@wheatthins: Do I really need an explanation on how debating works?
Also, there's still a big difference between "handled awkwardly" and "completely racist." If I said "handled awkwardly" about Song of the Roustabouts, I'd sound like I was actually trying to downplay its racism, and I WOULD be wrong for doing that. But that's not what happened. I was talking about LoK which isn't being blatantly horrible and insulting about anything, so I wasn't downplaying anything. It is simply awkward, at worst.
Your attempt to show a flaw in my argument by reapplying it is faulty in that you're not really reapplying it to an equivalent situation. You may disagree and think they're equivalent though. I don't, obviously.
Originally Posted by kd7sov
"In the Barrens": I have no idea; presumably something to do with whatever game this is capped from.
"The Barrens" is an area in World of Warcraft. A fairly low-level Horde area. It's known for being big, having a lot of people (many new to the game), and its specific general chat having a lot of absurd and stupid conversation going on.
It's more of a savanna than a desert, though.
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You know, I'm honestly not bothered by the botched Equalist perspective thing. And hearing about the stuff Nickelodeon pulled makes it easy to see why people jumped on that train. However, I didn't miss it, the show works just fine without it. It's just true that the show would probably have been enriched greatly. Oh well. Can't have everything!
And that's pretty much the whole extent of me being pissed off at that missed opportunity!
I still hope it'll be picked up in Season 2, simply because, with Amon out of the way, the aftermath would be an excellent opportunity to explore it. But whatever.
There's some nitpicks (like the airbender offscreen abduction, the whole Mako-Korra thing being a little too clumsy, somewhat wooden Equalist fighters later on, somewhat sudden plot resolution and, of course, not enough "leisure time" episodes...), but the only thing REALLY bothering me is how Korra gained her airbending. Been reading some insightful things here; nothing's perfect, sure, I can deal with some hiccups. But the airbending stuff is the only really bad thing, in my opinion. A real waste of a character arc. It just bothers me how ACCIDENTAL one of Korra's most important scenes ends up being. Hell, gaining airbending because Mako's in danger is even just fine, but I wished their had been more purpose in Korra's actions afterwards, like intentionally knocking Amon outside, maybe even goat him into bending in front of everyone by giving him an air-induced beatdown of a lifetime. Anything that looks like Korra learned something, which there are only small traces of.
So, Korra's character arcs has a serious flaw. I'm fine with pretty much everything else. Could've been a better show, but couldn't it always...
GUYS GUYS FORGET ALL THIS SOCIAL COMMENTARY STUFF.
MOTHERFUCKING SPIRITS.
I am now 100% betting they're going to use Amon's time between youth and adulthood to say "hey he actually did talk to spirits" and then introduce this whole crazy spirits plot that way.
God I hope I'm right.
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quickedit: I started writing this an hour ago and didn't update the thread so this was written before I could see that "guys forget the social commentary" so I swear the one sentence near the end isn't directed as a jab at the above post I mean ask triguy how even back a year ago was I complaining about the tendency of people on the internet ask for topic changes
Originally Posted by Darlos9D
There's still a big difference between "handled awkwardly" and "completely racist." If I said "handled awkwardly" about Song of the Roustabouts, I'd sound like I was actually trying to downplay its racism, and I WOULD be wrong for doing that. But that's not what happened. I was talking about LoK which isn't being blatantly horrible and insulting about anything, so I wasn't downplaying anything. It is simply awkward, at worst.
Your attempt to show a flaw in my argument by reapplying it is faulty in that you're not really reapplying it to an equivalent situation. You may disagree and think they're equivalent though. I don't, obviously.
You were offering that an inaccurate portrayal might be credited as part of success toward improvement because it causes people to talk.
I am countering that an inaccurate portrayal should not be counted as a part of success toward improvement because it is an independent event from the actual talking--talking being the event which actually causes the improvement. The inaccurate portrayal can just as easily lead to no discussion toward improvement, or it can reinforce false notions and cause regression. These three different outcomes from the inaccurate portrayal can all happen at once--it's not one or the other! And the discussion toward improvement also does not have to happen for a successful discussion toward improvement.
