Logical Fallacies IIA particular tribe has two categories of tribesmen: Sunkind and Moonkind.When asked a question by an outsider, a Sunkind will always answer truthfully, whereas a Moonkind's answer will always be false. Apart from that, members of the two tribes are virtually indistinguishable, as they dress and behave identically.You've just met two tribesmen at a fork in the road. You have a hunch that the first is a Sunkind and the second is a Moonkind, but you haven't confirmed it.So you point at the first tribesman and ask: "Are you a Sunkind or a Moonkind?""I'm a Sunkind," he replies. Which is exactly how a Sunkind would answer that question.Then you point at the second tribesman and ask the same question.His answer: "I'm a Sunkind." Which is exactly the answer a Moonkind would give.You take these answers as proof that the first tribesman is a Sunkind, and the second is a Moonkind.Is this wise?
Logical FallaciesA particular tribe has two categories of tribesmen: Sunkind and Moonkind.When asked a question by an outsider, a Sunkind will always answer truthfully, whereas a Moonkind's answer will always be false.One day, you happen upon a member of the tribe at a fork in the road. You're sure he's either a Sunkind or a Moonkind, but you have no idea which one.So you ask him: "Excuse me, sir. Are you a Sunkind or a Moonkind?""I'm a Sunkind," he replies.What have you proven?
Character profile: Kara"The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. Gravity pulls all objects downwards, but there are methods of resisting it. A snake is a reptilian creature that does not have legs. Electronics will only work when plugged in, unless they have batteries. There is no such thing as a god or goddess. Such simple and infallible facts should always be kept to heart by an explorer such as myself." --KaraType of character: Sonicverse - Aganre sub-verseName: Kara ZinaksaAge: About 25Gender: FRace/species: Spectacled cobra (Mobian, Aganre-style)Occupation: ExplorerWeapon of choice: Crossbow w. sniper scopeFamily and associates:Eldest of four siblings. Single; has not yet been selected for a Test of the Gods.Appearance:Kara has the typical Aganre body and build. Her primary body color is a light yellow (FFFF00 in standar
Cartoon BullfightingBullfighting in cartoon worlds is significantly different from real-world bullfighting, owing mainly to the fact that the bulls are just as sapient as the fighters.Cartoon bullfighting is more like a cross between normal bullfighting and prizefighting. It's a duel between a heavyweight (the bull) and a lightweight (the bullfighter) in a large, circular dirt arena, where the bullfighter attempts to use wits and agility to defeat the bull, who attempts to use its sheer brawn to defeat the bullfighter. The first to flatten or otherwise incapacitate the other party wins the round; whoever wins two out of three rounds wins the match.Even after one participant has won the round, they are given extra time to play with their conquered opponent to humiliate them further (and entertain the audience even more). Then the fighters are allowed an intermission to rest up and recover. At the end of the match, the winner and loser are each given a quick 30-second interview fro
Character profile: Starke -Gift-"Good to see you again, mate. I was hoping-- WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?! GET OVER HERE! *GRAB* *SQUISH* Hmm... I'm in the mood for soccer tonight." --StarkeType of character: Cartoon 'verseName: Starke (pronounced "stark")Age: Unknown - seems to be in his 20's or 30'sGender: MRace/species: Werewolf (anthro); believed to be part kangaroo, but this is unconfirmedFamily: No known relatives.Appearance:Starke has an intimidating werewolf build, quite muscular and about a head taller than most anthros. He typically stands slightly hunched over. His primary body color is moderate gray, about A0A0A0 in RRGGBB hexadecimal; his muzzle and chest are a lighter gray with a hint of blue (AFB3D0). He has a section of longer spiky fur on his head that serves as hair; this area is a darker gray (707070).
Problem"What's your ****ing problem?!""You are!"
