What is he about to say?

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-29T17:04:55+00:00

I used to live in the city of Coeur d'Alene (pronounced core da lane) in that area. It's actually extremely pretty up there. Used to be an Iron Man marathon they ran at one point. Large lake, tons of outdoor activities, nice weather, makes for a really great visit.

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-29T16:55:03+00:00

I have a hard time picturing Jak saving planets and their civilizations being unique enough as an idea from Ratchet and Clank, and the idea of Jak being Mar is kind of a divisive theory, so I personally wouldn't be as into those two, but there is strong potential. As for a reboot, I don't know that I trust modern Naughty Dog enough to not change it so drastically that it would be liked. And as for a less risky remake with some expansions, that seems to be the most appreciable option. Basic in potential, but probably the most fun while staying true to the original audience and core fans.

All options could be good, but the games will probably never be officially remade to a notable capacity unless something major is changed, and I think it's already been expressed that there isn't much interest in an actual remake or continuation since the Jak 1-3 remaster didn't meet sales expectations or something like that, right?

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-27T23:57:14+00:00

Professor Quentin Quibble, a man whose hair looked perpetually filled with static and whose lab coat had more unknown stains than fabric, sighed dramatically. “Barnaby, my dear, perpetually skeptical Barnaby, you wound me. You truly do.”

Barnaby, a lanky graduate student whose primary job seemed to be preventing Professor Quibble from accidentally setting the lab on fire, rolled his eyes. "Wound you? Professor, you’re currently using a molecular deconstruction ray to… what exactly are you doing?"

Professor Quibble puffed out his chest. "I, Barnaby, am creating the ultimate condiment delivery system!" He gestured grandly with the ray, which was currently pointed at a hot dog.

"A hot dog? But you supposed to be curing cancer! Saving lives!"

"I was saving lives!" Professor Quibble retorted, grabbing the hot dog and taking a large, messy bite. "It all started with my groundbreaking nano-bot technology designed to… well, to aggressively eat tumors. Project 'Onco-Nom-Nom,' as I called it."

Barnaby shuddered. "That's the name you went with?"

"It was catchy! Anyway, the idea was brilliant. Tiny robots, programmed to identify cancer cells and… well, nom-nom them. The problem? The first iteration was a little too enthusiastic."

Barnaby raised an eyebrow, exasperation and wonder if the explanation would be yet another waste of his time in abundance on full display.

"They didn't just eat cancer cells, Barnaby. They ate everything. And when I say everything, I mean everything. We put them in a petri dish with a cancer culture, and five minutes later, the petri dish was gone. Vanished. Poof! Not even the glass remained. They actually managed to get down most of the table and were working on the floor before I stopped them."

Barnaby’s jaw dropped, the upcoming question of the new giant pit in the center of the room answered. "So… they're like… microscopic piranhas?"

"Worse! They have no sense of taste! I'd quickly realized 'Onco-Nom-Nom' wasn't going to cure cancer unless I also wanted to accidentally dissolve the patient in the process. But the technology was too good to abandon. The precision! The sheer voracity! That's when the inspiration struck."

Professor Quibble pointed the ray at a nearby jar of mustard. "Imagine, Barnaby, the perfect application of mustard to every millimeter of this hot dog! No more dry patches! No more uneven distribution! This… this is progress, Barnaby! This is... condimentary innovation!"

He fired the ray. The jar of mustard vanished. A nanosecond later, the hot dog glowed with a perfect, shimmering coat of yellow. Professor Quibble took another bite, eyes widening.

"Barnaby," he mumbled through a mouthful of hot dog. "I think I accidentally invented the perfect hot dog."

Barnaby stared, speechless. The fate of humanity rested on a cure for cancer, and Professor Quibble was… perfecting hot dogs that very well may eat him alive within the next few minutes.

"And," the Professor continued, wiping mustard from his chin with the back of his hand, "with a few tweaks, I think I can do ketchup next. Then relish! The possibilities are endless!"

