Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2019 3:13 pm
I'm going to immortalize this so that you can't edit it away.In post 24, Annadog40 wrote:agienst
I'm going to immortalize this so that you can't edit it away.In post 24, Annadog40 wrote:agienst
wow you got her imoIn post 25, Allomancer wrote:I'm going to immortalize this so that you can't edit it away.In post 24, Annadog40 wrote:agienst
Gravity wins, time is relative to gravitational force
I can deal with a deterministic realityIn post 34, talah wrote:Oh I thought we were freestorming physics ideas on gravity.
I sometimes wonder if gravity is a mis-translation of universal expansion and if in fact near particles and atomic bonds expanding at a different rate than empty space explains what we perceive as gravity.
Or to look at it another more simplified way, the surface of the earth could be expanding faster than objects which are smaller than it
Or as an converse idea, particle bonds could be collapsing at a very rapidly accelerating rate
#13: wrote:I would like to know more about what your talking about, please elaborate. One interesting concept about gravity is that it still existed before someone came along and proved how and why it was working; Therefore the same thing could be said about God: just because no one proved its existence, does not mean its not really out there. Nor that he is.
If you have made an ascertainment over your empirical and personal experiences that God does not in fact exist, then your belief is valid. As for myself, I can tell you that in my experience, I used to be a very mathematical and scientifically oriented person, and did not believe in God, reincarnation, the afterlife, the soul. I had an experience that for me proved empirically that the soul leaves the body to go somewhere, and over the course of the years, it gradually changed my prospective about life; But in no way have I ever tried to convince someone else, because simply they did not experience what I did, and therefore have their own belief system. Note that I still used the term believe, because the evidence for me is still inconclusive, but it logically makes much more sense from my experiences. Questions that science could not answer got an answer, a logical one, a practical one. I would take distance from organised religions, because they are organised by humans, some of whom do not believe in anything at all.
#14: wrote:A trialed-by-fire result of an otherworldly prophet's selfless dedication to find and map out the optimal subject of congregation and organisation for a religion could go entirely unnoticed, as shifting value constellations are engaged in tumultuous fights for relevance. The appeal of being enlightened by the wisdom can be lost, the lessons on how to manifest where and how one is needed misunderstood, enthusiasm to be involved fleeting. While philosophical aspirations can be compromised or deprioritized in time and space, the funny thing about gravity is that somewhere, for some time, someone took the form of the entity most worthy of being deitized, by being the best they could be, and it brought about a facet of the divine dimension's unadulterated imprint on life, for all to benefit from.
It gets a bit ambiguous @ #16, because there are functional anchor-tags and non-functional ones. The entire message without the functional ones (all visible):#15: wrote:It is perhaps at this juncture that the question "What does it mean?" begins to be heard, and that problems of exegesis prevail over problems of use and efficacy. The emperor, the god--what did he mean? In place of segments of the chain that are always detachable, a detached partial piece of poop on which the whole chain depends; in place of a polyvocal graphism flush with the real, a biunivocalization forming the transcendent dimension that gives rise to a linearity; in place of nonsignifying signs that compose the networks of a territorial chain, a despotic signifier from which all the piss uniformly flows in a deterritorialized flow of writing. Men have even been seen drinking this flow!
As for the clean version, see for yourself. Squeaky. So the anchors function as a mobile speakeasy tent, basically.#16: wrote:Good job.On January 27 2019 05:33 Puosu wrote: wrote:On January 26 2019 11:55 AllHailHydraGod wrote: wrote:
Different words can inspire different ideas in people. No two people have the exact same inspiration from one word, and this is the purpose of this exercise:
use the words below as inspiration and write whatever you feel like - be it prose or poetry. What do they put in mind? What ideas come to you? You don't have to include the words, write as it suits you.
exegesis
polyvocal
graphism
biunivocalization
deterritorialized
Craft something out of your own ideas sparked by these words!
