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The ten in kishotenketsu is literally conflict. Not to mention that motivation in and of itself is conflict between inaction and action. If a character has no motivation, then there is no action. With no action, no story. Sometimes this motivation is in subtext, sometimes it isn't even touched upon within the work and is up to the audience to decide, but even then, it is a required component. Also here's a potentially hot take: 4koma isn't always storytelling. I wouldn't tell a joke and say it's a story. Now, some jokes are stories, but not all. To say that a 4 panel comic doesn't fit the conventions of storytelling is a whataboutism at best. Another thought on it, if one disagrees with my previous two paragraphs, is that even if you can tell a story and say it has no conflict, is that an interesting story? I suppose that entertainment can be gained through spectacle, but... Is that a story? Is a painting a story? What's the point? Why are you telling it?

Incredible.

Can you do a tier list of all your previous tier lists

also 4koma still have conflict, it's just in a more abstract sense. The very concept of a joke in and of itself is a conflict. Honestly the entire argument is absurdly reductionist for no real benefit other than trying to sound smart and boy do I hate shit like that.

Don't forget Joe Russo in Avengers: Endgame.

Man I thought this was gonna be in general and was ready for a shitshow. But yeah, as cow said, conflict is inevitable, even if it isn't violent. Name 1 plot without conflict. You can't, because without conflict, it isn't a plot. Also imo the linked article is extremely ignorant and none of their examples are without conflict.

1:55 PM "One, I don't know how you're so casual about seeing that. Two, go on ahead of me. I need to hype myself up for this and process what I'm actually looking at." The girl that Leo had so fearlessly rescued seemed terrified by what they were now facing. Glancing around, Leo noticed another girl, this one with purple hair. She seemed in even worse shape, down on all fours seemingly about to vomit. A big spiky ball was embedded in the wall behind her, with a ghostly chain extending all the way back to the monster. It looked like she had managed to avoid it unscathed. Good for her. Leo stopped twirling his bat, taking it into his right hand and pointing it downward, an extension of his arm. ”Truth be told, this is the biggest, strongest, extra-scariest thing I’ve ever seen. Before now, it was that guy downstairs, but by the smell of this one’s strength, I’m pretty sure it made a snack out of him.” Stepping in front of the group, placing himself between them all and the monster, Leo spoke over his shoulder, refusing to take his eyes off the enemy, ”Isn’t that exciting? Seeing something bigger than you’ve ever seen and getting the chance to tear it down yourself? Don’t worry, if you need time to rev your engines, I’ll buy it for you.” Leo charged forward at the twisted knight, wildly darting back and forth to do his best to confuse it. ”If anything, you all might have to worry about me splattering it against the wall before you have a chance to even star-” He hadn’t thought much of the chain suspended in the air, and for a fraction of a second, his left arm had overlapped with it. Sabbatica didn’t give him a chance to reflect on this decision, as in an instant, the end of the flail had returned to her grasp, and Leo’s entire left arm was reduced to bits and pieces, flying through the air and splattering themselves upon the monster, just as Leo had claimed he’d do to the monster itself. ”You… took out my whole arm…” Leo was stopped in his tracks as blood spurted from his torn-up shoulder, a flash of pink light appearing in his eyes. Iconoclast’s Gambit ”YOU FUCKIN IDIOT” The droplets of blood and bits of flesh that painted Sabbatica began glowing bright pink, before exploding in bright flashes of light. The sudden point-blank barrage sent the monster stumbling a step and a half backward, as Leo resumed his mad dash forward. ”My PK Blast allows me to produce explosions from any surface I touch! Now, normally I’d avoid using my own body for it, but you afforded me an extra-exciting opportunity!” The multiple sets of eyes that had previously wandered throughout the room in apparent anguish now all focused on Leo, her human face now twisted in rage. Once again, Sabbatica flung the flail forward, but this time Leo was ready. ”You really think I’m gonna get hit with that thing again? Leo tossed his bat forward, catching it with a reverse grip so that the end of the bat extended down past his elbow. With a swift uppercut motion, he struck the incoming flail, launching it up through the ceiling with a flash of pink light and a crack accentuated by a shouted ”PING!” from Leo. Sliding down onto his back, Leo narrowly dodged a swing from the monster’s giant white-furred arm, extending both feet up into the air to strike it with both heels. His feet wore what appeared to be lightly armored combat boots, and the purpose of them was made immediately apparent as they erupted in the pink light of his esper ability. Carrying through on the momentum, he rolled backward, using his singular arm to push himself up into a crouch. With a grin, Leo looked back over his shoulder at the rest, ”See? It’s nothing too bad! Feel free to tag in whenever, just don’t cross over where it’s got that chain and it’s nothing to worry abo-” As if to be proven wrong in his moment of glory, Leo was struck at that moment, kicked aside by a giant foot and laid flat against a nearby wall, leaving a leo-shaped bloodstain and a dent in the drywall. ”Like I said, this thing’s a pushover” Leo let out a chuckle and a cough, blood leaking from the side of his grin.

