Normalmente sou completamente apático com reboots de Homem Aranha, mas o Ender Wiggin daria um bom Spiderman como o dos quadrinhos clássicos, que também era um frangote.
Singularitários caindo na real. O cara até leu "The Collapse of Complex Societies", que é um dos livros de Fim do Mundo 101 do /r/collapse. =)
Mais um resultado de pesquisa arqueológica desse Redditor, o dr_hermes, na ficção científica escalafobética do começo do Século 20. O Cometa Halley na verdade é um planeta com atmosfera respirável, mas eletrificada, povoado por humanóides que vivem diretamente dessa fonte de energia e são imortais.
Será que o cara que escreveu "Força Sinistra" se inspirou nessa historinha? =)
THE COMET KINGS (Captain Future) Reviewed
You may have been informed that comets are just minor planetary bodies of rock and ice, and that solar radiation blows away dust and vapor to give them that distinctive tail. That's what they WANT you to think. The truth is, that "coma' around the object is actually a potent electrical charge that would destroy any matter touching it. Not only that, but (on Halley's Comet at least) the rocky body within the coma has breathable atmosphere and is inhabited by once-normal humans who have been modified into glowing beings which draw their lifeforce directly from the comet's electric charge. And even more, behind this strange transformation are shadowy fourth-dimensional creatures from beyond our cosmos who are up to No Good.
But it's not use writing to the International Astronomer's Union to inform them about this amazing news. They are too busy wrestling about on the floor and haggling over the definitions of "planet" and what to make of poor Pluto. No, for the real facts, you must go to the Summer 1942 issue of the pulp CAPTAIN FUTURE and study the revelatory novel THE COMET KINGS by Edmond Hamilton.
Sometimes I wistfully look back at that gorgeous carnival of a Solar System that the pulps gave us. Every planet was inhabited by variations of Earthfolk; Venus was a steamy jungle, Neptune a waterworld and Mars dotted with ruined cities of ancient civilizations. Of course, it's fascinating to see the photos taken by various probes and modern telescopes and I enjoy learning what we've discovered these days through much hard work and reasoning. But in a small corner of my heart, the colorful planets where John Carter and Northwest Smith and Space Ranger had their adventures, romances and tragedies will always remain untouched.
Anyway, THE COMET KINGS is classic Space Opera, rushing right along from one bad crisis to a worse one. The characters are vivid but sketchy; it would only be years later in the final seven short stories that Hamilton would try to explore them a bit more deeply. That's fine for a fast-moving romp like this, where a chapter spent in moody introspectionwould just slow the rollercoaster car.
We start as spaceships are mysteriously disappearing. More than twenty of them have vanished just beyond Jupiter, leaving no wreckage. Bulky meteor-sweeping ships sent out to clear the space-lanes never come back, either, and the Planet Patrol investigators sail out to get someanswers, never to be heard from again. Among the agents missing are crusty old Ezra Gurney and Joan Randall. ("It may look queer, sending a girl," the Patrol commander admits, but she's darn good at her job.) Although he was naturally going to look into this anyway, the disappearance of his little heartthrob sends Curt Newton and his traveling menagerie rushing from their lonely headquarters on the Moon.
By the way, in a reality where even distant Pluto has been colonized,doesn't it seem odd that the Moon has no one living on it but Cap and his crew? I mean, it's right there next door to the Earth and you'd think it would be well developed by the time people are strolling around Jupiter or Neptune. Maybe there's an untold story there. For all I know, Captain Future has booby-trapped the Moon so no one else can land there.
Cap gathers his team of hulking metal robot, rubbery android and brain-in-a-tank into his spaceship and they roar off to see what's going on. Halley's Comet is by Jupiter at this point and the Futuremen find their craft yanked down to its surface by a powerful magnetic attraction. Landing rough by safely, our heroes are taken prisoner by the Cometae. These characters used to be normal flesh and blood people minding their own business until they were modified by some outsiders called the Allus. Now the Cometae live on electricity drawn directly from the shining atmosphere around them. They're quite attractive, looking rather angelic with their glowing auras; they're also immortal in that they don't need food or air and won't age. But most of them miss the prospects of having children, growing old together and eventually resting in peace rather than just dragging on forever. You can get tired of anything.
