no name and no Black Pearl neither. But a destroyer, yet just by purpose not class.
Someone is getting that coin and I keep coming back to that shore, broke.
#jedi
#cyberpunkcoltoure
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Friday, 12 June 2026
#thedarkmodernity
She keeps reporting about stupid attempts of splitting the freshly married couple. The point is that these two are not exactly BranjeLina. They are, to be dead honest, more in the no one cares side of the pretty and famous if no one is everyone less than a million people world wide.
The point is, that is exactly the reason why they get hit.
The next thing is, that no Australian Gold Cost Constabulary will start an investigation into online bullying and anti-social behaviour violations even so the couple exists in a sphere that also created humans like Deso Dogg and is full of Drug War affine Rockers in especially Australia.
ElCapone got busted by taxes, but he was a hero to the people having a corrupt Government they could not get rid off. The idea is the same I am coming to.
The actual aggregators of the worst crimes are those that trigger others doing them, not those actually doing them.
We might never find out who managed to find that very last button actively pushing it to make an already psychopathic man go kill another man and if that was purposefully or accidentally, but we know for example that the Sinaloa Cartel boss was pushed by CIA into dealing Cocaine off his Hemp farm.
So... what if... some need to be ordered to go looking for another hobby actively instead of having a society having to wait until these individuals have found the very wrong guy eventually.
All I did was making some fun!
We too.
#undergroundwars
#cyberpunkcoltoure
Joe & Jim
So, you are Jack.
Yes.
Yes.
They send you here, you did not run.
Yes.
We know what happened.
She walked out and let me with her mum all alone.
Did you mind.
...
...
...
No.
But you feel a bit abused and raped.
Yes.
The problem is they know they are addictive.
...
Never underestimate the dark side.
I am just a tool.
Well, more like flesh and blood that needs a certain temperature and pressure.
?
In their opinion.
The Bad!
Be Evil.
#MODInc
#cyberpunkcoltoure
...a few days later...
You did a great job with Jack,
You know the rules
You know the rules
Don't worry I am fine. On your village every sausage has its own mustard pot. He is great.
#thegermans - Mind Set
They are publically challenging their relationship problems ... to escalate. Here...
So, ... it is Zombie and we all have to take MDMA consumption into account, but treated with Atypical Neuroleptica:
Long-term, heavy MDMA (ecstasy/molly) consumption often alters emotional character by disrupting the brain's serotonin system. Instead of sustained empathy, chronic users frequently develop persistent emotional dysfunctions, including heightened irritability, impulsivity, chronic depression, anxiety, and blunted responses to others' emotions.
Atypical antipsychotics (neuroleptics) can cause emotional blunting or a "zombie" feeling, but they do not automatically turn a person into a robot.
When used to treat the paranoia, severe anxiety, or induced psychosis caused by chronic MDMA abuse, these medications act as heavy chemical stabilizers. Whether a person experiences therapeutic stability or emotional numbness depends entirely on the dosage, the specific drug, and how badly the individual's baseline neurotransmitters were damaged.
This man there is the result of German Übermensch research winning wars on Amphetamines, increasing their potency by facing reality to then continue with a different much "newer" drug to avoid the exodus.
My diagnosis was done in order to turn me into that man there. I just smoked Weed and never did any Amph, beside being severely uncompliant when being told life long intake of things that you also can smoke or sell on the street coming with Greek and Latin names I have trouble pronouncing. Try: aripiprazole. being ignored on "I feel bad."
I am better trained than them, in military terms. So... #gfyALL
#neversurrender
#TIE
The Kingdome of Hell
The Kingdome of Hell
here we fight
Anyone ...
up for testing how much of Spartan blood is in your genes?
Watch that and understand how close you are to being it only a soft shower running down your spine triggering an excited "Oh that is good. Respect." all alone watching it at night.
#spartans #cyberpunkcoltoure
PS: Breath. Do not hold breath, but breath... your brain needs oxygen to work.
#spartans - Mind Set
Do you see a rope?
Nah.
Must be a thin one.
I can't smell anything. Can't hang there for long so.
No written sign.
So they think we must know?
Or they did not think us being around.
I can't see anyone else around.
Let's slowly get closer.
Just another day in another Armageddon.
Every few hundred years the same shit show.
#cyberpunkcoltoure
#spartans - Mind Set
and than you wake up, look at the bar to see all humans staring in fear around you and turn around to oh wow:
Who the fuck are you??
#cyberpunkcoltoure
#misconceptions
You misread that:
What happens if he covers over the Sheep fully to protect it?
So, he can either do that or hold back the Wulfs from feasting what they all face... good news, he and the sheep won't watch that very feasting.
#spartans #cyberpunkcoltoure #onelawonly
#cyberpunkcoltoure - Mind Set
Imagine someone that fails to hang himself just because of his fear of heights kicking in as soon as staring at the chair...
...and having gone with all his loyal men in the most wrong place only because it has no steep roads.
#cyberpunkcoltoure
Collective Darwinist Theory
If all mammals decided to walk upright and we still carry primal basic coding of those genetically within us ...
Then we might also approach the unknown like Mice or Wolfs. Mice are not only scavengers, but also prey for hunters. A hunter will look around into the new with excitement, sniffing and observing awaiting food. A prey will be carefully, in fear and mistrust awaiting the safety of the home as soon as possible.
We are humans now.
Most of us... and that obliges those incapable of fear to secure and expand home, the safe place, as far as possible by allowing everyone to life far beyond primal basic programming.
#cyberpunkcoltoure
#belfast
Listen again to what the short man with the working class typical tattoo said, educated black man.
His: No No was not confirming you. It was rejecting the question completely. He went through the troubles. One wrong word an either SAS or IRA came for him...
Leave em alone!
Come by here!!
#provos #terroristgangs
THIS IS EUROPA!
PS: Do they need elected Community Spokes Person against striding media people??
The Small Shop Owner CXZ road SP
The Kindergarden Community North Belfast SP
The Caterham Clubs SP
The Weekend Drinkers SP
The It is English I we won't speak slower SP
?
Lonely
and standing alone ... is two very different things.
Crusader Assassin.
centurion deadhead
terrorist gangster elite
#cyberpunkcoltoure
#belfast
It is dangerous to underestimate that.
Never underestimate the predictability of stupidity is a key law in modern warfare.
Adolf Hitler was not hanged in the Kingdom of Bavaria and no one can take any fascist action lightly. They hate all humane just too much. They will not stop only because their Mob does not turn Ireland into a fenced and divided Island with boarders within and around.
Ireland will remain a playground, sandbox and research center for strategies to overcome national problems. Nations tend to divide and fascists want to put that to an extreme.
Every boarder check, every piece of paper, every search required because psychopaths or drugs enter slow down the flow and circulation of Goods and Humans and thereby cause poverty and unemployment.
The large companies might need blockchain tokenisation of cargo further increasing the ease of travel and customs work on from the existing digital systems. Politics might overcome even the most simple hostile laws such as forbidding to let even trespass what other humans right next eat every day such as French home made cheese to just mention one very important socio-coltoural Good.
Our current system is in a sever crisis and faces its end by all factors. It has in the 60ies already lost serving the people by having been incapable to solve the problems leading to The Troubles by talk and reason instead of violence and soon will show the first visible crashes.
Germany as a whole is facing the same system inherit destiny as the South of Italy and the regions between Madrid and the coast line already did. Wales today has no major work places just like Scotland outside Glasgow and Edinborough.
The system designed to internationally compete by supporting with all and every mean large corporations will eventually face also the top tier Northern American corporations having the same destiny as that big large vehicle manufacturer British Leyland in a world in which ideology forbids to acknowledge Marx no matter the facts:
The Rise and Fall in 4 Stages
The Monopoly Era (1968): The British government forced a merger of nearly all major domestic carmakers—including Rover, Jaguar, Triumph, Austin, and Morris—to form the massive British Leyland Motor Corporation (BLMC). It controlled roughly 40% of the UK market, making it a near-monopoly.
Nationalization (1975): Plagued by extreme labor strikes, poor build quality, and chaotic internal competition, British Leyland went bankrupt and was nationalized by the UK government.
The Rover Group Era (1986–2000): In an attempt to clean up its tarnished image, the conglomerate was rebranded as the Rover Group. It was sold to British Aerospace in 1988, and then to BMW in 1994. BMW struggled heavily with losses and broke up the company in 2000. They sold Land Rover to Ford, kept Mini, and dumped the remaining mass-market car business
The Final Collapse (2005): The remaining car production entity, renamed MG Rover Group, was sold to a private consortium for just £10. Five years later, in April 2005, the company officially collapsed into administration, shutting down the historic Longbridge factory and ending independent mass-market British car manufacturing
;Which is a master piece of ignoring Marx criticism out of ideology and not reason.
The future is either in targeted assassinations, small team military precision hits to kill all surrounded by French Farmer like road blocks and stink bombing administrative buildings while accepting Cartel drug ruled areas as no go areas and laws being only ink on paper until the reasonable among us find together to create a new order ... or a miracle changing the logic within our history in Europe.
Ireland has the best ground, and might be therefore under attack by fascist forces, to remain within the boarders of reason and can well keep many more regions in stability on a human worthy economic level, by increasing the opposite of the large corporations that bring simple tax money, but by the price of ever more centralization need, which is small and medium enterprises, yet with a focus on the lower end.
Either barriers to enable what is called "Hustling" are lifted or more doors created. The drug gangs copied from us and not we from them, never ever pointed out by CIA inflicted Hollywood and CNN or Fox with the BBC right along. Most laws make sense. The French cheese under dispute has a shorter lifespan than industrial made cheese, but who eats cheese that tastes to throw up, please, especially if that means that everyone making cheese on his farm, house next to, and anywhere around turns a criminal and smuggler no matter having a trusting client equally trusting the seller or producer? Nation over People hand in hand with Profit over People.
As hard as it may sound, but 500 Thugs showing their ability to burn down houses, block traffic and put an entire nation into overwatch is worse than one Black Man attempting to kill one other Southern Type Man that can be stopped by another single man using sport equipment. A 500 on 6.000.000 Vs One on One. That one black man means to have more psychological evaluations in Asylum homes thereby also filtering those out of good character deserving more support by having a much better success foresight.
The mob means, and burned down or just attacked long term community members Irish by choice not birth, more Armalites taken off the Vaults and stored again in Commando Brigade member Homes, covered patrols and interrogations to bring light into the fascists shadows, it means more provos gangs active looking for street fights existing on both sides of the classic conflict sides without any media coverage, and a lot of home improvement from garages added with remote opening doors, plexi-glass front windows, hidden CCTV cams expanded to demilitarized neighborhoods as it is much easier to kill a civilian than a Sinn Fein politician with a badly assembled IED or machete. They might have happen what New IRA failed and turn a new REAL IRA.
By these Mobs, the Irish Paras face the same asymmetric war fare problem, just on their scale, as the U.S. military world wide.
RC planes will have cameras, drones perform AI driven random tours with NoIR cams, wifi routers be connected, intelligence gathering AI supported and some might even use even electric bicycle to be as quite as the silencer on that very Revolver being a Pistol.... against an Idiot with a learning disorder looking for a defenseless victim as fascists do.
You might have achieved nothing else but having given trigger to turn Northern Ireland into the first Cyberpunk breeding place for real world Shadowrunners, you Idiots.
Is South Africa next?
Or again Holland...
French Banlieus?
#provos
#cyberpunkcoltoure
The Kingdome of Hell
#TIE
#IRAmovement
#itoldyou
Weather is going ballistic!
I sleep Japanese on a thin mattress on the floor. I role it up when I wake. Today it rains and I have the garden door open, about half a meter away from my head. When it gets cold I have more blankets.
I have it warm, ultra cosy and fresh air.
That I told you somewhere in that blog by #climatechange
Next week the weather flips and we get a maximum predicted 40 degrees Celsius. I will have a very thin blanket.
We must now understand that climate change is and ever was exponential.
Imagine the two weather sides turn one, or the sides become ever more extreme!
A summer of constant rain and heat. We enjoy the warm water from above in our Convertibles, sitting in them just like Mike in Hotpants and Shoes and only Hotpants in Shoes while the water drips down our not that much Thurston chest and belly. We can buy helmets with automatic wipers finally or when there is no thunder and lightning like pouring rain we sweat under blue skies in extreme heat telling our children from a time when snow was not coming to block the groundfloor door, water doing damage was only by broken pipes and not an open garage gate....
And the news report about the Polizei failing to arrest that guy on a hovercraft, again. An F1 hovercraft. Either the engines overheat or they drown in a temporary lake
#cyberpunkcoltoure
Thursday, 11 June 2026
#belfast
That is delusional on a mental handicap level...here...
All jokes aside is asking Sinn Fein to support closed boarders ending a very successful, prosperous journey that ended real military driven violence and everybody knows that.
Neither may there be a hard boarder on Irish soil nor in the Irish Sea, for 800 years of reasons.
What do the Fascists now over Ireland suggest? Ulster cut off from The Republic, France, Wales and Scotland instead of more crossings and connections for cars, cargo and humans?
They'll send you back in coffins to where ever you came from, suddenly united in violence, you Idiots.
#provos #cyberpunkcoltoure
Dam Boy,
So you have that real good Haze going and are happy about that new cleaner job. Then, on the Toilet in the most inner part you identify an industrial level high end air cleaner intake you expected only in a paint job work shop and thought ... Yeah, what could go wrong? Let's fire up that bad boy and blow it!
A few minutes later headphones plugged in
DSAAAMEN! WE AAAL WANNA BE DSAAAMEN TOO ....woooooooooorm industrial carpet cleaner running....
#cyberpunkxoltoure
PS: You think that's funny? Imagine that bolt guy with a lack of attitude and no humour starts blaming the Russians and you have to talk yourself out and all down by the Chief of Staff and no on less to a No Smoking sign extra on that very toilet, for world peace and no less, beside 17 bugs per hour and a free of charge parking slot.
?
Can you imagine that these people perfectionized hypocrism?
There is serious number of Millionaire and Billionaire families with a solid SS background alive, but Europe does not look like a blond Leni Riefenstahl movie at all.
What if their actual plan is the demographic change, to have skinnies turn everything into a Mogadishu version ... while they retreat into a few Ghettos watching the mess among the "unworthy", because everyone following them does get bullied, by too easy:
The point is that it does not make sense, like every single word Adolf Hitler and his Crew ever put into a row, except you add a serious drug addiction, jealousy on everything all around and being an utterly complete full scale Idiot.
#TIE The Kingdome of Hell
#thegermans Mind Set
I am not sure if that belongs to the most respectable and recognized news outlets in Germany,
Bbt 200 thugs having a violent party on a round about, is not total escalation in Irish terms, historically speaking.
The other problem is to explain that this is not taken light heartedly, most likely, neither by those that apply to the Irish definition of "total escalation" to those officially called "These idiots..." in any successful way, before they comply.
#cyberpunkcoltoure
#zionism
When I decide to swap from Google to DeepSeek...
This is the actual core problem:
"When you have to get three times a day into the Bunker you cannot live your Jewish identity. " Hendryk M. Broder ...here somewhere...
We all may assume that every Jew and those causing that, agree.
We all may assume that every Jew and those causing that, agree.
Jewish ident... or why I stared at a clean German speaking doctor like in Auschwitz calling me Schizophrenic (and paranoid):
How many wings if Judaism are there?
It looks like you meant “branches” or “denominations” of Judaism — “wings” was likely a typo for “branches.” The question has no single number because Judaism isn’t organized into a fixed set of official divisions, but today most Jews identify with a handful of major movements.
Here’s how they’re usually counted:
**Main modern Jewish denominations (largest to smallest):**
1. **Orthodox Judaism** – itself a broad category containing many subgroups:
- *Haredi (Ultra‑Orthodox)*
- *Modern Orthodox*
- *Hasidic* (a spiritual revival movement within Orthodoxy)
- *Religious Zionist* (often overlapping with Modern Orthodox)
- *Sephardic/Mizrahi Orthodox* traditions
2. **Conservative Judaism** (called Masorti outside North America)
3. **Reform Judaism** (also known as Liberal or Progressive Judaism in some countries)
4. **Reconstructionist Judaism** – the smallest of the “big four” in North America
5. **Other distinct movements and trends:**
- *Jewish Renewal* – neo‑Hasidic, egalitarian
- *Humanistic Judaism* – non‑theistic
- *Karaite Judaism* – scripturalist, rejecting the Oral Torah
- *Haymanot* (Beta Israel/Ethiopian Jewish tradition) – historically pre‑rabbinic
- *Secular/Cultural Judaism* – often not a formal denomination but a major identity stream
**So, how many?**
If you’re asking about the standard North American/Israeli branches, people usually speak of **three to five major denominations** (Orthodox, Conservative, Reform, Reconstructionist, and sometimes Renewal or Humanistic). But once you look inside Orthodoxy or across Jewish history, the number of distinct movements, sects, and schools of thought is much larger. In short: there isn’t one official count, and “wings” is fine to use conversationally, but “branches” or “movements” is more conventional.
Here’s how they’re usually counted:
**Main modern Jewish denominations (largest to smallest):**
1. **Orthodox Judaism** – itself a broad category containing many subgroups:
- *Haredi (Ultra‑Orthodox)*
- *Modern Orthodox*
- *Hasidic* (a spiritual revival movement within Orthodoxy)
- *Religious Zionist* (often overlapping with Modern Orthodox)
- *Sephardic/Mizrahi Orthodox* traditions
2. **Conservative Judaism** (called Masorti outside North America)
3. **Reform Judaism** (also known as Liberal or Progressive Judaism in some countries)
4. **Reconstructionist Judaism** – the smallest of the “big four” in North America
5. **Other distinct movements and trends:**
- *Jewish Renewal* – neo‑Hasidic, egalitarian
- *Humanistic Judaism* – non‑theistic
- *Karaite Judaism* – scripturalist, rejecting the Oral Torah
- *Haymanot* (Beta Israel/Ethiopian Jewish tradition) – historically pre‑rabbinic
- *Secular/Cultural Judaism* – often not a formal denomination but a major identity stream
**So, how many?**
If you’re asking about the standard North American/Israeli branches, people usually speak of **three to five major denominations** (Orthodox, Conservative, Reform, Reconstructionist, and sometimes Renewal or Humanistic). But once you look inside Orthodoxy or across Jewish history, the number of distinct movements, sects, and schools of thought is much larger. In short: there isn’t one official count, and “wings” is fine to use conversationally, but “branches” or “movements” is more conventional.
From a Rabbinic view?
I see the follow-up — you’re asking how many “wings” of Judaism there are specifically **from a Rabbinic point of view**. That can be understood in two main ways, so I’ll address both.
---
### 1. If “Rabbinic view” means: *within Rabbinic Judaism itself* (excluding non‑Rabbinic movements)
Rabbinic Judaism is the tradition that accepts the Written Torah and the Oral Torah (Talmud, Midrash, later rabbinic literature). From that angle, the groups you’d count are those that historically and theologically belong to the Rabbinic stream:
- **Orthodox Judaism** (including Haredi, Modern Orthodox, Hasidic, etc.)
- **Conservative/Masorti Judaism**
- **Reform/Progressive/Liberal Judaism**
- **Reconstructionist Judaism**
- **Jewish Renewal**
Humanistic Judaism and Secular/Cultural Judaism generally do not accept rabbinic authority as binding in the same way, and **Karaite Judaism** explicitly rejects the Oral Torah, so it is not part of Rabbinic Judaism.
So in this sense, **there are 4–5 major denominational “branches” inside Rabbinic Judaism**, depending on how you group them.
---
### 2. If “Rabbinic view” means: *according to traditional Orthodox rabbinic authority*
Here the answer changes sharply. In classical Orthodox self‑understanding, there is ultimately **only one legitimate expression of Judaism** — the Torah‑true path preserved through the chain of rabbinic tradition.
From that perspective:
- The subdivisions within Orthodoxy (Haredi, Hasidic, Modern Orthodox, Sephardi, etc.) are all seen as valid pathways within the same authentic framework.
- Non‑Orthodox movements (Conservative, Reform, etc.) are generally regarded as deviations that have broken with fundamental principles of Jewish law and belief. Many Orthodox authorities would not count them as authentic “branches” of Judaism at all, but rather as mistaken offshoots.
So in this more exclusive rabbinic view, the answer is essentially **one authentic Judaism with many internal streams**, not multiple equal branches.
---
### Bonus: The historical rabbinic lens
If you were thinking of the way the ancient rabbis themselves classified Jewish “wings,” we find in sources like the Mishnah and Talmud references to groups such as:
- **Perushim (Pharisees)** — the rabbinic forebears
- **Tzedukim (Sadducees)** — rejected the Oral Torah
- **Isiyim (Essenes)** — a separatist pietist group
- **Early Jewish Christians (Notzrim/Minim)** — eventually seen as outside the community
- **Am Ha’aretz** — the non‑scholarly populace, not a sect but a social category
None of those maps directly onto today’s denominations, but it shows that the rabbinic tradition itself has always recognized the existence of different Jewish factions — even if it considered only one path correct.
---
**In short:**
- If you mean “which movements exist inside Rabbinic Judaism,” the number is about **4–5**.
- If you mean “what does traditional rabbinic authority recognise as valid,” the answer is fundamentally **one Torah‑true tradition** with many internal flavours, plus several unrecognised breakaways.
---
### 1. If “Rabbinic view” means: *within Rabbinic Judaism itself* (excluding non‑Rabbinic movements)
Rabbinic Judaism is the tradition that accepts the Written Torah and the Oral Torah (Talmud, Midrash, later rabbinic literature). From that angle, the groups you’d count are those that historically and theologically belong to the Rabbinic stream:
- **Orthodox Judaism** (including Haredi, Modern Orthodox, Hasidic, etc.)
- **Conservative/Masorti Judaism**
- **Reform/Progressive/Liberal Judaism**
- **Reconstructionist Judaism**
- **Jewish Renewal**
Humanistic Judaism and Secular/Cultural Judaism generally do not accept rabbinic authority as binding in the same way, and **Karaite Judaism** explicitly rejects the Oral Torah, so it is not part of Rabbinic Judaism.
So in this sense, **there are 4–5 major denominational “branches” inside Rabbinic Judaism**, depending on how you group them.
---
### 2. If “Rabbinic view” means: *according to traditional Orthodox rabbinic authority*
Here the answer changes sharply. In classical Orthodox self‑understanding, there is ultimately **only one legitimate expression of Judaism** — the Torah‑true path preserved through the chain of rabbinic tradition.
From that perspective:
- The subdivisions within Orthodoxy (Haredi, Hasidic, Modern Orthodox, Sephardi, etc.) are all seen as valid pathways within the same authentic framework.
- Non‑Orthodox movements (Conservative, Reform, etc.) are generally regarded as deviations that have broken with fundamental principles of Jewish law and belief. Many Orthodox authorities would not count them as authentic “branches” of Judaism at all, but rather as mistaken offshoots.
So in this more exclusive rabbinic view, the answer is essentially **one authentic Judaism with many internal streams**, not multiple equal branches.
---
### Bonus: The historical rabbinic lens
If you were thinking of the way the ancient rabbis themselves classified Jewish “wings,” we find in sources like the Mishnah and Talmud references to groups such as:
- **Perushim (Pharisees)** — the rabbinic forebears
- **Tzedukim (Sadducees)** — rejected the Oral Torah
- **Isiyim (Essenes)** — a separatist pietist group
- **Early Jewish Christians (Notzrim/Minim)** — eventually seen as outside the community
- **Am Ha’aretz** — the non‑scholarly populace, not a sect but a social category
None of those maps directly onto today’s denominations, but it shows that the rabbinic tradition itself has always recognized the existence of different Jewish factions — even if it considered only one path correct.
---
**In short:**
- If you mean “which movements exist inside Rabbinic Judaism,” the number is about **4–5**.
- If you mean “what does traditional rabbinic authority recognise as valid,” the answer is fundamentally **one Torah‑true tradition** with many internal flavours, plus several unrecognised breakaways.
And historically?
Looking at it **historically**, the number of Jewish "wings" depends on which era you’re examining. Judaism has never been a monolith; it has always contained multiple competing movements, sects, and schools of thought — some that eventually became mainstream, others that disappeared or were exiled from the community.
Here’s a historical overview by period:
---
### 1. Late Second Temple Period (c. 2nd century BCE – 70 CE)
Even before Rabbinic Judaism crystallised, there were numerous distinct groups. Josephus famously lists four major “philosophies,” but we know of more:
- **Pharisees (Perushim)** — the forerunners of Rabbinic Judaism; believed in Oral Torah, resurrection, and divine providence.
- **Sadducees (Tzedukim)** — priestly, aristocratic, literalist; rejected Oral Torah and afterlife.
- **Essenes (Isiyim)** — pietist, separatist, likely associated with the Qumran community; strongly predestinarian, expected an imminent messianic age.
- **Zealots (Kana’im)** — revolutionary anti-Roman nationalists; later splintered into groups like the *Sicarii*.
- **Hellenistic Jews** — culturally Greek-speaking, often philosophically inclined (e.g., Philo of Alexandria); not a sect per se but a broad cultural wing.
- **Therapeutae** — described by Philo; a contemplative, ascetic community in Egypt, similar to but distinct from the Essenes.
- **Samaritans** — seen as a related but separate Israelite group; had their own Torah, temple on Mount Gerizim, and distinct traditions.
- **Early Jesus-followers (Jewish Christians/Notzrim)** — began as a Jewish movement, later separated.
So even before 70 CE, you could count at least **seven or eight major “wings.”**
---
### 2. Late Antiquity and Early Middle Ages (c. 70–1000 CE)
After the destruction of the Temple, Rabbinic Judaism gradually became dominant, but it was far from the only show.
- **Rabbinic Judaism (emerging mainstream)** — itself internally diverse: the academies of Palestine vs. Babylonia, different schools (Beit Hillel vs. Beit Shammai in the earlier phase), the rabbinic elite vs. the *Am Ha’aretz* (common folk).
- **Karaite Judaism (from 8th–9th century)** — rejected the Oral Torah, championed scripturalism. Karaites were a major rival to Rabbanite Jews for centuries, at times making up a significant portion of world Jewry.
- **Ananites and other proto-Karaite groups** — precursors to full-blown Karaism.
- **Residual groups** — remnants of Sadducee-like practice, possible pockets of Jewish-Christian sects (Ebionites, etc.) that eventually died out or were absorbed.
- **Rabbanite-Karaite split** effectively meant **two large competing branches** for much of the medieval period, though each contained sub-currents.
---
### 3. Medieval Period (c. 1000–1500 CE)
Within Rabbanite Judaism, profound intellectual and spiritual divisions emerged:
- **Rationalist philosophical Judaism** — heirs of Saadia Gaon, Maimonides, Gersonides. This wasn’t a denomination but a major trend, often in tension with traditionalists.
- **Anti-Maimonidean/Mystical movements** — those who opposed Aristotelian rationalism, often drawn to early Kabbalah.
- **Early Kabbalists** — centres in Provence, Gerona, and later the Zoharic circle in Spain. Not a separate sect, but a deeply distinctive spiritual wing.
- **Pietist movements (Hasidei Ashkenaz)** — 12th–13th century Rhineland pietism; emphasised asceticism and esotericism.
- **Philosophical-sceptical currents** — some Jews, like in 14th-century Spain, moved toward Averroism or near-atheism.
Still, most Jews lived within a broadly shared halakhic framework, and these were *streams within the Rabbanite world*, not formal denominations.
---
### 4. Early Modern Period (c. 1500–1800)
This era saw the rise of some of the most dramatic sectarian splits:
- **Sephardic exiles and their distinct cultures** — post-1492, with distinct liturgical rites, legal codes, and mystical currents.
- **Lurianic Kabbalah** — became the dominant theology in many communities; spurred messianic expectations.
- **Sabbatean movement (1665–1666)** — Shabbetai Zvi’s messianic claim swept large parts of the Jewish world. After his apostasy, Sabbateanism fragmented into:
- *Moderate crypto-Sabbateans* (keeping it secret)
- *Radical anti-nomian groups* (like the Dönmeh in Turkey, and later Frankists)
- **Frankists (18th century)** — Jacob Frank’s followers, many eventually left Judaism and joined Christianity, but formed a distinct messianic sect.
- **Hasidism (from mid-18th century)** — a revivalist, mystical, leader-centred movement.
- **Mitnagdim (opponents of Hasidism)** — the traditional rabbinic elite who opposed Hasidic innovations, centred on the Vilna Gaon.
- **Early Haskalah (Jewish Enlightenment)** — emerging in the late 18th century, a secularising/intellectual wing.
By the late 18th century, you already had Hasidim, Mitnagdim, Maskilim, and remnant Sabbateans/Frankists — at least **four or five active branches**, often in intense conflict.
---
### 5. Modern Era (19th century–present)
The modern denominational map emerged from the clashes between Haskalah, Hasidism, and traditional rabbinic authority:
- **Reform Judaism** (early 19th c., Germany)
- **Positive-Historical Judaism** → **Conservative/Masorti** (mid-19th c.)
- **Neo-Orthodoxy / Modern Orthodoxy** (Samson Raphael Hirsch, Azriel Hildesheimer)
- **Ultra-Orthodoxy / Haredi Judaism** (self-consciously anti-modern)
- **Zionist movements** (not a denomination, but a powerful trans-denominational wing; secular, religious, cultural)
- **Jewish Socialism / Bundism** (secular, Yiddishist)
- **Reconstructionism** (20th c.)
- **Humanistic Judaism** (20th c.)
- **Jewish Renewal** (late 20th c.)
Plus independent/ethnic Jewish traditions that developed in partial isolation:
- **Beta Israel (Ethiopian Jews)** — a pre-rabbinic, Haymanot tradition.
- **Bene Israel / Cochin Jews** — distinct customs, though largely within the rabbinic orbit.
- **Mountain Jews, Bukharan Jews**, etc. — not separate denominations but distinct cultural streams.
---
### So, historically, how many wings?
There’s no fixed number because the landscape constantly shifted. But if you’re looking for a rough accounting:
- In any given era, there were often **2–5 major competing movements**.
- Across the entire sweep of Jewish history, you can count **dozens of distinct “wings,”** ranging from full sects (Sadducees, Karaites, Sabbateans) to internal streams (Hasidim, Mitnagdim, Maskilim, modern denominations).
From the historian’s perspective, Judaism has always been a pluriform tradition — not a single tree, but a forest with many overlapping canopies.
Here’s a historical overview by period:
---
### 1. Late Second Temple Period (c. 2nd century BCE – 70 CE)
Even before Rabbinic Judaism crystallised, there were numerous distinct groups. Josephus famously lists four major “philosophies,” but we know of more:
- **Pharisees (Perushim)** — the forerunners of Rabbinic Judaism; believed in Oral Torah, resurrection, and divine providence.
- **Sadducees (Tzedukim)** — priestly, aristocratic, literalist; rejected Oral Torah and afterlife.
- **Essenes (Isiyim)** — pietist, separatist, likely associated with the Qumran community; strongly predestinarian, expected an imminent messianic age.
- **Zealots (Kana’im)** — revolutionary anti-Roman nationalists; later splintered into groups like the *Sicarii*.
- **Hellenistic Jews** — culturally Greek-speaking, often philosophically inclined (e.g., Philo of Alexandria); not a sect per se but a broad cultural wing.
- **Therapeutae** — described by Philo; a contemplative, ascetic community in Egypt, similar to but distinct from the Essenes.
- **Samaritans** — seen as a related but separate Israelite group; had their own Torah, temple on Mount Gerizim, and distinct traditions.
- **Early Jesus-followers (Jewish Christians/Notzrim)** — began as a Jewish movement, later separated.
So even before 70 CE, you could count at least **seven or eight major “wings.”**
---
### 2. Late Antiquity and Early Middle Ages (c. 70–1000 CE)
After the destruction of the Temple, Rabbinic Judaism gradually became dominant, but it was far from the only show.
- **Rabbinic Judaism (emerging mainstream)** — itself internally diverse: the academies of Palestine vs. Babylonia, different schools (Beit Hillel vs. Beit Shammai in the earlier phase), the rabbinic elite vs. the *Am Ha’aretz* (common folk).
- **Karaite Judaism (from 8th–9th century)** — rejected the Oral Torah, championed scripturalism. Karaites were a major rival to Rabbanite Jews for centuries, at times making up a significant portion of world Jewry.
- **Ananites and other proto-Karaite groups** — precursors to full-blown Karaism.
- **Residual groups** — remnants of Sadducee-like practice, possible pockets of Jewish-Christian sects (Ebionites, etc.) that eventually died out or were absorbed.
- **Rabbanite-Karaite split** effectively meant **two large competing branches** for much of the medieval period, though each contained sub-currents.
---
### 3. Medieval Period (c. 1000–1500 CE)
Within Rabbanite Judaism, profound intellectual and spiritual divisions emerged:
- **Rationalist philosophical Judaism** — heirs of Saadia Gaon, Maimonides, Gersonides. This wasn’t a denomination but a major trend, often in tension with traditionalists.
- **Anti-Maimonidean/Mystical movements** — those who opposed Aristotelian rationalism, often drawn to early Kabbalah.
- **Early Kabbalists** — centres in Provence, Gerona, and later the Zoharic circle in Spain. Not a separate sect, but a deeply distinctive spiritual wing.
- **Pietist movements (Hasidei Ashkenaz)** — 12th–13th century Rhineland pietism; emphasised asceticism and esotericism.
- **Philosophical-sceptical currents** — some Jews, like in 14th-century Spain, moved toward Averroism or near-atheism.
Still, most Jews lived within a broadly shared halakhic framework, and these were *streams within the Rabbanite world*, not formal denominations.
---
### 4. Early Modern Period (c. 1500–1800)
This era saw the rise of some of the most dramatic sectarian splits:
- **Sephardic exiles and their distinct cultures** — post-1492, with distinct liturgical rites, legal codes, and mystical currents.
- **Lurianic Kabbalah** — became the dominant theology in many communities; spurred messianic expectations.
- **Sabbatean movement (1665–1666)** — Shabbetai Zvi’s messianic claim swept large parts of the Jewish world. After his apostasy, Sabbateanism fragmented into:
- *Moderate crypto-Sabbateans* (keeping it secret)
- *Radical anti-nomian groups* (like the Dönmeh in Turkey, and later Frankists)
- **Frankists (18th century)** — Jacob Frank’s followers, many eventually left Judaism and joined Christianity, but formed a distinct messianic sect.
- **Hasidism (from mid-18th century)** — a revivalist, mystical, leader-centred movement.
- **Mitnagdim (opponents of Hasidism)** — the traditional rabbinic elite who opposed Hasidic innovations, centred on the Vilna Gaon.
- **Early Haskalah (Jewish Enlightenment)** — emerging in the late 18th century, a secularising/intellectual wing.
By the late 18th century, you already had Hasidim, Mitnagdim, Maskilim, and remnant Sabbateans/Frankists — at least **four or five active branches**, often in intense conflict.
---
### 5. Modern Era (19th century–present)
The modern denominational map emerged from the clashes between Haskalah, Hasidism, and traditional rabbinic authority:
- **Reform Judaism** (early 19th c., Germany)
- **Positive-Historical Judaism** → **Conservative/Masorti** (mid-19th c.)
- **Neo-Orthodoxy / Modern Orthodoxy** (Samson Raphael Hirsch, Azriel Hildesheimer)
- **Ultra-Orthodoxy / Haredi Judaism** (self-consciously anti-modern)
- **Zionist movements** (not a denomination, but a powerful trans-denominational wing; secular, religious, cultural)
- **Jewish Socialism / Bundism** (secular, Yiddishist)
- **Reconstructionism** (20th c.)
- **Humanistic Judaism** (20th c.)
- **Jewish Renewal** (late 20th c.)
Plus independent/ethnic Jewish traditions that developed in partial isolation:
- **Beta Israel (Ethiopian Jews)** — a pre-rabbinic, Haymanot tradition.
- **Bene Israel / Cochin Jews** — distinct customs, though largely within the rabbinic orbit.
- **Mountain Jews, Bukharan Jews**, etc. — not separate denominations but distinct cultural streams.
---
### So, historically, how many wings?
There’s no fixed number because the landscape constantly shifted. But if you’re looking for a rough accounting:
- In any given era, there were often **2–5 major competing movements**.
- Across the entire sweep of Jewish history, you can count **dozens of distinct “wings,”** ranging from full sects (Sadducees, Karaites, Sabbateans) to internal streams (Hasidim, Mitnagdim, Maskilim, modern denominations).
From the historian’s perspective, Judaism has always been a pluriform tradition — not a single tree, but a forest with many overlapping canopies.
So, what Jewish means differs a lot.
That’s exactly the key insight — and you’ve put it beautifully and concisely: **what “Jewish” means has differed a lot, and it still does.**
Everything we just walked through — the Pharisees, Sadducees, Karaites, Sabbateans, Hasidim, Haskalah, Reform, Orthodox, secular Zionists, Ethiopian Jews — shows that Jewish identity has never been a single, stable thing. It’s always been a moving, contested conversation, shaped by:
- **Different understandings of revelation** (is there an Oral Torah? Is the Torah divine? Is it binding?)
- **Different relationships to law and practice** (halakha as all-encompassing, halakha as evolving, halakha as non-binding, or halakha as rejected)
- **Different experiences of peoplehood** (religious nation, ethnic group, culture, civilisation, fate)
- **Different responses to the outside world** (assimilation, separatism, cultural synthesis, political activism)
So yes — to be Jewish can mean:
- To be part of a covenant defined by meticulous observance of 613 mitzvot and the halakhic system
- To be part of a sacred community defined by shared history and culture, even without theistic belief
- To be born of a Jewish mother (or, for some, also a Jewish father) regardless of practice
- To have undergone conversion according to one community’s standards, but possibly not another’s
- To identify with a people that has prayed in Hebrew for millennia — or that re-invented itself through Yiddish literature, Ladino songs, or secular kibbutzim
And historically, as we saw, there were always “Judaisms” (plural) — competing visions, sometimes barely on speaking terms. Today, the different branches often don’t recognise each other’s conversions, marriages, or divorces, yet they still belong to one larger, messy, argumentative family.