I make an argument of this with a different, more severe inaccurate portrayal. If you look at the youtube comments for the Roustabouts video (please don't if you don't want to be put in a bad mood for the rest of the night), you will see that many people even with that example do not see something wrong with such an inaccurate portrayal: therefore, only when a constructive discussion takes place between two parties should success--a positive outcome of a set objective--be counted, and only the successful effort itself should count (as unsuccessful efforts that happen at the same time were also brought about by the portrayal).
The inaccurate portrayal in Korra is not nearly as extreme as the Roustabouts one; I've acknowledged this by saying the Roustabouts is extreme. Perhaps a less extreme example would be better?
This world war I-era song sung by a non-stutterer sliiiiiightly inaccurately depicts the affliction of someone with a stutter. You see, in the song, the character of the speaker is okay with speech except when speaking to women--he's tongue-tied, and his stutter is brought on by nervousness. Nervousness, however, is not what causes stuttering: it's a brought on by a mix of developmental and biological factors and no change in relaxedness will fix a stutterer.
The song might have a negative effect by reinforcing the myth that nervousness causes stuttering, so those who later meet a someone with a stutter in real life might try to invite a stutter to 'relax' or 'slow down' or 'start over, gather your thoughts' to try to assist them in getting words out. Such things won't help--"I'm already relaxed; what do you mean 'gather my thoughts?'"--and could miff someone with a stutter right-quick! as they feel they are being talked down to or start thinking "augh that guy must think I'm stupid."
The song could also have a positive effect when it prompts those who are informed about stuttering to speak out to others to let them know of the real causes of stuttering and some of the difficulties stutterers face due to their affliction. As a result of this discussion, brought about by the song, there will be some success in helping people learn how not to treat stutterers incorrectly!
Now, would you say the inaccurate portrayal then described above is a success in itself? I wouldn't; since most people who heard that song weren't going to be involved in a discussion about stuttering. Most people consume simply media and would rather just dance! and they don't want to actively think about the stuff they're listening to. They might not seek discussion at all and never be confronted with underlying themes, or they will react with apathy/distaste/avoidance when someone brings the topic up, complaining man I do not care about this, this is boring and a waste of time, I've had a long day at work and am tired, quick look over there it's a topic change darting across the prairie! hurrah! it prances like lightning's last chance in an antelope that's going to get lion-sniped* in pmuch five seconds anyway.
I feel like this is the last thing I can say about this particular line of conversation and I'll move on with no more of it in this thread!
Originally Posted by Triangle Man
Okay, correction on the Trotsky thing. My bad.
And I look forward to this hypothetical new thread.
Also, I guess we can agree that the show's handling of it's themes was one of many issues it had and that even if it were a bit more significant fixing it wouldn't be enough to fix the show entirely?
First- awwwww I am just giving you noogies and horseplaying around, it is all good no one even knows what an ice axe is and furthermore why would anyone have one in mexico city shouldn't that be like red flags aplenty? "Hey customs, I have my snowboard and my ace ixe and I'm going to go to that mountain. You know the one.
oh and yes handling of themes would not fix show, pacing concerns are a commonly raised points. Pace to the finish.
*lion-snipe refers to a mix between a lion and a snipe. As you can see now my conversation is relevant to avatar as I mentioned that one chimeranimal native to that one kingdom.
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Okay I'm honestly impressed I haven't seen a single post here all day. Was the spirit thing already talked about here or something?
Yeah, there was a discussion a few pages back.
Actually it was probably about a dozen pages back. Those political arguments sure took up a lot of thread real estate.
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So I just saw The Dark Knight Rises. Halfway through the movie I started replacing the cast with that of Korra, and it turned pretty awesome pretty fast.
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Re: Legend of Korra: finale spoilers
Originally Posted by Quirk
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So I just saw The Dark Knight Rises. Halfway through the movie I started replacing the cast with that of Korra, and it turned pretty awesome pretty fast.
As a growing fan of insane and ill-advised crossovers, I must ask you which changes to the cast you made in your head.
Mostly because it could very well be unintentionally awesome.
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Re: Legend of Korra: finale spoilers
Originally Posted by Quirk
Bane = Amon
Batman = Korra
Commissioner Gordon = Lin
Alfred = Tenzin
That Other Cop = Mako
That Other Other Cop, With the Dress Uniform = Saikon
And there we go.
Of course, that sounds about right in terms of roles go.
How was the movie going for you beforehand?
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Re: Legend of Korra: finale spoilers
Originally Posted by Quirk
I blame College Humor for preventing me from taking the Dark Knight trilogy Batman seriously at all.
That's a good enough answer for me! Have a tangibly related redub in response!
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That's a girl. Her name's Vin, from the Mistborn series which A) has a magic system often compared to Avatar and B) is fucking awesome.
I love Korra and all, but Vin would kick her ass in two seconds flat. Korra might be a decent fighter, but Vin is a killer. And Vin herself might not even be the most powerful Mistborn. And the Mistborn are almost certainly not the most powerful in the Sandersonverse.
What I'm saying is, Korra should be glad she isn't living there.
She sleeps in tower ivory, she dreams in one of gold,
At once she is both young and dead and old.
She sees what is to happen, knows not what will unfold.
Fire took her dreams away, now emptiness rules sleep,
In bubbles ruled by creatures mad her sanity she keeps
And through the madness she becomes a wolf and not a sheep.
Now space is in her grasp, power great and vast
And on the golden inch she sails on ship of golden masts
To face a fiend of power cosmic, whose reign forever lasts.
How will this journey end, no one can be sure,
But however it will end, the universe she’ll cure.
John:
Zephyr his mount, sapphire his cape
The Heir arrives on wings of storm
Lightning his scepter, thunder his crown
The power of Breath the world does transform
Light on his feet, light in his heart
Greatness is his, his to perform
Potential endless, given by air
The power of Breath the world does transform
Joy rules him still, though darkness looms close
And sorrows and pain threaten to swarm
He rises above, the sky is his throne
The power of Breath the world does transform
Though kindness is his, cruelty cast aside
Threaten his kin, trouble their form
And prepare to reap a whirlwind of force
The power of Breath your hate will transform.
Rose:
At the tip of her wand seraphim dance
A ballet of strife with devils of chance.
Sable and Emerald duel for her mind;
If either prevails , her fate won’t be kind
At all times in control, except when she’s not.
Aberrations of dread foul feelers do send.
They whisper of treason, damnation and rot,
Of crimes she could never hope to amend.
She will not surrender, relinquish no sliver
Of her mind to the hunters that come from the void.
Fight them every step, she won’t falter or quiver;
She fights for herself, least she be destroyed.
With wizardry and light, the future she scouts,
The roll of the dice now her crystal ball,
And though what she sees may cause her some doubt
The Seer will never again be a thrall.
Furious Pariah, hard of shell
Herder of wolves, they bite at his ankles
Making his way through a hazy hell.
Hurried the midwife, doomed the born
Ruinous creator, tumorous doctor
He failed, for hatred now sworn.
In desolation lingers, never dares to hope
For he knows hope is a butcher
With his helplessness he cannot cope
Rage too betrayed him, bond asunder
Leaving a trail of corpses behind
The jester cares not if he goes under
Trapped in loathing, harried by temporal shades
Cursed by heretical plasma, hidden by shame
Jealousy grows, cultivated by sightless blades
Blindness sneers at him
Callousness will spare not a moment
His blood by loneliness made dim
Kanaya:
On sunny sands she walks, while others in darkness sleep.
Caring soul, ancestor to a generation that will never be born.
Care is met with cruelty, dealt by the spider’s sting,
Her love is repaid with indifference, pricks like the sharpest thorn.
Amphibian progeny she raises, watched by a warrior filled with pride
Haste her child will doom, the warrior demands it still, she obeys.
A universe is born only to die again.
Her love is repaid by stillbirth; her child will never see the light of day.
Fleeing from bladed death, her last hope has yet to hatch,
She shows compassion to a wounded soul, giving it a goal.
That hope is a devil in sheep’s skin, and burns all others.
Her love is repaid with treason, and in her heart a hole.
With vengeance she rises again, less and more than she was.
The devil is cleaved by a sword of teeth. It gives her no peace.