Bookwolf -Trade-Wolfen Down took a deep breath as he sat at one of the tables in the library's reading area. The lead he'd come to the city to pursue had turned out to be a bust, so here he was, hoping to kill time until Hisspan arrived to rendezvous with him.The wolf set the book he'd picked out in front of him. The title "PHOENIX" graced the front cover. According to the jacket, the book told the story of a Mobian phoenix with a shattered memory. The phoenix could remember that his name was Tip and that he was the prince of somewhere, but that was it. He toured the galaxies by whatever means he could, searching for clues about his identity. Wolfen had picked out the book because Tip's situation was so similar to his own.Maybe I'm the prince of some kingdom somewhere and I just don't know it. But then Havoc would probably have told me by now... oh well, let's get started.He started reading.The story opened in a spaceport called St. Nebula. &
What Makes a Fish a Fish?(Written by Anya Marasaka during a spell of boredom)What makes a fish a fish?There are many different types of fish, of all shapes and sizes. But they are all, undoubtedly, fish.The main defining characteristic of a fish is that it lives in the water, but is that enough to go by?There are birds that cannot fly, and mammals that lay eggs. And there are creatures which dwell in the water but are not fish.If a fish were to dwell on land and breathe air like we do, would it still be able to classify itself as a fish? If so, then why?Where can the border between "fish" and "not fish" be found?There are so many categories in the world that we take for granted, but that are impossible to explain simply without contradiction.If, tomorrow, I were to meet a creature that naturally walked on legs and did not inject venom nor constrict, yet still called itself a snake......how willing would I be to believe it?
Character profile: Pya"Unworthy? Don't be ridiculous. Worthiness is just a delusion. An ambassador like myself should never consider herself too important to spend time with the lower class." --PyaType of character: Sonicverse - Aganre sub-verseName: Pya Sosori (PIE-uh suh-SOH-ree)Age: Around 30Gender: FRace/species: Ball python (Mobian, Aganre-style)Occupation: Tribe ambassadorWeapon of choice: SaiFamily and associates:Middle of three siblings. Married to Tanjo Sosori (king cobra), the tribe's chieftain. Has four children.Appearance:Pya has the typical Aganre build. Her eyes are blue. Her main body is solid black, but her underbelly is white, and her black areas are covered in large, chocolate brown blotches of varying shapes. Two vertical stripes of the same brown cover the top of her head.As the tribe's ambassador, she dresses a bit more fancily than a commoner would. Sh
relying on your profession to make you bravethirty-six hour days and poorly brewed, gelatinous coffee pooling in your belly does not mean that you are a poet. the act of pulling on gloves and pressing your hands into a cold, stiffening cadaver does not mean that you are closer to god and therefore more capable of reaching others with your words. all it means is that you're dog tired, your eyes are red raw from over-blinking and your slim, pretty hands are shaking around that discoloured lung as you struggle to push vomit back down your throat; it means that, when you get home and tear out your notebook in a rush driven by sleep deprivation, you're nonsensical; it means that, when i stumble into bed at night and think of the words i've read today, i don't think about yours because they're as empty of life as the silent cadavers you tear apart. and i don't know about you, but none of that sounds particularly grandiose or poetic to me.