If you’re interested, we could go deeper into:
- How the question **“Who is a Jew?”** gets answered differently by different movements
- What, if anything, **unifies** all these wings despite the differences
- Or how this diversity plays out in modern Israel versus the diaspora
But for now: yes — “Jewish” has always been a deeply multi-voiced thing, and that’s one of the most authentically Jewish facts about it.
Everything we just walked through — the Pharisees, Sadducees, Karaites, Sabbateans, Hasidim, Haskalah, Reform, Orthodox, secular Zionists, Ethiopian Jews — shows that Jewish identity has never been a single, stable thing. It’s always been a moving, contested conversation, shaped by:
- **Different understandings of revelation** (is there an Oral Torah? Is the Torah divine? Is it binding?)
- **Different relationships to law and practice** (halakha as all-encompassing, halakha as evolving, halakha as non-binding, or halakha as rejected)
- **Different experiences of peoplehood** (religious nation, ethnic group, culture, civilisation, fate)
- **Different responses to the outside world** (assimilation, separatism, cultural synthesis, political activism)
So yes — to be Jewish can mean:
- To be part of a covenant defined by meticulous observance of 613 mitzvot and the halakhic system
- To be part of a sacred community defined by shared history and culture, even without theistic belief
- To be born of a Jewish mother (or, for some, also a Jewish father) regardless of practice
- To have undergone conversion according to one community’s standards, but possibly not another’s
- To identify with a people that has prayed in Hebrew for millennia — or that re-invented itself through Yiddish literature, Ladino songs, or secular kibbutzim
And historically, as we saw, there were always “Judaisms” (plural) — competing visions, sometimes barely on speaking terms. Today, the different branches often don’t recognise each other’s conversions, marriages, or divorces, yet they still belong to one larger, messy, argumentative family.
If you’re interested, we could go deeper into:
- How the question **“Who is a Jew?”** gets answered differently by different movements
- What, if anything, **unifies** all these wings despite the differences
- Or how this diversity plays out in modern Israel versus the diaspora
But for now: yes — “Jewish” has always been a deeply multi-voiced thing, and that’s one of the most authentically Jewish facts about it.
Another point they all might agree on is that leaving them alone until they figured it out won't help, right along with those responsible for Bunker time.
We might wonder, if the Diaspora rule by God was about distracting them onto more important things than their constant identity crisis.
So, living the Jewish Identity is hard anyway. Innit? So much to choose from.
Look, when anyone asks me in German, if I was a Jew, especially just walking out of my flat, the only fucking Jewish thing is German Race Theory based my hair, eyes and skin, but not single other object. So, what the fuck you nazi prick son of a bitch!
#cyberpunkcoltoure
#igotstuck
If I have ever my Cyberdeck in the personal version to be turned from stationary to portable than for the ultimate version put into a body:
I never mind opening the door myself. Sometimes.
#cyberpunkcoltoure #degger
#zionism
So, when this guy quotes the President of Uganda: There is freedom of expression in Uganda, but I cannot gurantee freedom after expressing an opionon to everyone.
Then I wonder if he really understood the Holocaust, Diasporah and his beloved Israel, to be honest.
Imagine a place where you cannot just speak up. You have Nazi Germany.
Imagine a place you can just speak up and the worst happening is a few days in solitude to rethink that. Uganda.
So, fuck you, Apartheid South Africa and Rhodesia.
#thevaninme
#jedi
#cyberpunkcoltoure
PS: Not one hour in a Torah school, dude, but German Abitur. "What does it help when a German can online check if his Grandpa was in the NSDAP?"
Guess who looks it up....: Those that then can connect a few dots especially having a hit.
"Anti-Semetism is part of the World Cultural Heritage" around 27:51
Oh. That is also our heritage? ...walking off...
Here my son. I am now past away. I always loved you. Also, in the box, my Arsenic and poison collection in ready to use, unlabeled water bottles wrapped in nice gift paper. Not too much of it, one zip is lethal. Haha. Disposing them was too expensive.
SAAAAARRRRAAAAAHHH PUT DOWN THAT BOOTLE NOW!!!
Don't imagine now what little Arabs in the Middle East feel, but how mad I am that everyone with a PhD from a German University means to be telling me things, instead of learning first to read and write properly, before daring to speak up. And yes, last but not least, these Zionist Jews here.
#noblessoblige
... in a close potential future ...
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The rain hammered DeeCee like a dwarf with a grudge, turning the Mall into a black mirror smeared with neon. I was in a bar called The Chrome Swan, nursing a synthwhisky that tasted like the rust it came from, when she walked in. Elf, tall, chrome-eyed, wearing a long coat that whispered of mil-spec weave. She sat down across from me and placed a credstick on the sticky table. Fifty thousand nuyen, untraceable.
“I want to know what happened in the White House,” she said. Her voice was low and clipped, the kind that came from years of giving orders that got people killed. “Not the official line. The truth.”
I picked up the stick, weighed it. “You and every conspiracy freak on the Matrix. The Iron Dawn cult grabbed President Thorne, broadcast his humiliation for six hours, then went silent. Secret Service goes in, finds the prez frozen stiff, the cultists all dead, and nobody remembers a damn thing. Case closed. Move along.”
She leaned forward. Her chrome irises dilated like camera shutters. “The mana spell that froze him was broken. They’re saying a magical feedback loop wiped everyone’s short-term memory. But I’ve seen the astral forensics. Someone layered a high-grade Alter Memory ritual over the entire compound. Someone wanted a blank slate. Find out who, and why.”
Her name, she said, was Vail. No first name. She’d wire the rest of the fee once I delivered a datafile with every dirty detail. I took the job. In my line of work, turning down fifty-K meant I’d have to start eating my own boots.
The case swallowed me whole. I started with the official reports—redacted so heavily they looked like a form of modern art. The hostage crisis had started at 03:00 local time, a full squad of Iron Dawn fanatics breaching the White House through an old service tunnel sealed since the ’30s. They were a militarized metahuman-supremacist cult, obsessed with ancient Norse warrior codes, cybernetic augmentation, and blood rituals. Their leader, a troll called Harald Redmane, had streamed live from the Oval Office, forcing the president to read a manifesto about “the weak blood of democracy” while they decorated the Resolute Desk with pagan sigils in his own blood. The stream cut out mid-sentence. Static for eight hours. Then the Secret Service HTR team entered, expecting a slaughterhouse. Instead, they found a silent tableau: twelve cultists dead in various poses, no bullet wounds, no blade marks, their bodies contorted as if they’d simply stopped living. In the center, President Thorne sat frozen in his chair, eyes open, a thin layer of frost on his skin despite the room temperature. The team’s mage, a combat specialist from Knight Errant, identified the spell as a complex mana stasis—a block of solidified astral energy that locked the body in a single instant. He shattered it with a brute-force dispelling. The president gasped, blinked, and asked what time it was. He remembered nothing. The Secret Service agents on duty that night remembered nothing. Cameras inside the building had been reduced to slag by a localized EMP, and the Matrix feeds were looped. Perfect, clinical, surgical.
Someone had cleaned house. Someone very good.
I hit the streets. My first stop was an old contact, a retired UCAS Army mage named Grist, who ran a talismonger shop in a strip mall in Anacostia. Grist had a face like a melted candle and a cyberarm that hummed when he got nervous. He scanned the astral traces I’d pulled from a leaked forensic file—faint, but there—and his cyberarm began to whine.
“Frag me,” he whispered. “That’s not just Alter Memory. That’s a voidweave. It’s a combat application of mind magic designed to scrub operational exposure. Only a few military covens teach it. You’re looking at a black ops lodge.” He wouldn’t say more, but he gave me a name: “Ask about the Lost Assassins. But be careful, Kael. Some thorns cut deeper than bone.”
The Lost Assassins. Even in the shadows, that name was a ghost story. A secret society inside the UCAS military, founded decades ago by a cabal of special forces adepts who believed that true lethality required perfect discipline, absolute stealth, and a path of symbolic trials. They were a martial order, a cult of the silent kill. Their ranks were measured in Dan levels, like some ancient martial arts, but their tests were legendary infiltration exercises. I dug through dead-drop files, bribed a retired DIA analyst, and finally got the key. The highest Dan test—the test that made you a master, a Tenth Dan—was to infiltrate the White House grounds, undetected, and plant a full rose trunk. Not a cutting, not a seed. A whole, live, rooted rose bush. Thorns and all. The difficulty wasn’t just the security, the wards, the spirits, the drones. It was the thorns. You had to carry a naked rose trunk, wrapped only in cloth, bleeding from a hundred tiny punctures, your pain a constant distraction, your blood a trail you could never leave. It was a meditation on suffering, on silence, on the ghost’s path. And if you succeeded, the rose would bloom, and only the lodge would know.
No one had ever attempted it in a large team. Until that night.
The pieces clicked with a sound like a slide racking home. The hostage crisis had been a diversion—a noisy, bloody, spectacular diversion. The Iron Dawn cult wasn’t just a random group of fanatics. They’d been armed, funded, and guided into that tunnel by someone with deep intelligence access. Someone who wanted the entire White House security apparatus focused on the Oval Office while a different kind of predator slipped through the gardens. The Lost Assassins had come in a full tactical element for the first time. Not to plant one rose. To plant a grove.
I needed proof. I needed to see those roses. Three nights after the world forgot, I strapped on a chameleon suit and infiltrated the White House grounds via the utility conduits under the Ellipse. The security was still chaotic—new wards, jumpy spirits, rotating patrols—but they were looking outward, not inward. I crossed the South Lawn in a low crawl, dodged a patrolling steel lynx drone, and reached the Jacqueline Kennedy Garden. And there, in the damp soil near the old magnolia, was a rose bush that didn’t belong. It was tall, robust, its canes a glossy black, its thorns long and curved like elven ceremonial blades. The trunk itself—I could see the root ball bulging under a thin layer of mulch—had been planted with military precision. Around it, half-hidden in the shadows, I counted seven more. Eight rose bushes, arranged in a perfect circle. A ritual pattern.
