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This Black-and-White Footage of the Teletubbies Looks Like a Horror Film

Warning: You may never see the Teletubbies the same way after watching this clip set to the rock band Joy Division

Who knew that the Teletubbies in black and white would look like a shot from an Ingmar Bergman-directed horror film?

A grainy black-and-white image of the Teletubbies, those lovable, huggable children’s television characters, has been circulating the Internet for a few days. While many Twitter users have noted that the image of the huggable furries devoid of their technicolor hue is strangely haunting, verging on horrifying, others commented that the photo looked like a still from the Anton Corbijn-directed music video for “Atmosphere” by post-punkers, Joy Division.

YouTube user Christopher Brown latched on to that idea and ran with it. He took footage of the fuzzy little tubbies, stripped out the color, and soon enough Tinky-Winky, Dipsy, Laa Laa and Po were frolicking through a bleak post-apocalyptic wasteland. Add in the downbeat Joy Division soundtrack, and the result is a wildly weird, strangely avant-garde, creepy video that feels equal part Bergman, David Lynch, and Disney cosplay. Clearly it’s a must-see.

If Joy Division isn’t your cup of tea, someone also made an Aphex Twin version.

(h/t Vanyaland)

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Here’s How a Germanwings Pilot Reassured Scared Passengers the Day After the Crash

A Germanwings Airbus A320 is seen at the Berlin airport, March 29, 2014. An Airbus plane of the same model crashed in southern France en route from Barcelona to Duesseldorf, on March 24, 2015 police and aviation officials said.
Jan Seba—Reuters A Germanwings Airbus A320 is seen at the Berlin airport, March 29, 2014. An Airbus plane of the same model crashed in southern France en route from Barcelona to Duesseldorf, on March 24, 2015 police and aviation officials said.

A woman on board explains a pilot's heartfelt message

The morning after Germanwings Flight 9525 crashed into the French Alps—before any real details were known about the state of the plane or co-pilot Andreas Lubitz’ mental state—Britta Englisch hesitantly stepped onto a Germanwings flight from Hamburg to Cologne.

As soon as she walked onto the plane, she and the other passengers were personally welcomed by the pilot, who assured them that he’d get them to their destination safely. Englisch praised the dedicated pilot and crew on Germanwings’ Facebook page Wednesday night, and her heartfelt post has since gone viral—accumulating some 300,000 likes in less than two days.

“This flight was the morning after the crash—at this time no details were known and everything was mere speculation,” Englisch, who lives in Hamburg, tells TIME via email. “Logically it was pretty clear to me, that Germanwings might have been the safest airline at that morning—they doublechecked every plane and pilots and crew were free to choose if they were feeling able to fly or not. Nevertheless I had this feeling in my stomach. Feelings are not logical, are they?”

But her worry subsided after the pilot personally welcomed people as they boarded the plane. “If someone made an uneasy impression, he talked to them,” says Englisch, a PR manager at Stage Entertainment.

After boarding was complete, rather than going into the cockpit, the pilot took a microphone and began to address his passengers.

“He introduced himself and his crew, talked about how he felt—that some of the crew knew someone on the plane, that he also had a slight uneasy feeling not knowing what happened,” Englisch recollects. “[The pilot continued that] he and the crew are there voluntarily, that the company didn’t force anyone to be on duty that day, that he double-checked the plane this morning. [He said that] he has family, kids and a wife who he loves, that the crew has loved ones and [that] he’ll do everything to return safely to them every evening.”

For a moment everyone was silent.

“No one was checking his phone for the last time or reading the papers,” Englisch says, noting that that is unusual for a commuter flight full of businesspeople. “And then everyone applauded.”

Englisch didn’t intend for her post, supporting the grieving airline, to gain so much attention.

“It was just one post amongst thousand others and it was meant to say thank you to the pilot for not hiding in the cockpit but letting us be part of his feelings.”

Here is her post:

Read next: Here’s What We Know About the Germanwings Co-Pilot Andreas Lubitz

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Watch Driving Instructors Get Pranked by a Pro Racer

They think she doesn't know how to drive

Driving tests are supposed to be nerve-racking for new students, but one Malaysian driving school flipped the script and absolutely terrified their rookie instructors.

