#not good!

[asharaks]

not to sound like a redditor but this game having incredibly laboured and poorly integrated gender politics while perpetuating the series' unbelievable racism is. woof

[no-sharks-on-the-sun]

had a haunting moment of self-reflection today when i wanted to show some friends a funny post and had to scroll through a bunch of huge walls of text of me arguing about AI

[gingeraleconsumer]

As someone who once had bees HEY.. MEURSAULT WHY DO YOU GET A STATUS CALLED LOYALTY PHEREMONE

[postmodernau]

ninety percent humidity

[talesfromthecrypts]

Sorry to burden you with this but I feel like you'll understand. My friends are going to (metaphorically, with love) kill me with hammers if I don't see Obsession soon but... I don't wannnnaaaa, man like I get it, and I'm sure the actress is great, and I'm delighted that its been smashing the box office flat. But. Fundamentally. I do not want to.

I very much get it. In fact I get it for this very movie. I did not think the trailer looked good. Everything about it feels very not interesting to me. Sometimes things are so viscerally not for you even if you like the genre or the people or whatever it is. And if you force it you won’t like the movie anyway so it’s better to wait.

I’ve seen movies I really didn’t want to cause my friends dragged me but it was always a group activity. I am not going to the theater alone unless I want to see that movie!

It will be on digital soon friend hold the line.

[muffuletadiver]

I’m going to change the ram on my computer tomorrow wish me luck. also from the time I bought my new ram, the price has gone up $70

[th1si2nitr4t3]

What My Eyes Saw

This is a second-generation short story by Guts & Blackpowder. There may be historical errors and so on. Please forgive me! This article features several soldiers from the 95th Regiment whom I created and who are not described in detail in the original work. I will briefly introduce them. You can compare them with the characters in the article. At the same time, my English is very poor. I used a translator for this piece. Hopefully, there won‘t be too many mistakes. I‘ll put the original text at the back of the translated version, so you can read it by comparison. Written at 4:50 a.m., And did no one think sharpshooter looked like a beagle at ??

Harvey Uriah Bunov Russian-British, former musician, current sapper, flaxen short hair, gray eyes, tall, freckled

James Bernardo An Englishman, an officer, with short brown hair, amber eyes, a benevolent yet dignified person, I also think he deserves respect :)

Jackson Fernández Spanish, military doctor, black curly hair, black eyes, the youngest and most humorous person

Ulysses Heathcliff English, (this is the name I gave to sharpshooter) medium-long brown hair, also with brown eyes, to be honest, I don‘t think he is tall

Havery Uriah Bunov My name. I sat on the bench, day after day, I was a feather on the robin‘s wing, but it didn‘t matter, it could still fly without me. Of course, I shouldn‘t have been left behind. He walked over. His brown hair was much shorter than I remembered. He was the one who took me away from here to go to hell to atone for my sins. Reaching for my heart, his hand. Regardless of the outcome, I‘ve gained a friendship I shouldn’t have. I was born with sin, he was the sinner of tomorrow, he was that snake, I was that fruit. He also had moments when he wasn‘t a sinner, pure, but I wasn‘t. I came here only to escape. I couldn‘t hide my sin until the end, I looked like him, she suffered the punishment she didn‘t deserve, but I was bleeding his blood, had an appearance similar to that person, and stood there. —Shouldn‘t I be ashamed of this? —Don‘t think about it, go to sleep. That‘s how he answered me, pulling the covers over my head and turning away with a chuckle before I could make a sound. The brief happiness numbed me, and I enjoyed it. His hair had grown much longer than before, so I asked Jackson for some strips of cloth, tore them very thin, and finally managed to tie it up. To be honest, there wasn‘t much difference.

Dead.

I listened to the wails coming from there, he shouldn‘t have died so miserably, James Bernardo. He was such a kind officer, such a brave soldier, he didn‘t deserve to suffer this. But I was unmoved, just as he had hit her, I didn‘t dare. James was hanged there, I watched, he was finally freed, I secretly bit my finger, and wrote on that board the words worthy soldier, hoping he wouldn‘t look back. I still followed him. I rescued a soldier from another regiment, apparently also an officer, who joined our ranks as a prisoner. He was so loyal and humble that Jackson‘s jokes were less frequent, but he still didn‘t waver. I sat down next to him, struck a match, lit the cigarette and lit the fire. After taking a small puff, he reached out and snatched the cigarette from my mouth as usual. My throat couldn‘t make the usual words that would cause laughter, and I believe we don’t need such words now. I sat up, leaving him to keep watch alone. Jackson was already asleep. My usual habit still woke me up in the middle of the night. I shouted something, but now I can‘t remember clearly. There was no response. He really should get a good night‘s sleep. I once thought of finishing him off right then. What a perfect timing, but unfortunately I couldn‘t do it. He was dead, but they still had the same appearance. Every second that passes, the one you were in the last second will die, replaced by the one you are born in the next second, but no matter what, they look almost the same. What was I saying? The guitar string broke, please wait for me a moment. Numbly, like a factory worker, I change bullets, change bullets, change bullets. I try not to listen to those soldiers‘ wails. Damn it, why can‘t he just shots their heads and let them quickly escape their pain? A madman stood there, he looked like my former friend, flowing the exact same blood as him. Because of this ridiculous reason, I didn‘t dare kill him. Sure enough, someone escaped. He destroyed the boards I nailed there. Although I knew they would always break, I never thought it would happen so quickly. Those guys rushed over. I hoped he was ready to die. Out of selfishness, I didn‘t want him to die in pain. Reaching for my heart, whose hand? I swung the axe at them with all my strength. I should have killed him to end it all, because I knew that the loyal prisoner would have saved him. Too late I only saw two bodies leaning against each other. They had committed suicide. The skin of the former was slightly bluish. It seemed that he had been killed before being infected. As for whether he had committed suicide or been killed, it was completely unimportant to me. I crouched down and took another look at his face. Now I could only call it red jelly. That gun was too powerful. I had said it wasn‘t suitable for suicide. I took off my gloves and Stroking that hand again.It‘s already starting to get cold. I hoped that before dying, he had realized how fragile the lie he had used to deceive himself was. To be or not to be, this is a question. Of course, you can see me now, so you know which answer I chose. I‘m finished, but now, please allow me to beg you, raise that musket and kill me. My loyalty has long been given to that demon, and now I look forward to living there.

