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2019-08-23

  • 00:08 UTC Series: A writer writing and sipping coffee - Standing on the corner watching people go by
    Series: A writer writing and sipping coffee - Standing on the corner watching people go by

    street performers

    For a thousand years, writers have been sitting in coffee shops (and bars) writing stories.

    This morning, I am loitering on a street corner, in front of Starbucks, sipping my coffee. I watch a sea of humanity stream out of the Metro train station across the street into the courtyard. So many people. The stream comes in waves lasting two minutes or so. It’s as if the train has an upset stomach and is heaving up people.

    The first thing I notice is everyone pulls out their cell phone as they emerge from underground into the sunshine. They walk on staring at the little screen, Gotta check for messages just in case it's the end of the world and I must save it, like the teen-age girl always does in those alien invasion disaster movies.

    A pair of blonde women emerge. They are holding hands. They are pretty and dressed in professional light grey suits and white blouses. Finance banker types, if you ask me. They kiss, much lip touching and a full length body closeness that comes with new love. Each goes off in separate directions. The new normal in America.

    A young black woman drops her scarf as she crosses the street. An older white man calls out, "Miss!" He bends, his arms flailing wildly - beer belly paunch in the way - picks up the scarf and hands it to her. She smiles and thanks him. We have terrible race problems in America but there is still lots of kindness too.

    A Chinese woman splits from the crowd and stops in front of me. She is middle aged, slender, and short enough that I can see the top of her head and her thinning black hair.

    She looks up at me, hands me a business card, and says an accented, "Where?"

    It’s for some home health care office nearby. I point towards the backside of the building, saying "two blocks," and gesture two fingers in a V.

    She says, "Thank you, thank you," bows a couple of times, and walks on towards the back of the building.

    I am not the only one watching the crowd. The police are here too, a Sergeant and three officers, standing near the station's exit. They are wearing puffy bulletproof vests that gives them a barrel-chested body builder look. Their riot helmets remind me of the ones skateboarders wear - round with slots on the side and probably on top too for cooling air to pass. Their rifles, M16s I think, are slung on their shoulders with the muzzles pointing to the ground. They can swing up the rifles and shoot, very quickly if necessary.

    Another new normal in America -- police officers on city streets dressed in battle gear like soldiers in a war zone.

    Inevitably, my people-watching turns into girl-watching. It’s at moments like this that I appreciate the sartorial splendor of women in short skirts and women, including the thick women, wearing spandex leggings to work.

    A parade of pretty women walk by. Do you suppose pretty girls are lonely? Beautiful women can intimidate guys. I know that some of the pretty women in my office are single, and single for quite some time.

    The women are guy-watching too. It's fair. One or two look me over as I look them over. We are all thinking, Hmm, yummy!

    My deep thought of the day - you rise to your level of beauty or fall to your level of ugliness.

    My reverie is disturbed by a couple yelling at each other, a vigorous debate about where was he last night and how it's none of her business.

    Out of the blue, the lady pulls up her tee with one hand and pulls down her sweat pants with the other.

    She screams, "Take a look at this pussy,"

    Damn, it’s all over before I can take a picture.

    My cell phone chimes in the midst of this excitement. Work calls. It’s a text of my daily TO DO list from the Company.

    submitted by /u/Urban_Blabbermouth to r/worststory
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2019-08-22

  • 15:10 UTC Favourite X songs out there
    1. Okage The Shadow King
    2. Let's Pretend We're Numb
    3. Who The Fuck Is God
    4. RIOT
    5. GXD DAMN 6.UP LIKE AN INSOMNIAC 7.#ProudCatOwner #IHateRappers #IEatPussy 8.Shining Like The Northstar 9.NETHERRACK! 10.You're Thinking Too Much, Stop It

    Honorable mentions

    Tightrope, R U N, Never, Dead Inside, The Fall, Catch, Blasted, Run Up on me and Ghost

    submitted by /u/EveryMess to r/XXXTENTACION
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  • 05:37 UTC (OC) NHL 20 Custom Soundtrack

    The NHL soundtracks used to be the best - I discovered so many of my favourite bands because of NHL 2004, 2005, 07, etc. Nowadays soundtracks are super short, super repetitive, and filled with music that just doesn't work for hockey like "High Hopes" or "NOW MY FAVOURITE COLOUR IS BLUE." Sure you can just turn it off or just play songs you already like on Spotify instead, but you lose out on the discovery and most of all associating certain songs with good memories of playing the game forever. Why should FIFA players get all the fun?

    With that in mind, I decided to put together a 44-song NHL 20 soundtrack on Spotify that can be played using the Spotify app on X1 and PS4. People make and post their own soundtracks sometimes, but a lot of the time it's just their favourite songs or a bunch of songs everybody knows from ages ago and people end up just arguing about music taste. To avoid that, I followed some rules that made those old soundtracks so great:

    • All songs had to be from 2019
    • Mostly rock, punk, and metal (some other genres for diversity but no top 40 pop)
    • Lesser known acts, not just big names
    • Not just songs I personally like - I went out of my way to discover new stuff
    • Include bands from older games (ex. Good Riddance, PUP, Alexisonfire, etc.)

    Here's a link to the playlist. The song list is:

    • Alexisonfire - "Complicit" (CAN)
    • Alter Bridge - "Pay No Mind" (USA)
    • Barns Courtney - "Hollow" (UK)
    • Battles - "Titanium 2 Step" (USA)
    • The Black Keys - "Lo/Hi" (USA)
    • Black Midi - "Talking Heads" (UK)
    • The Chemical Brothers - "We've Got to Try" (UK)
    • Datarock - "The One" (NOR)
    • Denzel Curry - "Bulls on Parade" (USA)
    • DJ Shadow - "Rocket Fuel" (USA)
    • Dog Blood - "Turn Off the Lights" (USA)
    • FEWS - "More Than Ever" (SWE)
    • Foals - "White Onions" (UK)
    • Fontaines DC - "Big" (IRE)
    • Girl Ray - "Show Me More" (UK)
    • Glossii - "Watching Me" (UK)
    • Gnarlah - "Slave" (UK)
    • Good Riddance - "Don't Have Time" (USA)
    • Heavy Lungs - "Jealous" (UK)
    • The Hives - "Good Samaritan" (SWE)
    • HUNNY - "Change Your Mind" (USA)
    • IDLES - "I Dream Guillotine" (UK)
    • Johnny Marr - "The Bright Parade" (UK)
    • King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard - "Self-Immolate" (AU)
    • Lagwagon - "Bubble" (USA)
    • Mannequin Pussy - "F.U.C.A.W." (USA)
    • METZ - "Pure Auto" (CAN)
    • Mudhoney - "One Bad Actor" (USA)
    • The Mysterines - "Take Control" (UK)
    • Pixies - "On Graveyard Hill" (USA)
    • PUP - "Free at Last" (CAN)
    • Refused - "Blood Red" (SWE)
    • Riot City - "Burn the Night" (CAN)
    • Santigold - "Run the Road" (USA)
    • Sebastian - "Beograd" (FR)
    • Sheer Mag - "The Killer" (USA)
    • Sleater-Kinney - "Hurry on Home" (USA)
    • Starcrawler - "Bet My Brains" (USA)
    • Sum 41 - "Out for Blood" (CAN)
    • Ty Segall - "Taste" (USA)
    • The Voidz - "The Eternal Tao" (USA)
    • Volbeat - "Cheapside Sloggers" (DEN)
    • White Lies - "Believe It" (UK)

    Give it a shot! I'll be using it for sure, but I hope a few people here give it a go as well.

    (Also check out my Franchise Mode tracker)

    submitted by /u/jfresh1999 to r/EA_NHL
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2019-08-21

2019-08-16

  • 06:16 UTC I made a podcast about Russia's LGBT pop music (and its importance for the rest Europe)

    Доброе утро, добрый день или добрый вечер! Okay, I lived in Moscow for half a year, but honestly it's better for me if I continue this post in English.. Since a few weeks, my girlfriend and I make a weekly podcast on European politics and culture called "Speaking of Europe" (that is Europe in the broadest sense, not just the EU). Last Tuesday, I interviewed Russian music journalist Roman Gerasimov on the surprisingly successful LGBT pop culture of Russia. We talk about T.a.T.u. and Pussy Riot, and what Russian LGBT music has meant for Europe's music. Anyways, I'd love to hear your opinion and feedback on the episode! I am not Russian myself, so I might make some disturbing generalations that I am not aware of myself. It's for me really important that listeners from the actual relevant country call me out when needed. The interview starts at 11:58, if you want to skip the introduction and the general European news updates (you can also see the timeline in the video description). Have a great weekend! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfgiuvV2eLw

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  • 06:06 UTC I made a podcast about LGBT pop music in Russia (and why it had success in Europe)

    Hey everyone! Since a few weeks, my girlfriend and I make a weekly podcast on European politics and culture called "Speaking of Europe". Last Tuesday, I interviewed Russian music journalist Roman Gerasimov on the surprisingly successful LGBT pop culture in Russia. We talk about T.a.T.u. and Pussy Riot, and what Russian LGBT music has meant for Europe's music. Anyways, I'd love to hear your opinion and feedback on the episode! As a male and heterosexual cisgender I might have not always taken the right position or I may have not asked some questions that should have been asked. So I would value it a lot if any of you would comment on the episode. The interview starts at 11:58, if you want to skip the introduction and the general European news updates (you can also see the timeline in the video description). Have a great weekend!

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfgiuvV2eLw

    submitted by /u/biendeluxe to r/lgbt
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2019-08-12

2019-08-09

2019-08-08

  • 15:56 UTC Portland OR police have finally been given permission by the mayor to fuck up Antifa

    There’s supposed to be a big Antifa riot in downtown Portland OR on the 17th and the mayor has FINALLY given the PPD permission to fuck up antifa. They’re requesting for help from other counties but I’m so happy about this.

    Antifa has been causing hell for everyone and I think it’s about fucking time they get fucked in the ass themselves. They’re a bunch of pussies who group together and act like they’re the victim. They’re the ones beating up elders over their political views, beating up journalists, throwing milkshakes mixed with concrete on innocent individuals which can cause acid burns, looting stores in past riots.

    I want to see them tear gassed, shot with bean bags, rubber bullets, I don’t care, I want to see them fucked over.

    submitted by /u/Meraki_Oenomel208 to r/teenagers
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2019-08-07

  • 11:36 UTC [OC] Every Player Referenced In A Song (5/30 Oklahoma City Thunder)

    Hi Everyone, NEWTHONY TEAMTANO

    Steven Adams:

    SONG: Sada Baby-Skupac

    Tripping off that lean, But I still got my balance

    Poiny tail Steven Adams, I got white boy with Westbrook

    7 in a row, be looking like legends if you let us

    EXPLANATION:

    Steven Adams is giant and white, and “whiteboy” is a type of joint, and Westbrook wears the number “O”, in this case “Ounces”. (Sada Baby is saying that his joints are massive)

    RELEVANCE:

    -599k views on YouTube

    -12.6k views on Genius

    REVIEW:

    Sada Baby is one of my favorite artists. He reps Detroit with pride, and brings so much energy to each track. With his signature ad libs, and his unlimited amount of references makes each track exciting. Sada Baby’s flow on this, especially the second part is insane. The beat is dynamic and bouncy, compliments Sada Baby well. Sada Baby works with R.J Lamont often, and still offers free beats on his YouTube,

    Quality: B+

    Dennis Schröder:

    SONG: Benny The Butcher ft Conway & Westside Gunn-Tom Ford Socks

    Smell like waxin' sour walkin out of Peter Luger

    Streets consumed us, little homie loved to grip his Ruger

    He 17, but he been a shooter like Dennis Schröder

    EXPLANATION:

    Dennis Schroder wears the number 17, and his young homie can shoot at a 32.5% effective rate.

    RELEVANCE:

    -101k views on YouTube

    -0 views on an incomplete [Genius] entry

    REVIEW:

    Really nice instrumental, good use of the violin. The hook by Westside Gunn was pretty good, This track sounds like something Action Bronson would rap over. Conway drops some good bars. Benny The Butcher drops some lines that were trying to be conscious about life on the streets, but really nothing new was said.

    Quality: C

    Nerlens Noel:

    SONG: Army Of Pharaohs-Visual Camouflage

    (Esoteric) I incite a riot when I spit bull, dressed like Pitbull

    Walkin' a lab that swears to God he's a pitbull

    Servin' 'em well, you could get touched

    I got the reach of Nerlens Noel

    EXPLANATION:

    Esoteric is saying he will destroy you in a fight because he has a 7’4 wingspan, so his jabs will likely be too overwhelming

    RELEVANCE:

    -174k views on YouTube

    -10k views on Genius

    REVIEW:

    Army Of Pharaohs is a Philly Based Rap Group, who’s most notable member is Vinnie Paz. The instrumental is simple, ad gives a nice villainous vibe. Apathy starts off the song with an insane flow, and rhyme scheme. Zilla (not from City Morgue) sounds a bit awkward, which negates some of the hard lines he says. Vinnie Paz drops a great verse. Celph Tilted has a really unique sound, and has a nice flow. Esoteric sounds like a Great Value Jay Z, but still has a quality verse.

    Quality: B+

    Terrance Ferguson:

    No matches

    Patrick Patterson:

    SONG: Jack Johnson-Taylor

    Well Peter Patrick pitter Patters on [Patterson] the window

    And Sunny Silhouette won't let him in

    EXPLANATION:

    Jack Johnson made this song in 2009, and is obviously referring to the bank shot skills Patrick Patterson had in his amazing 09 season at Kentucky. Jack Johnson says he was paying homage to Das EFX by using “Pitter” in front of Patterson.

    RELEVANCE: -8.1M views on YouTube

    -10k views on Genius

    REVIEW:

    Well he’s the first non rap artist to be featured on the list, and it’s surprising that the man behind the vibes I felt watching the Curious George movie would reference such an obscure basketball player. I like the raw sound coming from the guitar, and Jack Johnson’s voice is very soothing. His second chorus is off key, but shows raw emotion. The bridge was great, felt unearned nostalgia from it. I liked this song, and my mom probably loves this song.

    Quality: A-

    Abdel Nader:

    No mentions

    Hamidou Diallo:

    Lartiste-Bondy Nord

    Hamidou Diallo, Bondy Nord, tu m'connais pas encore, p'tite pute

    On a déjà tué le match, pas encore compté les buts

    On a rien lâché comme des pits, ils ont bavé comme des chattes

    (Bad Translation:)

    Hamidou Diallo, Bondy Nord [North part of a French Commune]

    You don’t know me yet, little bitch.

    Have already killed the game

    Not counted the goals(?)

    We drop anything like pits(?)

    They drooled like pussies(?)

    EXPLANATION:

    My French is terrible.

    RELEVANCE:

    -182k views on YouTube

    -0 views on Genius

    REVIEW:

    The artist Lartiste sounds like he’s trying to imitate Travis Scott. The instrumental in the beginning sounds influenced heavily by Antidote. It had quality moments in its production , but still sounds a bit flat. Lartiste sounds awkward in my opinion. The hook is too long, and obnoxious. However, Hamidou Diallo has a nice sound, like his ad libs. He flows pretty nicely in a language I can’t understand, and I enjoy the autotune added to him.

    Quality: D+

    Raymond Felton:

    SONG: [Gunna ft Lil Uzi Vert, Young Jordan-At The Hotel]

    (Young Jordan) You got the cards that they dealt you

    They mad a (Nephew) ain't felt them

    Woah, yeah, woah FN is light as a feather

    Hit him two times, Raymond Felton

    We still in the race for the cheddar

    EXPLANATION:

    This line has layers. Raymond Felton was arrested for owning an illegal firearm (which happened to be an FN) and also wears number 2. Race for the cheddar is a double entendre for both grinding for money, but also can be a reference how Raymond Felton will do anything for food.

    RELEVANCE:

    -1.1M views on YouTube

    -75.4k views on Genius

    REVIEW:

    Gunna puts together a great hook with Uzi ad libs in the background. Gunna drops a pretty nice verse for the first half, but the second half of the verse sounds choppy and uninspired. Lil Uzi Vert drops some of the most mind numbingly dumb verses I’ve ever listened to. I’m not expecting Lil Uzi Vert to be MF Doom, but he used a monosyllabic rhyme scheme throughout the whole verse that were obvious and boring. This was a definition of a throwaway verse. Lil Jordan outside of the Raymond Felton bar was confusing. He says “Woah, yeah!” about 12 times in his verse. He is offbeat, and sounds super generic. The instrumental is also very boring, this track is just boring outside of the Raymond Felton line.

    Quality: D

    Alex Abrines:

    No mentions

    Deonte Burton:

    No mentions

    Donte Granthan:

    No mentions

    Jawun Evans:

    No mentions

    Andre Roberson:

    SONG: Jtrey x Lil Ostrich-Say So

    (JTrey) When I get up on the beat, Roberson freethrows

    Talk about bricks

    You can't do 'ish

    Walk up in the bank like Drake from The 6

    EXPLANATION:

    Andre Roberson’s “bricks” a lot of his shots, but the line is confusing because JTrey says that he is not good when he hops on the beat. My theory is that he thinks that “bricks” mean stacks of money instead of large amounts of cocaine (yeugh), which he does not talk about.

    RELEVANCE:

    -13 followers on JTrey’s soundcloud

    -1 view on Genius

    REVIEW:

    JTrey starts off the verse acapella, and it sounded it pretty fun. Once the beat comes in, then imagine a 15 year old white upper middle class kid reading off of his iPhone. That kid would be the feature artist Lil Ostrich, who has horrible flow and delivery, but has some really good one liners and references. The next verse JTrey delivers notes a horrendous drop in audio quality, but a pretty ok verse. Then Lil Ostrich returns, and packages some good lines in abysmal delivery. The instrumental is average, not bad for the level of song the two were making. Hopefully they had fun working on this

    Quality: D

    ACQUISITIONS:

    Chris Paul:

    SONG: BROCKHAMPTON-STAR

    Ride or die like it's Seabiscuit

    Tryna stack like Tobey

    John Wick, I don't leave a witness

    Chris Paul, I'm assistin'

    Ameer go Blake Griffin

    EXPLANATION:

    Don McLennon has the verse before Ameer Vann, and he is expecting Ameer to follow his hard verse with one of his own. Essentially Don is lobbing the mic to Ameer Vann and he slam dunks it then abuses women.

    RELEVANCE:

    -5.6M views on YouTube

    -478.1k views on Genius

    REVIEW:

    The beat is so contagiously bouncy, that there’s no way you can listen to this song without moving your body. Don McLennon’s first verse consists of dropping Pop Culture references throughout that flow so nicely together. Ameer Vann’s verse continues with the Pop Culture theme, and his verse where a really nice dark synth is added, and the beat adds more percussion. Kevin Abstract drops a verse that sounds like a homoerotic comment in r/NBA, but still makes it sound hard. One of the best songs of the decade

    Quality: A+

    Shai Gilgeous Alexander:

    No mentions

    Danilo Gallinari:

    SONG: Action Bronson-Mr Songwriter

    And when we sitting down to dine at least there's two course swimming

    Probably calamari, my young shooter I call him Gallinari

    Still serve the Knicks, nibbles of parmigiani

    EXPLANATION:

    Action Bronson is ordering Italian seafood, so it gives him an excuse to mention that he has shooters that are Italian like Danilo Gallinari. Though he’s not on the Knicks anymore, he’s still beating them. But then again, who isn’t beating the Knicks.

    RELEVANCE:

    -112k views on YouTube

    -5.3k views on Genius

    REVIEW:

    Instrumental samples Connie Stevens, “Mr Songwriter.” Bronson starts off this song with an insane rhyme scheme. Song is happy, and upbeat, while still keeping Bronson’s hardness. Action Bronson at the end of the song makes sure we know all of his aliases which was pretty funny. Only complaint it’s too short.

    Quality: A-

    Mike Muscala:

    SONG: Matt Citron-New Reign

    I'm an Atlanta Hawk boy

    I grip the Mike Muscala rip that shit like panty hose

    I'm Danny Zuko's leather jacket

    EXPLANATION:

    Matt Citron’s weapon of choice is a Finnish WW2 submachine gun, the Suomi KP-31. Mike Muscala wore number 31 on the Hawks.

    RELEVANCE:

    -57 views on a site called Baseshare

    -1 view on Genius

    REVIEW:

    This song took me by total surprise. This instrumental is majestic, I love the drums on this beat. They are very dynamic, and make it sound unique. The vocals in the background are beautiful. This beat would fit very well with Jay Z. Matt Citiron sounds so calm and hungry at the same time. Opened up with a great rhyme scheme, and shows that he has great technique. His flow is insane, and works so well with the beat. His message is great, he’s making music because he’s great at it, while criticizing rappers who only talk about struggle or think that they are bigger than they really are. I’m happy I found this gem.

    Quality: A

    Darius Bazley:

    No mentions

    THUNDER/SUPERSONICS LEGENDS:

    Gary Payton:

    SONG: Tory Lanez-Lucky You (Freestyle)

    I'll be wildin' 'til a (nephew) make about a B in a week

    Fuck (nephews) hating on me

    But I’m Gary Payton, always on the team with the green.

    EXPLANATION:

    Gary Payton is known for trash talking his opponents, and Tory Lanez won’t back down from a challenge.

    RELEVANCE:

    -4.6M views on YouTube

    -87.2k views on Genius

    REVIEW:

    Tory Lanez raps very fast on this, and has some above average rhyme schemes. Despite the difficulty of how fast it was to rap this, this really lacked any hard lines. Most of his bars were, “Well, that makes sense I guess.” The instrumental is boring, and Tory Lanez sounds like a less corny version of Logic but with a worse sounding voice.

    Quality: D+

    Shawn Kemp:

    SONG: J.Cole-Motiv8

    Backin' out the parkin' spot and though the law be on him

    He exempt, Shawn Kemp, he keep that .40 on him

    EXPLANATION:

    Shawn Kemp wore the number 40 and JCole keeps a 40 cal on him.

    RELEVANCE:

    -6.4M views on YouTube

    -531k views on Genius

    REVIEW:

    I like the sample in the beginning, and his first verse is pretty good. The chorus is really annoying, and was played before playoff games on ESPN/ABC. The refrain has the Junior MAFIA get money sample, and that’s pretty neat. The instrumental was pretty groovy, song would be better with a feature and a shorter chorus.

    Quality: C+

    Previous Installments:

    ATL, LAL, GSW, TOR

    NEXT INSTALLMENTS:

    HOU, BOS

    TRAN

    submitted by /u/AdrianMojnarowski to r/nba
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2019-07-31

  • 14:10 UTC Summary of today's stream, for anyone who missed it
    • Ali has fallen out with Rachael, her family and his family
    • Ellie will most likely live with Rachael but he would like to have her
    • He wants to buy up North due to lack of jobs(?) and cheap housing
    • Doesn't want to live in Scotland, as he wants Ellie to have a "sexy accent" and he finds the Scottish accent "dirty" (his words)
    • He's going to Manchester this weekend for a 3 day bender
    • He loves when gay guys hit on him and loves Brighton
    • Denies sucking a dick now, claims he was just trolling Sliker
    • Aim's to stream every day this whole month, but might take a Wednesday off for Rachaels surgery
    • Hates being told to "grow up", life objectives right now are to drink, fuck and party
    • Still aims to go to Texas at 2k subs
    • Still intends to only stream in submode when Riot change their TOS
    • He has now changed a nappy
    • Intends on having 100 children before he dies
    • Got served by a young male viewer in Weatherspoons, who apparently had sexy veiny arms
    • Shit on chat for being no life virgins all stream

      The Brighton 3some:

    • Ali picked up a girl who had only just turned 18 a couple of days before, Ryan also got one. Ross didn't

    • Ali takes her back to the AirBnb, and makes out with her and eats pussy for 3 hours

    • He feels sorry Ross, and invites him into the bedroom. Ross fucks her while Ali watches and drinks

    • Ali says he never sucked dick, but he ate her pussy after Ross had fucked her, that is what he meant by sucking dick

    • The girl gave Ali the hickeys and lots of scratches on his back

    • He didn't wear protection but is certain he didn't get an STD because "she looked clean"

    Feel free to add anything I missed

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2019-07-29

  • 06:55 UTC Fuck off

    You guys really need to man the fuck up at riot games. As much as you hate it the majority of people who play this game are toxic and if your not then your actually mindlessly playing. Your just running around doing your best while just waiting to lose. I can't instruct my teammates give them information without getting banned. Am I toxic? Sure but you really sit there and ban the fuck out of me because my teammates can ignore every single word I say "just to have fun" its not fun they talk just as much shit as I do but im not a fucking pussy. It's a video game. And gaming is changing everyday. There is a reason that spyro(for example) isnt nearly as popping as fortnite. Generations have changed and if your worried about me talking shit to a 10 year old then check their logs too. Generations have changed and now that generations are becoming "harder" that means you morons have to ruin a game that SO MANY SO SO MANY PEOPLE FUCKING LOVED BUT NOW THEY FUCKING HATE IT. THERES A REASON RIOT. This community was built on proving your skill not passive aggressively waiting to lose. Proving your skill made the game so fun but now your banning people who are trying their best to show it.

    #MAKERITOGREATAGAIN

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2019-07-25

  • 18:28 UTC Ihumātao is Jacinda Ardern’s foreshore and seabed moment. And she’s failing.

    https://www.metromag.co.nz/society/society-politics/ihumtao-is-jacinda-arderns-foreshore-and-seabed-moment-and-shes-failing

    "OPINION: As the occupation at Ihumātao continues, Morgan Godfery asks whether Labour learned the lessons of the foreshore and seabed disaster.

    One day a future scientist from the former Auckland isthmus is going to discover a previously unknown cosmic law that made it impossible to build large scale housing in the ancient city’s 21st-century prime. We’re only two years into this government’s first term and Kiwibuild is already a bust. Apartment builds are booming, and borrowing is as cheap as ever, but the city’s car-lovers still prefer their one-story villas and suburban prefabs over a glass box near a public transport hub. And a landmark housing development at Ihumātao, the headland a little north of Auckland Airport, is going the same way as Bastion Point.

    It’s impossible to see how even one home in the 480-home development could go up. Depending on who you read and at what time of the day, there are anywhere between 100 and 1000 kaitiaki (or land protectors) occupying the land the council and its owner, Fletcher Building, designate Special Housing Area 62. Busloads more are arriving from Wellington, the Taranaki, and the Bay of Plenty, probably giving the police chiefs at the South Auckland station the shits. Even with 100 officers manning the line how do you force up to 1000 peaceful protesters off the land?

    The answer is, well, you don’t. But If Fletcher Building really does intend to enforce their trespass order and develop the land it’s the last option left. The soft power operation went nowhere. The development’s tangata whenua backers – the Te Kawerau ā Maki Tribal Authority (TKaM) and the Kīngitanga – sent in more than a dozen kaumatua asking the kaitiaki to leave. They left their Kaitiaki Village – the protest stronghold – but didn’t cede the land. Instead hundreds more came. Even with a backroom media campaign and briefings for key Members of Parliament, few opinion-makers or officeholders are coming out on Fletcher Building’s side.

    It’s embarrassingly one-sided. Foreshore and seabed hero and former Māori Party co-leader Tariana Turia, Bastion Point leader Joe Hawke, activist and lawyer Annette Sykes, activist and former Mana Movement leader Hone Harawira, academic Jane Kelsey, trade union leaders including Robert Reid and Syd Keepa, former broadcaster and Facebook king Pierre Lyndon, singer and actor Stan Walker, Generation Zero, the Auckland Pride Board, ActionStation, the Migrant and Refugee Rights Campaign, and Peace Action are all in support. Even Pussy Riot, the Russian punk rockers, were on hand in March helping deliver the kaitiaki’s 20,000-signature strong petition calling for a halt to development.

    On the other side? Don Brash, probably. And Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern. Kind of. “Ultimately we are falling on the side of the local iwi [who support the housing development] and their position,” she told RNZ. “They are not the ones leading the protest here and so if we come in over the top, it really would be undermining the local iwi in this case.” I say this with love: sorry, nope.

    Only one iwi rūnanga – the TKaM Tribal Authority – backs the development. But the Crown’s own Treaty settlement legislations acknowledge at least three iwi whakapapa to Ihumātao. Do their opinions matter to the Prime Minister? In March, three out the four committee members from the local Marae wrote to Ardern urging her to disestablish Special Housing Area 62. Why are they not “local iwi” too? At the very least four of the five founders from Save Our Unique Landscape (SOUL), the kaitiaki’s central body, whakapapa to Ihumātao as well. Do they not count as the iwi either?

    Of course, the Prime Minister is far too smart and sensitive to public opinion to say anything as brazen as “I back Fletcher Building”. But she may as well have. When 100 officers from the government’s constabulary move in to evict kaitiaki from their own land, and as the head of government you told people you’ll sit this one out, that’s as good as taking Fletcher Building’s side. It’s an intolerable position, especially from a Prime Minister who’ll wrap herself in Māori iconography for the international press. Do you take your kahu huruhuru off when land at Auckland Airport? When the Governor-General said in the Speech from the Throne that your government will work to “honour the original treaty promise” did you have your fingers crossed?

    No one is quite ready to admit it, mostly because no one wants Jacinda Ardern to let them down. But this is the Prime Minister’s foreshore and seabed moment. And so far she’s failing. If everything goes to script from 2004 the next step is a Shrek moment, shaking hands with a celebrity ewe in Morrinsville. Either that or you commit to coming in off the bench. Police cannot make a safe and non-violent move against 1000 resistant kaitiaki, and Fletcher Building will struggle to get even one digger or cement truck past the hundred bodies running a moving blockade. Construction workers, if we even get that far, will surely chuck in their tools after running the protest gauntlet each morning.

    The only person with the power to break the deadlock is Ardern. But every day she takes a pass the costs in delays to New Zealand’s most important legacy company rise. As we enter the second week in the stand-off the likelihood police overact on camera increases. At some point the political costs, especially in the Māori electorates, will put seats at the 2020 general election in play for the Greens, Māori Party, or Mana Movement. In the end if the Prime Minister acts that’s probably the possibility that’ll really force her hand, remembering of course how close we came to a fourth term National Government if it weren’t for Labour’s Tamati Coffey in Waiariki.

    I’m sure a future historian studying hot takes in internet age will think this is all a tickle (“how wrong he was” etc). Politics is always more complex than “she should just do something, eh”. But one thing I’m confident of is solutions to the deadlock at Ihumātao exist. In February, Fletcher Building said they’d consider “serious” offers to purchase the land. In March, SOUL went through past cases with the Māori Affairs Select Committee where the Crown or local councils made purchases of private land, including at the neighbouring Ōtuataua Stonefields. In the 1990s, the old Manukau City Council, Auckland Regional Authority, and Department of Conservation snapped up the ancient stone gardens west of SHA62 designating the land a historic reserve. There’s no reason the Crown couldn’t do something similar tomorrow. Willing seller, willing buyer.

    It’s wonderfully simple if you think about like that. One of the things that strikes me about the occupation and kaitiaki who are turning up in support and solidarity is so many are children and young people. Their moral clarity is magnificent, and it shames the fence sitters who can’t seem to make up their mind between whether they back building on top of the oldest human settlement in Auckland or if they support preserving it. The best example is Labour’s Māori caucus. The MPs seem to be applying a bystander principle. Some tangata whenua at Ihumātao back the development. Others (many, many others) oppose it. When people disagree who can know the truth?

    But this ignores the very reason we elect MPs to Parliament. To take political positions. If we want a mediator we’ll go to a lawyer. The thing I fear, though, is the Māori MPs actually do understand this and their humpty-dumpty-sat-on-a-wall take is preparation for a devastating fall. I’ll concede it’s only telling half the story to say the solution at Ihumātao is simple. Purchasing the land, designating it a reserve of some sort – perhaps carving out a chunk for papakāinga housing – and convening a co-management group to care for it is fine. But in a right-leaning Auckland media market, and with an opportunist opposition in Parliament, the politics of it are ugly.

    This is the reason Ihumātao is Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern’s foreshore and seabed moment. Sooner or later she must make a choice. Either she comes down on the side of the kaitiaki and her mostly Māori constituents appealing for intervention. Or she comes down on the side of the media opinion-makers, opposition, and mostly Pākehā constituents who would punish her for it. The political calculus is grim, but if anyone can make it work it’s Ardern, the finest communicator and empath of her generation, and the Labour leader who told the country at the 2017 election campaign her and her party had learned the lessons of the foreshore and seabed disaster.

    Ihumātao is going to tell us precisely what those lessons learned were."

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2019-07-23

  • 05:36 UTC [Artist Spotlight] - Bikini Kill

    Bikini Kill

    riot grrrl | punk

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    The point band of the early-'90s riot grrrl movement, Olympia, Washington's Bikini Kill exploded onto the male-dominated indie rock scene by fusing the visceral power of punk with the impassioned ideals of feminism. Calling for "Revolution Girl Style Now," the group's fiercely polemical and anthemic music helped give rise to a newly empowered generation of women in rock, presaging the dominance female artists would enjoy throughout the decade.

    Bikini Kill formed in the late '80s at Olympia's liberal Evergreen College, where students Kathleen Hanna, Tobi Vail, and Kathi Wilcox first teamed to publish a feminist fanzine, also dubbed Bikini Kill. Seeking to bring the publication's agenda to life, they decided to form a band, enlisting guitarist Billy Boredom (born William Karren) to round out the lineup. Led by singer/songwriter Hanna, a former stripper, the group laced its incendiary live performances with aggressive political stances that challenged the accepted hierarchy of the underground music community; slam dancers were forced to mosh at the fringes of the stage so that women could remain at the front of the crowd, for example, and female audience members were often invited to take control of the microphone to openly discuss issues of sexual abuse and misconduct.

    In 1991, Bikini Kill issued their first recording, Revolution Girl Style Now, an independently distributed demo cassette. For their first official release, the quartet signed with the aggressively independent Olympia-based label Kill Rock Stars; the Bikini Kill EP, produced by Fugazi's Ian Mackaye, consisted largely of reworked versions of material from the first cassette. In 1992, the band issued Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, a split 12" released with the British group Huggy Bear's Our Troubled Youth on its flip side; a subsequent U.K. tour with Huggy Bear in early 1993 raised the visibility of the riot grrrl groundswell to unprecedented heights, and the movement became the focus of many media outlets on both sides of the Atlantic. When Bikini Kill returned to the U.S., they joined forces with Joan Jett, whom the band held up as an early paragon of riot grrrl aesthetics. Jett produced the group's next single, the bracing "New Radio"/"Rebel Girl," and Hanna returned the favor by co-writing the song "Spinster" for the Jett album Pure and Simple.

    In 1994, Bikini Kill released Pussy Whipped; their most potent effort to date, it featured the songwriting emergence of both Vail and Wilcox, a trend continued on 1996's Reject All American. The group quietly disbanded in early 1998, and Vail, Wilcox, and Boredom went on to form the group the Frumpies, while Hanna released a solo project, Julie Ruin, before assembling the band Le Tigre in 1999. Hanna left Le Tigre in 2005, later revealing that she'd been struggling with Lyme disease. In 2010, Hanna had recovered sufficiently to launch a new band, featuring Kathi Wilcox, which they dubbed the Julie Ruin. The Punk Singer, a documentary on Hanna and her career from Bikini Kill to the Julie Ruin, opened in 2013, and in 2014 Hanna founded a new record label, Bikini Kill Records, devoted to reissuing the band's back catalog and associated projects.


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    Revoultion Girl Style Now! (1991)

    Pussy Whipped (1993)

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2019-07-18

  • 10:13 UTC My city is a shithole.

    I'd like to start this rant by mentioning that Reddit is banned here. Not in this country, I can access it from different parts of the country. But just this city. Interesting.

    The city I live in is Jakarta, Indonesia. Having lived in three different cities (Glasgow, Bangkok, and Jakarta), I can easily say this is the one I fucking hate the most. Here are a multitude of reasons.

    1. The pollution here is unbearable. The amount of damage my fucking lungs have taken since moving here is ridiculous. My friend's mum has Asthma and she actually has to leave the country because it is so bad here. Like, you can physically see it, it's ridiculous.
    2. It's a humanity black hole. The vast majority of men here sit around, smoke around 15 fags a day, randomly shout at people, take pictures of western women and teenagers (I'm not joking). In fact, the amount of catcalling my girlfriend receives on a daily basis is fucking ridiculous. This is made especially worse since I have a majority-female friend group (I'm a male, not particularly a chad, but could easily scare off the majority of people here.), so I am accustomed to having to make them feel better, whilst constantly being on the worry that someone is going to do something to them. What I think is even worse is, the women here are just as bad. Not only will they not do something if a fucking twelve-year-old is being perved on (this is according to my little brother), but they'll actively pull judgemental faces, almost as if they think they deserve it, for wearing a skirt. A FUCKING SKIRT. Everyone moves at the speed of the fucking sloths in Zootopia, and they literally never fucking walk in a straight line. Walking down an escalator? What sort of witchcraft is this? It's honestly like Night of the fucking Dead, and that's when you're in a mall. The borderline pedophilic, zombie-speed walking, people who either think wearing a skirt and fishnets makes you eye-candy and/or a slut, seriously make up the majority of why I hate this country.
    3. Mosque speakers. I don't even need to say why these are annoying. People in the UK and the US are always ranting about people who are "Islamophobic", go fucking live in a Muslim-Majority country and tell me you don't show some resentment to the fucking culture it creates, and yes, it is Islam, neighboring countries here are nowhere near as fucking shite.
    4. Common sense here is non-existent. Wether it's walking at a reasonable pace, the drivers, or you know, nOt TakInG PiCtUrEs oF 14-yEaR-oLd GiRls WhO aReN'T EnTiReLy CoVeReD uP.
    5. And none of them realize this. These are some of the most patriotic people I've ever met. I went to a Liam Gallagher gig, as well as Guns N' Roses gig, and they sang along more to the national anthem than Wonderwall or Sweet Child O' Mine. There is a store called Damn: I Love Indonesia and THEY SELL OUT. WHO WANTS TO WEAR THAT? Patriots are generally retarded in my opinion, but none of them here even begin to deserve it.
    6. The city genuinely reminds me of some of the nicer areas...in fucking Fallout: New Vegas. All the roads are ruined, pavements don't fucking exist, graffiti everywhere (and shit graffiti at that). I walked down to the shop here earlier, and literally came across not one, but two, full plastic bottles of piss. The majority of street animals (cats, Indonesian men turn into pussies around dogs so they are regularly beaten and slaughtered) are missing limbs, eyes, and look fucking withered beyond belief. I don't even like animals, and even I feel so disheartened and honestly disturbed by their treatment here.
    7. Censorship. All porn websites, Reddit, 4chan, Tumblr, among others (I think Kissanime might even be one) are all banned here. On top of that, the Internet speeds are fucking terrible, and during the time of the presidential election, they literally removed everyone's access to social media. All because a few people got killed in a riot. And if that sounds insensitive, it is, I don't care. They died, that shouldn't affect my right to go on the internet.

    I literally have developed into being a shut-in. I don't like going down the street to go to a shop because I don't like treading on barely constructed roads with open manholes, with bottles of piss scattered everywhere, only to be screamed "OH HELLO BULE COME HERE" as I enter the shop to get a fucking Coke. I can't go out to malls with my friends because I can't bear with the staring they (and as a result, I) get for wearing the clothes they were (it's not even slutty, it's standard fucking outfits, except they show *gasp* skin) and being light-skinned. I've been asked to have my photo taken just for being white. That, or I'll just get frustrated because someone will be moving at the speed of a fucking sloth, make a tute or quiet remark, and then I'll be laughed at, like it's my fault. I don't like going outside because the fucking air makes me sick. I can't even get some fucking sleep sometimes, cause the mosques will be blaring out "ALLLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" at 4 in the fucking morning. I can't go on my favorite subreddits, the /mu/ board on 4chan, or even fucking jerk off to porn because of censorship and having to use a VPN, and that's if the wifi even wants to work.

    If you ask why don't I leave, I can't. Literally, my dad teaches at one of the top international schools in the world, that's the only reason I'm here. And the only reason he is here is that the salary is fucking great. That's what westerners do here, they live in the shit conditions to get the great pay, then they dip. It's quite smart actually, but god is it fucking awful. Luckily, I'll have left this shithole by this time next year, my dad has promised. I'm not gonna tell my friends not to wear what they want because of some religious fuckwits and/or pedophiles are gonna stare them up.

    Honestly, what a fucking shithole. NEVER COME HERE.

    But Bali is pretty fucking great lmao.

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2019-07-14

  • 09:16 UTC Attack on Area 51 - Part 1

    John Namath stood in a room facing the curtain, dressed in a suit as he stood poised. Outside he could hear a crowd of people.

    “Ladies, and gentleman,” he heard someone say through the microphone. “John Namath.”

    Taking a deep breath, John strutted through the curtain and out on stage in front of hundreds of people who clapped and cheered for him. There were signs in the crowd, saying things such as We Want The Truth, Aliens Exist, The Government Can’t Lie Anymore, and In John Namath We Trust.

    Waving out to the crowd with a smile, John got to the podium where he waited for the crowd to settle down, then he spoke.

    “For years now, the government have kept the truth of Area 51 hidden from all of you, but no more because we are done with the secrecy! I have the truth!”

    They cheered a little bit.

    “The government-.”

    He was interrupted when a gun went off, and his head busted open. Everyone screamed and panicked, running away from the scene. As chaos erupted, John’s corpse laid on the ground with his brains, and the truth just as dead as he was.

    ***

    “Riots have broken out across the country in response to former government scientist John Namath’s death earlier this week,” the news reporter reported in the newsroom as footage of buildings being burned and protesters clashing with police was shown on the side. “With no answers on Area 51 or the killer, the world may never know the truth.”

    3 MONTHS LATER

    A news anchor is sitting in the newsroom looking at the camera.

    “It’s been 3 months since the murder of scientist of John Namath, and we still have not found out who the killer is. Now things have taken a turn for the worst as we are 5 days away from, as fans call it, the raid on Area 51 where over half a million people plan to storm Area 51 this Saturday in attempt to find out what’s really hidden there,” the anchor reported. “Officials have stated that Area 51 personnel are authorize to use deadly force to trespassers and will do so this Saturday. This is what some people who have signed up for the raid had to say.”

    The camera switched to a few people, many looking young in their mid-20’s.

    “The truth needs to be heard, and that’s what John Namath died for, it’s what he would have wanted. The government is hiding something, like they always have, and we’re fighting to uncover it.”

    “Back to you Karen,” the reporter stated.

    ***

    Wes received his coffee in the coffee shop. As he left, his friend Kyle rushed up to him.

    “Hey Wes man, guess what!” Kyle exclaimed with excitement.

    “What dude?” Wes asked. “You almost made me drop my coffee.

    Kyle was smiling heavily. He showed him a paper with big red bold letters saying the words on top CONGRATULATIONS.

    “Congratulations Kyle Nelson,” Wes read. “You’re contribution and sacrifice will be deeply rewarded. Because of you, the fight for freedom from the lies of an oppressive government will continue. Make preparations because this Saturday you are part of the raid on Area 51.” Wes looked up with shock. “Are you serious?”

    “Yeah, awesome right!”

    “Hell no! You’re going to get killed. What are you thinking?” Wes asked.

    “Dude, come on. Everyone is down with the raid whether they’re going to do it or just stay at home. There’s not a person our age who doesn’t want to know what Area 51 has.”

    “That doesn’t mean you have to commit suicide over it. Does aliens exist do they not? Who knows, and maybe we’ll never know, but this isn’t worth your life.”

    Kyle’s smile faded away.

    “Maybe to you it isn’t, but to me and millions of people it is. Every generation had to fight in something. World War 2, Civil Rights, War on Terrorism, and now it’s our time to fight the government to know the truth. This is the fight of our generation.”

    Wes shook his head.

    “They have machine guns dude,” Wes uttered. “It’s going to be like D-Day expect you won’t have any weapons.”

    “The allies didn’t have almost a million people storming the beach.”

    “Did you fail history,” Wes sighed as they stood there outside the coffee shop.

    Suddenly a man bumped into Wes.

    “Wow,” Wes called out.

    He looked at the man, seeing it was a homeless man or someone who appeared to be homeless. His clothes were ripped and dirty as they smelled. His face had soot on it, and his teeth were really messed up and yellow.

    “Hey watch where you’re going,” Kyle told the hobo.

    The hobo grabbed onto Wes, not letting go of the grip on his arms.

    “Hey let go of me,” Wes told.

    “Listen, you must stop the raid,” the hobo uttered staring into Wes’s eyes. “It will be the end of all of us.”

    “Get off of me!” Wes yelled.

    He shoved the hobo off of him.

    “Bro you got a problem?” Kyle asked stepping up to the hobo.

    The hobo kept backing up.

    “You must stop the raid!” the hobo yelled as he backed into the street. “It will be the end of the world.”

    A car blew its horn and hit the hobo in the street sending his body flying to the ground. When he hit the ground he was bloodied and motionless. The two boys stood there shocked as people came out.

    Moments later, ambulances surrounded the scene where paramedics put the hobo’s body in a body bag. Wes just looked on sad as Kyle was acting normal.

    “Look man, it wasn’t your fault,” Kyle told.

    “I know, it’s just that seeing him get hit brought back memories,” Wes revealed.

    “About your brother?” Kyle assumed.

    Wes nodded his head, and Kyle gave him a pat on his back.

    “It’s all good man, let’s just get on with our day.”

    Later that night, Wes sat behind the computer where he uploaded a video on a forum. It was of him sitting down titled Class Assignment – Why the raid on Area 51 is stupid. He played it back hearing his rant on it, which actually sounded logical. After a few moments he received a few comments which he checked out.

    - Are you autistic?

    - Get a clue asshole.

    - You sound like a pussy.

    Wes shook his head at the comments.

    “Idiots,” he sighed.

    He received another comment, by a username FriendlyGhost316.

    - Finally someone who gets it.

    Suddenly he received a message, and he checked it revealing to be from FriendlyGhost316.

    - You really think the raid is stupid? – FG.

    - Of course. Who the hell would want to rush a compound with machine guns? – T

    - Morons with nothing to live for, but it’s deeper than that. It’s all a ploy – FG

    - What do you mean? – T

    - People are raiding because they believe in conspiracies, but the raid itself is a conspiracy. It’s a conspiracy within a conspiracy. – FG.

    - Honestly you lost me there dude. – T

    - Don’t quit now, because out of all the brainless morons who are just going with it, you and I are the only ones who aren’t. But I’m not because I see the truth. I can explain it all to you in person. – FG.

    - It sounds fun, but you don’t even know who I am. – T.

    - I saw the banner of your school in the video, I’m in the area. We can meet at a coffee shop or something. You’d want to hear this- FG.

    Wes got on his phone and told Kyle the entire story of the exchange.

    “You should meet with him bro,” Kyle told.

    “Why, he can be a crazed killer,” Wes retorted.

    “It’s public. Besides it would be interesting to have for the blog.”

    Wes pondered.

    “Alright,” Wes told before hanging up.

    He got back on the computer where he typed I’m down.

    ***

    “You can’t be serious?” Wes told the man claiming to be FriendlyGhost316 as they sat across each other at the table in the coffee shop.

    “It’s true, all of it,” he repeated.

    “You want me to believe you worked at Area 51 as an IT, never having seen anything classified, yet you were able to record conversations and footage secretly discussing the plans for the raid, without anyone knowing about it?”

    “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” FG316 asserted.

    “This is a waste,” Wes said.

    He began to get up, but FG316, put his hand on him, causing him to sit back down.

    “Look there are people watching my every move,” FG316 told, as he lowered his voice and looked around. “They’re everywhere which is why I couldn’t go to the police or the media with it for they have people inside. But by going to you an outsider, an unknown, it gives some amount of safety for the information I have. I won’t be able to hold onto it any longer as I know they’re closing in on me and it won’t be long before I will disappear, which is why I am trusting you with this.”

    He handed a flash driver slowly under the table into Wes’s hand.

    “It’s everything you need to know, not about Area 51 particularly, but why and how the Raid is all a set up. I’m trusting you with the information as no one will expect you to have it. After seeing your post last night, I realized you’re the best option I have.”

    “For what?” Wes asked confused.

    “To save everyone.”

    FG316 got up and left, leaving Wes stunned as he pondered at the flash drive.

    Back at home as Wes was in the living room eating dinner he heard the news play in the background. Beside him the flash drive was in the trash bin.

    “Authorities have said this man, is responsible for the murder of 5 people at his house, and is on the run. His name is Thomas Gallagher,” the news reporter told.

    Wes peaked the table, and then dropped his fork at what the screen showed. He saw the face and recognized it as FG316. The news went on as Wes stood there stunned. He went into the trash bin and took out the flash drive. In his room he plugged it up to his computer and clicked on the first file. It was dated 6 months ago. The video played.

    Thomas was in the bathroom breathing heavily as he looked at the camera, appearing to be his phone from an angle.

    “This is Thomas Gallagher. If you are watching this then that means I have chosen you to carry on this information,” he told panting. He took a moment to catch his breath as he sounded in distress. “It’s amazing that people can work at the one of the most secured places in the world, yet have such bad security when it comes to their emails. I’m just an IT, but I was able to intercept some emails between top officials here revealing a raid on Area 51.

    That’s right, the officials at Area 51 are planning a raid on their own building. The information doesn’t reveal exactly why, but it’s true as there is a plan. It involves extreme measures to coherence the public to participate without knowing they are behind it. Maybe they’re planning on a heist and are using the raid as a cover up. Or maybe they’re going to use it as an opportunity to test out a top secret weapon. It wouldn’t be the first time our government has done something like this. They exchanged documents in the emails, and I was able to get a hold of them and print them out.

    He showed a bunch of papers at the cameras all labeled TOP SECRET. One was titled Area 51 Raid, and it had the CIA insignia.

    Suddenly the door opened.

    “I have to go,” Thomas whispered.

    He shoved the papers down his pants and walked out. Unknown to him, his phone in his hand was still recording. When he got out the stall he faced a man whose feet were only shown in the video.

    “What the hell are you doing?” the man asked.

    “Nothing,” Thomas responded.

    “Are you talking to yourself again?”

