I'm in a very... susceptible mood right now. If something good happens It'll make me happier than it usually would, but if something bad happens I'll be in a bad mood for hours.
It was used to somewhat chilling (pun totally intended) effect in A Super Mario Bros. X Thing.
This is your daily reminder to play 999.
Considering I only spent like twenty days in total playing those games it's really weird how much I'm obsessing over them.
Hey, better than drowning into Call of Duty for six months!
(I have not experienced this; however, I am very familiar with the phenomenon thanks to my folks. Half of the family's suffering from it, it's like a plague.)
I mean, people can only take so much of "O thy dark lord, take my soul for however you so choose!" over and over. It's almost as bad as "Its a small world".
One of the right-wing front groups is running a smear ad about the Humane Society of the US, and now I'm trying to find information on humanely-slaughtered meat that isn't a defeatist "There's no such thing, so fuck it, go vegan" tract.
The most humane method of cow-slaughter, iirc, is to slice the throat. The usual method (which is akin to a gunshot or a hammer to the head) triggers stress chemicals which leak into the meat. Or something.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
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<br/>I have been summoned.
I should probably stop listening to that song.
This is your daily reminder to play 999.
Considering I only spent like twenty days in total playing those games it's really weird how much I'm obsessing over them.
(I have not experienced this; however, I am very familiar with the phenomenon thanks to my folks. Half of the family's suffering from it, it's like a plague.)
Send help.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
god I sure hope you are dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
You also like to live dangerously.
I'm still proudest of this
I'm still proudest of this
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead