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How would you guys react if there was a movement of people who claimed they felt that their arms and legs shouldn't be working? That they felt they were disabled, despite the fact that they had motor functions in said limbs? Would it be insensitive and damaging to say that they do indeed, have functioning limbs? Would anybody who calls out the movement as BS instantly be labeled as a bigoted intolerant asshole? Would I be accused of using the slippery slope?


Would I?









Okay, what if I told you it was a real thing? Is it a valid concern or are they just trying to exploit the transgendered community?

WARNING! THIS IS GRAPHIC!!!!!!

babychickabuse.mp4

I laughed my ass off and felt horrible at the same time.

Linky

This has been spreading around furaffinity and it is kind of fucked up. I feel bad for laughing since this cold be considered animal abuse, even though those rats are food for their pet snake.

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Just wondering. Berzerkcommando suggested that I ask you.

Did anybody think about asking Verb if he wanted a thread made about him?

The wind howled like a pack of wolves, its icy turbulence threatened to freeze the skin of any fool who forgot to cover themselves. It was a chill so acidic, that it threatened to crystallize nasal mucus. Dazarobbo's car had just broken down on the expressway and even though ten minutes had just passed, he could already feel the cold seeping in. He pulled out his cell phone to call Triple-A, but being an iPhone, it had been depleted. He knew that he was screwed. He looked around for the nearest building in sight, but the closest thing he could see was a billboard that displayed pro-life propaganda. It filled his chest with fury, the way the pro-lifers showed a baby smiling. They were obviously appealing to the shallow-minded people who liked children. Seeing the sign made him wish he could strangle an infant in the name of woman's rights. But, he put the pro-lifers' duplicity out of his mind. He had a bigger problem.

If he did not get help, he would undoubtedly freeze to death due to global warming. Already the moisture on the windows was crystallizing and obscuring his view. He tried opening the door and making a run for it, but the wind chewed into his thin skin and forced him back inside of the car. After swearing profusely and blaming the republicans for the weather, he tried turning his phone on again, hoping that doing the same thing over and over again would produce different results. Meanwhile, car after car zoomed on by, not bothering to help him out. Daz knew it was dangerous to stay in the car, but it was also just as dangerous to go outside into the cold. He was trapped.

His breath turned into a fog as the degrees rapidly dropped. Curling up into a ball, he wrapped himself with ignorance and tried to get as cozy as he could, hoping that doing nothing would get him out of the situation. Some time had passed, maybe an hour, maybe two, or maybe thirty minutes. There was no way to tell the passage of time because his iPhone was dead and the clock on his car didn't work. It was an analog clock, which represented old-fashioned values. It was inapplicable for the current situation, even if still functioned. The cold began to eat into his ears and toes, causing him to tremble horribly. He yearned for some company to keep him warm, he wished somebody would stop and help him, but the lights kept zooming past his window.

Suddenly, he heard somebody slow down and pull up behind him. A door opened and shut, and Daz could see a silhouette behind the glazed glass. A gloved hand wiped away the frost and a kindly old man peered in with a flashlight.

"Do you need help?" he asked, his voice muffled by the window and by the scarf that he wore around his mouth. Daz was so grateful for  the man's presence. Shivering, he nodded.

"Ok son, I'll get somebody out here to help you out. But it will take them a while to get here and if you stay here, you'll catch a cold. I'm on my way to one of my restaurants. Why don't you come with me and we'll wait for Triple A to pick up your car. I'll even give you one free meal on the house."

Daz was moved by the man's kindness, so much that he had to wipe the tears out of his eyes before they froze on his cheeks. After struggling with the door, he managed to push it open, braking the glaze that had formed. He followed the man through the wind to his car and got in. The stranger removed his hat and scarf to reveal a partially bald head.

"Whoo! It's crazy weather huh?" the man said as he started up his car and drove off. "My name's Dan. I own a chain of restaurants around here. I'll tell my workers to give you a free meal. We've been finding a lot of stragglers in this crazy weather."

"Thank you, thank you so much." Daz said.

