This is distressingly on-point. You should share that demo tape with me sometime, @coppermarigolds.
I heard @coppermarigolds wrote an eight verse song about #kuvira ?????
Eeeeeee I love it!:D
I've got another sketch idea for you: Kuvira as Captain Kirk, and Bataar as Spock! (It's a bit of an in-joke; Todd Haberkorn, Bataar's VA, also played Spock in the online fan series "Star Trek Continues".)
Daily Kuvira #30 - NEEEEEEEERRRRRDs
You can tell this was Baatar’s idea.
Also bonus from my fav podcast:
Very disappointing. That’s nowhere near enough shuttlecraft for Voyager. I demand at least 42 shuttlecraft crammed into that bay. Oceans of shuttlecraft. Shuttlecraft without end.
Star Trek Voyager Game Project
I believe it was both, in a way. The story I heard was that Pluto started life as a study to determine if it was possible to build a strategic bomber that was powered by a nuclear reactor. However, after they found the shielding that was necessary to keep the plane’s crew from dying added too much weight to the plane, someone asked the obvious question of “what if the plane didn’t have a crew?” Ironically, once development started on Pluto, it was eventually decided that its reactor didn’t need any shielding anyway, and would just vomit reaction products out the back as it flew across the Soviet Union, just to make sure they got everyone. (Given the projected flight path Pluto would have needed to take to get from its holding pattern at the North Pole to the Soviet Union, large parts of Europe would have been doused in Pluto’s exhaust, which feels like a metaphor for American-European relations, somehow.) While some prototype ramjets were built, the project was eventually canned by the early 1960s due to improvements in conventional rocket engines for ICBMs, the Partial Test Ban Treaty, and the fact that even the nuke-happy generals and eggheads in the Defense Department thought the whole concept was a bit much. (While I have no confirmation on this, I have also heard that another nail in Pluto’s coffin came when someone working on the project was asked what the United States could do if the Soviets built and launched their own version of Pluto. Their precise answer is unknown, but it boiled down to “die, mostly.”) Also, with Orion I believe that there were early phases of the project where the vehicle was intended to be launched from the ground with its own nuclear drive, but again the Partial Test Ban Treaty put an end to that idea.
Troy Baker drinks Red Bull, so you know he’s evil.
Well....at least we can still drink piss water Monster Energy after the apocalypse...
Something to keep in mind when watching ENT is that Archer is a contemporary of all those starship captains from the late 22nd and early 23rd century that got their crews killed or committed horrendous Prime Directive violations that Kirk and Picard had to clean up a century or two later. Hell, Archer’s probably the one who gave the Iotians that gangster book.
Captain Archer’s smugness is so annoying. Especially because he is so wrong. They go down to the planet and all get high and paranoid off some chemicals in the air, and Trip tries to kill T’Pol.. You know, chemicals that they might have detected with a probe, but fuck caution you know
You can’t fool me, Madiha, you’re clearly a Belarusian bot, here to tempt us with pro-tractor propaganda.
we did it guys we caught all of them. mission accomplished. now nobody can call me a russian bot. we have a list theyre all there
This is very embarrassing, but I forgot to link the blog post that discussed Kuvira. It’s right here: https://futuristdolmen.wordpress.com/2015/08/23/kuvira-an-appraisal-of-the-woman-and-her-works/
A piece I did for avatarfanzine - Children of the Earth zine, which if you pre-ordered it, should be getting it real soon. I wished Kuvira would’ve had a longer season to shine a lot more. She genuinely saw herself as the hero of the people.
Unfortunately for Lord Regent Burrows, the right man in the wrong place can make all the diff-er-ence in the world.
There was nothing personal in this. Goodbye, Corvo.
