the way we get by

Карл Стефан (Актёр игравший "Роби Злобного" из шоу "Лентяево") вылечился от рака.

После празднования излечения первого, актёр поблагодарил всех за собранную сумму для лечения и даже исполнил свою мемасную песню, через пару недель он снова угодил на койку, опухоль обострилась вновь, шансы на излечение были малы.

Однако победить рак все таки удалось, сам Карл пишет, что рак заставил изменить его взгляды на жизнь и переосмыслить некоторые моменты, теперь же он снова способен стоять на ногах.

"Я свободен от опухоли, от рака. Чертова опухоль прошла, непонятно насколько, надеюсь навсегда", об этом он сообщил в прессе Life is now в местной исландской СМИ.

Leningrad Cowboys - We Cum From Brooklyn (1992)

Королевский гвардеец припугнул китайского туриста штурмовой винтовкой

В Виндзорском замке один из туристов решил спародировать походку гвардейца. Турист положил свою руку на плечо представителя королевской гвардии и получил неожиданный жесткий отпор. Гвардеец закричал «Держись подальше от Королеской гвардии» и направил на туриста винтовку.

 Министерство Обороны Великобритание поддержало королевского гвардейца в его действиях и предупредило туристов о необходимости уважения к гвардии.

Тем временем на Artstation, одной из крупнейших площадок с работами 2D и 3D художников, начался флешмоб-забастовка против сгенерированных изображений нейросетками.

Некоторые авторы сопровождают однотипные изображения с перечеркнутым AI работы примерно похожим текстом:

We need Artstation to make a stand against AI with an official policy. I'll keep posting this image until they do.
If you like, post the same image and see if we can get Artstation to actually hear us.

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Everyday we stray further from light

Infinity way

We are number one, on the way to hell.

Однажды начинал работу, но из за неполадок, оригинальная зарисовка удалилась. Остались лишь куцые наброски. Лежали у меня больше четырех месяцев. Возможности доделать уже нет, ибо рисую другую работу и оригинального наброска в хайрезе не осталось.

Would hate to waste a good head!

"I don't care what you think that would serve for" the Brethren Knight Cleves said in a stern tone to a bunch of disappointed orc mercenaries. "You are NOT going to take any head -or anything else- that will rot and give away our position miles away only from it's stench and the flies. I don't care if it's for a bounty, trophy, part of your culture. I don't want to see ANY head, ears, hands, fingers or anything else. Are we clear?!"

"But how are we going to get paid?!" protested an Ozcura, waving the freshly cut head of a fallen enemy. 

Cleves sighed. "Just show the treasurer -Brother Dithmar- and he will keep a tally for once we are back in Castle Kreuzfeldt" the warrior-monk said. "And don't take too much loot, either" this generated a wave of protests, as it was part of their benefit. "No complains!" Cleves said. "We are deep in enemy territory, and we still have a long way to go. So we can't get overburdened. Take preference for food, because anything else we will have to carry all the way to the Demonlands and back"

There was general disappointment among the Orcpeliers -the orc mercenaries under service of the Order of the Holy Sword of Nortender-, but they understood the logic behind it.

"I don't know. I would hate to waste a good head!" said Magdalena, as she tossed the head of a vanquished enemy on a burlap sack her sister Hortence was holding. 

"Hello, fellow Orcpeliers!" said another grey orc near them.

They turned around, not recognising her from the garrison of Kreuzfeldt... or any of the other Orcpelier forces that where gathered as auxiliary infantry for this deep raid into the enemy lands, to support the heavy cavalry of the Order and the mounted infantry. But she had the right sort of gear, and a hastily pinned yellow cross of Nortender on her clothes. 

The third ozcura looked quite nervous... as if she had fought in the losing Dark Legion force and quickly slapped the symbol of the Order, rather than try to run or surrender -well knowing that in such a deep raid into the Demonlands, the order couldn't really spare time and manpower with prisoners.

The two sisters looked at each other, knowing well what happened. They knew the order didn't recruited on the battlefield deserters... but they where so far away from the lands of the Order, and in this battle they had already lost several of their comrades... who would tell the knights? Unlike them, they could appreciate an intelligent ozcura with an instinct for survival. 

"Hello... fellow Orcpelier" the twin sisters finally said to the relief of the new recruit.