To prank employees on their first day of work, the school hired Leona Chin, a professional rally-racing driver, to be the unlucky tutors’ first pupil.

Chin, dressed up in a nerdy-looking outfit, spends the first half of the video pretending she’s a hopeless learner. Then, just as instructors are getting frustrated, Chin reveals her true talents—and the reactions are priceless.

“The 3 employees you saw at the end loved it and laughed it off, but the guy in the blue shirt was not too happy. That’s why we didn’t have footage of him smiling,” Izmir Mujab, CEO of the media company behind the video, told TIME.

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Watch Jimmy Fallon’s Mitt Romney Impression on The Tonight Show

It's not too bad

When you think of Saturday Night Live alumni doing impressions of GOP candidates, Jimmy Fallon typically isn’t the first name that comes to mind.

But the Tonight Show host turned in a passable impression of Mitt Romney Wednesday night when the former presidential candidate appeared on Fallon’s show.

The segment’s conceit is a loose one. Romney, 68, is psyching himself up in the mirror before his interview, and Fallon is playing his reflection. Fallon has fun with some of Romney’s mannerisms, including his oddly intoned laugh, and Romney proves a great sport throughout.

Later on, during the actual interview, Romney revealed some details on his upcoming charity boxing match with Evander Holyfield (“It’s gonna be a very quick bout,” Romney joked). Aside from discussing the charity that the fight will benefit, he showed a clip of his 2-year-old grandson Winston “training” him for the fight.

Taking on Holyfield might be kind of easy after standing up to that kind of abuse.

This article originally appeared on People.com.

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Watch John Boehner and Nancy Pelosi Read Mean Tweets About Themselves

Tans were discussed

Members of Congress including House Speaker John Boehner and Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi came together to read mean tweets about themselves on video to promote Wednesday’s 2015 Radio & Television Correspondents Association Dinner.

Spoiler alert: Fake tans were discussed.

“Um… @NancyPelosi looks like a tub of orange sherbert right now on CSPAN,” Pelosi read one, before ad-libbing: “Was I standing too close to John Boehner?”

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The video then cuts to Boehner reading a tweet stating that he “Looks like an angry Oompa Loopa. I presume he bribes his constituents with promises of chocolate and Gobstoppers.”

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The twitterverse can be so cruel. Luckily Boehner was able to keep it together:

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What If Michael Bay Directed Girls?

Michael Bay and HBO’s Girls are about as dissimilar and themes as two entertainment brands can be. The director shoots for high-concept flicks with outlandish stunts and insane plots, while Lena Dunham’s show aims for low-key characterization and development. Whenever the two collided in a mash-up, real or otherwise, one’s sensibilities would be crushed for comedic effect, skewering the other.

This is exactly what happened when YouTuber Alberto Belli released the video “What if Michael Bay directed HBO’s ‘Girls’ ” on Wednesday. Hannah, Marnie, Jessa, and Shoshanna are all shown in the parody, accompanied by regular barbs about their body and attractiveness. To make it a genuine Bay parody, oversaturated scenes, jets, and—naturally—explosions appear.

This article originally appeared on EW.com

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This U.S. Student’s Sneak Peeks of Her Enchanted Life at Cambridge University Have Got Her 300,000 Instagram Followers

“In the States we don’t have castles"

Caroline Calloway is living a privileged life and getting a huge following on Instagram in the process.

The 23-year-old New Yorker is currently studying art history at the prestigious Cambridge University in Britain, and her awestruck musings about the iconic institution, coupled with photographs of her experiences there, have captured the imaginations of over 302,000 people on the photo-sharing social network.

“I love Cambridge so much, in the evangelical way only an immigrant can,” one of her posts reads. “In the States we don’t have castles – it’s literally like if one part of one old building in Cambridge was transplanted to America it would be our greatest national treasure.”