Ha ha ha, this thing. I actually read The Angel of the Revolution about a decade ago when I was in my steampunk phase. What I mostly remember about Angel is its gleeful Russophobia. The Terrorists see the autocracy and cruelty of the Russian Empire as the greatest threat to the free peoples of the world, and when Tsar Alexander III (remember, written in 1893) acquires a fleet of airships in his quest to dominate Europe, he becomes the ultimate enemy the Terrorists have to defeat. There’s a lot in this book that’s objectionable to modern eyes, but the one that sticks with me is a bit near the middle where the Terrorists are flying over St. Petersburg and just decide to blast Kronstadt off the face of the Earth on a whim. My memory is hazy, but I think there’s also an extended sequence in a hidden mountain plateau in Ethiopia where the Terrorists have their main base, and we sort veer into some late 19th century-vintage mysticism. There’s also a sequel, Olga Romanoff from 1894, which can also be read at Project Gutenberg over here. This one picks up in the year 2030, in a world that has been peacefully unified for generations under the patient stewardship of the Terrorists, who now call themselves “Aerians”, and their airships. However, the pax aeronautica is broken by the titular Olga Romanoff, descendant of the defeated Alexander III and a diabolical mesmerist, who aims to avenge Tsarist Russia’s defeat by allying with the forces of Islam and challenging the Aerians for control of the planet. Then in the end the Earth passes through a comet’s tail and everyone is killed by poison gas, but a few Aerians survive in underground shelters to reemerge and repopulate the world. So, yeah. To put it as nicely as possible, The Angel of the Revolution and Olga Romanoff are products of the culture and era that made them, and they do not transcend that culture and era. They’re not the sort of thing you’d read if you don’t have a scholarly interest in that particular form of British sf known as “scientific romances”. Perhaps the most interesting thing about them to a modern reader is that they put some of H.G. Wells’s own stories into context. Wells’s own The War in the Air (1908) in particular feels very much like a response to Griffith’s novels. (And wouldn’t you know it, The War in the Air is also available on Project Gutenberg right here!). While Wells’s novel has its own prejudices and blind spots as well, it undercuts the power fantasy of Griffith’s novels by showing both the horror of saturation bombing along with its inability to be decisive on its own, and the war just drags on until all industrial civilization is destroyed and humanity is driven back to subsistence farming.
I started reading a book called “The Angel of the Revolution” (free on Project Gutenberg), and it is so bad in the most fascinating way
It was written in 1893 by this guy named George Griffith, who was a lot like H. G. Wells, writing near-future science fiction that combined technological speculation, adventure, and a socialist message. But Griffith is, more, uh … look, just let me summarize.
We’re ten years in the future – it’s 1903. The central character is a nerdy 26-year-old dreamer who’s devoted his entire life to building a heavier-than-air flying machine. His prospects are drying up, everyone’s making fun of him, but at last he succeeds in building a little scale-model airship that flies (he’s discovered a chemical reaction allowing for very light fuel).
By chance, he runs into an agent of a massively powerful worldwide conspiracy called “the Terrorists.” They seem to be left-wing anarchists of some sort, and are said to have been behind the real-life Russian nihilist movement. But their ideology itself is rarely talked about and only then in platitudes, while on nearly every page there is a loving authorial focus on their methods.
Their main form of activity seems to be arranging the killing of people they don’t like. They have agents high up in all majors institutions, allowing them to routinely kill public figures and successfully cover up their deaths. (They love pointing out that these are not “murders” so much as “executions,” because they are bringing bad people to justice.) They have a centralized power structure organized in circles around a single leader. Their members obey orders from their superiors without question, up to and including sacrificing their lives. Snitches and other betrayers are promptly and efficiently killed:
“Every one of the cabs is fitted with a telephonic arrangement communicating with the roof. The driver has only to button the wire of the transmitter up inside his coat so that the transmitter itself lies near to his ear, and he can hear even a whisper inside the cab. […]”
“It’s a splendid system, I should think, for discovering the movements of your enemies,” said Arnold, not without an uncomfortable reflection on the fact that he was himself now completely in the power of this terrible organisation, which had keen eyes and ready hands in every capital of the civilised world. “But how do you guard against treachery? It is well known that all the Governments of Europe are spending money like water to unearth this mystery of the Terror. Surely all your men cannot be incorruptible.”
“Practically they are so. The very mystery which enshrouds all our actions makes them so. We have had a few traitors, of course; but as none of them has ever survived his treachery by twenty-four hours, a bribe has lost its attraction for the rest.”
In fact, they sound exactly like a one world government, and despite being a bunch of anarchists who want all governments to be destroyed, they revel in the control they’ve achieved. Yet their chosen method of destroying all governments is this targeted murder campaign which is carefully made to look like the work of many diffuse and weak activist groups. Rather than, you know, saying “hey we actually control you all, the jig’s up now,” or just undermining the works from the inside.
The important Terrorists all seem to be super-rich and lead opulent lifestyles. Partially this is because they need to pretend to be normal powerful people, and super-rich leaders are used as an explanation for how the Terrorists got so much power, but it’s still treated in the narration as awesome sexy coolness rather than a necessary evil.
Everyone talks in bombastic, Romantic speeches, and the Terrorists – who supposedly hide themselves from the world with unbroken success – are constantly tripping over themselves to reveal their true identities and explain key facets of their grand plans. This is to a kid they’ve only just met, whom they have no reason to trust, and whom they only care about because he’s built a tiny flying machine that they believe will scale up to military use (because he says so).
There is a lot of talk about “the coming war.” Everyone has the (correct) sense that the Great Powers are gonna have a big dust-up one of these days. Since a bloody conflagration is going to happen one way or the other, might as well have it in the Good way, the one that fully destroys “Society,” so it can be followed by, um, something:
After that, if the course to be determined on by the Terrorist Council failed to arrive at the results which it was designed to reach, the armies of Europe would fight their way through the greatest war that the world had ever seen, the Fates would once more decide in favour of the strongest battalions, the fittest would triumph, and a new era of military despotism would begin – perhaps neither much better nor much worse than the one it would succeed.
If, on the other hand, the plans of the Terrorists were successfully worked out to their logical conclusion, it would not be war only, but utter destruction that Society would have to face. And then with dissolution would come anarchy. The thrones of the world would be overthrown, the fabric of Society would be dissolved, commerce would come to an end, the structure that it had taken twenty centuries of the discipline of war and the patient toil of peace to build up, would crumble into ruins in a few short months, and then – well, after that no man could tell what would befall the remains of the human race that had survived the deluge. The means of destruction were at hand, and they would be used without mercy, but for the rest no man could speak.
Our protagonist worries for a sec about brutal extrajudicial murder, but handily remembers that violent people aren’t actually human, so it’s OK to kill them:
Colston spoke in a cold, passionless, merciless tone, just as a lawyer might speak of a criminal condemned to die by the ordinary process of the law, and as Arnold heard him he shuddered. But at the same time the picture in the Council-chamber came up before his mental vision, and he was forced to confess that men who could so far forget their manhood as to lash a helpless woman up to a triangle and flog her till her flesh was cut to ribbons, were no longer men but wild beasts, whose very existence was a crime.
In what I’ve read so far, not much has been said about the leader, except that his name is Natas, which you’ll note is “Satan” backwards. Internet summaries tell me he has a mysterious power to control people’s minds, as if this all weren’t Code Geass enough already
There’s been more focus on his daughter, Natasha, the titular “Angel of the Revolution,” who is beautiful and enchanting and yeah I’m sure you can fill this part in even if I stop typing
Apparently the rest of the book is about the Terrorists building flying war machines and fighting a big war against everyone, which they eventually win, which somehow means that War Has Ended Forever
:3
Could you make one daily Kuvira a drunk Kuvira?
Daily Kuvira #31
Tbh I don’t know much about drawin’ drunks. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
But Kuvira probably rarely drinks and when she does she’s the ultimate giddy dumbass.
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