Gullible

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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?

I usually watch tv while I eat, and quickly realized that horror and bisque aren’t the ideal match. $200 for me.

I’ve been going through some older rpgs, and I’ve found that the tutorials are both entirely out of character and mind numbing. It’s hard not to envision myself taking my time back by violence. Anyone else do something similar or am I peculiar?

Both instances are pointedly political and looking to spread their particular philosophies to the threadiverse. Moreover, their users aren’t exactly winning any awards for charm. Can we put it to a vote before they become a nuisance?

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

I’m starting to get back into the swing of tech at large, and found a business laptop that fits my needs for a portable low power emulation device. When I look to buy it secondhand, because I don’t intend to burn money or the environment unnecessarily, I find dozens of extremely cheap listings without drives. Are these secondhand from businesses removing and drilling the drives or is there something else going on?

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.

>looking for a new president 
>ask RNC booth attendant whether their candidate will start a war with Iran
>he doesn't understand 
>I pull out an illustrated diagram explaining what is and what is not war with Iran 
>he laughs and says "he’s a good candidate, sir"
>elect candidate
>war with Iran

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.

A study on 4chan’s culture, history, and future through the lens of identity in a hostile online space. 10 years later, it proves to be just as apt but, unfortunately, far more broadly applicable.