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Rhone.  Choosing the other would be... in-Seine.
 
It's a Mad, Mad World...
 
Schizophrenia vs. Psychosis

The GOP will now put forth their Care Reconciliation Action Plan, followed by Strong Health Improvement Tactics.
 
If those don't fly, they'll try Family Universal Care for Kids, Youths, and Oldsters United.

The GOP will now put forth their Care Reconciliation Action Plan, followed by Strong Health Improvement Tactics.
 
If those don't fly, they'll try Family Universal Care for Kids, Youths, and Oldsters United.

The GOP will now put forth their Care Reconciliation Action Plan, followed by Strong Health Improvement Tactics.
 
If those don't fly, they'll try Family Universal Care for Kids, Youths, and Oldsters United.

The GOP will now put forth their Care Reconciliation Action Plan, followed by Strong Health Improvement Tactics.
 
If those don't fly, they'll try Family Universal Care for Kids, Youths, and Oldsters United.

The GOP will now put forth their Care Reconciliation Action Plan, followed by Strong Health Improvement Tactics.
 
If those don't fly, they'll try Family Universal Care for Kids, Youths, and Oldsters United.

The GOP will now put forth their Care Reconciliation Action Plan, followed by Strong Health Improvement Tactics.
 
If those don't fly, they'll try Family Universal Care for Kids, Youths, and Oldsters United.

The GOP will now put forth their Care Reconciliation Action Plan, followed by Strong Health Improvement Tactics.
 
If those don't fly, they'll try Family Universal Care for Kids, Youths, and Oldsters United.

There are allot of little details and Easter eggs, such a cute picture. click for a larger version. 

Fixed that for you

When they said, "Make America Great Again" they didn't say it would be one lawyer at a time.

Natural, the WH is apparently full of nuts....

I only see 5 as well.  I think the thumb, folded down, might be confusing people.
 
As for the next pic, how about this one:
 

Gestermancer was born with an extra finger on his left hand. This made him able to master spells more ordinary fingered magicians could not. He uses his extra finger and magical talents to fight crime, both mystical and mundain in nature. Why does he do this? So once he mastered all the magic he can, he can Take Over The World.

The Staff of Fens Rigs Xi.
 
There are a lot of magic wielding creatures across dimensions. Some are more and some are less powerfull but most utilise some form of magical artifacts.
Many of those species are similar to humans, but by no means all of them are. The staffs creators were one of the unusual ones:
They were 6 fingered and predominantly left handed. They are also quite bigotted against the non-magical, righthanded minority. As a result, most of their Artifacts have some odd rules:
- They must be wielded in the dominant hand
- Gestures must be made with the right hand
- Gestures need 6 fingers
- the wielder needs some innate magical potential to make the item respond at all
 
And Retroactively retrained dominancy or retroactively added extra fingers (magical or mundane) do not seem to count
 
Needless to say that finding this specific combination of traits was difficulty even with the entirety of humanity. So the staff of Fens Rigs Xi is one of the most powerfull Artifacts on the human world. That nobody is able to even use. And as such, it is has been gathering dust in various magical vaults of the last few centuries. No wielder has yet emerged.
 
As for the Illustration: That is only a rendition of how a wielder of the staff might look. A maker of Magical Almanachs felt artistically inclined and tried his hand at drawing a potential wielder of the staff in action. While the drawing is very good quality, it is unfortunately not the real deal.

"Behold, the power of... Marvolo the Strange!"
 
Micah Stevens shook his head as he took the stage.  A man of his intelligence and schooling, reduced to doing tricks as a stage magician!  Sure, he had always had a knack for sleight of hand and a flair for the dramatic, but he really wished he could have turned his PhD in Sociology into a teaching position, or indeed any paying job at all, instead of being reduced to... this.  Performing legerdemain for drunk, bored gamblers at a second-string casino outside Providence.  It was enough to drive a man to drink.
 
He was halfway through his mind-reading trick when the door burst open and a half dozen VIPER agents rushed in followed by... oh, my God, is that Rhode Island Red?!  People were already scrambling for cover as the man-rooster did his famous Crow of Justice, causing one VIPER agent to run screaming to escape through the stage door.  Unfortunately, he tripped on the stage stairs and face-planted, causing his blaster rifle to go off while pointed at the stage magician.  Stevens was sure he was going to die, but his hands moved instinctively, creating a magical shield that deflected the photonic energy.  "What the..."  Stevens said as he stumbled backward.  As the agent got to his feet and moved toward the stage magician, Stevens' hands again seemed to move of their own accord, casting another spell that caused mystic bands to encircle the Goon in Green, wrapping him tight.
 
