Dysphoric Kitten

Yes, I am quite aware of the meaning the numbers have. I just much prefer either a centered dividing line or just a blank space about one or two enters (or are they called line breaks?) longer than a paragraph break. It is a completely superficial, subjective and inconsequential preference, but I am more likely to stop reading a story whose styling puts me off. That said, the worst book I ever read is "the Vampire Lestat", which was styled very well. So it really does not matter that much. And you are completely welcome! Not only do I enjoy reading and helping, I enjoyed your story.

I hope you know my drill - I shoot everything I think, as I think it, chronologically. That way you can understand better what went wrong, I think. Feel free to ask me about my reactions. Also, I have not read what Mark told you, so if I feel like an echo, I apologise. Wait, Elyse is a boy? I was fully (yes, fully) expecting a girl or woman, possibly an elf-type creature of female anatomy. This instantly threw me off, which might be good (making me see that it is not what I expect) or bad (makes me pause and break stride) Yay, I was just jumping to conclusions! (I saw his mother telling everyone in kindergarten or first grade who he is) Okay, I feel like an idiot. You should probably ignore both of these comments. How old is James? Showing us his mother so soon, as well as calling her 'mom', made me believe he was a boy, but he acts like a skirt-chaser (I do not know the actual word) in his early twenties. I was content to ignore the blue 1, but the 2 is just too much there. I don't really like that division, it feels (to me) like sources in a research. If it is not terribly important to you, you might consider changing it. If she said anything about mingling, he probably did it in the past. Not sure if he chased a skirt before, but it feels obvious to me that he will this one. Whoa, creep. You have not talked to her yet, and you already have fantasies about her? (this is, of course, exaggerated) "Please, call me James" skirt-chaser. Also, the thought that comes afterwards tells me that he is nervous, that he knows it, and that it has happened before. The former two are self evident by the description in the sentence just before it. Therefore, I think it does not fit there - feels clumsy. Either throw it (as it serves little purpose and might trip someone), or put it in a different place. Wow, he does advance quickly (disappointment, so soon?). Also, I believe that there is no other place for that thought. Dead-end is weirdly associated with death, and sometimes murder, for me. I am trying to get rid of that association, but in the meanwhile, it feels really strange. He has something to give the maid? Really? If she does not label him a skirt-chaser, the rest of the staff will. Okay, not funny. Too soon, with too much of a power difference for it to be a laughing matter, his being someone she should especially remember. It implies the boss (him) wanting the employee (her), which is one of the more problematic things today. Basically, we have one of the best settings for sexual assault right there, and he jokes about them being together (which is also banned by the rest of the society) when they did not have even one decent conversation. You catch my drift? Okay, she took it in stride. I like her. And his eyes followed her hands. Skirt-chaser. Uhm, it is not clear that those really are her favourites, as opposed to her persona saying it. It is not clear when the transition happened. So does she know her job or not? I am guessing she did mostly the same in the other household, after all... Is she a maid or a cook? You drew a distinction, and now you combine the two. made me stumble just a tiny bit, but even a tiny bit is something. I know that it is somewhat nitpicky, but it screws somewhat with the internal consistency of the story. If he says it reluctantly and after some thought, he is almost deliberately making rumors. Ooh, she looked over her shoulder at him. He is definitely not going to stop anytime soon. Interesting, you are alluding to the same inappropriate relationship as I did, implying the father might do something. Is she really that special, Elyse? If so, would you care to describe how? Small typo - you describe the sunset, then her eyes. They should be full of life, not live. That storm startled me. In my mind-film, the previous shot was of him being all inappropriate in his room, the afternoon sun shining into the stone chamber, then we have a storm so fierce and dark? Plus, in retrospective - how did he not hear the wind howling outside? We have cars! So this is a modern manor! Ooh, she is cold to him. And they were an hour late. Are you more than just implying something had happened? Is that a part of the plot? Oh, curtsying feels the tiniest bit wrong, but only because I just discovered this is modern-day. Please be aware that it classifies them as old fashioned to the point of romanticism, even though that clashes with the fact that they own at least one car. Yay! Random magic! And of an interesting type, as well. Please, when she talks, describe her voice. I was entirely sure it was the mother. I don't like that "hell" you put in there. I would change or cut it, but that it me. Describing her with long eyelashes makes me think she has makeup on, as well as fake lashes. It broke my illusion that she was sort of innocent in real life, and if I connect her suggestive ("knowing") look before, it seems as if she is deliberately trying him. Okay, he tells his employee that he will take her out to a road trip. Moreover, it is to a place that she probably has been to, if I understood correctly. And she asks him to promise... I don't get it. Haughty and inaudible? I can't make sense of it, is that combination possible? She is "sad" and acts in an untypical way. Almost sounds like she is depressed. Part five, paragraph five - squeaked in surprised surprise Is he a well built 17 or 18 year old? I was assuming he is sort of a 15 year old, hormonal, and that she was a year or two older (debatable), and a bit taller than he. He really seems to be a half child, half man. And entirely skirt-chasing Can't help but love her, eh? She is rather charming and cute. I like the touch about her being genuinely surprised that people think she is good-looking. I am the same, and I know quite a few girls who are that way. Seems to fit, you know? Later in that same paragraph, she's unusual unusually shy. Can't really blame it on "women". And it does not seem right. It is probably very right, though. Part six, paragraph five: someone must have opened a windows window Thanked the gods? In this modern, western manor? Must be an important detail. Most would miss it. A girl ruins his reputation? Not that modern after all. And the reputation must be fairly specific. Guess: it might be another girl, whose soul was captured because her image was captured into the fan. Does not seem right, as they have no responsibility for other girls, and should not have to explain their loss of memory. And I did not connect all her symptoms with the her loss of memory. What? Sorry, I am lost. If this story is published as one piece with no chapter brakes, I would finish it. If it is published with these two submissions being separate chapters, I would put it down right here and now. Regardless, I will read and review the next chapter. Overall, I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing this really fun piece!