It is perhaps at this jun[®anchor]c[/®anchor]kturethat the question "What does it mean?" begins to be heard, and that problems of exegesis prevail over problems of use and efficacy. The Emperor[®anchor]anthropomorphism-ready constellation of divine principles[/®anchor], the god--what did they mean? In place of segments of the chain[®anchor]reel of max awesomeness[/®anchor] that are always detachable[®anchor]our-world-sterile[/®anchor], a detached[®anchor]cross-reference-ready[/®anchor] partial piece of poop[®anchor]anchor[/®anchor] on which the whole chain[®anchor]reel[/®anchor] depends; in place of a polyvocal graphism flush with the chain[®anchor]reel, outlying the territory where the divine and mundane dimensions overlap[/®anchor], a biunivocalization forming the transcendent properties that give rise to the balanced linearity of love; from which all the piss[®anchor]shine[/®anchor] uniformly flows in this deterritorialized flow of writing. Men[®anchor]The most skillful and intelligent adventurers[/®anchor] have even been seen drinking[®anchor]resonating with[/®anchor] this flow!
Yes, many men have drank piss. Word around the campfire —before someone put it out by pissing on it— was if you inflate your post count with piss posts, eventually breaching the threshold of post searchability, and still post piss it's a dead giveaway. Supposedly every pisspost on TL can be traced back to the pissy pussy posse Puosu is clearly a high-ranking member of. 'Tis also rumored that every associated member's accounts is operated by the same individual, who also loves to shitpost, recently got made a mod, and is out to close everything that isn't a shitthread and ban everyone who isn't shitposting, now; since what clearly would've turned out to be the best forum mafia game of the decade fell victim to the loss of his/her monumental-fuckup virginity, he/she will most likely consider many a lower-profile targets.
Ok, let's try unequivocal, hatred and melancholy
"Wretched life!" Puosu exclaimed, interrupting a long-lasting silence; which felt, for a long time, uninterruptible. Day had turned into night. A natural process, repeated countless times throughout his life - however, Puosu had witnessed it for the first time while in a patient state of concentration. It's what he set out to do; his undertaking for the evening: to sit in his wooden sofa with leather cushioning, on the front porch of the farmhouse which he and his estranged sister, Fecalfeast had inherited from their grandmother, a couple of months ago. Sit and watch the light fade. Neighborhood dogs started barking as a retort.
"Unequivocally wretched", he protested back. What Puosu didn't articulate right then, in part because there was no (spoiler=Thesaurus).. or rather the language, referring primarily to nonsensical wordings, that gave the word 'thesaurus' an unwarranted, bad reputation(/spoiler)-speaking audience to hear it, was that he felt a high note of joy, originating from a long overdue rediscovery of how it felt like to follow through with a planned course of action. Precise and uncompromising. Planning and execution.
"Life..," he went on to say instead, gradually increasing volume.. shouting: "is a SNOWBALL!" He was never any good at pulling himself together emotionally. "Ughuh, uhhh." A tear slid down his cheek. He rubbed it dry, then got up and made his way towards the fireplace. 'It's going to get cold," he anticipated judging by the lack of clouds; nothing to keep the warmth from dissipating.
That night, he had a dream, of having supper in the candle-lit kitchen. His sister was sitting beside him. As Fecalfeast was eagerly writing something down on a piece of paper, Puosu was trying to eat soup, using a knife for a spoon. He got frustrated and ripped the paper from under her elbow, upon which Fecalfeast grabbed his knife and impaled his eye socket.
Shivering he awoke, sweat-soaked and disoriented. He put his loafers on, slid in the damper to entrap the warm air in the fireplace, changed his undergarments and, wearing a robe, went out to the kitchen to get a glass of water. On the table lay the paper the pieces of which were held together with transparent tape. He took it in his hands and started to read out loud:
"An innocent child, you are playing around in the snow, feeling nothing but joy. God hands you a snowball, and the angels urge you to drop and roll it. Before long, you have built your first snowman, and you summon the angels to have a look. Horrified theyand flee. What has happened, you don't know. Shocked you witness God's amiable face turning furious... the hatred in his eyes."Spoiler: scream
At this point a mended tear traverses the paper. Reading on, Puosu learned that "The sky rips open and time escapes through a celestial event horizon, leaving nothing but a loop of the horrifyingof the infant angels, piercing your heart like icicle daggers, looping on and on for what you intuitively know is infinity times infinity. Enter the devil. He makes you an offer you can't refuse. Consequently it gets hotter and hotter and hotter, but everything except for the snowman is lit infernal. You die in agony."Spoiler: screams
His voice fades.. "But your soul.. You, Puosu. Look at you"'now.'
