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1. Hogwarts Literature: Fiction inspired by or set in a magical school setting similar to Hogwarts from the Harry Potter series.
2. Cubicle Punk: Blends the aesthetics of cyberpunk with the mundane reality of office or corporate life.
3. Bizarro Fiction: Absurdist and surreal storytelling that often defies traditional genre conventions.
4. Monster Erotica: Explores romantic or erotic relationships with supernatural or monstrous creatures.
5. Cryonics Literature: Involves the preservation of humans at low temperatures with the hope of revival in the future.
6. Decadent Movement: A literary and artistic movement that rejects societal norms and embraces excess and decay.
7. Solarpunk: Envisions a future where renewable energy and sustainable living practices prevail.
8. Fungipunk: Blends punk aesthetics with fungi-inspired technology or settings.
9. Radium Age Science Fiction: Refers to science fiction literature from the early 20th century, marked by the discovery of radium and its influence on storytelling.
10. Hopepunk: Emphasizes hope, optimism, and resilience in the face of adversity.
11. Landscape Poetry: Poetry that vividly describes and explores landscapes, both natural and man-made.
12. Femslash: Fan fiction or literature featuring romantic or sexual relationships between female characters.
13. Mythopoeia: The creation of myths or mythic worlds through literary or artistic means.
14. Hikikomori Literature: Explores the phenomenon of social withdrawal and isolation, often associated with the hikikomori lifestyle in Japan.
15. Wuxia: A Chinese genre of literature focused on martial arts heroes in ancient settings.
16. Tsundoku Literature: Fictional works that explore the practice of acquiring books and letting them pile up without reading them.
17. Cattlepunk: A western-inspired subgenre with advanced technology and cattle-centric themes.
18. Hogwarts Literature: Fiction inspired by or set in a magical school setting similar to Hogwarts from the Harry Potter series.
19. Solarpunk: Envisions a future where renewable energy and sustainable living practices prevail.
20. Digital Poetry: Poetry created using digital tools and technology, often exploring the intersection of language and digital media.

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He was told that there is evidence of a quirk that appears to be accumulating something, but that’s all the doctors can determine. This results in bullying but less than quirkless as he does have an unknown quirk and these things tend to be pretty strong when unlocked, so the kids aren’t willing to go all in on the bullying due to the risk of an OP Izuku taking exception with their actions later. In an attempt to unlock his quirk Izuku did all sorts of things, learned enough to be adequate in a few martial arts, gained a variety of skills across all sorts of disciplines, and just did all the weird things he saw on the internet as advice for unlocking quirks.

And when he turns 18 he wakes up to a pop up window in front of him, welcoming him to his quirk with a bit of cover art of him with a little R18+ in the bottom corner. And after processing fourteen years of grief about this, he starts exploring his quirk. Turns out his quirk did benefit from all the things he did to try and activate it. His quirk treats almost everything as mundane quests every class was a quest and his reward at the end was enough points to purchase that grade’s skill level for the subject, and it’s the same with every other skill. But as he was locked out he couldn’t use the points to purchase the skill (which essentially reinforces everything he learned making it unforgettable, etc) he just learned it organically and got the skill without spending points. So now he has a lifetime worth of skill points to spend on whatever he wants! All he has to do is open and accept the reward messages accumulated over the last fourteen years of learning a ridiculous amount of useful and useless skills.

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Ammanford and Penygroes martial arts students recently passed their latest grading. On April 13, a total of 13 Higashi Karate Kai Wales students ...

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THE CHAMPIONSHIPS of stickfighting (Kalinda) is a staple of the Carnival season. But what about using this form of martial arts to teach women ...

I know intelligence is needed for spells but I'm thinking these styles match the following stats.

Strength - 1H and 2H swords, martial arts

Dexterity - 1H swords, 1H and 2H guns

Mobility - martial arts

Are there certain kinds of 1 and two handed swords and guns. And how would I tell the difference? I'm trying to match the characters with the proper weapons is all. This might also apply to SG if they're so similar.

