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i went to the starting village and they didnt even tell me to kill 5 dogs. they just told me that my vibe was awful and that i should probably just die all things considered. and i was like. okay but dont you need a hero to slay the demon queen. and they were likd yeah but its obviously not you. you suck so hard.and i was like ok but what about the 5 dogs and they were like honestly i hope 5 dogs kill you. well whoop dee fucki g do. wait until they realize im actually the chosen one. yeah. ill kill 5 dogs all by myself thank you bery much. and NO that isnt my pee. i would never do that
i got to the second town and ive killed over 12 dogs and ive unlocked my first ability (basic fire spell) and i was like hey guys its me. yup. its your chosen hero. gonna save your realm. and rhey were like Fuck off. like Fuck you. they told me my outfit was "fucking ridiculous" and that i looked "stupid as fuck" ans that normally they would send me on a dangerous quest to defeat a goblin king in the woods so that the town elder could give me a special key that unlocks the way but they told me theyre jusy giving it to me for free so i get the fuck away from them. but jokes on them. i'm killing the goblin king anyways. im gonna show everyone
ok so i won but with like 2 hp and i used all of my potions and no one will heal me because im weird. so i guess im just fucked. fuck my.life i guess. i guess they really want me to die
so i ran intona group of thieves (random encounter) but when they saw how fucked up and weird i was they gave me a potion and let me go and like they didnt even take my gold which like i have a lot ofbut no one will sell to me because im weird. so i guess i just keep this fucking gold i guess. im still using the starter weapon. no one will sell me anything else. i dont fucking know what to do with all this gp. this realm fucking blows
and no. i still havent peed myself. my jester suit is yellow down there for a very normal reason
welp. i had to kill a fuckton of dogs and random enemies. i killed a bear. yup. i straight up killed a bear. anyways i found a cave and it had a stronger weapon but it was hidden behind a strong as fuck skeleton wizard but ws soon as they saw me the skeleton wizard was like. ew oh my god. why do you smell like that. just take the axe. get out of here. why are you dressed like that. so i just got a powerful axe i guess. now i have to kill even more random skeletons and evil animals i guess. i have no idea where the next town is cus the persom whos job it is to tell me that said mu boobs looked fake and told me to go away so what ever i guess
third town and yup. you guesses it. they HATE my ass. i didnt even bother trying to tell them i'm the hero. like it would not make a difference. the town armorer and the local fair maiden grab me and put me in the stocks. people have been throwing shit at me all day. i think theyve been trying to get into my jester suit. i didnt even do anything but at least they didnt bother taking my stuff. at least. yeah. i dont know how long theyre gonna keep me here. i vaugely overhead what i think is an important questline so once i get out of here i totally know what i'm doing
escaped the stocks. no i dont want to.say how. i really dont want to say how. anyways. i got my stuff back and some extra gold too. um. as a tip i guess. found out there was a whole qiestline that i think was supposed to involve me crossdressing to rescue some child and then get an important book that i have to.recite from in order to unlock a.dungeon but i straight up just went to the place i was supposed to go and let the kid out (shitty kid btw) in the middle of the night and wemt to the kids dads house and crawled through his window ajd took the book so were good. i did also gst chased out of town by angry hoard. yeah. but we did it. dungeon time i guess
yknow im increasingly feeling like most of my life is just grabbing random bullshit items to grab more bullshit items
ok so dungeons fucking suck when you know 3 abilities and have a single mid tier weapon i guess cus wow this rsally fucking sucks. its not like the 99 wolf hides in my bag are doing anyrhing. i think i'm supposed to be able to sell this to the guy with the fucked up fur clothes for gold to buy supplies but the dude genuinely just hides whenever i come around. like behind a barrel or something. like i can clearly see him hiding but yknow whatever. anyways. ive had to kill a shit ton of greater slimes and skeleton mages here and im really fucking struggling genuinely. ive been frozen so many times. this sucks. but ive discovered you can just eat slimes if youre hungry enough so i guess thats a new skill i learned. whatever
ok so i was just in the wrong dungeon. the only reward was a single staff that allows me to do twice as much damage with fire based attacks. which is. fine. i guess. i did all of that for literally nothing. im literallg a fucking idiot. fuck. maybe all those townspeople were right about me. anyways. im doing the actual dungeon now and its like wayyy easier than that fuckass fire dungeon. probably due to the staff. man. im such an idiot. someome should kill me for being such a useless piece of shit
.... ok. i got one of the pieces of the shattered whatecer the fuck you need to defeat the demon lord from the dungeon boss. i didnt kill it. its still down there. i dont really wanna talk about it any more than this. um. yeah. dungeon cleared. i guess.
downloaded an evil pirated rom of a classic video game off the dark web and the malevolent spirit inside it was fully intending to kill me until it hicjacked my webcam and saw my room and now it just feels sorry for me. yeah. it's helping me fill out job applications now. it saw me take down some empty bottles and it was genuinely really.proud of me. i think it sees itself as like a mother figure. when i do really good it lets me play my favorite levels but it changes things around a little so it feels new again because it knows i appreciate that and i deserve to be rewarded for beingnthe good girl i am. yeah. i dont even think its evil anymore i think its just really personally invested in me
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This has certainly been my experience. I will say I love each of my partners differently - just like I love each friend differently, each child, each parent. Every 1 on 1 relationship dynamic is unique and special - and my love is infinite and ever expanding.
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How To Be A Rat Fuck, part 1: How to always win debates
So first of all the title is a bit misleading. There are actually two different kinds of political debates, and I can only help you with the second one. This is NOT advice on how to settle arguments with your friends; these are hostile tactics, meant to be used only on enemies, and if whoever u use it on wasn't your enemy before then they sure as hell will be when you're done. Anyway.
First off, you have to know ahead of time what kind of debate you're in. The two kinds of political debate are internal and public, and they have to be approached very differently because they're very different animals. The internal debate is a dialectical fact-finding process wherein some people resolve contradictions within their group by discussing the relative strengths and weaknesses of various positions; the internal debate should be respected, and the only way to win one of those is to have a good and well-presented argument. Good luck w/ that one.
Then there's the public debate. The public debate--and this remains true whether it takes place on a fancy stage or in the comments section of a youtube video--is a circus. More to the point, it's your circus, and you are the ringmaster.
The true target of a public debate is not the opponent, but the audience. You are not acting as a political worker educating a potential contact, but rather as a performer putting on a show for the audience. The object is not to win over your opponent; the object is to leave any observers with the impression that your side is reasonable and intellectual while their side is silly and histrionic. Always keep this in mind.
Try to avoid addressing your opponent's points directly, except to ridicule them. Instead, use phrases like "But what about--" and "Oh, so you're just going to ignore--" in order to keep bringing up additional points of your own, thereby monopolizing the conversation for your point of view and preventing your opponent from organizing a coherent counterargument.
Take any opportunity to imply that your opponent's arguments are foolish without saying so overtly. Keep an ear out for any lines of argument or turns of phrase that might sound peculiar to the general public, such as cumbersome academic jargon or obscure subcultural metaphors, and roll your eyes while repeating them back to your opponent in a condescending tone.
If you find yourself unprepared or otherwise caught out by a question, just refuse to answer it. Or refuse to elaborate. Imply that your opponent is being foolish by even bothering to ask such a question. "It's not my fault you don't already know about XYZ, someone who'd done any research on the topic would already know about XYZ and wouldn't need me to explain it to them. Anyway, have you considered--" You're never ever refusing to answer or elaborate because you don't have an answer, no, you simply refuse to embarrass yourself by condescending to answer such silly questions. Come on.
If at all possible, try to bait your opponent into getting angry or otherwise distraught. How to accomplish this will vary from person to person, but your pretentiousness and aloof indifference should get you about halfway there on its own. Remember, however, to try not to resort to overt personal attacks unless you're absolutely sure they're going to land; you're meant to look like the voice of reason dispensing sage wisdom while they're meant to look like an angry, blathering jackass. If you can so get under your opponent's skin, it's pretty much over. You can aloofly (and infuriatingly) dismiss whatever else they have to say as a baseless appeal to emotion and proceed to "Anyway, have you considered--" your way into using the debate floor as a soapbox from which to preach to the audience.
Keep these tips and tricks in your back pocket and you'll never, ever lose, as long as you define "winning" as your opponent giving up and storming out of the venue.
And now you're one step further on your journey to becoming a rat fuck! More to come. Quote to think on:
"Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, Rhaegar fought honorably. And Rhaegar died."
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a few months ago my friend called me and told me she was moving back up near me from 7 hours south in the middle of nowhere and asked if i would help her because she couldn’t move the furniture by herself and the town was so small there was no moving company (there were actually only 5 or six businesses in the whole town including both restaurants) and she had no one else down there to ask.
And even though money is pretty tight for her, she told me I could name my price if I would help her, because it was so far away.
I told her she was a dummy for thinking i would take her money but that i would accept the traditional helping-a-friend-move price: a meal (i know she would feel wrong about herself if she didn’t do something for me in return, that’s just how she is) Tradition suggests pizza and beer, we opted for enchiladas and a margarita.
we crashed on the floor of the empty place and left back north in the morning - when we got back to the city three more friends met us at her storage place (the place she was moving into wouldn’t be vacant for a couple months) and we started to move all her stuff up to a storage room on the THIRD FLOOR (because large city storage places be like that)
we had just taken the first box out of the truck when the (only) lady working there walked by and told us they closed in an hour and twenty minutes, and she couldn’t stay even a little late because she had to get to her other job.
One hour twenty minutes. To completely un-jenga a large uhaul and re-tetris it back into a similar sized room on the third floor.
We all just, shared a look, took off hoodies, and got the fuck down to business.
It was actually.. I still cherish look we passed around. The tiny eyebrow quirks and chin nods. The eye glints. The bigger breath we each took as we prepared to kick it up several gears. That moment of wordless connection, when we all just silently agreed that we were damn well going to do the impossible and didn’t even waste the time it would take to say anything, just got to it.
And we did it too. Finished with exactly two full minutes to spare. And then we all went for dinner and drinks to celebrate. And my friend’s friends that came to help? Two of them were acquaintances/friends of mine already. Like I lived with one for a year a decade ago sort of thing. But this experience? Brought us all closer. Made myself a new friend too.
And the friend i helped move? She and I are closer than ever because of it.
When i left our storage success diner to go home, she asked me again if I was sure i wouldn’t take any money.
I said “I ever tell you when I was 22 I went down to Hollywood to try that scene out? Anyway ten months later, when I just couldn’t do it anymore, and needed to come back, I called one of my best friends and said i can’t do this anymore i need to come back. You know what he said? He said: I’ll be there tomorrow. Not how much will you pay me, not what do i get out of it, not will you be able to cover my gas, just: I’ll be there tomorrow. Okay? You’re my friend. If you need help, I’m going to be there”
If helping someone move ruins your friendship, you’re doing at least one of those two things very wrong.
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A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
Well look what I found in the back of my drawer full of mementos! It's a deck for the Gother Than Thou collectible card game!
Created in 2000 by R. Hunter Gough and Savant Garde (website is dead, unsurprisingly), this game is for 3 - 5 players age 15+, subtitled "The Most Pretentious Card Game Ever Made" and the back of the box reads:
"Gother Than Thou is a new card game of backstabbing and betrayal set within the gothic community.
Cloves, Absinthe, Eyeliner, Boots. Everything you need to make it big on the scene is here, but so are Dire Fashion Blunders, Infections, Debt, and the dreaded Visit From Mom.
Will you be the first to achieve 20 Goth Points and declare yourself Gother Than Thou? Or will you fall into sickness and debt, wallowing in your own misery?"
Ancient Egyptian DooDad, Wardrobe Sale, card backs, Absinthe Minded. . ., Disturbing Southern Accent, Pet Named Hecate, Blue Black #124
I have never had enough IRL goth friends to play this and have it be fun/ny, though I think we must have played it at a Convergence in that era (C7? C9?--those were ones I attended in the 'Aughties).
This must have sprung from the Usenet groups alt.gothic and/or alt.gothic.fashion, given the date of creation and many of the references. Minus a billion Goth Points to me for not remembering where this came from or where I bought it/how I got it.
Deep Newsgroup Posts, Up Before Noon, That Wasted Look, Fun With Eyeliner, Boots!!, Genital Piercings, Steady Clove Supply, Dire Fashion Blunder, Face Like Murphy, Visit from Mom (you gain money but lose Goth Points for that last card LOL)
So that's some turn of the century, old goth nostalgia for you, with black lipsticked love from old goth me.
I know exactly where my copy of this is!

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Recently Tesla had to recall all of the $70k cybertrucks they sold. Yup, all... 173 of them?
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🚨BREAKING: OpenAI published a paper proving that ChatGPT will always make things up.
Not sometimes. Not until the next update. Always. They proved it with math.
Even with perfect training data and unlimited computing power, AI models will still confidently tell you things that are completely false. This isn't a bug they're working on. It's baked into how these systems work at a fundamental level.
And their own numbers are brutal. OpenAI's o1 reasoning model hallucinates 16% of the time. Their newer o3 model? 33%. Their newest o4-mini? 48%. Nearly half of what their most recent model tells you could be fabricated. The "smarter" models are actually getting worse at telling the truth.
Here's why it can't be fixed. Language models work by predicting the next word based on probability. When they hit something uncertain, they don't pause. They don't flag it. They guess. And they guess with complete confidence, because that's exactly what they were trained to do.