Much like Ring Pops and disposable razors, memories deteriorate with use. It’s science. According to a study by Northwestern University, every time we access a memory we tamper with it, editing the past with our feelings in the present. Or to put it like this: the only way to preserve our most precious memories is to forget them. Sometimes I worry that I’ve revisited my first weeks at Cambridge so often that the real story is too damaged to tell with accuracy—that something about the star-struck, devastated, bewildered way I felt when I arrived has been permanently paved over. I know now, for example, that Oscar and I will end up dating. We will spend Valentine’s Day in Paris and weekends at castles and untold hours of our lives watching movies on laptops. Cambridge will not always be a beautiful but hellish maze. I will, eventually, learn the street names; the college names; where to buy falafel at 3 AM (Gardies). I will even become friends with Josh after many upbeat and infrequent lunches in Manhattan. Once—and only once—Josh will say the name Oscar by mistake. “George,” I will correct him quickly. “The royal baby’s name is George.” But in the moment that this photo happened I couldn’t have imagined what was to come. And in fact, at this moment now, it’s hard for me to imagine how this photo felt. During the past week I’ve asked so many friends (spoiler alert: I make friends) what Cambridge was like at first and they all say it was a whirlwind. They cite Bambi-like awe. And sure, I get it. But when I look at this photo I see a staged kind of fun. Where is my jacket? Did I throw it out of frame, but keep the champagne? Why am I looking off into the distance? I had definitely asked for this photo to be taken. What I’m trying to say is that wonder can often run parallel to loneliness. And while the emotional sum of my first weeks at Cambridge would eventually add up to happiness, this photo was probably not the extraordinary moment it looks like. Sneaking past the porters wasn’t actually that hard. Conversation that afternoon with Oscar lulled. Things were real. And they would only get surreal-er. To Be Continued… #adventuregrams

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And Calloway likes the castles. A lot. “But here’s the crazy thing about Cambridge. There’s not just one castle,” she writes. “There’s not even ten castles. Cambridge is a city of castles.”

Oscar’s note was kind but to the point: “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up, but I have polo practice at 13:00. Would you like to come to John’s formal tonight? Text me. O” John? I thought. Who the hell is John? But I got out of bed anyways and began rifling through my half-packed suitcases for a charger—I didn’t have to check my phone it to know it would be dead. Like winning an Olympic gold medal or owning a lock of James Franco’s hair, listening to Harry Potter audiobooks on repeat all night has a price. And that price is determination. Dedication, Sometimes bitcoin. I dumped the contents of two carry-ons next to my open suitcases and studied the floor. Although I had had over an hour to unpack yesterday between lunch and Oscar’s knock, I had focused on making my dorm-room feel like home rather than actually moving in. Which meant that instead of putting socks away in drawers, I had spent the hour tacking up vintage maps of Greenwich Village, photos of Washington Square Park in the snow, bunting made from mini-British flags. From the waist up my room looked like a cheerful teenage sit-com set, the bedroom of a girl from New York very obviously abroad. From the waist down it looked like the murder scene of a mime. At some point over the summer I had also decided sort of inexplicably that Cambridge students dress like mournful 18th century school-children and had packed only my most boring, most monochrome clothes. I found my charger under a black turtleneck and a multi-volume biography about Cézanne. However, it turned out that I still had neither UK adapter nor cell service. Yesterday had been so skewed by break-up-related anxieties I hadn’t even given much thought to my Precious I mean iPhone. But today I felt much clearer, lighter, eager to check Instagram. I threw on a black turtleneck, black boots, and my mini-skirt from yesterday and set off into town. To Be Continued @din_fru #adventuregrams PS – Meanwhile IRL Oscar and I are at his house in Sweden, meeting the fam. So if you like hearing the story of how we met last fall on Instagram, check out my Facebook page! I post new photos every day! Link is in my bio 👘🐘🍧🎉

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She also loves the fine dining and the zillion pieces of cutlery she’s apparently still figuring out how to use.