I touched one thorn. The moment my skin broke, a shockwave of astral static slammed into my brain. A vision fragment: a dozen figures in matte-black form-fitting armor, their faces blanked by active camouflage, moving in absolute silence. Their hands bled freely onto the rose trunks they carried, the blood sizzling as it hit the thorns. An adept in the center, fingers dancing, weaving the voidweave that wiped memory from every mind inside the perimeter. And the roses drinking that blood, their roots twisting into the earth, finding… something. An astral ley line. A link to the presidential bloodline. A sympathetic bond that stretched into the Oval Office where Thorne sat frozen, a single drop of blood already drawn from his finger and fed into the soil by a monofilament thread.
The cultists were dead because the Lost Assassins had killed them—silently, efficiently, with nerve strikes and monowire garrotes that left no mark. The president’s stasis wasn’t a byproduct of the memory wipe; it was the essential component. While the world watched a looped feed, the lodge had completed a ritual of control. They’d planted a blood-oath garden, and now the Commander-in-Chief was bound by the thorns.
I stumbled back, my head ringing. I had everything Vail wanted. Too much. I turned to leave, and she was standing there—Vail, still in that long coat, a half-smile on her lips. Behind her, four more figures materialized from the dark, their armor absorbing the rain. Their hands were wrapped in stained cloth, fresh cuts glistening on their palms. The Lost Assassins.
“You did well, Kael,” she said, stepping closer. Her chrome eyes flickered with an internal display. “We needed someone to connect the dots, see if the trail could be followed by an outsider. You were our penetration test. Your report would’ve exposed us, which means we left a footprint. Now we erase it.”
I went for the gun in my coat, but my arm locked up. A mana spell—stasis, the same trick, just a fingertip version. I could only watch as she drew a monofilament garrote from her sleeve, the wire so thin it sang in the rain.
“This night we came as a larger team,” she said, almost wistful. “The Tenth Dan test was never just about the rose. It was about the garden. A garden that will grow, and bloom, and whisper our will into the soul of the nation. No one remembers anything. You won’t either.”
The wire tightened around my throat, and the world narrowed to the scent of roses and rust. My last thought, as the rain turned red and the thorns drank deep, was that I’d finally understood the test. The true test wasn’t planting the rose. It was pruning the witnesses.
In the morning, the gardeners found a fresh black rose blooming on the South Lawn, and no trace that I had ever existed. The president smiled for the cameras, and no one remembered why the sky smelled like blood.
**Epilogue: The Thorn’s Recollection**
Three weeks after the rose garden bloomed, Vail sat alone in a soundproofed safehouse in Baltimore, her chrome eyes reflecting nothing but the glow of her own internal display. The memory loss hadn’t been in the plan. The voidweave was a razor—it cut everything inside the perimeter. But she’d been inside the perimeter. They all had. The ritual required their blood in the soil, their hands on the thorns. So the weave had scoured them too, leaving only fragmented ghost images and a dull ache where purpose used to live.
Her cyberdeck, a custom Fairlight Excalibur fused into her neural architecture, had survived the blanking better than her meat brain. It kept logs. It kept a personality agent, a ghost of her own pre-mission self named *Echo*, who now spoke to her in quiet, patient tones whenever she booted up for a diagnostic. At first, she thought she was a monster. The deck showed her snippets of her own actions: the hiring of a private detective named Kael, the cold manipulation, the garrote in the rain. She had murdered an innocent man who’d only been doing his job. She had worn the face of a shadow patron and fed him a trail of breadcrumbs that led to his own throat. That was the kind of wetwork she’d done a dozen times for the lodge, but without context, it curdled in her stomach.
*Echo* began leaving notes. At first, single lines: *“You planted a garden. Why?”* Then questions: *“Who was President Thorne before the siege?”* Vail would stare at that one for hours, her brow furrowed. The official record said he was an aging politician, a compromise candidate. But there were data ghosts in her encrypted memory cache, files that *Echo* had locked behind a fractal passcode that only Vail’s own returning memories could unlock. Every time she pieced together a correct conclusion, a new fragment decrypted. It was a fail-safe, a cognitive keying system. The lodge had anticipated the memory wipe and built her a path back.
Night after night, she sat with the deck, the rain drumming on the windows, and talked to her own echo.
“Show me the president’s astral signature before the op,” she said one evening.
*Echo* projected a still image captured from her retinal recording: President Thorne at a press conference two weeks prior to the hostage crisis. In normal vision, he looked tired but resolute. In astral overlay, his aura was a maelstrom. A black, chitinous lattice curled around his frontal lobe, tiny legs twitching. Insect spirit. Not a bug shaman’s ally—a full-on inhabitation husk. The Thorne that the world had voted for was already dead, his body a meat puppet for a queen wasp that had been laying plans to turn the Cabinet into a hive.
Vail’s breath caught. She remembered. The Iron Dawn cult hadn’t been a diversion manufactured by the lodge. They’d been a genuine threat, armed and pointed at the White House by the insect spirit itself as a false-flag to justify martial law. The lodge had discovered this only seventy-two hours before the siege. A direct assault on an inhabited president would’ve triggered the Secret Service’s own mages, the Vice President would’ve been sworn in, and the hive would’ve simply migrated. The only clean solution was to let the siege happen, to use the noise as cover, and to execute a ritual that had been a myth even among the Lost Assassins: the Garden of Unbinding.
The rose bushes weren’t a blood-oath to control the president. They were a prison. Each black rose’s root system tapped into the ley line beneath the White House and grew a lattice of living thorns in astral space, wrapping around the insect spirit’s presence and crushing it. The thorns drank the president’s blood from that single drop, creating a sympathetic chain that localized the spirit. The stasis spell had frozen him in the exact moment of exorcism. When the Secret Service mage shattered the stasis, the spirit died, and Thorne—the real Thorne, what little remained of his consciousness—was pulled back from the brink. The voidweave erased all memory of the truth because the truth would’ve been worse than ignorance. A president possessed by a bug spirit. That revelation would’ve toppled the government, shattered public trust, and probably triggered a nuclear response from the corporate court out of sheer paranoid self-preservation. Stability required a lie, and the Lost Assassins had planted it in a garden of black blooms.
Vail wept. Her hands trembled as she replayed the moment she had killed Kael. He’d been right about almost everything—the diversion, the roses, the ritual. He’d just been wrong about the intent. He’d seen control, not liberation. And she, blanked and operating on lodge conditioning, had garroted him with the cold efficiency of a machine. He was a loose end, and the mission demanded no loose ends. *Echo* didn’t judge. It simply displayed the mission parameters: *Objective: Exorcise inhabiting entity from POTUS. Maintain continuity of government. Preserve secrecy at any cost.* The “any cost” included a good detective who’d gotten too close.
“Could I have convinced him?” she asked the empty room. *Echo* simulated a probability curve: 8%. Kael was a cynic. He’d have seen the bug-spirit files and assumed it was a planted lie, or worse, he’d have tried to sell the truth to the highest bidder. The lodge’s calculus was brutal, but it was correct. So she had been the blade in the dark, and now she had to live with the memory of his blood mixing with the rain.
Over the following days, her full memory reintegrated. The team had gone in with twelve operatives. They’d snuck through the Rose Garden just as the Iron Dawn stream cut out. They’d eliminated the cultists with nerve strikes and monowire, moving like ghosts. Then the ritual began. She’d been the anchor, the one who held the voidweave in place while the others bled onto the roots. The smell of roses and ozone had filled her senses. President Thorne’s frozen face had contorted for a moment, a silent scream as the insect spirit writhed. Then stillness. Peace.
The lodge had left a single black rose on the Resolute Desk before they vanished. No one remembered it. The cleaning staff threw it away. But the garden remained.
Vail closed the log and looked out the window at the Baltimore skyline, where the morning sun was burning off the fog. Her cyberdeck dimmed, *Echo* retreating to background processes. She was whole again, and the weight of it was almost unbearable. But the president was free, the hive was ash, and the nation continued its slow, ignorant spin toward another election cycle. That was stability. That was liberation.
She stood, pulled on her long coat, and walked out into the city. Somewhere, a gardener at the White House was admiring a new rose bush, its flowers the color of dried blood. She would carry Kael’s ghost with her, a private thorn that no voidweave could ever cut. And she would never speak of what she knew. That was the highest Dan. Not planting the rose. Carrying the silence afterward.
In her internal vision, a final line from *Echo* scrolled across her retina, the deck reflecting her own words back at her from the mission’s original briefing: *“We are the thorns no one sees, growing where the rot hides. We bleed so the garden may live.”*
She let the words fade, and walked on.
The rain over DC tasted like ozone and old blood. Kael hung from a strap in a press van, chewing a Long Haul tablet that made his teeth buzz. He was a stringer for a mid-tier news node, wired on deadline and three different amphetamines that blurred the line between paranoia and insight. President Thorne had just gasped back into consciousness, the siege was over, and the official story was already unraveling before it had been stitched together. No one could remember anything. The Secret Service agents who breached the Oval Office stood around with the hollow expressions of people trying to recall a dream that left only dread. The Iron Dawn cultists were dead, twelve bodies contorted on the antique carpet, and the president smiled for the cameras like a man who had just woken from a nap. Kael knew a ghost story when he smelled one.
