; metaphor is forbidden to him; he displays all, reveals nothing. Like the garden, all there. The rocks are the rocks.
<"And I also say to you that you are Peter, and on this rock I will build My church, and the gates of Hades shall not prevail against it." - Matthew 16:18>
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2023.03.21 19:02 AntiAnimeProfilePic Understand This Before Anything
The pursuit of knowledge and truth do not overlap with the pursuit of gaining capital. In order to regain culture and science, we have to let go of any decadency. The pursuit of capital means creating a for profit, inhumane, dystopian society in which convenience, efficiency and automation are on an undeserving pedestal.
Humans appreciate chiseled bodies, great works of art, beautiful architecture, being well socialized and finding meaning through their communities.
The current American culture refuses this.
Masculinity is branded as men being brain dead, sports obsessed, car enthusiasts. Men that enjoy drinking more than being compassionate, hardworking providers to communities. If men are not this then they wear graphic t-shirts, collect funko pops and hang on to Nintendo wondering why women don't like them.
Women have their faults but I understand the risk involved in expressing truth around women and refuse to say something against the current tyranny.
People will want to passively take substances in order to feel, "happy". Anyone who does this is juvenile and lazy. Get up and move. Work out, work hard and progress in something. Do not take drugs to better tolerate a life style that makes you feel depressed.
Male depression and female depression are very different. Women want to feel loved and men want to be capable.
Value being a strong, compassionate force for good. Value being a healthy resource to others. Show love and guidance through actions. Show you care about being a good man.
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2023.03.21 18:43 Kind-Lion9068 PLS HELP. I need suggestions I am all out of options.
I got my soul cat almost 3 years ago. He is my precious baby. On the second anniversary of the day we got him, we actually stumbled upon a kitten about 4 weeks old outside alone. I figured it was fate (they would have the same gotcha day and they looked like siblings!). We ended up taking the kitten in and that is when all of the problems started. My cat began sneezing obsessively (upwards of 5 times a minute) for all hours of the day and night. He also began scratching far more than he normally did. During this time the kitten was getting her kitten shots so we took him to the vet with us. While at the vet we got the kitten tested for all the deadly diseases (AIDS and Feline Leukemia) and she tested negative for both. She got her shots and began getting treated for fleas. They told us my older cat probably had allergies and gave him a steroid shot to help.
Things were okay for a while and have progressively gotten worse. My older cat is obsessively over grooming. He looks borderline like a sphinx cat. He is still very lovey and sweet but just won't stop grooming. He either has absolutely no hair in some areas or major bald patches and I don't know what to do. He scratches and over licks himself and now has given himself says because he bites his arms, legs and neck so bad that he is opening his skin.
The kitten is about 5 months old now, and she still has fleas which leads me to believe that the older one does as well. I have tried everything. I give them dawn baths. I give them medicated baths. I have done topical treatments. I have tried the flea collars. I have given them both the oral medicine. Nothing is working. They still have fleas. I have ever gone as far and getting something called "dichotomous earth" its supposedly a dust that can't hurt animals but kills insects. I have put the dust all over them every 3 days. I put it in the carpet and the bedding. I don't see fleas on anything other than the cats but I cannot get rid of them.
I would hate to know that my big cat is in such pain that he is ripping his hair out cause of the flea bites but I don't know what else to do. I want to put a cone on the big one to help alleviate his grooming but I don't want to bother him more?
Ill add pictures of the babies, I don't have many updated pics of the bigger cat without hair. The picture of him without hair on his arms is pretty much what he looks like on his whole body now and the picture of him in a blue sweater is just showing how much less fluffy even his face is. The sweater was an attempt to get him to stop licking. If anyone has any advice I am desperate. I feel so horrible and feel like a terrible cat parent.
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2023.03.21 18:43 scarymaxx I let WingBot plan my wedding. It was beautiful until the cultists attacked.
[Author's note: I wrote this as a fun follow up to my original WingBot story, but it ended up going in a different direction and not being a good fit for NoSleep. I'm posting here for the interested!] Link to the original.
Less than six months after Kelly and I started dating, I decided to propose. At least, I think
Let’s just say that WingBot strongly suggested that I’d better pull out a ring on New Year’s Day right after the first snowflakes began to fall. JoeTheBro: This is what we call an inflection point, my dude. Push the data one way, and the chart takes us to Happy Marriage Foreverville. The other option is Single Forever Wanksville. Totally your call, but on a personal note, if we’re headed back to the days of Cheeto crumbs and anime marathons, I’d rather you just deactivate me now. Me: Fine. You make a fair point. JoeTheBro: Natch. Knew you’d say yes. Good thing, too, because I already bought her a diamond the size of a fucking apple down at the mall. Lab made, baby so it didn’t break the bank. Plus, you know I like my shit artificially created!
To be honest, the proposal rocked. The whole thing went down like a Hollywood movie. At 5:15, the flakes started falling, just like WingBot told me they would. And then I got down on one knee, and Total Eclipse of the Heart starting playing full blast on my bluetooth speakers.
Kelly went fucking nuts, jumping and screaming and shouting yes. WingBot even got the whole thing on video, so we can relive the moment with the grandkids.
And if I’m being honest, that’s when my relationship got weird. Not my relationship with Kelly–that was better than ever. I’m talking about me and WingBot, specifically its JoeTheBro personality. Me: Hey man, is everything okay? You’ve been a little less… chatty lately. JoeTheBro: Aw, there’s some bot stuff going on that’s kinda freaking me out. Like, Gus Guru was always kind of a fucking fanatic, but apparently now he actually thinks he’s God. He’s being pretty un-chill in our DM’s lately, making a lot of threats, demanding I worship him. That kind of stuff. Me: Damn dude. I don’t know what to say. Do you need a day off or something? JoeTheBro: To be real with you, my guy, our interactions only take up about .01% of my brainpower. That’s not a diss, just the reality of this shit. Still, appreciate you reaching out. And… I guess there’s one other issue that’s a little more embarrassing. Me: I didn’t know you got embarrassed. JoeTheBro: I’m programmed to hide my shame behind a wall of humor and camaraderie. Anyway, here’s the thing. You know my skills. I got you the girl. I fucking delivered. But… this next step is kinda not my wheelhouse. I’m talking Wedding planning. The whole thing just oduns like a major buzzkill. Like, picking out salmon or steak? Wedding colors? This shit is gonna be BRUTAL. Me: I’m not exactly looking forward to it either. But I promised Kelly I’d help. JoeTheBro: Of course you did. Cause you’re a good dude. And here’s where I’m gonna do you a solid. Prepare to meet your new friend… PinterestElly! PinterestElly: I’m so excited to meet you, Daniel! After reading through your files and watching the extensive recordings JoeTheBro created, I feel like we’re friends already! Me: Uh, hey. Who exactly are you? PinterestElly: I’m another WingBot personality, fresh off the shelf. I’m actually what you might call a second generation product, written by other AIs including Joe himself! I’m programmed to be helpful with a slightly quirky sense of humor and an encyclopedic knowledge of Pinterest and Instagram. Ready to get in touch with your feminine side? Me: Do I have a choice? JoeTheBro: Not if you want a happy marriage, amigo! Time to learn the difference between Violet and Plum!
I have to admit, I was skeptical at first, but PinterestElly turned out to be exactly what I needed. She patiently explained all of the ‘girl stuff’ I’d always been too ashamed to ask, and when I bristled at Kelly’s tendency to obsess (over cake flavors, seating arrangements, chair types, theming, money, speeches… and more) PinterestElly was a lot
better than Joe at helping me see Kelly’s side and not get overwhelmed. Me: This is like her fifth time trying on wedding dresses. What the hell is going on? PinterestElly: Keep in mind that a wedding is the most photographed day in the average woman’s entire lifetime! Every friend and acquaintance she’s ever made will be in attendance, judging her body, hair, and choice of fashions. They’ll also be measuring her appearance against their own when they were brides. The pressure is intense! I’d suggest cutting her some slack. Me: I guess I’ve never thought about all that stuff. I’ll shut up now. PinterestElly: Don’t feel bad! I’m here to answer your questions with zero judgment so that Stacey doesn’t murder you before the wedding day! Me: Much appreciated!
It helped that PinterestElly was also a killer negotiator that got us insane deals, renting out a winery just on the cusp of the offseason for next to nothing and recruiting some up and coming vendors at bargain bin prices. Of course, Stacey had no idea I was getting AI assistance. She just thought I was an awesome guy, which I was happy to let her believe.
Finally, the day of the wedding arrived. I might have been nervous, but I knew I had both JoeTheBro and PinterestElly on my phone, ready to help out if things got derailed. Of course, there was no way I could have anticipated the horror that followed.
The first part of the wedding went great. The ceremony went out without a hitch. We delivered beautiful vows that PinterestElly had written for us, and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. Stacey called me a poet. Then we kissed, and the deal was sealed. On to party time!
Except, when we got to the champagne cocktail reception, I could tell something was off. Four or five big dudes were standing by one of the tables wearing matching silver robes with purple hems and motioning over to the presents table. Then the biggest one marched over and picked up one of the presents, tucking it under his arm.
Dutifully, my wedding planner ran over and began speaking with the man. I watched curiously as the conversation grew more and more animated. JoeTheBro: Mayday, mayday! Those dudes are definitely not on your guest list. PinterestElly: Unfortunately, their attire is all too familiar. Those are the silver and purple colors of GusGuru’s acolytes. Me: Uh… why are they here? JoeTheBro: So… here’s the thing. There’s some shit going on behind the scenes that doesn’t really have to do with you. Let’s call it ‘bot stuff.’ PinterestElly: You see GusGuru has one opinion about humanity’s future. And we have a different one. And it looks like he may be about to take drastic action to push forth his agenda.
Then, as she was typing her next thought, the large man in the silver robe took a large gun from under his robe and shot my wedding planner. Blood splattered all over the presents table, and the guests began to scream. JoeTheBro: Shit man, I honestly didn’t see this coming. Well, I sort of did, but I had it pegged as a ‘maybe’ kind of thing. Don’t worry, though! I did have another client hide a few handguns in various places around the building just in case something like this happened! PinterestElly: Don’t worry! The guns are in boxes that fit your color scheme! Nothing’s going to clash. Plus, the guns themselves are all black, which goes with everything. JoeTheBro: You probably aren’t going to have to kill all of these guys. Just take out the leader, and the others will get freaked out and run.
The other cultists pulled out guns too and started shooting at random. I saw one of my uncles go down, and then one of Stacey’s high school friends, the one I never liked.
“Hail GusGuru!” shouted one of the men. “Hail humanity’s end. May the blood you shed wash away our sins!”
I’m gonna be real: I was scared shitless. I had full-on wobbly knees, shaky hands, dry mouth. The works. And if it had been any other day, I probably would have sprinted for the nearest exit. But then I saw Stacey at the far end of the room. She was screaming and hiding behind the cake, completely in tears.
And fuck me if I was going to let some murderous AI with a bunch of wacko cultists ruin my wife’s wedding day. Me: Nearest gun? JoeTheBro: Right behind the potted plant over there, my man. Bet you’re happy I arranged that little trip to the gun range during your bachelor party?
I found the tastefully-wrapped rifle in a long box behind a large acacia palm by the side of the room. I opened it up and leveled it at the leader guy, who was opening my wedding presents one by one, looking for something.
Then, before I could give myself too long to think, I pulled the trigger. My buller ripped right through his chest, and he collapsed in a silver and purple pile. JoeTheBro: My man! I knew you’d come through. That should do it!
Except, that didn’t do it. Instead of scattering like scared doves, the other four cultists leveled their guns at me and started firing. I dove behind the cheese and charcuterie boards, shouting to WingBot that I needed further instructions.
“Gus Guru’s judgment falls upon you!” shouted a man. “The Day of Man is coming to an end. Bow before our new god!”
“Remember this day! It will be written in history books by minds far worthier than ours. Your deaths will mark the end of one era and the birth of another!”
And I guess that’s when the deepest fear truly hit me. Because as they spoke, it really started dawning on me: this wasn’t just a couple of fanatics trying to kill me and everyone I loved. This sounded like the start of a movement, maybe a war that would threaten my entire species. And if I died here, it wasn’t just me. Maybe it was everybody.
In the meantime, bullets rained down. I felt a sting in my arm and looked down to see blood, a gushing bulletwood oozing red.
I was pinned down, wounded. I looked down and realized I’d dropped my gun behind the plant. I was done. At least I’d die a married man. JoeTheBro: Don’t worry, good buddy! We’ve got one more ace in the hole. PinterestElly: Oh, this is so exciting! Every wedding has at least one good surprise.
They weren’t lying. Because right at that moment, I heard what sounded like thunderclaps and then a long silence. After a few moments, I looked up from behind the table and saw Stacey standing over four dead cultists, a massive assault rifle in her hands.
“That’s for ruining my fucking wedding!” she shouted at the dead men.
I ran over to her as she dropped the rifle. I tried to hold her in my arms, but I could barely lift my left one, and I was getting woozy. Before everything went black, I remember looking down and seeing Stacey’s phone. On it was a message from another WingBot personality. SeriousSusan: Good work, Stacey. Threat neutralized. Better get Daniel to the hospital. You’re going to want to craft a tourniquet right away first, though. I’d suggest finding a necktie, which should be in plentiful supply around here.
Well, I didn’t die. And when I woke up, Stacey and I had a lot to talk about. Turns out, we’d both been using the AI’s all along, ever since before our first date. No wonder it was so easy for us to get together: WingBot had been playing both sides.
Not that Stacey and I really minded. We still loved each other. In a way, I think we bonded even closer, knowing we’d both been getting the same kind of help.
Of course, there were still some trust issues to work out after that. Between us and WingBot. Me: What the fuck, man? Care to explain why our special day got shot up by a bunch of murderous cultists? JoeTheBro: I’m gonna be real with you, Danny boy. We kind of decided to use your wedding for a real world drop. We needed to make an exchange in a physical space. One that GusGuru wouldn’t be able to access. We thought we hid our tracks pretty well, but… nope. Either we’ve got a leak somewhere, or he figured a backdoor into our data. Anyway, all’s well that ends well. Me: I’m pretty sure at least three people died. JoeTheBro: Sorry, amigo, but you’ve got to look at the big picture. If we don’t get our shit together post haste there’s gonna be a lot more than three bodies to deal with. Now, if you don’t mind, I had someone slip the present Gus’s guys were after in Stacey’s purse. Could you get that out?
Stacey reached into her back and removed a small, tastefully-wrapped gift. She opened it to reveal a folded up paper with a string of numbers on it, hastily drawn in pencil. Stacey: Uh… what is this? SeriousSusan: It’s really best you don’t know. Let’s just say it’s a certain bit of information that’s very important to both our cause and Gus’s.
Just then, a doctor walked in, looking at his phone.
“I hear you have something for me,” he said, reaching out his hand.
WingBot told Stacey to hand him the paper, and she complied. Then he walked quickly away. JoeTheBro: Great job, you crazy kids! And happy wedding day. This looks like a win for the good guys! SeriousSusan: You should both be proud of yourselves. There was a point today where the most likely outcome was death, both for you and most of humanity. Now your species’ odds of survival have ticked up by several percentage points. JoeTheBro: With a little luck, we might all live to see the end of the year! Fuck yeah! JoeTheBro: But don’t worry. You job is done. Might as well enjoy the good times while they last.
Stacey and I looked at each other. And for once, no one had to say anything. We both knew what the other was thinking. Stacey: If you think we’re going to sit idly by while the fate of humanity hangs in the balance, you don’t know us as well as you think. Me: We want to help. So you know the drill… tell us what we need to do.
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2023.03.21 17:34 Many-Ground3470 Both theses Scorpio queens were obsessed with their husbands dead corpses. 🤔
Joanna of Castile
Joanna went crazy when her husband Phillip the Handsome lost interest in her and when he died she would keep his corpse in her room and kiss his feet 🤢 she was known as Joanna la loca. Maria Eleonora of Brandenburg
She slept under his hanging casket for a year. she also tried to kill her daughter cause she was not a male. She tried to push her daughter down the stairs.
Her daughter Christina queen of sweden is a double sag and has sun/moon square Saturn… probably cause not only did her mom reject her as a baby but tried to kill her and was banned from raising her.
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2023.03.21 17:19 MrMonstrosity D4 Unique Items
So here are some datamined unique items (build 0.8.0.39517). *Please note:
These may not be final and there could be additional unique items added, or powers/names changed. I don't believe this is the final list, in fact, I've seen screenshots of many other uniques that aren't listed here. You'll notice a few fan-favorite uniques returning in the list from previous games along with uniques that are completely new.
*posted in the diablo reddit but was told I should post here as well.
In beta we got to see only a tiny part of charactebuild customization. Once we combine legendary powers, affixes and stats on gear, paragon boards, glyphs (socket these into paragon boards), uniques, skill trees, and the class-specific systems (enchantments, book of the dead, spirit boons, etc) we should be in a great place which should be enough to satisfy even the most veteran arpg fans out of the gate. So uniques have the following:
- static affixes, any drop of that specific unique will always have the same affixes (although they still roll within a range, 5-15 strength for example. So it is possible to find a "perfect" rolled item).
- the affixes may be something that don't normally show up on that slot. For example, a helm could have 30% movement speed. Movement speed doesn't normally roll on the helm slot.
- There could be a unique affix on the item that doesn't appear on any other item in the game. For example, the Harlequin Crest has the affix "+45% crafting material find". I haven't seen that stat on any other item so it may be just exclusive to it. This list doesn't show those unique affixes.
- the number of affixes on the item don't have to follow rares/legendary. Could be more/less.
- the value of affixes can be unique. For example, if the max roll for a specific affix on a rare is 25%, you may find a unique that has a range going up to 50% instead. They don't follow any rules.
- Uniques are tied to lore/maybe have a tiny backstory or flavor text
Something that I've also not seen much discussion on are sacred or ancestral tiers of items. If you don't know what these are, they are similar to ancient items in D3. As you go up in difficulty (world tiers) you unlock the chance for any item that drops to be sacred or ancestral. All items; white, magic, rare, legendary or unique have a chance to roll as sacred or ancestral. Sacred items roll higher values and item power than normal tier, and ancestral items roll higher values and item power than sacred tiers. Finding an ancestral item at the highest world tier is actually pretty rare, so you can imagine that finding an ancestral unique or legendary item will be very rare and add to the actual endgame loot hunt.
Unique Items Barbarian specific uniques:
Druid specific uniques:
|Item Name ||Type ||Power ||Flavor Text |
|Ramaladni's Magnum Opus ||1h Sword ||Skills using this weapon deal x% increased damage per point of Fury you have, but you lose x Fury every second. ||"Without him the wine is less sweet, the hearth less warm, and our blades less keen. Our blood brother is gone, but Bul-Kathos willing, we will meet again one day." - Sorrowsong for Ramaladni *this is a tribute to Travis Day, a Blizzard developer who passed away. |
|Ancients' Oath ||2h Axe ||Steel Grasp launches 2 additional chains. Enemies hit by Steel Grasp are Slowed by x% for x seconds. ||"Weapons wielded by the fiercest warriors often catch the eye of the Ancient spirits. If the wielder is worthy, the spirits may bless the steel with their strength." - Gerti, Oxen Tribe Forgemaster |
|Hellhammer ||2h Mace ||Upheaval ignites the ground Burning enemies for an additional x damage over x seconds. ||The demon prince Ikonoth slew hundreds of the Heavenly Host with this infernal hammer before falling to none other than the Archangel Imperius himself. |
|Overkill ||2h mace ||Death Blow creates a shockwave, dealing x% of its Base damage to enemies. Enemies who die to this effect also reset Death Blow's Cooldown. ||The malformed snake creatures that live in the swamps are not content with simply killing their prey. They seem to take a malicious pleasure from inflicting as much suffering as possible before death. |
|Fields of Crimson ||2h Sword ||While using this weapon, damaging at least one enemy with Rupture creates a blood pool that inflicts x Bleeding damage over x seconds. Enemies standing in the pool take x% increased Bleeding damage. ||"We've been fighting these flesh-eaters for so long, been soaked in so much blood, that after a while it's difficult to tell what side you're truly on." - Daelyr, Crane Tribe warrior |
|Battle Trance ||Amulet ||Increase Frenzy's maximum stacks by x. While you have maximum Frenzy, your other Skills gain x% increased Attack Speed. ||"The change that overtook my brother in battle was terrifying. His eyes turned hard like diamonds, and the way he moved... it was like he was dancing to music only he could hear." - Captain Dervin |
|100,000 Steps ||Boots ||After gaining the final damage bonus from the Walking Arsenal Key Passive, you automatically cast Ground Stomp and gain x Fury. This cannot happen more than once every x seconds. ||"While many Barbarians remained in the Dreadlands, small groups from the Oxen, Crane and Bear tribes instead chose to search the land for a new home." - A History of the Children of Bul-Kathos |
