• LNH: Hungry, Hungry Sabertooths! #50.6pi

    From Drew Nilium@21:1/5 to All on Sat Aug 27 04:18:42 2022
    XPost: alt.comics.lnh

    #50.6pi

    "What? No!" said Tara. "You can't--you can't just throw your life away for me. We're *all* coming back, right?"

    "Yeah!" said Merissa. "You think we're giving up now?"

    Occultism Kid shook his head. "I am not throwing my life away, I am following the course it's taken for a long time. Magic is the manipulation of Drama. Nothing more, nothing less. And the flow of drama requires that I follow this path. Merissa--you have perhaps the strongest innate connection to Drama of any LNHer. You can feel it, can't you?"

    Merissa looked down and to the side. "...yeah."

    "Then there you have it." He looked Tara in the eye. "You're starting a new chapter of your story, Tara. You and Cat. But the last chapter of my story ended by remaking the multiverse. I've been trying to keep going from there, and training my apprentice has been rewarding... but I've been ready to move forward, and I can't. I'm stuck. So maybe this is for the best."

    "...I can't accept it," said Tara. "But I guess I can understand."

    "That's good enough," said Occultism Kid. He turned to Kid Occultism Kid. "I'm sorry to be leaving this way."

    Kid Occultism Kid nodded, somberly, holding their gaze on Occultism Kid so it couldn't break. "I understand why you have to do this, that it is part of your fate, and I will not try to stop you. But..." Their skin flushed and their pupils dilated. "I do wish we would have had more time together. You are a good mentor, and a good friend, and..."

    Occultism Kid waited for his apprentice's rushing thoughts to slow, taking them in in these last moments.

    They let out a breath. "Well, if I cannot say it now, when can I say it? ...I fear I may become lost without your guidance."

    He smiled. "I was just thinking, yesterday, that I wasn't ready to retire, because you weren't ready to take my place... but I realized I was wrong, had been wrong, the moment you beckoned us on this journey. You are arrogant and you are pushy and you are flashy and loud beyond the point where it's cute... and you are wise, perspicacious, ingenious and daring. You are ready to step beyond my guidance, into mutual counsel with your peers. You are, once more, Occultism Kid."

    Finally, they dropped their gaze, as their eyes began to shimmer with the suggestion of tears; they reached out and clasped his hand and returned his smile. "Then go with grace and speed, never looking back. Thank you for everything, David."

    "...his name is David?" whispered WikiBoy. Merissa, Tara, and Cat all shrugged.

    Occultism Kid squeezed his apprentice's hand, and then let go. He walked to the center of the stage, and stood, waiting.

    "Remember," the RACCelestial Madonna whispered to Catalyst Lass, "you'll have a price to pay too. If you get closer to her when this is all over--and you will--at some point, she'll know about the life you had before. About--" [A plot dangler that's been around since Particle Man #21--Footnote Girl, not this again]

    Cat nodded silently. "I know. She's worth it."

    "Then we shall begin."

    VAMMO Woman stood on the right side of Occultism Kid, and Ending on the left. They each took one of his hands. The lights in the theater begin to dim. A silver nimbus of light began to grow around Occultism Kid. There was, quite literally, magic in the air. Deep, powerful, catastrophic, like that which he'd tasted at the climax of Beige Midnight, the act of creation and creativity that had taken so much from him. He could feel the physical pressure of the Drama in the air.

    "This kind of thing is the exact reason I never joined the NTB," Occultism Kid muttered to himself. "Ah well."

    Ending squeezed his hand. "It'll be OK," she said.

    "'Be not afraid,'" said Occultism Kid. "I know that one. I am afraid, a little--of stepping away from all that responsibility, even though I'm well aware I need to."

    "Don't worry," said Ending. "There'll be others who follow your footsteps. And the other's, too."

    "The--oh never mind. Well, I know. Bearing that weight has defined who I am for so long. I don't know who I'd be without it."

    "Then let yourself find out," said said VAMMO Woman. "Open yourself up to the Astral Plane..."

    "...the place of beginnings," said Ending.

    And indeed there was a mist that had entered the room, and a thick gathering of stars that shone within that mist--a common manifestation of the Astral Plane, the primal aether from which all worlds were born.. It shone bright with the energy of endless possibility.

    "Oooh, shiny," whispered Merissa.

    Ending took his right lapel, and VAMMO Woman his left; and like a caterpillar leaving its skin, Occultism Kid shed his trenchcoat. As he did, the shape of his soul was exposed in the bright stage lights, and he felt a strange shiver run thru him, of a vulnerability he had not known for a long time.