Once all the VIPER agents were dealt with and the police were called, Rhode Island Red walked up to shake Stevens' hand.  "Marvolo, is it?  Good work taking on that agent.  It's always good to have another superhero on the job."  Stevens pondered his situation.  Somehow, he was able to cast honest-to-God magic (though damned if he knew how he had done it).  Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth (and reasoning that several dozen people had seen him cast magic), he told the press that he was Marvolo, the newest superhero to protect Providence, RI.  (He was sure there had to be some way he could turn this into a profitable venture.)
 
Through trial and error (mostly error), Marvolo has learned he can cast a handful of spells.  Most of his successes are instinctive (borne of desperation) rather than the result of practice, though he's trying to replicate some of his "oh-shit" spells (with varying degrees of success).  A mis-cast levitation spell caused his cape to animate, giving him an ally of sorts (though Marvolo isn't sure the cape is always on his side).  The wands and staff he carries and the "mystic amulet" at his neck are mostly props, though one of his wands is secretly a high-tech taser.   He supplements his spells with smoke bombs, flash bombs, and other covert tech trinkets.  And hopes desperately that he can pull off this "junior superhero" gig without losing his head... literally.

"Behold, the power of... Marvolo the Strange!"
 
Micah Stevens shook his head as he took the stage.  A man of his intelligence and schooling, reduced to doing tricks as a stage magician!  Sure, he had always had a knack for sleight of hand and a flair for the dramatic, but he really wished he could have turned his PhD in Sociology into a teaching position, or indeed any paying job at all, instead of being reduced to... this.  Performing legerdemain for drunk, bored gamblers at a second-string casino outside Providence.  It was enough to drive a man to drink.
 
He was halfway through his mind-reading trick when the door burst open and a half dozen VIPER agents rushed in followed by... oh, my God, is that Rhode Island Red?!  People were already scrambling for cover as the man-rooster did his famous Crow of Justice, causing one VIPER agent to run screaming to escape through the stage door.  Unfortunately, he tripped on the stage stairs and face-planted, causing his blaster rifle to go off while pointed at the stage magician.  Stevens was sure he was going to die, but his hands moved instinctively, creating a magical shield that deflected the photonic energy.  "What the..."  Stevens said as he stumbled backward.  As the agent got to his feet and moved toward the stage magician, Stevens' hands again seemed to move of their own accord, casting another spell that caused mystic bands to encircle the Goon in Green, wrapping him tight.
 
Once all the VIPER agents were dealt with and the police were called, Rhode Island Red walked up to shake Stevens' hand.  "Marvolo, is it?  Good work taking on that agent.  It's always good to have another superhero on the job."  Stevens pondered his situation.  Somehow, he was able to cast honest-to-God magic (though damned if he knew how he had done it).  Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth (and reasoning that several dozen people had seen him cast magic), he told the press that he was Marvolo, the newest superhero to protect Providence, RI.  (He was sure there had to be some way he could turn this into a profitable venture.)
 
Through trial and error (mostly error), Marvolo has learned he can cast a handful of spells.  Most of his successes are instinctive (borne of desperation) rather than the result of practice, though he's trying to replicate some of his "oh-shit" spells (with varying degrees of success).  A mis-cast levitation spell caused his cape to animate, giving him an ally of sorts (though Marvolo isn't sure the cape is always on his side).  The wands and staff he carries and the "mystic amulet" at his neck are mostly props, though one of his wands is secretly a high-tech taser.   He supplements his spells with smoke bombs, flash bombs, and other covert tech trinkets.  And hopes desperately that he can pull off this "junior superhero" gig without losing his head... literally.

"Behold, the power of... Marvolo the Strange!"
 
Micah Stevens shook his head as he took the stage.  A man of his intelligence and schooling, reduced to doing tricks as a stage magician!  Sure, he had always had a knack for sleight of hand and a flair for the dramatic, but he really wished he could have turned his PhD in Sociology into a teaching position, or indeed any paying job at all, instead of being reduced to... this.  Performing legerdemain for drunk, bored gamblers at a second-string casino outside Providence.  It was enough to drive a man to drink.
 