Another week and another submission! This time, my first short story! Pretty excited, I think it was a bit more polished than most of my previous ones, I wonder if you think it is good as well. Obviously, this is somewhat inspired by "Interview with the Vampire", and I think it shows (especially in Shannon). Please tell me about everything. If you happen to have anything to say about the old Harry or about Shannon, these are the ones I am least sure about. Also, I wonder if the setting is clear (added it in a later edit), and if the whole plot and everything made sense as a whole. WARNING: There is a definite, very strong sexual theme here. Some might think that this is too explicit, so please, if you are easily offended by these themes, either choose not to read this, or read it and be prepared to put it down. I think that there are two, maybe three very specific and short points where it might be too much - and these are just the extremes of the story. I think that if you are able to stomach these, you might find yourself enjoying the story. If you cannot, please do yourself a favour and stop reading. I would rather have less reads and reviews than have you hurt by my writing.

Everybody, this is the time to say Mazal Tov! I just measured my now-submission-ready story ("History of Equality"), and it is technically almost 200 words above the flash fiction limit, which is about twice my biggest piece so far! So you are most probably going to get a short story from me tomorrow. Sorry, by the way, I know that this is sort of spam - I just had to share in one way or another, and submitting a day too soon seemed like bending the rules just a bit too much. Love you all! *kisses a random person on the lips* *startled, Mark punches Tal in the face* *Tal, too excited to notice, waltzes away with a broken nose and a red-stained shirt* *Minotaur sees red and charges, frenzied* *Tal ignores getting squashed by two hundred kilos of muscle* *Chuck Norris is impressed* (okay, that is certainly enough foolishness)

It's a rough story. Very natural that you have not picked up on this, as it is quite odd to write an environmental story about good people who fail because they are idiots, especially since this was not a well written, nor clear, piece. I understand that now, in retrospect.

I will be up for next Monday, too. I have three different pieces I can send, and I have not yet chosen which to send - feel free to tell me what seems the most interesting to you, or ask me about them via PM. They are: "Poems 1" - collection of poems "the History of Equality" - will probably end up a short story "a Bowl of Fava" - flash fiction, at least so far

Thank you for dropping in! Asimov is one of my favourite authors, and that story changed me somewhat. The layout was taken from 'the Last Question', that is true. I am sorry the story was not clear, but I submitted it in a rush, because at the last moment, I lost the poem collection I was going to give you, and I had nothing else up my sleeve. This was an idea that struck me just days before, and I had very little time to write it and make it clear, so it sort of came out as a first draft. Uhm, this is not a corporation ruining the earth, but the opposite in reverse. Yeah, I know. Sounds strange to say it. Basically, Tony Gillgiver is the saviour of mankind, and he is the person who made us go all environmental. Every character here is dim, at least to an extent, and humanity is just as dim, sometimes more. Every time, the TONY corporation (sort of the environmentalist front line) tries to make it all better, but the human race is just so intellectually dead that they just move from place to place and die in space. Yes, depressing story, but it is almost plausible, the way we are headed. If you liked this, you might want to try "Washed Orchards", which I think is my best piece so far. It has been sent to RE three weeks ago, I believe.