    But he was far from done. He stepped out of his shoes, pulled off his shirt, let his pants fall to the floor; Cat and WikiBoy looked away, and Merissa giggled quietly. He took off his socks and his boxers, the mist of the Astral Plane growing thicker and keeping the scene PG-13, but he was still not done. VAMMO Woman took his left hand, and Ending his right; and they pulled.

    He felt layers of pain slipping away, the tiredness that had blanketed his body since Neme.sys, the sleepless anxiety that had lay beneath his mind since the Book of Deus Ex Machinas, the aching sadness that had seeped into his soul since the Legion of Occult Heroes' world rotted away. The long, heavy weight of the spell he'd cast to end the story of Beige Midnight, exhausting him utterly. Now that weight had lifted. That story was long over, and a new one could begin.

    "OK," whispered Tara, "can someone tell me what the Hell(tm) is happening?"

    "I thought Hell(tm) was a Superguy thing," said Cat.

    Occultism Kid's skin, his human body, slid open, to reveal his astral form; but that form reached within itself, and pulled, the pattern of beingness peeling away bit by bit, undoing itself.

    "He's... he's transforming into astral matter," said WikiBoy. "Like Dot, in Constellation back in the day. That was a good series."

    The bodiless sensation was like pain and satisfaction and humiliation and glory all at once. Occultism Kid could feel his apprentice watching, and wondered if this was what rebirth had been like for them; but he knew that it was different each time you passed thru. His self-image, the layers of formality, peeled away, one by one, each layer dissolving into astral mist, until what was left was a speck of light that twinkled like a star, shining thru the thick fog.

    VAMMO Woman and Ending stepped back, letting the star shine. "Now," said VAMMO Woman, "you must find the spirit that dances with yours. The being in the world that you most vibe with."

    "...really?" muttered Merissa.

    The point of shimmering beingness that had been Occultism Kid opened up, the light-beyond-light of the Astral Plane shining thru him. He could see the lives that had touched his... the billions, trillions, of softly shining threads connecting him to the Deep Omnilooniverse... the brighter, warmer threads connecting him to his friends and allies, the cool, fluorescent ones connecting him to his enemies, the complex tertiary colors linking him to people like Doctor Stomper and GrimSloth... and one that shone past any of them, representing a unique connection, stronger than any romantic feeling that had ever chanced across his mind.

    He pulled on the thread, pulling whatever was on the other end towards him; or maybe he was being pulled towards it. The silvery light shifted and swirled, spreading across the stage; and in a flash, a ring of silvery liquid appeared, with a cube in the middle, connected to it by long, silvery strands.

    "...the heck is that?" said Token Girl.

    The spirit his dances with... "It's Obscure Trivia Lad," said Kid Occultism Kid.

    Merissa made a face like you've never seen.

    VAMMO Woman reached out her hands, and gathered the liquid metal into a sphere; Ending reached in and pulled the cube out, Occultism Kid's shining astral light pouring life into the platonic form.

    Letting the sphere float into the air, the cosmic women took Occultism Kid's shed skin and folded it into an origami lotus blossom. The sphere dropped into the center of the blossom, and the folds collapsed around it, wrapping the liquid self under layers of humanity, the folded shape curling in on itself until it turned inside-out, becoming the shape of a person coated in silver.

    The shape moved on its own, complex motions in a circuit around Occultism Kid, illuminated by the silvery light of the Astral Plane. Metal danced and shifted and became flesh once more, filling in the details of the form of Obscure Trivia Lad. And he opened his eyes.

    "What...?"

    "Obscure Trivia Lad," intoned VAMMO Woman. "You have been brought here to make a choice. Your flesh has been restored to you."

    "Obscure Trivia Lad is confused." He frowned. "Obscure Trivia Lad is still speaking in third person?"

    "Guess so," said Ending.

    "You have the choice," intoned VAMMO Woman a bit harder, side-eyeing Ending, "to return to Earth in this state, and live life freely, or to join with Occultism Kid, and travel together, far, far away, to where you are needed, perhaps never to--"

    "Join," said Obscure Trivia Lad firmly. "If Occultism Kid and Obscure Trivia Lad are specifically needed, that's where they should be."

    "That was quick indeed," noted the Black Halo.

    "And... Obscure Trivia Lad could use a vacation from the Looniverse, after the day he's had."

    "Aha."