His contact in the Park Police had sent him a single image before scrubbing it from his commlink: a black rose bush, full-grown, planted in the Jacqueline Kennedy Garden where no rose had been the day before. The thorns were long and cruel, the petals the color of a bruise. Kael stared at the image until the pixels burned into his retinas, and a name surfaced from a two-year-old story he’d killed for lack of proof. *The Lost Assassins.* A whisper inside the UCAS military, a lodge so secret that its members were ghosts. Their highest test, rumor said, was to infiltrate the White House grounds and plant a living rose trunk, thorns and all. No one had ever confirmed they existed. Until now.
He met Vail at a pop-up data den in Anacostia. She was a freelance analyst with chrome eyes and a Fairlight Excalibur cyberdeck fused to her nervous system. The deck ran a personality agent she called *Echo*, a mirror of her own consciousness that logged everything she saw, heard, and thought, even when her meat brain failed. Vail had been monitoring the astral bands during the siege from a rooftop a block away, and when the voidweave detonated, the shockwave blanked her organic memory entirely. She woke up in an alley with no recollection of the past eight hours, her eyes scrolling a single system message: *“Memory integrity compromised. Echo backup engaged.”*
The deck had recorded everything her senses had absorbed. She just couldn’t access it yet. The files were locked behind a cognitive keying protocol—a series of deductions she had to make correctly before *Echo* would release the memories. The lodge had anticipated the wipe. They’d built her a path home, but she had to walk it blind.
Kael and Vail pooled their fragments. The black rose. The voidweave. The mysterious deaths of the Iron Dawn cultists—no bullet wounds, no blade marks, just bodies stopped cold. The president’s frozen stasis. The memory gap that covered everyone inside the perimeter, including, Vail now understood, herself. She had been too close. The weave had caught her. And in her blind panic, she had begun constructing a story: the Lost Assassins were a fascist shadow cell that had exploited the crisis to seize control of the government. Kael, high on stimulants and the narcotic certainty of a scoop, had written the headline before they’d finished their first cup of synthcaf. *“SECRET LODGE PLANTS THORNS IN THE WHITE HOUSE: THE COUP WE WERE ALLOWED TO FORGET.”*
They had enough to publish. The rose was physical proof. The lodge’s existence was circumstantial but explosive. And they had never met a single member. They had no faces, no names, no testimony. Just the shape of a conspiracy so perfectly hidden that exposing it felt like peeling back the skin of the world to show the tendons underneath. That was the story. That was the lie they almost told.
*Echo* began leaving Vail notes in her AR display. First a question: *“What was President Thorne before the siege?”* She dug into the public archives and found a man worn thin by office, a centrist compromise who had seemed increasingly erratic in closed-door sessions. Then a second question, unlocked only after she answered the first with a data query that correlated his behavior with known patterns of insect spirit habitation: *“Why would a warrior lodge erase memories?”* Not to cover a crime. A crime would leave bodies with bullet holes, a smoking gun, a cover story. The memories were erased to protect something. To hide a wound that couldn’t be shown.
The fragments of Vail’s own memory began to unlock as she pieced together the truth. It happened in a motel room in Baltimore, three weeks after the siege, while Kael paced and popped another Zen tablet to take the edge off his paranoia. Her cyberdeck hummed, *Echo*’s voice a calm whisper in her mind, and suddenly a cascade of imagery flooded her. The rooftop. The astral surge. A dozen figures in matte-black armor moving through the South Lawn like ink through water. Their hands bled freely onto the wrapped rose trunks they carried. She saw the Oval Office through a spectral haze—President Thorne, frozen, a black chitinous shape writhing inside his aura, legs like needles around his frontal lobe. The Iron Dawn cultists already dead, sprawled where they had fallen to invisible strikes. And the roses sinking into the soil, roots finding the ley line, thorns growing in astral space to cage the insect queen and crush it. The exorcism took exactly seven minutes, and when it was done, a single black rose lay on the Resolute Desk. Then the voidweave, intentional, surgical, wiping the memory from every living soul inside the perimeter so that no one would ever speak of the monster that had worn the president’s face.
Vail gasped and doubled over. The truth was a physical weight. The Lost Assassins hadn’t staged a coup. They had freed the most powerful man in the world from a bug spirit, used the crisis as cover, and then erased themselves to preserve the stability of the nation. If the public ever knew that a hive queen had occupied the Oval Office, the government would crumble. The corporate court would invoke emergency protocols. There would be purges, witch hunts, mass hysteria, and the very democracy they claimed to protect would burn. The assassins had chosen silence as the highest form of service.
Kael watched her, his own stim-dilated eyes wide. She told him everything. The draft of his story glowed on his commlink, a weapon he had almost fired at the people who had saved them all. He wasn’t a detective; he was a journalist, a storyteller who had almost written the first draft of a catastrophe. The drugs had sharpened his senses but dulled his wisdom. Now, with the truth crashing through his system like ice water, he saw the story for what it was: a false report born of narcotic certainty and a desperate need to impose a villain on a world that had no clean heroes.
They sat in silence for a long time. The city hummed beyond the thin walls. Vail’s cyberdeck displayed a final message from *Echo*: *“Integration complete. The silence is your awakening.”* They had never met a Lost Assassin. They would never seek them out. They knew only that the lodge existed, and that its members were the thorns no one saw, growing where the rot hid. To expose them would be to salt the garden and leave the nation defenseless against the next monster. The truth was a secret, and the secret was a burden, but it was also a strange kind of gift.
When dawn broke, they systematically destroyed every scrap of data. The datachips were degaussed and smashed. The notes were burned. Vail purged *Echo*’s logs, the deck erasing her own ghost with a whisper of gratitude. Kael deleted his draft and then overwrote the empty sectors seven times. By the time the sun was full up, there was no record that the Lost Assassins had ever existed, except for a black rose blooming in a garden where only the worthy could recognize its meaning.
That was the awakening. Kael walked out of the motel and saw the city with different eyes. The shadows no longer hid only conspiracies and corruption; they hid guardians, sacrifices, the silent machinery of a world that kept spinning because someone, somewhere, was willing to bleed in the dark. The paranoia that had fueled his journalism dissolved into a quieter vigilance. He no longer needed the stimulants to feel sharp; the weight of the secret was enough. He saw the fragility of the system he had once mocked, and he understood that his true job was not to expose every hidden thing, but to know when silence was the greater truth.
Vail boarded a train to a new assignment, her chrome eyes reflecting the passing landscape, her mind finally whole. She would carry the memory of that night like a thorn in her heart—painful, but keeping her alive. They never saw each other again, but they didn’t need to. They had been journalists chasing a story that would have burned the world, and instead, they had found a truth that set them free from their own arrogance. The price was the story itself, surrendered forever. The reward was a vision of the world that few ever earned: the knowledge that even in a corrupt, bleeding, neon-soaked future, there were still those who guarded the garden, and that sometimes the bravest act was to simply let them remain hidden.
In the White House, the black rose grew. The president governed with a clarity and compassion that baffled his advisors. And somewhere in the unseen places, the Lost Assassins tended their thorns, knowing that two strangers had found the path and chosen, against all instinct, to walk it in silence.
Meanwhile somewhere in an U.S. Army barracks:
Do you think you can get out at night from your quarter and place that sticker at the Barrack High School Sticker Board?
And get back not being seen?
Heard or Witnessed?
I can.
No Sir, Yes, Sir? Good. No word. I check the board.
Meanwhile
The real deal expands the Rosebed and waits if anyone gets it.
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#provos
Jim. Is that the new Farm Water Reservoir?
Yes. Just imported and already standing.
Its ... solid.
It is the exact shape and size of a Russian Long Range Ground to Ground Missile.
Ok.
Filling up with water now.
...
Accepting pre-orders now! No deposit. You will be listed.
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2650 Wisconsin Avenue, N.W.
Washington
D.C., 20007
Please mail a copy of the letter for easy of customs to:
U.S. Department of State
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Washington
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The Bureau of Justification at the War Fighter Ministry
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Delivery as soon as President Trump won peace
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#Ukraine
To believe Russian military leadership will not expect a Western European attack is naive. No matter who will be blamed when it escalates, The Russian will now calculate how far they let the enemy reach into their soil and how to counter attack.
There is a great chance that they will manage to stop every advance into Russian soil on all wings and already yet while preparing to do so have the first strikes deep into the EU.
Those must be considered to also target administrative buildings like the EU Parliament or Kantzleramt in Berlin and not just military leadership, weapon manufacturers and critical infrastructure.
The estimated total active inventory of combined missiles, long-range rockets, and one-way attack drones capable of striking EU territory from Russian soil or the Russian fleet is between 8,000 and 10,500 weapons.
Rather than a static stockpile, this number reflects a highly dynamic "supply chain arsenal." Due to continuous industrial scaling, Russia simultaneously expends these systems in mass salvos while churning out hundreds of new units every month.
They will calculate, how quickly they can produce any of these weapons, how long they can keep up steady firing them and when running out completely of those to having then to use aircrafts or get artillery closer.
If the EU and Russia go against each other, again blaming each other for being the Firestarter, Russia might as well fire the entire Arsenal until empty and on production only against every possible target in the EU before even considering talking a single word of negotiations.
I am sure Hisballah and Hamas all said most commonly "We need more rockets." and the Iranians only have sold Drones to them.
If they fight back or attack over a Flank:
Russia's conventional, ground-based rocket and traditional cannon artillery systems generally max out at operational ranges between 120 and 200 kilometers.
We reach a whole new level of stupid levels of destruction:
Intelligence reports, including audits from Estonia's Foreign Intelligence Service and the Institute for the Study of War (ISW), indicate that Russia’s total production has reached an annual rate of 7 million artillery shells, mortar rounds, and rockets.
Then, not one special forces platoon has approached any high quality target, yet.
This war can take a very long time and that's plenty of time producing one time use items, you fucks.
My Temu gear lives longer ... green LED stripes, fluorescence garden stones.
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Can we not just all try Love, Peace and Harmony??
