Poems in true chronological order by post date
-> file: messages/407 ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── Oy, prophets these days. Always getting riled up so easily. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/408 ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── If our government was of the people, by the people, and for the people, then it would aim to make all of its citizens as rich as it could. A good place to start would be by encouraging deflation, so people could buy more high quality goods on the international markets, and by regulating the power that select few individuals may use to extract wealth and labor from the "lesser" citizens. I don't know about you but I believe that all men are created equal, and it is unconscionable that some may bend others to their will. Liberty, liberty, freedom for me but not for thee, for I am a despot you see, of my own little fiefdom, this palace of renown - I built my playground from the blood and bones of your kin, and I stand here on the high ground. Come at me! See what my army of drones can do. I built them overseas, with an army of slaves that I'm not accountable for. Come at me! See who the police of this nation will protect. I paid for them, after all, with my endless coffers and vaults of inherited wealth. Come at me! See who will believe ye, the media is at my beck and call. Propaganda works on everyone, and everything you see on your phone or TV was written for me. So take care, little one, lest I kill you with a thought. Less than a thought, for you are just a number to me. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/1696 ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── smartphone_max_battery_life = int_to_percent(100 - update_count); ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/1697 ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: karate │ └──────────────────────┘ I do not believe that the responsibility for a safe home can exist in a select few. Certainly the majority is not required to sustain it, but with too few you risk being gray-goo'd by drones uh hordes of undead or something. Is it too much to ask that every ablebodied man and woman knows how to dress a wound? That we all can start a fire, shoot a rifle, tie knots, and grow vegetables? Is it too much to ask that we take responsibility for the cultivation of the legacy of our forefathers, and the protection and nourishment of the earth which bore them? If you don't know how to use a knife, how are you going to feed yourself? If you can't do a push-up, how are you going to defend yourself? If you can't walk for 10 miles or run for 2, then how are you going to be in the right place at the right time? Fighting is optional. In times of peace, it is an honorable contest between two consenting subjects who seek to learn from one another. You must bow to your opponent, for they are your greatest teacher. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/1698 ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────┐ ║ ... anyway, there are tales that are fundamental to the history of the world of │ ║ Azeroth that define the shape of their world. │ ║ │ ║ For example, death incarnate was once a great and mighty paladin. he was the │ ║ brightest, the boldest, and the bravest, but corruption found it's way to his │ ║ heart and he became the very soul of what he most feared. │ ║ │ ║ he came from a nation of peace, of rolling verdant hills full of grain and │ ║ butterflies dancing among the dew-drop laden forest trees. he was a stalwart │ ║ warrior of justice, seeking out peril and disharmony wherever he walked. He, │ ║ being a prince, held great power, and his responsibility was to his people. │ ║ │ ║ When his people were under threat, he reached for the nuclear option, and it │ ║ enslaved him. He then proceeded to slay his own father and claim the throne of │ ║ the land of beauty, and his people failed to stop him. He gray-goo'd the │ ║ populace into a horde of undead, and since they relinquished responsibility for │ ║ defending their homeland they were caught unawares and defence-less. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/1699 ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── ┌────────────────────────┐ │ CW: warcraft-mentioned │ └────────────────────────┘ In engaging in this manner, they are sharpening their skills and talents. Then, when peril strikes their world (everything from a black dragon seizing control of parliment to a flame elemental awakening and threatening to Yellowstone the globe) they are honed and tempered enough to combat them. Power begets power, though, and with greater nuclear proliferation comes greater threats, like an demon alien invasion, the afore-mentioned death incarnate waking up, the elemental forces of hate and despair corrupting the very earth beneath their feet, an evil time-travelling dictator bringing fascism to the Americas before Columbus showed up (along with WW2 tanks and industry), a bunch of ghost pirates and dinosaurs I think? (I was in college for this one srry), more demons, and then I think like, the shadowlands or something idk I hung up the phone when I got the message. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/1700 ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: guns-mentioned │ └──────────────────────┘ In World of Warcraft, the world is split into a red team and a blue team. Neither is good, neither is bad, both are honorable and deplorable in roughly equal measure. These two factions are engaged in constant skirmishes in a select few battlegrounds designated as areas where they test their mettle - at first they warred across the globe, and they still occasionally do, but a few specific battlegrounds emerged as focus points of their engagements. Typically, they are chokepoints between two major fortifications, one owned by one faction and the other the other. These chokepoints are not held permanently, as they hold little strategic consequence. However, they serve as safe, constrained theatres of engagement that allow for the hardening of resolve. Great care must be taken, as war is not a game. Karate won't defeat a puppy-bot with a gun, but it might give you the willpower and discipline to learn how. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────┴───────────┘ |