    "Then it is done." VAMMO Woman spread her hands, and Ending reached out and cupped the point of light that had been Occultism Kid, and nudged it forward gently. Obscure Trivia Lad's eyes fluttered and he gasped as Occultism Kid entered his body.

    Merissa looked like she was *heroically* holding back from making a comment.

    Obscure Trivia Lad became translucent to Occultism Kid's light, shining thru his form, casting shadows thru the theater as the mist obscured and then revealed it. The dance of light and shadow, metal and flesh, passed over the heroes, and they were changed. Everyone saw the things that had been hidden from them. Black Halo saw their place in the narrative. WikiBoy saw his strength; Merissa saw her weaknesses, the things that made her human, and for this one moment did not fear them.

    And Cat and Tara saw each other, more clearly than they ever had before. They each saw the love in the other that burned so bright yet was hidden so deep. It illuminated every feature, every line in their body, making each more beautiful in the other's eyes than they'd ever been. They too, felt a weight taken off them: the weight of anxiety and shame over feelings so strong they were sometimes painful, which affected even Cat, and the fear of taking the risk of loving each other and the pain that might bring. The weight that had been laid down on them by the mentality of the Real World, which both they and the Writers had fought to change. They were free.

    And, just as they had standing in the arena many years ago, Cat and Tara were overwhelmed by love, longing, desire. And this time, there was nothing to hold them back.

    And, at last, they kissed.

    They touched and tasted not only each other but the whole world of which they were a part, newly illuminated by the fire within Cat. A world of silliness, loss, pain, horror, adventure, confusion, nonsense, wonder. A microcosm of all of life in its contradictions and complexity.

    And it was beautiful beyond words.

    The fire within Cat, burning brighter than ever before, roared out, touching all the theater around them, and moving far beyond...

    ====

    Back in the fighty part of the story, Simplicity's body was now a series of vague pencil-strokes, not even a sketch so much as the first step in a "How to Draw Supervillains" book for kids, suggesting a monstrous, muscular form with spiky bits. The Ring was the only solid part, a sash over one shoulder that blazed with energy. "Now, your stories will *end*... at the hands of Perfect Omegacron X!"

    "Hands?" shouted Small-Attention-Span-For-Nonsense Lass. "What hands!?"

    Just then, the GreenRingKnight, surrounded by a halo of shifting metaphysical energy, burst out of the earth.

    "Prepare to gulp down my sizzling retcon pizzas from Pompeii! Swallow this red- hot double-retco-scoop from hell!" said the GreenRingKnight, who was a little delirious after several hours of being dead in a cave followed by an emotionally
    exhausting transformation sequence.

    "No! No! No!!!!" said Perfect Omegacron X. He blazed with energy, retconning the world into simpler forms, but as fast as he could retcon, the GreenRingKnight retconned his retcons.

    The energies of the rings were growing stronger and stronger. Captain Continuity
    was overwhelmed, exhilarated. For now he had not only the power of Continuity but Retcon as well. Now he could do the thing he'd been afraid of doing all his life, and maybe wanted to do the most--changing continuity.

    With a wave of his hand, the post-WikiLull version of the Perplexing Random Battalion of Poland appeared in front of Omegacron, restored to continuity in a form that made slightly more sense. Iron Canary, Teenfactor veteran and national hero of Poland, blasted at him with her powered armor while her flock of trained canaries divebombed him and kept him off balance.

    With another wave of GreenRingKnight's hand, there appeared an LNH subgroup from the far future, in the twilight days of Earth when science and magic are one--the Legion of Occultism Kids! Occultism Ninja barraged Omegacron with her throwing pentacles.

    He could keep doing this all day. He could rearrange continuity so not even Omegacron could escape. He could change everything... Change the world, change his own life, even. But what kind of life did he want?

    If he could change something about his life, what would he change?

    This was not a good kind of thought to be having while facing a nigh-omnipotent destructive power.

    Omegacron saw his resolution waver and, with a roar of "ENOUGH," sent the Polish net.heroes and far-future occultists crashing to the ground.

    There had to be another way, thought Captain Continuity...

    And Ultimate Ninja watched and waited. She knew her ninja skills wouldn't be enough to defeat Omegacron on her own--

    The real Ultimate Ninja would have been able to defeat him without breaking a sweat, said the ugly little thoughts in the back of her head.

    No, she thought. I *am* real. He chose me for a reason. He was one of the greatest strategists who ever lived, and...

    She took a deep breath and centered herself, using all the ninja meditation techniques her parents and uncle had taught her: Yes. I have to think strategically. If you can't beat him with ninja weapons or a giant robot, you beat him with superhero logic...

