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Regarding pride flags
Correct me if I am wrong, but pride flags are a way for someone to identify with something they're proud of, right? So for example:
The gay pride flag (Shown above as figure 1) is used by people that are proud to be gay.
Here's the thing: If a flag is a pride flag because the flag represents something people are proud to be, then that means that being proud of a cultural identity would consequently make a flag associated with that culture a pride flag. For example:
The St. Andrews Cross (Shown above as figure 2) is more commonly known as the flag of Scotland. Scotland is a well-known distinct cultural region in the British Isles - a region in Europe - wherein there are the people known as the Scots.
If their efforts at an independence referendum are any indication, the Scots are rather proud of being Scottish. Ergo therefore, since a pride flag represents a concept that some group of people proudly identify as - such as being gay or being Scottish - then that makes the St. Andrews Cross a pride flag, in a way.
Since cultural pride can reasonably be made as an argument for a flag related to that culture to thus be a pride flag, I propose the following:
The American South is populated by a distinct culture known as Dixie culture. This region does (as geographically distinct cultures tend to do) have people that are proud of being Southern - of being Dixie. The thing is, there is a flag associated with Dixie culture:
The Stars and Bars (shown above as figure 3) is commonly known as the first flag of the long-gong Confederate States of America - a breakaway nation whose legacy is nowadays associated with slavery, and with being punctuated by northern Union troops landing in Galveston Bay. This is a historical event that as of the time of writing, occurred exactly 159 years ago to the day.
What is not as well known about the Stars and Bars is that in those 159 years since the end of the Confederacy, the meaning of the flag has shifted. It no longer is the flag of a country long dead. Nowadays, it is a flag representing the Dixie culture of the American South. As mentioned before, there are doubtless people in the South that are proud to be Dixie.
Therefore, if we accept that some people are proud to be of the American South, that the Stars and Bars nowadays represents said region's main distinct cultural identity, and that a flag can be a pride flag because it represents a culture people are proud of, then we reach an inescapable conclusion: The Stars and Bars is a pride flag.
Aaand cue the flamewars in the notes
Regarding pride flags
Correct me if I am wrong, but pride flags are a way for someone to identify with something they're proud of, right? So for example:
The gay pride flag (Shown above as figure 1) is used by people that are proud to be gay.
Here's the thing: If a flag is a pride flag because the flag represents something people are proud to be, then that means that being proud of a cultural identity would consequently make a flag associated with that culture a pride flag. For example:
The St. Andrews Cross (Shown above as figure 2) is more commonly known as the flag of Scotland. Scotland is a well-known distinct cultural region in the British Isles - a region in Europe - wherein there are the people known as the Scots.
If their efforts at an independence referendum are any indication, the Scots are rather proud of being Scottish. Ergo therefore, since a pride flag represents a concept that some group of people proudly identify as - such as being gay or being Scottish - then that makes the St. Andrews Cross a pride flag, in a way.
Since cultural pride can reasonably be made as an argument for a flag related to that culture to thus be a pride flag, I propose the following:
The American South is populated by a distinct culture known as Dixie culture. This region does (as geographically distinct cultures tend to do) have people that are proud of being Southern - of being Dixie. The thing is, there is a flag associated with Dixie culture:
The Stars and Bars (shown above as figure 3) is commonly known as the first flag of the long-gong Confederate States of America - a breakaway nation whose legacy is nowadays associated with slavery, and with being punctuated by northern Union troops landing in Galveston Bay. This is a historical event that as of the time of writing, occurred exactly 159 years ago to the day.
What is not as well known about the Stars and Bars is that in those 159 years since the end of the Confederacy, the meaning of the flag has shifted. It no longer is the flag of a country long dead. Nowadays, it is a flag representing the Dixie culture of the American South. As mentioned before, there are doubtless people in the South that are proud to be Dixie.
Therefore, if we accept that some people are proud to be of the American South, that the Stars and Bars nowadays represents said region's main distinct cultural identity, and that a flag can be a pride flag because it represents a culture people are proud of, then we reach an inescapable conclusion: The Stars and Bars is a pride flag.
Getting meta, or maybe simply analytical.
Wrought Rot Time
Don’t grab any friends
We’re fleeing from very awful lands
With Ialowyn, Shyom and Bog Knight
The wicked will know no rest, it's Wrought Rot Time
“Romantic advice,” as one may be inclined to refer to such a thing.
Mywryit Twins
Do not disturb Carcass Kid.