The researchers looked at the 10 biggest AI benchmarks used to measure how good these models are. 9 out of 10 give the same score for saying "I don't know" as for giving a completely wrong answer: zero points. The entire testing system literally punishes honesty and rewards guessing.
So the AI learned the optimal strategy: always guess. Never admit uncertainty. Sound confident even when you're making it up.
OpenAI's proposed fix? Have ChatGPT say "I don't know" when it's unsure. Their own math shows this would mean roughly 30% of your questions get no answer. Imagine asking ChatGPT something three times out of ten and getting "I'm not confident enough to respond." Users would leave overnight. So the fix exists, but it would kill the product.
This isn't just OpenAI's problem. DeepMind and Tsinghua University independently reached the same conclusion. Three of the world's top AI labs, working separately, all agree: this is permanent.
Every time ChatGPT gives you an answer, ask yourself: is this real, or is it just a confident guess?
“We will not blame him for the crimes of his ancestors if he relents the royal rights of his ancestors; but as long as he claims their rights, by virtue of descent, then, by virtue of descent, he must shoulder the responsibility for their crimes.”
— Séamas Ó Conghaile, an Edinburgh-born Irish Republican and socialist, on King George V; a sentiment that transcends time. (via tal-eire)
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coming out of the tags to say that some of us have been saying this for years and have been called all manner of degenerates, perverts, and pedophiles over it, and we really deserve an apology we will never receive
We DO deserve a fucking apology we'll never get, and not to soapbox, but lemme just throw out another fucking explanation of exactly why this shit keeps happening in the slim chance that it helps at least one person not fall for it: Fascism in ANY form will ALWAYS present itself as reasonable to YOUR sensibilities. It preys on a lot of things, your disgust reaction, your fear reaction, your own shame, your need for a tribe, your need to feel like you're part of something bigger than yourself, your need to protect your resources, your need to boost your own ego, your need to feel better than others, and in my opinion, the worst thing of all that it can prey on is your WANT TO DO GOOD. It turns that Want To Do Good against you, gives you "acceptable targets" and sets you loose, thinking that you're being a fucking super hero. Fascism will ALWAYS feel okay when you're doing it because you understand why you're doing it because you've been told why you should be doing it by someone who's fucked the narrative to make you feel good about hurting other people because they've convinced you that you are protecting people by doing it!! Fascism tells you: "The sort of people who value a sex scene in a movie are perverts, and perverts are dangerous, right? Oh god... What if they're a rapist and that's why they like that sort of stuff? Yeah, that trans girl that made that post about movies needing sex scenes... She pisses in a diaper, that's fucking disgusting right? And she likes weird fiction... And diapers are meant for kids... So... Yeah... Exactly, you got it! See you figured out what she was too! So you should trust your gut with these people, you're really good at spotting them! You know when someone is evil! And you DEFINITELY should not listen to a pervert explain themselves, because... Right, exactly, what's the point? They're just going to lie about it and probably say gross shit to you." Did you catch how that worked? It let YOU make the conclusion. It let YOU answer the questions and start setting shit in stone in your own mind. And the next thing you know, you're using fiction as proof, anything outside of your own comfort levels as evidence, you've become an emotionally reactionary fascist who genuinely believes you are making the world better, and safer, for the people you love, and who love you in return. Fascism doesn't begin with violence, it begins with a kind hand held out in your direction from someone else who believes they're helping. You might not even realize you've fucked up. Ever. That's how it works. That's how it thrives.
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its so awkward when people ask me why i dropped out and i have to be like "inadequate disability support" bc no one wants to hear this. they're always like i thought they had to provide that though isn't it the law? girl you might want to sit down i have some bad news about the litigation-based enforcement of the americans with disabilities act
then if i do say that theyre like, couldnt you sue? well theoretically maybe but not without spending more money than i have and putting myself through absolute hell. so no. no i can't.
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You know, there's this cliché that teenage boys always eat massive amounts, but teenage girls really aren't that different if they're not suppressed by diet culture and body shaming. Like, I was a teenage girl who frankly just stopped bothering to fit into mainstream beauty ideals at some point, and I would regularly make myself just one big massive pot of pasta and devour it completely. This wasn't even stress eating or anything, I just genuinely needed the energy because you know, I was a teenager and my body was developing. I feel like so many teenage girls think they need to eat as little as possible to be petite and pretty, but the truth is that your body is developing just as intensely as teenage boys' bodies. Eat more, please, your body needs it.