Read the article as well and this was done by hired archaeologists. The sillier bit is that this is the result of the church being disallowed from reburying the exhumed skeletons. Could you imagine removing hundreds of pounds of skeletons from your basement only to have the government tell you that you have to keep them?
It looks like it snapped off of something larger. Is that dirt in the middle or a completely rusted bolt? I’m curious whether there’s threading at the center beneath the brown.
My first thought was to stick it in acid to get a better look tomorrow, until I read “1800’s - early 1900’s”
I figured you were frustrated by something irl because I didn’t think you were just a colossal dick. My mistake for not blocking a tankie who spends their free time picking fights with people online. Your mod log is gross, and I should have checked it earlier. Blocked
Dude, you’re on a greentext board arguing about a comic you’ve never read because you’re traumatized by irl events. Go talk to someone instead of misinterpreting me and my thoughts as misanthropic.
“John Carpenter’s The Thing plays with the premise that rapidly changing attitudes and malleable thinking will get you killed.”
Sometimes an inherently destructive force is just an inherently destructive force. You can choose to discard the premise of a story to suit a narrative of persecution, or you can read a story that is actually about persecution.
You could try buyitforlife, but you’re right, there aren’t any living headphone communities
Edit: !buyitforlife!buyitforlife@slrpnk.net
Plutocrat? Coming from the trump regime??
Couple of things here, demons aren’t an organic species in frieren, they’re crafted directly from magic itself to kill people. They’re 40k orcs, but slower to breed. They’re human shaped because of Darwinian mechanisms that allowed them to live longer in the shape of humans. Each any every one of them is a sociopath masking it with a malevolently high iq, with psychology of an inherently foreign base.
They’re allowed to exist freely, they choose war at every turn as their base. In fact, their king seeks coexistence and understanding, but does so by genociding humanity for a literal millennium in order to build a psychological basis for humankind’s behavior. Some demon leaders suggested that humanity would be completely wiped out long before their king might finally bridge the gap.
Attempts at coexistence continue to occur, but all turned out to be subterfuge, with the ends being genocide. There’s a vague suggestion that this is a time travel based Douglas Adams-esque god crafted world-computer created to quantize human psychology, but that is also monstrous. Anyway, read the comic if you want to understand.
That’s the one, guess I misremembered the order and origin of events a smidge
Didn’t they lack* any clue about simba being a prince, perceiving himself as a patricidal murderer, or the manipulation? I feel like I remember simba guarding that info
I’ve found incorrect information on there before, but this is just nonsense
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Anonymous
11/03/25(Mon)11:55:56 No.283509426
>>283505479 (OP)
this is just qualityslop. You only like it because it's good
Anonymous
11/03/25(Mon)11:57:10 No.283509466
>>283509426
What?
Got a used business laptop and found a recessed dongle in it. The original owner says they have no clue, that it’s been in there since they got it. There’s no way a dongle is keeping this thing running, is there? I’ve already swapped the OS, if that matters at all
Update: yubikey! Thank you all for the information, I’m definitely still learning
Panel 1: Prince Charming in all his regalia pursues Cinderella as she crests the stairs and rounds a corner. “Don’t go” he yells after her.
Panel 2: He stops at the bottom of the staircase and mumbles to himself in defeat. “No…”
Panel 3. Prince Charming, doused in sweat, peers toward the steps and notices a single glass slipper set on its side. “Hmm” he says to himself, “this is…” he trails off.
Panel 4: the background disappears and we focus entirely upon his face. His expression exudes focus.
Panel 5: The young royal stands at attention, facing away from the steps. Upon his right foot, the glass slipper now sits. “Perfect” he finishes.
Trying a picture to text transcription. Will fix it later, if there are any errors
I have a story that my father told me. It happened to him when I was a highscooler.
> be my father
›live in two storey house
›bedrooms are upstairs, livingroom, kitchen and computer room are downstairs
›nice neighbourhood, but had some unexplained thefts, nothing serious
›sleeping peacefully, when something wakes you up
>look at clock, it's 3 am
>suddenly, stairs creak
›wooden stairs, they creak under weight
>hear it again, just a second, like someone walks step by step or something low weight
›dogs and cats are definately outside
›at this point eyes are open and listening
›see a flash of light coming from the stairs (doors have glass parts)
>hear the creaking again, then one more flash
>finally decides to check it out, can't go back to sleep anyway
>go out of the door, try to reach for the light switch when suddenly a creak
>glance toward stairs in reflex
›see something humanoid on all fours, limbs all twisted, one "hand" grasping a step, holding something in the other
>lock eyes for a second, frozen in fear
>when the thing slightly moves, jump back into room
›run around like a madman, looking for anything that can be used as a weapon
>nothing there, picks up a fucking chair
›storms out, ready to pummel even a tank with the chair
>except there is nothing
>mom is up too at this point, check the house as quiet as possible, so the kids won't wake up
>find nothing, even with lights on
>go back to sleep
He told me next day, asked if I heard anything. I said I didn't, and maybe he just had a nightmare, since mom didn't hear or saw anything. The truth is, I did hear and see everything. You know, I had a curfew at 10 pm, but my parents went to bed before that, so I played some game and finished at 3 am. I used my phone as a light source, only when needed, and went on all fours, because I thought distributing the weight might ease down the creaking. I thought I will die when dad looked at me, but when he went back, I bolted back to my room and pretended I was asleep.
It’s nearly 2026. You can’t just tell people to go back into the closet