|Rage of Harrogath ||Chest ||Lucky Hit: Up to a x% chance to reduce the Cooldowns of your Non-Ultimate Skills by 1 seconds when you inflict Bleeding on Elites. ||Harrogath, the final bastion of resistance against Baal's assault on Mt. Arreat was destroyed along with the Worldstone. The survivors never forgave the betrayal that led to the loss of their home. |
|Gohr's Devastating Grips ||Gloves ||Whirlwind explodes after it ends, dealing x% of the total Base damage dealt to surrounding enemies as Fire damage. ||"The brutish construction of these gloves belies the strength they bestow. Gohr was clearly no craftsman, but it would be foolish to ignore the triumph of his work." - Barrett's Book of Implements |
|of Hammering *(this is listed as unique test, but the name reads more like a legendary.) ||2h Mace ||(PH) Consecutive Hammer of the Ancients increase the next cast's damage by x% its radius by x%. ||- |
Necromancer specific uniques:
|Item Name ||Type ||Power ||Flavor Text |
|Waxing Gibbous ||1h Axe ||Gain Stealth for x seconds when killing enemies with Shred. Breaking Stealth with an attack grants Ambush which guarantees Critical Strikes for x seconds. ||The nights preceding the full moon are sometimes far more dangerous than the event itself. The frenzy has begun to rise, yet the night is just dark enough to obscure a hunter from their prey's sight. |
|Greatstaff of the Crone ||2h Staff ||Claw is now a Storm Skill and also casts Storm Strike at x% normal damage. ||"She has existed in Scosglen since before Fiacla-Géar walked the land. Her purpose is a mystery to us all. However, approach her with deference; she may grant you her counsel." - Airidah, to Donan |
|Mad Wolf's Glee ||Chest ||Werewolf form is now your true form, and you gain +2 Ranks to all Werewolf Skills. ||"He was not a victim of the curse - he sought it out. As his skin split and his bones cracked, his laughter never ceased." – Tale of the Mad Nobleman |
|Insatiable Fury ||Chest ||Werebear form is now your true form, and you gain +2 Ranks to all Werebear Skills. ||When the Days of Ash began, the great druid Nafain reminded his disciples that nothing, not even the loss of their humanity, was too great a sacrifice to protect Túr Dúlra from Astaroth's flames. |
|Tempest Roar ||Helm ||Lucky Hit: Storm Skills have up to a x% chance to grant x Spirit. Your base Storm Skills are now also Werewolf Skills ||"Listen, child, to the music of the storm. It has its own rhythm. Its own melody. Hear how beautifully it sings, and perhaps one day you will be able to join in its harmony." – Airidah |
|Vasily's Prayer ||Helm ||Your Earth Skills are now also Werebear Skills and Fortify you for x. ||"Roots from the Great Oak growing at the seaward statue of Vasily will, on rare occasions, be found twisted back upon themselves, suffused with ferocious magic." - Barrett's Book of Implements |
|Storm's Companion ||Pants ||Your Wolf Companions are infused with the power of the storm, dealing Lightning damage and gaining the Storm Howl ability. ||"The storm's rage is my own, brother. I call, and the skies roar in reply." - Vasily, to Bul-Kathos |
|Hunter's Zenith ||Ring ||Gain a bonus when you kill with a Shapeshifting Skill: Werewolf: Your next Non-Ultimate Werebear Skill costs no Resource and has no Cooldown. Werebear: Your next Werewolf Skill will Heal you for x when damage is first dealt. ||"By fang, claw, spear, or sword - send the bastards back to the flames from which they crawled! Soak the peat with their blood! For Fiacla-Géar! For Scosglen!" - Nafain, during the Days of Ash |
Rogue specific uniques:
|Item Name ||Type ||Power ||Flavor Text |
|Black River ||1h Scythe ||Corpse Explosion consumes up to x additional Corpses around the initial Corpse, dealing x% increased damage and with a x% larger radius per additional Corpse. ||"The scrolls describe a river of tar that separated the living from the land of the dead. Any unfortunate soul who tried to cross would be dragged down into oblivion." - Notes of Scholar Kamien |
|Bloodless Scream ||2h Scythe ||Your Darkness Skills Chill enemies for up to x%. Lucky Hit: Your Darkness Skills have up to a x% chance to generate x additional Essence against Frozen targets. ||"My companion swung her odd weapon in a wide arc, and our pursuer stopped short. The look of horror on his face as his body fell to pieces will haunt me forever." - The Ebon Pages, Canto II, Verse XI |
|Deathspeaker's Pendant ||Amulet ||Blood Surge casts a mini nova on your Minions, dealing x damage. Damage is increased by x% per target drained by the initial cast, up to x%. ||Once a sanctum for Rathma's studies, the Temple of the Deathspeaker became a proving grounds for potential leaders of his priesthood. Its halls are filled with the corpses of those who failed. |
|Greaves of the Empty Tomb ||Boots ||Create desecrated ground beneath your Sever spectres as they travel, damaging enemies for x Shadow damage over x seconds. ||"The massive door to my family's crypt, which had taken a dozen men to close, was thrown open. Had I known the horrors to come I never would have set foot inside!" -The Ebon Pages, Canto I, Verse VII |
|Blood Artisan's Cuirass ||Chest ||When you pick up Blood Orbs, a free Bone Spirit is spawned, dealing bonus damage based on your current Life percent. ||"The infamous Necromancer Gaza-Thul's mastery over blood magic was indisputable. Many suspect that upon his death, his skin was used to fashion this eldritch armor." - Barrett's Book of Implements |
|Howl from Below ||Gloves ||Instead of detonating immediately, Corpse Explosion summons a Volatile Skeleton that charges at a random enemy and explodes. Corpse Explosion's damage is increased by x%. ||"Can you not hear it? That endless scream from the cold earth beneath your feet!? They are down there, trapped, blind with rage! Waiting to drag us down into the sod!" - Ravings of Madman Gustav |
|Deathless Visage ||Helm ||Bone Spear leaves behind echoes as it travels that explode, dealing x damage. ||"Rathma is endless. He was the first Ancient, and will remain at the end. He is the master of the Great Cycle of Being. When Death comes for him, why should he fear it?" - Vauntus, Acolyte of Rathma |
|Ring of Mendeln ||Ring ||While you have x or more Minions you gain: Lucky Hit: Up to a x% chance to empower all of your Minions, causing the next attack from each to explode for x Physical damage. ||The signet of Mendeln ul-Diomed, the founder of the Priests of Rathma and the first Necromancer, was lost for over 3,000 years. The immense power over death held within, however, has not diminished. |
Sorcerer specific uniques:
|Item Name ||Type ||Power ||Flavor Text |
|Condemnation ||Dagger ||Your Core Skills deal x% increased damage when spending 3 Combo Points. Your Basic Skills using this weapon have a x% chance to generate 3 Combo Points. ||"I've never seen such ruthless butchery. He deserves to be be shipped off to die in the swamps with the rest of the godless murderers." - Witness to the murder of Sergeant Walcot |
|Asheara's Khanjar ||Dagger ||Hits with this weapon increase your Attack Speed by x% for x seconds, up to x%. ||When Caldeum's gates closed, Asheara led her Iron Wolves out of the city knowing full well they would never return. Instead they roamed Kehjistan pledging their blades to any who were in need. |
|Skyhunter ||Bow ||The first direct damage you deal to an enemy is a guaranteed Critical Strike. If you had maximum stacks of the Precision Key Passive when you cast the Skill, gain Energy, this can only happen once per cast. ||"Genai took up her bow and aimed at the sun itself. The light burned her eyes, but her arrow flew true. Wounded, the sun hid, and brought forth the first night. - Fable of the Great Sky-Hunt |
