Winter Cam-dle

"Hazmat," Cellar said in a mildly annoyed tone. "Please save us both the trouble and slow your roll so we can get this over with. This hallway's a dead-end anyway. I would've clambered to the other end if it wasn't and you know that."

haha fuck this.

i haven't done NaNo in years bc i ended up getting more interested in narrative games than trying to write anything resembling a book, but participating a few times was a key part of my development as a writer. like i know all the criticisms of NaNo that have come before, but i do think it is overall a good thing, to be like... let's challenge ourselves to this thing, let's hang out and write, let's teach each other what we know and share resources and make some friends, the best first draft is one that exists, etc.

fuck them for this and fuck them especially for using disabled people like me as a shield against criticism. i can think of few things more ableist than telling disabled people that an achievement as empty as typing a prompt and watching a computer cough up some horseshit vaguely representative of said prompt is what's going to help them catch up with their peers. it's so demeaning.

and like. classist??? you literally have to pay for access to the least-worst genAI "tools".

also apparently they had a pedophilia scandal last year so. i don't know. maybe it's time for the event to die, or go the way of inktober and just spout a bunch of other varied challenges because the central authority (such as they are) has completely lost their fuckin minds.

at the very least they seem to be getting torn to shreds for this on social media and it's nice to see a bunch of people stand up against my least favorite argument for genAI. disabled and marginalized people are not your moral shield. shut the fuck up.

No one's sure where the hitman known as "Cellar" came from, or where she got her cybernetic augmentations, but what is known is that she is shockingly blase about the entire thing. Her voice rarely moves above a dispassionate whisper, conversations feel like traveling down a suburban road with how uneventful and brief they tend to be, and even in combat she looks like she'd rather be doing anything else. The only time anyone has seen her smile is seeing certain works of graffiti on the streets.

She started out as some manner of mysterious robed boss character type thing, but when i thought of this pose her characterization hard-pivoted into "gruff but easygoing layabout who can floor anyone in seconds in ways they would never imagine, but doesn't like putting in the effort."

She got her codename from the fact that she has very long legs and because there are several women who have reflexively called her daddy