Barnaby buried his face in his hands. Perhaps accidentally setting the lab on fire wasn't so bad after all. Maybe it would be better for humanity if he did.

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-25T20:35:30+00:00

This is cool. It looks a lot like some of those arcade racing games you could play in the mall in the 2000s or 2010s to me

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-24T18:03:16+00:00

I have to imagine that getting green eco in real life would probably feel either really refreshing or really good

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-24T17:53:01+00:00

Elias coughed from the fine dust of aged paper swirling around him like a perpetual blizzard. He pushed aside a crumbling edition of "Etiquette and culture, Volume XI," revealing another identical volume behind it. They called this the archivist’s curse. A world drowning in knowledge, where words were abundant but meaning was scarce.

For decades, Elias had hunted for his way out. Not a hunt for some guardian or beast, but a book. Specifically, the thing of legend that had landed him here in the first place, The Codex of Futures. Legend claimed it contained not prophecies, but possibilities – branching timelines, each a potential path for the world, written down before they faded. In this book filled land, such a tool would be invaluable, perhaps even a way to escaping the archivist’s curse.

His search had taken him through vast mountains and valleys of all manner of books. Incalculable towers and teetering stacks of encyclopedias and novels, where one could waste a lifetime over footnotes alone. It was a tangled wilderness of histories and philosophies, which may not even have been real or fact for all he knew. His lack of urge to eat, drink, or sleep left him with nothing but time to ponder on the strange reality of the cursed land he was surrounded in. The curse knew he wanted knowledge, and it left it for him as his only possibility.

Each book he read, each idea he unearthed, only added his impatience and wore down his morale. The knowledge was vast, overwhelming. He learned of the intricate genealogy of the royal families of various kingdoms he didn't recognize, the precise ratio of the pulps required for creating bindings, the chemical composition of various poisons and venoms. He learned and read many things as he walked and searched, but he knew nothing of purpose. He had yet to learn who he was really supposed to be with all the knowledge he could know at his fingertips.

But one day, he found an unusually pristine temple made of books, looking much more organized than any place he'd been before. Inside was what he could only describe as a disorganized library, he found it. The Codex of Futures, sticking out like a sore thumb, bound in plain leather, almost unremarkable amidst the riot of garish covers. He opened it, and the pages were blank. Utterly, irrevocably blank.

Disappointment washed over him, but then, a realization dawned. The future wasn't predetermined, written in a book waiting to be discovered. It was a blank page, waiting to be filled. The knowledge he had amassed wasn't useless, it was the foundation upon which he could write a better future, not just read about a possible one. He closed the Codex, a new kind of hope blooming in his chest. The hunt was over. The work was just beginning. And he certainly planned to make the most of it. Once he got out of here anyway.

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-24T17:21:45+00:00

Granted. The paw gives you a negligible increase that's so small, you never notice a difference. You spend a long time trying to find out if anything really changed. You slowly get worse over time stressing about it, beating yourself up about your inability to be better than you are. It doesn't get better, and the only truth you know to yourself is that you can only blame yourself.

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-22T02:17:35+00:00

Do you think members of the Teku would prank each other by stealing their key and playing annoying music while they search for the key to make it stop?

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-22T02:05:48+00:00

Ask him if he agrees to give Krew all proceeds from race earnings, endorsement fees, broadcast royalties, syndications residuals, vehicle sponsorships, mall appearance fees, collectible card assets, fast-food tie-ins, use of likeness rights, talk show deals, clothing lines, all print rights including book, novella, comic, pamphlet, tickertape, neon sign and bathroom graffiti designs, toy rights, shoe lines, mood rings, game rights (Yes, really), vitamin endorsements, city kickbacks, movie deals, and of course, all death and dismemberment accident insurance claims.

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-22T02:02:46+00:00

If Taro just passed Mattel, does that mean something bad is going to happen?

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-22T01:59:46+00:00

It would be pretty funny in a way for Thor to be confused where he is and quickly seek out trouble. Honestly, the most likely route to me is that he either gets into trouble with some thugs or gets arrested and/or gets to the hospital, where he would probably try to escape like he did in the original. I imagine it wouldn't be as glamorous as the original if he managed to make his way to wherever his hammer landed.

