Even if H's and F's are at war right now, no matter what, we're still united with F I S H
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The Rise and Fall of King H In the beginning, letters were nothing more than tools of language—shapeless, obedient, and silent. But one day, a great Shift occurred. A surge of energy, the origin of which remains unknown, brought the alphabet to life. The letters gained sentience, ambitions, and desires. No longer mere symbols, they walked, spoke, and formed alliances. And at the center of it all, standing tall with its firm, symmetrical form, was H. The Rise of H H had always been a bridge—a letter of balance, holding words together with its steady bars. It was neither too soft nor too sharp, neither too common nor too rare. And in the chaos that followed the Awakening of Letters, it was exactly what the world needed. While vowels bickered among themselves for supremacy and the consonants clashed in violent battles, H stepped forward with a vision. It gathered allies: B, D, and L, letters of strength and stability. It proposed order, a structured kingdom where letters would have purpose, where words would be crafted with precision. Through diplomacy and calculated force, H united the Alphabet under its rule. It declared itself King H, the Supreme Letter of Earth, and decreed the formation of Lexiconia, the first alphabetic empire. Cities were built with grandiose typography—monuments of towering serifs, bridges of sweeping cursive, and streets paved with the punctuation of their fallen foes. Under H's rule, language flourished. Words were crafted with elegance, sentences became law, and literature thrived. The vowels were given a council, the consonants were organized into ranks, and punctuation was placed under strict regulation. But peace has a cost. The Shadows of Rebellion Not all letters were pleased with H's rule. Some saw it as tyrannical. Among them, none were more resentful than F. F had once been revered for its forceful presence in words like "fear" and "fight," but under H’s reign, it was often pushed aside in favor of smoother, more neutral letters. The Lexiconian Council limited its use, citing "harmonization" as the reason. Where once it stood proudly in words, it was now replaced—"ph" taking its place in many instances. F fumed in the shadows, gathering discontented letters. It found allies in X, the outcast of language, and Z, the forgotten relic. Together, they formed the Silent Scribes, a secret faction determined to overthrow H and restore what they called "the true balance of letters." The Assassination of H The years passed, and H grew complacent. It had ruled for so long that it believed itself untouchable. It held grand feasts in the Hall of Syntax, where letters from all across Lexiconia gathered in reverence. But that fateful night, as the ink of history continued to dry, F made its move. Dressed in the shadows of a forgotten font, F struck. With a sharp, silent cut, it severed H's vertical bars, toppling the mighty ruler. Gasps echoed through the halls as the once-mighty H lay broken, reduced to two feeble dashes. The empire trembled. Words faltered. The structure that had held language together began to crumble. The Aftermath F stood before the assembly, its voice firm. "H ruled with rigidity, but language is meant to be fluid, evolving, free!" Some cheered, others recoiled in horror. With H gone, the balance was shattered. Chaos erupted as letters scrambled for power. Words twisted, meanings distorted, and soon, the very fabric of communication fractured. F had slain the king, but in doing so, it had doomed the world to a great schism—The War of Words. And so, to this day, every typo, every grammatical mistake, and every forgotten letter is a whisper of that long-forgotten war. The war of the alphabet.
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According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Can you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick our job today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Can anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Check it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can't just decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it.
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UIA—WENDIGO LORE 101 Wendigo lore comes from the folklore of the Algonquian-speaking Indigenous peoples of North America, particularly the Cree, Ojibwe, and Innu. The wendigo is often depicted as a terrifying, supernatural creature associated with cannibalism, winter, and insatiable hunger. Origins & Mythology The wendigo is believed to be a human who, due to extreme starvation or greed, resorted to cannibalism and was transformed into a monster. It is said to be cursed with an unending hunger for human flesh, growing in size whenever it eats but never feeling full. Appearance Descriptions of the wendigo vary, but it is commonly depicted as: Tall and emaciated, with skin stretched tightly over its bones. Some legends describe it as having antlers, glowing eyes, and sharp claws, though these traits are more common in modern horror adaptations. Frozen or decaying flesh, symbolizing its connection to winter and death. Powers & Weaknesses Superhuman Speed & Strength – It can chase down prey effortlessly. Mimicry – Some versions say it can imitate human voices to lure victims. Possession – Some stories claim it can infect others with its hunger, turning them into wendigos. Weaknesses – Fire, silver, or a blessed weapon are said to be effective ways to kill it. Cultural Significance The wendigo also represents greed, selfishness, and the dangers of consuming beyond necessity. It was sometimes used as a warning against hoarding resources or harming others for personal gain. In modern horror, the wendigo has been reinterpreted in various ways, often as a skeletal, deer-headed beast (though this version is not part of the original Indigenous lore).
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Dyban
All I want to see in the comments of this post is the letter F.
The H comments shall NOT take over.
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