"Oh it's no problem. We have to support each other during these difficult times. "

Dan took the next exit and turned right at the light. He described in detail the new menu item they were creating, Cajun breaded chicken, embellished with celery and herbs. Season french fries with a hint of garlic. Daz then realized how hungry he had been. He hadn't eaten since that morning, because of the republicans. They made him forget lunch. It was Bush's fault. But now his mouth watered in anticipation. Dan seemed like an amicable fellow. Smart, yet compassionate. Good humored too. He asked Daz what he was doing and Daz said he was a student and that he was getting into programming. But he became distracted from the conversation when the man pulled into a lot in front of a restaurant whose letters glared red as if they had been spelled out with blood. They said "Chick Fil A."

Daz realized with a terrible epiphany, that the man sitting next to him looked awfully familiar. He was the CEO of the homophobic, racist, brainwashing, restaurant chain, he was Dan T. Cathy. Daz then noticed the crucifix swaying under the mirror, as if taunting him with its vitriol. Instinctively, Daz began to silently pray to Richard Dawkins and Stephen Hawking, hoping that his vibes would summon the wonders of science and logic to save him. He was about to scream at Dan when the CEO opened the door and Daz was hypnotized with a delicious aroma. Delicious fried chicken tempted him and made his mouth run. His stomach gurgled hungrily, making him feel a feral craving for food. The hunger was so overpowering it almost became a spiritual experience. He needed to eat and he needed the warmth. All the other stores around were closed, but Chick fil a glowed like a siren of doom and a sentinel of hope.  Entranced by Dan's cadence, Daz felt his feet were compelled to follow, he ignored the sting of the wind and followed.

When he pushed through the doors, he was not attacked with a wave of homophobia or brainwashing, but with warmth and fidelity. The aromas seduced his senses until he almost felt like a ravenous animal. Dan asked him to take a seat and told one of the waitresses to give him whatever he wanted. The selflessness of the CEO was a horrible duplicity, it was so obvious the man's kindness was not born out of his caring, but for a need to appear good to the public eye. It was all a publicity stunt, that's why several homeless people were in here. It did not matter that Chick Fil A was the only restaurant that took them in, the fact was the chain opposed gay rights. That trumped  any act of selflessness, it was despicable. Daz wish he were back at home with his bucket of sand, so that he could dunk his head in it and keep it there.

He summoned up the willpower to reduce the temptation to submit to Dan's wiles until a menu was placed in front of him. All the delicious food items seemed to taunt him with their succulence. It was too much, he ordered a bit of everything. When the food was brought out to him, he was horrified at its deliciousness. Tears of agony and defeat streamed down his face as he mashed chicken into his mouth and downed it with sprite and self-pity. He had submitted to the evil selflessness of religion, the flavor of the food spread through his mouth and warmed his system like a poison that could only be described as love.  Dan mistook his distress as gratefulness, but what he said next blew Daz's mind. He didn't want anything back from Daz, he didn't ask Daz to spread the word, instead Dan asked him to do the same for somebody else whenever he had a chance.

Daz's paradigms came crashing down before him, images and  preconceptions were shattered. It did not make any sense, why would the CEO of Chick Fil A ask him not to tell anybody of his publicity stunt? Why would he ask him to help somebody in need? It almost seemed like.....Daz had misjudged the man. No. That could not possibly be true, all Christians were evil and oppressive, they did not care about others, but themselves. They only wished to help people when doing so served them. And yet Dan T. Cathy rejected that paradigm. Daz was forced to accept that there was something wrong with him. It could only be one thing......he was hallucinating. George Bush and the republicans have injected him with a drug that causes dementia. He had to do something and quick, before he began to sympathize with unborn babies.

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https://imgur.com/gallery/U4y87qZ

Words fail me.

blap

Yes, I know this game came out years ago, but I recently attempted to play it because I was bored and it was nearby. I remember when this game came out, people said it was some of the scariest shit they played. Being a horror game fanatic, I was all too eager to pick it up and give it a spin. But if I were forced to summarize this glamorized tedium in a bullet point summary, it would look something like this:

*Poor level design

*dull graphics

*cliche villain

*boring jump scares

So here's the story in a nutshell: Some bitch with psychic powers has her kid taken away from her when she gives birth, her kid also has psychic powers or something. This kid grows up, eats people, and becomes a terrorist or something. To be honest, I could not focus on the details of the story because I was distracted by how poor the rest of the aspects of the game were.