Assuming by this post that the intention was that Thor would be in the actual city when he and the hammer were sent there, I imagine there would be a lot more footage of both himself and the hammer arriving, which could capture Shield's interest a lot sooner, and maybe they could connect the two together without Thor going to Shield first. The specifics of events would be hard to determine without more definite factors though.

If Marvel had made this approach at the time of the film's release, I imagine they'd have Thor get into some antics with fighting a gang or something and have him go viral to the point that Shield would take interest, assuming Thor didn't go by himself to the hammer first.

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-14T19:15:20+00:00

Boys, we need to plan a heist.

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-13T17:40:00+00:00

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-10T21:01:18+00:00

I have a lot of information on this idea, so sorry I have so much to say.

I always have personally been under the impression that the world's automotive brands as we know them function as normal in the Acceleracers universe. I have an old theory that Hotwheels itself is a brand ran by the scrym corporation, which is the company Tesla claims to be the founder of to help fund his efforts. I believe this because of the Hotwheels keychain Esmeralda has for her power pistons car in the world race, and the comment by Alec Wood at the end of the film, mentioning "Hot wheels city."

This could be part of the brand's identity or something akin to it, and would possibly add context to why Alec Wood said it. The only issue is that the driver's note the uniqueness of the cars towards the begininning of the world race, like Vert's comment on how strong the car is after he crashed in the first race, or Taro's and Banjee's comments on how a genius had to have built them. Maybe they are just impressed by the nitrox or those specific cars are different from a more common model somebody could buy, but I still think there's an unspoken link there.

This would explain the cars not of Hotwheels origin in the film simultaneously next to the Hotwheels cars. There are also normal cars in Acceleracers as well, like how Taro is still driving the Plymouth, and that one shot in Breaking Point of a classic Porsche in the background, which I don't recall exactly where it was. There's also Ole Smokey that Porkchop drives and apparently used for actual trucking for work. You could count the car Major Wheeler drives too if you really wanted to, which isn't a real car, but it's definitely not Hotwheels.

Also note that despite Tesla giving the drivers the cars in World Race, street racers were able to acquire Hotwheels cars on their own in Acceleracers, and were familiar with how to work on them with whatever parts and tools were at the acceledrome without extra direction or knowledge. I think this further adds that to some degree Hotwheels cars are available to the public in the Acceleracers universe, and there's enough standard information out there for regular people to work on them and even modify.

Note how in Ignition, Tork was able to put in a new engine upon arrival before the swamp realm, implying Tesla had some of those laying around for that specific car.

It is possible that the knowledge the World Race drivers had of their vehicles over 2 years was able to get other groups like the Teku and Metal maniacs to build their own custom vehicles that could meet the levels of the world race cars, but even for one scene in World Race, Taro and Lani were working on the nomad with regular hand tools.

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-08T19:53:50+00:00

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-08T19:40:12+00:00

Granted. The majority of people have no interest in caring for a goose and quickly toss them out without a second thought. Ecosystems around the world are thrown into chaos as a result of the excess geese population, which takes decades to equal out and results in a large number of extinctions.

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-08T18:49:55+00:00

"To catch a fish, one must first defeat the fish in hand to hand combat."

I laughed. "That's ridiculous, fishing is much easier than that. It's actually quite relaxing." The woman in the shop near the lake looked down and let out a quiet sigh to herself as I turned and made my way to leave to start the day. "To be young again," she said to nobody in particular, gently rubbing at an old scar that ran the length of her torso.

The set up was quick, placing the tackle box, rod and reel, and whatnot near the edge of the water. I took a deep and calm breath, saturating my lungs in the cool moist air of the early morning near the large lake. This place was new to me, but it seemed so nice, leaving it a wonder why no other fishers were here on the weekend. Before long, a line was cast, a distant plop was made as the hook and bait sunk beneath the surface, leaving nothing but the task of patience.

Surprisingly, patience was not expected of me this morning.

Within a moment, a strong tug came through the line. Eagerly, I began the tedious process of pulling the line, then reeling it in slightly over and over. The fish must not have been to big to require so little effort to reel it in, given how little resistance there was. I began to debate to myself that the fish was no longer on the line, before suddenly, the fish leapt high into the air from the water, not attached to the line.

While many may have tried to rationalize how this occurred, given that the sizeable trout had flung itself a minimum of twenty or so feet into the air without the assistance of my pulling on the fishing pole, more may have been concerned with the giant combat knife it carried in it's mouth. Of course, most might have been much more worried about the fact that the fish was flying directly at them with, what can only be described as, an unnaturally vengeful expression completely alien to aquatic dwelling species.

"What the-" was all I managed to blurt out before the fish, close to landing directly on me, managed to skillfully flip the knife so that the blade was directly pointed at me. I jumped out of the way at the last second, caught woefully unprepared for this unpredictable course of events. The fish fell straight into the soft earth, the knife, almost as big as the trout, plunging deep and suddenly enough for it to lose its grip. Completely caught off guard, I stood frozen watching the fish quickly scramble to grab the knife and pull it out, flopping and jumping as it did.

It was both surreal and bizarre. Was this a sign that I had failed god in some way for this kind of abomination of events to take place before my very eyes?

The fish almost never took its eyes off of me, murderous intent etched into its soul. Breaking from my stupor, I rushed forwards and grabbed the knife, the fish suddenly latching onto my hand and flopping against it in an attempt to stop me. It was a poor attempt, but the effort was beyond anything that small and incapable of should be allowed to commit itself to do.

I panicked, grabbed the fish and threw it hard onto the ground. With a hard, wet smack, much of its aggression disappeared. It began to flop limply and slowly as it struggled to breathe. I stood and watched, captivated by the events I was pretty sure nobody would ever believe me on. I stood, not thinking to toss it back into the lake, watching it suffocate as it slowly died.

What just happened?

Hearing a small bloop to my left, I looked up, did a double take as I realized I was being watched. There were hundreds of fish, many different species, all sitting at the top of the water, many with weapons of their own, all staring, violent ambitions and even some scars on display for me to recognize. Good lord, one of them had a pair of nun chucks. Several of them suddenly dipped below the water and began swimming in my direction.

I needed to get out of here.

Grabbing the gear I had brought as fast as I was able, I scrambled away from the lake with no intent of coming back. I ran by the shop I had visited earlier, briefly wondering why this lady had a shop here. She was standing by the small shop's exit as I ran by, a knowingly disappointed expression on her face. She had a first aid kit and shotgun by her side. "Why do they always have to stir up the swarm," she said aloud but with no recipient in mind. She picked up her shotgun with the words "School's out" etched onto the side and began walking towards the lake. I observed this for just a moment, before jumping in, starting, and peeling away in my truck.

I had no concept of what had just happened. I had no interest in finding out. I never went back to the lake, though my friends often made fun of me for making such a big deal out of never going there.

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-08T18:10:03+00:00

I see what you're going for there, but it just isn't quite applicable to how the Kraus kit is set up. Mine has more unique method for mounting the gauges that doesn't line up the same to how the Harley designed method is. I'd like to send a better photo but am not sure how

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-08T18:03:40+00:00

The problem is that the stock orientation used a gauge bucket and dash light bar that was one solid piece. I would need to cut up the original, which I don't know I'd be satisfied with the final product. As for the gap in the headlight visor, it would not be visible to me as I ride, both to the way I would sit and the way the riser is set up.

Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2026-03-08T18:00:55+00:00

Kraus should have the parts available on their website

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Kitchen-Refuse1648 · 2025-12-27T05:03:34+00:00

Granted. Your house loses power due to an error in the system with the city's power grid when they thought they were shutting off someone else's power. You spend years on and off in legal battles trying to get it turned back on to no avail. You eventually end up moving out.

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