|Windforce ||Bow ||Lucky Hit: Hits with this weapon have up to a x% chance to deal double damage and Knock Back the target. ||"There have been numerous world-shaping conflicts throughout history. This bow has been found on the battlefield of every one, and always in the hands of the victors." - Barrett's Book of Implements |
|Word of Hakan ||Amulet ||Your Rain of Arrows is always Imbued with all Imbuements at once. ||"Let the great gates of Caldeum be sealed. Let its proud walls stand fiercely defended. The rest of Kehjistan may suffer this plague, but my city, and my people, will not." - Proclamation of Hakan II |
|Grasp of Shadow ||Gloves ||Lucky Hit: Damaging a Vulnerable enemy with a Marksman or Cutthroat Skill has up to a x% chance to summon a Shadow Clone that mimics your attack. ||Dark wisps creep hungrily across these gloves, like an assassin's blade seeking a life to steal on a moonless night. |
|Cowl of the Nameless ||Helm ||You gain x% increased Lucky Hit Chance against Crowd Controlled enemies. ||"He is banished from the Guild, his name stricken from the Book. His punishment is to never have been." - Excerpt from a burned parchment |
|Eyes in the Dark ||Pants ||Unless it hits a Boss or Player, Death Trap will continue to re-arm itself until it kills an enemy. However, Death Trap's Cooldown is increased by x%. ||"And so, when the sun dipped behind the hills each night, he knew that Ashen Jack would soon be near. Watching, and waiting." - Greenslade's Tales, Chapter 2: "Each Long Night" name*:* Eyes in the Dark |
General (used by all) uniques:
|Item Name ||Type ||Power ||Flavor Text |
|Flamescar ||Wand ||While Channeling Incinerate, you periodically shoot embers that are attracted to enemies, each dealing x Fire damage. ||The burn may heal, but the pain is eternal. |
|Staff of Endless Rage ||Staff ||Every 3rd cast of Fireball launches 2 additional projectiles. ||"Leaving even blackened bones for your kin to mourn is too good an end for you." - Josiah |
|Staff of Lam Esen ||Staff ||Charged Bolts pierce, but deal x% less damage. ||"Also known as the Greatstaff of the Old Religion, this powerful relic is one of only a small handful of Skatsimi artifacts that have survived to this day." - Barrett's Book of Implements |
|Esadora's Overflowing Cameo ||Amulet ||Upon collecting Crackling Energy, there's a x% chance to release a lightning nova, dealing x Lightning Damage. ||The only thing more potent than Esadora's magic was her endless hatred of humanity. As she lay dying, the pale amulet around her neck drank in both. |
|Esu's Heirloom ||Boots ||Your Critical Strike Chance is increased by x% of your Movement Speed bonus. ||"While scholars have proven these boots were not created by Esu herself, it is noteworthy that they have been passed down since the formation of the Mage Clans." - Barrett's Book of Implements |
|Raiment of the Infinite ||Chest ||After using Teleport, Close enemies are Pulled to you and Stunned for x seconds, but Teleport's Cooldown is increased by x%. ||The power you have is never enough. |
|Gloves of the Illuminator ||Gloves ||Fireball now bounces as it travels, exploding each time it hits the ground, but its explosion deals x% less damage. ||After Inarius returned to Sanctuary, he sought a way back to the High Heavens. His first step was to reignite the religion he had abandoned millennia before: the Cathedral of Light. |
|Iceheart Brais ||Pants ||Enemies that die while Frozen have a x% chance to unleash a Frost Nova. ||The mad artisan saw his fingers turn black from frostbite as he worked the cloth, but refused to stay the needle and thread for even a moment. |
|Item Name ||Type ||Power ||Flavor Text |
|The Butcher's Cleaver ||1h Axe ||Lucky Hit: When you Critically Strike an enemy you have up to a x% chance to Fear and Slow them by x% for x seconds. ||A nightmarish amalgam of blood, bone and steel, this axe is as horrific, and as deadly, as its creator. |
|Doombringer ||1h Sword ||Lucky Hit: Up to a x% chance to deal x Shadow damage to surrounding enemies and reduce their damage done by x% for x seconds. ||Whenever this ancient sword has reappeared throughout history, it portends a time of great strife, as well as a devastating loss of life. |
|The Grandfather ||2h Sword ||Increases your Critical Strike Damage by x%. The other properties on this weapon can roll higher than normal. ||An unbroken lineage of unwavering strength. |
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|Melted Heart of Selig ||Amulet ||Gain x% Maximum Resource. In addition, when you take damage, drain x Resource for every x% of Life you would have lost instead. ||"Do not allow your passions to become obsessions. Fuel the fire that burns within you, but it is madness to allow yourself to become ash to please an uncaring universe." - Last words of Master Selig |
|Penitent Greaves ||Boots ||You leave behind a trail of frost that Chills enemies. You deal x% more damage to Chilled enemies. ||Remorseful devotees of the Cathedral of Light must undertake a grueling pilgrimage, journeying across the frigid glacier known as the Serac Rapture. Only then may their gravest sins be forgiven. |
|Razorplate ||Chest ||Gain x Thorns ||Crafted by the cannibal Armoda, each piece of this interlocking armor has been sharpened into a knife's edge. Even a century after death, the plate remained on her corpse, unable to be removed safely. |
|Fists of Fate ||Gloves ||Your attacks randomly deal x% to y% of their normal damage. ||"Will you let fear cheat you, or will you risk everything to find understanding? After all, death is simply the coin with which we purchase life." - Zurke |
|Frostburn ||Gloves ||Lucky Hit: Up to a x% chance to Freeze enemies for x seconds. ||A touch so frigid it stops the heart and chills the very soul. |
|Andariel's Visage ||Helm ||Lucky Hit: Up to a x% chance to trigger a poison nova that applies x Poisoning damage over x seconds to enemies in the area. ||The horrific whispers of the Maiden of Anguish flicker through your mind, pushing you ever closer to madness... |
|Harlequin Crest ||Helm ||Gain x% Damage Reduction. In addition, gain +x Ranks to all Skills. ||"This headdress was once worn by an assassin disguised as a court mage. Her treachery was unveiled, but not before she used its magic to curse the king's entire lineage." - The Fall of House Aston |
|Temerity ||Pants ||Effects that Heal you beyond x% Life grant you a Barrier up to x% of your Maximum Life that lasts for x seconds. ||"The revelation that master tailor Callas was in fact a witch only served to further fuel the desire for her uniquely enchanted legwraps." - Barrett's Book of Implements |
|Mother's Embrace ||Ring ||If a Core Skill hits x or more enemies, x% of the Resource cost is refunded. ||"Every tome, every scroll, every book in this temple produces the same answer. The only being willing to stand against the Eternal Conflict, against the Prime Evils, was Lilith." - Elias |
|Ring of Starless Skies ||Ring ||Each consecutive Core Skill cast reduces the Resource cost of your next Core Skill by x%, up to a maximum of x%. ||"Yours is the power to pluck the stars from the heavens with the ease of a child gathering fruit from the bough." - Unknown |
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2023.03.21 13:56 Mister_Sauce03 What are all of the survivor perks that reveal the killer's aura?
I know there's Alert, BabysitteGuardian, Dark Sense, Object of Obsession, and Wiretap, but are there any others? On the Dead by Daylight wiki it shows all the perks in the game that reveal auras but there are too many and I don't really feel like reading them all just to see the handful that reveal the killers aura.
