Ok besides maybe domestic terrorism against corps, but don't tell Jeff Bezos that.
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6 yrs ago
@Blackmist16 There is nothing cooler than bouncing on a homies dick, fam!
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6 yrs ago
Tick tick tock, it's salvia o clock, slapping around Shkreli with my digital cock. 9/11 inside job, click click, spent three fucking hours bouncing on my BOYS DICK
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7 yrs ago
No discord? But I had some really spicy opinions about the blacks!
“Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.
First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind's way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.
Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying 'time heals all wounds' is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.
Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.
Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.”
"“No enemies had ever taken Ankh-Morpork. Well technically they had, quite often; the city welcomed free-spending barbarian invaders, but somehow the puzzled raiders found, after a few days, that they didn't own their horses any more, and within a couple of months they were just another minority group with its own graffiti and food shops.” - Terry Pratchett
Going to recommend a book that I think might be a sci fi classic at this point
Yes, I know, the book cover looks like "Oh great, more space opera shit" but stay with me here.
Humans discover there's no alien life in space. So what do they do? Attempt to uplift monkeys (over several thousand years) to sentience. This goes wrong when the entire plan is sabotaged by terrorists, which results in a war on earth that utterly destroys it and leaves the retrovirus thats intended to lift the monkeys to go haywire and instead uplifts the Portia jumping spider. Then the last remaining Ark ship of humanity starts heading towards the planet...
What separates this from a "oh god the horror, giant sentient spiders" story is the spiders are actually treated as protagonists, just like the humans are. The plot also spans hundreds of years as the ark humans on their ship enter and leave cryosleep and the spiders go through their history from the caveman-spider era to several eras that aren't quite like our history.
It's also becoming a movie directed by the guy who directed the hunger games, but I recommend reading it before then so you can join TEAM SPIDER with me.
@Leidenschaft@Chrononaut I've added my part to the end there. You can be liberal with what you need to do with Pieter, I trust you. I might not be able to add anything else to the Pad for the next three days or so because I'm moving house.
Currently working on it, but gonna have trouble getting into the mindset of a new character that's only had a few paragraphs of lines. TRYING.
I forgot that rape doesn't actually exist in our world.
I forgot that I have the magical power to rape people over the internet. Main reason I felt this was appropriate to be posted here was I'm just guessing that's why, because there was no explanation given at all. Which is increasingly common with web services. We're going to reach a point where any insult is enough for a blacklist.
Got kicked off The Guild Discord, because I told someone to "Get Raped" which is basically the most ethereal insult you could make. Offering 20 bucks to whoever rapes them though. Figure it out.
As a sidenote, anyone who takes that seriously as a threat can also get raped.
Appearance: A five foot ten man with the walk of a man who is, deliberately, trying to make sure you don't notice him. He has the sort of appearance you could pass by on any New York city street. Brown hair, brown eyes, a complexion unmarred of any obvious wounds or blemishes, besides those natural of age. He has a light stubble and normally speaks in a disinterested tone.
Agency/Organization: CIA, Contractor
Education: Stillmans entire known family was his mother who died when he was 14, and he lived with a homeless bum from then on. Most of his education was learned on the street besides for his early elementary education. He's also read a bit himself, but it's easy for him to believe in "wives tales" of historical events. For example, he doesn't think the holocaust happened.
Background: Stillman lived with his single mother who spent most of her time working 60 hours a week at a factory. He often felt alone and would take these feelings out on other kids at school. This lead to him being expelled from Meadow Hill elementary, after he accidently broke another boys ribs.
After his mother died when Stillman was 14 to cancer, Stillman left his home and went off the grid to live with his father instead of joining with social services. His father was a homeless bum, so Stillman spent a lot of time begging with him. He grew into his teens until an twenty year old man he befriended named "Vinny", convinced him to help him sell heroine. This connection helped Stillman and his father keep a steady income for their "home", a tent underneath a bridge. Later, Vinny was killed for stowing away some of the cash he earned for himself, instead of his employers, the Mafia. The Mafia located Stillman and after determining he wasn't also stealing money, they decided that because they didn't have to break a single finger to get him to spill the beans, he could do Vinnys job.
He sold drugs and, due to a natural inclination to violence apparent since his childhood, beat at least four men to unconsciousness when they tried to steal some of his small bags of heroin. The Mafia eventually offered him a small "easy job" acting as a bruiser to a local flower store who had defaulted on their protection payment. He went with a Tommy Sloreski. Stillman played the bad cop, calmly knocking over vases until the man gave them his money, plus interest.
Then the Mafia wanted another job done, similar to the last. Except they wanted Stillman to do this...privately. All he had to do was sneak into a lawyers home and sit on the couch with a loaded shotgun. Then he had to make the man "see reason" (the name of the shotgun), and agree to bring a case in the mafias favor. After given his "rights", aka to not be shot in the dick with a shotgun if he listened to the Mafia, Stillman got the Lawyer to see his side of things.
Inevitably he started getting hired to just kill people, which Stillman thought was a lot more pleasant than making people cry until they gave up. Those jobs, he didn't even need to talk to them. He found the whole human element distasteful on jobs and tried to avoid speaking to people as much as possible.
Stillman eventually had a steady job as a cleaner operating in New York city. He primarily accepted work dealing with mobsters and gangs, but just as often was hired to silence civilian witnesses. One locally famous incident involved a hotwired car being driven into a barbershop, with witnesses claiming they saw a man jump out and climb up a fire escape.
Eventually there was a shakedown of all Mafia affiliates and those connected to their organization. When police discovered his involvement, they raided his apartment, a rundown tenant in a particularly ill-reputed part of Harlem. Inside they found a map of Manhattan with paths that would allow someone to avoid line of site with the street, several teargas grenades (stolen) in a disconnected refrigerator, the complete discography of Sparks, three dvds of Project A-ko, one half (the book had been torn in half for some reason) of Snow Crash, a small figurine of the hindu Goddess Lakshmi, a table for filling empty shells, a parrot in a cage who kept saying "RHYTHM RHYTHM RYTHM THIEF", a baseball signed by film star Steven Seagal, and a record player with a record with The Mock Turtles hit single 'Can You Dig It'. Oh and what looked like a bunch of illegal weapons including a fully automatic ak47.
Stillman was caught about six hours later, walking down the street to his apartment. He was beaten on the way to the station, which police later claimed had happened during the capture and not after. Stillman was placed into a interrogation room. After some interrogation, he managed to hear a heated argument outside of the room. Moments later, a man, clean cut and wearing a suit came in. He explained in no uncertain terms that if Stillman were to accept a job, he would be cleared of all current charges. He accepted.
The job was simple. He was to stop a small airplane and its passengers from reaching a remote pacific island. He was given explicit instructions to "Not speak to any of the passengers". He was given a jacket with an uzi in a hidden compartment inside it. The Uzi was loaded with special rounds. Stillman was told by a shouting Mike to "Shoot Frank in the fucking head. You hear me? The head!" Then he was told "After shooting Frank, in. The. Head. Leave the plane and click the detonator multiple times." The plane itself was pre-rigged with thermite bombs by [undisclosed] agents. He decided the best method for this would be to replace the intended pilot of this plane. He spent about a week on aviation classes, figuring that "I only need need enough skill to fly then crash a plane".
Here is an excerpt from a psych review following this operation.
Tape starts. A is Agent, S is Stillman.
A: "So, what happened on the day of the incident?" S: "Why are you having me tell you what happened again?" A: "For our records. We need to know you did your job correctly." S: "I already told you." A: "Induldge me." S:"Well, first I hit the pilot with a bat before he left his house. Got his uniform, his car keys. Drove down to the airport. I went to one of those little airport fast food places with those cheap pepperoni pizzas-" A: "Skip to being on the plane." S: "Fine. I got on the plane to avoid, speaking to the passengers like you said. We took off, then I set my watch for 10 minutes. At 10 minutes, I dipped the plane towards the rocky mountains. I heard screaming. Really, really loud screaming. I could hear it through the pilot door. It hurt my ears." A: "That was likely just air pressure. You were free-falling, Stillman." S: "Y-yeah. Well, I get kind of nervous right, because we're falling and I need to get out quick and I'm not terribly fond of heights. I shoot the control panel then go towards the door. My hands are shaking and I feel like I'm going to puke. I have the uzi in one hand, so, I open the door. A guys on the other side, holding a dagger." A: "What kind of dagger?" S: "Black, tactical looking." A: "A Kabar. Thank you. Continue." S: "Right. Well, I shoot him, in the chest with the uzi. More than once. I couldn't get a steady shot. He falls over. I step over him, he grabs my ankle. I freak out and shoot him a few more times. But he has that dead mans grip, so I just keep kind of limp walking to the side door. One of them starts trying to run towards me to the pilot chair. I shoot him. I open the passenger door, the winds howling all around me and I can hardly hear anything. I look back, just once to make sure no ones got a parachute. I'm also looking for Frank. Then I see him, Frank and I'm staring at him and he's staring at me." A: "Did you shoot him?" S: "Well, yeah, but before I did he pointed at me and said something.. It might have been the difference in air pressure or just stress, but... but when he spoke, it sounded like everything- ev-er-y-thing- got quiter underneath his voice. I sprayed into his dome and jumped after that."
Afterwards, he refused anything that even remotely sounded like that job. Take a taxi to an abandoned cathedral and climb its dilipated tower to retrieve a mitre? Nope. Go to the Himilayan Mountains and enter a cave system, making as little noise as possible to plant a bomb? Ha ha, no. He only accepted the job of the Blackriver Killer because it sounded like the Green River Killer. What could possibly go wrong?
Personality: Stillman is a very organized man who often exudes a sense of calm. He doesn't like things that go the way he doesn't want them to. Anything that reminds him of the plane incident causes him to freak out. He has a dry sense of humor which makes it hard to tell if he's joking due to his normally serious demeanor.
He doesn't like talking to people much on jobs, because it makes him nervous. He's fairly friendly and talkative in person, but he talks about hurting people so casually that it's offputting to most. He thinks himself a culturally savvy man, saying that he likes chinks and negros as much as the next man. He actually does know a bit about various cultures, but it's usually the stereotypical stuff. He's real into music, but his taste is surprising to most that know him.
He's pretty relaxed when off work and doesn't take too much seriously. This is directly in line with his justification for criminal work, "It's a job." He doesn't like hurting kids, but his version of hurting is "killing them" so he wouldn't be afraid to punch one in the face. He likes animals, but hates dogs.
Skills: Gifted(+5): Stealth, SERE, Adept(+3): Awareness, Persuade, Handguns Average(+2): First Aid, Crafting, Long Guns, Novice(+1): Psychology, Hand to hand, Computer Science, Engine Mechanics
Weaknesses:
Organized: He plans ahead before doing operations and the more variables are introduced the more shaky he gets.
Poor sprinter: He doesn't excercise and can't sprint for very long without having to stop.
Panics: He's quick to freak out if something weird happens and his first fear response is to kill whatever is scaring him.
Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment: Clothing: A black leather trenchcoat, white shirt, blue jeans. Weapons: A glock 21 (.45 acp rounds), and Mossberg 500 sawn off (under the coat). He keeps a razor blade in his back pocket. Tools/Equipment: A bunch of shotgun shells shoved into his pants pockets, and about two magazines for his glock, in his windbreaker. Lockpick. A small music playing speaker device loaded with the entire discography of Sparks and a pair of earbuds.
Operational Clothing/Equipment: Clothing: A bulletproof vest (heavier ceramic), black leather trenchcoat, a department of justice t-shirt from redbubble, a harness (for smoke grenades). Weapons: a glock 21 (added silencer), Mossberg 500 Sawn off (pump action) (under the coat), smoke grenades on bulletproof vest (along with ammunition). Tools/Equipment: Lockpick, garrot wire, a small alarm clock-like device that makes a horrible screaching noise when it goes off, a small music playing speaker device loaded with the entire discography of Sparks among other music.
Appearance: A five foot ten man with the walk of a man who is, deliberately, trying to make sure you don't notice him. He has the sort of appearance you could pass by on any New York city street. Brown hair, brown eyes, a complexion unmarred of any obvious wounds or blemishes, besides those natural of age. He has a light stubble and normally speaks in a disinterested tone.
Agency/Organization: CIA, Contractor
Education: Stillmans entire known family was his mother who died when he was 14, and he lived with a homeless bum from then on. Most of his education was learned on the street besides for his early elementary education. He's also read a bit himself, but it's easy for him to believe in "wives tales" of historical events. For example, he doesn't think the holocaust happened.
Background: Stillman lived with his single mother who spent most of her time working 60 hours a week at a factory. He often felt alone and would take these feelings out on other kids at school. This lead to him being expelled from Meadow Hill elementary, after he accidently broke another boys ribs.
After his mother died when Stillman was 14 to cancer, Stillman left his home and went off the grid to live with his father instead of joining with social services. His father was a homeless bum, so Stillman spent a lot of time begging with him. He grew into his teens until an twenty year old man he befriended named "Vinny", convinced him to help him sell heroine. This connection helped Stillman and his father keep a steady income for their "home", a tent underneath a bridge. Later, Vinny was killed for stowing away some of the cash he earned for himself, instead of his employers, the Mafia. The Mafia located Stillman and after determining he wasn't also stealing money, they decided that because they didn't have to break a single finger to get him to spill the beans, he could do Vinnys job.
He sold drugs and, due to a natural inclination to violence apparent since his childhood, beat at least four men to unconsciousness when they tried to steal some of his small bags of heroin. The Mafia eventually offered him a small "easy job" acting as a bruiser to a local flower store who had defaulted on their protection payment. He went with a Tommy Sloreski. Stillman played the bad cop, calmly knocking over vases until the man gave them his money, plus interest.
Then the Mafia wanted another job done, similar to the last. Except they wanted Stillman to do this...privately. All he had to do was sneak into a lawyers home and sit on the couch with a loaded shotgun. Then he had to make the man "see reason" (the name of the shotgun), and agree to bring a case in the mafias favor. After given his "rights", aka to not be shot in the dick with a shotgun if he listened to the Mafia, Stillman got the Lawyer to see his side of things.
Inevitably he started getting hired to just kill people, which Stillman thought was a lot more pleasant than making people cry until they gave up. Those jobs, he didn't even need to talk to them. He found the whole human element distasteful on jobs and tried to avoid speaking to people as much as possible.
Stillman eventually had a steady job as a cleaner operating in New York city. He primarily accepted work dealing with mobsters and gangs, but just as often was hired to silence civilian witnesses. One locally famous incident involved a hotwired car being driven into a barbershop, with witnesses claiming they saw a man jump out and climb up a fire escape.
Eventually there was a shakedown of all Mafia affiliates and those connected to their organization. When police discovered his involvement, they raided his apartment, a rundown tenant in a particularly ill-reputed part of Harlem. Inside they found a map of Manhattan with paths that would allow someone to avoid line of site with the street, several teargas grenades (stolen) in a disconnected refrigerator, the complete discography of Sparks, three dvds of Project A-ko, one half (the book had been torn in half for some reason) of Snow Crash, a small figurine of the hindu Goddess Lakshmi, a table for filling empty shells, a parrot in a cage who kept saying "RHYTHM RHYTHM RYTHM THIEF", a baseball signed by film star Steven Seagal, and a record player with a record with The Mock Turtles hit single 'Can You Dig It'. Oh and what looked like a bunch of illegal weapons including a fully automatic ak47.
Stillman was caught about six hours later, walking down the street to his apartment. He was beaten on the way to the station, which police later claimed had happened during the capture and not after. Stillman was placed into a interrogation room. After some interrogation, he managed to hear a heated argument outside of the room. Moments later, a man, clean cut and wearing a suit came in. He explained in no uncertain terms that if Stillman were to accept a job, he would be cleared of all current charges. He accepted.
The job was simple. He was to stop a small airplane and its passengers from reaching a remote pacific island. He was given explicit instructions to "Not speak to any of the passengers". He was given a jacket with an uzi in a hidden compartment inside it. The Uzi was loaded with special rounds. Stillman was told by a shouting Mike to "Shoot Frank in the fucking head. You hear me? The head!" Then he was told "After shooting Frank, in. The. Head. Leave the plane and click the detonator multiple times." The plane itself was pre-rigged with thermite bombs by [undisclosed] agents. He decided the best method for this would be to replace the intended pilot of this plane. He spent about a week on aviation classes, figuring that "I only need need enough skill to fly then crash a plane".
Here is an excerpt from a psych review following this operation.
Tape starts. A is Agent, S is Stillman.
A: "So, what happened on the day of the incident?" S: "Why are you having me tell you what happened again?" A: "For our records. We need to know you did your job correctly." S: "I already told you." A: "Induldge me." S:"Well, first I hit the pilot with a bat before he left his house. Got his uniform, his car keys. Drove down to the airport. I went to one of those little airport fast food places with those cheap pepperoni pizzas-" A: "Skip to being on the plane." S: "Fine. I got on the plane to avoid, speaking to the passengers like you said. We took off, then I set my watch for 10 minutes. At 10 minutes, I dipped the plane towards the rocky mountains. I heard screaming. Really, really loud screaming. I could hear it through the pilot door. It hurt my ears." A: "That was likely just air pressure. You were free-falling, Stillman." S: "Y-yeah. Well, I get kind of nervous right, because we're falling and I need to get out quick and I'm not terribly fond of heights. I shoot the control panel then go towards the door. My hands are shaking and I feel like I'm going to puke. I have the uzi in one hand, so, I open the door. A guys on the other side, holding a dagger." A: "What kind of dagger?" S: "Black, tactical looking." A: "A Kabar. Thank you. Continue." S: "Right. Well, I shoot him, in the chest with the uzi. More than once. I couldn't get a steady shot. He falls over. I step over him, he grabs my ankle. I freak out and shoot him a few more times. But he has that dead mans grip, so I just keep kind of limp walking to the side door. One of them starts trying to run towards me to the pilot chair. I shoot him. I open the passenger door, the winds howling all around me and I can hardly hear anything. I look back, just once to make sure no ones got a parachute. I'm also looking for Frank. Then I see him, Frank and I'm staring at him and he's staring at me." A: "Did you shoot him?" S: "Well, yeah, but before I did he pointed at me and said something.. It might have been the difference in air pressure or just stress, but... but when he spoke, it sounded like everything- ev-er-y-thing- got quiter underneath his voice. I sprayed into his dome and jumped after that."
Afterwards, he refused anything that even remotely sounded like that job. Take a taxi to an abandoned cathedral and climb its dilipated tower to retrieve a mitre? Nope. Go to the Himilayan Mountains and enter a cave system, making as little noise as possible to plant a bomb? Ha ha, no. He only accepted the job of the Blackriver Killer because it sounded like the Green River Killer. What could possibly go wrong?
Personality: Stillman is a very organized man who often exudes a sense of calm. He doesn't like things that go the way he doesn't want them to. Anything that reminds him of the plane incident causes him to freak out. He has a dry sense of humor which makes it hard to tell if he's joking due to his normally serious demeanor.
He doesn't like talking to people much on jobs, because it makes him nervous. He's fairly friendly and talkative in person, but he talks about hurting people so casually that it's offputting to most. He thinks himself a culturally savvy man, saying that he likes chinks and negros as much as the next man. He actually does know a bit about various cultures, but it's usually the stereotypical stuff. He's real into music, but his taste is surprising to most that know him.
He's pretty relaxed when off work and doesn't take too much seriously. This is directly in line with his justification for criminal work, "It's a job." He doesn't like hurting kids, but his version of hurting is "killing them" so he wouldn't be afraid to punch one in the face. He likes animals, but hates dogs.
Skills: Gifted(+5): Stealth, SERE, Adept(+3): Awareness, Persuade, Handguns Average(+2): First Aid, Crafting, Long Guns, Novice(+1): Psychology, Hand to hand, Computer Science, Engine Mechanics
Weaknesses:
Organized: He plans ahead before doing operations and the more variables are introduced the more shaky he gets.
Poor sprinter: He doesn't excercise and can't sprint for very long without having to stop.
Panics: He's quick to freak out if something weird happens and his first fear response is to kill whatever is scaring him.
Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment: Clothing: A black leather trenchcoat, white shirt, blue jeans. Weapons: A glock 21 (.45 acp rounds), and Mossberg 500 sawn off (under the coat). He keeps a razor blade in his back pocket. Tools/Equipment: A bunch of shotgun shells shoved into his pants pockets, and about two magazines for his glock, in his windbreaker. Lockpick. A small music playing speaker device loaded with the entire discography of Sparks and a pair of earbuds.
Operational Clothing/Equipment: Clothing: A bulletproof vest (heavier ceramic), black leather trenchcoat, a department of justice t-shirt from redbubble, a harness (for smoke grenades). Weapons: a glock 21 (added silencer), Mossberg 500 Sawn off (pump action) (under the coat), smoke grenades on bulletproof vest (along with ammunition). Tools/Equipment: Lockpick, garrot wire, a small alarm clock-like device that makes a horrible screaching noise when it goes off, a small music playing speaker device loaded with the entire discography of Sparks among other music.
