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Cake day: July 1st, 2023

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  • The thing is, the situation is not that they’ll run out of tanks one certain day and then stop fielding them completely. What’ll happen (what’s already been happening actually) is that seeing the end of their stocks approaching they’ll taper out their use. That’s been happening for a year now: we’re seeing lower and lower tank losses in each of these reports because they’re simply not using them so much anymore. Because they don’t have as many and don’t want to risk what’s left.

    When their old stocks are completely used up (for all practical purposes) we’ll only see new-build armor, in correspondingly low volume. They’re never going to not have tanks at all.








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    2 months ago

    I don’t think they’ve ever been a real thing. Very creative world building though. I interpret it as part of an environment of excess so ridiculously hedonistic that even sadness drugs would make sense in order to gorge on emotions their jaded minds can’t produce naturally anymore.













  • I had a similar thing with a pen, the very same year I think… I had a mildly special pen which one day I lost. Went looking for it and found it sitting on a (slightly older) classmate’s desk, so i grabbed it and said “hey, that’s mine”. He tried to pretend that no, it was his, and he sounded very convincing about it, and even got the teacher involved. They both looked at me with infuriatingly condescending expressions as I explained how it was mine.

    The teacher suggested “just let him have it” to the classmate, who conceded.

    I went back to my desk fuming and scratched my initials into it before returning to show them, "look, see, it was mine! The classmate immediately pointed out “you scratched those in just now” and I think I mumbled something incoherent before going back to my desk, to the teacher’s mortification with the whole situation.

    It had already begun dawning on me at this point that the classmate was right… That wasn’t my pen. It was his and just looked like mine. But it was too late at this point and I didn’t know how to handle it other than to keep quiet and try to forget about it.