Writing Practice: Five Senses--Kenneth Young What does Kenneth SOUND like?Kenneth has a very down-to-Earth, informal way of speaking most of the time, even when he's trying to be serious, and has sort of a goofy, self-deprecating sense of humor. Though you would expect his voice to be deep and Schwarzenegger-like thanks to his huge musculature, he's actually more in the middle, though his voice gets a bit higher when he's over-excited or nervous. He also has an infectious and almost awkward-sounding laugh. It's actually been really difficult pinning down the perfect voice actor for Kenneth, though; I've junked at least 4 people who I've considered over the years. But I guess to give kind of an idea of his voice, I'd go with Chris Pratt for now, or Nathan Fillion as someone helpfully suggested. What does Kenneth SMELL like?Kenneth's smell is usually a combination of three things: Pert 2 in 1 Shampoo and Conditioner, Irish Spring bar soap, and either Right Guard
When The Cat KnocksWelcome back – please, sit down, take the weight off your feet, have some tea. I was just having a conversation with an old friend, and fixing up to call on her in her home at some point.I guess that’s one of the reasons I like to do home visits for security consultations and the like – I want to meet people and help them, as opposed to my younger days, when I wanted to meet people and take their valuables. That did not mean I did not get to know them as well – take, for example, the Chelsea housewife I met in the early eighties.It was at the height of the Sloane ranger movement, and this particular ground floor flat belonged to a scion of that movement. She was in her PR job that morning, so I decided to break in and relieve her debt burden somewhat. Entering the flat was easy enough, as I slipped into the front door as someone else came out, and then picked the lock.What I had not figured on was the fact she was a bit more organised
Family games timeYeah, Steve told me about what he did that afternoon, and it made me think about one of the visits I’d made before we headed over here. I’d picked up a few things about planning from him, and this particular home near me had caught my eye a few weeks ago, when I saw the mum bringing in some very expensive looking items from her car.I found out she ran a fashion boutique in town, and she lived with her eleven and ten year old daughters – no man about the house, which was a help to someone like me. So I decided to pay them a visit on the Sunday before we flew out. I spent the time learning their names – the mum was Tammy, and her daughters Nikki and Anna.So I drove round to their house on the Sunday, parking my car a few streets away and walking along the street. I had a black leather biker’s jacket over a roll neck sweater, tight leggings and knee length leather boots, with a small grey rucksack on my back, containing everything I
Midnight Cravings"I need to do my homework"but chocolate..."I know but,"but chocolate..."Oh come on, it's past midnight!"More like past time to eat chocolate."..."You should probably fix that..."I have five sentences left."Five sentences about chocolate?"No..."Then they can be done after we get back from getting chocolate."I'd have to drive all the way to the gas station..." and?"That's a ten minute drive."and?"It's past midnight!"It's chocolate!"I need to finish this essay." But! You also need chocolate!"..."Like NOW!"Right now?"Yessssss,...."Chocolate..."Chocolate.
Six-word story #2From sleep she awoke, still dreaming.
More PleaseDesire (verb)- to wish or long for; crave; wantWhat do I desire most?What do I wish upon a star for?What does my heart long for?What is it that I crave more than pizza?What is it that I am in want of?For most people, this might be a difficult question. It may take some thought - a few hours, days, weeks, even. Go on, try it. Decide on the one thing that you yearn for more than anything else you could possibly ever want. What is it? Money? Love? Power?I know my answer. I've known it since I was little.I want fat. To be fat. To love fat. To have and to hold fat. To be thick and never thin. Big and only growing bigger. Since that first big belly I saw when I was four years old, I've been incredibly jealous, and wanted nothing else but my own. Now I have one, but it isn't big enough.When I think of being fat, I don't think of a little extra pudginess here and there, like I have at this moment. Instead, I think of an elephantine frame that dominates a king-size bed, breaks the met
I Won't StopHis stomach is huge. I can't take my eyes off of it. He's so skinny - at least for now - and it pours out from him like a mountainous boulder. The skin glistens not only with sweat, but with how much it has stretched to accumulate the feast. While normally pale, it now glows pink with effort. Already there are thin stretchmarks forming.Running my finger from chest to bellybutton, I feel how hard it is. Taut as a drum, refusing to give an inch when I poke it forcefully. This draws a moan from his lips; he's still mostly unconscious. Sleeping off the stuffing. He's so sweet - didn't even bother trying to remove the feeding tube. Finally learned his lesson.Currently, the beautifully swollen young man lies in the centre of the bed. Stomach soaring upwards before crashing back down onto the mattress. As much as it has pushed forwards, it's distended outwards as well. Formed a huge, perfect dome the size of which a human stomach has never been before. Though still in slumber, it is clear e
Autumn DayShe lounged fireside beneath her favorite throw, basking in the birth of autumn. Raising a glass of warm cider to her lips, she sighed and lazily reached to scratch her tabby cat beneath the chin. “It’s a good day to read, isn’t it?” she said. He blinked slowly and purred back at her. “I thought so.” She took another sip of cider and opened her book to the familiar scent of crisp paper and the anticipation of another page.