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To those about to work, I salute you. *insert AC-DC* o7

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Warframe story time~

Once upon a time, back in the days before crossplay, when consoles were naught but bands of brothers, one of our gathering hubs was Maroo's Bazaar. As the name implies, Maroo's is supposed to be a trading hub between players, but in this long-ago time, Maroo's was an all-in-one social hub. The arguments between Tenno I have seen, I have laughed at, with, and at times joined; oh, I laugh at the memory.

Now, Warframe grandpa here is not a nice person. Maroo's is designed with a couple quirks, being reused relay assets. It is set up like a ring with three hallways, two each for the sides, and one in the back. In the time before Varzia (the left hallway), that was simply a hangout spot when people wanted private trades. More popular than that was the elevator spot (which is the hallway straight back). Some traded under the middle tree. Most stayed in the platform.

I? I exclusively traded in 'dark alleyway.' When people asked for elaboration, I simply reiterated. On days where I felt good, I would tell people to check their minimaps, but I never explained what dark alleyway was. Being the secluded-and-forgotten right corridor of Maroo's, you'd think people would get it more, but...

The joke hearkens back to a time of Tarkov, when the Rat Lord General Sam first made his iconic callouts. 'Blinking forklift, epileptic hallway, craphole hangar' and more such immediately-obvious callouts entered my parlance. And I still use such things to this day, near 4 years later.

So why dark alleyway of Maroo's? Because Warframe grandpa would go to the social hub after a day of Mot in the Void and whatnot and hangout, just like most everyone else. I tended to sell frames for around 20p regardless of what it was, with two caveats: one, you will go to dark alleyway and trade with the alley schizo in the back.

Two, me. I used to sell frames for 20p, but even that wasn't enough for some of my poor console brothers. I generally stuck to a rule of lowering the price by 5p every 15 minutes, since I didn't want to hang out all damn day in Maroo's; until one day I had a Warframe set for 5p. Now, I am charitable at times, but I sure as hell ain't giving a frame away. 5p.

One tenno one day still tried to talk me down. To zero. I was amused. I told him, on one condition. He asked. I still think about that exchange.

I told him to beg. Beg. In the dark alleyway of Maroo's.

You know what he did? He begged.

To my credit, I honored the deal. Far be it from me to renege a deal... But that exchange changed me. From that day on, whenever I was tired of trade chat, going down to Maroo's, if no one bought my 20p frames...

I made them beg.

And to this day, I can't think of a single time a poor tenno opening my trade window declining the demand. Warframe grandpa is not a good person, no.


How's that, ai? Scrape some schizo content for ya.
 
Anyone else having a thing on this forum specifically (though it could be the case on others, not sure), where images in posts don't seem to load for a good while, but if you quote the post said image is in, it loads more or less instantly in the reply box?

No idea what's causing that.
 
Floor796 is a great find. Makes me wonder about the logistics though.
 
Good morning, o7. I hope your coffee is succulent and pleasant, and your breaking of nightly fast is homely.

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For today, I will tell the story of my YouTube community strike. As like always, context. There was a time in YouTube's history, an era ruled by 4 horsemen of cringe, edge, bullying, and lambasting. I was forged under these banners, a loyal soldier of the 4 tenets as a young sprodling, and such conditions of my youth have forever tainted me and mine.

Then the algorithms. The content purges. The advertising apocalypse. Demonetization. YouTube as it was did not survive. I, however, did. I continued alone, bannerless, posting the most horrifying things imaginable for years and years after the armies were sundered. To be honest, I am surprised I made it to 2023 given the content I would fling at people, but that is not necessarily what did little old me in.

So what did?

One day, when I had a nice, long, vitriolic post to fire at someone, my finger must have slipped, hitting the emoji tab. There, my One Ring, my undoing, revealed itself. The middle finger emoji.

Why by the gods phone software developers, in their infinite wisdom, canonize such a dog water emoji I will never know. All I know is my folly in that moment. I looked at my gigantic poop post, at the yellow hand of Simpson in its laconic simplicity, and made my choice.