    "Cheesecake Eater Lad," she said into the comm. "Is Convoluted Origin Man still around?"

    "I... *think* so?" said Cheesecake Eater Lad. "I mean, he erased himself from existence for a while when he fought his Golden Age and Silver Age selves and merged with the Convoluted Origin God, but then he got better."

    "Perfect. Send him in."

    And on the ground, Cliche Dude lay, clutching his bleeding side. Halls Jordan helped him up.

    "It's... too late!" said Cliche Dude. "There's nothing I can do. Nothing..."

    "Look, Cliche," said Halls, "you of all people know that in these big superhero battles it's the power of teamwork and friendship that wins. You'll win as long as you're not alone--and you're never alone as long as I'm here."

    "Hey, that's my line!" said Cliche Dude, smiling sweetly.

    "Hmm," said Halls, "I have an idea." These words would have caused many LNHers to flee in terror, but Cliche Dude perked up.

    "Remember when we were watching Pretty Cure with Tara?" said Halls. "What if we did some kind of dual attack, like those magical girls?"

    "Yes! Combine our powers!" said Cliche Dude.

    He wrapped his fingers around Halls's hand. "Are you ready?" said Halls.

    "Who wants to live forever?" said Cliche Dude.

    Sparkly pop music started up in the background. A coruscating field of rainbow light rose up around them, blowing around their hair and clothes, and their bodies were outlined in a shimmering aura.

    "Halls, I..." said Cliche Dude. "I have to tell you before it's too late... I love you!"

    "...wow," said Halls, blushing. "That's neat."

    They extended their fists, and shimmering yellow-and-green hearts appeared in front of them.

    "By our powers combined," they said in unison... "MENTHOLYPTUS FLAVORED CLICHEHAMEHA!"

    And somewhere deep within Omegacron's soul, Agent Bennigan was beginning to stir. He was feeling uncertainty, doubt, fear--all those inconvenient human feelings he'd thought he'd be better off without, but was glad of now.

    And he had the strangest sense he wasn't alone.

    There were the psychic echoes of other beings here imprisoned in Simplicity's mind too, after all, each powerful and strong-willed in their own right. LIke so many who tried to impose a simple paradigm on reality for the sake of gaining power over others, there was much Reagent Omicron had hidden away. Here within Simplicity there was a vast and unutterable...

    Complexity.

    The thought troubled him. Agent Bennigan liked it when things were simple. But more than anything, he liked it when stories ended, and this one had gone on long enough.

    He looked at the brain patterns of those who had formed DeltaKiwi Meganthereon and drew them together.

    They began to form a face.

    Outside, the battle raged on! The GreenRingKnight was mainlining enormous amounts of cosmic power, but Perfect Omegacron X had transcended even that level of determination, and was pushing him back, step by step!

    But then, a feeling, terrifying yet nostalgic, began to well up inside of him! "No," Omegacron roared! "What can this be!?"

    The sketchy lines that suggested his form began to thicken and multiply. Swirling around his body, defining limbs and muscles and form, they gathered together in the middle of his chest.

    Omegacron pushed the GreenRingKnight away and swatted and groped at his own form, trying to pull away the detailing to no avail. The Ring blazed with obliterating energy, but it only seemed to increase the contrast, complex shading coming together over his chest, and beginning to form-- a face! The face of Simplicity's equal and opposite counterpart, the anthropomorphic personification of Complexity!

    In the distance, Thematically Important Emotional Music Lass hit play on "The Touch".

    And at that exact moment, Convoluted Origin Man swooped in on the antigravity Unobtainium wings his latest revamp had given him and smacked Omegacron in the face with his Convoluted Chainflail.

    And at that *exact* same moment, the Mentholyptus Flavored Clichehameha struck Omegacron through the heart, supercharging all his emotions.

    And that exact exact ***exact*** exactly same moment, charged up with metafictional might by Masterplan Lad, Chaos Theory opened the gates of Hypertext Time, letting wild possibility thru.

    "All right, let's go!" said Sing-Along Lass, who had regained her connection to the Power Kirby and really should have been at the forefront of the fight but the story that established that hadn't been finished yet. [Chicks in Space--FG, humming along]. She lead the LNHers and Kiwis in the background in a chorus: "You've got the touch! You've got the power... YEAH!"

    "No... no... NO!!!!" said Omegacron. The sheer complexity of the world, of his emotions, of this ridiculous fight scene was overwhelming him. The lines of his body were beginning to waver. "What is this power!?"

