TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
What program do you use to make the movies? I have an idea for a movie, though I wanna make it. 
INES III: Storm Tapestry
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Julius Gandi
The Foreign Disease
Deputy Gahiji drinking a pink lemonade while ridding a purple elephant.
Neverwonagame3
Self-Styled Intellectual
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Maybe machanima or something? An 'animated' version of a traditional NES story?
Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
The link doesn't work for me Anonymoose.
Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
I already got you, dawg. I realized I effed it up as I posted it. 
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
Ah. Damn Moose antlers aren't much for typing, eh?
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The Kelen sits in his compound somewhere in the Jungle with that playing on repeat.
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The Kelen sits in his compound somewhere in the Jungle with that playing on repeat.
Ninja Dude
Sorry, I wasn't listening...
<_< I'd like to see Grandmaster John somewhere in the next video.
Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
The laboratories in the Medical Advisory Board building in downtown Sacramento were abuzz with news of the funding they had received. The head research pathologist, Dr. Gerard Itzaku, directed the flow of funds toward two projects that he was involved with, the aging serum project and the disease elimination project. Both radical programs had been largely ignored by the serious doctors, and Dr. Itzaku decided that his pet projects would get the funding. Sure, he'd lose his job in a few years when everyone found out about his corrupt reasons for allotting the monies, but if it payed off, they'd name a city or three after him. The anti-aging specialist, some mook without an advanced degree in anything important, and the immunologist, a woman of some renown, were brought to the quaint MAB office and given the news that their research could go unhindered for the rest of their natural lives. The immunologist fainted. The anti-aging 'specialist' wooted like some stupid animal, and they went to their labs. The MAB soon released a PSA touting to the public that disease and age would soon be a thing of the past. Behind closed doors, though, the results of the first anti-aging serum were unexpected. The first subject regained some youthful appearance, but the cartilage of the ears malformed, and the subject had pointed ears. Oh well... the growing pains of medical progress.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
These are fun!
In other news, I need feed back from the System. Or else.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Get on NESchat tonite, round 2200 to 0000 CET and we'll talk.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Is that 5:00-7:00 EST?
Kozmos
Jew Detective
What is that UTC -5? I am UTC +1.
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
Lord of Elves
Suede-Denim Secret Police
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An Undisclosed Location
A makeshift podium in the middle of a city square is surrounded by a great mass of people. It appears ramshackle and haphazard, because it is. The crowd around it is equally so. Organized, not so much out of intent and purpose, but out of a yearning. A need, to understand, to have reason and breadth and concept and logic. A need for a calling, a need, for a purpose. The purpose that has been lost. Not so much lost as misplaced. Only for the most ephemeral of moments, but lost, even so for such a short time, all the same. It shall, it is being, returned. A man strides before the podium, with an odd, contrasting confidence. He is not in uniform, but instead wears a white suit reminiscent of a Tokyo work-man. He has not worked to become one with the people, he always was. Hiroto Katsuo, Proletarian Overlord of China, de facto head of the Imperial Proletarian State, "Great Victory" as his troops called him in the war against the "Ever Victorious" Chinese capitalist army, strides towards the podium. The shades he wear blocks out the sun, now high in the sky, shining down with an almost-boiling heat upon him and the crowd. He will make light of this fact. As he makes his way up the stairs of the podium, the crowd's eyes turn to him with all the innocence and lack of concept, precedent, and understanding of a newborn child. 
The crowd writhes and twists, like a wounded animal. He takes no notice of it, but merely taps nonchalantly on a microphone assembled in the middle of the podium. He has no fanfare, he has no military march to herald his entrance. But he is, indisputably, leader, now, in this odd and historic hour. The silence is palpable, and he waits. He waits, and he recognizes, and all those around recognize, merely by the silence, that he is in control. The chaos, the anarchy, the great desolation and disappointment and the wailing and gnashing of teeth, and all those that followed the loss of Tokyo: it is washed away, as if it never were, as the city, too, was washed away as if it never were. For these things, this man has no need of. He is indivisible, individualized, indisputably, his own. They called him Great Victory, and now he is here. In what so many would call an hour of defeat, he is here, and as he takes off his shades with all the effortless style and flourish of a Californian film star, he is victorious. Undoubtedly, indisputably, without equivocation or remonstration, victorious. His confident voice fills the silence, fills the emptiness and the void, of the stage and the crowd, and it fills the silence, and the emptiness and the void of their hearts and their purpose.
Proletarians! I stand before you today on a day that will live eternally in the history of our cause," he raises his eyes, ever so briefly to the blinding light of the noon sun in the sky, "you do not know my name. You do not know who I am. That is not important. What you should know, proletarians, is that I am here to deliver you. I am here to deliver you from the evils of the capitalist aggressor, from his corrupting and seductive ways, his many lies and falsities." the crowd shifts and writhes, but is quiet. Quiet as the grave, as the man speaks. "A week ago today, the glorious epicenter of the Imperial Proletarian State, was leveled. Blast from the earth, as if it had never existed, the people who had lived and worked in its confines for the betterment of the world, too, evaporated from life. His Proletarian Greatness, the Emperor, and the Proletarian Council, were among that number. I say to you today, proletarians, do not mourn them! Exult in their glory, for they made their ultimate sacrifice for not only this nation, but all the nations and peoples of the world! They died as they lived, the Emperor himself, for the proletariat!"