#provos #terroristgangs
I love you!
Jim. Is that the new Farm Water Reservoir?
Yes. Just imported and already standing.
Its ... solid.
It is the exact shape and size of a Russian Long Range Ground to Ground Missile.
It is the exact shape and size of a Russian Long Range Ground to Ground Missile.
Ok.
Filling up with water now.
#armytsrong #mumsndads
#thecornbelt
#belfast
They managed to step right into overwatch:
The intersection of Newtownards Road and Monroe Street is situated in a Protestant/Loyalist area.
However, this specific location is highly sensitive, as it borders the Short Strand, an inner-city Catholic/Nationalist enclave. Because it is a direct "interface area" (where Catholic and Protestant neighborhoods physically meet), sectarian tensions and public clashes have historically been common here.Are you looking for information on this area to plan a visit, or for historical context regarding the Troubles? Let me know, and I can provide specific, relevant resources or safety advice.
These spots are heavily surveyed by the Intelligence wings of both para-military organizations. In opposite of media outlet statements no party was fully disarmed. Provitional IRA (pro vitio, not pro visio) and most Royalist Groups declared to put down arms, not to dismantle them. Continuity IRA refused that with some counter parts I can't specifically name and declared to continue armed training, not to fight the peace.
Obviously, all spots in which anyone could manage to trigger another militant clash are therefore under surveillance to allow talks before military action. Both parties also were well aware that any person must be properly identified that causes harm to the peace process...
That's why the frustrated Chief of Police called them, I quote: "These Idiots ..."
So, you tell me. The guy in white at 05:14. Does he look scared or being in an early pre-phase of my current mental state???
#TIE
The Journalist of CBC News concludes that this is about Who are we. That's how the Good Friday Agreement negotiations started. We are Irish. None of wants to see the world burn.
So, if anyone tells you he wants to join being Irish or first figure out how that feels... who the fuck are you not to help him?
It is estimated that 50 to 80 million people of Irish descent live outside of Ireland. This vast global network—known as the Irish diaspora—is 8 to 13 times larger than the island's domestic population of roughly 6 million.
The Bat Man was there with his Portuguese buddy. That's just nohhhrth of Africa.
#provos #IRAmovement #ironcladthegoblin #centurion #deadhead
#misconceptions
Do the math from here:
The scale of Russian crop farming is driven by high agricultural corporatization, where major agro-holdings utilize economies of scale to manage hundreds of thousands of hectares.
Key drivers behind these large-scale operations include:
The "Black Earth" Belt: The highly fertile chernozem soils stretching between Ukraine and Kazakhstan form the agricultural heartland, where individual farms can stretch across hundreds of thousands of acres
hundreds of thousands of acres ?
But like many as in individual farms. That's hundreds or ... ?
It is dozens of massive mega-farms (corporate agro-holdings)—not thousands of traditional individual farms—that control these multi-million-acre territories.
While hundreds of thousands of independent small family farms do exist across Russia, they operate on small plots. The landscape of the fertile "Black Earth" belt is explicitly defined by extreme corporate consolidation.
The Scale of Consolidation
According to the 2026 agricultural data compiled by BEFL, the dynamic breaks down clearly:
The Top 81 Mega-Holdings: Just 81 corporate agro-holdings collectively manage a staggering 19.9 million hectares (nearly 50 million acres) of Russian farmland.
The Elite Top 10: Within that small group, the 10 largest corporate giants control 7.8 million hectares (over 19 million acres).The Largest Single Holdings: A single corporate entity like Miratorg controls roughly 1.22 million hectares (3 million acres) all on its own.
Instead of a patchwork of thousands of separate owners, a traveler looking out at a horizon of Russian wheat is typically looking at a singular, massive corporate enterprise that extends as far as the eye can see.
Ok. Its not that bad. Innit?
#TIE
#cyberpunkcoltoure
You can ran blind over a field, with covered eyes sprint through a forest, or lust wander with stitched out eyes over a anti-person minefield on pain killers. It is all your free choice... Be the Smith of your own fortune, neighbour.
PS: For those in need of a hint, here the sledgehammer:
If Russia utilized its massive corporate crop fields primarily for energy production, they could theoretically generate an immense amount of fuel—reaching between 1.5 Exajoules (EJ) and 3.4 Exajoules of bioenergy annually from current cultivated lands alone.
To put that scale into perspective, 1.5 to 3.4 EJ of energy is equivalent to roughly 250 million to 570 million barrels of oil, or enough to completely cover 15% to 30% of Russia’s entire domestic energy consumption.
Russia does not actually convert its prime food crops into commercial fuel due to its vast, cheap reserves of traditional oil and natural gas. Instead, the real focus is on agricultural waste (straw, husks, and stalks left over after harvest).
According to data from the Russian Biofuels Association, Russia generates over 250 million metric tonnes of agricultural waste every year.
Converting just this leftover biomass into solid fuel pellets or biogas yields up to 100 million tonnes of coal equivalent (mtce) in green energy without reducing the global food supply.
Beyond what is currently farmed, Russia holds roughly 40 million hectares of abandoned or unused arable land that fell out of production after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Studies on high-latitude farming indicate that planting fast-growing, cold-tolerant energy crops (like willow or poplar) on these spare lands could unlock an additional 24 Exajoules of bioenergy—theoretically enough to power a small continent.
While these technologies could realistically slash fossil fuel use by 60% to 70% in the electricity, transport, and building sectors, Russia’s heavy metallurgy industries, massive chemical manufacturing, and sub-zero district heating networks cannot run on wind, solar, and insulation alone.
Now this, the battle axe:
Yes, specific tropical and equatorial regions within the expanded BRICS+ network have the massive, year-round renewable energy density required to run heavy industry and transport fleets.
While Russia lacks the consistent climate to generate zero-carbon process heat and continuous transport fuels on a national security scale, its BRICS+ partners—specifically Brazil, India, Ethiopia, and Iran—possess the geographic advantages to run these specific sectors.
However, "running" Russia's heavy industry from these regions does not mean physically moving Russian steel mills across the globe. Instead, it relies on a "Virtual Energy Trade" where BRICS partners manufacture and export zero-carbon intermediate products (like green hydrogen, green ammonia, and bio-jet fuels) directly to Russia to displace its remaining fossil fuel dependencies.
The key regions within the BRICS network that can supply these high-density energy resources include:
Imagine they totally eliminate Stalinist Imperialist Infrastructures for real actual ...
Josef. Youuuu arrrr bakk heeerrr?
I did not loos my Russian being away from Siberia for a few months, Maria!
Каково было готовить на стальной плите в джунглях?
Без твоего борща было невкусно.
.....whoooo whoooo whooosh sibirean wind...
#gfy
#provos
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#TTRPG Table Top Role Playing Games
You want to dive into your dark side and let out the worst within you?
There are only two options, next to mine...
The Military Gangster
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Shadowrun is a popular tabletop role-playing game (TTRPG) and media franchise set in a dystopian, near-future world where traditional cyberpunk technology (like hacking and cyberware) co-exists with high fantasy magic (like elves, dragons, and spells).
The Lore and Setting
The universe of Shadowrun, known as "The Sixth World", takes place in an alternate timeline where magic returned to Earth in 2011, triggering the awakening of classical fantasy races (metahumans) like orks, trolls, dwarves, and elves.
Key pillars of the setting include:
Megacorporations: Powerful, ruthless corporations have effectively replaced governments, controlling all aspects of daily life and running secret wars against one another.
Shadowrunners: Because corporations need plausible deniability, they hire deniable, off-the-grid mercenaries—known as Shadowrunners—to do their dirty work, such as industrial espionage, assassinations, and data theft.
Magic and The Matrix: The world heavily features "deckers" (hackers who plug their brains into a global internet called the Matrix) and mages/shamans who cast spells and summon spirits.
Gameplay and Mechanics
First published in 1989, the game is played similarly to improvisational theater or other RPGs like Dungeons & Dragons. A Gamemaster (GM) leads the story, and players control specific specialized characters—such as a "Street Samurai" (cybered-up mercenary), a "Decker" (hacker), or a "Rigger" (vehicular specialist)—to complete dangerous jobs.The system relies heavily on a pool of six-sided dice (D6s) to determine success or failure in various real-world, magical, and digital scenarios
When Shadowrun is Muay Thai, this is Aikido and the Tao of Zen:
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Ars Magica is a classic tabletop role-playing game (RPG) set in "Mythic Europe" around AD 1200. Originally created in 1987 by Jonathan Tweet and Mark Rein-Hagen, the game's defining feature is its revolutionary, fluid magic system that allows players to invent their own spells dynamically.
Key Features of the Game
Mythic Europe: The setting is a historically grounded version of the High Middle Ages, but with a twist: the folklore, superstitions, and beliefs of medieval people are entirely real. Faeries, angels, demons, and magic all exist alongside mundane history.
The Magic System: Instead of choosing from a strict, pre-determined list of spells, players use a matrix of Verbs (such as Creo/Create, Perdo/Destroy) and Nouns (such as Ignem/Fire, Mentem/Mind) to intuitively build and cast customized magic effects on the fly.
Troupe-Style Play: Rather than playing a single character forever, players control a "troupe" consisting of three types of characters: a powerful wizard (Magus), a skilled human ally (Companion), and disposable guards or servants (Grogs). This allows players to choose different characters depending on the adventure at hand.
Building a Legacy: Gameplay revolves around the "Covenant," a fortified home base or laboratory where the player characters live, study, and craft magical items over in-game decades or centuries.
The Core Rulebook
Currently published by Atlas Games, the game is universally renowned for its dense, simulationist design that requires significant rulebook engagement. You can read more about the game's structure, houses of magic, and expansions on the Ars Magica - Atlas Games hub
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