Hopefully, emphasis on hopefully, I’ll be working on my worldbuilding project. I procrastinated on it long enough, but hopefully I can push myself into getting it done this weekend.

It better be some joke that I’m not aware of, but this just seems pretty shit if they really ARE donating the proceeds to his funeral and talking about not “politicizing” it.

Nurgle is most pleased that John Fetterman waters his grand garden.

Let me guess, it’s gonna be a “No! I’m more racist than you!” competition? Are they gonna try to compete on how many slurs they can throw out? Are they gonna try to maximize their HPPM (Hitler Particles Per Minute)?

Fuckin’ Nazis. What is there to legitimately discuss? The fact that they’re horrible people? Not in a trillion years with them.

Probably just a run-of-the-mill fascist spouting their bullshit, nothing special to my knowledge.

Yeah, on one hand,

But, why was this person apart of Genocide Co. in the first place? It sucks that they got fired for posting something based, but they got fired from fucking Microsoft. Fucking Microsoft. And, they also talk about building / leading(?) the DEI Department, which would be (arguably) engaging in pinkwashing for Microsoft.

Fuck Microsoft, but this person also decided to work at Microsoft, so… I don’t know, what’s the Hexbear party line on “working for huge corporations actively abetting genocide, even if you do questionably good (DEI) work”? I’m pretty sure it’s “fuck you” but I wanna be sure.

Sorry, but this was just a shitpost.

Well, in any case, comrade, I award you with the Order of Blocky Lenin.

Nice. How did On a Rail turn out for you? And what about the expansion packs?

I’m severely confused. Does this mean, like, did you get all the advancements, or does it mean that you completed every Microsoft-affilated bedrock marketplace pack, or??? (disclaimer, I only played Minecraft on mobile, with some experience in both pocket and bedrock, and mostly java in my life)

I dress up as Stalin for Halloween.

I go to the various houses (petite bourgeoisie kulak liberals) and knock on their door.

I make my demand simple. “Trick or treat, lib.”

They say they’ll give me candy, but only a bagful

This is where it gets interesting.

I pull out a comically large burlap sack (each thread was handwoven by a random seamstress in Dudinka) and take all of the candy.

I then denounce them for their reactionary offerings (licorice is rooted in Anglo-Saxon imperialism, don’t @ me) and then give them a single slap across the face.

They then cry.

I am directly responsible for multiple anti-communist laws in my area.

I’ll keep in mind the first part. I also might check out this OSP if you’d care to link to it.

For the second part, it’s not that it’s racist as a concept, it was more-so my prior implementation years ago. I said (in my worldbuilding documents) that it was hordes of entities coming from foreign universes that ravaged the Earth, so I’m pretty sure you can determine how fucking awful and atrocious it is. God, I fucking sucked, and it sucks even more that I’m only now just realizing this…

Yeah, but I said speculative fiction. I was wondering if people bother with creating a set of rules / laws (physics) for their speculative fiction projects, like do they bother creating a complex magic system for their magic or whatever, something along those lines.

Comrade, this clearly violates the Vanguard’s Maximum Limitation Mandate on Cuteness.

The punishment is a snuggle session (seal included)

You can take the leftypol out of 4chan, but you can’t take the 4chan out of leftypol.

“Good afternoon, 47. Your destination is Utah Valley University, where your target is located, a 32-year old man named Charlie Kirk. An infamous political pundent known for going to various colleges and universities to debate and attempt to convince various youths of the merits of right-wing ideology. Other than that, he’s quite the unremarkable man. Our intel leads us to believe he hasn’t hired any armed guards or, for that matter, any dedicated security. He’ll be seated inside of a stand, surrounded by a crowd of hundreds - both sympathizers and opponents, nearly all ineffectual and unarmed. We’ve left a vintage .30-06 hunting rifle near a rooftop for you to utilize, with specially engraved bullets as ordered by the client. It’s a rather simple job, which we wouldn’t normally give to you, but our client has specifically requested your services, for whatever reason. Consider this… a good opportunity to stretch your legs.”

Am I a man to the bone?

No.

Am I a woman to the bone?

No.

I’m bad to the bone.

Fixed it.

Can’t be hotter than the fire ol’ Charlie’s being bathed in right now, in Hell.