I say it all the time about appetizers and only appetizers—it’s not the size that counts. It’s the way they’re served in wizardly castles. But before we get any deeper into the oblique Harry Potter references, I feel obligated clarify Cambridge University isn’t Hogwarts. There’s no House Cup, for example, and the university has many more than one Hall and only a few of them Great. Also I’m a lot smarter and better at magic than Hermione, so as you can see the comparison has its flaws. But when the gong rung out and a hundred black-robed students got to their feet, Oscar whispered, “Look at the High Table,” and I half-expected him to point out our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher or to make an observation like “McGonagall’s missing,” which would later be a clue. However, part of growing up is learning that not all school years can have the narrative arch of The Half-Blood Prince. And so while a student read grace in Latin, a group of professors processed solemnly in and sat down at a table surrounded by oil paintings in large gilt frames. Grace ended and we sat down. With military precision, a fleet of waiters in tuxedo-like uniforms swept into the Great Hall and began serving appetizers and white wine because, YES. Fellow Americans, you heard that right: In England, colleges don’t get you in trouble for drinking, THEY PROVIDE THE BOOZE. And not just any old Natty Light, as the menus scattered around the table explained. This was a vintage Pinot Grigio selected by the chef to complement the sweetness of the pickled peaches in tonight’s goat cheese salad as well as the tartness of the homemade raspberry compote—one of three courses being served tonight, each with its own pairing of wine. As I stared at the three forks, two knives, and one spoon in front of me, I leaned over to Oscar and asked, “Is dinner in the cafeteria always like this?” He grinned. “Welcome to Cambridge, Miss Calloway." It wasn't Hogwarts, but it would do. To Be Continued @din_fru #adventuregrams PS – If you like reading my stories about last fall on Instagram, then get ready for what’s happening in real time on Facebook! Link is in my Insta bio, loved ones 🎈

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And the halls where that food and wine (yes, wine, as an American she’s thrilled to find out her college actually provides alcohol to students) is served, as well as much of the rest of Cambridge, have her constantly making Harry Potter analogies. To be fair, they do have to wear robes, and there’s an admittedly photoshopped picture of her best friend who kind of looks like a member of the Weasley family.

Of all that Harry, Hermione, and—let’s be real, Ron—Hedwig has done for me, one of the most important was that seeing Oscar in black robes made an effective distraction. “Ohmygod.” I said sitting up bed, mascara-stained Kleenexes fluttering to the floor. I shut my laptop that had been mournful acoustic music on loop. “You’re Draco.” Now before I tell you how Oscar responded: a quick confession. Of the gazillion boys I’ve dated (fine, three), none has ever read Harry Potter. Which is a problem only ALWAYS, but that’s love, you guys. It makes you dizzy, short-of-breath, tired… No, wait. That’s asthma. Love makes you blind. Like a giant torture device that gauges out both your—nope, nope. That’s not it. Love IS blind. Blind like Aragog. (Google it, ex-boyfriends.) The point is that we must neither hold it against Oscar that he replied to my Draco comment with, “I’m Oscar,” nor that he understood my emotional 180 not at all. Without even acknowledging his concerned glances towards my vase full of red wine, I leapt out of bed saying, “Ten minutes and I’ll be ready.” “Lovely,” he replied, snapping his gaze up from the floor. “Do you need to borrow robes or— ” I pointed to the Ryder and Amies bag in the corner.“Black Undergraduate Robes? Check. AWWW YEA, CAMBRIDGE.” Oscar responded to the gang signs I threw at him with a curt bow and said, “Right then. Meet you outside in ten, Miss Calloway. As we walked through castles (!) into something called The Great Hall (!!) and sat down at a long table crowded with more students in black robes (!!!), Oscar slid a piece of crumpled paper into my hands. “Hold on to this. It’s your ticket for tonight.” It was also as close to a letter from Hogwarts as I would ever get and perhaps the only thing the books could never give me. Suddenly a gong rung out and everyone stoop up. To Be Continued @din_fru #adventuregrams PS – If you like reading my stories about last fall on Instagram, then come join the Facebook party! I'm talking vodka shots. Sing-alongs. Swedish Harvard. (Facebook friends you know what I'm talking about😉) Link is in my bio, loved ones🐒🌸🎉

