That’s a Pac-lapse.

Come on, snail bro, I believe in you!

The only thing Great Whites have going for them is their flavor in Shark Bites gummies. Basking Shark is obv the best.

They have a solid catalog and a lot of talent on board. I hope everyone is able to land on their feet. It would be a shame to lose out on those great minds.

I haven’t run one of their stories, but I’ve bought a few to get the structure for my own down. Making sure I have things like levels, traps, challenges, and rewards lined up with time spent in the adventure. But as far as storylines go, I love writing my own too much.

The rules are free. The stories are paid. I think that is more than fair.

It was just that one time and he said he was sorry.

Be better at having a sense of humor, chum.

Erectile dysfunction and invisibility? Is there anything artificial colors can’t do?

Please don’t take this from me.

Back during Covid I was temporarily laid off for several months because I work a restaurant that was closing until the end of the pandemic. It was the first time that I truly had nothing to do for as long as I could remember, so I did what I thought I should do, and turned off my alarm clock. I’ve always been a wild dreamer, and I dream vividly every night all the way through until I wake. Sometimes they are vignettes, sometimes its a whole-ass life in my dreams, but they are always there, every night.

At first I would pop up at 9am like I did for work, but eventually I got used to it, and I stopped waking up early. Soon it was 10:30, noon, 1pm. All the while I was dreaming more and more. With no hard cut off from my alarm clock, my dreams would come to their natural conclusions, which was steadily becoming my death in my dreams. Sometimes violently, sometimes of old age, but it got to where every time I went to sleep, I knew I would die that night, somehow. This isn’t some creepy-pasta or anything, it’s a true story, and I genuinely started getting panic attacks before bed because I didn’t want to dream my own death, again.

Of course, eventually I did the smart thing and turned my alarm back on, but for a while I was locked in my version of Groundhog Day. My already natural nihilism played into all of this, and sometimes I slip into a dark thought about death, and I have a nihilistic version of my inner monologue telling me, “You’ve done it before, and when it happens, just let it happen.” It’s kinda fucked up, and it’s been years now and I still have some issues about it.

I don’t think there is a right way to do this one. The rope is waaay too long. No one is gonna be able to hold on to that bar approaching terminal velocity.

It’s so weird that Mars has two suns.

Hold on, I’m cumming.

I can read

That isn’t up for discussion. I concede. You can read. You just can’t read well.

I’m sorry you need 50 words to say things that should only take 5 and are so egotistical you can’t fathom that someone disagrees with you, they can only have low reading comprehension.

Nope, the fact that you keep putting words in my mouth and assuming they are what I really mean are why I think you have low reading comprehension. It could just be malicious trolling, but I’m trying to give you the benefit of the doubt.

If you think they “should not have the protections [I] think they should,” which is “they can’t be killed on purpose,” then that means you think members of the press should or can be killed on battlefields legitimately.

Again, with the reading comprehension (malicious trolling). PROPAGANDISTS are not members of the press, bucko. That’s the binary of it all, if that’s what you want. Are you publishing the facts of the conflict? Yes: Journalist. No: Propagandist. Boom. Binary. Happy now?

Get bogged down in your pedantic nonsense I don’t give two flying fucks.

Says the guy who wants things in binary groupings. Welcome to binary, where column A and column B are all you get, and they are defined by pedants.

We both know what I am saying and either you’re pretending you don’t understand or you’re too fucking dense to understand and should just trust the adults in the room.

Hey, we agree on something! You are right, I do know exactly what you are saying. You are saying anyone with access to a laser jet and a PNG of a press pass gets godmode on the battlefield, isn’t that true? Doesn’t matter what you say, as long as you claim to be a journalist, you get carte blanche?

Tell me, who gets to say what a journalist is or isn’t? Who sets the definition? If it’s me, then we already know my answer: Propagandists aren’t journalists. If it’s you, though, you seem to give a much broader definition of what journalism is. Correct me if I’m wrong (I’d hate to put words in your mouth) but you believe that journalists are anyone.

That’s it.

Did you expect more to that definition? Because you haven’t given any more. You seem to believe that anyone can be a journalist, report whatever they decide is worth reporting regardless of fact, and they are protected.

Am I getting it right here? Again, I’d hate to put words in your mouth.

That isn’t journalism. That is the death of journalism. That is why we have clickbait headlines and PPW articles. Please, just… fucking stop. You have proven time and time again that you are willing to argue from a poor position and do nothing to actually back up your statements with any worth. You are bad at what you are trying to do, whatever that may be, and everything you say is just going to be shoved back in your face because I get off on it. I love telling you how wrong you are. I wring the cum out of my cock with a fervor that few have ever known every time I tell you how completely empty your argument is. So, there you go. You can help me cum again by continuing your terrible arguments, or you can find something else to do, and I’ll just go back to pictures of dead propagandists. Either way, I’ve got a long night ahead of me, it’s just up to you how big a role you want to play in it, chief.

Goddamn. How someone with such low reading comprehension can be arguing about journalism is beyond me. Holy shit.

SHOULD. SHOULD. SHOULD.

I never said they should be killed. Fucking Christ. What I am saying is that they should not have the protections you think they should.

If I go out and start twerking on the front line for tiktok and claim I’m a journalist, should I be protected? Should the enemy adjust fire so as not to hit me? Cause if that’s the case, I have a great post for c/noncredibledefense. Fucking hell. A propagandist is not a journalist. They do not get the same protections. Yes, if they are shot and killed while spreading lies, they brought it on themselves. They could have stayed in their studio and done the same. I do not mourn the liars on the front lines.

Ooooh, binary. I love binary. It’s so black and white. Really easy to define, too.

If someone on the ground is falsy reporting the war, then they have lost their journalistic integrity. They are no longer protected. Claiming to be a journalist and falsely reporting the war is like the kid who plays tag and claims that everything they touch is “safe” so they can’t be tagged. I’m sorry, but that isn’t what war journalism is. War journalism is reporting the horrific truths of what is happening. If you are going out there and telling lies, then you aren’t a journalist, you are just that shitty kid that no one wants to play with because you make up your own rules.

Should they be killed? No. Am I losing sleep over it? Also no.

When their primary responsibilities are pushing propaganda they become enemy combatants. The pen is mightier, after all.

TIL there are “'correct” .ml communities.