Now she searches for a space to call her own.
Her love is waiting for a balm that the pain will cease.
He is without equal, brain like a storm
Hateful and wretched, worthless worm
Wisdom and knowledge, power unknown
Ignorant fool, his fate does bemoan
Fierce is his mind, fierce his heart too
Cowardly maggot of red and blue
She was his best friend, she could have been more
He fired and fired, left nothing but gore
He saved her life, she kissed him and smiled
Shot through the chest, while he choked on bile
He did what he could, it wasn’t his fault
He failed like always, her death couldn’t halt
Blackness unfolds him, no more red and blue
Duality vanished, the dying shouts are gone
Peace at last, a final dark dawn.
Tranquility in emptiness
Rest in the void
Clarity in blindness
Unity in death.
Pointy shades, bulbous rump
Ironic coolness, rhymes I pump
Shatterproof sword, Causal cap
Layers of satire, I take no crap
Flashy moves, tasty grooves
Never lose, always the one to choose
Faster than sound, flashing around
Cutting fools down, fighting black clowns
Jet board, can’t be ignored, check out the sword
Slashing through imps like metaphysical gourds
Grist hoard, everything afford, won every single possible award
Shit so easy, I get bored.
Got Cal, best pal, me and him is an entire cabal
Bounce a coin, try not to look sad;
It won’t get to land before I send you
Beaten so bad like a kick to the groin
You can’t beat Bro at shit, I’m simply the best there is
Holding a monopoly on the asskicking biz.
Huh. That's... not very much how I'd imagined Vin. Even ignoring the shoes.
It's often compared to bending? Really? I mean, there are vague similarities with iron/steel, but I don't see much beyond that.
Now, if Korra were - in addition to a three-quarters-plus Avatar - a Feruchemist with a bunch of charged steel on her, I could see that being a decently even fight.
She sleeps in tower ivory, she dreams in one of gold,
At once she is both young and dead and old.
She sees what is to happen, knows not what will unfold.
Fire took her dreams away, now emptiness rules sleep,
In bubbles ruled by creatures mad her sanity she keeps
And through the madness she becomes a wolf and not a sheep.
Now space is in her grasp, power great and vast
And on the golden inch she sails on ship of golden masts
To face a fiend of power cosmic, whose reign forever lasts.
How will this journey end, no one can be sure,
But however it will end, the universe she’ll cure.
John:
Zephyr his mount, sapphire his cape
The Heir arrives on wings of storm
Lightning his scepter, thunder his crown
The power of Breath the world does transform
Light on his feet, light in his heart
Greatness is his, his to perform
Potential endless, given by air
The power of Breath the world does transform
Joy rules him still, though darkness looms close
And sorrows and pain threaten to swarm
He rises above, the sky is his throne
The power of Breath the world does transform
Though kindness is his, cruelty cast aside
Threaten his kin, trouble their form
And prepare to reap a whirlwind of force
The power of Breath your hate will transform.
Rose:
At the tip of her wand seraphim dance
A ballet of strife with devils of chance.
Sable and Emerald duel for her mind;
If either prevails , her fate won’t be kind
At all times in control, except when she’s not.
Aberrations of dread foul feelers do send.
They whisper of treason, damnation and rot,
Of crimes she could never hope to amend.
She will not surrender, relinquish no sliver
Of her mind to the hunters that come from the void.
Fight them every step, she won’t falter or quiver;
She fights for herself, least she be destroyed.
With wizardry and light, the future she scouts,
The roll of the dice now her crystal ball,
And though what she sees may cause her some doubt
The Seer will never again be a thrall.
Furious Pariah, hard of shell
Herder of wolves, they bite at his ankles
Making his way through a hazy hell.
Hurried the midwife, doomed the born
Ruinous creator, tumorous doctor
He failed, for hatred now sworn.
In desolation lingers, never dares to hope
For he knows hope is a butcher
With his helplessness he cannot cope
Rage too betrayed him, bond asunder
Leaving a trail of corpses behind
The jester cares not if he goes under
Trapped in loathing, harried by temporal shades
Cursed by heretical plasma, hidden by shame
Jealousy grows, cultivated by sightless blades
Blindness sneers at him
Callousness will spare not a moment
His blood by loneliness made dim
Kanaya:
On sunny sands she walks, while others in darkness sleep.