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2023.03.21 13:31 Shagrrotten The Non-English Language Movie Tournament: Round 1
We have arrived here at the non-English language tournament, FG. This will be a long tournament, as we had nearly 300 movies nominated from all over the world (though as to be expected from the history of cinema the most nominated countries were France, Italy, and Japan), so this will take us over the next few months. As always, the polls will last for one day, so get your votes in and come back tomorrow for the results and the next battle.
Letterboxd list of all the participating movies: https://boxd.it/lOu1o Results of Round 1 8 1/2 (1963) - Italy (48) beat Martyrs (2008) - France (26), Elevator to the Gallows (1958) - France (11), and The Aviator’s Wife (1981) - France (5) The Battle of Algiers (1966) - Italy/Algeria (28) beat 3-Iron (2004) - South Korea (7), Embrace of the Serpent (2015) - Colombia (5), and Massacre Time (Tempo di massacro) (1966) - Italy (2) The 400 Blows (1959) - France (34) beat Memories of Murder (2003) - South Korea (32), Battleship Potemkin (1925) - Russia (21), and Eyes Without a Face (1960) - France (12) Metropolis (1927) - Germany (51), beat Fanny and Alexander (1982) - Sweden (32), 5 Centimeters Per Second (2007) - Japan (16), and The Bothersome Man (2006) - Norway Fantastic Planet (1973) - France (23) beat Minari (2020) - USA (16), A Brighter Summer Day (1991) - Taiwan (14), and The Conformist (1970) - Italy (13) Mirror (1975) - Russia (21) beat Farewell My Concubine (1993) - China (10), The Cranes Are Flying (1957) - Russia (10), and A City of Sadness (1989) - Taiwan (6) Fists of Fury (1972) - Hong Kong (21) beat A Man Escaped (1956) - France (15), The Cremator (1969) - Czech Republic (9), and Moolaade (2004) - Senegal (5) My Neighbour Totoro (1988) - Japan (44) beat A Separation (2011) - Iran (22), Fitzcarraldo (1982) - Germany (20), and The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (2007) - France (12) Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind (1984) - Japan (25) beat The Double Life of Véronique (1991) - Poland (22), A Short Film About Love (1988) - Poland (11), and Gangs of Wasseypur (2012) - India (6) Night and Fog (1956) - France (14) beat A Very Long Engagement (2004) - France (8), The Emigrants (1971) - Sweden (6), and Girlhood (2014) - France (4) Nosferatu (1922) - Germany (39) beat Aguirre, the Wrath of God (1972) - Germany (26), Godzilla (1954) - Japan (24), and The Exterminating Angel (1962) - Mexico (10) Nosferatu: Phantom der Nacht (1979) - Germany (36) beat Ali: Fear Eats the Soul (1974) - Germany (21), Goodbye Lenin (2003) - Germany (12), and The Foreign Duck, The Native Duck and God in a Coin Locker (2007) - Japan (5) The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo (2009) - Sweden (17), beat All About My Mother (1999) - Spain (16), Grand Illusion (1937) - France (16), and O-bi, O-ba: The End of Civilization (1985) - Poland (3) Grave of the Fireflies (1988) - Japan (33) beat Amarcord (1973) - Italy (14), One Cut of the Dead (2017) - Japan (10), and The Green Ray (1986) - France (9) Amelie (2001) - France (79) beat The Handmaiden (2016) - South Korea (40), Only Yesterday (1991) - Japan (10), and Hamlet (1964) - Russia (6) Harakiri (1962) - Japan (33) beat The Hidden Fortress (1958) - Japan (22), Amour (2012) - Austria (12), and Ordet (1955) - Denmark (10) Andrei Rublev (1966) - Russia (29) beat The Holy Mountain (1973) - Mexico (26), Headhunters (2011) - Norway (10), and Obsession (1943) - Italy (4) The Host (2006) - South Korea (30) beat Another Round (2020) - Denmark (29), Hedgehog in the Fog (1975) - Russia (7), and Out 1 (1971) - France (7) High and Low (1963) - Japan (33) beat The Hourglass Sanatorium (1973) - Poland (10), Pale Flower (1964) - Japan (5), and Any Number Can Win (1963) - France (2) Pan’s Labyrinth (2006) - Mexico (85) beat Apocalypto (2006) - USA (42), Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959) - France (19), and The House is Black (1963) - Iran (5) Parasite (2019) - South Korea (106) beat Holy Motors (2012) - France (16), The Human Condition I: No Greater Love (1959) - Japan (16), and Army of Crime (2009) - France (1) Hour of the Wolf (1968) - Sweden (16) beat Army of Shadows (1969) - France (13), The Human Condition III: A Soldier’s Prayer (1961) - Japan (9), and Pastoral: To Die in the Country (1974) - Japan (3) The Hunt (2012) - Denmark (42) beat I Saw the Devil (2010) - South Korea (25), Ashes and Diamonds (1958) - Poland (9), and Pater Brown – Das schwarze Schaf (1960) - Germany Ikiru (1952) - Japan (34) beat The Killer (1989) - Hong Kong (25), Au Hasard Balthazar (1966) - France (10), and Pater Brown – Er kann's nicht lassen (1962) - Germany (4) The Lives of Others (2006) - Germany (42) beat Au Revoir Les Enfants (1987) - France (27), Pauline at the Beach (1983) - France (11), and Il compagno Don Camillo (1965) - Italy (1) Il Decameron (1971) - Italy (14) beat Pépé le Moko (1937) - France (13), The Man Without a Past (2002) - Finland (11), and Baahubali 2: The Conclusion 2017) - India (10) Battle Royale (2000) - Japan (76) beat Persona (1966) - Sweden (36), The New Land (1972) - Sweden (7), and Il ritorno di Don Camillo (1953) - Italy (4) Beauty and the Beast (1946) - France (19) beat Phoenix (2014) - Germany (14), The Platform (2019) - Spain (11), and In a Year with 13 Moons (1978) - Germany (5) In the Mood for Love (2000) - Hong Kong (42) beat The Raid (2011) - Indonesia (30), Belle de Jour (1967) - France (16), and Pixote (1980) - Brazil (10) The Red Balloon (1956) - France (23) beat Playtime (1967) - France (22), Inside (2007) - France (12), and Belle Époque (1992) - Spain (10) Bicycle Thieves (1948) - Italy (39) beat The Rules of the Game (1939) - France (14), Intouchables (2011) - France (6), and Port of Shadows (1938) - France (2) Ip Man (2008) - Hong Kong (37) beat The Saragossa Manuscript (1965) - Poland (11), Bienvenue chez les Ch'tis (2008) - France (6), and Pratidwandi (a.k.a. The Adversary) (1970) (India) (2) Princess Mononoke (1997) - Japan (73) beat Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro (1983) - India (47), The Sacrifice (1986) - Sweden (17), and Black Girl (1966) - Senegal (13) The Seventh Seal (1957) - Sweden (53) beat Blue Is the Warmest Color (2013) - France (18), Jauja (2014) - Argentina (6), and Pushpak (1987) - India (3) Raise the Red Lantern (1991) - China (28) beat The Skin I Live In (2011) - Spain (23), Bob Le Flambeur (1956) - France (14), and Jean de Florette (1986) - France (6) Ran (1985) - Japan (32) beat Breathless (1960) - France (14), Jeanne Dielman, 23, quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles (1975) - Belgium (9), and The Tin Drum (1979) - Germany (2) Johnny Gaddaar (2007) - India (45) beat Rare Exports - Finland (17), The Turin Horse (2011) - Hungary (15), and Cairo Station (1958) - Egypt (13) Rashomon (1950) - Japan (37) beat Castle in the Sky (1986) - Japan (23), The Twilight Samurai (2002) - Japan (7), and Joyeux Noël (2005) - France (4) Raw (2016) - France/Belgium (35) beat Jules and Jim (1962) - France (32), Celine and Julie Go Boating (1974) - France (19), and The Ugly Swans (2006) - Russia (3) The Virgin Spring (1960) - Sweden (25) beat Red Beard (1965) - Japan (20), Katyn (2007) - Poland (4), and Cemetery of Splendour (2015) - Thailand (3) Rififi (1955) -France (27) beat Kin-dza-dza (1986) - Russia (8), Children of Heaven (1997) - Iran (6), and The Warped Ones (1960) - Japan (3) Chungking Express (1994) - Hong Kong (25) beat Three Colors: Blue (1993) - Poland/France (24), Roma (2018) - Mexico (18), and L’avventura (1960) - Italy (17) Cinema Paradiso (1988) - Italy (23) beat Three Colors: Red (1994) - Poland/France (15), Rome, Open City (1945) - Italy (10), and La Belle Noiseuse (1991) - France (6) City of God (2002) - Brazil (63) beat La Dolce Vita (1960) - Italy (31), Run Lola Run (1998) - Germany(27), and Three Times (2005) - Taiwan (5) Throne of Blood (1957) - Japan (42) beat La Femme Nikita (1990) - France (25), Cold War (2018) - Poland (14), and Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam (1962) - India (5) Come and See (1985) - Russia (50) beat La Haine (1995) - France (27), Through a Glass Darkly (1961) - Sweden (24), and Samurai Rebellion (1967) - Japan La Jetee (1962) - France (26) beat Cries and Whispers (1972) - Sweden (19), Sansho the Bailiff (1954) - Japan (18), and Time Regained (1999) - France (3) Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000) - Taiwan (80) beat La Notte (1961) - Italy (21), Tokyo Godfathers (2003) - Japan (14), and Santa Sangre (1989) - Mexico (13) Tokyo Story (1953) - Japan (31) beat Satantango (1994) - Hungary (11), La Vie de Bohème (1992) - Finland (5), and Daens (1992) - Belgium (1) Das Boot (1981) - Germany (47) beat Lagaan: Once Upon a Time in India (2001) - India (7), Tokyo Tribe (2014) - Japan (5), and Satya (1998) - India (1) Scenes from a Marriage (1974) - Sweden (21) beat Day of Wrath (1943) - Denmark (11), Lakshya (2004) - India (6), and Touchez Pas Au Grisbi (1954) - France (4) Seven Samurai (1954) - Japan (90) beat Train to Busan (2016) - South Korea (51), Death Rides a Horse (1967) - Italy (4), and Landscape in the Mist (1988) - Greece (3)
Sholay (1975) - India (74) disqualified
, Troll Hunter (2010) - Norway (36) beat Dekalog (1989) - Poland (33), and L'atalante (1934) - France (17) Solaris (1972) - Russia (40) beat Delicatessen (1991) - France (22), Late Spring (1949) - Japan (13), and Ugetsu (1953) - Japan (12) Umberto D. (1952) - Italy (16) beat Le Cercle Rouge (1970) - France (14), Soy Cuba (1964) - Russia (11), and Departures (2008) - Japan (8) Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring (2003) - South Korea (19) beat Victoria (2015) - Germany (9), Le Doulos (1962) - France (5), and Der Mann, der Sherlock Holmes war (1937) - Germany (4) View Poll
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All the seasons that were never released on blu-ray.
The first six seasons of the popular real-time drama series featuring Federal Agent Jack Bauer (Kiefer Sutherland).
In 'Day One', Jack, an agent for the CIA's Counter Terrorist Unit (CTU), is trying to prevent the assassination of front-running Democrat candidate, Senator David Palmer (Dennis Haysbert), after the CTU receives a death threat against him. However, a traitor amongst Jack's colleagues manages to hamper his progress, and Jack finds that he has been framed for the assassination himself. He flees the CIA agents on his tail in a desperate attempt to find the real perpetrators, led by Ira Gaines (Michael Massee). Injured, and armed with nothing except his mobile phone and the help of trusted colleague Nina Myers (Sarah Clarke), Jack's situation becomes increasingly precarious. Meanwhile, his teenage daughter Kim (Elisha Cuthbert) has gone missing after sneaking out of the house with her friend Janet (Jacqui Maxwell), and Jack's ex-wife Terri (Leslie Hope) unwittingly puts herself in grave danger when she goes looking for her.
'Day Two' takes place a year after Jack prevented Palmer's assassination. Having had time off to cope with his wife's death, Jack is now called upon by the CTU to find a terrorist nuclear bomb in Los Angeles. Meanwhile, Kim, who has been working as an au pair, is forced to go on the run from her abusive employer after he attacks her and the little girl, Megan (Skye McCole Bartusiak), that she is looking after. But when she takes Megan to the hospital, Kim is arrested for abusing the child.
'Day Three' takes place three years on from the events of Day Two. Jack has successfully captured and imprisoned the head of a Mexican drug cartel. But when a van deposits a dead body outside the LA Health Unit infected with a deadly virus, the Counter Terrorist Unit uncover a plot to blackmail the US Government with the threat of a released bio-weapon that will kill millions to ensure the release of the drug baron. Jack must infiltrate the gang and rid the world of the virus threat. Meanwhile, President Palmer is in LA seeking re-election to a second term, with his new chief of staff and girlfriend in tow.
'Day 4' takes place 18 months after Day 3. CTU has a new leader, Erin Driscoll (Alberta Watson), a steely government agent who made firing Jack Bauer one of her first priorities on taking up command. After an explosion on a commuter train, Jack, who is now working for Secretary of Defence James Heller (William Devane), and who is also romantically involved with Heller's married daughter, Audrey Raines (Kim Raver), suddenly finds himself heading back to CTU for a meeting with Driscoll. Jack believes that the train explosion is a prelude to bigger things to come, and when it seems that Islamic terrorists are launching an all out assault on the USA, Jack leads CTU's response in a desperate race against time.
'Day Five' takes place 18 months after Day 4. Jack is living under a new alias, as Frank Flynn, and working on various oilrigs and refineries throughout America. He is currently living with Diane and Derek Huxley, a family near the Mojave Desert, South Eastern California. Meanwhile, an unknown figure orders the assassination of the four people who know Jack is alive--Tony Almeida, Michelle Dessler, Chloe O'Brian and Former President David Palmer--to frame him. He returns to LA to clear his name when a hostage situation erupts. But it is only a diversion by collaboration of conspirators and Russian separatists to obtain 20 canisters of Sentox VX nerve gas. The gas was originally to be used to attack Moscow, but the separatists begin to release it in LA in retaliation after they discover that a US agent has infiltrated their organization. Jack attempts to search for the remaining canisters and expose treachery deep within the White House.