Gameplay- F.E.A.R is a first person shooter and in its defense, the gun play is pretty standard run-of-the-mill stuff. So while it's not bad, it doesn't really stand out much either. The biggest thing it brings to the table is the mechanic that enables you to slow down time, allowing your characters reflexes to dodge enemy attacks and make precise shots. You can melee enemies, but your melee attack depends on which gun you are holding, since you attack with the gun's stock. The bigger the gun, the more damage you inflict.

Enemies- While the A.I. in F.E.A.R. is pretty sophisticated, (enemies communicate to each other your position and they are quick to flank you), they are lacking in variety and are boring as hell to fight. This is because they are supposedly all clones that are controlled by the cannibal guy. This means you hear the same voices shouting at you, you hear the same screams as you slaughter them, and you fight against the same tactics. There are some enemies which take you by surprise, such as these guys who can climb on the walls and turn invisible, but they are way too easy to kill.

Level design- This game takes a minimalist approach to level design. In other words, they don't put much color or many details to convince you it's a real place. The levels you are in do not seem to have any logical layout either. I can not tell you how many times I got lost because I did not know I had to jump over a railing at an odd angle or because I was supposed to jump off a few cardboard boxes that looked like part of the scenery. Everything is so drab, gray, and depressing. I don't mean depressing as in the atmosphere, I mean it looks as though little thought went into the aesthetics. A lot of the game had me feeling claustrophobic, and not in the good way either. I didn't feel trapped as much as I felt the game was poorly designed, so there was no way I could find a way to get out of the corridor I was stuck in.

The level transitions come at the weirdest times. You'll be doing a mission when all of a sudden the loading screen pops up to let you know you've completed the level. One particular moment stuck out for me. I was dropped off on a rooftop of a building with skylights. I had to break into the skylights and drop down into the building. I broke the window and jumped in. But before I hit the ground, the loading screen popped up. It wasn't like the level wasn't loaded, I could see all the geometry there. In games like Halo or Call of Duty, the level transitions only after you clearly accomplished a major event. But in F.E.A.R, it feels like they simply tacked them on.

Fear level: Let's face it, unless you are a pussy, F.E.A.R. is not scary. The game tried to borrow from Japanese horror films such as Ringu and Ju-on: The grudge, but it fails so miserably. All of the so-called "scary" moments almost always come with the worst timing and they try way too hard. You get the whole cliche "items falling off shelves" associated with ghosts and poltergeists. The problem is, I am not scared by those items because there has not been any tension. In fact, the first time this happened I did not even notice it because I was too busy fighting the soldiers.

As you continue with the game, you get these flashy images at the weirdest times. And again, no tension built up to them, so I wasn't scared. Voices...or memories, are projected into your head and disturbing images are flashed across your vision. It was as if the game was desperate to scare me. The way these moments are delivered could not fail any harder. These "scary" moments are almost always accompanied by a musical chime or flickering lights, then a shadowy figure would walk across my vision before evaporating, or a bottle of suntan lotion would fall off a shelf.

Eventually, there comes a moment when you find yourself in a hallway filled with blood. Now, it was perfectly normal before, but suddenly it appears to be fucked up. It's a device directly ripped from Silent Hill, only the way they did it is shit. Obviously it's a hallucination so I can't be harmed by it. Also, I don't feel threatened much by these hallucinations and apparitions because I am armed to the teeth with bullets. That's the biggest thing this game gets wrong. Fear only works if you feel like you are in danger. In this game, there was not one moment I felt threatened by the visions Alma Mobley or Samara, or whatever her name is sent to me. The reason games like Silent Hill and Amnesia work so well is because your character has very little to no defense. They know how to build up tension and atmosphere, they don't try to throw it in your face. They let your own mind screw with you, which is how good horror games work. F.E.A.R isn't like that. The entire game throws this shit at you with desperate need, as if to say "Am I scaring you yet? well? Am I? No? How about now?"

There were a few moments that started me, such as this part where I climb down a ladder, only to see a girl standing where I was just standing. But that only worked once. When the apparitions appear, I always knew they were fake, so I just ran right through them without bothering. The scariest thing about F.E.A.R. is that there are people dumb enough to actually think it is scary. And yes I am calling you an idiot if you liked this game.

Curved sideways I mean. I lost about 1.5 inches in the past two years. I am scared as shit now. I have not had it diagnosed, but I hope I don't have scoliosis.

http://tinychat.com/sep7agon

this can't possible go wrong.

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nvm