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I would probably not do anything and instead work on a plan to warn people about aids
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Dec 22, 2016 02:44
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me (woke time traveller): listen in two days Pearl harbor will be attacked by the 2nd Japanese fleet led by Gen. Mitsuo Fuchida. There's nothing we can do about that. But we can start warning people about how bad cigarettes are for your health.
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Dec 22, 2016 02:48
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What are the parameters of our time machine? Do we only get to time travel once, or can we do it an arbitrary number of times? How quickly can we get in and out and with what sort of precision?
Let's just say you're on hard difficulty setting but not brutal
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Dec 22, 2016 03:33
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- Robot Made of Meat
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i'd preemptively start harassing the future leaders of the feminist movement about ethics in video games journalism
What do you think got them started?
Thanks to Manifisto for the sig!
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Dec 22, 2016 03:34
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ask me anything about robots
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this is rather simple
i would swim out to sea (with motors on my boots) before the carriers reached within range of pearl harbor, dive under each carrier and attach depth charges.
i would then swim away before boom goes the dynamite
it would probably try and kill hitler too, but only if i was concentrating my efforts on killing something he was holding. that's how you get around the three laws and why the carrier gambit would work.
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Dec 22, 2016 03:40
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- Piso Mojado
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this is rather simple
i would swim out to sea (with motors on my boots) before the carriers reached within range of pearl harbor, dive under each carrier and attach depth charges.
i would then swim away before boom goes the dynamite
it would probably try and kill hitler too, but only if i was concentrating my efforts on killing something he was holding. that's how you get around the three laws and why the carrier gambit would work.
In your case there's also another slightly more advanced robot hunting you as well.
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Dec 22, 2016 03:53
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I'm thinking that it was inevitable that the US would get involved in WWII, so preventing the attack on Pearl Harbor would only change the details of who and when.
Thanks to Manifisto for the sig!
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Dec 22, 2016 03:55
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- RazzleDazzleHour
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two words:
kantai collection
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Dec 22, 2016 05:04
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Please keep this thread anime free ty godbless
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Dec 22, 2016 06:06
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Well, if I were to stop Pearl Harbor then we'd (The USA) have to find another excuse to whip someones rear end. It was high time for a butt-whippin and that kind of porn wasn't yet available en mass. You had to get it in-situ.
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Dec 22, 2016 06:51
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I've thought about this one a lot, because who wouldn't want to avert such a tragedy? I don't think I'd need to kill anyone though, I think I'd just drop the script of transformers into Michael bay's lap, and he'd focus his time on that instead of pearl Harbor.
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Dec 22, 2016 12:10
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Seems like a long time, but alright. I would use my future knowledge of high-level editing techniques, and of how much people love the Cloverfield monster, to establish a rip-roaring film career under various pseudonyms across key points in history. Each of these time dispersed releases would be designed to replicate one of Michael Bay's major successes, "edging him out" of the industry. At the same time, I'd use my growing web of Hollywood connections to pitch screenplays and collect on favours such that the 1990s were subject to a punishing glut of Pacific Theatre-themed WW2 blockbusters, starring all the great celebrities of the day. Ben Affleck would be in three of them. Pearl Harbor's prospects in the meeting room would be absolute toast, I don't see how it could survive this.
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Dec 22, 2016 12:11
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lol
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Dec 22, 2016 12:12
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In my hubris, I am astonished and shaken to find upon returning to 2017 that all I have managed to do is set the stage for the Pearl Harbor Cinematic Universe.
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Dec 22, 2016 12:16
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I guess I'd have sex with her, she was pretty -- oh. Oh! Pearl HARBOR! Like the place with the boats. Gotcha. Uhhh... I dunno, maybe like a big dome?
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Dec 22, 2016 12:31
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It is a difficult ethical conundrum, but ultimately I don't think I could bring myself to take any action that would deny the world Michael Bay's 2001 masterpiece Pearl Harbor.
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Dec 22, 2016 13:40
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I would replace the japanese bombs with butterflies, the bomber planes with unicorns, hirohito with an adorable pug, hitler with an angora rabbit, churchill with three squabbling geese, fdr with a salt lick, stalin with smooth jazz, hawaii with easter island, easter with arbor day, vanilla ice cream with chocolate (because come on, vanilla?), and becky from 10th grade with someone who actually appreciates an extensive collection of star wars figurines over some fleeting sports achievements, oh god becky it still hurts after all these years
ty nesamdoom!
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Dec 22, 2016 13:40
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Without the attack prompting the US to enter the war, the Wehrmacht would have consolidated power in Europe and been able to focus on the Soviet Union.
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Dec 22, 2016 14:27
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In my hubris, I am astonished and shaken to find upon returning to 2017 that all I have managed to do is set the stage for the Pearl Harbor Cinematic Universe.