Whoops, Joan has joined the Cometae! There's a surprise. She has never looked lovelier, either ("Her soft dark hair and lovely face, her lithe, utterly feminine figure so completely revealed by the scanty silvercloth garment were brilliantly enhanced by the glow of inherent electric force, scintillating from every inch of her body and investing her with its shining halo.") Not half bad, but Cap can't even touch her without suffering a dangerous jolt. Even disarmed and taken prisoner, our heroes immediately start planning escape and counter-attack. These are guys who have travelled back to the break-up of the Tenth Planet, fought invaders from Dimension X and even witnessed the Big Bang. They're hard to discourage. It develops that there may be a resistance movement among the Cometae to overthrow the reign of the Allus and perhaps the Futuremen can get in on it...
Edmond Hamilton seemed to me to be coasting a wee bit for the first half of the story. Lightning-rod people living on Halley's Comet, okay it's a wild concept but not up to the usual apocalyptic level of Captain Future stories. But as Cap investigates and starts to learn more about the situation, the stakes go up dramatically. I particularly enjoyed a scene where Curt Newton starts to buy the comforting explanations his captors are feeding him, thinking that maybe things aren't as bad as they seem. Then the splash of ice water in the face as he learns the truth. ("Your cosmos of curved three-dimensional space is merely a bubble floating in the abyss of extra-dimensional infinity. In your cosmos, you are like insects crawling around the inside of a spherical shell." Never trust anyone who compares people to insects or who addresses you as "mortal" or "puny"; that's my policy)
Fans of Lovecraft-style creepiness may want to note that here we meet a race of shadowy creatures who don't seem to have any physical presence, But their long serpentine bodies sport "a blunt, hideously ophidian head from whose face grew a mass of writhing tentacles." I'm sure I've seen that image before somewhere.
And I'm glad to see Curt showing some feelings. He was raised frominfancy on the Moon by a brain floating in a tank full of fluid, a dimwit robot and a bad-tempered android. So I wouldn't be surprised if he turned out a complete psycho or an emotionless geek. But no, he's alright (maybe a bit naive and idealistic). He has finally started to return Joan's outright romantic offers. They both have some regrets that duty prevents them from just staying on the comet and being happy together, but at least Cap has the compassion to gently kiss her and say, "Joan, don't feel like that. Someday when our work is done, we'll find our own paradise."
This sort of Golden Age pulp is not for everyone, and I imagine many dismiss it as hopelessly corny and outdated. Heck, a lot of readers don't care for serious ambitious science-fiction from the 1930s and 1940s, let alone mere pulp adventure meant just to provide a few hours of harmless pleasure. That's okay. Life gives us a big menu and you can order what you like from it.
Como assim, entraram oficialmente desta vez? É por isso que o Reddit caiu?
Estou lendo o primeiro livro, com alguma esperança termino antes da série começar...
Oh well. O_o
Ótimo agora só precisam do acordo com a Fox para acabar com a bobajada de chamar os mutantes de "milagres" no MCU.
O clipe da historinha dirigida pelo cara do Mangue Negro é mega-escatológico, já estou doido pra ver o filme. =)
For the first time in memory I actually dreamt I was an animal, it wasn't one of those out of body dreams, I actually was a salmon and I could see my school swimming around me, everything was from my point of veiw.
I was pregnant and for some reason this meant I had to wear my swim bladder as a hat to make space in my body for my eggs to grow.
As the dream went on I was getting progressively more frustrated because I had to swim very slowly and close to the surface.
Soon it was time for me to give birth, thousands of baby fishes were leaving my body from every orrifice at great speed, there were so many and they were so small that they formed a cloud around me.
that's when I woke up.
I would love to hear anybodies take on this? and I'd love to hear from anyone who has ever dreamt of being (as opposed to simply seeing) an animal before.
(Ps. I am pregnant in the real world so perhaps it's not so far fetched)
Doido que acredita que dobras espaciais *já* ocorrem naturalmente na terra, em grandes tempestades e fenômenos geomagnéticos ("Triângulo das Bermudas"...) e está tentando recriar as condições na garagem. Estranhamente, *alguma coisa* está afetando os lasers que ele usa para medir o suposto warp.
Estou cético, mas gostaria de ser surpreendido por um Dr. Brown ou Zephram Cochrane do mundo real.
É um vírus com "olhinhos" na ponta de "antenas".