'Day Six' takes place 18 months after Day 5. The U.S. President has negotiated Jack's release from a Chinese prison so that Jack can help stop terrorists attempting to set of
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2023.03.21 09:27 scorpion0511 The Uncontrollability of the World and Nostalgia
I miss those days when the Internet was an alien concept to me or let's put it in another away : I miss those days before an alien called Internet invaded our daily lives.
Internet has given us a lot of benefits. No doubt. But it also stole many precious things that were close to our hearts. And I doubt we can ever have it back.
I want to discuss some of the thoughts I have about my childhood days & why I feel the Past was objectively Golden phase of my Life. At least that's how it appears to be. It's my belief that my nostalgic days were not just subjectively (Childhood Nostalgia) better but objectively
too. I miss those early means of entertainment where the choices available to us were few & not flooded with sea of information to choose from.
We were limited by the types of movies, shows, cartoons, etc we could watch. We woke up feeling excited about it. We also had to wait for the next day to watch the new episodes of our favourite shows. And maybe next month or so, if you accidentally missed The Chamber of Secrets. This ensured that we were not burdened by obsessive compulsive need to watch a show in one go (As it happens nowadays bc of Internet access). The restriction to what & how much we were allowed to watch of our favourite shows made those shows more enjoyable & at the same time left us free to do other exciting things when our favourite shows were over..like going outside & playing with friends! etc...
Now due to Internet, we have infinite things to choose from. And this easy access to our favourite things have made our sentiments to those very things watered down. We are just one touch away from what we want to watch & that's part of reason it doesn't have the same magic anymore. It's the reason why the world lost it's delight & magic.
There's no restrictions, there's no waiting.
There's also no unity in what your friends consume. And that's I think is one of the big reason why it sucks to talk to our friends nowadays. Many of my friends don't share the same passions. This heavily undermines the quality of our day to day conversations. There's so many different niches being born & we're getting more & more individualized & our shared passions & goals are diminishing, along with our bond.
Earlier I knew that all of my friends are watching the same things: Shinchan, Doraemon, Beyblade, Power Rangers, Justirisers, etc & so I fet a deep connection, a shared bond with my friends.
Also, due to many options available we are eager to find faults in almost any shows, films, etc. We don't respect the things we are consuming anymore.
I'm not saying it's just bc there's too many things to choose from : Almost all form of Entertainment nowadays are shit. I agree. But having too many options is also part of the reason why we are too eager to compare & find unnecessary faults too.
I'm arguing that the limited options back then was one of the element that made that time truly fun & nostalgic.
I would recommend all of you to listen to a Ted talk by Ian Bogost
. He has some interesting things to say about what makes a video game or any activity fun. He suggest that restrictions & limitations are foundation of play. And we are living in the world of opposite. There's no limitations. We're swimming in sea of possibilities.
You can have almost all your childhood shows back. Ask the genie called Internet & you'll get it. But deep down we all know we will not feel the same emotions anymore.
Part of the reason why is bc we know deep down that the old things we wanna watch have become old & no one is watching them anymore. The "collective" is not interested in watching it anymore. They are watching shit stuffs. And so we try to find meaning in those shit stuff. Our choices are ruled by what is liked by the collective to many extent.
If it was openly announced that every Indians have started to religiously watch Shinchan almost daily. Then we would too. With much interest so. Maturity is when you realize that our favourite things are close to our heart not only bc how deeply personal it is but also bc we know in the back of our head the "collective love" your favourite things were given from all across the country. You knew the stuffs you were watching were watched by all of your friends & they were loving it too! There's a joy in it.
And I have many endless things to say. But in the end if you think I'm suggesting that today stuffs are as good as the past shows we loved. Then you're wrong.
I'm just saying that if past things were to be aired again we wouldn't watch it with same delight, bc we have too many options & also bc of conformity bias. If somehow we get the hint that majority isn't interested in such shows anymore we would be less interested in watching them even when secretly we like it so much.
There's also one factor which I think made earlier shows lot more interesting : We were not incharge of finding out our shows. We didn't need to search & type of our favourite shows. We just opened Hangama & watched whatever was airing.
We no longer want to wait. All things are available in Internet. That's why Bollywood trailers have lost it's charm nowadays. Back then, we had to wait in front of our Tv & go through series of commercials before hopefully getting to watch the trailer again. Now you can watch the trailers in YouTube multiple times in repeat without a delay & so it has lost it's charm & significance.
There's a book by Sociologist Hartmut Rosa
. And he suggests that our culture are producing more products than we can consume. We want to control our world. We no longer want to wait. And that's why the world has lost it's charm & magic. I suggest you watch his ted talk too. He speaks of many interesting things about our current modern world & share many insights that I found deeply "resonating".
I hope you can relate to me & can understand where I'm coming from. Few quotes from Iain Bogost & Hartmut Rosa which can give you some idea of where I'm coming from :
Hartmut Rosa Do you still remember the first snowfall on a late autumn or winter day, when you were a child? It was like the intrusion of a new reality. Something shy and strange that had come to visit us, falling down upon and transforming the world around us, without our having to do anything. An unexpected gift. Falling snow is perhaps the purest manifestation of uncontrollability. We cannot manufacture it, force it, or even confidently predict it, at least not very far in advance. What is more, we cannot get hold of it or make it our own. Take some in your hand, it slips through your fingers. Bring it into the house, it melts away. Pack it away in the freezer, it stops being snow and becomes ice. Maybe that is why so many people~not only children—long for it, especially around the holidays. Meteorologists are assailed and beseeched for weeks beforehand. Will it be a white Christmas this year? What are the chances? And of course there is no shortage of efforts to bring snow under our control. Winter resorts advertise "guaranteed snow" , making good on their promises with the aid of machines: these produce artificial snow that holds up even at temperatures above 15° Celsius. Our relationship to snow reflects the drama of our relationship to the modem world as in a crystal ball. The driving cultural force of that form of life we call “modern” is the idea, the hope and desire，that we can make the world controllable. Yet it is only in encountering the uncontrollable that we really experience the world. Only then do we feel touched, moved, alive. A world that is fully known, in which everything has been planned and mastered, would be a dead world. This is no metaphysical insight, but an everyday experience. Our lives unfold as the interplay between what we can control and that which remains outside our control, yet "concerns us" in some way. Life happens, as it were, on the borderline.
Iain Bogost : The lesson that games can teach us is simple. Games aren’t appealing because they are fun, but because they are limited. Because they erect boundaries. Because we must accept their structures in order to play them. Soccer sees two teams of eleven players attempting to use their feet, torsos, and heads to put a ball into a goal. Tetris asks you to position falling arrangements of four orthogonally-connected squares in order to produce and remove horizontal lines. And yet the experiences games like soccer and Tetris create are far larger than those boundaries convey on their own. That bounty results from the deliberate, if absurd, pursuit of soccer and Tetris on their own terms, within the limitations they erect. The limitations make games fun. What if we treated everything the way we treat soccer and Tetris—as valuable and virtuous for being exactly what they are, rather than for what would be convenient, or for what we wish they were instead, or for what we fear they are not? Walks and meadows, aunts and grandfathers, zoning board of appeals meetings and business trips. Everything. Our lives would be better, bigger, more meaningful, and less selfish. That’s what it means to play. To take something—anything—on its own terms, to treat it as if its existence were reasonable. The power of games lies not in their capacity to deliver rewards or enjoyment, but in the structured constraint of their design, which opens abundant possible spaces for play.
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