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Hey Free Trader Beowulf community, I created this site and I’m not finding the time to do the administration well. If you’d like to be an admin, let me know by commenting on this post. You can also send me an email through the contact page. I really want to see the site flourish, and that’s possible through creating more content. Please let me know if you have the skills time and interest and would like to admin this site, then we’ll talk more. read more

The Blind Palm

Gunpowder in the tray. A flash of light. Face obscured.

Suddenly I’m awake. Same dream again. The bedclothes twisted around me, drenched in sweat. Glance at my father’s watch loose on my wrist: Late for school again. Fuck it.

Aunt Maude’s solution to my problems. The Gravesend prep school.

I pack my bag. Reach out to touch the book on my nightstand. The World in the Walls. I should just leave it here, but I can’t put it down. Some addictive flood of strength from riffling the pages. read more

#BATTLETHEBEAST

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The way had been shut, the Neitherlands were shattered for all Quentin knew. The Beast didn’t need to kill them, he had simply used them. Now that he had attained the power he sought they didn’t matter anymore. In Fillory, they had been hiding at the faun’s house, underground, beneath the roots of a massive clock tree. They had been so arrogant; they were proud of the battle magic Penny had learned. “My THAC0 is on fleek.” Janet laughed, casting magic missile at a row of bottles. THAC0 (to hit armor class zero) had become a running gag after Quentin explained what it was. That evening they gathered wild mushrooms and cooked them in a big iron pot in the faun’s fireplace. They had feasted and gotten drunk on Fillorian honey wine. Now he knew. They had been so stupid. The Beast had been there all along, quietly watching them practice and drink and joke about his armor class. read more

Beauty is Terror

Slime molds: organisms in a sate of permeability

Slime molds are collective organisms that are nearly uncategorizable. Cellular slime molds are individual micro-organisms, something like amoebas. They live on detritus: decaying plant matter. When food is scarce, something amazing happens. They seek each other out and join together into a macro-organism. In their initial stage as a macro-organism, the plasmoid stage, they are capable of movement, and moreover of “hunting”. The collective organism moves through bifurcation, it branches towards where it wants to go and then retracts from where it has been. As a macro-organism, it searches for a large food source (usually decaying plant matter) and devours it. After the macro-organism has discovered and consumed the food source, it forms fruiting bodies to propagate its spores. The spores scatter throughout the forest, and where they land they will develop into individual micro-organisms. read more