I dreamt that a new species of virus had been discovered. A completely harmless virus, and actually kind of cute. About 1 cm tall.
I drew an illustration: http://i.imgur.com/A8QB034.jpg
You could order a vial of 4 of them and keep them as pets. You could find them in gardens underneath certain types of leaves. If you lifted the leaf, they would scurry out all in a row and it was cute :)
(I think I was subconsciously inspired by this gif of a motor protein I had seen on reddit: http://i.imgur.com/zwawMzX.gif)
Eu ri. =)
Had the most disgusting dream today. I was cleaning my cats litter box and out of nowhere I stuffed some poop in my mouth. First I didn't think about it but then I panicked and tried to spit it out but it was so sticky and stuck to my teeth. I tried to hide it from the people around me, but it kept showing.
IRL I'm in the middle of making a big decision that will either affect my relationship with my boyfriend or with my family. I live abroad but I really want to go home, my bf wants to stay.
What I got from this dream is probably that I'm very stressed and scared, but afraid to show other people, but that it's very obvious. Other ideas on this dream is welcome
Ok so, I just had this dream. I immediately woke up and typed it into notepad so I'm gonna copy and past from there while hopefully cleaning up the errors a bit. Hope this is allowed here, just searched for "reddit dreams" and this came up.
Arms - Horror movie
This was all in a dream I had that I woke up from 10 (40 minutes at time of post.), I am trying to write down as much as I remember before I forget.
Premise - People around the world have gotten some sort of sickness/mutation/genetic-fuck-up that makes it so they lose control of their arms. Now its not a normal "lose control" this is more intense. For one, it makes the arms extend at extreme lengths and they are super sharp. So when they lose control they swing horizontally like swords and extend and retract seeming to focus on loved ones.
Beginning - One scene I remember from the dream is a woman screaming and crying as her arms flail and kill her family and any cops or paramedics that try to help. I'm thinking this is patient 0. Later there's a scene that is a low flying cameras that is panning over a neighbourhood. Its gloomy outside, maybe around 10 AM, cloudy, and there is a bird sitting on top one of the houses. As the camera pans over, there is a "schlink!" noise as a razer sharp hand pops up through the house, stabs the bird, then retracts it back inside. This happens to multiple houses during this shot
shit alight the memories are fading and my typing is getting worse as I try to hastily get all this written.
Middle - I'm thinking the back story or something is maybe like a purposeful alien infection, where they were like "hey watch what we can do to these little people" I don't know about a back story, someone fill that in. Also, it kills any living thing, you have no control over your arms. It starts gradually, like the first time you lose control once, kill your kid, freak the fuck out, call cops, you know. Then it just gets worse and worse.
So I honestly have forgotten the rest of the story besides the ending.
Ending - So, I would be lying if it wasn't crazy as fuck. I just want to say before hand, that I have no idea why these people are in this building, but apparently it is what will reverse the process. So I'm fairly sure there were 3 or 4 people, the good guys, that either wernt infected (which wouldnt fit what is about to happen) or they actually gained control of the arms and could use them as weapons. So basically, they are in this tall ass building, in china (I know because of later reasons, don't worry getting there). They are fighting these monster things? I don't know, maybe the aliens and shit, but they need to get to the top of the building, a skyscraper really. Who knows what's at the top, probably the kill switch to the king alien or something. Alight, so they are fighting, one of the people dies, its all emotional. MUST KEEP GOING!! (About to get weirder, yeah, its possible) The building breaks up and beginning flying upwards, (alien traction beam maybe?) and its flying up and up and... then the dream fades out. BUT I do remember some more. After they do whatever they do and it starts falling back down. (well actually during this whole process) Somewhere in the movie, it is discovered that fighter pilots are immune to the disease. (told you it would get weirder) and these 4 Chinese pilots take F35s (total dog shits of planes but look cool on screen) and as the building is starting to fall, they each grapple to a corner of the building and its a long and hard fought scene where they throw it into VTOL mode and slow the building down and save the heros. Somehow one of the pilots dies, the heros find him, hears his last words "bla bla bla I saved it" "No, we saved it" I'm really struggling to remember at this point. Aaaaand BLAM, end of dream.
Now here what I'm thinkin, I need help filing this story in. I'm also thinking this would make an absolutely PERFECT Kevin Smith movie, right guys? So, anyone want to get him here? How cool would that be.
Edit: some spelling and shit
A Matéria Escura é uma coisa visível, parecendo asfalto líquido pela descrição. =)
this dream is extremely bizarre and pretty gory.
(the day before, i was playing dead space 3, so i know how this dream came to be)
it started off in a large ship in space. the first thing i saw was a group of people sitting in a sealed, transparent isolated room, outside the room, i see a scientist with a clipboard writing stuff down. the dream jumps to someone pounding on the glass trying to break it. the area is dark except for the red alarm going off from the people trying to escape. they break the glass and begin attacking the scientists.
(for some reason throughout the dream i seem to be observing the situation rather than actually being there. like watching a movie!!)
Theres a room, with what was called the "dark Matter Teleporter"
This is were it gets very detailed.
one of the people in that containment room go into the Dark Matter Teleporter Room (DMTR) and locks the door, with 3 scientists inside who were working on it. they are pretty scared and i'm assuming the escapee knew what it was and was trying to leave VIA the DMT. They explain to the Escapee that it's not ready and is very dangerous in it's current state.
The DMT is made of 2 oval-shaped tanks filled with a black, chunky liquid which is, you guessed it, Dark Matter. the tanks are connected to a large square Tub on the floor where the teleporting object/person would lay down in. next to the pumps is a large oxygen tank which is connected to a gas mask that provides a person oxygen while in the process of teleportation. (the tub fills with Dark matter sludge with the person hooked up to the oxygen tank, laying on the floor of the tub)
this is all explained by the scientists to the escapee and tell him to just surrender. the escapee shoves one of them into the DMT in a fit of rage and hits the switch. What was not told to the escapee, is that the drain in the tub has a "side effect" where the drain can morph into different shapes and sizes. with the poor scientist sinking to the bottom, his luck ran out when the drain morphed into a small regular sink drain (the drain was initially made to fit a normal human in case teleportation didn't work and they could escape and try again)
as the sludge begins to seep into the drain, the guy is trying to get out. it's too late and he's slowly beginning to melt while screaming horrifically and begins to disintegrate into a goop of blood, guts, and bone. his head is the last to melt, which temporarily clogs the drain, but the pressure causes his head to pop like a pimple and gets sucked down the drain as well.
thats all i remember. it really fucked me up for a few minutes. i woke up feeling very dizzy and disoriented from how fucked up the dream was.
i also think why the dream was so detailed was because of how long i was asleep. i've got a real problem sleeping at night and stayed up, fell asleep at 9 and woke up at 5pm where i'm at.
Mistério do Salsicha explicado.
Provavelmente eles viram que não funcionava quando as pessoas com esse "papel de parede" em casa entraram em ataques de TOC incontroláveis estourando todas as bolinhas.
Começam as piadas de Enterprise fazendo pega e naves da Federação "xunadas".
Poxa, o meu Netflix funciona muito bem mesmo com a minha redinha 4G de merda. O popcorn, que finalmente resolvi testar, nem tanto.
A Netflix anunciou hoje que por causa do Natal passará a exibir filmes Bíblicos. O primeiro será os dez travamentos. A vida de Cristo também está a caminho e será exibido em 1.235.467 partes, sendo que cada parte terá mais ou menos dois segundos, tempo que leva entre um travamento e outro. O gerente regional da Netflix do Brasil, em entrevista exclusiva, explicou os planos da empresa.
“Vamos…. (Carregando. Por favor espere)…. Fazer….. No…. (carregando, por favor espere)…. Vem….. (desculpe, estamos com problemas para reproduzir essa frase).
Fascinante! Nunca tinha ouvido um relato de abdução falando do Povo Lagosta!
O Ugo Bardi usa as curvas de Hubbert e do Abismo de Sêneca para analisar a construção de pirâmides no Egito Antigo e - surpresa! - elas se encaixam mais ou menos em uma gaussiana assimétrica!
Outra dica estronha de ficção científica retrô.