It seems that you have corrected the typos by yourself. When I have time, I will try and do a typo witch-hunt using the "comment" feature in Docs. You do mention that it is blunted in the new version, then there are places where it says "wooden" again. In the last paragraph, for example. I saw that you inserted some foreshadowing, but I did not see anywhere that you said he was magic before showing us, much less the limits. I still think that ideally, he loses this match. By the way, when I said I wanted her to win, I meant that I thought it was better for the story, made more sense, and was a better result.

Yeah, the laxative was clear. It was also clear, at least to me, that because of the extreme amount, he was going to either die from being poisoned, from the acids pumping through his whole digestive system, or from some other result of the laxative. This really is dangerous - here is a link about the dangers of an overdose (and it seems to be talking about doses twice to five times in size, not the super-extreme overdose you have here): http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/002586.htm

WARNING: this is my traditional review of all my thoughts, in chronological order, unedited. That means that not only is it not really insightful (due to my being new and having virtually no insights about fiction), it may frequently result in walls of text. The upside - you get all the details about how my mind worked while digesting this, which brings you to the root of the issue a bit more directly, I believe. Riders with horses? That name, Liorel, indicaes a fantasy setting? Also, younglings does not feel right. So they are horses? Talking horses? Fantasy it is, I guess... (younglings still feels wrong) Are they Centaurs or limbed horses? (younglings still is askew for me) Ooh, hunting centaurs! That is new! I like it! Okay, the creatures have horns - and are completely unclear to me. For now, they will be blobs of all sorts of animal parts, including a trunk, antennae, and a three pink pinknesses. Might even add a cherub's tiny wings to make them more interesting. But I think then they will just look like mistwraiths... Twang and projectile means either a bow-like weapon, or a clockwork rifle. I'll go with rifle, because Centaurs (and sentient mistwraiths) use bows. Plus, Sander-rifles are cool. The childling thing calls his mother person "Lanna". Interesting, I will remember that it is a sort of more formal relationship, somehow. Also, the Sanderifle did not hurt him. So he has metal skin. I think this is getting out of hand, Mark. "Your lanna" - uncapitalised so lanna is a term, a title. Something parallel to mother, or different but related, then? Okay, no idea what just happened, but they appearantly got hurt or something. "Flying thing" probably means that it was a slower projectile. We see no arrow, so I guess it is a smaller projectile, perhaps a rock with a sling? Also, I take it that there is no iron skin. It still is rather a complicated animal, don't you think? Flipped by the force of the blow - that indicated a high-velocity, high-mass object with a large are of contact. My only guess is a small cannonball. And I am guessing it is still spring-propelled, as no bang has been referred to, only twangs. Okay, children and horror. The typical fun. This gets me glued, but the review has made me doubt that I know what is happening, as every detail makes me scrap previous theories. Also, if these are horse-things, I do not think horses tend to jump... Oh, and you are vegan, right? Because it seems we will witness a slaughterhouse-type horror, of the type that usually veganazis force you to listen to. (note: I do not mean that you are a veganazi, just a real animal activist) Oh, okay... Minotaurs. I am not sure how she threw the kid across her back, as - according to what I know - Minotaurs tend to stand upright. Maybe he was on her shoulder or something... Anyways, yeah. I am not really that smart, sorry. Is the girl a Minotaur rights activist? Oh, right... Aren't Minotaurs normally seven feet tall? I thought they were normally taller than humans - I would give a tall Minotaur eight feet, at least. But that is me, and I am not the author. I really am an idiot. A heavy crossbow makes sense. Also, wow. We men are brutal creatures. Chapter 1 Okay, really war type. I have plenty of war at home, which means you have to be very enjoyable for me to read you. Also, he likes his hair. Why is he sweating so much if he has not even drawn his sword yet? Is he that nervous? Shield. I am disappointed. From the leather handle, I was thrown to the katana, which I think is the best sword there is. I have never heard of a katana being used alongside a shield, so I am sorry to say that this is not the legendary Japanese sword. When you mention the heart bursting from his breastplate, you can either tell that (the event) will not be surprising; or you can tell that (the breastplate) is past it's prime. When I read it, it sounded like the heart was past it's prime, with red marring the iron. "was tossed" implies, to me, great force or distance; or ease of the feat. Heaved says it was not easy. So either the imp is small and heavy (and tossable to a distance), or it was not tossed. _____ Is it a boy or a young man? It seems to be a young man, but if so, please don't make the first external impression we have of him be "boy". Say that a bit later. Also, nothing much to say about everything up to the end of the fight, except "if he is so good, why is he so unknown, and why is he gladiatoring against tiny lesser imps?" By the way, the