Double post shit.

Quote from: Sandtrap on May 05, 2015, 02:05:38 PM

Quote from: Soʟoɴoɪᴅ on May 05, 2015, 01:49:25 PM

Quote from: Sandtrap on May 05, 2015, 01:38:18 PM

As a small group of interconnected communities, this hits hard.

I wouldn't give a fuck if my neighbour blew his brains out in the street.

If somebody who lived 40 minutes away pulled a triple homicide, followed by suicide, I probably wouldn't even hear about it. Why? Because we're not pansies. I live in a small town. Would any of these fuckers dying impact my life? Not a chance.

Also, lol, now the red headed girl can become bat-girl.

Then you're the sterotypical city/modern age dweller who's been desensitized to things. My entire province operates on a different level. While communities are scattered all across it, and our cities harbor most of our number, word travels quickly.

There's a level of interconnectedness to generally all the communities and even the cities. We aren't violent people. Something like this is generally unheard of in even in the cities. For a small town, this is big. And it's bad.

People know each other up here. Travel all the way out to Saskatoon, and you can bump into people from the same town as yours. Mention a family name and chances are, people will know who you're talking about.

My province, has one foot in the past, with interconnected and caring communities, and one foot in the modern age.

I care because these are people that live close to home. These were kids you could meet every day when they get off the bus. This was a person you could bump into on the streets and have idle talk with as two passerby.

When you live in relative isolation, when you have such a distance to cover between places, people mean more to you when you see them. People leave more of an impact on you.

Nope, lived in small towns my entire life.

Someone I've never met is a person I've never met, whether they live in china or the next block from my house.
I won't woe just because It's possible I could've run into them at the store eventually.

As for being desensitised, haha, no.
If anything, your people have become more sensitive with time.
During ancient times, everyone was even less sensitive than I am.

Then perhaps it's the environment up here. People up here are just simply more connected. More....compassionate if you will. Maybe it's a customs thing. Talk spreads quickly around here. Personal reputations are a thing here. To such an extent that towns can know about you even if you've never set foot in them.

This province was founded on the very essence of being connected, and cooperation. The first settlers, German exiles, arrived here in the middle of winter. In order to survive, everybody had to do their part. And to some extent, today is still like that. You see somebody in trouble, you help them.

7 months of winter and temperatures that can kill you in under 10 minutes of exposure. You can't afford to overlook things or people. You see a stopped vehicle on the roads, and you investigate because it could actually mean life or death for somebody in the winter.

It's a silent, unspoken rule of my province. Hell, do you know what a custom is up here?

Waving. Passing by people, farmers, truck drivers, people will just automatically wave to each other as they pass on the grid roads.

So while no, the death does not personally effect me, it does strike to home because as I said.

Shootings, killings. They're rare up here. Especially for a small town of barely over 1000 people.

It's a culture difference.

In fact, it's so much of a culture difference that murder is almost unheard of.

In 2013, the entire sum murder rate for this entire province was 30. And that was high for this province.

Quote from: Sandtrap on May 05, 2015, 01:38:18 PM

As a small group of interconnected communities, this hits hard.

I wouldn't give a fuck if my neighbour blew his brains out in the street.

If somebody who lived 40 minutes away pulled a triple homicide, followed by suicide, I probably wouldn't even hear about it. Why? Because we're not pansies. I live in a small town. Would any of these fuckers dying impact my life? Not a chance.

Also, lol, now the red headed girl can become bat-girl.

Then you're the sterotypical city/modern age dweller who's been desensitized to things. My entire province operates on a different level. While communities are scattered all across it, and our cities harbor most of our number, word travels quickly.

There's a level of interconnectedness to generally all the communities and even the cities. We aren't violent people. Something like this is generally unheard of in even in the cities. For a small town, this is big. And it's bad.

People know each other up here. Travel all the way out to Saskatoon, and you can bump into people from the same town as yours. Mention a family name and chances are, people will know who you're talking about.

My province, has one foot in the past, with interconnected and caring communities, and one foot in the modern age.

I care because these are people that live close to home. These were kids you could meet every day when they get off the bus. This was a person you could bump into on the streets and have idle talk with as two passerby.

When you live in relative isolation, when you have such a distance to cover between places, people mean more to you when you see them. People leave more of an impact on you.

Ive made some poses and taken screenshots.

Ever considered doing more?

Eh. People being people. The title and moniker they adorn doesn't amount to much. You'll find asshats on both sides. And it's the asshats who always make themselves known over people who simply go about their business and cause no fuss.

Both religions, and atheism primarily have such bad rep among each other is because both have a history of smug asshats being front and center stage.

Don't ignore the silent majority and label them as such based off the flashy bad examples up front.

Fuckin' hell this rings so many bells. I could swear on the graves of all the dead things in my family that I've seen this before. And it was on Bungie.net.

Somebody had a jot outline for something exactly like this and I know they did because I offered to help if it was needed.

Quote from: RomanGladiator on May 05, 2015, 10:51:38 AM

>having terrible teeth and breath so bad no one will want to kiss you

lel

what's your excuse then?

Could drop a fire truck on that burn.

The trailer wasn't pre-rendered though. It was in engine.

Now we know the game is fucked.

Clipping scripted At-Ats. They're already in game.

Meh. I don't care that much about space, it's pretty goddamn boring tbh

It's only boring to you cause nothing interesting has happened yet.

How about a solar flare that fucks over our electrical systems and knocks everything out?

How about some love from our many passerby space rocks?

Fuck that, let's have the moon fracture or get knocked out of orbit so our tides get fucked.

Would that change your tune?

Quote from: Sandtrap on May 05, 2015, 03:17:54 AM

Have sex with it. Assert your dominance.

Fuck your TV, man.

Wtf I don't want to put my dick in that.

It could be Skynet.

Exactly. Now's your chance.

Skynet was only a little bitch because it never got laid. I bet you some good old fashioned angry sex romp would have straightened that shit out pronto.

I go on late night walks nearly every day.

I go pretty fast at a walking pace, and I cover some pretty sizable distances.

Ever tried running? Just for a short bit? Push yourself as fast as you can go?

God damn. I don't even remember how long it's been since I've been capable of running without breaking down and passing off as dying on the spot. It's like saying hello to an old acquaintance again. I covered three blocks going about as fast as I could push myself before needing to stop.

Considering that I'm in a tired state from working non stop every day, that's not bad. That means I could do more if I was well rested. Maybe it's a mundane thing for you folks.

But I find the fact that I'm actually recovering, and being able to move and run and do normal physical things again fascinating. All that muscle memory and that wonderful feeling of just the right amount of stress on the muscles so that they're damaged, but they heal properly.

You don't ever truly know how much you have to miss until you've lost it, I suppose.

So, my late night compatriots. You ever feel the burn? The good kind?

Talking to a flatlander out in a field in the middle of nowhere.

And you ask if I feel insecure about my intelligence?

Nigga please. I was born a peasant and I'll die one.

I've no sense of time or keeping track of things right now. So, actually, I didn't even know you were gone. Being serious here, I just remember seeing your posts around here.

So..... the usual stuff happened?

Aha. But fuck people when they're assholes.

There's decent ones out there. But as always, it's the decent ones, who don't want any trouble, that keep their heads down and out of the way.

Man, fuck asshole people.