me, a canadian, talking to an american who’s sick or hurt: have you tried—no wait that costs money for you… what about—no no, that costs you money too, doesn’t it? …god, that’s absolutely fucking nonsense, eh? what do they expect you to do??? die????????
one of the weirdest ways that language is evolving in response to the internet is that “bad words” just. do not have the same impact anymore. i constantly forget that some people think ‘fuck you’ is a terrible insult
so threats and insults have to start getting really out there if the person wants to even mean anything. if a person told me to die i’d shrug it off but if i opened a post’s tags and saw “op i will sneak into your house and replace all your shoelaces with cooked pasta” do you know how shaken i’d be? do you know how upset i’d be if i saw “op is the personification of the look you share w other people in the grocery store when some dude is causing A Scene™
for no reason”
So you are saying English curses on the Internet are becoming more like Yiddish curses?
I sincerely hope so but I can’t say I’m familiar with yiddish curses and i am begging you to tell me a few
“i am a monument to all your sins” is such a fucking raw line for a villain it’s amazing that it came from halo, a modernish video game, and not some classical text or mythos
classic texts have nothing on the crazy people come up with in modern times tbh
“I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.”
– Joshua Graham, Who Is A Fallout New Vegas NPC, Something Most People Throwing This Quote Around Don’t Realize
“If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have.”
– Shadow the Hedgehog in what is widely considered one of if not the single worst game in the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise
this is the source for this text and it haunts me on a regular basis
“Do you think God stays in heaven because he too, lives in fear of what he’s created?”
can we just collectively agree as a generation that we aren’t going to care if each other’s houses are clean when we visit bc im gettin real sick of the “the house has to be spotless or our guests will judge us” deal my parents got goin on
none of us in this generation is going to be able to afford a house.
Once upon a time there lived a Woodcutters son. The boy lonely for you see he had been born with pair of antlers and the people of his village believed him cursed. Despite this he was a good person kind to everyone but he longed for someone to love.
One day word reached his village that the King had angered a powerful demon and the Princess had been kidnaped as punishment. Desperate the King declared that the one who resecued his daughter would have her hand in marriage.
The demon lived in enchanted forest not far from the village. A year passed and while many knights and sorcerers braved the forest few returned and none succeed.
It was then the Woodcutters son gathered all his courage and carrying only an axe and some provisions headed deep into the forest.
His first obstacle was the fast-flowing deep river that ran threw the forest. Scraps of cloth and rusted armour washed up on it’s banks. Knowing he could not wade across the Woodcutters son used his axe to fell a tree and use it as a bridge.
He wandered for days in the dense forest avoiding many extraordinary things gnomes, fairy circles, multi-headed bears and mantuars.
His provisions had run out and he feared he may not make it when he came to a bountiful grove of fruit trees and there a great many of the missing searchers. They had come this far and could go no farther, beyond the grove lived a forest god who if he judged you wicked would take a limb as punishment. Those in the grove had ether failed the gods test or where not brave enough to take it and so the stayed too ashamed to return and admit what had happened.
He gathered some fruit and as he went to continue on he was stopped by a knight missing an arm who called him a fool, after all if these valiant knights and powerful sorcerers had failed what hope did one such as him have. The Woodcutters son would not be dissuaded however he had to try even if it was hopeless.
The forest god was a tall skeletal creature a fusion of bone and wood from its skull sprouted a pair of antlers not so dissimilar to his own but from them hung hundreds if not thousands of severed limbs. It gazed at him with its black empty eye sockets, ancient and unknowable, yet he did not fear it. it seemed almost familiar. After an eternity that may have been just a moment the god nodded its head and disappeared allowing him to pass.
Not long after that he came to an old rundown log cabin. It did not appear like the home of a powerful demon but they could be tricky and knowing that this may be an illusion he entered.
Sure, enough he found both the Princess and the Demon. The Demon smirked and congratulated him on making it this far but if he wanted the Princess he would have to pass one final test. He would have to guess the Demons true name if he guessed correctly he could leave with the Princess and collect his reward, guess incorrectly and his life would be forfeit, or he could leave having made no guess at all and face no consequences. The Woodcutters son was determined he could not come this far and not try but he hadn’t no way of knowing the answer.
The Princess had not been idle in her captivity, she had discovered her captors true name and so she hatched her plan she asked to give her would be rescuer a good luck kiss and as she kissed his cheek she whispered the answer in his ear.
The Demon growled but kept its word and the two found themselves suddenly on the outskirts of the forest safe and unharmed.
The kingdom was overjoyed at the return of their Princess and during the many days of celebrating the two where wed.
And so, the Woodcutters son became the Prince. He and his Queen ruled the kingdom for many happy and prosperous years. The people came to viewe his antlers not as a curse but as a blessing a sign of a guardian angel who had guide their prince when everyone else had failed.
Pokemon is good because everybody who plays is given the exact same storyline and choices, but every person has a completely unique experience.
There are currently over 750 trillion different team combinations, even each individual pokemon has only a 1 in 50 billion chance of being identical to another of the same species. And that’s not even including pokemon having different moves… That means that every Pokemon is a valuable once in a lifetime companion, and your adventure with your pokemon is and will always be completely unique to you, and that’s really special.
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