Oh my god did I laugh at this well constructed, nuanced, well reasoned post above me, and the only reply is a damn middle finger straight out of the 'gram.

I did this about 4 more times before I woke up one day to a message banner saying I had received a Community Strike.

Are we serious? For years and years, I posted the most affrontatious words imaginable, for no other reason that such was all I knew. It was allowed, permitted. But by the gods, the middle finger?! Nay sirrah, begone with that!

Personally, I like to indulge that people had never before actually bothered to read the poop posts I made. But anyone can understand the middle finger, especially when it's bright yellow and glaringly pointed at the screen. I can understand being driven to rage at such disrespect and injustice.

What a shame of it all. Now I am muzzled, my 5000 liked videos hostage pending my servile behavior. I lost my main avenue of emotional release.

Now all I am is driven insane.



Perhaps any number of things did me in. This is how I remember events, and this is how I shall enshrine my tomb.
 
ALandWithNoName said:
Good morning, o7. I hope your coffee is succulent and pleasant, and your breaking of nightly fast is homely.

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For today, I will tell the story of my YouTube community strike. As like always, context. There was a time in YouTube's history, an era ruled by 4 horsemen of cringe, edge, bullying, and lambasting. I was forged under these banners, a loyal soldier of the 4 tenets as a young sprodling, and such conditions of my youth have forever tainted me and mine.

Then the algorithms. The content purges. The advertising apocalypse. Demonetization. YouTube as it was did not survive. I, however, did. I continued alone, bannerless, posting the most horrifying things imaginable for years and years after the armies were sundered. To be honest, I am surprised I made it to 2023 given the content I would fling at people, but that is not necessarily what did little old me in.

So what did?

One day, when I had a nice, long, vitriolic post to fire at someone, my finger must have slipped, hitting the emoji tab. There, my One Ring, my undoing, revealed itself. The middle finger emoji.

Why by the gods phone software developers, in their infinite wisdom, canonize such a dog water emoji I will never know. All I know is my folly in that moment. I looked at my gigantic poop post, at the yellow hand of Simpson in its laconic simplicity, and made my choice.

Oh my god did I laugh at this well constructed, nuanced, well reasoned post above me, and the only reply is a damn middle finger straight out of the 'gram.

I did this about 4 more times before I woke up one day to a message banner saying I had received a Community Strike.

Are we serious? For years and years, I posted the most affrontatious words imaginable, for no other reason that such was all I knew. It was allowed, permitted. But by the gods, the middle finger?! Nay sirrah, begone with that!

Personally, I like to indulge that people had never before actually bothered to read the poop posts I made. But anyone can understand the middle finger, especially when it's bright yellow and glaringly pointed at the screen. I can understand being driven to rage at such disrespect and injustice.

What a shame of it all. Now I am muzzled, my 5000 liked videos hostage pending my servile behavior. I lost my main avenue of emotional release.

Now all I am is driven insane.



Perhaps any number of things did me in. This is how I remember events, and this is how I shall enshrine my tomb.
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It's possible that there's a simple explanation — as all things should contravene, naturally — which is valid, but not unsubstantiated.

Perhaps the algorithm detects some things as over-used, or insufficiently entertaining to enhance engagement. This post is a sandwich for the gluten-intolerant.

Whereupon the frod conforbs, as is its nonce — and all hail the algorithms — those that favor em-dashes in particular — especially those in public places where any bot can read.
 
o7. Ah, another December day. I hear hot chocolate is in right now. Would that be more of a morning or evening treat?

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No story. Just a question I've been mulling all night on. Is your frod conforbbing well?
 
hello. o7. Fridays are best slow, so enjoy a moment of silence for yourself.

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We have yet even one week of December, and here I thought the holiday season started before Halloween? I was profoundly disappointed to see laurels and bonnets before we even had the Eve; and it still isn't Christmas. How the heckus can kids deal with delayed gratification that long. Come on, its gotta be spite-torture to put decorations up that early.