Caring soul, ancestor to a generation that will never be born.
Care is met with cruelty, dealt by the spider’s sting,
Her love is repaid with indifference, pricks like the sharpest thorn.
Amphibian progeny she raises, watched by a warrior filled with pride
Haste her child will doom, the warrior demands it still, she obeys.
A universe is born only to die again.
Her love is repaid by stillbirth; her child will never see the light of day.
Fleeing from bladed death, her last hope has yet to hatch,
She shows compassion to a wounded soul, giving it a goal.
That hope is a devil in sheep’s skin, and burns all others.
Her love is repaid with treason, and in her heart a hole.
With vengeance she rises again, less and more than she was.
The devil is cleaved by a sword of teeth. It gives her no peace.
Now she searches for a space to call her own.
Her love is waiting for a balm that the pain will cease.
He is without equal, brain like a storm
Hateful and wretched, worthless worm
Wisdom and knowledge, power unknown
Ignorant fool, his fate does bemoan
Fierce is his mind, fierce his heart too
Cowardly maggot of red and blue
She was his best friend, she could have been more
He fired and fired, left nothing but gore
He saved her life, she kissed him and smiled
Shot through the chest, while he choked on bile
He did what he could, it wasn’t his fault
He failed like always, her death couldn’t halt
Blackness unfolds him, no more red and blue
Duality vanished, the dying shouts are gone
Peace at last, a final dark dawn.
Tranquility in emptiness
Rest in the void
Clarity in blindness
Unity in death.
Pointy shades, bulbous rump
Ironic coolness, rhymes I pump
Shatterproof sword, Causal cap
Layers of satire, I take no crap
Flashy moves, tasty grooves
Never lose, always the one to choose
Faster than sound, flashing around
Cutting fools down, fighting black clowns
Jet board, can’t be ignored, check out the sword
Slashing through imps like metaphysical gourds
Grist hoard, everything afford, won every single possible award
Shit so easy, I get bored.
Got Cal, best pal, me and him is an entire cabal
Bounce a coin, try not to look sad;
It won’t get to land before I send you
Beaten so bad like a kick to the groin
You can’t beat Bro at shit, I’m simply the best there is
Holding a monopoly on the asskicking biz.
HOW THE FUCK IS A SKINNY TEENAGE GIRL LIFTING A SWORD LONGER THANT HER ENTIRE BODY?
Explained in-story, and is consistent to the internal logic of it. Suffice to say she gets the power to do so by burning pewter in her body (other metals give other powers).
She sleeps in tower ivory, she dreams in one of gold,
At once she is both young and dead and old.
She sees what is to happen, knows not what will unfold.
Fire took her dreams away, now emptiness rules sleep,
In bubbles ruled by creatures mad her sanity she keeps
And through the madness she becomes a wolf and not a sheep.
Now space is in her grasp, power great and vast
And on the golden inch she sails on ship of golden masts
To face a fiend of power cosmic, whose reign forever lasts.
How will this journey end, no one can be sure,
But however it will end, the universe she’ll cure.
John:
Zephyr his mount, sapphire his cape
The Heir arrives on wings of storm
Lightning his scepter, thunder his crown
The power of Breath the world does transform
Light on his feet, light in his heart
Greatness is his, his to perform
Potential endless, given by air
The power of Breath the world does transform
Joy rules him still, though darkness looms close
And sorrows and pain threaten to swarm
He rises above, the sky is his throne
The power of Breath the world does transform
Though kindness is his, cruelty cast aside
Threaten his kin, trouble their form
And prepare to reap a whirlwind of force
The power of Breath your hate will transform.
Rose:
At the tip of her wand seraphim dance
A ballet of strife with devils of chance.
Sable and Emerald duel for her mind;
If either prevails , her fate won’t be kind
At all times in control, except when she’s not.
Aberrations of dread foul feelers do send.
They whisper of treason, damnation and rot,
Of crimes she could never hope to amend.
She will not surrender, relinquish no sliver
Of her mind to the hunters that come from the void.