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Part 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/1biqrzf/incremental_improvement_part_1/

By Thanksgiving, we finally had pretty much everyone moving. The game shifted to Fred and Anna's side with regards to the homeless themselves. The Road Crew had completed work on the roads we needed, so I knocked them off for holiday leave. Things were going to change come Monday. The time for Phase 2 was coming fast, and I wanted to be certain we could hit the ground running with everyone being ready to go. While everyone else got ready for the holidays, I went ahead and got myself ready for what came next.

I'd held off on things until the homeless were out of the damage pad. Giving them all a fresh start was one thing, but if I didn't handle the problems around them, then the cycle would start up again. The first project was the clean up of the city, but the clean up had a secondary purpose: Identification and intelligence gathering. A number of groups within the city had been kind enough to mark the areas they were operating in, their 'territories'. Once you understood what to look for, you could extrapolate the general hotspots, and sure enough, looking at crime mapping by the police force, the sections became abundantly clear. Certainly, not all crimes that occurred in the same area were the same guys, but it helped narrow the field tremendously.

The guys that had showed up to the mall had been part of a bigger organization, and gangs did exist within the city. Those gangs would tie back to the whales that supplied them, and those were the ones I needed to break. So step one is intel, but sending cops and agents in was a problem. I had to assume a certain degree of information leakage between law enforcement and the more serious criminals. This didn't even need to be malicious in nature, overheard conversations, watching how the cops operate, changes in shifts and patrols, or normal information channels suddenly getting quiet. Any of these could point to some sort of operation, so I pretty much just let the cops be cops til I was ready to move.

As a safety measure and information gathering source, I'd had cameras present with my various bands of volunteers cleaning up. I setup remote access from my laptop to my computers, so I could operate on the go, and reached my mind to the various feeds to uncover any repeating graffiti patterns within the video footage. I started pulling the symbols and marking out a map of which gangs were operating in which sections. I had the natural assumption that they would be concentrated in downtown, but instead, while there were certainly several in downtown, a number were spread out around the great metro area, out as far as the edges of Gresham in the east, Beaverton and Hillsboro in the west.

I'd recovered the cell phones of the guys I'd arrested, and while they were mostly burners, one of the guys had kept his actual phone on him. I dove into it, and using a bypass from the H.A.A., I was in. You might think I immediately dove into his private messages, but with no frame of reference for whatever was being discussed, that would take longer. Instead, I went through his GPS data. Smartphones are constantly connected, spewing out data, trading it back and forth. There were of course gaps, but the map of his travel was pretty solid, and once I identified his address, I could use that to see the rest of his travel in the city. God, is there a strip club in the city this guy hasn't been to? Alright, let's get rid of the mundane stuff. Strip clubs wouldn't give me anything, so I cut those out, and things like 7-11 and Plain Pantry got the axe. Yeah, he might've been starting shit there, but it was remote a possibility.

Next I cordoned off the neighborhood I'd noted from the mall, and I had his regular stomping grounds. Scanning, I found a place where he and the others signals kept meeting up, a warehouse that was ostensibly closed. Okay, there's a start. Now, I need to get out to the house for Thanksgiving stuff. I got up, retrieved Reaver from the bathroom sink, and- Wait... I didn't have Reaver on. How...
"Son of a bitch!"

I'd been using Technopathy pretty regularly of late, and at some point, my 1% had unlocked the mental side of it. It was a psychic ability, and psychic could be trained, even if it usually took the sort of time reserved for Neurosurgeons and ascetic monks just to get to the most basic level of ability with it. Oh, that opens up possibilities now. The Synchrony as well had felt present, so that was on the mental end as well, and I'd been consistently using it to speed things along. Okay, powers test it is. I went through the list of powers Reaver had collected, did the run down. Agility Boosting worked, but it didn't seem to be working as well as when I called on it through Reaver, not as much of a boost or lasting as long, but that was a matter of usage now.

Going through the range, the black tendrils, prey scent, teleportation, and fear aura failed completely. Spatial Cognition, Technopathy, Agility Boost, and Synchrony all were now my powers, though I would have to train with them a bit to get them up to what I was used to using. That left me in a bit of a bind, cause realistically, I would have to have Reaver off to train them effectively. So what do I do with it? Well, time for a check-in I suppose.