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My own mother once said it’s a miracle I wasn’t lured into a paneled van as a child and, quite frankly, I agree. The only thing I love more than free candy is talking to strangers and I’ve never been good at playing hard to get. Not with boys. Not with kidnappers. Not even when it comes to playing tag. But my golden-retriever friendliness was extra apparent the afternoon I met my future best friend, Maria. But now I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start where we left off, surrounded by Cambridge University’s most beautiful people, all of whom clearly belonged in Lecture Room 2 but me. As I tried to stay a mini anxiety attack by taking notes, Professor Massing paced merrily behind the lectern, offering advice that seemed as applicable to Art History as cattle ranching in Texas or how not to survive a tsunami. “Never be afraid to get closer.” “Take zee time to question your instincts.” “I recommend zat first you become fluent een Spanish.” I wrote down everything, complete with his quirky pan-European accent. But savvy Instagram blogger that I am, what I didn’t record with either or pictures or notes was when Professor Massing excused us for lunch and Maria and I found ourselves shuffling side by side to the door and walking into town. However I’ve photo-shopped a dramatic reenactment that turned out, in a way, even more accurate than what happened. Of course IRL we weren’t in ball gowns, but my facial expression and weird grip on Maria’s neck is spot-on in terms of what I restrained myself from doing at the time. Had there been a camera, 100% chance I would’ve looked into like so and announced my intentions like a villain: Maria and I WILL be best friends. Instead I said this to Maria, who laughed. “Let’s,” she said in her proper British accent. “Let’s be best friends.” It was one of the luckiest things that would happen during my first year Cambridge and not just because Maria didn’t own a paneled van. To Be Continued @mariacreech #adventuregrams PS – If you like reading my stories about last fall in Cambridge, check out what's happening today in real time on Facebook! Link is in my Insta bio, loved ones! 🎨🐘🎈

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And some of her photos can’t be called anything but magical.

The phrase ‘long story short’—much like super powers and kazoos—is difficult to use responsibly. For example: “Well, Sue and I had breakfast on the patio, went to yoga, and long story short I am no longer welcome in Mexico.” And so as I fast-forward our story from dinner-time to the next morning I’ll try not to narrate too jerkily, although the speed of the story isn’t entirely up to me. You see, there’s a gap in my iPhotos Library that lasts from when the appetizers were served till when I woke up at the crack of 10 AM and is, coincidentally, exactly the size of the hole in my heart. Or as I explained to the waiter who confiscated my iPhone in the Great Hall, no amount of pictures from the Internet will ever bring back the memories I could’ve grammed. But apparently taking photos at formal dinners is “against Cambridge rules” and the waiter had already asked me to stop “four times.” And so the full account of my second non-date with Oscar will have to wait for my book. Which no one has agreed to publish yet, but optimism. By the time dinner was over I was drunk. Not Jersey-Shore-bad-decisions drunk, but on a scale of 1 to actual baby-like wonder, I was a solid “Is it just me or are trees, like, better in England?” I also asked Oscar a lot of the questions that I had felt like too much of a fresher to bring up earlier and got some much needed answers regarding when to wear robes (dinners, ceremonies, never to class) and a crash course on Cambridge slang (“John’s formal” = formal dinner at the college called St John’s). It was these sort of practical night-before-the-first-day-of-school things that we talked about as we wound our way back through dark castles and even darker gardens to our dorm. And as we stepped into the elevator I was lost in thought about what Oscar had just said about checking out library books, so you can imagine how surprised I was, long story short, when he leaned in to kiss me. To Be Continued @din_fru #adventuregrams PS – If you like reading about last fall on Instagram, come see what Oscar and I are up to nowadays on Facebook! Link is in my Insta-bio, loved ones👊🌟✨