impact and the blood quickly unsharpen swords and knives, I can only guess that it is the same with the spear. I think it is sensible to see him clean the steel as soon as he can. Again, master Lorenzo? He has all this money? And he just gladiators in the same ring as a boy who had never fought anything in his life, not even a tree trunk? Explain. He is young... How young? Cheating. Watching others' technique when you have not shown your own. Especially since you are trying to show us how good he is, and if he is that good, it is just an unfair move. Why are you alluding to Brutus in this world, which is a mash of everything? Oh, right. Women. They were a bit objectified here, but I will let it pass. But really, how young is he? Is this a Batman thing? The servant referring to the rich highly-trained combatant as "young master"? From now on, Brutus will be British in my head. Also, I am betting that he will fight against the blonde and/or she will be his love interest. They will not be just friends, though. That is how literature works these days. Oh right, they are both completely straight, too. Because nobody invented being queer yet. Thank you very much for describing her without lipstick. I respect you a bit more now. Relatedly, thank you for describing mainly her face. So everybody knows he is "Master Lorenzo". Sort of strange. I am all for them not being together, and for them not talking, but why is he so rude that he "pushes past her and shoulders her out of the way"? IS he generally that rude, or does he hate goddesses and people who might be as good as he? Right, because eating with your mouth full is more rude then pushing someone. And the next day, still rude. And seems to not get the fact that he is so. I do not understand your system. Let's say there are seventy contestants and five Equos. We take the contestants and let them compete until only five are left. Then every Equo is allowed to choose an apprentice, but not from the five: they choose from the seventy. What does that ranking give? Why not do it until we have one best fighter, or do it until there are thirty, or until there are forty two, regardless of the number of Equos? Why not eliminate until there are winners double in number than Equos (or triple), then have it strongly suggested that they choose mainly from this (somewhat larger) group, giving a more viable group to choose from? Guarenteed to be chosen? Feels like either cheating or Hubris. How does Aldo know the sixty year old official's sight has not faded at all yet? There is no evidence up until now, and it seems he does not know the official personally. And what are "unhesitating decisions"? A wooden sword filled with lead? To make a blunt, heavy weapon? Why not have a blunted sword, or an unsharpened one? "He came up swinging, the blade going low and catching the brutish boy at the ankles. He fell hard on his back, his sword falling from his fingers." The second sentence of this sequence is a different "he", which does not work for me. Please explicitly say that it is Gaius. The man is a jerk, too. Kicking sand into the eyes of a fallen opponent, who is not a foe. I think it would be more correct to say "assumed his seat" than "resumed his seat" Interesting fight scene, but I think she was too emotional. He is a filthy cheat, bringing dice to a card game. I would not be surprised if he is disqualified because with a real sword he'd have died, or if someone noticed and it got him into trouble. Additionally, I would much rather have her win. There are a couple typos I did not mention, but can show in the comments you if you publish a Google Doc or something.

Before I follow up with my typical review, I wanted to mention what I though on a quick read, and these are the strongest and most important comments: I noticed no real fault in your writing itself - but then again I am probably not a good enough writer to be an indication. I felt that no affinity with these two loafers. And the moment they commit manslaughter (and yes, I believe that it is manslaughter), I profoundly dislike them. And then they make things worse by limiting Chad's chances, as they are delaying going to the hospital. By the last sentence, I was all "Yeah, the food will stay uneaten - but only because you killed him". I do not know if that was your intention, but that is how I saw the events. I like your beginning, how you describe the day. I missed you mentioning they were three the first time I read it. Probably just me, though. When telling us Todd can converse at all times (which I just decided to try myself ), you accidentally say Mark is the person who talks while sleeping. Or it was otherwise unclear to me who you were talking about. "A herd of children" - Finally! Someone understands! I have been referring to them that way for years now, as they tend to bunch together and run everywhere as a group, but nobody seemed to understand my use of the term, nor did they want to. But finally, for the first time in a long time, I hear somebody who understands that they are a herd! As a metric person (from Israel), I have learned to deal with books mentioning feet or inches, but when someone says "ounces" it feels like the wrongest thing in existance. Especially since there are like at least seven ounces in use today. America, I fear, is hopelessly stuck with the worst system currently in use, just because it is historically accurate. So they are worrying over the bathroom when they are basically killing a person? Wow, this is a really low comment count, compared to other reviews I made. I guess that is a good sign, eh?