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Mono blue, I'd say. Even Blake can tell ya Red Black there. 2-D is probably like...blue/green. Murdoc is monoblack. Maybe a dash of red. Russel is Green/White Noodle starts out monored but she's red/blue now. Ash's Pikachu is Mardu.

Spider-Man: Far From Home Shrek 2 Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back Just a lot of s words, really.

PTSD is an awful thing. If you ever want to talk about it, let me know okay? You have me on discord. Also uhhhhh I got rejected for a job because I didn't ask enough questions in the interview. The day after talking to the boss for an hour over the phone clearing up everything I didn't already know about a job that I was already extremely familiar with. Gonna try contesting this in the morning, because it is a good job and boy do I need it, but for now I am still just pissed.

1:45 PM Aki cracked his neck back and forth as he stared at the adversary before him. He had wiped out a few dozen minor apparitions on his way up, mostly just so he wouldn’t have to step around them. And so, here he was at the top floor. Blood was splattered against the walls, and the mauled body of one who came before him lay on the ground, most definitely dead. Aki could vaguely recognize him by his clothes and the sword clutched in his hand (though said hand was a good six or seven paces from the rest of his body) as the braggart from the lobby who said the ghost would be taken care of by two. ”Well, at least he was right about one thing.” He adjusted his sunglasses, still wearing to protect his own vision from the light his ESPer ability gave off, before surveying the ghost before him up and down. ”Really? A PPL of 420? Who comes up with this shit…” The tips of his fingers began to glow, as he took a step forward. All he had to do was touch her, and he won. Even among ESPers, his soulblast was unreasonably strong. It should be able to get past her shield just fine. ”Alright, miss ghost. I was told you would be a dude, but who knows, maybe looks are deceiving, yeah? So how about you sit still while I-” his sentence was cut short by the ghost flinging her spiked ball directly at his center of mass, probably what had happened to the other guy. Of course, Aki wasn’t like that other guy. As if by reflex, a half-dome of golden triangles appeared in front of Aki, easily deflecting the attack, causing the ball to embed itself in the wall behind him. By some unknown mechanism, the chain had stretched to reach it, and even passed through himself and his shield, seemingly not quite as solid as everything else. ”Seriously, bitch? That’s how it’s gonna be?” Wandering the halls, seemingly lost, was a man who appeared to be in his early twenties. He walked with his legs stiff, swinging an aluminum baseball bat like a baton in his mockery of a march. He wistfully read the signs hanging by the different doors, wishing it would be as simple as one of them saying “big scary boss battle ghost here” but unfortunately, the floor planners did not have such insight. Luckily, his boredom was interrupted by the sound of a crash, and a yelp. Bursting into the office with the collapsed floor like some kind of action hero, the man hit the spirit square in the jaw with his bat, and from the point of impact erupted an explosion that blasted the creature’s head clean off, painting the wall behind it with grey ashes. The gargoyle, despite being headless, did its best to recover from the attack, but an equally devastating blow to the legs, followed by a relentless series of explosive stomps reduces it to nothing but ashes. After a few seconds of grinning and admiring his handiwork, the man turned to the girl, who seemed to be in quite a predicament, barely hanging on to the edge of the hole in the floor. Bending down, he extended an ash-coated hand to help the girl up. "Ah, um... thanks." Alice took the hand, getting back up on her feet and checking her clothes for any rips or tears. "That thing was smarter than I gave credit for." The man held back laughter, looking at the wall, plastered with its remains. "I dunno, its head looked plenty empty to me." "Probably because you blew it up with that bat of yours." "Bitch had it coming.” It was at this point that he first inspected his rescuee properly, surprised to see her PPL was a good deal higher than his own 201. ”So why's someone with your strength struggling against something so weak?" Scratching at the back of her head and suddenly avoiding eye contact, Alice responded "It's... complicated. Something confined to a single room isn't really my forte. I'd be better at destroying... like... a possessed house or something?" This time, he wasn’t able to stop himself from laughing out loud, bending over slightly to catching his breath before casually making his way out of the room, "So you're a homewrecker? Sounds about right. Maybe next time one of these weaklings is giving you trouble you should imagine it's an A-frame." "Ho, hold up!" Alice pursued the boy out of the room. Like hell she was going to just be called a homewrecker like that! "One, I'm only interested in single girls. Two, I've only ever wrecked my own houses, thank you very much. And three, my powers are too large-scale to use in an urban area like this, and totally useless indoors unless I'm fine with huge collateral damage! Which I'm not!" "If you break something just say a ghost did it." "That must've been a pretty big ghost," Alice muttered to herself. "Are all exorcists like this?" The man turned abruptly on his heel, scowling and pointing at her accusatorily, "Listen, I'm just answering a help wanted ad. I'm not part of some kinda church or any shit like that." "Hmm, guess we've got that in common at least. Partners? I know I didn't look very useful back there, but that was a one-time thing." "Sure, I guess. I'll make sure to defer to you if we come across a rogue trailer home." Dropping his right arm so as to lean slightly on the handle of his bat, he offered his left hand, adorned with a hard-knuckled glove. "Leo. And to whom do I owe the pleasure?" Alice reached out, taking the hand and giving it a firm shake. "Alice. If we actually do end up against some sort of trailer home, I'll tear it up real good!" After sweeping the scattered feathers off of a filing cabinet, the ESPer Detective John managed to bust the lock and pull out a small assortment of files on the boss monster, which he could now see was name of. Twilight Knight: Sabbatica. For the most part, the boss wasn’t too out of the ordinary, a low-speed, high defense enemy that used a shield to ward off ranged attacks while keeping the player away with a ranged weapon for zoning. Fairly standard boss design. The issue, however, came in the weapon she wielded. The Templar Comet was a flail with unusual range, with a specific quirk: it had a hitbox both on the initial attack, and on the return swing. This was where the issue arose between developers. The designer was adamant that the return swing have the maximum attack speed, as well as ignore all forms of armor. In essence, the flail was able to teleport directly into its target;s back. Instant Hit Aki couldn’t describe what had just happened. One second, the knight had left an opening and he was charging in toward it, protected on all sides by his Telekinetic Bulwark. The next, he was halted in place, feeling something wet running down his back as his vision closed in from all sides. He looked down, and his sunglasses fell to the ground. He could see one of the spikes of the maul had pierced all the way through his body. He could feel himself fading, his PPL dropping like a stone dropped out a window. He fell the the ground, and could see the enemy’s expression of indifference replaced by a quiet smirk that slowly changed to complete agony as his psychic force did its best to find a new home, giving the knight far more power than it was ever meant to have. The last thing Aki ever saw was the knight change from what could be described as a virtuous-looking girl, to anything but. OOC

