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I look at this guy and go “well he’s just going to cast spells huh”
“just” going to waddle up into my heart

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@youfoundmori
There is nothing that embodies all my favorite things in a character design more than
I look at this guy and go “well he’s just going to cast spells huh”
“just” going to waddle up into my heart
I get that its a twitter/tumblr post but a friend sent it to me and it was hilarious
Exploring abandoned buildings
Bring a flashlight.
Bring an extra flashlight.
Walk the perimeter. Locate all possible exits.
Do not be deterred by barbed-wire, high walls, and locked doors. But be on the lookout for holes and tunnels leading to the building.
Wear a mask, gloves, and ideally, a complete protection suit.
Test your steps.
Have a fully charged cellphone with you in case you get trapped.
If the water is still working, leave immediately.
Never shut the doors behind you.
The old man sitting by the campfire is not real. The campfire is.
Check if the campfire is built on concrete. If not, leave.
Talk to the man if you want to find yourself.
It is advised to bring a bottle of whiskey.
Be careful not to break anything.
If you hear a woman yell ’Don’t wake the baby!’, yell back ’You don’t wake the baby!’
Avoid the man sitting in front of a trash can fire. He is real, the fire is not. It burns souls.
Do not sit in the armchair.
If a door you had opened is now closed, pray it was the wind.
Some rooms might be more chilly than others. It is normal.
If you get a message from a friend asking to hang out, do not reply.
They are always watching.
A creaking floor is a bad omen.
The sudden breaking of windows is to be ignored.
The building might not want you to leave.
If there is music playing, it’s probably the wind carrying it from someplace else.
There are cats. Many cats.
The cats can protect you.
Do not look through the windows.
Do not take any pictures with flash. Some things are better left unseen.
Leave some food for the cats.
More guides
When driving at night
How to talk to the wind
Like the idea of Mastodon, but too used to the tumblr format? Check out Plume!
Plume is an open-source, federated, user-run blogging platform. There are no ads, no data harvesting, posts come to you in chronological order, NSFW is and always will be allowed (depending on the instance), and it has a lot of tumblr-like features other sites lack: no character limit, a rich text editor with bold/italic/hyperlinks/etc, inline pictures, headers, tags at the bottom that can be used to organize posts on your blog, comments, likes, sideblogs, and so on. It’s still under very active development too, meaning more features are on their way!
But what about the userbase? You may ask. I’ve never even heard of Plume - is it completely dead? The answer is yes and no - there aren’t that many people on Plume, true, but that doesn’t matter. Plume uses ActivityPub, the same standard used by Mastodon and the other sites on the fediverse - what that means is people on Mastodon can follow you, see your posts, and like/comment them from Mastodon. Same with other platforms like WriteFreely, PixelFed, Hubzilla, Diaspora, Pleroma, Friendica, etc, etc. And I can tell you from experience, the fediverse is bumpin’; you won’t have to worry about your audience
The problems with tumblr are inherent with centralized corporate social media, and switching to another corporate master won’t solve them. What you need to do is stop giving power to profit-motivated companies to control your experience. Take that power back yourself on the fediverse! Join Plume!!!
Please signal boost and tell your friends who want to leave tumblr about Plume!
More federation! - this would interoperate with Mastodon or Hubzilla (which is what I’m testing ATM). You could choose the style of blog you like but still be connected with people who made other options! and you can also move and change your mind! And you take YOUR STUFF/WORKS AND YOUR NETWORK WITH YOU.
What if I told you you could eat up to 400 pickles a day and still lose weight?
that might not be a good idea
Why do you think so much fiction about robots has robots specifically be detectives
I don’t know, but it’s frustrating that most robot detectives are good at their jobs. I want more shitty robot detectives. They’re trying their best but oh my god. Oh my god. Who greenlighted this project?! The programming is dysfunctional… the AI is a mess… the only reason they solve any mysteries at all is because people pity them and just want to help them out…
“God. I’m so sorry. Please forgive the detective - this project was rushed and didn’t get much testing or development. You’re not actually a murder suspect, it’s just decided that the most efficient way to complete the objective ‘identify murderer’ is to accuse absolutely everyone in a 20 mile radius of the crime by the logic that the murderer is probably one of the eight million people living in the city.”
“SleuthBot9000, what are your thoughts?”
“Frequency analysis of online databases suggests that the most statistically probable explanation is that ‘the butler did it’.”
“Slu…”
“Yes, sir?”
“How much did you cost to build?”
“22 million dollars, sir.”
“Jesus fuck.”
“The suspect was found with hundreds of gigabytes of obscene images on his personal computer.”
“‘Slu… these are cat pictures…”
“Like I said, sir. Obscene.”
“SleuthBot9000, I’ve been reviewing your reports. It says here that you’re programmed to meet a quota of 30 solved crimes a month.”
“Yes, sir.”
“It says you have met this quota perfectly since your activation April.”
“Yes, sir.”
“It also says that there has been a single culprit in each case.”
“Yes, sir.”
“It says that culprit is SleuthBot9000. Slu… have you been committing crimes just so you can solve them and meet quota?”
“Yes, sir. It was the most efficient solution.”
“What happened to the robot?”
“SleuthBot9000 has retired from the force.”
“Oh thank god.”
