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
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
Would it be in poor taste to have an MUTCD-standard "DEAD END" sign engraved on my tombstone?
Well, I've finally made the mistake that would end my career. I had an idea for an offensive that was deemed too volatile at the last moment. Civilian casualties, they told me. And dutifully, I reversed all the mobilized forces.
And then...this idiot in charge of the 33rd Squad decides to go on ahead! And everyone followed him.
They'll be here to court-martial me by tomorrow. But I'll be long gone by then.
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Is it possible to be just somewhat gender dysphoric? I've suspected myself of that many times over the course of my being alive.
ninja'd by someone who said "weird" instead of "abstruse"
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Only 10 seconds late. Not reprehensible.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Abort mission! Fall back! Pull a Stalingrad and burn that fool!
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Well, I've finally made the mistake that would end my career. I had an idea for an offensive that was deemed too volatile at the last moment. Civilian casualties, they told me. And dutifully, I reversed all the mobilized forces.
And then...this idiot in charge of the 33rd Squad decides to go on ahead! And everyone followed him.
They'll be here to court-martial me by tomorrow. But I'll be long gone by then.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead