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Late but the troon in Sam’s voice acting group looks like a failed clone of Lindsay Ellis.
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Dahmer also did that.![]()
This thread started as a smug, egotistical animator- but with the revelation of his circle... Did we just uncover a ring of future killers?
Thank you!I highly doubt Fennah is harboring a fanbase of future serial killers. People who have interests that are considered morbid are maligned enough as is; ask anybody into metal, horror movies and violent video games. They're often pretty chill people.
Even Fennah himself seems like the kind who would ring up Mummy and cry that people online are being mean to him. I mean, his dad shares his son's work on his Facebook page - I think if he had any truly dangerous undertones to him his parents would be a bit more wary of publicizing any of that.
Am I disturbed by his affinity for gore, murder, and slaughter of innocent fishy boys? Absolutely. But he's just an impotent, fedora-tipping, likely smelly, narcissistic, skinnyfat closet furfag.
Yeah I feel people in this thread are being over sensitive about a bunch of edgelord teenagers laughing at the death of a fictional goldfish.People who talk about his fanbase being a bunch of serial killers in training and shit, nah, don't exaggerate. I've been following this guy since he was basically no one. His entire fanbase is generally the 16 year old hot topic teens who get shoved into lockers or treated like shit at school, wear a bunch of black, and binge watch Supernatural. The guy himself's just an exceptionally narc furry who's trapped in a feedback loop. He wants to be mainstream, but also decries and belittles mainstream animators because he's a creative genius.
Hell, taxidermy's still taught in public high schools, there's not much blood to get out of that stone unless there's more fuckery to go along with it.Snip
I'll let you guys know if I find anything interesting or funny, don't worry!Hell, taxidermy's still taught in public high schools, there's not much blood to get out of that stone unless there's more fuckery to go along with it.
What a beautiful thing economy is. An organism comprised of complex relationships, where behind the curtain of blissful ignorance the chains of ____tion rattle. One does not plan it; such a system can only be evolved into and then forgotten, for the complexity of economy fades into the background as it should. That is, until things go wrong. Then one might wish upon themselves a deeper understanding of the mechanisms; to lift the curtain, and bear witness to the machine. And Locket's economic machine was surely one of reckoning. A society of trade—item for item, favor for favor—where nobody sold more than they bought, nor bought more than they sell. A perfect balance, but not without its holes. And Locket's society, though brilliant, was not without those who would exploit these holes.
"What's the paper about, then?" Lucy asked nervously, as darkness intruded down her back. Her fear of it became apparent.
"Does the black phase make you uneasy?" Ludwig teased.
"I've not a good history with it. What's 'yer paper about?" Lucy deflected.
"It's about the trade differential." Ludwig said sitting cross-legged on the floor, his manuscript upon his lap. "Are you abreast of current events?"
"Been clingin' to the water channels, keepin' out 'the way, so no. Why don't you tell me?" Lucy curled up on her side upon the wall, and closed her eyes in defiance of the impending darkness.
Ludwig flicked through a few pages of his manuscript, and then queried, "Do you know that the inkers and the inkhouses do not exist in the Hammerlow?"
"Why's that then?" Lucy's ears perked up intently, but she did not open her eyes.
"Because the Hammerlow is comprised of what we call the 'loyalists': politicians, titans of industry, trade, Yolsh. They are in the loop by definition. They have no need of inkers. They know what's going on at all times. But those of the Kasino, the vast populace, do not, and could not possibly keep abreast of what's happening without a system in place: inkers. An entire trade present in the Kasino, yet nonexistent in the Hammerlow. Now tell me, do you know what a 'bathhouse' is?"
"No."
"It is a place of cleanliness and water, where those of murk go to have their bodies cleaned and pampered."
Lucy scoffed.
Ludwig nodded. "But we of the Kasino have places like the 'Welcome Bowl', 'Freyda's Vein' and the 'Miviam Estuary' : large, everflowing water supplies. So we have no need of 'bathhouses'. Another industry—an entire trade—present in the Hammerlow, yet unknown to those of the Kasino."
Ludwig watched as Lucy's eyes flicked open. Her attention had been caught.
"You've no doubt heard of 'service for supply'?" Ludwig elaborated. "You might want an item: a bottle of liquid laughter, a dolly, a new hat, or a book. And so for that, you would offer a service, a favor as compensation. Payment, even."
Lucy's brow was scrunched. Her face became intense as Ludwig painted this picture.
"That practice is widely accepted in the Kasino. That is not accepted in the Hammerlow, where all trade is item-for-item, stock-for-stock, whether it be temporary lending, like a dolly, or a permanent transaction of goods. You can't barter with favors and unvetted services."
"Really?" Lucy remarked. "A whole method of trade present 'ere and not there? A little out 'o sync, aren't they?"
"Absolutely. And that's what we refer to as the trade differential. It exists because the 'Voice of the Hammerlow' and the 'Voice of the Kasino' dictate all matters of commerce in their respective districts."
"Does that work?"
"It works and it does not. On the one hand, the system is very flexible: it allows for both Yeshua and Mithusa to run their districts without stepping on each other's toes. It allows new laws and legislations to pass through the government without blockage." The young inker looked back at his document and flicked through it, reviewing the facts before he made them heard. "On the other hand," he said, with revised competence, "it's a system with a few holes. And in these holes, creatures like Fontaine, and Wiley, thrive. It's not easy to exploit, but to leaders of our breed, the paradigm, that's not enough."
"So," said Lucy, rolling onto her back, ignorant of the darkness that swallowed her, "There's something that can be done about it, right? 'Cos I'd change the system."
"Well, there's a rumor. One that we can't print until confirmed, so keep it under your proverbial hat. That Locket, our 'Grand Voice', is on the cusp of announcing a solution. But we won't know what that is, until word is passed around by much larger inkhouses."
"As long as it gets rid of illegal folk!" Lucy spat. Ludwig raised an eyebrow.
"That would include yourself." he said.
"I stole from one, and used it to better my position. But I ain't like Wiley. I've had my fill with illegals!" Lucy quietly fumed.
"I'm..." Ludwig pondered his response. "Yes, I'm inclined to agree with you on that one." He then used the little remaining light to scan his work, before offering the young Lacemaker a final bit of advice before darkness swallowed the township. He said, "The dollhouses stock the blood-halls, the blood-halls stock the dollhouses, the laugh-houses stock both, and both stock the laugh-houses. The chop-shops feed the streets and the streets feed the chop-shops, and the bookbows educate the streets, and the streets provide information for the inkhouses, and the inkhouses spread the news. The bathhouses clean the sullen and the sullen re-murk their bodies in a dollhouse."
Ludwig chuckled to himself and turned to Lucy as the light faded. "Made simple, this is our economy. Nobody buys more than they sell, nobody sells more than they buy. Governed by the invisible hand of self-interest, and it all runs on demand. If you want to last here, Lucy Lacemaker, you will fulfill that demand."
"Economy is amoral, Wexle." Locket spoke, her haunting eyes fixed upon the path before her. "It has nothing to do with justice. It's not about getting what is deserved, nor is it about making whole the pockets of poor investors or traders." Locket swiveled sharply to the left and Wexle graciously articulated her way around the impressive display of tails at her leader's back. "Economy is the work of the enlightened, not rash fools who wish to reset its bones. We've brought light to our little corner of the Kivouach, and they are for the dark."
"Most agreed." Wexle caught up with Locket's stride. "But it's not dealing with hollow-minded dolts, Locket, it's rooting them out to begin with."
Locket stopped and turned to the Yolshen commander, pressing one of her crimson nails into Wexle's chest.
"Do not mistake the glow of intelligence for the mimicry of it. You need only ignore their display, and listen to what they speak of."
"You speak of Mithusa?" Wexle said, with a dash of confusion.
"Mithusa is intelligent." Locket pulled her finger back and continued to walk. "Which makes her potential energy a point of anxiety. The girl needs to start making use of her impressive mind, not her bleeding hearts."
"Bleeding hearts?"
"A point of poetry, Wexle. Nothing more."
Some people say that your lolcows of choice are decided by the little reflections of yourself you see in them and by god if this guy is not the edgelord fedora my friends and I were in freshman year-- he is without a doubt extremely juvenile in everything he does. Quite literally "I'm 14 and this is deep" territory. I'm expecting any minute now for someone to pull up screenshots of him talking about being born in #lewronggenerationFlashbacks to high school creative writing club when the kids who thought they were DEEP INTELLEKSHULS submitted their writing...
Aha, that was me transcribing it, actually. But Sam did put on an over-the-top cockney accent when he was saying the Lucy parts in the stream! At first I was translating it back into legible English, but then I figured that he went to the 'effort' of putting on that ridiculous manner of speaking for Lucy, so I might as well transcribe it authentically!I know he's actually English, but he types out a Cockney accent like your stereotypical teaboo.
Oh word, sorry man.Aha, that was me transcribing it, actually. But Sam did put on an over-the-top cockney accent when he was saying the Lucy parts in the stream! At first I was translating it back into legible English, but then I figured that he went to the 'effort' of putting on that ridiculous manner of speaking for Lucy, so I might as well transcribe it authentically!
I suspect I also tidied the writing up a fair bit in my translation. Given what we've seen so far of Sam's literary talents, I couldn't even hazard a guess as to what his book actually looks like, in its current unedited form.