breaking hearts has never looked so cool, as when you wrap your car around a tree
to my favorite liar, to my favorite scar: "I could have died with you"
DEATH IS IMMINENT
no updates on this, but you can join us over at https://matrix.cybre.space/#/room/#meta:cybre.space to weather out the outage
cybre.space is down 😱
is cybre alright
facebook memory from 7 years ago (bullshit) Afficher plus
I never thought I'd have to punch an old guy. Who wants to hear a story?
I was riding my bike at Butler Plaza. There was a lot of traffic, so I was riding on the sidewalk. I passed by a crazy old guy, who, as I passed by, said “Get that damn thing off the sidewalk.” Without looking back, I muttered “Fuck you, dude.” My peripheral vision caught sight of him, so I knew at least he wasn’t a Wal-Mart employee.
I kept riding.
Later on, after heading in to Wal-mart and buying some soda, I passed by him again on my way to the theater. Same place. This time, he yelled (very loudly) “I told you to get that damn thing off the sidewalk!” I was halfway through saying “What the fuck is-” when he grabbed me. He grabbed my backpack, which made me swerve, and made my handlebars swing backwards. I fell of sideways and caught myself with my hands, which knocked a few studs off of my bracelet. At first I thought I had accidentally snagged a hook, until I saw his angry face standing over me.
I really don’t know how long the fight lasted. I wasn’t going to fight him, until he tried grabbing my bike, probably to “get it off the damn sidewalk.” I punched him in the jaw as he lunged for it, which knocked him back. After that, I just tried to keep him away. He tried punching me a few times, but I just grabbed his arm and pushed him back. It only lasted maybe 30 seconds, before an employee came out and pulled him away. “What’s the problem?” He asked. It was evident he didn’t feel like reporting an incident, or even coming outside. “This damn kid was riding his bike on the sidewalk! But I took care of it.” The old man slurred his speech. Probably drunk, or senile, or both.
The man turned his head to me, trying to hold back laughter. “I was riding my bike and he pulled me off and tried taking it.” The man turned his head back to the older gentleman. “Sir, there is no rule against riding bikes on the sidewalk.” “Listen,” I said, “I don’t wanna press charges or anything like that. Just keep this crazy idiot away from me… I have a movie to catch.”
The old man’s face was red, and his fist curled tightly. He lunged at me, but the employee quickly restrained him. While he was dragging the old man away, I gathered up my bike and rode the fuck out of there.
Crazy old people.
cyberpunk quote Afficher plus
"The personal, as everyone’s so fucking fond of saying, is political. So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, take it personally. Get angry. The Machinery of Justice will not serve you here – it is slow and cold, and it is theirs, hardware and soft-. Only the little people suffer at the hands of Justice; the creatures of power slide from under it with a wink and a grin. If you want justice, you will have to claw it from them. Make it personal. Do as much damage as you can. Get your message across. That way, you stand a better chance of being taken seriously next time. Of being considered dangerous. And make no mistake about this: being taken seriously, being considered dangerous marks the difference - the only difference in their eyes - between players and little people. Players they will make deals with. Little people they liquidate. And time and again they cream your liquidation, your displacement, your torture and brutal execution with the ultimate insult that it’s just business, it’s politics, it’s the way of the world, it’s a tough life and that it’s nothing personal. Well, fuck them. Make it personal."
-Richard K. Morgan
What we are seeing in Gielinor today is a massive level of income inequality, on the richest planet in the Elder Gods' universe. Not many people know we are the richest planet, because the top 1/10th of 1% of Gielinorians own as much wealth as the bottom 90%. The middle class of Gielinor is disappearing, the very rich are getting even richer, and the poor are quitting the game by the hundreds. What we need is a Runescapian revolution, where millions of players stand up and say "Enough is enough! We're going to create a Runescape economy that works for ALL of us, not just a handful of billionaires."
meanwhile, on reddit...
Let’s recap some of the plots of the previous Halo games in broad strokes, shall we?
Halo CE: You stumble upon an ancient Forerunner installation and conclude the game by blowing it up.
Halo 3: You stumble upon two Forerunner installations, one of them a replacement for the one you blew up in the first game, and conclude the game by blowing it up again.
Wars: You stumble upon not one, not two, but three Forerunner settings across three worlds and progress through the story by blowing each of them up – concluding the game by blowing up the Shield World with its own sun.
Reach: You stumble upon a crashed Forerunner ship underground, it holds knowledge – “a game-changer, on the level of the conical bullet in the nineteenth century, or faster-than-light travel in the twenty-third”. What is this knowledge? Why are you even asking? Get on that Pelican right now because we’re blowing it up!
See a bit of a pattern there?
"“We couldn’t figure out how the story ended. Room full of smart people, all with storytelling skills and the resumes to prove it, and we could not tie a bow on this story in the outline stage.
Then Frank O’Connor says, ‘Maybe Jul just drives Requiem into the sun.’
And we all laughed, because that was so wonderfully absurd. A half hour later we still didn’t have an idea of how the Requiem adventure ended. Eventually we let Jul drive Requiem into the sun because, come on. That’s pretty awesome, throwing planets into suns.”
story (past), food Afficher plus
I had this friend in the 8th grade named Tevin
like Kevin with a T
he was the only person I knew who had an even stricter mother than me
she once called my mom up shouting because he came over and I took him to a a nearby park
anyways, one time his mom and picked both of us up
there was fried chicken in the front seat
I forget exactly how the conversation went
she asked me if I wanted some, and I said "no thanks we ate earlier"
he said "I'm good" awkwardly and she shoved the box at him and said "TEVIN WANTS SOME, TEVIN HAAUUUUUUUUUUNGRAAAAYYYYY
not in a joking way
but it did become an inside joke