Whirr goes the cylinder. He takes a deep swig from the glass. The bottle next to it 3/4th empty now. He needs it, needs it badly, to be able to become stupid enough to do the smart thing. His body aches. The door still open. Impossible to lock now since it was broken in the last hour, along with a few bones. The gamblers fallacy finally caught up to the man.

Click. Four more chances now. He fills himself another glass and gulps it down.

Maybe this is a sign. Maybe the world wants him to live.

Memory lane forces its way up even through the blur that is his mind. A happy time with his wife. Yes. He needs to live for her. Who will take care of her if he is gone. He gets up. Satisfied. Ready to fight another day. A delayed realization hits him like running into a brick wall. The last memory of his wife. He sees the love of his life, in another's. The last time he saw her. He sits back down.

Click. Three more chances now. Another glass of booze down the gullet.

Maybe he has lived a horrible life, but maybe life was just a gamble, and all he has to do is just try once again, just try a little more, surely his luck would change.

Memories break their way in, a few years old, bound to emotions as fresh as yesterday. A months long project, pride for the first time in years, lost his job within the week. His work was good, but the machine was better. The house is the world, and him against, and the house always wins. [1]

Click. Two more chances now. It takes a while to pinpoint the glass through the numbing senses and the haze. Once he does though he continues on to another pour and a drink.

He feels a rising warmth within him. Something stirs from within. The realization that every miss is one step closer to his death, perhaps the fear somehow reaching up even through the blur that is his mind, his eyes, his numbed senses. Or maybe his jumbled senses just jumping to random places. Something tells him, himself but he doesn't know it, that he wants to go on. Instinct is one heck of a drug. Dragging man walking even through heck itself. Even against his will.

More memories flood his mind. This time it is dozens of little betrayals. Never a big falling out, but enough small ones that would accumulate over time. Too small to ever point at a single one and feel justified in his angst, but large enough across time and space, to leave a mark. The friends that disappeared over time, the managers who took credit for bits of his work at times, the parents who always felt a little out of sync with his mind. A mild hopelessness that clung like a second skin no matter how hard he tried to forget.

Click. One more chance now. 50-50. That's what he is down to.

He would pour himself another drink if he could even find the glass and hold on to it long enough. Right now He cannot see anything of worth. He cannot even see further than the now, the pure present, even if he tried. The empty bottle next to him had lost him the fight before it even began. He cannot see the future, and the past won't let him go. Weighing him down ever further with every step that he takes. Maybe death is a mercy. Maybe not. All he knows now is that he feels bad for reasons he cannot remember. That he is supposed to press the trigger. He feels so tired now though. He just wants to go to sleep. Yes. That is what he would do. He would sleep it off, and try again, with whatever he is supposed to be doing. It is the closest he gets to peace these past 5 years.

Click. [2]

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4chan: The internet's unwashed basement where anonymity breeds brilliance and degeneracy in equal measure. It's like a digital Lord of the Flies, but with more memes and fewer conch shells. Genius ideas drowned in a sea of edgelords—congrats on inventing half the internet's culture while staying a cesspool.

BlueSky: Twitter's awkward cousin who showed up late to the party with a "decentralized" buzzword and a dream. It's like someone saw Mastodon and thought, "Let's make it shinier and still somehow less relevant." Enjoy your echo chamber with better branding, I guess.

Groomercord: A g*mer's paradise turned into a labyrinth of crypto scams, furry roleplay, and "community" servers where the mods rule like petty dictators. It's Skype meets Lord of the Rings chatrooms, minus the charm and plus a billion notifications you'll never read.

Facebook: The boomer mothership where your aunt shares Minion memes and anti-vax conspiracies between FarmVille updates. It's a digital retirement home that somehow still knows what you shopped for last week. Zuck's watching, always.

Gab: Twitter for people who got banned from Twitter for being too Twitter. A libertarian fever dream where free speech means "say the quiet part loud" and the algorithm's just a megaphone for the fringes. Enjoy your edge, edgelords.

iFunny: A meme app for people who think Reddit's too intellectual. It's like a time capsule of 2012 humor—edgy enough to feel rebellious, tame enough to not scare the middle schoolers who still use it. Scroll, cringe, repeat.

Instagram: Where influencers sell you a lifestyle you can't afford, filtered through 17 layers of Photoshop and existential despair. It's a beauty pageant for avocado toast and gym selfies, judged by bots and thirsty simps. #Blessed.

Kick: Twitch's scrappy rival that's like, "We'll let you say slightly more slurs!" It's the Wild West of streaming, except the cowboys are 19-year-olds raging at Fortnite and begging for subs. Bold strategy, let's see if it pays off.

KiwiFarms: The internet's gossip rag meets stalker diary. It's a site dedicated to "documenting" weirdos with the subtlety of a sledgehammer and the moral compass of a broken GPS. Drama so niche it's practically a PhD thesis in petty.

Lemmy: Mastodon's even nerdier sibling that's all about "federation" and "open-source." It's like Reddit for people who own too many Linux T-shirts and think upmarseying is a sacred duty. Decentralized boredom at its finest.

