el-ahrairah
forward communism, forward gerbils!
that's quite a hairstyle. not sure i'd be asking my barber for the junior hoxha
Two sects minimumIf you've got seven mates for a playtest that's surely enough to start a sect of your own.
Who made you the sects police?Seven sects, forming 26 United Fronts, with an average of 1.1 sects united in each front.
Stalinists in Space.
I think it'd be good if someone made an informed (not cliched 'totalitarian' shite), non-kitsch film about the Soviet Union that uses the never-constructed (or finished) buildings proposed or planned for the 1930s rebuilding of Moscow, like the Palace of Soviets. Seeing a historically accurate story played out in a living, breathing New Moscow that never came to be would be interesting, but I'm a bit sad, so there we go.
Weird to think Wyndham was publishing in the same era with his unique english parochial take on sf. Truly the 30's must have seemed like a time where anything was possibleCosmic Journey/Voyage. It was made to encourage youth interest in space exploration and related science at school among Komsomol members. Made in the mid-1930s it was set a decade into the future. At the time many (newly) urban people with little education (or decent access to shelter and sanitation never mind schooling) were living in sprawling slums on the edges of new industrial enterprises.
...Greebo has suggested that I stand on one leg and sing The Interationale. Other suggestions are the reading of the complete minutes of the First, Second and Third Internationals, or sitting on the blade-edge of a sickle while hitting myself on the head with a hammer.
i think we both know that Greebo is just protecting you from yourself, you'd be telling yourself its punishment, but really you'd be secretly enjoying yourself - all that minutae, all that tedium, all that suffering for the purity of the struggle - and on reading the minutes, all that 'christ, what a cock!'.
you are a class traitor, a rightist, you know in your heart of hearts - assuming there is one in that degenerate, black, wasps nest of a chest of yours - that there is only one punishment that fits your endless crime.
you must join the Liberal Democrats.
you must hand over your hard won pennies to that hideous evil, you must give your time and talents to the local branch, you must see yourself as you truly are. monsterous, formless, nameless, a devil. that is your punishment comrade, to see yourself with that rosete, to feel the shame as you stuff leaflets through letterboxes, to feel your cheeks burn as you say 'yes, it was a great loss to see Vince Cable lose his seat'.
Greebo says "harsh but fair, comrade. Harsh but fair".
Isn't the Lib-Dems a step too far, though? Can't I just prostitute myself as David Cameron's toast-rack instead, feeling my cheeks burn as he stuffs another crumpet up my arse?