THE CRIMSON BLIGHT Arthur J Burks
Does anybody have a problem with this premise... a mad scientist who unleashes a terrible threat on the world is actually a surviving Cro-Magnon, thousands of years old. (Mentioning Ahasuerus, the Wandering Jew, Shablitz scoffs, "He was a child -- if he existed. I am an old man.") We are informed that "the Cro-Magnons were the most intellectual people who ever inhabited the Earth", but they were unfortunately exterminated. "It is too bad.. that the brutish Neanderthals saw fit to destroy the Cro-Magnon. They succeeded because of their vastly greater numbers -- and because the Cro-Magnon realized, as they realized everything, that they were fully twelve thousand years ahead of their time. Perhaps more."
Eh? I dunno, does it sound like the author got something mixed up there?! In any case, THE CRIMSON BLIGHT by Arthur J Burks is a lively if confused horror story that appeared in serial form in THRILLING ADVENTURES from January to March 1933. It's not particularly well written, full of choppy sentences that seem dropped in out of place from other stories and there are a number of moments that just don't make sense no matter how I interpret them. I get the feeling it took about as long to write this story as it takes to read it, so the general effect is listening to someone hysterically telling you about what a bad day they had over the phone.
On the other hand, the story has a good solid premise and it does have some scary images. In the Dominican Republic, a strange character named Dr Felix Shablitz either creates or unleashes a weird red substance which flows out of a cave and devours every living thing in its path, growing and expanding rapidly. Whether you're thinking of the Blob or Bill Cosby's Chicken Heart, this is a basic nightmare that works well in horror stories -- the mindless, ameba-like monster that can't be stopped.
The tale is feverishly narrated by a Marine second lieutenant who takes it upon himself to save the world from being engulfed by the red horror. His plan is to order an airtight suit of armor with oxygen supply air-dropped, so that he can wade through the seven foot high mist into the cave where he thinks (with no real basis) that Shablitz is still active and directing the monster's activity. Good luck, old man.
The story has some neat moments of uneasy disgust as the flood of crimson smuck wipes out acres of sugar cane and digests every person and animal it can catch. It seems clear it will soon cover the entire island and keep spreading out into the ocean, until the entire globe is red. The Marines throw a few grenades with no result and give up in dismay. What? Hey, how about trying a flame thrower or some Molotov cocktails on the monster? For that matter, grab a sample in a jar on a long pole and do some basic tests on whatever it's made out of. Maybe it's vulnerable to some poison or acid. No, they just run in horror. Before it's all over, the red flood is chasing battleships at sea and engulfing them.
Toward the very end, I lost all track of what was going on. Apparently, the red mist was actually composed of incredibly tiny miscroscopic particles of life (finer than protoplasm0 which was storing information about all the life forms it digested. Due to the Marine's meddling, it started reconstituting gigantic hairy ogres, dinosaurs and sea serpents which the surviving islanders and servicemen then have to fight. Then there are the recent victims, which reform as living beings but without their skeletons. So they're just bags of flesh flopping around. What a mess.
There's a certain amount of the casual racism taken for granted in pulp stories of the time, as the Marine is assigned to evaluate the Haitians and determine "how many were voodooists, how many were the usual nitwits and how many had a modicum of brains" and as the worried Haitians throw two young women to the monster as a hopefully propitiatory sacrifice. Then we have an interesting insight into human nature as, when faced with a lava-like mass of gunk that's eating everything in sight, "Young girls grew hysterical and ripped their clothing from their bodies to run naked along the roads and streets and alleys -- and nobody so much as noticed." You know, I haven't observed this sort of activity in all the cable news coverage of the various disasters which have been happening. Evidently CNN has a lot of good footage they're not sharing with us.
Arthur J. Burks (1898-1974) was a former Marine officer who started selling stories to WEIRD TALES in 1924 and then turned out thousands of yarns to every conceivable pulp on just about every subject. I don't know if there's any way to begin to find out who was the most prolific pulp writers of the 1930s and 1940s, considering all the house names and pseudonyms used, but Burks logically should be a strong contender for the title. On the other hand, it doesn't mean the stuff he cranked out by the bucketful was any good.
