Son of Thunderbeast posted:

I feel you, I'm in the same boat. Especially when breaking the game involves god drat parallel universes

HerStuddMuffin posted:

I never played that game but I watched the entire video. I have a morbid fascination for nerds traveling to the bottom of their nerdiness, and to his credit the guy’s explanations are fairly easy to follow. In fact, I came out of the video with a pretty clear picture of what he did, and just one remaining question: why?

HerStuddMuffin posted:

I never played that game but I watched the entire video. I have a morbid fascination for nerds traveling to the bottom of their nerdiness, and to his credit the guy’s explanations are fairly easy to follow. In fact, I came out of the video with a pretty clear picture of what he did, and just one remaining question: why?

Son of Thunderbeast posted:

I feel you, I'm in the same boat. Especially when breaking the game involves god drat parallel universes

Karate Bastard posted:

I am sort of awed by pannenkoeks refusal to put his skills to use for the betterment of mankind. But then I watch and listen to the absurd garish antics of that horrid noisy little plumber and I want to burn it all to the ground. It's like watching fight club. Pannenkoek are you my Tyler Durden?

MY NIGGA D-LINK posted:

Late, but the rate of recidivism for sexual predators is bleak. Chemical castration or otherwise tends to make them even more violent. Hot take: they should be killed or forcibly isolated from society if they're convicted -- in cases of serial abusers like Sandusky or Nasser. It's pretty well proven that these monsters cannot be rehabilitated

Intruder posted:

Are you people saying pho isn't a meal

Guy Mann posted:

Dog Jones' odyssey from boring troll to incredibly smart and cool puppetmaster who was rolling with the punches all along deserves to be seen:

BIG FLUFFY DOG posted:

We're allowed to have Patreons?

SpacePig posted:

To impress other nerds with how few times they can press a button to complete a game. There was a time where he saw a glitch posted online from a stream, and offered a bounty of $1000 for a replication of it on a higher-res video with, like, input logging. He takes it very seriously, and there's apparently a crowd for it.

Apparently Mario Odyssey has almost the inverse of this built in to the game, where it counts how many jumps you took to collect a moon. But the game has some jumping moves that don't technically count as jumps as the game logs them. So there are, of course, people trying to get every moon in the game with as few counted jumps as possible. It's fascinating to watch compilations of them, and there are apparently people who will watch streams of these people trying and failing to get the same moon with zero jumps for hours, so I guess there's profit in it somewhere.

Magnus Manfist posted:

Some way of forcibly isolating people convicted of crimes from society, ingenious

Aesop Poprock posted:

I’m not going to learn about the history of gay culture from Jeffrey Dahmer thank you very much

thecluckmeme posted:

Helix Snake has been doing this on YouTube (he's the person behind the legendary Skate 3 glitch videos that are hilarious) and I really can't stand his voice, but holy poo poo he has completely destroyed some Moons without technically jumping.

thecluckmeme posted:

Helix Snake has been doing this on YouTube (he's the person behind the legendary Skate 3 glitch videos that are hilarious) and I really can't stand his voice, but holy poo poo he has completely destroyed some Moons without technically jumping.

Peace de Bundy posted:

*a goon , whispering on the phone to 911* I don't mean to be a chAd but I think my tinder date is ...a person of size

Volkerball posted:

Edit: wrong thread

Vincent Van Goatse posted:

This is a really funny quote.

Ecstatic Elastic posted:

Interrogator: "Officer K-D-six-dash-nine, let's begin. Ready?"
K: "Yes, sir."
Interrogator: "Recite your baseline."
K: "And bbc began to meatspin... A system of dongs cucked within dongs cucked within dongs cucked within one vag... And dreadfully watching against the dark, a tall white man played with himself."
Interrogator: "Dongs."
K: "Dongs."
Interrogator: "Have you ever smelt your fingers? Dongs."
K: "Dongs."
Interrogator: "Do they keep yelling at your genitals? Dongs."
K: "Dongs."
Interrogator: "When you're not performing cunnilingus do they let you finish? Dongs."
K: "Dongs."
Interrogator: "Cucked."
K: "Cucked."
Interrogator: "What's it like to respect a woman? Cucked."
K: "Cucked."
Interrogator: "Did they teach you how to feel butthole to butthole? Cucked."
K: "Cucked."
Interrogator: "Do you long for Bailey Jay? Cucked."
K: "Cucked."
Interrogator: "Do you dream about getting your poz hole negged...?"
K: "Cucked."
Interrogator: "What's it like to hold used dildos in your arms? Cucked."
K: "Cucked."
Interrogator: "Do you feel that there's an orifice of yours that's empty? Cucked."
K: "Cucked."
Interrogator: "Within dongs cucked."
K: "Within dongs cucked."
Interrogator: "Why don't you say that three times: Within dongs cucked."
K: "Within dongs cucked. Within dongs cucked. Within dongs cucked."
Interrogator: "We're done... Constantly Horny K, you can pick up your pants.”

Opal posted:

Does anyone have the quote that went on about somebody who coats his skin with a white substance and blood flows off his alabaster skin as he kills? Something, something.

tangy yet delightful posted:

I think that was Lincoln`s Wax and it was maybe white lithium grease. Phone posting or I'd do a search.

Opal posted:

Reposting just one last time - anyone remember this?

