Though small enough to be drawn on a low budget,
it possessed astonishing destructive power.
Provided sufficient drawing skill was available, it could be produced in a short time,
and because of the distinctive shape of its blast cloud,
it came to be known as the Beginner's Mushroom,
drawing the attention of wartime nations.
@iniemohk@kb975326797694 I do believe people with leprosy specifically have faced severe discrimination throughout history, though that's just off the top of my head
"Caw! good sir"
I used to avoid flat (digital)water color brushes, now I'm using it a lot to paint large shapes. I save the round brushes for details and curved softer forms.
"Pft. Dude, check out this online poll."
"Hm?"
"If you had to be haunted, is it better or worse if the ghost is attractive?"
"Eh."
"It's obviously better. Like what kind of moron would answer—"
"Worse."
"Huh."
"It is objectively worse to be haunted by an attractive ghost."
"Really."
"It happened to my Uncle Dale."
"Your Uncle Dale was haunted."
"Hot Girl Haunted."
"Come on."
"By a drop-dead gorgeous 18-year-old prom queen who dropped dead in his arms."
"What?"
"She ran out into the street and ate the front grill of his Chevy Silverado at 60 MPH."
"Holy shit."
"Yeah."
"Why'd she do that?"
"Well, it wasn't on purpose. She was blinded by the tears in her eyes."
"Dude."
"Her high school sweetheart, the prom king, was going off to college after graduation, and he decided the King and Queen Dance was the right time to break the news."
"Damn."
"She literally ran sobbing out of the auditorium, straight into her untimely chrome-plated demise."
"Sic Semper Tyrannis, bro."
"Yeah. She was in the running to be Miss Mississippi."
"What a dick."
"After the police took his statement, they let my uncle go home and he woke up around 3 am that very night to discover her ethereal, diaphonous silhouette wandering the halls of his double-wide in search of her one true love."
"Okay so like, yeah, that sucks. But at least he wasn't being haunted by the Nun. Or that freaky puppet from Poltergeist."
"That was his attitude too, at first. Who complains about having a pretty girl around?"
"Right?"
"Even if she is dead."
"Beggars and choosers, bro. I've had girlfriends in bed who could flatline an EKG."
"But problems quickly arose."
"Like what?
"Well, for one: having a nubile intangible nymph wandering around your home in a flowing see-through shroud can be a little, uh, agitating."
"Ah. You're saying the gauzy buxom beauty was giving him ghostly blue balls."
"Right."
"He didn't—"
"No, no. It wouldn't be right."
"Yeah."
"He killed her after all."
"I was gonna say."
"But the hard part was convincing the barflies."
"Barflies?"
"My uncle is kind of the lothario of his local dive scene."
"Ah."
"There's no three-toothed saloon slattern he can't two-step his way into a one-night stand."
"Huh. Who knew trolling for trollop was so numeric?"
"He always says it's a numbers game. But when you're trying to bag busted biddy baddies, the last thing you need is a pallid supple siren moaning in eternal lamentation."
"I'm seeing the problem now."
"Hell, one grizzled guttersnipe accused my uncle of being a Drake-style necrophile."
"Yeesh."
"You know what my uncle said?"
"What?"
"Don't worry. She's dead, but she's of age."
"Oof. And how'd that go over?"
"About as well as the prom queen."
"Yeah, you gotta save stuff like that for the third date."
"Needles to say, my uncle's love life experienced its own undeath for a few years—"
"I bet."
"—until he met a librarian who was Hot Guy Haunted."
"Hot Guy Haunted?"
"She accidentally knocked over an unanchored steel bookshelf with a pushcart and crushed a Clavicular impersonator to death."
"Clavicular? The guy who got a cortisol spike because he got framemogged by the ASU frat leader while jestergooning?"
"The one and the same."
"Huh. I didn't know he had impersonators."
"Anyway, they decided as two haunted people in a desolate, forsaken world that they should just settle for what they had and try to make it work."
"Like most people who find love in middle age."
"But what they didn't expect is that their looksmaxxed apparitions fell in love with each other immediately and eloped to High Tier Heaven."
"High Tier Heaven?"
"It's the endless Elysian fields for the Eloi, where the Truest Chads and Stacys ascend to rule forever in courtly celestial splendor."
"Oh. Uh, so it's a happy ending then."
"Well..."
"Did your uncle and the librarian stay together?"
"Nope. They broke up the next day without saying a word."
"What? Why?"
"Well, they both realized what it meant."
"Huh?"
"As two earthbound uggos, they just got ghosted by their Giga-tier ghosts and, haunted by this lingering morlockian shame, they ghosted each other."
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[g][title: Hot Girl Haunted]