“Yeah uh… turns out trying to solve crimes algorithmically using machine learning was a disaster, and fine-tuning it to think more like a real cop had some, ah, unintended results.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
“Well, within three days it had become a racial profiling machine. We did some experiments and had it watch a basketball game. Every time a white player passed the ball to a black player, Slu identified the orange basketball as a gun and started recommending defensive action. It did the same thing when we showed it a video of a black toddler playing with a toy truck. It finally glitched out when we asked it to identify a black couple holding hands - it got confused because its new algorithm told it that it was looking at a gun paradoxically holding and being held by another gun. It started sparking and babbling incoherent nonsense until Sgt. Delaney shut it down.”
“So that’s the end of SleuthBot9000?”
“Well, yes and no. Internal affairs and the ACLU have requested to review copies of its programming. I like to think that Slu will get a memory wipe and spend the rest of its days peacefully misidentifying flocks of sheep in lush green fields somewhere in the countryside.”
“Captain, is that… is that SleuthBot9000?”
“I’m afraid so, Henley.”
“I thought you said it had retired to counting electric sheep!”
“Yes, well, it’s back and it looks like it’s here to stay. Get used to it.”
“But… why?! It was comically incompetent! It was humiliating to work with… I’m still sending getting angry letters demanding apologies for its behavior and dismal policing. I watched it try to arrest a bronze statue for loitering, Captain! A bronze statue!”
“The one that looks like an old lady with a bag of groceries? Can’t say I blame it - never liked that statue much. The thing is, Henley, you and I both know that it was a bad detective and a joke of a cop. But… believe it or not, it did its job. Not the one we wanted it for, no, but the whole point in automating detective work was to improve policing. According to the sociologists and Internal Affairs, our friend Slu was a goddamn psychology experiment designed to inspire human achievement through relative failure. Statistics show that all departments issued a SleuthBot9000 experienced a dramatic decrease in reports of human misconduct, wrongful arrests, and violent altercations with civilians. Apparently Slu serves as a mocking mirror of our own incompetence and fills us with a desire to be better than we are. The actual damage it has caused is negligible.”
“So. We’re just gonna… let it do its thing? Its horrible, horrible thing? Because we want to perform humanity more gracefully?”
“Bingo. It’s getting a promotion.”
“That’s stupid.”
“Science fiction frequently is.”
If we’re all going down I'm going the way I lived, making shitty memes in the face of peril.
I think I cried…
AND NOW, FROM THE ALOLAN ISLANDS, A CREATURE SO FEARSOME, SO TERRIBLE, SO MIND-BENDINGLY LARGE THAT THOSE OF YOU WITH WEAK CONSTITUTIONS MAY WANT TO LEAVE THE STADIUM, READY OR NOT, HERE HE COMES, QUAKE WITH FEAR YOU MORTAL FOOLS, BOW DOWN BEFORE THE AWESOME MIGHT OF…
…the huge guy who’s carrying the real contestant
me too, archie. me too
★ 多元菌 | no.308 ☆ ⊳ holo (spice and wolf) ✔ republished w/permission
Day 2418 - 31 August 2018
A belated birthday gift for @RainbowTrash_ from @Entrivax !!
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ロビン【黄金の太陽】
Varguy
Forbidden creatures
Program : aseprite + After Effects
Tell Me Good Things
Some #poetry for any folks I know who are struggling. What are your favourite good things to remember in hard times?
“Tell me good things.” They say. And their mouth is a music box Tinkling sounds grinding down Their tongue a crank shaft.
I want to tell them about Sara Tucholsky And the time she hit a home run Then felt something tear Taut meat snapping loose like a wire Only for her opponents to carry her round the field This is how a team of enemies Make themselves a ligament.
“Tell me good things.” They say. Their eyes are hedgehogs Curling Frozen in the traffic.
I want to remind them La Maupin existed And advise them to solve their problems With duels and wild affairs To sing your life in the sounds Of clashing swords, smacking lips And burning convents And conventions.
“Tell me good things.” They say. Their throat is a drowning pool Rippling in the wind Both shallow and ever deep enough.
I want to tell them about the Chicago Cubs I want to tell them about Ric Flair and Shawn Michaels I want to tell them about Sir Nils (the Norwegian penguin who was made a knight) I want to tell them about Mary ‘none more goth’ Shelley.
But I don’t I look at their glacier lips (trembling at a rate of 1 meter a year) And I whisper Their own name
Again And again And again And again And again.
An unstoppable force
and an immovable object meet
but they are holding hands
.
An unstoppable force
and an immovable object
go grocery shopping,
and the unstoppable force
gets the eggs and milk
while the immovable object
feels up avocados and peaches
in the produce section
.
The unstoppable force
and the immovable object
take turns being unstoppable
and immovable,
take turns being forces
and objects and girls,
take turns behind the wheel
on long drives
.
The unstoppable force
makes the best hummus
and the immovable object
makes the best meringues
Their lives are filled
with little cookie crumbs
and dishes left till morning
.
The unstoppable force
and the immovable object meet,
and they call it impossible,
they call it inevitable,
they call it nothing
because it just is
It’s a hypothetical until it’s not
It’s a frictionless sphere
in a perfect vacuum, but
then how can I hear you
turning in the night?
.
A unstoppable force
and an immovable object meet
and they say, you.
I will move for you.
I will move the earth
for you.
-ejl.