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snarkandbitchery · 4 years
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#2698. Lupines - Word Play
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snarkandbitchery · 4 years
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Purpose
Context: Our party had just lost two members, and conveniently found replacements. One, a half-orc prisoner. The other, a discarded, obviously early model android that was lying half-buried in a ditch. The party finally got him up and running and were trying to learn a little about him.
Wizard: What is your purpose?
Android: ERROR. DATA NOT FOUND.
Paladin: We could give you a purpose!
Wizard: Right now, the world is ending. We need your help.
Android: ACKNOWLEDGED. PURPOSE: END THE WORLD.
Everyone: NO! No no no no no!
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i just want to introduce everyone to this niche genre of postcards
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this is what we call “propganda.” bernie sanders suspends his campaign AKA he wont spend money advertising himself anymore (bc he wants to help with the pandemic) but he’s still in the race. news sources JUMP on the fact that he’s stopped campaigning to tell everyone “WHOOPS he dropped out! better go vote biden! no other option bc bernie dropped out of the race :/” when he fucking didnt!
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“It’s… it’s good… *sniff*”
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There's a dude who stomps around work so hard, I can feel him through the floor from the far end of the hallway (30 ft?). The fuck is this dude's problem??? I'm convinced he either wears ankle weights, or he's a goddamn T-Rex.
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snarkandbitchery · 4 years
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ive certainly been guilty in the past, we all have, but.. please take some time to research whatever “monster” youre gonna draw or write into your story…? so many “cryptids” and “generic monsters” are actually specifically cultural stories, spirits etc. ya know. there’re absolutely more than this but off the top of my head:
wendigoag (algonquin spirits, not a cryptid)
golem are jewish, not random creatures
etc etc. just be mindful and aware yall
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a more serious comic, about depression
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snarkandbitchery · 4 years
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Manager wants our team to sign off on forms that basically say we've received safety analysis and training for ALL of the tasks we've been assigned.
We haven't. I'm not signing off saying we have.
Manager: "Well, I don't know what to do then, since most of the team has signed it."
Mayyyybe actually review this shit with us? Idgaf?
Our emergency response procedure folder has been empty since September. We haven't been given training on our responsibilities regarding the company vehicle. And I don't know what the official Job Safety Analysis form even looks like. Just this signature page.
Go. Fuck. Yourself.
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snarkandbitchery · 4 years
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Being a young American right now
Is a strange, terrifying thing.
It's waking up after too little sleep, filled with nightmares that you can't afford therapy for.
It's spending the first half hour of your day repressing the urge to just sob while you talk yourself out of calling in sick. You need the money, whether to pay rent or to save up and move out of an abusive household.
It's hugging your loved ones as you leave for work, praying you'll all make it home tonight, and not be killed by a cop or fascist or r*pist or impatient driver or repressed white boy at school.
It's wanting to stay politically aware, but dreading reading the news. Your country's leaders are actively stripping you and your friends' legal protections, while starting another war for you and your friends to pay for and die in. They're also jailing people at the borders and letting them die of the flu, and would be ok doing the same to you.
It's sometimes spending the commute fantasizing over escape plans with your partner, imagining homesteading in the wilds to flee the looming draft. Or promising each other that prison is an acceptable alternative to being killed or being forced to kill brown kids because some wealthy old fart says that's how freedom works.
It's spending a third of your day or more pretending that you're OK, that this job isn't smothering your dreams and goals, sometimes resorting to pretending you're a happy robot so that customers or clients don't hurt you with their unmanaged and misdirected anger.
It's a combination of realizing these people are just stressed and scared too - lashing out in fear and frustration- and sometimes losing your cool and you're the one that lashes out.
It's beating yourself up over it later, in the dark hours, replaying scenarios in your head and wondering why you couldn't just take the kind path. You feel you could have been stronger, maybe, if you'd had more sleep or hadn't skipped lunch.
It's sometimes choosing happiness, taking 10 minutes to sip at a coffee made by a wage slave, like you, while someone else rants online or on the radio about this coffee is why you can't afford a house or the wedding you've been putting off for years.
It's coming home and doing a headcount of your loved ones, celebrating a 100% vital count by making a cheap but filling dinner, doing the dishes, and falling into bed.
It's do it all over again the next day, and the next, and the one after that, because you have no energy to hope for better and just enough energy to hope it doesn't get too much worse.
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