Canon-Sharing Meme

[northernwings]

And for the first time in her RPing career, Mei posts a meme with the return of none other than the...

Canon-Sharing Meme

Tired of being the only one who knows how awesome your canon is? Tired of being canon-blind to everyone else's? Well, this is the meme for you.

In the subject line of your comment, list the canon's name, and then in the body, give us some really awesome moments so we can see just what makes your canon tick. If it's a video game, link some playthrough videos. If it's a TV show/movie, maybe there's some episodes/clips available online for free! If it's literature, a comic book, a graphic novel, or manga, you could link to previews, scans, or summaries. Whatever floats your boat, really! Just try to keep things as spoiler free as possible, or provide warnings in the subject line or so forth.

Also, as some of us have slow connection speeds, please link you tube videos rather than embed them.

(Those of us with older dinky computers also appreciate that.)

Check out last year's if you're staring blankly at this post and wondering what's going on!

Now go forth, have fun, and lure people to the Dark Side your canons!

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Discworld - Monstrous Regiment

[mal_addict]

Discworld is a 39 novels-strong fantasy-humour series by Terry Pratchett. Following the adventures of various groups of people who live on a world which is balanced on the back of 4 elephants who are in turn standing on the shell of a giant turtle. YEP. You can honestly start reading anywhere you like, as the books are designed to let you start at pretty much any point (though some of the later ones are a little harder to get into without backstory).

The books are also grouped as 'series', a guide of which can be seen here. It's missing the last few novels, but is otherwise correct and up-to-date. Now that might look terrifying, as by god it's a lot of books. But you can honestly start reading anywhere you like, as the books are designed to let you start at pretty much any point (though some of the later ones are a little harder to get into without backstory). I've been reading these books for 20 years and have yet to read them all in order.

Now, onto Monstrous Regiment, which is the book Maladict hails from. MR is a stand-alone book following the story of Polly Perks, a young girl who secretly joins the army of her woman-hating country in order to track down her older brother to bring him safely home. She does this by pretending she's a man. As the novel progresses, she slowly starts to realise that almost everyone else in her regiment DID THE SAME THING. Hilarity ensues.

While being a comedy (as all Discworld novels are) this one also tackles the issues of war, sexism and basically being yourself and allowing others the same privilege. It's a bit like Mulan meets Joan of Ark - with an added vampire, igor and troll.

Excerpt

[mal_addict]

In which our new regiment get into some trouble in a bar.

She narrowed her eyes. This stupid fool in front of her, a man making one long eyebrow do the work of two, was serving them slops and foul vinegar just before they marched off to war -
"Thith beer," said Igor, on her right, "tathteth of horthe pith."
Polly stood back. Even in a bar like this, that was killing talk.
"Oh, you'd know, would you?" said the barman, looming over the boy. "Drunk horse piss, have you?"
"Yeth," said Igor.
The barman stuck a fist in front of Igor's face. "Now you listen to me, you lisping little - "
A slim black arm appeared with amazing speed and a pale hand caught the man's wrist. The one eyebrow contorted in sudden agony.
"Now, it's like this," said Maladict calmly. "We're soldiers of the Duchess, agreed? Just say 'aargh'."
He must have squeezed. The man groaned.
"Thank you. And you're serving up as beer a liquid best described as foul water," Maladict went on in the same level, conversational tone. "I, of course, don't drink... horse piss, but I have a highly developed sense of smell, and really would prefer not to list aloud the things I can smell in this murk, so we'll just say 'rat droppings' and leave it at that, shall we? Just whimper. Good man." At the end of the bar, one of the new recruits threw up. The barman's fingers had gone white. Maladict nodded with satisfaction.
"Incapacitating a soldier of her grace in wartime is a treasonable offence," he said. He leaned forward. "Punishable, of course, by... death." Maladict pronounced the word with a certain delight. "However, if there happened to be another barrel of beer around the place, you know, good stuff, the stuff you'd keep for your friends if you had any friends, then I'm sure we can forget this little incident. Now, I'm going to let go of your wrist. I can tell by your eyebrow that you are a thinker, and if you're thinking of rushing back in here with a big stick, I'd like you to think about this instead: I'd like you to think about this black ribbon I'm wearing. Know what it means, do you?"
The barman winced, and mumbled: "Temp'rance League..."
"Right! Well done!" said Maladict. "And one more thought for you, if you've got room. I've only taken a pledge not to drink human blood. It doesn't mean I can't kick you in the fork so hard you suddenly go deaf."
He released his grip. The barman slowly straightened up. Under the bar he would have a short wooden club, Polly knew. Every bar had one. Even her father had one. It was a great help, he said, in times of worry and confusion. She saw the fingers of the usable hand twitch.
"Don't," she said. "I think he means it."
The barman relaxed. "Bit of a misunderstanding there, gents," he mumbled. "Got the wrong barrel in. No offence meant." He shuffled off, his hand almost visibly throbbing.
"I only thaid it wath horthe pith," said Igor.
"He won't cause trouble," said Polly to Maladict. "He'll be your friend from now on. He's worked out he can't beat you so he's going to be your best mate."
Maladict subjected her to a thoughtful stare. "I know that," he said. "How do you?"
"I used to work in an inn," said Polly, feeling her heart begin to beat faster, as it always did when the lies lined up. "You learn to read people."
"What did you do in the inn?"
"Barman."
"There's another inn in this hole, is there?"
"Oh no, I'm not from round here."
Polly groaned at the sound of her own voice, and waited for the question: "Then why come here to join up?" It didn't come. Instead, Maladict just shrugged and said, "I shouldn't think anyone is from round here."
A couple more new recruits arrived at the bar. They had the same look - sheepish, a bit defiant, in clothes that didn't fit well. Eyebrow reappeared with a small keg, which he laid reverentially on a stand and gently tapped. He pulled a genuine pewter tankard from under the bar, filled it, and timorously proffered it to Maladict.
"Igor?" said the vampire, waving it away.
"I'll thtick with the horthe pith, if it'th all the thame to you," said Igor. He looked around in the sudden silence. "Look, I never thaid I didn't like it," said Igor. He pushed his mug across the sticky bar. "Thame again?"