Challenge #02668-G111: A Study in Humour
Jokes can sometimes lead into a battle of wits. While normal jokes can be represented as a straight kick or punch, puns act as the roundhouse or the hooks or uppercuts. All can be block if they known or prepare. But there’s one genre of joke many dub as “distasteful”. Dark humour, a sucker punch, illegal moves to some. It is not the jokes themselves are funny it’s is the reactions of those in the receiving end which make the jokester burst with laughter. To some dark humour is like food, some don’t get it. – Anon Guest
Laughter is universal. Comedy is not. – A reminder on the Galactic Traveller’s Essential Information FAQ.
There’s a reason why slapstick is reserved for trained professionals. The root of this is in how vastly different varying cultures’ ideas of physical comedy are. Slap a person with a fish, and an Englishman laughs. Collapse the bed under the amorous couple, and a Frenchman laughs. Blow up the outhouse, and an Australian laughs. That’s just the Terrans.
Physical comedy has to be aimed.
Verbal comedy has its ups and downs, as some species are more literal than others, and a well-thought-out set-up joke requires way too much preparation to pull off in a pack-bonding situation. This leaves pranks, which are not appreciated in pack-bonding situations. By the time pranks become appropriate, the pack-bonding is mostly done.
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these idiot s fell right into my trap. the menu tonight is rich ppl soup
(Source: speedlimit15, via sigmabunny)
Challenge #00997-B266: Time to Clean the Tank
@primarybufferpanel, @shadowmaat: Here you go.
I’ve tried three times to @ mention primarybufferpanel… I deleted the other two because they failed :P Please let hir know that they now have a story.
Cause we’re good and evil never beats us
We’ll win the fight and then go out for shawarmaOh my god.
internutter… here you go. just… look at this.
(via chaoswolf1982)
Since I might be away for some time, I figured I might throw in not only a small 3 episode miniseries but the revised edition I did later on. So you’re also getting a sneaky peek at a style I adopted later on.
We go from photographs mixed in with graphite & ink drawings to actual CGI (kinda) models I built from the ground up. If you hadn’t guessed I’m more comfortable with hands-on tactile arts, even in a virtual world.
InterNutter answers an Ask: Luckers
This came to me via email:
Wanda the Unfortunate and ‘The Drongo’, are both luckers. Wanda is clumsy, the Drongo gets 'Wonderful Ideas!“ Both have the ability to fall into the Septic Tank and come up with valuables plastered over themselves. So, are they just two degrees of luckers? Wanda has two doses of clumsy, the Drongo seems to be immune to clumsy but not safe to be near. And what happens on places like Amalgam where population density ensures that luckers are bound to meet, are the very, very, careful lest they implode or is there some kind of anti-lucker person, thing or device to restrain them. One shudders to think of the Drongo Family Reunion get together. Muse Food? Mum.
Civilization as we know it has been trying to unriddle the Luck Gene ever since it’s discovery by the Vardians some three hundred years ago, subjective. [Relative time: plus five hundred years, minus eight hundred. One-way wormholes make for some interesting historical notation]
Possession of the Luck Gene is no guarantee of anything other than amazing synchronicity between 'good’ fortune and 'bad’ fortune. In the case of Wanda the Unfortunate, it manifested as personal bad luck resulting in good luck for everyone around her. For The Drongo [If you don’t know who The Drongo is, please purchase your copy of R.T.F.M and enjoy the mayhem] it’s a severe lack of thinking things through that results in long-term fortunes for his parent company. Gregor Elfhand possessed personal body-blindness and a lack of spatial awareness that resulted in a change in the path of history at a cost to his physical wholeness.
Being a Lucker is being on a sliding scale associated closely with the Catastrophe Curve. Sometimes the 'bad luck’ splash zone is a solar system wide. Other times, it’s intensely personal. And it can be anywhere in-between. The same with the 'good luck’ splash zone.
As you can imagine, the worst kind of Lucker is the ones who have a solar system sized 'bad luck’ zone and an intensely personal 'good luck’ zone. These unfortunate individuals are called 'Jacks’ after the phrase, "Oh, you’re all right, Jack.” And are often painted as being selfish and self-centred as a result.
There is a Lucker registry and free Lucker testing for anyone who shows the signs of being one.
For the record, Hwell Barrow has been tested numerous times and cleared of all suspicion in each case.
Luckers of the wide splash zone kind generally wear a four-leaf-clover pin as a warning to others.
All attempts to breed for certain kinds of Luckers, and to engineer them, have failed. Mostly because two Luckers in the same room is generally a very, very bad idea.
The last deep-time colony to try a deliberate program to make a planet full of Luckers -New Fortune- vanished without a trace. It actually vanished. The star no longer exists, the planets are not there any more, and there’s no evidence that they ever did.
This may be proof that the Universe doesn’t believe in too much luck.
Challenge #00586 - A221: One Damp Afternoon on Tour
“Shock and awe can be dangerous and deadly, therefore the management has overturned your booking of the concert hall for a- what was it again?”
“A magic show.”
“Look,” sighed The Great Amaze-o. “We’re a comedy act. We show how everything is done and half the time we pretend to flakk it up. It’s funny.”
The Nephroton on the other side of the counter glared at them with her segmented eyes. “You are aware that our species is still limiting its contact with deathworlders, are you not?”
The Great Amaze-o made a show of carefully withdrawing some hardcopy documents from a very visible pouch in his cape. “We’ve had our act cleared for all known cogniscent species. And my crew will set up warning barriers. In three dimensions.”
“The expand-a-ball cage again?” whined Kev. “Why can’t we just set up a bug zapper?”
The Great Amaze-o grinned a very wise rictus and said without moving his mouth, “Excuse me while I strangle my associate for his very inappropriate sense of humour. That was very out of line and Kev should learn when to SHUT HIS ENORMOUS GOB.” The last four words were delivered with invective to Kev.
“I’m sorry, sir. You are still too dangerous to entertain in this sector.”
“Go to Insectia,” The Great Amaze-o mocked in falsetto. “They’ve never seen us there. It’ll be such fun…” Sigh. “There’s a reason why we call you Dense Kevin.”
“Why’s that, then?”
“Please leave before you disturb anyone?” begged the Nephroton.
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