Livesalting Compound Fracture, Chapter 15
Dec. 10th, 2018 04:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Just gonna jump straight in.
Hello, I am nitpicking because holy shit I do not want to get further into this story
Okay, never mind, it gets covered next paragraph. And I can buy that different attitudes would probably help in getting people to overlook similar appearances. Congratulations, Lady Kit, you have defused my anger.
For now.
I was starting to think maybe there'd be so little to salt about that I wouldn't need to post this. Then I reached
The idea that the machine is powered by a human soul is novel, interesting worldbuilding, and where the fuck did Sans get the power-source from?
The idea that Papyrus is oh-so-innocent babu uwu that of course he must have no idea what the power source is can have a flaming poker shoved up its metaphorical asshole and swivel on it.
...And if neither of the Swapbrothers knows, how the fuck do they have a working machine? And is Lady Kit overestimating how common human souls are underground? - Wait, is this where the human souls that should be around in Horrortale are going?
I would really like this chapter, with its demonstration of how FellPapyrus and FellSans work together... but I'm just so tired of how LadyKit misrepresents some important things (emotional abuse, consent, Papyrus' character) that I've become primed to see them anywhere and they ruin what would otherwise be enjoyable.
I'm not sure I'll finish reading this story, even for the sake of livesalting; the way I've started to feel about Lady Kit's works (an unpleasant chore to slog through), I might just unsubscribe and ignore from now on.
They’d have enough trouble just because they were skeleton monsters, but despite their similarities, there were enough differences between Red and Razz and between Edge and Slim that no one would mistake them for their counterparts.Why? Why are the differences between two versions of the same people so huge that quote "no one would mistake them for their counterparts" unquote? Is everyone going to be pausing to stare at someone who could be a notoriously bad-tempered and violent guard to make sure of their identity? That sounds unhealthy.
Edge had already scratched the royal insignia off his armor, thankful that Swapfell favored purple and gold rather than red and silver.Is the difference in colours somehow going to make the fact that he is wearing high-quality armour stand out less? How?
Hello, I am nitpicking because holy shit I do not want to get further into this story
Okay, never mind, it gets covered next paragraph. And I can buy that different attitudes would probably help in getting people to overlook similar appearances. Congratulations, Lady Kit, you have defused my anger.
For now.
I was starting to think maybe there'd be so little to salt about that I wouldn't need to post this. Then I reached
Edge often wondered if the Tale-verse monsters knew what it was the enabled the machine to cross time and space the way it did. Sans certainly did. He’d completed the first machine and taught Red how to repair their own. But Rus and Blue and Paps? Edge doubted they had any idea.and decided that I'm posting just to yell about this!
The idea that the machine is powered by a human soul is novel, interesting worldbuilding, and where the fuck did Sans get the power-source from?
The idea that Papyrus is oh-so-innocent babu uwu that of course he must have no idea what the power source is can have a flaming poker shoved up its metaphorical asshole and swivel on it.
...And if neither of the Swapbrothers knows, how the fuck do they have a working machine? And is Lady Kit overestimating how common human souls are underground? - Wait, is this where the human souls that should be around in Horrortale are going?
I would really like this chapter, with its demonstration of how FellPapyrus and FellSans work together... but I'm just so tired of how LadyKit misrepresents some important things (emotional abuse, consent, Papyrus' character) that I've become primed to see them anywhere and they ruin what would otherwise be enjoyable.
I'm not sure I'll finish reading this story, even for the sake of livesalting; the way I've started to feel about Lady Kit's works (an unpleasant chore to slog through), I might just unsubscribe and ignore from now on.