((I am still playing Butler, and I WILL make sure I’m still active, so…))

curiouslyfowl:

knives-and-bodyguards:

…Artemis, this isn’t a good idea. Remember the last time you went to war? And this is your family.

I know what I am doing Butler.

But I am glad for your concern. I’m glad you’re still talking to me after yesterday.

Why wouldn’t I? I was the one who was out of turn.

But that doesn’t matter right now.

curiouslyfowl:

mostfowl:

“I remember when Arty turned twelve…”

“Well, when your brother was your age, he’d already…”

“You should ask Artemis, he knows more about this sort of…”

No. Artemis is dead, and whatever came back from Limbo is hardly a shadow of the genius he used to be. My brother is resting on his laurels,…

I’ll be waiting, brother. With an army on hand. The others—namely Butler—are worried about you, but I find this…amusing.

As they say, Myles:

Bring it.

…Artemis, this isn’t a good idea. Remember the last time you went to war? And this is your family.

((So I already have an ask Artemis blog buuuuut I’ll probably redo all the answers and/or reformat it. However, I might make an independent Artemis Fowl blog with him being followed by the ever ominous Slenderman because I am fascinated by how characters react to Slenderman.

Plus I’ve had that idea in my head since last Summer when I watched every single video by EverymanHYBRID and Marble Hornets. Ehehehehe. If scary things didn’t have such a large effect on me I’d read more and write more creepy pastas. Anyway, I’m just telling you guys because…I dunno. I guess I want your thoughts on it. Just reply to this or send me an ask and we can talk back and forth via messages.))

Also so this isn’t completely an OOC post here’s Butler:

I’m not wearing this sweater Juliet.

No. There’s a lot of things I can deal with but I am not wearing this sweater.

It sings, Juliet. I don’t wear things that sing.

Do you know what I look like in this thing?

OOC: ((I will try!! Never done Mulch before, but I need to do more guys(er, Dwarfs).))

hellaocmadness:

It became a bad anime.

That sucks.

((I drew that. I’m advertising because I’ll draw the AF characters for you guys. Just request which character, and what situation(though I’m still getting used to digital, so please make it one character, and like an expression and pose as opposed to background and stuff).))

the-jade-princess-always-wins:

knives-and-bodyguards:

I don’t usually like candy, but I’ll make an exception for Christmas. I always enjoyed Christmas time—as, for once, everybody is home at all times instead of me having to constantly call somewhere halfway around the Earth.

Not that I’m relaxed, though. I never am.

Since I’m home (well, at Fowl Manor, but you know how that is), let’s have a wrestling match! I know I could cream you, and that would be really relaxing!

On the contrary. I know I can win, but I will let you win since you are my little sister.

Haha.

I don’t usually like candy, but I’ll make an exception for Christmas. I always enjoyed Christmas time—as, for once, everybody is home at all times instead of me having to constantly call somewhere halfway around the Earth.

Not that I’m relaxed, though. I never am.

mostfowl:

((mild spoilers for Stephenson’s Snow Crash follow, nothing too bad, it’s an awesome book and everyone should read it anyway))

I don’t generally read fiction, much less modern popular fiction (I confess that I miss the days when an author had to actually die to get any real recognition; these days any would-be Kafka can have a fever dream and scrawl it onto paper to rave reviews), but I recently acquired a copy of Neal Stephenson’s Snow Crash after seeing it mentioned dozens of times in the hacker circles that I listen in on in various places online.

The plot of the book is unimportant— a good-versus-misguided evil story that I could have written in my sleep— but the meaning behind the novel’s title and many of the theories presented in the advancement of the plot were intriguing to me.

To summarize, a ‘snow crash’ is a complete breakdown of a computer’s systems, to the point where gibberish is being fed into the bitmap, resulting in black and white static on the monitor screen— ‘snow.’ (Foaly, how many times a week does it ‘snow’ in Haven, I wonder?)

In the novel, the protagonist uncovers a plot to neutralize hackers by feeding them images and information that cause the BIOS of the brain itself (the brainstem) to shut down, resulting in a sort of human ‘snow crash.’ The idea is that a hacker’s brain is ‘programmed’ to read in binary code after so many hours at the computer, so a very rapid pattern of sensory stimulation pumped into the brain— via the retinas— could cause it to ‘crash’ irreparably.

Ancient Sumerian is the base programming language for the brain’s BIOS (in the book, at least), which is why the language died out— it was scrambled and separated into many different languages in order to protect the human brain from ‘linguistic viruses.’

Once the novel devolved into the works of ancient Gods, Stephenson obviously lost all his credibility with me, but the notion of ‘crashing’ or even controlling a human brain via the right sensory input intrigues me greatly. After all, it’s a well-known fact that rapidly flashing lights and changing colors can cause a ‘crash’ in some epileptics, and there have been studies done on a person’s tendency to look away, or towards, something depending on the image or color it presents. MRI scans done at the same time have indicated that different sensory input (in the form of pictures, music, loud or soft sounds, among other things) stimulates different parts of the brain to release pleasure-causing endorphins.

It’s not a far step from there to imagine controlling someone’s thoughts, actions or feelings through certain patterns of flashing lights, coupled with images or perhaps sounds just at the edge of human hearing.

It would be simple to design a program to put together the right combination of stimuli depending on what I want someone to do.

Now all I need is a test subject. That’s why God gave us twin brothers, I suppose.

((That is a really interesting idea))

I’m not sure whether or not I should take that last comment as a joke, or seriously. Because I am the family’s body guard. And I can guard you while still pprotecting Beckett.

Or I could just convince Mr. Fowl that he needs to sign up to this site like his wife and children have…