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If don't get more PSP nominations by Thurday I'll probably call it at 16 but if even one more nominations I will also nominate and then aim for 32.
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Tormented, known as Ash or Ashley, has foregone many of the necessary roles of a leader. He has shed the more feminine aspect of his name, "ley", and monikers a identifying signal of his own mental state. As the creator of NCM, and the guide of rebellion against, YCM, Ash displays an ordinance of control, perspective, and outcome that comes from collectively bringing together a group of liminal agents, on the outskirts of jouissance, desire, and familial bonds. By forgoing his own appearance, "clothes", in this sense, and constructing a more mythical narrative behind his persona through personality, title, and model, Ash exposes the ontological boundary between being and becoming, between appearance and performance. In this essay, I will expose the nature of this gap that Ashley illustrates, illustrating that it is not his "clothes" that matter, nor his it the words that he delivers; it is through the community which recognizes his "clothes" and performance which sustain the illusion. Instead of Hans Christian Anderson's "Emperor's New Clothes", Ash's own ontological leadership is much more along the lines of him wearing clothes, and we all call him naked.
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Been on a bit of a Ratchet & Clank kick lately. Sadly no PS5 means no Rift Apart, but at least I've done some related drawings, including a new OC~
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With the might of all the students who bravely joined the brawl, the chaos came to a concise end. Flynn picked himself up, and dusted off his pants. He had never used his abilities in a real fight before, but he was glad that they could be used to save people. Flynn waved to the crowd who had been cheering him on during the fight. "I thank you, my friends! Please look forward to my next performance! I'm counting on you!" With a finger pointed to the sky, the cry of an eagle would seemingly ring out from nowhere. “Oh, you kids aren’t half bad! Doesn’t look like anyone’s dead. That’s better than usual!" Usual?? Did this happen often during opening ceremonies at Dead End Academy?! Along with this elderly gentleman, two adults appeared. The man was enormous in stature, and the lady looked scary to approach. They seemed to be at odds with each other. “Name’s Aife. Don’t let the stick up his ass tell you otherwise. Don’t mind me, I’m just seeing if any of my posse’s here." Presumably, the gangs that had attacked them must have been part of her class. Maybe a rival faction within the school, even? A place where Rivals went to School with each other didn't seem like such a bad spot. “I’m here for the same thing. Mr. Klein will take you all on the school tour.” He informed in a pleasant tone. “Actually, Ken and Aife, I was wondering if you all could help these freshmen out,” Mr. Klein stated. “Some of them are obviously really injured, and we all know my old bones don't let me move around like I used to...." With a mutter, Mr. Ken began to amass students atop his shoulder, carrying the injured with ease. “I’d appreciate any help you freshmen might give us.” Flynn watched as the girl he had helped before crumbled to the ground. “Ah, shit. I forgot I was even injured,” Flynn offered his hand to her. "Please, allow me to escort you to the medical facility." Whether she accepted or not, Flynn replied to Mr. Klein's query. "I remember hearing a shrill cry from beyond the forest...some sort of creature's. It vanished just as we were attacked by all of these...students? No doubt they were mind controlled by it...maybe those weak of will are affected more strongly by its hypnosis." -
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