    Bad-Timing Boy was about to say something, but Cannon Fodder grabbed him and muffled his words.

    "It's life, Omegacron!" shouted the GreenRingKnight, grabbing his body and his cosmic power and holding it steady, holding Perfect Omegacron X in the path of the Mentholyptus Flavored Clichehameha beam. "The story of how we go on living, despite everything, in all its maddening, overcomplicated glory! You wanted a neverending story, well-- HERE IT IS!"

    "So *this* is what happened..." murmured Time-Waster Lad.

    "This... *is* different!" whispered Marvel Zombie Girl. "Perhaps this time... we will be able to truly win the Beigewar..."

    "Just like in Infinity Gauntlet," said '90s Comics Kid, eyes sparkling.

    "That speech was definitely written by Drew too," said the Incredible Man-With- No-Life.

    "Okay," admitted Small-Attention-Span-For-Nonsense Lass, "this is pretty cool."

    "YOU GOT THE POWERRRRR!" sang Kid Enthusiastic at the top of his lungs, Charlotte, Evelyn and Penelope the Kiwis ki-wi-ing right along, Very Big Boy providing the bass.

    "This is too many reaction lines," grumbled Masterplan Lad. "...oh no, I'm doing one too..."

    Perfect Omegacron X roared in defiance, but the complex and detailed lines overran his form, turning into the outlines of everyone he'd absorbed, overlapping, pulling against each other, beginning to become individual once more. "Destiny... you cannot destroy... my destiny!"

    ====

    And in that moment, Catalyst Lass's furious love-energy and the story-power released from Omegacron's body linked thru time and space, unleashing a massive Catalyzation Wave across the universe!

    In the grim darkness of space war in the orbit of Dorfia, warring legions of Dorf warriors stopped their space fighting for a moment to figure out what the hell had just happened.

    Above the Internet RACelestial Complex, a group of RACelestials turned to Earth and tilted their heads.

    And on a dead planet far far away, the Gasper gasped.

    ====

    A hush had settled over the theater. As the light faded away, no one knew how to break the silence. Words seemed inadequate to what they had just lived through.

    "Ah," said Token Girl, finally. The word seemed to echo impossibly loud. "Is this storyline, like, actually over now?"

    "Just about," said Ending.

    "Man," said Merissa. "Was it really only a month since that all started? That felt like two and a half years."

    "This issue alone felt like two and a half years. It really did feel like this story would never be over," said WikiBoy. "But... I guess anything's possible now, huh?" He smiled weakly.

    "Indeed," said Occultism Kid, as they were now. "Whether good or bad."

    "It's true," said Ending. "A lot of things are ending right now. But a lot of things are beginning, too. I can see that now. Thanks, LNHers. I needed to take a break with some silly superhero nonsense. Now get outta here."

    "Then you were... entertained?" Entertainment raised up his arms.

    Ending half-smiled. "Yeah, I guess I was."

    Ending took OTL's arm in hers and, with VAMMO Woman, they exited stage left. All remaining turned to the audience and bowed.

    And then the LNHers were standing on the stage of the Bandshell. For one brief moment, entering back into time, Tara felt it was all happening to her at once: facing Chuggernaut, sitting in the bleachers with Cat at Constellation's alchemical wedding, facing DeltaKiwi Meganthereon and dying. All the joy, pain and grief illuminated at once. Then she entered on into time again, feeling it trudging on second by second.

    "Owwww," she said. "This is the worst hangover I've ever had in my life. I'm never drinking wine from a god again."

    "She's alive!" said Sister State-the-Obvious.

    "Tara! You're alive!" Merissa sprung on her and almost knocked her over.

    "Oww! Geez!"

    "Tara! Oh my god, you're alive." Cat grabbed ahold of her and hugged her.

    "I guess. I sure don't feel like it." Then Tara noticed Cat was crying. "What is it? I just came back from the dead. That--that's normal, that happens all the time--"

    "Yeah!" Cliche Dude pumped his fist in the air. "We did it!" He grabbed ahold of Halls and passionately kissed him. The nearby LNHers started clapping.

    "Wow," said Bad-Timing Boy. "I can't wait to tell Occultism Kid about all this..."

    Just then, mercifully, Captain Continuity fell down from the sky. Betamax caught him just in time.

    "Ouch," he said. He checked his hands, which held no rings--he didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. "Jeez. I'll bet I look awful, huh?"

    "Not in the slightest." Betamax might well have been smiling beneath her armor as she helped him to his feet.