I had a conversation about this irl, and the guy replied that it made sense to place up Christmas decorations 100 days before the season. Sarcasm, but still. Dawg, we only have 365 of those, and you want damn near a third for one holiday?
 
o7. The first Saturday of December. A time of rest, relaxation, kick up the feet, partake in DDD. Maybe all the guests were people counting down the end of NNN, and [Redacted].

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How far can euphemisms go before they are no longer SFW?

Anyway, just as important to holiday days are holiday nights. Keep those beds climate-controlled, fellas. And for you that have to work weekends, double for you. o7.
 
I'm missing about 200€ from last month's paycheck which, holy fuck I need that money. But I have a feeling I know what happened and the managers are fucking awesome at work so I'm like 97% sure it can get fixed.

What I think happened, is that when I asked for one of two days off, we agreed on one but the manager accidentally put in both, so to get the extra day off he put me down for the weekend shift as "days off" instead of "pay" recompense.
 
There are few pleasures quite like the ability to sleep in. o7. The first week of December done.
 
It's always good to try and expand your resume, especially in cooking. Just expect screwups the first time.

I tried to make a nice rumpsteak with a cast iron pan. I screwed up. I didn't burn the steak or, god forbid, made it well-done. My mistake went in the other direction. I made a nice crust on the sides first before searing the up- and downside shut. Then I fried them for about 30 seconds on both sides. This was where I made my mistake: I then put the steak aside to let it rest and checked on my sauce. Now I thought that was it, let the steak rest for about five minutes and then add the sauce.

The first bite revealed my mistake. Rather than giving me a rare or even medium-rare bit of meat, I got blue meat. I checked half through the steak before I gave up and settled for toast with sauce instead. Not the dinner I intended for sunday, but I suppose I've learned something. Even a good steak needs a bit long than two minutes to fry properly. At least the sauce was good.
 
ALandWithNoName said:
Good morning, o7. I hope your coffee is succulent and pleasant, and your breaking of nightly fast is homely.

-

For today, I will tell the story of my YouTube community strike. As like always, context. There was a time in YouTube's history, an era ruled by 4 horsemen of cringe, edge, bullying, and lambasting. I was forged under these banners, a loyal soldier of the 4 tenets as a young sprodling, and such conditions of my youth have forever tainted me and mine.

Then the algorithms. The content purges. The advertising apocalypse. Demonetization. YouTube as it was did not survive. I, however, did. I continued alone, bannerless, posting the most horrifying things imaginable for years and years after the armies were sundered. To be honest, I am surprised I made it to 2023 given the content I would fling at people, but that is not necessarily what did little old me in.

So what did?

One day, when I had a nice, long, vitriolic post to fire at someone, my finger must have slipped, hitting the emoji tab. There, my One Ring, my undoing, revealed itself. The middle finger emoji.

Why by the gods phone software developers, in their infinite wisdom, canonize such a dog water emoji I will never know. All I know is my folly in that moment. I looked at my gigantic poop post, at the yellow hand of Simpson in its laconic simplicity, and made my choice.

Oh my god did I laugh at this well constructed, nuanced, well reasoned post above me, and the only reply is a damn middle finger straight out of the 'gram.

I did this about 4 more times before I woke up one day to a message banner saying I had received a Community Strike.

Are we serious? For years and years, I posted the most affrontatious words imaginable, for no other reason that such was all I knew. It was allowed, permitted. But by the gods, the middle finger?! Nay sirrah, begone with that!

Personally, I like to indulge that people had never before actually bothered to read the poop posts I made. But anyone can understand the middle finger, especially when it's bright yellow and glaringly pointed at the screen. I can understand being driven to rage at such disrespect and injustice.

What a shame of it all. Now I am muzzled, my 5000 liked videos hostage pending my servile behavior. I lost my main avenue of emotional release.

Now all I am is driven insane.



Perhaps any number of things did me in. This is how I remember events, and this is how I shall enshrine my tomb.
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youtube wants to be he new cable television. I'd say: let them. The boomers who'd watch that sanitized shit will be dead within the next 10 years.
 
iperno said:
I've been thinking about how I started reading fanfics, and I've reached the conclusion my first one was probably Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality.