Burks founded the American Fiction Guild ("Fictioneers") and there's a mention of this pulpster group in Russell Millers's BARE-FACED MESSIAH (which is surprisingly available on the Web): http://www.clambake.org/archive/books/bfm/bfm04.htm
"A few days later, [Frank] Gruber took Ron [L. Ron Hubbard] along to Rosoff's restaurant on 43rd Street, where members of the American Fiction Guild met for lunch every Friday. Most of the successful pulp writers in New York were members of the Guild and most of them gathered at Rosoff's at lunchtime on Fridays. They were names familiar to millions of pulp readers: Lester Dent, creator of Doc Savage; George Bruce, acknowledged ace of battle-in-the-air yarns; Norvell Page, who was said to earn $500 a month for his stories in THE SPIDER; and Theodore Tinsley, a regular contributor to BLACK MASK. President of the Guild was Arthur J. Burks, who had been dubbed "King of the Pulps" in a NEW YORKER profile and quoted as saying that any pulp writer who did not make at least $400 a month was not worth his salt. It was a remark that was to cause him considerable embarrassment, for it was common knowledge in the Guild that Burks never earned that much, despite turning out around two hundred thousand words every month."
Raise your hand if you would like to go back in time every Friday night and have a few drinks at that table, listening to these guys grumble about their editors, swap story ideas and generally throw the bull around!
Hey everyone, first time posting on this sub! This is mostly me sharing a rather unique dream I had but if someone has an interpretation I'd love to hear it. This happened about a year ago:
It started out as a fairly typical dream (for me) and this first part isn't terribly interesting. Usually I'm in the middle of some cool sci-fi/action sort of scenario and in this case I was a member of an inter-dimensional demon hunting squad. We would go into these Stargate-ish portals to find monsters and kill them. One in particular proved to be more than we could handle and before I knew it I was the only member of the team left alive. This lead to a sort of chase scene where I kept jumping through portals with the demon in pursuit. Unfortunately it caught me and this is where things got really weird. It pulled off the top of my skull, scooped out a roughly golf-ball sized chunk of my brain, and vanished. Here I am panicking a bit as I know I will die unless I get to a doctor and have this chunk of gray matter replaced (woo dream logic). To keep it safe I decided the best course of action was to put it in my mouth. Now I've only ever experienced visual and auditory perception and sometimes touch in my dreams as far as I can remember, but I vividly remember the taste and texture of this chunk of brain sitting in my mouth. As you can imagine it was slightly slimy and sort of... gritty with the approximate squishiness of a sponge. The taste wasn't unlike tripe (for those who have had it) but slightly acidic; kind of like the aftertaste left by a grapefruit. On my way to the hospital I accidentally swallowed it, again feeling it slide down my throat against my uvula and cutting off my windpipe. I gagged loudly and say upright, waking up and thus ending one of the strangest dreams I've ever had.
Thanks for reading and I'm curious to see what you think or if anyone has had a similar experience.
EDIT: Please note I am not religious and I am simply using the word "demon" to describe the monster in question. It was your stereotypical large horned/toothed/clawed monster.
Last night I had a dream that I was walking down a sidewalk with a human-sized banana with legs. We walked by a man who yelled "Hey, are you sure that's the way you want to go?"
I responded by saying "No, it's not." and I turned around and started walking in the direction I came from, and the banana continued on.
Uia! O "Ascension" estreiou!
Premise: A young woman's murder causes the subjects of a century-long mission to populate a new world to question the true nature of the project as they approach the point of no return.
|/r/AscensionTV||Syfy||December 15, 2014||Monday 9:00 PM EST||55/100|
Eventualmente, o Benedito Cucumber vai interpretar todo mundo e substituir todos os atores de Holywood.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?
Esse sonho tem robôs-escravos-sexuais e "zoomorfos" (mulheres-tigre!) dentro duma torre gigante de surubas construída por King Jong Ill, que é um anfitrião polido e misterioso tipo o Sr. Hurke da Ilha da Fantasia.
Deviam transformar isso num filme para concorrer com o "50 Tontos de Cinza". =)
I'm copy and pasting this from a chat I originally used to send this story to a friend, but i'll try to make sure it flows. If I mess it up, I'm sorry.
