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apparently youre supposed to perform. they love it when you perform. but it has to be authentic. they hate it when it's not authentic. but you have to perform.

a sea turtle hatching and fighting its way to the sea but its brothers in arms are falling all around him under the threat of the gulls flying around them so he prays. little three year old percy playing in the waves stiffens up as if struck by lightning and marches his little wobbly legs over to where the birds are hunting and he shoos them off and helps protect the turtles as they reach the water. he only gets into a physical fight with one (1) of the birds and bears a scar on his cheek from its beak

being at work while your personal life is falling apart has to be among the top 3 worst human experiences. You’re at your absolute lowest and someone wants to circle back on an email…… unreal

Y'all dw max and Kimi starting next to each other tomorrow kids gonna fail the weight limit due to his massive hard on

remember when max said he probably wouldn't win a race in 2025 and then won more races than anyone else

I guess the reason all that Backrooms stuff has never really fazed me is because I worked in on-site networking support for a while, and literally every city's downtown district is just Like That once you get off the beaten path. Not just the really big cities, either; the one I'm currently living in has a population of less than 250 000 – metro area included – and a downtown area about six blocks across, and the service corridors still manage to do some House of Leaves shit. At one point I was trying to map the route of a misbehaving network cable, started out in a shopping mall parking garage, and ended up surfacing in the basement of the casino across the street. Totally unsecured – apparently neither the mall's administration nor the casino's managers knew that particular service corridor existed.

Like, I once bumped into a fully stocked and operational Coke machine in an unlit maintenance corridor twenty feet below ground level. Its display lighting was the only illumination for a hundred yards in either direction. I don't even know what it was plugged into.

Somewhere below this city there's a room the size of a high school gymnasium filled floor to ceiling with rotting mattresses. I've seen it with my own eyes – and, more importantly, smelled it with my own nose. I can't recommend the experience.

(That last one isn't even mysterious. The room in question is within easy walking distance of the basement of a major hotel, if you know where you're going; I imagine the hotel started stashing their old mattresses there at some point rather than pay to have them hauled away, and over the ensuing decades the situation got out of hand.)

it's only the second time a non merc starts a race from the front row this year btw. the first one was also max

This isn't a considered opinion on the ethics or morality of hunting or anything, but as a matter of basic fairness whenever I see a headline about a hunter being killed by their quarry I feel like a round of applause or something is deserved. Like good job, fair play, difficult to imagine holding this against you.