    “Yeah.”

    “I swear you’re a weirdo.”

    Thomas put the phone on the sink revealing the man’s completely body.

    Wes’s jaw dropped when he saw the man’s face.

    “Oh my god,” Wes gasped. “Oh my god!”

    He trembled at the man’s face as his eyes were glued onto the screen. As he stared at the man’s face, flashbacks came back to his mind. Flashbacks of him walking beside a man, and when the man turned to him, he got hit by a car. He still remembered that day holding the man’s hand as he was no longer alive, and he cried over his body. He remembered the pain he felt going to the man’s funeral with his mother, knowing that his brother was dead, and now that face was the same face he saw in the video.

    Later that day, Kyle was in Wes’s room and he had watched the video. Wes was still in disbelief as Kyle was shocked as well.

    “Oh my god, it really is your brother, Heath.”

    “I don’t get it, he’s alive,” Wes revealed. “Why would he not tell anyone?”

    “I can’t believe he works in Area 51!” Kyle exclaimed! “I thought he was a loser, but oh my god, your brother works in Area 51!”

    Wes glared at Kyle causing him to change his tone.

    “Sorry,” Kyle stated more seriously. “You told your mom?”

    “No, and she must not find out until I see him,” Wes responded. “I must get into Area 51.”

    Wes looked up as if he had a revelation with a lightbulb going on in his head.

    “I’m going to join the raid.”

    Kyle grinned hugely, and gave Wes a big pat on the back.

    “That’s what I’m talking about! You’re joining the fight!” Kyle yelled with excitement.

    “This isn’t about the raid. I don’t care about aliens or advance weapons. I want to know the truth about why my brother disappeared and left us.”

    “Hey whatever motivates you, but you’re one of us now,” Kyle claimed still smiling. “You’re in for the fight of the century.”

    ****

    A news reporter stood in front of a camera in the middle of nowhere as thousands of people were seen behind her. There were news vans, cameras, tents, food stands, everything civilization could afford was there at the desert. News reporters interviewed several people with all kinds of bizarre and outrageous reasons for being there.

    Apparently in the months leading up to the raid, religious groups were formed who believed it was mankind’s destiny to create a new species with the aliens, and this raid was a way to that. Some people said they just wanted the technology there, while other’s believed it would be a cool idea to have new alien buddies. Meanwhile, some just wanted to clap some alien cheeks.

    “I am here miles away from Area 51 where the raid is hours from start,” the reporter told. “As you can see people have gathered and are in wait for the leader of the event William Cesar to come. The crowd stretches miles down the area with many people. We are told that other news organizations are here as well as celebrities, Youtubers and video game streamers wanting to film, business owners who have placed bets on the raid, and many more. There are even some self-proclaimed alien hunter groups here.” The reporter saw a group of people with guns in their hands and she went up to them. “You guys call yourself alien hunters. Can you explain what is it that you hope to accomplish here today?”

    The group held assault rifles, and shirts with the American flag on it. On their hats read Get Them Aliens Out.

    “Well unlike everyone else who came here for their own childish reasons,” one of them spoke, seeming to be the leader. He had a southern accent, and a beer belly. “We came here to find them aliens so we can kill them or send them back to whatever planet they came from. Because lord knows that this country doesn’t need any illegal aliens inside of it. If they are inside that compound then they’ve been getting free food, healthcare, and everything else free on my tax dollars. We as American citizens have our tax dollars go towards Area 51, just so aliens can get a free ride. Our tax dollars could go towards homeless vets, but instead it goes towards these aliens. That ends today. Murica!”

    The group hollered and screamed as they let off a few bullets in the air.

    “Throughout the people here, there are some with other reasons,” the reporter told the camera. She went over to a group of young people wearing shirts that said Free the Aliens. “Can you tell me why you’re here?”

    “We want to free the aliens,” one of them spoke. “Those aliens didn’t do anything wrong by being here. They came over here to start a new life, and our government has them locked up against their own will. It’s not right, and when we rescue them, they will be free and proud citizens of this country, because no one is illegal.”

    One of the men from the alien hunter group came over.

    “Do you hear yourself,” he called out. “If you love them so much why won’t you let them stay in your house after you free them huh? I bet you don’t want an alien living next to your family. You don’t know it, or what it’s capable of, but you’re so willing to let a complete stranger who can’t even speak our language live among you. They might even suck your brains out.”

    “I don’t care, it’s better than being a racist like you!” the youngling barked at the man.

    “So you’d let an alien suck your brains out, come into your home and screw your wife in front of you just so you won’t be labeled a racist.”

    “That’s right!” the young man yelled. “Because we don’t have a place for racism in this country anymore. Racist and fascist get beat. No one is illegal!”

    “They can have their way with me!” a girl called out from the group.

    She flashed her boobs at the camera which was instantly blurred out.

    A bunch of stoners who were smoking weed with their eyes lit and red walked into the camera.

    “Hey man, forget all that nonsense,” one of them giggled. “We going in there to take the weapons and come out with foreign whips.”

    “Yeah!” the other stoner exclaimed.

    They all laughed and shook hands.

    “I’m coming in Area 51 walking, but leaving out in a space ship and some mega guns!” another one cheered. “Aye I’m about to rescue an alien and have a new homie. Me and him funa be lighting up them blunts, and then fuck some alien bitches.”

    “Aye, aye,” the other one spoke, slapping his friend on the shoulder. “Imagine they got fine ass alien broads in there with 3 tities like that one movie with Schwarzenegger.”

    They all laughed.

    “Back to you Karen,” the new reporter said to the camera.

    ****

    At Area 51, rows of soldiers were lined up as another soldier with more stars walked up to the front of the line. He moved back and forth glaring at the soldiers.

    “Today is the day, when Heaven and Hell is going to have a long ass waiting line,” the lead soldier talked. “Soon they come! Soon they come to see what’s been lying behind these walls for the decades. Well the only thing they’re going to find is led. I don’t give a shit if it’s your momma rushing, you put that bitch down and bill Uncle Sam the funeral cost. Do you get me?”

    “Sir yes sir!” the soldiers screamed.

    “Good, now move out to your positions!”

    ****

    Hours passed, as the sun was still out. Now more people had join and it looked like an entire army just waiting in rows across the battle field, still with the compound out of sight. Up above news helicopters circled the area with their cameras out. In the middle of the swarm of people, stood Wes and Kyle far from the front and end, just standing there. Kyle has red paint on his face as he was dressed in an army uniform, as Wes was in regular clothes.

    “What are we waiting for?” Wes whispered to Kyle.

    “The leader of the event to get here,” Kyle said as he shook back and forth filled with excitement. "I can't wait for this to go down.”

    Unknown to them a car arrived in the front of the horde. A middle age man got out, and suddenly the crowd erupted in applause and cheers, giving a sound wave that could be heard throughout the area.

    “It’s him, William Cesar,” the camera crew in the helicopter told.

    William got the podium, and the crowd finally settled down.

    “Are you ready?” he yelled into the mic.

    The crowd yelled back.

    “Fuck an intro, and fuck a speech. Let’s get on with this shit,” William declared. “Draw your swords.”

    William took out a sword from the casing on his side followed by everyone else doing the same. As this happened Wes looked around in confusion while Kyle took his sword out. He finally realize people had casings on their sides.

    “Swords? What the hell?” Wes said.

    “Oh yeah, we’re coming in armed, but not with guns. We want to do it the old fashion way.”

    “Why?”

    “They’re legal in all 50 states.”

    “But why didn’t I get one or know about it?”

    “They were sent in the mail when you signed up.”

    Wes looked shocked as he gasped, remembering he never officially signed up.

    “Oh fuck it,” he uttered to himself.

    “To fucking victory!” William screamed.

    He turned around and rushed forward. Everyone else rushed behind him waving their swords as they yelled. As people ran forward William stopped and allowed everyone to move by him. He started laughing in midst of the people moving.

    “Fucking idiots,” William laughed to himself as he turned back. “Have fun getting killed.”

    When he turned around his eyes shat open when someone knocked him down on the ground. He got trampled as people just ran right over him, ignoring him. As more people trampled on him, he started coughing up blood.

    “Help me,” he wheezed reaching out.

    People kept rolling over him, trampling him to death.

    ****

    At the facility, soldiers with assault rifles, stood on top of the building with their guns out. There were more on turrets just pointed out towards the horizon.

    “Wait are we really about to shoot civilians?” one of the soldiers asked.

    “Hey I don’t care,” a soldier on the machine gun turret told. “If they’re stupid enough to think a million unarmed people can stop this 50 caliber, then go right ahead. I’m about to catch some bodies today. I’m talking about Chiraq rapper kind of level.”

    They all laughed.

    “Wait a minute,” one of them spoke causing them to stop laughing. “Do you hear that?”

    They all started listening as they heard a rumble coming closer, and the ground starting shaking.

    “No way,” one of them said.

    One of them used his binoculars and looked out where he saw a horde of people with swords charging.

    “They’re here! Sound the alarm!” the soldier yelled. “Get to your positions!”

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  • 08:43 UTC Attack on Area 51 - Part 1

    A million people storm Area 51, in attempt to see “them aliens”.

    John Namath stood in a room facing the curtain, dressed in a suit as he stood poised. Outside he could hear a crowd of people.

    “Ladies, and gentleman,” he heard someone say through the microphone. “John Namath.”

    Taking a deep breath, John strutted through the curtain and out on stage in front of hundreds of people who clapped and cheered for him. There were signs in the crowd, saying things such as We Want The Truth, Aliens Exist, The Government Can’t Lie Anymore, and In John Namath We Trust.

    Waving out to the crowd with a smile, John got to the podium where he waited for the crowd to settle down, then he spoke.

    “For years now, the government have kept the truth of Area 51 hidden from all of you, but no more because we are done with the secrecy! I have the truth!”

    They cheered a little bit.

    “The government-.”

    He was interrupted when a gun went off, and his head busted open. Everyone screamed and panicked, running away from the scene. As chaos erupted, John’s corpse laid on the ground with his brains, and the truth just as dead as he was.

    ***

    “Riots have broken out across the country in response to former government scientist John Namath’s death earlier this week,” the news reporter reported in the newsroom as footage of buildings being burned and protesters clashing with police was shown on the side. “With no answers on Area 51 or the killer, the world may never know the truth.”

    3 MONTHS LATER

    A news anchor is sitting in the newsroom looking at the camera.

    “It’s been 3 months since the murder of scientist of John Namath, and we still have not found out who the killer is. Now things have taken a turn for the worst as we are 5 days away from, as fans call it, the raid on Area 51 where over half a million people plan to storm Area 51 this Saturday in attempt to find out what’s really hidden there,” the anchor reported. “Officials have stated that Area 51 personnel are authorize to use deadly force to trespassers and will do so this Saturday. This is what some people who have signed up for the raid had to say.”

    The camera switched to a few people, many looking young in their mid-20’s.

    “The truth needs to be heard, and that’s what John Namath died for, it’s what he would have wanted. The government is hiding something, like they always have, and we’re fighting to uncover it.”

    “Back to you Karen,” the reporter stated.

    ***

    Wes received his coffee in the coffee shop. As he left, his friend Kyle rushed up to him.

    “Hey Wes man, guess what!” Kyle exclaimed with excitement.

    “What dude?” Wes asked. “You almost made me drop my coffee.

    Kyle was smiling heavily. He showed him a paper with big red bold letters saying the words on top CONGRATULATIONS.

    “Congratulations Kyle Nelson,” Wes read. “You’re contribution and sacrifice will be deeply rewarded. Because of you, the fight for freedom from the lies of an oppressive government will continue. Make preparations because this Saturday you are part of the raid on Area 51.” Wes looked up with shock. “Are you serious?”

    “Yeah, awesome right!”

    “Hell no! You’re going to get killed. What are you thinking?” Wes asked.

    “Dude, come on. Everyone is down with the raid whether they’re going to do it or just stay at home. There’s not a person our age who doesn’t want to know what Area 51 has.”

    “That doesn’t mean you have to commit suicide over it. Does aliens exist do they not? Who knows, and maybe we’ll never know, but this isn’t worth your life.”

    Kyle’s smile faded away.

    “Maybe to you it isn’t, but to me and millions of people it is. Every generation had to fight in something. World War 2, Civil Rights, War on Terrorism, and now it’s our time to fight the government to know the truth. This is the fight of our generation.”

    Wes shook his head.

    “They have machine guns dude,” Wes uttered. “It’s going to be like D-Day expect you won’t have any weapons.”

    “The allies didn’t have almost a million people storming the beach.”

    “Did you fail history,” Wes sighed as they stood there outside the coffee shop.

    Suddenly a man bumped into Wes.

    “Wow,” Wes called out.

    He looked at the man, seeing it was a homeless man or someone who appeared to be homeless. His clothes were ripped and dirty as they smelled. His face had soot on it, and his teeth were really messed up and yellow.

    “Hey watch where you’re going,” Kyle told the hobo.

    The hobo grabbed onto Wes, not letting go of the grip on his arms.

    “Hey let go of me,” Wes told.

    “Listen, you must stop the raid,” the hobo uttered staring into Wes’s eyes. “It will be the end of all of us.”

    “Get off of me!” Wes yelled.

    He shoved the hobo off of him.

    “Bro you got a problem?” Kyle asked stepping up to the hobo.

    The hobo kept backing up.

    “You must stop the raid!” the hobo yelled as he backed into the street. “It will be the end of the world.”

    A car blew its horn and hit the hobo in the street sending his body flying to the ground. When he hit the ground he was bloodied and motionless. The two boys stood there shocked as people came out.

    Moments later, ambulances surrounded the scene where paramedics put the hobo’s body in a body bag. Wes just looked on sad as Kyle was acting normal.

    “Look man, it wasn’t your fault,” Kyle told.

    “I know, it’s just that seeing him get hit brought back memories,” Wes revealed.

    “About your brother?” Kyle assumed.

    Wes nodded his head, and Kyle gave him a pat on his back.

    “It’s all good man, let’s just get on with our day.”

    Later that night, Wes sat behind the computer where he uploaded a video on a forum. It was of him sitting down titled Class Assignment – Why the raid on Area 51 is stupid. He played it back hearing his rant on it, which actually sounded logical. After a few moments he received a few comments which he checked out.

    - Are you autistic?

    - Get a clue asshole.

    - You sound like a pussy.

    Wes shook his head at the comments.

    “Idiots,” he sighed.

    He received another comment, by a username FriendlyGhost316.

    - Finally someone who gets it.

    Suddenly he received a message, and he checked it revealing to be from FriendlyGhost316.

    - You really think the raid is stupid? – FG.

    - Of course. Who the hell would want to rush a compound with machine guns? – T

    - Morons with nothing to live for, but it’s deeper than that. It’s all a ploy – FG

    - What do you mean? – T

    - People are raiding because they believe in conspiracies, but the raid itself is a conspiracy. It’s a conspiracy within a conspiracy. – FG.

    - Honestly you lost me there dude. – T

    - Don’t quit now, because out of all the brainless morons who are just going with it, you and I are the only ones who aren’t. But I’m not because I see the truth. I can explain it all to you in person. – FG.

    - It sounds fun, but you don’t even know who I am. – T.

    - I saw the banner of your school in the video, I’m in the area. We can meet at a coffee shop or something. You’d want to hear this- FG.

    Wes got on his phone and told Kyle the entire story of the exchange.

    “You should meet with him bro,” Kyle told.

    “Why, he can be a crazed killer,” Wes retorted.

    “It’s public. Besides it would be interesting to have for the blog.”

    Wes pondered.

    “Alright,” Wes told before hanging up.

    He got back on the computer where he typed I’m down.

    ***

    “You can’t be serious?” Wes told the man claiming to be FriendlyGhost316 as they sat across each other at the table in the coffee shop.

    “It’s true, all of it,” he repeated.

    “You want me to believe you worked at Area 51 as an IT, never having seen anything classified, yet you were able to record conversations and footage secretly discussing the plans for the raid, without anyone knowing about it?”

    “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” FG316 asserted.

    “This is a waste,” Wes said.

    He began to get up, but FG316, put his hand on him, causing him to sit back down.

    “Look there are people watching my every move,” FG316 told, as he lowered his voice and looked around. “They’re everywhere which is why I couldn’t go to the police or the media with it for they have people inside. But by going to you an outsider, an unknown, it gives some amount of safety for the information I have. I won’t be able to hold onto it any longer as I know they’re closing in on me and it won’t be long before I will disappear, which is why I am trusting you with this.”

    He handed a flash driver slowly under the table into Wes’s hand.

    “It’s everything you need to know, not about Area 51 particularly, but why and how the Raid is all a set up. I’m trusting you with the information as no one will expect you to have it. After seeing your post last night, I realized you’re the best option I have.”

    “For what?” Wes asked confused.

    “To save everyone.”

    FG316 got up and left, leaving Wes stunned as he pondered at the flash drive.

    Back at home as Wes was in the living room eating dinner he heard the news play in the background. Beside him the flash drive was in the trash bin.

    “Authorities have said this man, is responsible for the murder of 5 people at his house, and is on the run. His name is Thomas Gallagher,” the news reporter told.

    Wes peaked the table, and then dropped his fork at what the screen showed. He saw the face and recognized it as FG316. The news went on as Wes stood there stunned. He went into the trash bin and took out the flash drive. In his room he plugged it up to his computer and clicked on the first file. It was dated 6 months ago. The video played.

    Thomas was in the bathroom breathing heavily as he looked at the camera, appearing to be his phone from an angle.

    “This is Thomas Gallagher. If you are watching this then that means I have chosen you to carry on this information,” he told panting. He took a moment to catch his breath as he sounded in distress. “It’s amazing that people can work at the one of the most secured places in the world, yet have such bad security when it comes to their emails. I’m just an IT, but I was able to intercept some emails between top officials here revealing a raid on Area 51.

    That’s right, the officials at Area 51 are planning a raid on their own building. The information doesn’t reveal exactly why, but it’s true as there is a plan. It involves extreme measures to coherence the public to participate without knowing they are behind it. Maybe they’re planning on a heist and are using the raid as a cover up. Or maybe they’re going to use it as an opportunity to test out a top secret weapon. It wouldn’t be the first time our government has done something like this. They exchanged documents in the emails, and I was able to get a hold of them and print them out.

    He showed a bunch of papers at the cameras all labeled TOP SECRET. One was titled Area 51 Raid*, and it had the CIA insignia.*

    Suddenly the door opened.

    “I have to go,” Thomas whispered.

    He shoved the papers down his pants and walked out. Unknown to him, his phone in his hand was still recording. When he got out the stall he faced a man whose feet were only shown in the video.

    “What the hell are you doing?” the man asked.

    “Nothing,” Thomas responded.

    “Are you talking to yourself again?”

    “Yeah.”

    “I swear you’re a weirdo.”

    Thomas put the phone on the sink revealing the man’s completely body.

    Wes’s jaw dropped when he saw the man’s face.

    “Oh my god,” Wes gasped. “Oh my god!”

    He trembled at the man’s face as his eyes were glued onto the screen. As he stared at the man’s face, flashbacks came back to his mind. Flashbacks of him walking beside a man, and when the man turned to him, he got hit by a car. He still remembered that day holding the man’s hand as he was no longer alive, and he cried over his body. He remembered the pain he felt going to the man’s funeral with his mother, knowing that his brother was dead, and now that face was the same face he saw in the video.

    Later that day, Kyle was in Wes’s room and he had watched the video. Wes was still in disbelief as Kyle was shocked as well.

    “Oh my god, it really is your brother, Heath.”

    “I don’t get it, he’s alive,” Wes revealed. “Why would he not tell anyone?”

    “I can’t believe he works in Area 51!” Kyle exclaimed! “I thought he was a loser, but oh my god, your brother works in Area 51!”

    Wes glared at Kyle causing him to change his tone.

    “Sorry,” Kyle stated more seriously. “You told your mom?”

    “No, and she must not find out until I see him,” Wes responded. “I must get into Area 51.”

    Wes looked up as if he had a revelation with a lightbulb going on in his head.

    “I’m going to join the raid.”

    Kyle grinned hugely, and gave Wes a big pat on the back.

    “That’s what I’m talking about! You’re joining the fight!” Kyle yelled with excitement.

    “This isn’t about the raid. I don’t care about aliens or advance weapons. I want to know the truth about why my brother disappeared and left us.”

    “Hey whatever motivates you, but you’re one of us now,” Kyle claimed still smiling. “You’re in for the fight of the century.”

    ****

    A news reporter stood in front of a camera in the middle of nowhere as thousands of people were seen behind her. There were news vans, cameras, tents, food stands, everything civilization could afford was there at the desert. News reporters interviewed several people with all kinds of bizarre and outrageous reasons for being there.

    Apparently in the months leading up to the raid, religious groups were formed who believed it was mankind’s destiny to create a new species with the aliens, and this raid was a way to that. Some people said they just wanted the technology there, while other’s believed it would be a cool idea to have new alien buddies. Meanwhile, some just wanted to clap some alien cheeks.

    “I am here miles away from Area 51 where the raid is hours from start,” the reporter told. “As you can see people have gathered and are in wait for the leader of the event William Cesar to come. The crowd stretches miles down the area with many people. We are told that other news organizations are here as well as celebrities, Youtubers and video game streamers wanting to film, business owners who have placed bets on the raid, and many more. There are even some self-proclaimed alien hunter groups here.” The reporter saw a group of people with guns in their hands and she went up to them. “You guys call yourself alien hunters. Can you explain what is it that you hope to accomplish here today?”

    The group held assault rifles, and shirts with the American flag on it. On their hats read Get Them Aliens Out.

    “Well unlike everyone else who came here for their own childish reasons,” one of them spoke, seeming to be the leader. He had a southern accent, and a beer belly. “We came here to find them aliens so we can kill them or send them back to whatever planet they came from. Because lord knows that this country doesn’t need any illegal aliens inside of it. If they are inside that compound then they’ve been getting free food, healthcare, and everything else free on my tax dollars. We as American citizens have our tax dollars go towards Area 51, just so aliens can get a free ride. Our tax dollars could go towards homeless vets, but instead it goes towards these aliens. That ends today. Murica!”

    The group hollered and screamed as they let off a few bullets in the air.

    “Throughout the people here, there are some with other reasons,” the reporter told the camera. She went over to a group of young people wearing shirts that said Free the Aliens. “Can you tell me why you’re here?”

    “We want to free the aliens,” one of them spoke. “Those aliens didn’t do anything wrong by being here. They came over here to start a new life, and our government has them locked up against their own will. It’s not right, and when we rescue them, they will be free and proud citizens of this country, because no one is illegal.”

    One of the men from the alien hunter group came over.

    “Do you hear yourself,” he called out. “If you love them so much why won’t you let them stay in your house after you free them huh? I bet you don’t want an alien living next to your family. You don’t know it, or what it’s capable of, but you’re so willing to let a complete stranger who can’t even speak our language live among you. They might even suck your brains out.”

    “I don’t care, it’s better than being a racist like you!” the youngling barked at the man.

    “So you’d let an alien suck your brains out, come into your home and screw your wife in front of you just so you won’t be labeled a racist.”

    “That’s right!” the young man yelled. “Because we don’t have a place for racism in this country anymore. Racist and fascist get beat. No one is illegal!”

    “They can have their way with me!” a girl called out from the group.

    She flashed her boobs at the camera which was instantly blurred out.

    A bunch of stoners who were smoking weed with their eyes lit and red walked into the camera.

    “Hey man, forget all that nonsense,” one of them giggled. “We going in there to take the weapons and come out with foreign whips.”

    “Yeah!” the other stoner exclaimed.

    They all laughed and shook hands.

    “I’m coming in Area 51 walking, but leaving out in a space ship and some mega guns!” another one cheered. “Aye I’m about to rescue an alien and have a new homie. Me and him funa be lighting up them blunts, and then fuck some alien bitches.”

    “Aye, aye,” the other one spoke, slapping his friend on the shoulder. “Imagine they got fine ass alien broads in there with 3 tities like that one movie with Schwarzenegger.”

    They all laughed.

    “Back to you Karen,” the new reporter said to the camera.

    ****

    At Area 51, rows of soldiers were lined up as another soldier with more stars walked up to the front of the line. He moved back and forth glaring at the soldiers.

    “Today is the day, when Heaven and Hell is going to have a long ass waiting line,” the lead soldier talked. “Soon they come! Soon they come to see what’s been lying behind these walls for the decades. Well the only thing they’re going to find is led. I don’t give a shit if it’s your momma rushing, you put that bitch down and bill Uncle Sam the funeral cost. Do you get me?”

    “Sir yes sir!” the soldiers screamed.

    “Good, now move out to your positions!”

    ****

    Hours passed, as the sun was still out. Now more people had join and it looked like an entire army just waiting in rows across the battle field, still with the compound out of sight. Up above news helicopters circled the area with their cameras out. In the middle of the swarm of people, stood Wes and Kyle far from the front and end, just standing there. Kyle has red paint on his face as he was dressed in an army uniform, as Wes was in regular clothes.

    “What are we waiting for?” Wes whispered to Kyle.

    “The leader of the event to get here,” Kyle said as he shook back and forth filled with excitement. "I can't wait for this to go down.”