Okay. so it starts out where I'm driving my car down this LONG, WINDING, RAISED (as in, high up in the air) highway. I could look around and saw lots of other highways, some of them incomplete and we were so high up I could barely see the ground at all, but you could tell there was a city underneath. As im driving, I finally see where my destination is. It's a huge tower that appears to be made of scrap metal in the distance. It's kinda shaped like those the tops of the Taj Mahal, if you konw what those look like. Curiously, instead of approachign the bottom of the tower and going up, the highway actually ends at the TOP of the tower and I have to drive down this winding corkscrew path to the bottom. And remember, it's made out of rusty scrap parts. I get to the bottom and get out of my car and enter the center column and a screen on the wall and a robot voice turn on and basically tells me to scan my: eyes, wrist and butt. Yes my butt.... Once I do that, I'm whisked away upward to the center of the tower. Inside it is dim, lit with red light bulbs (i think there might have been more colors too but i specifically remember red at the entrance. Not to far in I see this girl dressed up in a maid outfit. I approach her and..... and this part is hard to describe. She looked like a human but I could somehow TELL she was a robot. Since I knew she was a robot, I bent her over the nearby table and started to have my way with her. So yeah, basically within a minute of getting inside, I'm having sex with this sex-slave-robot-girl. I dont remember if i finished or not, but eventually im done with her and move on deeper into the tower.
That's when Kim Jong Ill shows up
KJI, as in, the former leader of North Korea. He basically welcomes me to his pleaseure tower, comments on how he doesn't get too many visitors and then tells me about all these weird "rules" which i promptly ignore, thinking how weird they were. Things are getting slightly hazy now but i think i did it with another robot. They would speak to me too, asking how much I enjoyed my stay here, if they felt good, etc. I do remember small details like there were lots of bookshelves scattered about and nicely kept tables with tea sets on them, couches, etc. In a way, a person could relax here in a non-sexual way. Now here is another weird part. I leave the tower but I get lost, so I wind up driving away down an incomplete highway and FALL OFF AND DIE....but I respawn back on the right ramp heading back to the tower. This time I accidentally drive off the tower (it's tall with a narrow circular path! I went too fast! haha) but this time I just get respawned like playing a video game and end up back on the tower's path. I get to the bottom, enter, do all the scanning and get back inside.
This time around, I notice there are one or two other guys here, enjoying themselves too. I remember playing around with another "normal" robot but I didn't finish, because I saw another one that was "fairy sized" and went to go use that one. While im using the fairy robot, I notice....a CO-WORKER LADY there who was leaving. I dont think she was there for sex (and God, i hope not, she's huuuuge). She's a doctor so I think she was treating Kim Jong Ill or something. I just know I looked down at the "task at hand" and hoped she didn't see me. She didn't. I dont know if this is too much detail or not, but with the fairy one, If I went all the way, you could see my dick come out of her mouth >_>. After a while im done with this one and I continue on. Kim Jong Ill greets me again and spouts of stuff about how im always being watched, etc etc. I basically ignore him and continue on. Deeper inside I enter this LAAARGE, gymnasium-sized room where at least 4 other people are, sort of spread out. I remember two are fucking these furry tiger-ladies. (damn furries) and two others are fucking these weird blocks, while looking at them with what basically amounted to a Nintendo Wii U controller. (the one with a screen in it) I go up to one of the blocks and, as if I knew exactly what to do, I look at the screen, and pick my scenario and start looking at the block with the screen. Basically, I picked "doing it through a glory hole" and the block simulates the texture and feeling of a bathroom stall wall and a girl on the other side. I could pick other options too, like "just the girl" or "bamboo wall" etc etc. and it would simulate the feeling of that I remember ther being an awkward moment where I'm fucking the block and this guy comes over to talk to me.... so rude, right!? I dont remember what happens but I suppose I finished or got bored or something and left the room and the whole tower Got back in my car and drove away. I got lost AGAIN and drove off an incomplete highway, but this time I landed on the RIGHT highway, and left Fantasy Sexual North Korea....
I usually have crazy dreams like this but it's rare for me to remember them THIS vividly, enough to describe them in detail. I just HAD to share it with others.
Mais notícias de Penteadeira de Puta: The Motion Picture.
Parece um monte de cocô, como todo o resto. Não fica claro pelo release da ESA como eles decidiram que um pedaço do cocô era melhor que o outro.
"The three processes of acquiring texts for Crap Looking Books are fairly simple. Friends, family and fans send me books they think are terrible, I actively seek out texts that others consider to be unbreakably awesome or utter dogshit, and I pick up interesting or quirky books that have slightly dodgy or curious artwork or text on their covers."
Gostei da premissa desse blog. =) Esse livro "Donovan's Brain" certamente se encaixa. Ah, e parece que tem um filme baseado no livro! 8-)