Welcome, Ash! (let me see if I can make it through the whole post without a single Scadrial reference) We are glad to have you here, and we welcome you here! I really have little to say, except maybe that if you happen to see any book by Etgar Keret, especially the short story collection "Pipelines", give it a go. He is known here for his flash fiction, which I love, and is characterized by very informal writing and very original (and sometimes insane) plots, twists on the world and ideas in general. I am not quite sure if he was translated well into English, but it is probably worth a shot. Oh, we have Juugatsu as well! Ehm... I do not have too much to say to you either... So welcome! Glad to have you here with us! And feel free to try Etgar Keret as well

Please, guys, post! I will gladly read it, no matter the day or two delay. I think most people here think similarly as well.

I have an unfinished story and a poem collection to run through you (I hope they are sharp), which means I might post sometime next week - I think we all need some rest from me. Sorry for the early notice, I just know I'll forget you if I don't post here today

That is all. The human race just died. Nowhere to continue. Except in a neg-version with other animals. Sorry for the tense and preposition stuff - I write/talk instinctually, and rarely can distinguish between more complicated tenses, or follow these small rules... Comes when you talk more than you study, I guess. I still need a ton of work. I also want to say - these people are stupid, and they become progressively more important (with the exception of 4, whom I would like to fix). Like, dead grass growing on animals -- that is called fur. I wonder how to make that clearer... Note: I might be so casual about the garbage falling because I am used to A. a more dense population by several orders of magnitude B. the offending objects being intentionally aimed to kill C. the offending objects being rockets All of which I am really casual (afterthought-y) about. Perhaps because it rarely hits anyone. The door was holed by rocks from the asteroid belt. Perhaps I am too sciencey, so I assumed it was sort of obvious that at the asteroid belt, you will be hurt by asteroids. That is a statistical certainty. I am surprised you liked that - I shall need to revamp this considerably. Any more notes are welcome, of course!

As usual, people. I have this small hunch that this is not even halfway decent, but I did my best with this stupid idea. I intended to give you something I think is better, which is a collection of my poems. Maybe next time. Would you like that?

I see you did not yet have the time to incorporate any of the changes we discussed experimenting with. Just to make sure - we still do need to figure out a bit more about Anna, and redirect her towards her proper country of origin. Feel free to contact me whenever. Not even Anna Malihi? Interesting... That should have been memorable enough. It might change, though... Agreed!

Yeah... the problem is, I don't have Word. Not ever since I discovered Office is on a rental plan, which I think is not worth it. I never needed any feature over WordPad, except the occasional group editing/commenting, which I do with Google Drive. When I try to open it either through Drive or WordPad, it displays the text I have written of, and through Pad, it also proclaims that some features (presumably comments/annotations?) are unavailable to me. Sorry for the problems I am making.... Is there any chance you can share me into the original Google Doc? Yeah, that sort of thing is considered unheard of or impossible for men to go through. Let me assure you, about ten percent of men are survivors of that, and one of six (or three, depends), has gone through something on the spectrum leading to this extreme form of abuse. It just is ignored. I do not want to explicitly write this or what it is about, as I think it will subtract from the piece and it's charm, plus saying it out blatantly in the story makes it less flexible in how people think of it. Do you agree? Do you guys think it holds well even without being completely understood in all levels?

What I received was just a .docx containing just my piece, with one line added at the bottom saying "Robinski's comments". I would not mind you sharing the doc you have made, with all the comments as they are on the doc - I am very used to that way of commenting. As for your theory, you are very close, and I bet that if you pay attention to all the odd details, you could get the exact nature of that event, as well as where he is at the moment. Yes, he is insane. And yes, I wrote a scene from my own life, distorted, with a madman as the hero. I do that. I might need to make changes to both tighten (extremely likely) and improve hints (likely as well), both of which I will need someone directing me to achieve. This is the hidden information, in case you do not want to have more time consumed just for the sake of the puzzle: For that reason, I would not call this piece abstract - it contains the exact reality he is in, which means the world percieved by a madman. It is our world, it just has a lens in front of it that you need to remove. Yes, there are deep emotions. I feel very strongly about this matter, and I feel that I know enough about it. I wanted to write a piece that shocks you the way it shocks a victim of this plague that will just not stop. Hope you enjoyed it!