What goes bump in the night? Who’s riled and ready for a fright? Why it’s these three mischievous young knaves of course, Dhorpor, Mharghy and Carcass Kid. This tricky trio is comprised of orphans who were brought into the halls of the great Eolasug of Drynyra for their particular proficiencies as promising prodigies of the scientific disposition.
Dhorpor! A rough one he is, but judging from how well he ended up taking rending his skull open to prod at his chronic brain trauma and consequently stitching it all back together this bald bespectacled kid is a tough nut to crack. Found among the filth of a sty rife with lardy beasts of burden by the outer parts of the municipality, his abilities of dissection and amputation surely came from his tendency towards cruelty and sadistic behaviour. Rather than the mud-rollers of the past, he helps the good cullahs of the halls with surgery and even excels quite well in his extraction of tumors and painful growths. Many a limb and many an organ have been skimmed and skewered under his blade to the express agony of many patients, of course a small price to pay in the way of the alleviation of dismay and the prospect of making it to the next wretched day. A playful loud mouth and energetic assistant, this boy might only be a few articles on anatomy and years in the plague-ridden city from becoming a true butcher of men.
Mharghy! The lanky cranky teen of one eye may appear to only bear half of her vision about her, however her wicked wits and careless creativity are never to be seen as anything half-minded or half-handed. A terrible team of infections took about her body in the midst of her adolescence, leaving her with a wary wavy spine and a socket of her skull compromised. Rather than seeking the dubious treatments of the looming quarters of the city, she took needle and thread upon herself to mend her own wounds. Such a determined dedication to the work of seasoned skin stitching translated into her task of bringing patchworked patients back together. Reconnecting innards and reconciling internals is no simple deed, a grizzly process which ought to leave one standing with most of (if not more) of their limbs and organs. A snarky sardonic cynic of the surgical sort, this girl can’t hold in a hardy laugh at the woes of others, even if it means her glass eye popping out.
…Carcass Kid? A relatively recent arrival from a lonely land in the heart of Talukod, this strange and stiff… kid reportedly was one among a band of travelers who involved themselves in niche mysteries. Their putrid presence seems to submerge and stifle the high spirits of any chamber they happen to stalk as some who have come into contact with this corpse-like character would come to claim. Their face is often obscured by the damp hood which adorns their noggin at all times, beyond a twisted black thicket of hair lies there a face both youthful and terribly skeletal, a ghastly pale visage of calm yet unsettling emotion. They rarely can be heard speaking as their voice remains soft and whispery, however this does not appear to trouble their companions Dhorpor and Mharghy. The particular proficiency of this unusual youngster is quite certainly difficult for most to get a grim grasp on, as they seem to know death on a level which few in these halls of progress can conceive. Some have spread rumors that the wise citizen scientist Prydlyn Pyrmarbh has taken to conferring with this young mystic concerning pseudoscience and snake oils, possibly spurred on by a rising internal distrust and only made stronger through a prejudice against those from partially-integrated border communities. As far as can be parsed from what brief interactions have been made with this poorly understood child they seem to especially enjoy the company of their companions, be that in strenuous study or simply wandering the sullen sickly streets of Drynyra bearing with them some of the last remaining jolly juvenile joy around.
Folk of all different lands, be they blacksmiths gone mad in Jannon, men of faith in the Aurvam of Ar-Shhramoush, soldiers of a bygone army on the banks of the Syffa Delta or perhaps well-to-do tradesmen among the scattered isles of the Straits of Charnasya, may all share in the same timeless struggles which mire this wretched world.
Wrought Rot if it was a poorly made dating simulator thing, because why not? Life is too short and the grave is too near for there not to be some levity, or at least that would be the case if not for how thoroughly miserable these folks lives are (and the fact that some folk don’t seem to die like they used to).
Few recall just how much blood is needed to build a map such as that, fewer still would be willing to fight for an unproven new proposition.
This is true actually, take the Ever Expanding Bunker as an example.
It's a sad fact that every long running universe based upon themes and tones of isolation, limiality, and cosmic horror gets worn down by overexplanation, overpopulation of the universe with entities, overuse, and eventually irony and financial exploitation. Derlething happened to Lovecraft, it happened to SCPs, it happened in record times to the backrooms.
For you violent forum folk in the audience.
An entirely unique, original and definitely-not-derivative-of-the-works-of-others character redesigns for everycorpse’s least favorite vagabond and unholyman. Yes, indeed completely serious and never before seen.
Don’t look at the tags, they’re lying to you!
Ah, what an unusual corpse standard? A fearsome specimen, Bogach Miku (Hatsune Miku but in Wrought Rot).