    "So that's it for Simplicity?" said Masterplan Lad, standing a little away from the net.heroic crowd.

    "Probably not," said Chaos Theory. "Things are probably going to get, well, complicated."

    "You know, it's funny," said Masterplan Lad. "Back at the beginning of this story, Simplicity was complaining about shipping... And that was what defeated
    it, in the end. Or him. What pronouns does Simplicity use?"

    "Either is fine, I think." Chaos Theory shrugged (an impressive sight, coruscating chaotic light throughout the universe).

    "I suppose there's a lesson in in that," said Masterplan Lad. "Although I haven't the slightest clue what it is." And then he passed out.

    The sky above the Net.ropolis Bandshell was blue. The plague wasn't over. There was much work still to be done. But somewhere, someone was whistling "Walking On Sunshine" and feeling alive.

    "Uh, hey," said Iron Canary. "Could someone help us get home?"

    ====

    And watching from the wings, Ending smiled.

    For all things have their time, and all stories come to an end someday, even this one.

    ====

    "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Bacchus pours himself another glass. Beside him, Simplicity is slumped on the bar, surrounded by empty glasses.

    "How did it all go wrong? My plan was sheer elegance in its simplicity..." Simplicity starts sobbing. "I'll get them all next time!" it shouts, shaking its fist. "Just you wait! Just you--hic--" And then he collapses in a heap under the bar.

    "Looks like closing time to me," says Bacchus, raising his glass to the reader. "Cheers!"

    REALLY, WE SWEAR TO GOD, THE END

    And now the song is over now
    And now the song is over now
    And now the song is over now
    The song is over now
    --They Might Be Giants, Everything Right is Wrong Again

    Drew "but maybe come back tomorrow just in case" Nilium

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  • From Arthur Spitzer@21:1/5 to Drew Perron on Sun Aug 28 21:30:58 2022
    On Friday, August 26, 2022 at 9:18:44 PM UTC-7, Drew Perron wrote:
    #50.6pi

    And it's over! (well, except for a bunch of Epilogues I guess)

    Anyways, a fine ending for the series (even if it felt a bit like
    a funeral for the LNH at times)

    Good stuff with Token Girl (even if I'm firmly on team Cat/Hooded Ho`'od Win FOREVER!)...

    Arthur "Anyways, Good Job.." Spitzer

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  • From Drew Nilium@21:1/5 to Arthur Spitzer on Sun Aug 28 23:56:09 2022
    On 8/28/22 5:30 PM, Arthur Spitzer wrote:
    On Friday, August 26, 2022 at 9:18:44 PM UTC-7, Drew Perron wrote:
    #50.6pi

    And it's over! (well, except for a bunch of Epilogues I guess)

    Finally! @-@v

    Anyways, a fine ending for the series (even if it felt a bit like
    a funeral for the LNH at times)

    Thank you! And a little, yeah. X3 But those are the times we live in...

    Good stuff with Token Girl (even if I'm firmly on team Cat/Hooded Ho`'od Win FOREVER!)...

    That's a good ship too. |> I'd support bringing that in, and just generally using Ho`'od more.

    Drew "'who would win' threads are probably eternal" Nilium

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  • From Jeanne Morningstar@21:1/5 to Arthur Spitzer on Mon Aug 29 01:50:53 2022
    On 8/28/22 4:30 PM, Arthur Spitzer wrote:
    On Friday, August 26, 2022 at 9:18:44 PM UTC-7, Drew Perron wrote:
    #50.6pi

    And it's over! (well, except for a bunch of Epilogues I guess)

    Anyways, a fine ending for the series (even if it felt a bit like
    a funeral for the LNH at times)

    It was definitely meant to be an end to *an* era (the post-Beige age,
    inclusive of JAC, WikiLull, most of Drew's and my "Core LNH" stuff up to
    now). The epilogue and epi-epilogue issues will hopefully demonstrate
    how we're setting up new ideas and directions.

    Really, there've been a bunch of stories that are about "the end of the
    LNH" in some sense–Beige Midnight, v2 #50, JAC, WikiLull, all kind of
    played with that theme. (And this storyline called back to all of those
    at one point or another.) And yet the LNH is still going, somehow.

    --
    Jeanne "Comrade Bruce Wayne: Gossip Girl" Morningstar
    Chief Procrastinator, Commission of Ecumenical Translators

    It is a foul bauble of man's vanity. Away with it!
    --Count Dracula, throwing a mirror out a window, _Dracula_ by Bram Stoker

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