We need a browser extension that will add or remove a random number of dummy browser extensions per session to further obfuscate the fingerprinting

No kidding, this cat looks like it could bench press a German Shepherd

Psychedelics are just kind of like that sometimes

Mushrooms can tell you if they want to, very firmly, that it’s time to hang up the phone

Literally a 5 second google about “how do I get rid of ads on my smart TV” would present you half a dozen options.

I have little sympathy for people who never even try to seek any solution to their problems.

I’ll just continue to airdash into BT and get slapped out of it repeatedly, it’s all good

I actually didn’t even use WA that much because I like to keep my meters up for emergencies. That half bar of burst is the difference between life and death sometimes, especially on a heavy.

Can no longer RC out of a whiffed super, my entire Goldlewis game plan is cooked 💀

I’ll see you lads back in silver rank lmao

Ultrakill has become a trans meme for some reason I can’t identify and is no question my favorite shooter I’ve ever played, ever, and it’s not close

So I recommend checking that out I guess

If they were smart, sure. But Disney can’t just leave shit alone, they aren’t capable.

My first name is a random set of numbers and letters and other alphanumerics that changes hourly forever

My last name, a thousand vowels fading down a sinkhole to a sussurus, couldn’t just be John Doe or Bingo

My address, a made up language written out in living glyphs, lifted from demonic literature and religious text

Telephone uncovered by purveyors of the Ouija, then checked against the CBGB women’s room graffiti

My social, a sudoku

My age is obscure

My ‘in-case-of-emergency’ is in the daisies chasing birds

Employed by trillionaires with perfect teeth and pores, and people who open doors for the people who open doors

My medical history is a course at SUNY Buffalo

Charlatan psychiatry and troubleshooting undertow

Nervous in the service still,

I’m burger meat and purple pills

“Here, thank you. We’ll call your name.”

Sure you will

• Aesop Rock, “Shrunk”

Fuck me, even the magical creatures are gaming the metrics now? We truly are in the end times

HORUS is by a long shot my favorite LANCER manufacturer. In a world of mega-corporations and mercenaries, I like to throw my lot in with the anarchist collective that likes to play with space ghosts.

But yeah, definitely. It barely matters. As an engineer of some renown once said,

"For instance, how am I gonna stop some big mean Mother-Hubbard from tearin’ me a structurally superfluous new behind?

The answer? Use a gun.

And if that don’t work, use more gun."

And there isn’t a lot of “more gun” you can do than staring down the many, many barrels of a Raleigh or Monarch unit.

I fucking love LANCER. In most settings, you get your hands on a literal infohazard and most people would (quite rightly) probably try to keep that under wraps. Oh, we’ve discovered an AI that wrote itself, that can invert its cameras and blast you with a holy fractal pattern that will permanently blind organics and can straight up kill you right through the cockpit of your mech without any physical damage. In a sane world we park this thing in cold storage and hope nobody finds it for the next millennium.

In LANCER? HORUS got their hands on this, and their response was “overclock it, and point it that direction”, and the result is the Gorgon, one of the most dangerous and badass ‘support’ units in the setting. AI copilot programs have to put a big fuckin’ censor bar over Gorgon units in the field, so their pilot doesn’t just straight up die by catching it in their peripheral vision. An extruded Basilisk unit on a Gorgon can stop a pilot dead in their tracks with a full mental stun even through the NHP-filtering censor, it just shuts your entire brain down. The Basilisk pattern is akin to looking God right in the eyes, it’ll burn out your neurons if unprotected and it’ll turn you into a drooling mess for a minute or two even when suitably protected.

And this is a defensive unit!

Don’t you know switching to your sidearm is always faster than reloading?

We call this the New York Reload and strapping down with like six pistols is a legitimate tactic.

This requires a level of pre-planning that I am only sometimes capable of.

Lucky.

I played a goolock a few years ago, when he finally got the proper attention of his patron, he, uh… delaminated. His patron briefly turned off the strong/weak nuclear forces holding his component atoms together.

Loras started that morning as a human man and ended that night as a pile of loose protons. Rough way to go, as they say.

For me at least, being grounded was the preferable alternative to having my ass beaten physically off my body with the nearest leather belt or wooden implement. I can serve my time and be free afterward, or I can make things worse for everyone involved, and still be grounded but also be physically harmed while I’m grounded.

Was this good and right? Hell if I know, man. It feels like a fundamental disrespect of someone’s human rights, but also, I was ten, and it succeeded in teaching me to be less of an incorrigible little fucker.

Sure. This comment thread is about class mobility in the West though.

But, fact is, it seems it’s the same everywhere.

Throughout pretty much all of human history it’s been apparent that the “nobles” class has been, at best, more trouble than they’re worth; and at worst, the instigating spark that creates a nation-destroying blaze.

It should come as no surprise to anyone who has read a history book that the American nobleman is equally as useless and destructive as his counterpart anywhere else.