Mastodon: The hipster Twitter where everyone's smug about escaping the bird app, but it's just fractured echo chambers with worse UI. Toot your horn all you want; no one's listening outside your 12-person instance.

rDrama.net: A site so self-aware it's basically a parody of itself. It's Reddit's chaotic little brother, obsessed with stirring the pot and laughing at the mess. Drama for drama's sake—honestly, kinda respect the hustle.

Reddit: The hive mind where groupthink reigns supreme and every opinion's an upmarsey away from gospel. It's a cesspit of memes, mansplaining, and subreddits so niche you'll find 14 people arguing over vintage toaster coils. Karma's a heck of a drug.

Rumble: YouTube for people who think YouTube's too woke. It's a video platform where conspiracy theorists and "censored" talking heads thrive, all while pretending they're the underdog. Spoiler: You're still not Alex Jones famous.

scored.co: A right-wing Reddit clone that's so obsessed with "owning the libs" it forgot to build a personality. It's like Gab and X had a baby, but it only inherited the angry uncle vibes. Points for effort, I guess.

soyjak.party: A meme factory so deep in irony it's practically performance art. It's 4chan's weird nephew, churning out soyface edits for an audience of three people and a bot. Niche doesn't even begin to cover it.

Threads: Zuck's Twitter knockoff that's as exciting as a beige wall. It's Instagram's text-based midlife crisis, trying to capitalize on Elon's mess-ups but forgetting to bring any soul. Scroll, yawn, uninstall.

TikTok: Brain rot in 15-second bursts. It's a slot machine of dance trends, lip-syncs, and "hacks" that'll have you wondering how humanity survived this long. China's greatest export since gunpowder, and twice as addictive.

Tumblr: The pastel graveyard of 2010s fandoms, now a ghost town of aesthetic blogs and lingering SJWs. It's like walking through a digital thrift store—quirky, dated, and faintly sad. Still waiting for the Superwholock resurgence.

Twitch: Where charisma goes to scream at video games for 12 hours while chat spams "Poggers." It's a cult of personality meets digital busking, with hot tub streams and ban hammers keeping things spicy. Just don't ask about the ad revenue split.

watchpeopledie.tv: The internet's darkest corner, where curiosity meets morbidity in a way that'd make even 4chan blush. It's a grim reminder that some people's "entertainment" is others' nightmares. Proceed with caution, or better yet, don't.

X: Elon's playground, where free speech means chaos, bots, and blue-check clout chasers. It's a dumpster fire you can't look away from—half genius, half trainwreck. Still better than Threads, somehow.

YouTube: The video behemoth where cat clips, tutorials, and unhinged rants coexist under an algorithm that hates creators. It's the internet's TV, complete with ads you can't skip and comments you shouldn't read. Demonetized dreams live here.

Honestly, I kneel to papa musk, never thought that Grok 3 would be that impressive. . Did I miss any social media sites?

Rory Feek’s daughter rips country singer for shaming her mom after discovering he’s not biological father https://t.co/niXl5OMhiR

— Fox News (@FoxNews) February 13, 2025

What's the latest on Biden since he got the boot

It is in the constellation of Cassiopeia and a magnitude of 2.41 at the distance of 228.24 Ly(s) away.

we're all dead. I'm a transhumanist, I love tech, I desperately want aligned AI, but at our current stage of development, this is building the equivalent of a planet-sized nuke. The reason is boring and complicated and technical, so midwits in power don't understand the danger https://t.co/8TNSSulrTO

— Aella (@Aella_Girl) February 11, 2025

I didn't looked at brand and thought the jacket looked cool. The package came destroyed because package that cost more than 500 euro are marked so local Muhamed had to make sure to check if it's not iPhone so the package was open and plastic damaged with fingers.

The jacket is like 10kg, very heavy, looks cool but what genius decided to sell Canadian winter jacket in west Europe, that jacket is super warm. Even for Scandinavian capital cities

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This is because the creature was mentioned to be a prehistoric marsupial . Yes I'm saying he shoved them inside his pouch. You're welcome.

It's easy to control people if they're uneducated. The purposeful dumbing down in North America has been going for decades. The US wouldn't let their slaves read and write for a reason. They've been starving public education for years; and there was a big push to reject "brainwashing" from school. They profited off homeschooling. As a result, people don't know how to learn or critically think. When you can't do those things, and you combine propaganda through social media, then you can get away with whatever you want. So uneducated "reject" intellectualism because they are essentially intellectually lazy and operating under belief instead of logic. Just a few thoughts, I have more but my thumbs are tired.

Conspiracy slop.

People on here will never admit it, but Covid has done irreparable damage to the public's trust in elite institutions.

The NIH experts, our big tech overlords and their content moderators on sites like YT/Reddit, the New York Times all actively suppressed information that was pertinent to the origins and spread of the Covid-19 pandemic. Much of this information turned out to be true. Now we have a whole generation young kids that are severely developmentally delayed both intellectually and socially as a result of school closures and lack of social interaction. The result?

This populist moment, Trump seeing his numbers improve in virtually every county in the country, etc. The pendulum will eventually swing back, but not for a while.

Oh wow a real answer. Still downmarseyd to the bottom of the thread tho

In the US it comes down to a 60 year war on public education; brought to you by the GOP.

This comment was written by someone too young to remember either Bush