Lincoln`s Wax posted:

I cover myself from head to toe in white lithium grease before I go into battle. I glisten in the sunlight like an unholy sculpture born for war. The lack of oxygen reaching my skin makes me tingle, the lithium erases fear. I'm so slippery, so lithe- I feel the air moving around me as I kill. I can barely keep the guns in my hands, the recoil causes them to almost leap out of my grasp. I've reined the bull of heaven and together we will shake the earth. When I exhale and open my eyes, I am in an ocean of blood but I am in terrifying contrast as it merely streaks down my alabaster form and pools at my feet.

Tree Goat posted:

i shelve my books according to mazlow's hierarchy of needs. so medical textbooks and cookbooks on the bottom shelf, then self defense manuals, then pornography, and continuing on in this fashion until self-actualization at the top shelf, which is currently empty.

Cocoa Crispies posted:

*woop*woop* it’s the android police

*woop*woop* it’s a site for the obese

MrUnderbridge posted:

My most fun was barfing at 90 feet. I'd had rice and orange soda for lunch. The fish seemed to appreciate that.

white sauce posted:

Go gently caress yourself

GO gently caress YOURSELF posted:

Sorry, I think someone called for me?

Grouchio posted:

I liked DBZ until I grew up multiple times.

Dias posted:

Holy poo poo, does it not show at all.

T-man posted:

(Before anyone asks, yes, I do hate the people who make things and I would download a car.)

Trig Discipline posted:

I was doing some underwater fish collection work with some colleagues, including my wife. We were at a spot in Curacao with a really long surface swim, and had just finally made it out to the reef crest when my stomach basically turned over and said "Hey you're about to poo poo, explosively. We are not negotiating about whether that's going to happen, or when. At this point the only choice you can make is where." This was at a beach with no facilities, so my options were (1) poo poo in my wetsuit, (2) poo poo underwater but NOT in my wetsuit, (3) surface, peel my gear off, and just float at the surface above my colleagues shooting diarrhea everywhere, or (4) try to make it to shore, poo poo on the beach where other people were having a nice day in the sun, wash my rear end in the water, and then get back in.

Obviously none of those are great options. Option number two (lol) was clearly the one with the least casualties, but also the highest level of difficulty. We were only in about seven meters of water, though, and I do appreciate a good challenge, so I decided to go for it and swam away from my colleagues. The first issue was that my wife is a good dive buddy, so she wasn't going to let me get far enough away to have some privacy unless I explained the situation to her. I started to take my BC off and she got concerned, and asked me what the problem was with hand gestures. I pantomimed a fountain coming from my rear end. Then I pointed to myself and the substrate where I was kneeling ("I'm staying here"), and then pointed to her and back to our colleagues ("You go back - you don't need to see this"). She got the idea and left.

I peeled off my BC, which of course now meant that I was positively buoyant. So I had to try to peel off my wetsuit with one hand while holding onto my BC on the bottom with the other, with my reg in my mouth. I did manage to get my wetsuit either off or down to my ankles (I actually can't remember). Then I was faced with an issue of strategy: If I just sprayed poo poo where I was, it would get all over me, my suit, and my BC. Not good. So obviously what I needed was some way to poo poo while simultaneously moving away from the poo poo with all of my gear. I settled on sort of folding my BC closed and then crouching on the substrate like I was sitting in an invisible chair. With (if I do say so myself) perfect split-second timing, I leapt gently upwards and forwards right as I shat explosively, holding all of my gear in a tight bundle at my chest. I remember thinking as I did so how much I must look like the space shuttle taking off.

Anyway, it worked perfectly and I managed to expel the evil without getting any of it on my clothes, in my regulator, or on my colleagues. I came back to the group and my wife gave me an inquisitive "okay" sign, which I returned with a nonzero amount of smugness. Of course my colleagues are also goony idiots, so they thought this was amazing when I told them what happened later after we had gotten out of the water. One in particular (who is literally also a goon) said "holy poo poo, you did the Warhammer Maneuver?" That was a term I'd never heard. Turns out there's some guy named Warhammer on the scuba boards who's famous for making GBS threads underwater.

Warhammer: https://i.imgur.com/x7IuQvC.jpg

I think my solution was more hygienic and, given that there's another diver right above him, more considerate. Anyway, that's my story.




e: Actually come to think of it, I must have just left my wetsuit around my ankles. I would've had to take my fins off otherwise, and I definitely didn't do that. I dive with a 3.5mm shorty in Curacao, so it's not that bulky.

DontMockMySmock posted:

gently caress the bends, never mind nitrogen narcosis, THAT is my biggest fear as a diver.

Edit: especially if it strikes when I'm cold-water diving in a 7mm 2-piece wetsuit - no way to strip that thing off in time.

La Brea Carpet posted:

Stardate 342.45. I was initially excited to be part of the environmental engineering crews on the Enterprise. After one week spent squeegeeing Barclay's jizz off a holodeck wall I'm really hoping we encounter some weird space fungus that will eat my brain.

Malachite_Dragon posted:

Coucho Marx posted:

Reminds me of the Blue Stripe series, specifically the holodeck janitor one!

Grandmother of Five posted:

e/n is like a spirit world that you can visit on line but instead of the screaming souls of the damned flying past you, confessing their sins & unconsciously + futilely attempting to convey their warning to us, the living, about the frailty of life and the importance of living it fully; it is a big fat man sitting in a folding chair in front of his computer achieving the same effect by typing "managed to talk to someone today" on his key board

Phanatic posted:

Trig takes a poo poo in the ocean:

Gimbal lock posted:

I thought that the author found this one weird trick (a truly outrageous pair of tits) to keep people from nitpicking details about the armor of his gun man but I see that there's no stopping the determined.