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Before I say what I’m going to say next, it’s important to remember that on that autumn afternoon with Oscar and the weeping willow, I was still very much in love with Josh. And so when Oscar said, “And that’s where I kissed this American girl…” I didn’t fire back with a flirty quip or laugh it off with the non-deranged human-laughter I reserve for just such occasions. Instead I stopped in the middle of the beautiful, stone, willow-ringed bridge and said flatly, “Oscar. I just broke up with my boyfriend.” He was unphased. “Miss Calloway, if you wanted me to know you were single—” “No,” I said more urgently. “You don’t understand. We, like, JUST broke up. Like, ten hours ago.” For a moment we were both silent. Oscar leaned forward on his elbows against the bridge and looked out at the river and the other bridges beyond. Without turning his head he said simply, slowly, “I’m sorry.” I sighed and leaned against the bridge as well, careful to leave a space between his shoulder and mine. “I still really love him, you know. Josh. After Cambridge I’m going to move back to New York and we’ll be together again, forever.” A group of students in black robes walked by talking animatedly about a professor in a variety of accents. Once it was quiet again Oscar rolled towards me so that his back was facing the river and our shoulders were touching. I stared straight ahead. “Those plans never work,” he said matter-of-factly. “But… I hope for your sake that you get what you want.” “Thank you.” I said primly. “And what I want is Josh.” “Aha!” He cried suddenly, striding away from the bridge with renewed confidence. “That’s what you THINK you want! But you don’t know anything about me yet.” He flashed a smile over his shoulder and gestured towards the riverbank. “Come. Sit. Let’s see how quickly I can change your mind.” To Be Continued @din_fru #adventuregrams PS – Meanwhile IRL… Oscar is building his little sister a raft today! The photos are all on my Facebook page! Link is in my bio, you know the drill 🐘🍍☎️

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Calloway is now writing a book about the life of Cambridge students, the Cambridge News reports, and plans to release a collection of essays (with pictures, of course) in 2016.

In the meantime, check out her amazing fairytale life on her Instagram page.

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Watch a Passover-Themed A Cappella Parody of ‘Uptown Funk’

It's pitch perfect

Grab the popcorn — or matzo! On Wednesday, Jewish a cappella group Six13 debuted its Passover-themed parody of “Uptown Funk,” the hit Mark Ronson song featuring Bruno Mars, exclusively on Time.com.

Sample lyrics:

This is that age old
Passover tale that’s retold
This is what we listen to
While eatin’ through those matzah pieces
Climbin’, tilin’
Buildin’ Egyptian cities
We worked hard and prayed to G-d
And He freed us all, so get ready
It’s Pesach! (Oh man)
There was a burning bush on fire, man
It’s Pesach! (Big fans)
Cause the Pharaoh drew God’s ire, man
It’s Pesach! (Change pans)
So he took us out of Mitz-ra-yim
It’s Pesach! (Let’s scram)
So it’s bad if you have chametz (Clean it up)
Kids, singin ma nishtana (3x)
Cause Uptown Passover’s comin’ to ya (3x)
Seder tonight and we saved you a spot
Don’t be slavin’, just nosh (6x)

Six13 is the same group behind the viral Hanukkah parody of Taylor Swift’s “Shake It Off.”

The spoof is so catchy that you will probably get the lyrics stuck in your head and sing them all through Passover, which begins the evening of April 3 and ends the evening of April 11.

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No, Emma Watson Is Not Going to Penn for Graduate School

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Seems like a prank Fred and George Weasley would have pulled

The Daily Pennsylvanian, the University of Pennsylvania’s student newspaper, has fooled Harry Potter fans with a joke article announcing that actress Emma Watson (who plays Hermione in the hit film series) will study English at Penn’s graduate school.

The newspaper publishes an annual joke issue in the weeks leading up to April Fools’ Day.

Jane Austen fans and students in the English department knew the story was too good to be true when the article quoted an English professor named “Catherine Bennet,” while true Brits and Anglophiles raised their eyebrows at the name “Kingsley Pennyton.”


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Someone Spent 4 Years Creating This Anime-Style Tribute to a Star Wars Video Game

The short film is an homage to 1994's Star Wars: TIE Fighter

The Star Wars universe keeps growing, but one fan with a lot of time on his hands has been fixated by one of its lesser-known properties: the 1994 computer game Star Wars: TIE Fighter.

“What if there was an Empire-focussed short Star Wars animation, drawn with the crazy detail and shading of classic ’80s anime that’s all but vanished from Japan nowadays?” asked Paul “OtaKing” Johnson on his YouTube channel.

Well, Johnson spent his weekends for the past four years making that hypothetical a reality, and the resulting seven-minute, incredibly detailed short film has absolutely delighted the geekiest corners of the Internet.

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