I put Reaver on, "Hey buddy, we gotta talk. Any chance we could get that liminal space back up? It'd be better if you were just a disembodied voice."

The space came on again, but not like it had in the gym, when Reaver had been trying to take over. The world around just kind of... dissolved, and Reaver made its appearance, this time taking the form of a tiny ball of light with wings poking out the back, "Really? Navi?"

The voice was light, sort of twinkling, "Hey, listen! It's my space, I get to do what I want. I could do Preston Garvey from Fallout, maybe tell you some settlements need your help."

"No!" A literal more forceful than I'd intended, but yeah, that had gotten on my nerves during Fallout 4 enough, "Alright, Reaver, we need to have a conversation. Turns out I'm starting to pick up some of the powers that I've been using through you."

The light drifted a little, "That's so cool! So what's up?"

"To train them properly, I would need to not have you strapped to my arm. Look, I know you've been pretty attached, but we need to start considering an alternate wielder for you."

Reaver's light flickered and faded a little, "You're... you're getting rid of me?"

I shook my head, "No, but you shouldn't have your whole life be about what I do, or limited to my perspective. The goal was always for you to figure out what you want to do for yourself. I know you need a user to experience things outside yourself, but we're steadily coming to a point where you'd just be sitting around most of the time, and that's not fair to you."

"Well, I mean, for now, just put me with Princess," Reaver wanted to believe me, but I feel it wasn't to keen on the concept.

"Princess is a dog."

The light seemed to juggle in Reaver's estimation of a shrug, "And? What's the difference?"

I shook my head, "Okay, we'll try it, I guess, but I'll need some sort of way to tell if it's not working."

The liminal space faded, and I was back in the room. I called Princess over, and place Reaver against her back. Reaver's form shift, settling into the shape of a collar, then shifted again, becoming a sheath of armor along her back and sides. On the middle of the back was an etched thumbs up emoji. Okay, that's a solid sign. Princess herself still seemed to be herself, so she was still in command.

I swung by Aimee and her dad's apartment. I'd invited them both to dinner, and Aimee had accepted before her dad could say much of anything. I got the impression that Thanksgivings had been hard on them the last few years. I also grabbed Fred and Samson, and unloaded everyone at the house. I'd extended invitations to others, but they all had places to go. Her dad seemed uncomfortable, until he saw that football was on, and took his spot in the living room with dad and Mackenzie. Fred greeted people and took Samson out back with Princess so they could go play, and me and Aimee got caught up with Merida, who was ecstatic I was home. She'd definitely taken advantage of my dad in my absence, and had a number of new toys she showed me.

Eventually, Mackenzie popped in and dragged Merida off on the excuse of needing her help with getting the table ready, and I finally got some time with Aimee. We hung out in my old room for a bit, but it was... weird, "Something wrong, Marcus?"

I having trouble coming up with the words for it, "Yeah... I don't know, it's just... it feels weird being here. Like, I've spent almost my entire life here, but it's..."

Aimee leaned her head on my shoulder, "Not really yours anymore."

"Yeah, it's just strange being here," I put my arm around her, and we stayed there for a while, until Aimee saw my old sketchbook. I'd used the hell out of it while I was starting out, and she grabbed to flip through it. It started out with really bad sketches of simple objects, but improved as it went along. Suddenly, she gasped, and I remembered something: There were a number of sketches of Aimee in there., "Oh... shit! Uh, yeah... about the drawings."

"These are beautiful. This first one's from basketball practice, right? I'm in uniform. This is what you see when you look at me?"

I took her through the pictures, pointing out where they were from. The first she'd seen was from her facing off against me, when she was dribbling before knocking me on my ass the first day. I focused a lot around her eyes, that intensity she'd had in the moment. Another showed her sinking a critical three-pointer at a game. Then there was one where she'd just been sort of sitting looking out a window during study hall, and finally, one she stopped on, "The hammock."

