Rejected on account of inhumanity though - it's more like a racial spurning than him being a malcontent. Initially, he tries to be kind, even though he was been brought into the world lacking a real parental figure.
Frankenstein himself was much more of an entitled shitlord.
honest to god I think he would slap the fuck out of like 99% of hexbear, and thats assuming we actually have anyone here at all who's large and in charge.
But in that - soldiers are trained for long marches, firearms, swordfighting, prolonged fitness in battle, whatever it may be - they are not solely trained on hand to hand, and aren't built purely to go hand to hand fresh off the buzzer. An elite UFC fighter is. And that is all they master, day in and out.
Yeah, there's regulations, but remove them and you get goring kicks or elbows to the backs of heads that they used to do in early MMA days anyway. The controls are in place for the safety of both parties - because if they didn't have those regulations they would easily end up killing each other.
If UFC fighters are more entertainers than they are fighters, then it would stand to the test that army men today could take them on. Or other hardmen from around the world. That isn't the case. They are guys who get put in a cage for 5 minutes at the time, with the intent of annihilating their opponent. 5 minutes is a long time. If theres no referee, their trained chokes are lethal, their arm and leg locks are crippling. And they can do those submissions (and strikes) better than any human civilization in history.
True, much more accurate than Mr Bolt Through The Neck, but in my mind the stitching was always more apparent, and the parts less perfect in their symmetry.
Trained in combat to the best that they knew - but it wasn't a highly commercialised and ultra elite pathway. They didn't have advanced fitness, muscle gain, and recovery methods or in depth knowledge of nutrition. They didn't have replays to analyse their fights, or a globally interconnected web of the most effective martial arts at the click of a mouse.
Think of it like this - how many top MMA guys use exclusively ancient fighting methods? Greco Roman takes you so far. Judo takes you far. Sambos newer but based on a wrestling tradition. But no one's using that exclusively. The mix of all the most efficient methods is absolutely lethal.
that's not Frankensteins monster
that's just some guy
holy fucking idiots
They need to play Batman like a straight cop next time. Literally just a brutal private security elite, killing anyone and destroying proof of Bill Clinton's crimes aboard the Lolita Express.
Think I've got Havana syndrome.
No but seriously - the state of the world right now - feels like every contradiction inherent to capitalism has erupted in the past few days.
Climate. Imperialism. 'Democracy'. Media bullshit.
Maybe my life's personal stress is compounding it at the moment too, but fuck me. I am so mad at the moment.
I find myself typing like a milennial cringelord, my replies filled with 'fuck shit assfucker fucking come at me shitfucker' type posts. I find myself not bothered to put effort into responses when a rage filled uppunctuated mess feels so right.
I often tell people not the mald. It's easy to get stirred up about online crap. I recognised this habit, this feeling of enjoying being mad, but in an unproductive way, and I stopped doing it. I never do it with singular issues anymore. I don't get into internet debates. I let it ride.
But these last few days? Its making me insane. It's one thing to recognise it going down. It's another thing for society to make me feel like IM the one that's overreacting.
And to think, I voted for Kier fucking Starmer.
And next election, I'll be forced to do the same so that Tories don't get in. And I know, electoralism is a sham, but I don't think people comprehend just how bad Tories have been for Britain in the last 20 years. Especially for my sector. I do find Labour - even Starmer's Labour - a lot better in quite a few ways. But on key issues? I fucking hate them. I hate them with all my bile. Maybe I need to just move to Corbyn's borough so I can make sure he stomps some ghoul again.
Anyway. I'm fine.
But as I sit here anticipating the new wave of absolute garbage propaganda I'm going to be fed over the coming weeks, a vignette from a Chinese movie called A Touch Of Sin comes to mind, based on real events.
Dahai's corrupt boss screws him.
Over and over. [SPOILERS] So he shoots him.
He also shoots some guy who is abusing a horse. And some other relatively innocent bystanders.
Anyway. I don't mean this as a call to adventurism. I would never kill my local politician or anything, not only because my life so far means I would find it very difficult to take another human life, but also because it is totally counter productive. But as a concept? As a piece of art on screen? The ultimate expression of a 'dog-eat-dog' world turned towards those who like it that way, is certainly satisfying to watch. As are many tales of vigilante justice.
Anyway, here's another still:
I think the stills could be great emotes if it wasn't so on the nose to interpret uncharitably. Undoubtedly goes hard.
Surely this will just be patched by the time those events take place
I worked in a corner store underneath a housing assistance block. All the customers were either alcoholic, disabled, drug addicted, demented, very elderly, or all of the above.
One guy lifted his top, and showed me his recent heart surgery, which immediately started bleeding once he took the gauze off. I had a lot of instances of them showing me their weird medical ailments, actually. This particular customer was a pathological liar, but reportedly had once murdered a man. He was now approaching dementia, but sometimes attempted to use his dementia to not pay for booze.
The worst, but funniest, was this infamous customer called James. He had inherited a fortune and spoke poshly, but was now a seemingly demented alcoholic. Just hangs around the village charmingly harassing people. Kind of a local myth type character.
One day he comes in and starts calling me common muck and all this other stuff, says he could buy the entire shop, and so on.
Another customer was there, who was friends with all the staff, and also a posh old alcoholic (but still totally functioning outwardly), starts defending the staffs honour. The two old men get into a shouting match. Then it escalates so they're now both whacking each other with walking sticks. We split them up. James gets banned from the store. As he leaves, he does a big diarrhea shit mostly in his pants but a little bit on the floor.
The boss kindly opted to clean it up for me, given that it was my first few days on the job.
He caught some flak for it but he was going to lose by miles to the labour candidate in the first place so no one really bothered too much.
He's not just a fedora guy, he was a Tory local election candidate!
Yeah, but I think given Shelley's circles more radical tendencies, the interpretation of some revolutionary allegory is a strong one, especially when you think of that Rousseau(?) poem about the ruling class creating the 'monsters' that will destroy them.
The Monster isn't some child killer with a tough past, he's a child born into an adults body, cast out into the cold by his creator, and then spurned on account of his perceived inhumanity by every living being.
Most murderers get accepted by some initially, and when they don't it's on account of their bad vibes. The Monster showed himself to be very emotionally capable in spite of his troubles, and capable of living amongst humanity, especially in his covert benevolence towards the blind mans family. He even rescues a child, but is then shot at because people perceive him to be a monster.