I think they serve very different purposes. Franchise RPs definitely cater to a "this is the character I would add to this" kind of mentality. They ride off of the hype for the source material 9/10 times. People participating are in there because they are familiar with the thing and liked it. Or at least, that's why I join these things. Originals are definitely more open in what they can provide, and have the added advantage of the rules of the world being able to be shaped to the whims of the host, or with some arbitration, the players. I have made a fair chunk of originals. Emote, Aethertouched, Genome, Axon. I had another, Ærloom, that I had mostly finished but decided to shelf because I really wanted to do Axon, which is a big passion project of mine. To answer the question, I think I personally prefer originals. I feel that if a person is running an original RP, they put a lot of thought and heart into the setting and concept, and that shows a lot for its quality overall. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed my fair share of hopping on trends, but I think originals have a higher ceiling.

Monokuma is Black, Red, and White. Just look at him. Junko is Black, Red, and Blue. Ronald Mcdonald is Green/White.

Monokuma or Junko?

Gura is red. She is black/red.

Are you asking about gura or are you asking about her?

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Idk probably esper

my app will go here when I join in the second arc, on account of being unable to participate currently.

Contrary superpower is cute as hell, what are you on about

Ngl I think poipole wins it on its own but that's just me.

TRUE.

I don't think we should assume that an animal will know the proper procedure for putting out a fire. The reason humans need to be taught it is because the proper response goes against our instinct. And if you think about it, which do you think needs to be more instinctually prepared to catch on fire, a person, or a lion?