哈维·乌利亚·勃那夫

我的名字。

我坐在长椅上，日复一日，我是知更鸟翅膀上的羽毛，但是没关系，没了我的它依旧能够飞翔。当然，我本不应该被落下的。 走了过来，比印象中短的多的棕发，是他带我离开这里走向地狱赎罪的。

伸向我的心，他的手。

不论结果如何，我都获得了我本不应该拥有的友谊。 我生来就有罪，他是后天的罪人，他是那条蛇，我是那颗果子。他也有过不是罪人的，纯粹的时候，但我没有。我来这里只是为了逃避。我直到最后都隐瞒不了的罪，我长得像他，她承受了她不该承受的惩罚，我却流着他的血，有着和那人相似的外表，站在那里。

——我不该以此为耻吗？

——别想了，睡吧。

他是这么回答我的，他把被子拉到我头顶，在我出声前就扭过身偷笑了。 短暂的快乐麻痹了我，我很享受。他头发比以前长了不少，我就从杰克逊那要来了一点布条，撕的很细，总算是能扎起来了。说实话，和以前差别不大。

死去了。

我聆听着那里传来的哀嚎，他本不该死的这么惨，詹姆士·勃尔那多。他是那样一个仁慈的军官，勇敢的士兵，他不该遭受这些。可我无动于衷，像他打她一样，我不敢。

詹姆士被吊死在那，我看着，他终于解脱了，我偷偷咬破手指，在那块板子上写下值得尊敬的士兵这几个词，希望他没有回头。

我仍然跟随着他，我救下了一个别的团的士兵，看样子同样是个军官，他加入了我们的队伍，以俘虏的身份，是那样的忠诚且卑微，杰克逊的玩笑话少了点，但仍然没有动摇。

我坐在他旁边，划开火柴，点了烟也生了火。稍微吸了一小口，他像往常那样伸出手夺取了我口中的香烟，我的喉咙没法像往常那样发出能引起笑声的话语了，我相信现在我们也不需要诸如此类的话。我坐起来，留他一人去守夜好了，杰克逊已经睡了。

平日的习惯还是让我在半夜醒了过来，我喊了点什么，现在已经记不清了。 没有回应，他确实该好好睡一觉了。我曾想在这时了结了他。多么完美的时机，可惜我下不去手，他死了，但他们仍有一样的面貌。每秒过去，上一秒的你都会死去，取而代之的是下一秒的你诞生，但是无论如何他们长得都差不多。

我在说什么？吉他弦断了，请稍等我一下。

我麻木地，像工厂里的工人那样，换弹，换弹，换弹。我试着不去听那些士兵的哀嚎。该死的，为什么就不能直接打破他们的脑袋，让他们快速的脱离痛苦呢？

一个疯子站在那，他长得像我之前的朋友，流着和他完全相同的血液。因为这个可笑的理由，我不敢杀他。

果不其然，有人逃走了，他拆毁了我钉在那处的板子，虽然我知道他们总会断裂的，但从没想到会这么快。那些家伙冲了过来，但愿他已经做好了死去的准备，出于私心，我不想让他痛苦地死去。

伸向我的心脏，谁的手？

我用尽力气把斧子挥向它们，我应该杀了他结束这一切，因为我知道，那名忠诚的俘虏会把他救下来的。

太晚了

我只看到了两具靠在一块的尸体，他们自杀了，前者的皮肤微微发青，看样子是在被感染前被杀的，至于是自杀还是他杀，这对我完全不重要。我蹲下身，再看了一眼他的脸，现在只能称其为红色的果冻了，那把枪威力太大，我说过它不适合自杀的。我脱下手套，又摸了摸那只开始发冷的手，我希望临死前他意识到了自己用来欺骗自己的谎言是多么不堪一击。 用一句话来说吧，生存还是灭亡？这是一个问题

当然，你们现在能看见我，就知道我选择了哪一个答案。 我说完了，不过现在，请容许我祈求您，举起那滑膛枪，杀死我吧。我的忠诚早就献给了那个恶魔，现在我有点期待在那里的生活了。