I read a lot of trash where and when other people might watch mindless TV or play video games. And when I say trash, I mean it honestly, and without a shred of negative judgment.

The same way that a person can love hoopty cars, or get a kick out of kid art, or unironically enjoy the kind of dive bar that skeeves the fuck out of almost anyone who can afford to drink elsewhere, even if it's the parking lot of a gas station that sells single shoelaces, copper choreboys, and not much else besides Night Train and Old English, there's a certain freedom in low expectations.

Over the last few years I've found myself following a Chernobyl double handful of bottom-tier, fan translated martial arts/daoist cultivation comics with the same central theme: a main character who overcomes first the mortal obstacles of a mundane or even cursed origin, and eventually defies the heavens to become a transcendent power unbeholden to the world.

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Recently I was tripping on psychedelic mushrooms and was chilling to some Dijon whilst reading an interesting write-up on E2 about Command: Modern Operations. When I awoke the next day, I went on E2 to find this magical write-up, luckily I made it all up in my mind as I was dreaming, so I get to make it for you!

Command: Modern Operations 

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Percy and his accomplices are sailing the Lerician coast for days, and are met with a great storm. They are spotted by other sailors, who insist they lower their sails.

URANUS

My tempests show forth tides

ARES

My aspirations show forth winds

SAILORS

My liege we cannot bear this for longer

PERCY

Our sails will…