    Unknown to them a car arrived in the front of the horde. A middle age man got out, and suddenly the crowd erupted in applause and cheers, giving a sound wave that could be heard throughout the area.

    “It’s him, William Cesar,” the camera crew in the helicopter told.

    William got the podium, and the crowd finally settled down.

    “Are you ready?” he yelled into the mic.

    The crowd yelled back.

    “Fuck an intro, and fuck a speech. Let’s get on with this shit,” William declared. “Draw your swords.”

    William took out a sword from the casing on his side followed by everyone else doing the same. As this happened Wes looked around in confusion while Kyle took his sword out. He finally realize people had casings on their sides.

    “Swords? What the hell?” Wes said.

    “Oh yeah, we’re coming in armed, but not with guns. We want to do it the old fashion way.”

    “Why?”

    “They’re legal in all 50 states.”

    “But why didn’t I get one or know about it?”

    “They were sent in the mail when you signed up.”

    Wes looked shocked as he gasped, remembering he never officially signed up.

    “Oh fuck it,” he uttered to himself.

    “To fucking victory!” William screamed.

    He turned around and rushed forward. Everyone else rushed behind him waving their swords as they yelled. As people ran forward William stopped and allowed everyone to move by him. He started laughing in midst of the people moving.

    “Fucking idiots,” William laughed to himself as he turned back. “Have fun getting killed.”

    When he turned around his eyes shat open when someone knocked him down on the ground. He got trampled as people just ran right over him, ignoring him. As more people trampled on him, he started coughing up blood.

    “Help me,” he wheezed reaching out.

    People kept rolling over him, trampling him to death.

    ****

    At the facility, soldiers with assault rifles, stood on top of the building with their guns out. There were more on turrets just pointed out towards the horizon.

    “Wait are we really about to shoot civilians?” one of the soldiers asked.

    “Hey I don’t care,” a soldier on the machine gun turret told. “If they’re stupid enough to think a million unarmed people can stop this 50 caliber, then go right ahead. I’m about to catch some bodies today. I’m talking about Chiraq rapper kind of level.”

    They all laughed.

    “Wait a minute,” one of them spoke causing them to stop laughing. “Do you hear that?”

    They all started listening as they heard a rumble coming closer, and the ground starting shaking.

    “No way,” one of them said.

    One of them used his binoculars and looked out where he saw a horde of people with swords charging.

    “They’re here! Sound the alarm!” the soldier yelled. “Get to your positions!”

    Part 2

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  • 08:12 UTC Attack on Area 51 - Part 1

    A million people storm Area 51, in attempt to see “them aliens”.

    John Namath stood in a room facing the curtain, dressed in a suit as he stood poised. Outside he could hear a crowd of people.

    “Ladies, and gentleman,” he heard someone say through the microphone. “John Namath.”

    Taking a deep breath, John strutted through the curtain and out on stage in front of hundreds of people who clapped and cheered for him. There were signs in the crowd, saying things such as We Want The Truth, Aliens Exist, The Government Can’t Lie Anymore, and In John Namath We Trust.

    Waving out to the crowd with a smile, John got to the podium where he waited for the crowd to settle down, then he spoke.

    “For years now, the government have kept the truth of Area 51 hidden from all of you, but no more because we are done with the secrecy! I have the truth!”

    They cheered a little bit.

    “The government-.”

    He was interrupted when a gun went off, and his head busted open. Everyone screamed and panicked, running away from the scene. As chaos erupted, John’s corpse laid on the ground with his brains, and the truth just as dead as he was.

    ***

    “Riots have broken out across the country in response to former government scientist John Namath’s death earlier this week,” the news reporter reported in the newsroom as footage of buildings being burned and protesters clashing with police was shown on the side. “With no answers on Area 51 or the killer, the world may never know the truth.”

    3 MONTHS LATER

    A news anchor is sitting in the newsroom looking at the camera.

    “It’s been 3 months since the murder of scientist of John Namath, and we still have not found out who the killer is. Now things have taken a turn for the worst as we are 5 days away from, as fans call it, the raid on Area 51 where over half a million people plan to storm Area 51 this Saturday in attempt to find out what’s really hidden there,” the anchor reported. “Officials have stated that Area 51 personnel are authorize to use deadly force to trespassers and will do so this Saturday. This is what some people who have signed up for the raid had to say.”

    The camera switched to a few people, many looking young in their mid-20’s.

    “The truth needs to be heard, and that’s what John Namath died for, it’s what he would have wanted. The government is hiding something, like they always have, and we’re fighting to uncover it.”

    “Back to you Karen,” the reporter stated.

    ***

    Wes received his coffee in the coffee shop. As he left, his friend Kyle rushed up to him.

    “Hey Wes man, guess what!” Kyle exclaimed with excitement.

    “What dude?” Wes asked. “You almost made me drop my coffee.

    Kyle was smiling heavily. He showed him a paper with big red bold letters saying the words on top CONGRATULATIONS.

    “Congratulations Kyle Nelson,” Wes read. “You’re contribution and sacrifice will be deeply rewarded. Because of you, the fight for freedom from the lies of an oppressive government will continue. Make preparations because this Saturday you are part of the raid on Area 51.” Wes looked up with shock. “Are you serious?”

    “Yeah, awesome right!”

    “Hell no! You’re going to get killed. What are you thinking?” Wes asked.

    “Dude, come on. Everyone is down with the raid whether they’re going to do it or just stay at home. There’s not a person our age who doesn’t want to know what Area 51 has.”

    “That doesn’t mean you have to commit suicide over it. Does aliens exist do they not? Who knows, and maybe we’ll never know, but this isn’t worth your life.”

    Kyle’s smile faded away.

    “Maybe to you it isn’t, but to me and millions of people it is. Every generation had to fight in something. World War 2, Civil Rights, War on Terrorism, and now it’s our time to fight the government to know the truth. This is the fight of our generation.”

    Wes shook his head.

    “They have machine guns dude,” Wes uttered. “It’s going to be like D-Day expect you won’t have any weapons.”

    “The allies didn’t have almost a million people storming the beach.”

    “Did you fail history,” Wes sighed as they stood there outside the coffee shop.

    Suddenly a man bumped into Wes.

    “Wow,” Wes called out.

    He looked at the man, seeing it was a homeless man or someone who appeared to be homeless. His clothes were ripped and dirty as they smelled. His face had soot on it, and his teeth were really messed up and yellow.

    “Hey watch where you’re going,” Kyle told the hobo.

    The hobo grabbed onto Wes, not letting go of the grip on his arms.

    “Hey let go of me,” Wes told.

    “Listen, you must stop the raid,” the hobo uttered staring into Wes’s eyes. “It will be the end of all of us.”

    “Get off of me!” Wes yelled.

    He shoved the hobo off of him.

    “Bro you got a problem?” Kyle asked stepping up to the hobo.

    The hobo kept backing up.

    “You must stop the raid!” the hobo yelled as he backed into the street. “It will be the end of the world.”

    A car blew its horn and hit the hobo in the street sending his body flying to the ground. When he hit the ground he was bloodied and motionless. The two boys stood there shocked as people came out.

    Moments later, ambulances surrounded the scene where paramedics put the hobo’s body in a body bag. Wes just looked on sad as Kyle was acting normal.

    “Look man, it wasn’t your fault,” Kyle told.

    “I know, it’s just that seeing him get hit brought back memories,” Wes revealed.

    “About your brother?” Kyle assumed.

    Wes nodded his head, and Kyle gave him a pat on his back.

    “It’s all good man, let’s just get on with our day.”

    Later that night, Wes sat behind the computer where he uploaded a video on a forum. It was of him sitting down titled Class Assignment – Why the raid on Area 51 is stupid. He played it back hearing his rant on it, which actually sounded logical. After a few moments he received a few comments which he checked out.

    - Are you autistic?

    - Get a clue asshole.

    - You sound like a pussy.

    Wes shook his head at the comments.

    “Idiots,” he sighed.

    He received another comment, by a username FriendlyGhost316.

    - Finally someone who gets it.

    Suddenly he received a message, and he checked it revealing to be from FriendlyGhost316.

    - You really think the raid is stupid? – FG.

    - Of course. Who the hell would want to rush a compound with machine guns? – T

    - Morons with nothing to live for, but it’s deeper than that. It’s all a ploy – FG

    - What do you mean? – T

    - People are raiding because they believe in conspiracies, but the raid itself is a conspiracy. It’s a conspiracy within a conspiracy. – FG.

    - Honestly you lost me there dude. – T

    - Don’t quit now, because out of all the brainless morons who are just going with it, you and I are the only ones who aren’t. But I’m not because I see the truth. I can explain it all to you in person. – FG.

    - It sounds fun, but you don’t even know who I am. – T.

    - I saw the banner of your school in the video, I’m in the area. We can meet at a coffee shop or something. You’d want to hear this- FG.

    Wes got on his phone and told Kyle the entire story of the exchange.

    “You should meet with him bro,” Kyle told.

    “Why, he can be a crazed killer,” Wes retorted.

    “It’s public. Besides it would be interesting to have for the blog.”

    Wes pondered.

    “Alright,” Wes told before hanging up.

    He got back on the computer where he typed I’m down.

    ***

    “You can’t be serious?” Wes told the man claiming to be FriendlyGhost316 as they sat across each other at the table in the coffee shop.

    “It’s true, all of it,” he repeated.

    “You want me to believe you worked at Area 51 as an IT, never having seen anything classified, yet you were able to record conversations and footage secretly discussing the plans for the raid, without anyone knowing about it?”

    “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” FG316 asserted.

    “This is a waste,” Wes said.

    He began to get up, but FG316, put his hand on him, causing him to sit back down.

    “Look there are people watching my every move,” FG316 told, as he lowered his voice and looked around. “They’re everywhere which is why I couldn’t go to the police or the media with it for they have people inside. But by going to you an outsider, an unknown, it gives some amount of safety for the information I have. I won’t be able to hold onto it any longer as I know they’re closing in on me and it won’t be long before I will disappear, which is why I am trusting you with this.”

    He handed a flash driver slowly under the table into Wes’s hand.

    “It’s everything you need to know, not about Area 51 particularly, but why and how the Raid is all a set up. I’m trusting you with the information as no one will expect you to have it. After seeing your post last night, I realized you’re the best option I have.”

    “For what?” Wes asked confused.

    “To save everyone.”

    FG316 got up and left, leaving Wes stunned as he pondered at the flash drive.

    Back at home as Wes was in the living room eating dinner he heard the news play in the background. Beside him the flash drive was in the trash bin.

    “Authorities have said this man, is responsible for the murder of 5 people at his house, and is on the run. His name is Thomas Gallagher,” the news reporter told.

    Wes peaked the table, and then dropped his fork at what the screen showed. He saw the face and recognized it as FG316. The news went on as Wes stood there stunned. He went into the trash bin and took out the flash drive. In his room he plugged it up to his computer and clicked on the first file. It was dated 6 months ago. The video played.

    Thomas was in the bathroom breathing heavily as he looked at the camera, appearing to be his phone from an angle.

    “This is Thomas Gallagher. If you are watching this then that means I have chosen you to carry on this information,” he told panting. He took a moment to catch his breath as he sounded in distress. “It’s amazing that people can work at the one of the most secured places in the world, yet have such bad security when it comes to their emails. I’m just an IT, but I was able to intercept some emails between top officials here revealing a raid on Area 51.

    That’s right, the officials at Area 51 are planning a raid on their own building. The information doesn’t reveal exactly why, but it’s true as there is a plan. It involves extreme measures to coherence the public to participate without knowing they are behind it. Maybe they’re planning on a heist and are using the raid as a cover up. Or maybe they’re going to use it as an opportunity to test out a top secret weapon. It wouldn’t be the first time our government has done something like this. They exchanged documents in the emails, and I was able to get a hold of them and print them out.

    He showed a bunch of papers at the cameras all labeled TOP SECRET. One was titled Area 51 Raid*, and it had the CIA insignia.*

    Suddenly the door opened.

    “I have to go,” Thomas whispered.

    He shoved the papers down his pants and walked out. Unknown to him, his phone in his hand was still recording. When he got out the stall he faced a man whose feet were only shown in the video.

    “What the hell are you doing?” the man asked.

    “Nothing,” Thomas responded.

    “Are you talking to yourself again?”

    “Yeah.”

    “I swear you’re a weirdo.”

    Thomas put the phone on the sink revealing the man’s completely body.

    Wes’s jaw dropped when he saw the man’s face.

    “Oh my god,” Wes gasped. “Oh my god!”

    He trembled at the man’s face as his eyes were glued onto the screen. As he stared at the man’s face, flashbacks came back to his mind. Flashbacks of him walking beside a man, and when the man turned to him, he got hit by a car. He still remembered that day holding the man’s hand as he was no longer alive, and he cried over his body. He remembered the pain he felt going to the man’s funeral with his mother, knowing that his brother was dead, and now that face was the same face he saw in the video.

    Later that day, Kyle was in Wes’s room and he had watched the video. Wes was still in disbelief as Kyle was shocked as well.

    “Oh my god, it really is your brother, Heath.”

    “I don’t get it, he’s alive,” Wes revealed. “Why would he not tell anyone?”

    “I can’t believe he works in Area 51!” Kyle exclaimed! “I thought he was a loser, but oh my god, your brother works in Area 51!”

    Wes glared at Kyle causing him to change his tone.

    “Sorry,” Kyle stated more seriously. “You told your mom?”

    “No, and she must not find out until I see him,” Wes responded. “I must get into Area 51.”

    Wes looked up as if he had a revelation with a lightbulb going on in his head.

    “I’m going to join the raid.”

    Kyle grinned hugely, and gave Wes a big pat on the back.

    “That’s what I’m talking about! You’re joining the fight!” Kyle yelled with excitement.

    “This isn’t about the raid. I don’t care about aliens or advance weapons. I want to know the truth about why my brother disappeared and left us.”

    “Hey whatever motivates you, but you’re one of us now,” Kyle claimed still smiling. “You’re in for the fight of the century.”

    ****

    A news reporter stood in front of a camera in the middle of nowhere as thousands of people were seen behind her. There were news vans, cameras, tents, food stands, everything civilization could afford was there at the desert. News reporters interviewed several people with all kinds of bizarre and outrageous reasons for being there.

    Apparently in the months leading up to the raid, religious groups were formed who believed it was mankind’s destiny to create a new species with the aliens, and this raid was a way to that. Some people said they just wanted the technology there, while other’s believed it would be a cool idea to have new alien buddies. Meanwhile, some just wanted to clap some alien cheeks.

    “I am here miles away from Area 51 where the raid is hours from start,” the reporter told. “As you can see people have gathered and are in wait for the leader of the event William Cesar to come. The crowd stretches miles down the area with many people. We are told that other news organizations are here as well as celebrities, Youtubers and video game streamers wanting to film, business owners who have placed bets on the raid, and many more. There are even some self-proclaimed alien hunter groups here.” The reporter saw a group of people with guns in their hands and she went up to them. “You guys call yourself alien hunters. Can you explain what is it that you hope to accomplish here today?”

    The group held assault rifles, and shirts with the American flag on it. On their hats read Get Them Aliens Out.

    “Well unlike everyone else who came here for their own childish reasons,” one of them spoke, seeming to be the leader. He had a southern accent, and a beer belly. “We came here to find them aliens so we can kill them or send them back to whatever planet they came from. Because lord knows that this country doesn’t need any illegal aliens inside of it. If they are inside that compound then they’ve been getting free food, healthcare, and everything else free on my tax dollars. We as American citizens have our tax dollars go towards Area 51, just so aliens can get a free ride. Our tax dollars could go towards homeless vets, but instead it goes towards these aliens. That ends today. Murica!”

    The group hollered and screamed as they let off a few bullets in the air.

    “Throughout the people here, there are some with other reasons,” the reporter told the camera. She went over to a group of young people wearing shirts that said Free the Aliens. “Can you tell me why you’re here?”

    “We want to free the aliens,” one of them spoke. “Those aliens didn’t do anything wrong by being here. They came over here to start a new life, and our government has them locked up against their own will. It’s not right, and when we rescue them, they will be free and proud citizens of this country, because no one is illegal.”

    One of the men from the alien hunter group came over.

    “Do you hear yourself,” he called out. “If you love them so much why won’t you let them stay in your house after you free them huh? I bet you don’t want an alien living next to your family. You don’t know it, or what it’s capable of, but you’re so willing to let a complete stranger who can’t even speak our language live among you. They might even suck your brains out.”

    “I don’t care, it’s better than being a racist like you!” the youngling barked at the man.

    “So you’d let an alien suck your brains out, come into your home and screw your wife in front of you just so you won’t be labeled a racist.”

    “That’s right!” the young man yelled. “Because we don’t have a place for racism in this country anymore. Racist and fascist get beat. No one is illegal!”

    “They can have their way with me!” a girl called out from the group.

    She flashed her boobs at the camera which was instantly blurred out.

    A bunch of stoners who were smoking weed with their eyes lit and red walked into the camera.

    “Hey man, forget all that nonsense,” one of them giggled. “We going in there to take the weapons and come out with foreign whips.”

    “Yeah!” the other stoner exclaimed.

    They all laughed and shook hands.

    “I’m coming in Area 51 walking, but leaving out in a space ship and some mega guns!” another one cheered. “Aye I’m about to rescue an alien and have a new homie. Me and him funa be lighting up them blunts, and then fuck some alien bitches.”

    “Aye, aye,” the other one spoke, slapping his friend on the shoulder. “Imagine they got fine ass alien broads in there with 3 tities like that one movie with Schwarzenegger.”

    They all laughed.

    “Back to you Karen,” the new reporter said to the camera.

    ****

    At Area 51, rows of soldiers were lined up as another soldier with more stars walked up to the front of the line. He moved back and forth glaring at the soldiers.

    “Today is the day, when Heaven and Hell is going to have a long ass waiting line,” the lead soldier talked. “Soon they come! Soon they come to see what’s been lying behind these walls for the decades. Well the only thing they’re going to find is led. I don’t give a shit if it’s your momma rushing, you put that bitch down and bill Uncle Sam the funeral cost. Do you get me?”

    “Sir yes sir!” the soldiers screamed.

    “Good, now move out to your positions!”

    ****

    Hours passed, as the sun was still out. Now more people had join and it looked like an entire army just waiting in rows across the battle field, still with the compound out of sight. Up above news helicopters circled the area with their cameras out. In the middle of the swarm of people, stood Wes and Kyle far from the front and end, just standing there. Kyle has red paint on his face as he was dressed in an army uniform, as Wes was in regular clothes.

    “What are we waiting for?” Wes whispered to Kyle.

    “The leader of the event to get here,” Kyle said as he shook back and forth filled with excitement. "I can't wait for this to go down.”

    Unknown to them a car arrived in the front of the horde. A middle age man got out, and suddenly the crowd erupted in applause and cheers, giving a sound wave that could be heard throughout the area.

    “It’s him, William Cesar,” the camera crew in the helicopter told.

    William got the podium, and the crowd finally settled down.

    “Are you ready?” he yelled into the mic.

    The crowd yelled back.

    “Fuck an intro, and fuck a speech. Let’s get on with this shit,” William declared. “Draw your swords.”

    William took out a sword from the casing on his side followed by everyone else doing the same. As this happened Wes looked around in confusion while Kyle took his sword out. He finally realize people had casings on their sides.

    “Swords? What the hell?” Wes said.

    “Oh yeah, we’re coming in armed, but not with guns. We want to do it the old fashion way.”

    “Why?”

    “They’re legal in all 50 states.”

    “But why didn’t I get one or know about it?”

    “They were sent in the mail when you signed up.”

    Wes looked shocked as he gasped, remembering he never officially signed up.

    “Oh fuck it,” he uttered to himself.

    “To fucking victory!” William screamed.

    He turned around and rushed forward. Everyone else rushed behind him waving their swords as they yelled. As people ran forward William stopped and allowed everyone to move by him. He started laughing in midst of the people moving.

    “Fucking idiots,” William laughed to himself as he turned back. “Have fun getting killed.”

    When he turned around his eyes shat open when someone knocked him down on the ground. He got trampled as people just ran right over him, ignoring him. As more people trampled on him, he started coughing up blood.

    “Help me,” he wheezed reaching out.

    People kept rolling over him, trampling him to death.

    ****

    At the facility, soldiers with assault rifles, stood on top of the building with their guns out. There were more on turrets just pointed out towards the horizon.

    “Wait are we really about to shoot civilians?” one of the soldiers asked.

    “Hey I don’t care,” a soldier on the machine gun turret told. “If they’re stupid enough to think a million unarmed people can stop this 50 caliber, then go right ahead. I’m about to catch some bodies today. I’m talking about Chiraq rapper kind of level.”

    They all laughed.

    “Wait a minute,” one of them spoke causing them to stop laughing. “Do you hear that?”

    They all started listening as they heard a rumble coming closer, and the ground starting shaking.

    “No way,” one of them said.

    One of them used his binoculars and looked out where he saw a horde of people with swords charging.

    “They’re here! Sound the alarm!” the soldier yelled. “Get to your positions!”

    Part 2

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2019-07-12

  • 05:22 UTC So Pussy Riot was fun

    I had a great time at the concert last night, especially after they worked out the glitch with the visuals. Pussy Riot isn't really my type of music but I had a blast.

    But just so y'all know, the person posting on here trying to sell tickets was just getting cell phone numbers, collecting descriptions of what the individuals trying to purchase tickets looked like, and proceeded to text them some minor threats.

    To u/Keto_karl, I hope you learn a healthier way to deal with differences of opinions. I hope you know I'll judge all pro-lifers as scum such as yourself. I'll fight that much harder to support women's rights and their choices thanks to you, you dick.

    TLDR Be safe people suck.

    Edit: All of those with pro-life stance are not scum, only those who resort to these tactics. Sorry for my harsh and un-true words and thanks for keeping me straight.

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2019-07-11

  • 06:30 UTC I detest League of Legends and is the worst game ever made. [Not interested in rebuttals]

    TL;DR LoL is not competwtive by nature, is boring, takes little to no skill whatsoever, is immensely toxic and is infested with smurfs. Riot doesn't even attempt to fox these when they've shown that in specific and personal cases they can. Fuck LoL.

    Out of all major games and titles I've ever played, this is by far the worst.

    The gameplay is absolutely horrible. It is just straight up boring buttonmashing. Mortal Kombat X has more gameplay, or at least is more entertaining and MKX is just not a good game. You can learn and be a bit better than anyone else, but buttonmashing is just good enough to get you into a higher ranks/leagues/whatever. Now change the context from MKX to LoL in that last sentence and show me where it doesn't hold up.

    Now I'd like to add that I prefer games which take, you know, skill. By that I mean R6S and other highly competetive FPS titles, to an extent even CSGO. However, all of these games still have the trial and error part, steep learning curves and especially gamesense. But LoL has nothing going for it but gamesense. In CSGO you need to know how to throw insane Kobe smokes and in R6S you need to know the head level, look under the window for Frost mats and look out for Valk cams. That is the gamesense part but you still need good aim. Good aim that can be carried over from other games. LoL doesn't have that skill aspect. Yeah you need to have game knowledge but mechanical skill is completely irrelevant. Simply put, you can develop skill in this game by watching YT videos, something you can't just skip in actual skill based games.

    The community might be the worst of any game I have ever seen and as you might be able to tell, I don't play games with too nice playerbases. LoL is full of cunts and smurfs. This was my first moba that I put more than 48 hours into and let me tell you, there's a reason why there are no new players in this cancer of a game. There are pathetic cunts who don't play ranked because they are pussies, yet they sit back and play armchair general. League of Legends has the worst community of seasoned players I've ever encountered

    About 1/3 of the playerbase is just smurfs, no questions asked. These are the degenerates that believe they are in the top 100 best players and can't get out of fucking gold III because of their team. Of course I shred them, they fucking suck at this game, yet when I started they destroyed me and acted all great. Fuck off. Riot can easily fix this, 1 account/IP or hardware. They did this with Tyler1, they IP banned AND hardware banned him, yet they don't give enough of a fuck to do this to the player base. Fuck Riot

    As a final note, I'm really not interested in LoL fanboys' rebuttals. I would've posted this on r/changemyview if that were the case. Do not bother trying to defend LoL, I will simply block you. I only wanted to say this. If you don't agree with me, I don't care about your opinion, because that's how I'm going to do this.

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2019-07-10

  • 18:23 UTC Pussy Riot Tickets

    Hello r/Birmingham!

    I'm a recent transplant to from Atlanta and don't ever really post on reddit. I was fortunate enough to see the post on here about pussy riot right when tickets went on sale about a month ago.

    I bought 2 tickets for me and my girlfriend but it looks like she will be stuck in Atlanta tomorrow and unable to make the drive for the show.

    If anyone thinks that they would want to buy two tickets just send me a pm and we can figure out the details. Sorry if format sucks I'm on mobile.

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2008-01-25

  • 01:37 UTC Anarchism: Beneath the pavement, the beach
    Anarchism is a social movement that seeks liberation from oppressive systems of control including but not limited to the state, capitalism, racism, sexism, speciesism, and religion. Anarchists advocate a self-managed, classless, stateless society without borders, bosses, or rulers where everyone takes collective responsibility for the health and prosperity of themselves and the environment.

2008-01-24

  • 19:18 UTC World News
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