Ben Affleck's Pearl Harbor Christmas Special
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Dec 22, 2016 14:32
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In the dystopian alt-Harbor future, Disney now owns Pearl Harbor. Not the movie franchise, the historical event. Following this legal precedent, Hardee's owns the Battle of the Bulge, and Foot Locker owns the Alamo.
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Dec 22, 2016 14:36
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In the dystopian alt-Harbor future, Disney now owns Pearl Harbor. Not the movie franchise, the historical event. Following this legal precedent, Hardee's owns the Battle of the Bulge, and Foot Locker owns the Alamo.
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Dec 22, 2016 14:39
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patriarchy sucks
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I'm trying to look up the fbi's tipline but no one here has wifi!!
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Dec 22, 2016 16:06
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Well, that aligns with the vibes I was getting. Which was, like, "normal" kinda vibes.
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Preventing the attacks on Pearl Harbor would have wide reaching effects that could potentially prevent the Nintendo and Nintendo brand games from being released, so instead I would mosey on down to the nearest 1941 bookie and put big money on "Massive Tragedy on December 7"
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Dec 22, 2016 20:26
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Preventing the attacks on Pearl Harbor would have wide reaching effects that could potentially prevent the Nintendo and Nintendo brand games from being released, so instead I would mosey on down to the nearest 1941 bookie and put big money on "Massive Tragedy on December 7"
Ria McLennan knocked the hidden compartment lose and cool air crisp against her respirator mask. She dropped down into the deck of the B-29 superfortress as it hurtled through the skies. According to the timer glowing softly on her retinal display, it had been 5 hours, 31 minutes, and 22 seconds. If the historical record was accurate, Morris R. Jeppson had just returned to the cabin after disarming the final safeties on the weapon. No one else would be checking on it until the drop. Stopping this genocide would be as simple as re-engaging the safeties, and then Nagasaki will never happen -- and the war will end without the deaths of hundreds of thousands. Her hand grew seams, and gently unfolded as she auged into her toolkit, approaching the primitive atomic weapon. She could feel the psychological weight of the weapon, a pure embodiment of the unbridled destructive potential of man. Though primitive compared to the nuclear weapons they'd design in coming decades, this was one of only two in the Surveilled timeline that was used against civilian targets. The Great Wars Injunction meant even being here was a capital crime, but if all went well there was nothing they could do to restore it, short of bombing Hiroshima itself, and she knew they'd never do it.
She got to work on the bomb. Primitive tumbler-key mechanism as the primary arming switch. It was all too easy, but she heard a noise behind her, and dove into a roll, popping up to her feet down the bomb bay corridor just as a heavy pipe swung toward where her head previously was. How could they have found her at this spacetime so quickly? She took in her opponent. A man, twenty five to thirty, pasty white skin, patchy wisp of a beard and slighty chubby. His gear looked very retro: Some gimmicky thin glasses with projected displays, what looked like an ancient laptop computer strapped to his waist with cords hanging off it and going to headphones hanging on his neck. His eyes looked wild as he stared her down. He didn't look like your average marshal, but they all have their quirks.
The man glared at her. "You don't know what you're doing. You don't understand the consequence of your actions here. I have to stop you."
Ria glared and dropped into a combat stance, her fingertips extending nanofilament-sharp blades. "Hundreds of thousands have to die just so the precious War Timeline stays intact? I've done the math, Marshal, and I'm sure you have too. The war ends anyway!"
The man shook his head. "I'm not a marshal. I'm from 2016. There's more at stake than just lives." He clumsily lunged forward, swinging the pipe -- where'd he even get that? She dodged and kicked, knocking him to the ground. "I'm done playing these games. This bomb is going offline and there's nothing you or anyone time-cleared can do to stop me." 2016? They didn't have the technology for time travel. What was going on here?
The man struggled to sit up, gasping for air thanks to his bruised solar plexus. "Stop! If you sabotage that bomb..." His lips thinned, his eyes pleading as he slowly got to his feet. "Pokémon will never exist. 801 unique creatures, over 7 generations. Millions of unique companions and travelling partners throughout history. Please."
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Dec 22, 2016 21:10
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There he go
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Ria McLennan knocked the hidden compartment lose and cool air crisp against her respirator mask. She dropped down into the deck of the B-29 superfortress as it hurtled through the skies. According to the timer glowing softly on her retinal display, it had been 5 hours, 31 minutes, and 22 seconds. If the historical record was accurate, Morris R. Jeppson had just returned to the cabin after disarming the final safeties on the weapon. No one else would be checking on it until the drop. Stopping this genocide would be as simple as re-engaging the safeties, and then Nagasaki will never happen -- and the war will end without the deaths of hundreds of thousands. Her hand grew seams, and gently unfolded as she auged into her toolkit, approaching the primitive atomic weapon. She could feel the psychological weight of the weapon, a pure embodiment of the unbridled destructive potential of man. Though primitive compared to the nuclear weapons they'd design in coming decades, this was one of only two in the Surveilled timeline that was used against civilian targets. The Great Wars Injunction meant even being here was a capital crime, but if all went well there was nothing they could do to restore it, short of bombing Hiroshima itself, and she knew they'd never do it.