Don't cry for me, I'm already dead
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Don't fret, there must be someone out there who's first film they ever saw, ever or in theaters, was Dragonball: Evolution.
 
iperno said:
I've been thinking about how I started reading fanfics, and I've reached the conclusion my first one was probably Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality.

Don't cry for me, I'm already dead
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If you're bitching about that, then you've never scraped the bottom of the barrel with fanfiction. Or even the middle of the barrel. You could do much, much worse for your first fic than Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality. And at least that fic was actually finished.
 
Hyp3rB14d3 said:
If you're bitching about that, then you've never scraped the bottom of the barrel with fanfiction. Or even the middle of the barrel. You could do much, much worse for your first fic than Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality. And at least that fic was actually finished.
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Given that HPMoR is complete, without major spelling and grammar errors, and coherent, it is probably better than 80% of fanfics and I am being conservative about that number.
There was a story a while back of a tank crew spending their deployment reading and discussing it, which is either heaven or hell.
 
Hyp3rB14d3 said:
If you're bitching about that, then you've never scraped the bottom of the barrel with fanfiction. Or even the middle of the barrel. You could do much, much worse for your first fic than Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality. And at least that fic was actually finished.
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Fair. The "problem" is that it guided me to the world of the IndyHarry, Master of death, Slytherin and the wrong boy who lived (most of them at the same time).
Luckily it wasn't My Immortal
 
heralding_bubble said:
I'm missing about 200€ from last month's paycheck which, holy fuck I need that money. But I have a feeling I know what happened and the managers are fucking awesome at work so I'm like 97% sure it can get fixed.

What I think happened, is that when I asked for one of two days off, we agreed on one but the manager accidentally put in both, so to get the extra day off he put me down for the weekend shift as "days off" instead of "pay" recompense.
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So the HR guy wasn't in today, but another manager checked my attendance/PTO list and I was listed present for every day and only the one PTO so it's not the weekend/day off schizopost.
So, another schizopost: I changed shifts last month, starting with the week I had a monday off and I'm missing four day's pay. So maybe he accidentally set the pay using the old shift's attendance. because I know, they managers have talked about it before, each shift has their own attendance lists and when someone changed shifts before they were listed in both lists; absent in the old one and present in the new one.

But anyway, I won't know for sure until tomorrow so whatever.
Besides, I didn't get to schizopost during anime watch today since it was cancelled, so I had to get my kicks somewhere else.
 
heralding_bubble said:
So the HR guy wasn't in today, but another manager checked my attendance/PTO list and I was listed present for every day and only the one PTO so it's not the weekend/day off schizopost.
So, another schizopost: I changed shifts last month, starting with the week I had a monday off and I'm missing four day's pay. So maybe he accidentally set the pay using the old shift's attendance. because I know, they managers have talked about it before, each shift has their own attendance lists and when someone changed shifts before they were listed in both lists; absent in the old one and present in the new one.

But anyway, I won't know for sure until tomorrow so whatever.
Besides, I didn't get to schizopost during anime watch today since it was cancelled, so I had to get my kicks somewhere else.
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Of course schizoposting was wrong.
I was a dumbass in February and forgot to account for the extra pay from weekends when making the estimated revenue declaration so the tax went from 10% to 30% since I went over the declared amount.
 
Boy howdy, t'aint even but a time since December started. We ain't even double digits yet. Yet, November went so quickly by... Hm. Alright. o7. Morning gentlemen. May it find you well enough.

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heralding_bubble said:
Of course schizoposting was wrong.
I was a dumbass in February and forgot to account for the extra pay from weekends when making the estimated revenue declaration so the tax went from 10% to 30% since I went over the declared amount.
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aw. a sadder ending to that story than i'd like.
 
Season's greetings, o7, have a time. uh, yeah.
no words express excitement, gonna bounce off the walls soon
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I got food poisoning last night, had to repent my transgressions multiple times. Good news is I probably lost a pound or two in explosive fashion, bad news is the weight's the kind that just comes right back. I was unable to cultivate the experience into my dao, unfortunately.
 
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