I am not sure about offensive capabilities, but this is sure of some scholarly interest. Here is why: Two lines of warding can collide this way. Now, for all of you speculators out there, here is your chance to pitch in.

Oh, makes sense. I just tend to be rather thick at times...

Wait, what? Was I talking about Kandra?

I have a handful of poems, but we already established that this group barely does poetry. Moreover, they are not particularly good. I am only going to submit if nobody wants to, as I think everyone (especially me) would prefer to let new people and/or stories and/or anything else be submitted in my place. Really, if any of you want to submit, I will be the last person to stop you from doing that.

Alternate Epic #1: "Superstition" Powers: What I believe, or convince myself in, will be true for me. The assumption, of course, is that the system I believe in is internally consistent, balanced and not what is considered OP in books like Sanderson's. This means direct influence over anyone is impossible for me, but if I believe that I am a rioter, I can swallow Zinc and burn it, utilizing the power as a real Rioter would. I cannot use two contradictory beliefs at the same time, for example, I cannot be a Windrunner-Edgedancer, and if I believe that I have 10k breaths, people will see the light distortion. note: if I honestly believe that I am a gifter, it will be true. If I honestly believe I am a Windrunner, I will need to find stormlight. If I honestly believe that gravity does not work on me, I might just "float the storm away". But if I honestly believe that someone else is a Mistborn, I might just give them heavy metal poisoning. Inherent Weaknesses: This power is directly capped by what I can really believe, as well as what my minions can. It makes for very few people who I can really transfer to and be effective, and I am not sure how good I am in fooling myself. When a belief system is proven inconsistent, it will be unusable for me until I fix it. Epic Weakness: If I am too engaged in something (e.g. a book, or something that is happening), my powers are void. I will not be aware of it unless I happen to be actively using the powers at the moment. This means that in really dangerous situations, I am basically human, and thus checkmating me by giving me an engaging survival challenge can take away all of my defenses, as well. Costume: Probably some homage to favorite books. Like a mistcloak or something. Or a different sort of clothing each day (according to mood). Typical week: Suit, Biker, Leather, Casual, Gay, 17th century France, Blade Runner, Naked Evil: Making homages to possibly obscure events, books, and anything in between. A hook down a neck, suspending a corpse in a flying position, that kind of thing. Also, anything else other Epics do. Alternate Epic #2: "Faceshift" (also named in the streets "Elaine de Sad", a name I told my minions to spread, after the known sadist) Powers: Control over the body's form, which gives me the ability to control how my body is, including muscle, bone and fat amounts and their location, colour of the skin, eyes and hair, height, gender, as long as it can still be considered human. Invisibility, or example, is not a possible feat using it. I usually spend my time as a female whom I would be attracted to - hence the nickname "Elaine". Complementary power - self-healing and reformation of the body. Defaults to current state of the body. While not exactly prime invincibility (it is not regeneration), it does make me harder to kill. Weakness: Learned, well-practiced practicioners of medicine (most chiefly, doctors). If I am aware of their immediate presence (i.e. that they are doctors and close), I cannot use the first power. If they wound me in any way, this wound could not be healed by my second power. It can be healed by time or medicine. Alternately, my powers are void without the bracelet. Costume: Changes with the faces. The vast majority of the time, it will be tailored to complement the body well, although sometimes it will be utilitarian, for example when the body is made for combat. A friendship bracelet will always be present, with stripes in these colours: White, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Violet, White. Evil: I would not like getting my beautiful body and clothing soiled by the unworthy humans, so all killing will be either at a distance or in a way that produces very small amounts of blood. Instead, this Epic's casual evil ranges from the rare torture to the more common acts of sexual abuse, rape, and sexual acts that are public and humiliating - partially because they are so damaging to the soul. This is done by both genders, to people of both genders.

Sorry, I never got it... What was all that funny in the name? It does not remind me of anything, even saying it aloud many times over. Could you, like, hint me?