He intones for a moment, looking not at the crowd, not at the sun. Only into the great, blue, formless distance. As if meditative. Then suddenly, the aura of meditation and silence disappears, indeed, it sparks and explodes with all the force of a great conflagration without compare. "Blood alone moves the wheels of history!" he shouts, and they hear him. They hear his voice, and they heed his words. Internalize them, make them part of their own, as they have been taught.
"Have you ever asked yourself, how long we have been striving for the greatness of liberation? Have you ever asked yourself, how much longer will the capitalist tyrant extend his iron will over the world?" again, that meditative stare, that looks at nothing, and sees everything. "Proletarians, a new day has dawned, a new epoch in the history of this species! The blood shed by those lost at Tokyo, the blood shed on the fields of Kyushu when the Chinese capitalist aggressor put his vile boot on your soil, the blood shed by your fathers, sons and brothers when they went to far-off land to fight for your freedom, for the freedom of oppressed, has moved the wheels of history!" other crowds would now cheer, but the silence remains. They hear him, and that is all they need. As promised, his words fill them. They are being delivered.
"A new era in our struggle; the struggle not only of war, for the many years we have been at war with the capitalist aggressor, but the struggle of work! Proletarians, we are warriors!" still the silence. "Every single one of you, this mass that stands before me, is numbered a warrior! And we shall fight! And when you hear me say it, you shall understand! You shall understand, brothers, and you have never understood before, and as generations after you shall not ever understand again! You shall understand that it is a privilege to fight! A privilege to die! And when I say that a new day has dawned, a new hour has begun in our history, you shall rise, proletarians! You shall rise and be worthy of this momentous hour!"
"Generations after us, they shall speak of your great sacrifice, and they will call you men and women of the hour. Because this is the greatest hour in the history of our struggle! Look now, my brothers, my friends, my children, my people, my proletariat! Look now to the west. Even while Tokyo is no more, the hated enemy is in the retreat. They quiver and balk, like mute calves to the slaughter, at the combined might of the free peoples of the world! Our African allies in the United Communes drive against their shivering armies, mere children to a way of war we know only too well. Proletarians, the Emperor (may he live forever in the afterlife), told you only so few short years ago that the sun still rose. The sun does not rise, brothers. It has already risen!"
"And the destruction of Tokyo was merely the shadow cast by its glorious zenith! The sun rises, and a new day dawns, a new hour, a new beginning. Stand now in its glorious radiance, and be not afraid, be not tired, be not worried or without heart. You are the lucky few, the lucky, lucky few, children. Who shall live and die in this momentous hour, this glorious occasion into which fate has seen us to be called. Be blessed, for you are! No people, in the history of mankind, no generation, could ask to be born into a greater time. Your blood, your sweat, your tears, now moves the wheels of history, brothers. The sun has risen. The sun has risen! In the commemorative spirit, of this momentous hour in our history, I bow to this new chapter, to its essence and its spirit. And so, proletarians, brothers of my blood and my spirit and my essence and this great cause into which we are fortunate to be called, warriors of the people who are so oppressed and downtrodden throughout the world, I stand now before you and call myself your Emperor! For it is a new era, and we are a new breed, not seen before and not like to be seen again. We understand, brothers, what it is to fight!"
"And thanks to these glorious tidings, I say, proletarians, it is time to celebrate! With the new era, this new epoch, the new day and the new hour, I create a new order. As your Emperor, as the Overlord of China, and as steward of the freed people of Oceania, I hereby sanctify, consecrate, enshrine and legitimize, the Japanese Imperium of the Proletariat! And now you shall hear me, brothers. And I say, now we must fight! May you all say that your god looks down on us now, and smiles. For liberation is now at hand, and the Imperium, the great unity of the proletariat here in Japan and across our territories and the nations we steward to greatness equal with ourselves, is here. Glory, children. Glory. For we are warriors, and we shall fight! Glory to the Imperium!
The moment is finally at hand. The crowd, previously silent, erupts into cheering. As the Emperor steps down from the stand, the Rising Sun shines brightly over the flags which now erupt from the crowd and the city into the great blue sky. They are free, and they are lucky, and they know it. No man, woman or child among that number would ever trade with any man, woman or child in the world. They have been given purpose, a mission, not at all so different from the old one, but now it is reached near completion. And in these final moments of the struggle, they could not be happier to fight. For they heard, and they understood, that it is a privilege to fight. A privilege to die. To fight and die for the Japanese Imperium.
Cool stuff. Videos will all go in the first post in the order they show up, and I'll spoiler them above the banner if we get one more. Especially liked the bit you did with the maps, TLK, and thrilled that the new Proletarian Emperor gets a personality, LoE. Now I have something to work with. *Rubs hands together.*