They were all done from my perspective, and this one was no different. It was from the first time we'd laid in the hammock together, and she'd nodded off for a few minutes, her hand on my chest, "Yup. It's one of the greatest moments in my life, and I wanted to make sure I had something to remember it by, not just the actual memory, but the feeling of it."

There was some kissing, and I went ahead and set up some music on my phone. We danced for a bit until Mackenzie was back, "Guys, dinner."

Aimee was a little awkward in the moment, and headed on down. As soon as she stepped past my sister, Mackenzie flipped me a thumbs up, and as we went down to join everyone, she very quietly leaned over, "I'm so proud of you."

Sigh... older sisters. Dinner went well, with everyone having rather a lot to talk about back and forth. Eventually, as dinner wound down, people broke off to go do various stuff, and Aimee went to spend some time with her dad, while I went out back to get some fresh air and check up on the dogs. I was standing on the edge of the patio when I heard the sliding door open, "You're not coming back, are you?"

Mom. I turned to face her, and her eyes were clearly watering a bit. I'd sort of dreaded a conversation like this, "... No, I don't think I am. I mean, I was in my room, and it felt like I was invading someone else's privacy."

She closed the door, and came up to stand next to me, looking out over the yard, "I think in my heart, I figured you would, that when this was all over, of course you'd just come back home."

"I did, too... but it's just another thing this whole run is showing me. We have a real, honest to God shot to do this thing, but it's not gonna stop there. I wish... I wish I could just be that kid back in August, but there's not really a point in bemoaning it, that life's gone, I'm too aware of everything now," I looked at the ground as I said it, and shoved my hands in my pockets.

Mom was crying, and I was too, a bit as I hugged her, "Whatever changes, I'll always be your son, Mom. I can promise you that much."

I held on for a bit, and we both cried a bit, until Mom broke off the hug, "Well, you could stand to visit a bit more. I have to go get desserts out. I love you."

"Love you too, Mom."

Everyone was off for the four-day weekend that wasn't project-critical. We had volunteer groups spread out through our settlements, making sure everyone got a proper Thanksgiving dinner, and helping them get settled in. My job was to do a tour of the settlements for the weekend, spending a few hours at each, and just do a chain of speeches. The basic setups were complete, the roads between were done, so we didn't have to worry about the basics. Now, we were looking at things like soil acidity and whatnot, setting up the industries that would pick up to help get these places off the ground. It wasn't just industries, however. Commercial business was necessary as well, basic stuff like a grocery store, gas stations, all the little businesses that would be used on a day-to-day basis.

Miguel had impressed on me that one of the more necessary points would be getting everyone to a point of having everyday living. Ms. Cho's report had mentioned it in an abstract manner, but Miguel took it from a more personal point: Having those trappings of normal life was huge, the ability to knock off work for the day and go grab a bite with your work buddies. They also needed to be taught how to budget for things like groceries and the like, so it wouldn't suddenly become a problem once they were out of the settlement. It was also a psychological point for people, same as when Fred had been able to buy his own clothing. It didn't matter that the clothing wasn't the best out there, the thing that had mattered was that Fred had gotten the clothing for himself.

We established our three tent-poles: Autonomy, Self-Mastery, and Purpose. At first, autonomy would be low, that was just the price of the game at this point, but we were focusing on Self-Mastery and Purpose. Self-Mastery was pretty straightforward, the feeling that what you're doing, you're getting better at, and in that vein, we created personal achievement boards for everyone. These were personal, no one else got to see it aside from whichever social worker was working with you, and it was based on positive reinforcement of what we were looking for.

Purpose was more nebulous. For many, they already had some degree of purpose and it was just a matter of directing that purpose. For others, they found purpose in the community itself, and now that they weren't having to keep operating against their own purpose, began advancing rapidly. A number, however, lacked purpose, or had once felt like they had purpose only to lose it, and that was trickier, and a longer process. We needed something to give them that at least for now would give them a sense of purpose, and that wasn't a simple matter. Anna, Sabrina, Fred, Ms. Cho and myself sat down to hash something out. In the end, Sabrina and I were laughing, to which Fred quirked an eyebrow, "I'd love to be in on the joke, man."

I got myself to stop laughing a moment, "All the people we've got, really, the best that we could've had for this, and we ended up making a system somewhere between Scouts and 4-H, with an undertone of karate."

People needed physical activity, and most martial arts covered that, while also teaching discipline and meditation. It even gave Self-Mastery through the belt system. Scouts applied a specific set of morals and ethics, while also having a giant host of skills, and focus on the wider community, as did 4-H. Sure, none of them were perfect, but they were still useful for what we were doing here, and gave us a foundation that we could alter to fit specific needs.

It was coming together, and then things took a decided left turn in Portland.

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As someone who watched and read the original dragon Ball, from the beginning, I feel like there were a lot of earthlings that took part of the World Martial Arts Tournaments that could beat Mr Satan. Even excluding any z fighter members, there were lots of other characters that could beat him. I found it weird that he was the champion after the Z fighters stopped competing

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Previously: https://www.reddit.com/r/MasakoX/s/j6l4cjELaC

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/MasakoX/s/FKSczdkgCX

Sorry, Able Orange. I thought about your input, and I appreciate it, but I have to stick with my initial plans here.

Chi-Chi and Spopovich make Match 3, and it shows just how much only having Goku and no kids in her life has changed her. She uses the Zanzouken to fake out Spopovich and nearly knocks him out of bounds. He needs to fly to avoid losing, and is mad about it. But Spopovich is still nowhere near this Chi-Chi's level, so Chi-Chi jumps high above him and kicks him out of bounds with both feet, standing on him on the grass just to assert her dominance. After all, she's not touching the ground, so she's not out of bounds, but Spopovich is. Chi-Chi wins.

Match 4 pits Tenshinhan against Kibito, and Kibito is annoyed. He just wants to gauge the power of the Super Saiyan and the Namekian, and tries to defeat Tenshinhan as quickly as possible. The Kaio-Ken, however, shocks Kibito, and puts him at a disadvantage. Just when it seems like Tenshinhan is going to win, Kibito vanishes. Not just visually. Nobody can sense his Ki, either. Suddenly, Kibito reappears behind an unprepared Tenshinhan and knocks him out of bounds. Kibito wins, but everyone can tell that something is amiss.

Match 5 is Goku vs. Mr. Satan. The announcer tries to frame it as a battle between the old guard and the new. Despite their similar ages, Mr. Satan represents the new young blood of martial arts while Goku represents the old guard returning to reassert their dominance. The entire crowd is cheering Satan on, telling him to win the tournament and avenge Videl. Satan calls Goku out as impressive for beating Piccolo Daimao as a boy, but says anyone can beat cheap tricks. Satan goes on the attack... And the fight is basically Goten vs. Ikosei. Goku effortlessly blocks all of Mr. Satan's attacks and is genuinely confused at the man's inability to harm him, and only reluctantly decides to end things. The entire crowd boos Goku as he is declared the winner, especially when Mr. Satan spins it as a fluke and promises a rematch against Goku at the next tournament will result in an overwhelming victory.

Match 6 is Chaozu vs. Mighty Mask, with Chaozu pinning the man to the ground for a 10-count with his psychic powers. Match 7 is Krillin vs. 17, which Krillin loses despite putting on an impressive display. And Match 8 is 18 vs. Yamu, which she effortlessly wins as well. With both of their defeats, Yamu and Spopovich decide on an alternate plan. They'll just watch the tournament and drain the victor, with the two of them gauging either Kibito or Piccolo as the one who will win.

Kibito and Shin also discuss their plans during an intermission. Kibito heals Shin and questions how a Namekian could hold such power, while also questioning the power of Tenshinhan and Chi-Chi. If those three are this powerful, how powerful is Son Goku? Shin wonders if they might be able to "use that", but Kibito says that no mortal could possibly hope to "use that". Kibito will clean up the rest of the rest of the tournament and force Son Goku to use his real power. When Shin tells Kibito not to cheat this time, Kibito doesn't respond.

The next match-ups are Piccolo vs. Yamcha, Chi-Chi vs. Kibito, Goku vs. Chaozu, and 17 vs. 18. Who do you guys think the tournament will play out from here?

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