He was halfway through his mind-reading trick when the door burst open and a half dozen VIPER agents rushed in followed by... oh, my God, is that Rhode Island Red?!  People were already scrambling for cover as the man-rooster did his famous Crow of Justice, causing one VIPER agent to run screaming to escape through the stage door.  Unfortunately, he tripped on the stage stairs and face-planted, causing his blaster rifle to go off while pointed at the stage magician.  Stevens was sure he was going to die, but his hands moved instinctively, creating a magical shield that deflected the photonic energy.  "What the..."  Stevens said as he stumbled backward.  As the agent got to his feet and moved toward the stage magician, Stevens' hands again seemed to move of their own accord, casting another spell that caused mystic bands to encircle the Goon in Green, wrapping him tight.
 
Once all the VIPER agents were dealt with and the police were called, Rhode Island Red walked up to shake Stevens' hand.  "Marvolo, is it?  Good work taking on that agent.  It's always good to have another superhero on the job."  Stevens pondered his situation.  Somehow, he was able to cast honest-to-God magic (though damned if he knew how he had done it).  Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth (and reasoning that several dozen people had seen him cast magic), he told the press that he was Marvolo, the newest superhero to protect Providence, RI.  (He was sure there had to be some way he could turn this into a profitable venture.)
 
Through trial and error (mostly error), Marvolo has learned he can cast a handful of spells.  Most of his successes are instinctive (borne of desperation) rather than the result of practice, though he's trying to replicate some of his "oh-shit" spells (with varying degrees of success).  A mis-cast levitation spell caused his cape to animate, giving him an ally of sorts (though Marvolo isn't sure the cape is always on his side).  The wands and staff he carries and the "mystic amulet" at his neck are mostly props, though one of his wands is secretly a high-tech taser.   He supplements his spells with smoke bombs, flash bombs, and other covert tech trinkets.  And hopes desperately that he can pull off this "junior superhero" gig without losing his head... literally.

Posting this character again. She's from the collective Champions game I and a couple of others run. Eve: the girl robot.
 
She's the developed of a German American scientist Erik Kreuger and is one of the first true strong  AI in the setting. Eve has a child like persona (mentally about 8-10) because he believed an AI couldn't be properly programmed, at least not this point, because we don't know about human psychology to create a stable adult persona whole cloth so it must be allowed to develop "naturally". She is also a psychological fill in for his own daughter that died very young though the doctor Krueger isn't fully aware of that himself..    Eve's body resembles a Royo "Sexy robot" (silver skin, anatomically correct, facial features with expression, etc) for a few reasons. One, is the replacement daughter angle, two, her father  let her assist in designing her it and she took her inspiration from Barbie Dolls and third: he wanted to make her very human in form and performance both for the design challenge and psychological reasons (he wanted her to as full  a life as possible).    Her inhuman features are concession to design needs and an attempt to avoid the "Uncanny Valley" where things modeled on humans become repulsive when they get "close to but not quite human enough" and general aesthetics. She can consume organic material both for pleasure and to analyze them or use them for repair and sustenance for her biomechanical parts and perform other biological functions but doesn't need to like an organic lifeform. .   
 
 

 
 
 
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A sports car beats a pair of shoes any day.  Plus there's Jaguar from the 4E Champions superteam.  So Jaguar FTW.
 
Elementary, my dear TV detectives!

Lt. Frank Columbo vs. Adrian Monk

A while back, I dreamed that Little Girl Pariah was taking guitar lessons and we went to her first guitar recital. There were several other kids who played, and then LGP was up last. She came out and sat down, and they brought out her guitar. It was a Fender Stratocaster. She plugged it into an amp, and then played "Layla"-- the seven minute Derek and the Dominos version. The audience, including me, went completely nuts.
 
It might just have been the coolest dream ever.

Strange.  For decades, I've had a theory that, job-wise, a group's worth to society is in inverse proportion to their income.  If every CEO disappeared from the face of the Earth, for example, life would go on.  Same with every movie star.  But if, say, every fireman disappeared, things would not go well at all.  Same with police officers, teachers, farmers, etc.
 
The main exception I've seen to this are doctors (who typically have pretty good incomes, at least in the US, and have obvious worth to society).

Autocorrect can go straight to He'll.

When I was going to college, and considering not finishing my degree, my dad pushed me to finish it even if I don't pursue a job in that field.**  When I pointed out that his degree was in agriculture, but his entire career was with an airline, he said, "You're not going to school to learn to do a specific job.  You're learning how to think."
 
Pretty wise man, my dad.
 
**And I didn't.  My degree is in technical writing, but for the past two decades my work has basically been computer programming.