How bout a new indestructible spine?

Do you know what I puzzled over one day? Augment abuse. Not the right term. Let's say, augment disparity. An unequal level of power between augment and standard human muscles and bones.

For instance. Let's say you get some robo arms. Chop your arms off at the shoulders and get machine ones. These machine ones never tire, and outperform your old ones in every way. So. Here's the question.

You go up to a circus or whatever, feeling good about yourself with your new superman robo arms, and you decide to lift shit like the strongman does. Or, let's say you overdo it. Let's say you push those arms far beyond their normal capacity that no Human can lift normally. What happens?

Secondary organ failure and spinal rupture.

In essence, you just lifted something that your arms could lift. But not your Human body. When you lift, anything with your arms, outwards in front of your chest or above your head, the strain on your back is multiiplied by 7.

So. You're feeling damn sure of yourself. And you go up and pick up that nifty looking truck. Your robo arms are still attached to your regular system. That 1 ton truck becomes 7 tons on your spine.

Long story short. Pick your fucking augments carefully nigga.

How about a spine augment you say? Well, things get even messier. We're talking ripping limbs apart from strains your spine can take but not your arms or legs.

GG partial cyborgs with toned down pussy augments.

I'm trying to think of the most damaged part of me to replace. I can't pin it down.

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Excuse me sir.

Fucking Cloud City is a floating station on a Gas Giant.

Are you fucking serious?

Cloud City is the home to the only black man in the galaxy. The Galactic Empire wouldn't wipe out an endangered species for no reason. Hence they built Cloud City for Lando so he'd be safe from the Death Star.

Holy shit. Do you know what you just discovered Meta? The only hole in the emporer's plans.

Fuck Luke and Vader. Fuck Porkins being a human meat shield to save the chosen one.

Lando Blew up the second death star.

That was why the empire lost. Because the Emporer had a tiny weak spot in him for endangered species. he was fine with killing Mace Window because at that point black people weren't an endangered species.

But he stopped poaching when there was one left.

And it bit him in the ass like an Ewok.

I figure I'll just drop this here since this is basically the only writing thread around. I always like to try and push my limits with writing. And I know my strengths. Good with characters. I'm good at writing and creating my own stuff. And, lately, I've been delving into little bits and pieces of fanfiction.

Because with fanfics, it's an established universe. And not my own self generated stuff. I can create the rules and limits as I see fit with my own stuff. And I make these rules and limits based around what I want to write. Consider them as static rules. Moveable to fit what I want to make.

But a fanfic has locked rules. Rules that you can't break and move to make what you want. I always like to bend the rules, just a little bit. But the closer you stay to the source material, the harder, and more entertaining it is. More fun.

Now, I've pushed stuff a step further. I asked a friend if they'd like to see me write something. So they gave me a character of theirs. Not only that, but a persona.

So.

This is, a fucking trip and a half for me. My strength lies in characters. And in order to do what I do, I set myself down in the shoes of said character.

I write as if that particular character was there talking, and I was an observer. Dialogue becomes real, personalities feel real.

So, setting my shoes down into this character, this persona, of a person I know, and partially understand, and can see how they work normally, is basically, like some kind of inception for me.

This is like some strange ass drug trip.

It's weird. But it's fun, and new at the same time.

And most of all, I didn't think I could pull it off. I went from 15 pages last night to 45 this morning. I can see every little detail and I know how this story plays out from start to finish.

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Take some Rad-X or RadAway.

No no. I need the other stuff. Med-x right?

Maybe some Buffout.

Maybe I should just take the drug resistant perks. Oh if only. I wish.

Get some T-45D power armour to get free Med X without the addiction penalty.

Obama better step up his game on the iron man power armour project then.

Can we not just have that Death Star already?

Derailed stuff aside, this poses a question. It's called the death star. Packs enough firepower to blow up planets.

What happens if it fired at a gas giant?

What happens if it fires at a star?

Why the fuck call it a Death Star if it can only kill solid planets?

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Take some Rad-X or RadAway.

No no. I need the other stuff. Med-x right?

Maybe some Buffout.

Maybe I should just take the drug resistant perks. Oh if only. I wish.

Working at McDonald's. In the poor part of town.

Fuck. That sucks. Ever get any muggers?

Take some Rad-X or RadAway.

No no. I need the other stuff. Med-x right?

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Okay. Let me guess. There's also not a lot of pictures in your house of you. As in, you just aren't in very many photographs. Maybe, at the most, there's two or three.

Nah, I'd say there's a healthy amount. But I avoid looking at those, too. If I do, I can't stop staring, and I get this awful, kafkaesque feeling. Especially the older the photo is, because in those ones, I'm actually smiling.

Same on my end too. Although I avoid pictures as best I can. Kinda different though. All the old pictures of me I don't like looking at because they were fake smiles. Newer ones are more lively though. Although I guess, not at this point. Fuck. Should have started this in Halloween. I could reasonably pass for a zombie here.

Yeah, actually. I think I'm eisoptrophobic.

Okay. Let me guess. There's also not a lot of pictures in your house of you. As in, you just aren't in very many photographs. Maybe, at the most, there's two or three.

Que?

Shoot.

*Family Issues*

Easiest for me.

Hey nigga. At least your fucking hair ain't falling out.

I'm not even sure why the moderation is set up the way it is. There's no way that any of the mods can be 100% truthful when they say that there is absolutely no mod bias on this site, when in reality most of the site's rules were made in response to specific users getting butt hurt over something. Of course, the rules were changed with users that are generally liked. What happened when Deci was flamed relentlessly day in and day out? Absolutely nothing.

All I'm saying is that if I actually had a voice in this regard there is no way I would create an environment where we have to tiptoe around certain user's feelings if we don't want a harsh ban. Either establish equal rules for us all to follow or have no rules at all.

Trust me. This stuff is being discussed. I raised my point. It's a mess. But, fuck. It's not mine. Not my fight, not my business. Folks'll figure things out. You'll see. Just a little fine tuning is needed is all.