She got to work on the bomb. Primitive tumbler-key mechanism as the primary arming switch. It was all too easy, but she heard a noise behind her, and dove into a roll, popping up to her feet down the bomb bay corridor just as a heavy pipe swung toward where her head previously was. How could they have found her at this spacetime so quickly? She took in her opponent. A man, twenty five to thirty, pasty white skin, patchy wisp of a beard and slighty chubby. His gear looked very retro: Some gimmicky thin glasses with projected displays, what looked like an ancient laptop computer strapped to his waist with cords hanging off it and going to headphones hanging on his neck. His eyes looked wild as he stared her down. He didn't look like your average marshal, but they all have their quirks.
The man glared at her. "You don't know what you're doing. You don't understand the consequence of your actions here. I have to stop you."
Ria glared and dropped into a combat stance, her fingertips extending nanofilament-sharp blades. "Hundreds of thousands have to die just so the precious War Timeline stays intact? I've done the math, Marshal, and I'm sure you have too. The war ends anyway!"
The man shook his head. "I'm not a marshal. I'm from 2016. There's more at stake than just lives." He clumsily lunged forward, swinging the pipe -- where'd he even get that? She dodged and kicked, knocking him to the ground. "I'm done playing these games. This bomb is going offline and there's nothing you or anyone time-cleared can do to stop me." 2016? They didn't have the technology for time travel. What was going on here?
The man struggled to sit up, gasping for air thanks to his bruised solar plexus. "Stop! If you sabotage that bomb..." His lips thinned, his eyes pleading as he slowly got to his feet. "Pokémon will never exist. 801 unique creatures, over 7 generations. Millions of unique companions and travelling partners throughout history. Please."
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Ria McLennan knocked the hidden compartment lose and cool air crisp against her respirator mask. She dropped down into the deck of the B-29 superfortress as it hurtled through the skies. According to the timer glowing softly on her retinal display, it had been 5 hours, 31 minutes, and 22 seconds. If the historical record was accurate, Morris R. Jeppson had just returned to the cabin after disarming the final safeties on the weapon. No one else would be checking on it until the drop. Stopping this genocide would be as simple as re-engaging the safeties, and then Nagasaki will never happen -- and the war will end without the deaths of hundreds of thousands. Her hand grew seams, and gently unfolded as she auged into her toolkit, approaching the primitive atomic weapon. She could feel the psychological weight of the weapon, a pure embodiment of the unbridled destructive potential of man. Though primitive compared to the nuclear weapons they'd design in coming decades, this was one of only two in the Surveilled timeline that was used against civilian targets. The Great Wars Injunction meant even being here was a capital crime, but if all went well there was nothing they could do to restore it, short of bombing Hiroshima itself, and she knew they'd never do it.
She got to work on the bomb. Primitive tumbler-key mechanism as the primary arming switch. It was all too easy, but she heard a noise behind her, and dove into a roll, popping up to her feet down the bomb bay corridor just as a heavy pipe swung toward where her head previously was. How could they have found her at this spacetime so quickly? She took in her opponent. A man, twenty five to thirty, pasty white skin, patchy wisp of a beard and slighty chubby. His gear looked very retro: Some gimmicky thin glasses with projected displays, what looked like an ancient laptop computer strapped to his waist with cords hanging off it and going to headphones hanging on his neck. His eyes looked wild as he stared her down. He didn't look like your average marshal, but they all have their quirks.
The man glared at her. "You don't know what you're doing. You don't understand the consequence of your actions here. I have to stop you."
Ria glared and dropped into a combat stance, her fingertips extending nanofilament-sharp blades. "Hundreds of thousands have to die just so the precious War Timeline stays intact? I've done the math, Marshal, and I'm sure you have too. The war ends anyway!"
The man shook his head. "I'm not a marshal. I'm from 2016. There's more at stake than just lives." He clumsily lunged forward, swinging the pipe -- where'd he even get that? She dodged and kicked, knocking him to the ground. "I'm done playing these games. This bomb is going offline and there's nothing you or anyone time-cleared can do to stop me." 2016? They didn't have the technology for time travel. What was going on here?
The man struggled to sit up, gasping for air thanks to his bruised solar plexus. "Stop! If you sabotage that bomb..." His lips thinned, his eyes pleading as he slowly got to his feet. "Pokémon will never exist. 801 unique creatures, over 7 generations. Millions of unique companions and travelling partners throughout history. Please."
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