Fight them every step, she won’t falter or quiver;
She fights for herself, least she be destroyed.
With wizardry and light, the future she scouts,
The roll of the dice now her crystal ball,
And though what she sees may cause her some doubt
The Seer will never again be a thrall.
Furious Pariah, hard of shell
Herder of wolves, they bite at his ankles
Making his way through a hazy hell.
Hurried the midwife, doomed the born
Ruinous creator, tumorous doctor
He failed, for hatred now sworn.
In desolation lingers, never dares to hope
For he knows hope is a butcher
With his helplessness he cannot cope
Rage too betrayed him, bond asunder
Leaving a trail of corpses behind
The jester cares not if he goes under
Trapped in loathing, harried by temporal shades
Cursed by heretical plasma, hidden by shame
Jealousy grows, cultivated by sightless blades
Blindness sneers at him
Callousness will spare not a moment
His blood by loneliness made dim
Kanaya:
On sunny sands she walks, while others in darkness sleep.
Caring soul, ancestor to a generation that will never be born.
Care is met with cruelty, dealt by the spider’s sting,
Her love is repaid with indifference, pricks like the sharpest thorn.
Amphibian progeny she raises, watched by a warrior filled with pride
Haste her child will doom, the warrior demands it still, she obeys.
A universe is born only to die again.
Her love is repaid by stillbirth; her child will never see the light of day.
Fleeing from bladed death, her last hope has yet to hatch,
She shows compassion to a wounded soul, giving it a goal.
That hope is a devil in sheep’s skin, and burns all others.
Her love is repaid with treason, and in her heart a hole.
With vengeance she rises again, less and more than she was.
The devil is cleaved by a sword of teeth. It gives her no peace.
Now she searches for a space to call her own.
Her love is waiting for a balm that the pain will cease.
He is without equal, brain like a storm
Hateful and wretched, worthless worm
Wisdom and knowledge, power unknown
Ignorant fool, his fate does bemoan
Fierce is his mind, fierce his heart too
Cowardly maggot of red and blue
She was his best friend, she could have been more
He fired and fired, left nothing but gore
He saved her life, she kissed him and smiled
Shot through the chest, while he choked on bile
He did what he could, it wasn’t his fault
He failed like always, her death couldn’t halt
Blackness unfolds him, no more red and blue
Duality vanished, the dying shouts are gone
Peace at last, a final dark dawn.
Tranquility in emptiness
Rest in the void
Clarity in blindness
Unity in death.
Pointy shades, bulbous rump
Ironic coolness, rhymes I pump
Shatterproof sword, Causal cap
Layers of satire, I take no crap
Flashy moves, tasty grooves
Never lose, always the one to choose
Faster than sound, flashing around
Cutting fools down, fighting black clowns
Jet board, can’t be ignored, check out the sword
Slashing through imps like metaphysical gourds
Grist hoard, everything afford, won every single possible award
Shit so easy, I get bored.
Got Cal, best pal, me and him is an entire cabal
Bounce a coin, try not to look sad;
It won’t get to land before I send you
Beaten so bad like a kick to the groin
You can’t beat Bro at shit, I’m simply the best there is
Holding a monopoly on the asskicking biz.
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Re: Legend of Korra: finale spoilers
Originally Posted by Dmatix
Explained in-story, and is consistent to the internal logic of it. Suffice to say she gets the power to do so by burning pewter in her body (other metals give other powers).
So what I'm getting is that she's some sort of living furnace person?
Only logical comment here, right?
And now, another crazy crossover pic, okay?
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So what I'm getting is that she's some sort of living furnace person?
That's not too far off of a description, actually.
Also, that picture makes me think of earthbent golems. Specificially if an earthbender could manipulate the ground so as to operate a working hand out of stone without just having the stone around their hand. Like a hand coming out of the ground and grabbing something.
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That's not entirely true. I thnk most people are shtity and boring, but I still try to be respectful to them, a) because nobody deserves to be shat upon for no reason, even if they are objectively boring as fuck and b) they might actually be pretty cool and I just down know it yet. not likely, but always possible. and c) they may also be more useful to me if they don't think I'm a total asshole. x3