Hello? We're back department? I'd like to file a claim. #Helldivers

I miss him already... It won't be long... @helldivers2

The Left is pushing for identification to use the internet while pushing for no identification to vote. Think about that.

They banned teens from every social media except from the one that is full of pedophiles. British moment

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Whatever keeps our fandom alive….

Damn how long is this escalator?🤣

SOMEONE VIBE CODED A VIDEO STREAM THAT IS SECRETLY 100% TEXT SO IT CANT BE BLOCKED it plays 360p video at 30fps, but theres no actual video on the page. every frame is just colored text characters being repainted on a canvas to the browser its not media at all, its javascript updating some text its called asciline, and here's the trick: > the server decodes the real video and streams it as binary packed text over websockets > the browser paints thousands of colored block characters fast enough to look like 360p > ad blockers and autoplay blockers cant catch it because theres no video element to catch > it streams in kilobytes since its just strings, so it runs on trash internet since the video is literally text, you can apply css glows to it, let people copy paste a moving frame, or feed it straight to a local llm however, an unblockable stream is also an unblockable ad as well

Hello, friends. I was working when someone broke the news to me. I literally cried. My deepest thanks to @capcom_official. You just made a lot of people REALLY HAPPY. And to every person who has followed #TheArisenWantMore for the past year , thank you. You are a true Arisen.

Doesn’t understand maths Doesn’t understand demographics Doesn’t understand economics Doesn’t understand finance Doesn’t understand education Doesn’t understand energy Doesn’t understand farming Doesn’t understand Islam Doesn’t understand crime Expects to be elected

Tidus Fantasy Nightmare Mod (3rd time doing this) twitch.tv/renyth

USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop. I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls. Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors. In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves. This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift. The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were. So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply. The owner asked if everything was okay. "It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter." He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?" I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter. I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer. So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen. And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it. Reborn. A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.

Once upon a time, there was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically, “you must be so sad.” “We’ll see,” the farmer replied. The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it two other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed! “Not only did your horse return, but you received two more.  What great fortune you have!” “We’ll see,” answered the farmer. The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.  “Now your son cannot help you with your farming,” they said.  “What terrible luck you have!” “We’ll see,” replied the old farmer. The following week, military officials came to the village to conscript young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. “Such great news. You must be so happy!” The man smiled to himself and said once again. “We’ll see,”

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