He pours piss into a glass, drinks up, goes back to bed and sleeps like a baby for ever after.
'You are the pissy snowman'
Get it? Because your icon's an archon? Yeet
Nevertheless,as with many things that wound up being good despite, I now feel inspired to follow this model and open an inter-dimensional portal to the osu! forum, creating and linking two threads —the other in the Broodwar section of TL— with the same name, which I'll create with the purpose of generating hype for a new fad: playing osu! on progamer FPVOD mouseclick beatmaps + official commentary.
Coming soon.immersion overwhelming
Cheat enabled!
FADE TO BLACK
Landing / A cluster of excerpts meant to depict a fraction of the effort that has gone into setting up Mafia on a Plane:
... [Necessity to unveil (word count way above even RB standards of 'Dear God')-level material pending] ...
Some assholes just don't know how to use it. What even is form illness, if not a bucketdiagnosiception.#16: wrote:I suspect some form illness is at play here.
Another PM, sent shortly before posting ambiguous #16. This time to a mafia player who has posted prior to and after the aftermath post, the corrected version of which I'll append after the link to the closed game thread:To: Fecalfeast [ Profile ] Subject: Re: let me host the game Date: 11/17/19 22:49 wrote:Is that a fact.. either way I'm trying to talk to you in your capacity as a mafia player. Hosting and playing in flavorless games sucks and you got called out on it. So what? A demonstration of strength would be to own up to it, and let me host the game, or let's host it together.. If you had suspected me of being the owner of a previously banned account, I take it this account would've been banned by now.
Original Message From Fecalfeast:
permanently banned users aren't allowed to come back on new accounts on TL sorry
Hide nested quote -
Original Message From Facet:
Why did you close the game thread?
Note that there's no instant way to unveil the anchored content in a PM one has sent, as opposed to those one receives, so the above was sent to the sender, as well. Ladies and gentlemen, the game thread.To: Alakaslam [ Profile | Report ] Subject: Damage Control Date: 12/2/19 06:02 wrote: The coprophagy-nominated has disgraced heirself in the eyes of the ▽ —you might've pieced together, are— the only ones that ®§y matter.
It shall be spoken, mayhap affixed to the constitution of New Liquidia, so: "when a fellow forumite is in danger of losing his/her face by will of the anthropomorphism-ready constellation of divine principles, it is the op[/s] [℗]portunity, .. nay, duty of bystanders, friends to rise to the initiative and bail out those who fail to unshun & make amends for shunning its enlightenment dogma."
Thy mission's pseudo-dichotomous, primary directive:
- set in motion our contingency protocols and quasi-taxi them along the runway of preparations for hiser redemption, in their stead, as they continue to shortchange on hiser commitment to awesomeness.
- succeed to not only make it appear as though the powers invested in heirm oughtn't have been invested in someone else —hallowed caliber to heirs and thine 0ort cloud of respect in canon liquidlegend anchoreth.
Edit in, ..append, that is, the warning, as thy first order of business, if ye are able, to signal your cooperation. It might already be too late, so maketh haste. Godspeed. The young zealot of the Hider caste mustn't be kept waiting, for heirs assignment is to host the Landing, 'Mafia on a Plane —take 2,' with thou; unidle heirm!
Extra-incentive PS: Had I not thought of ye, I wouldn't have forced myself to anchor out the putrid gist of this ..and by this I mean https://tl.net/blogs/541001-gravity-a-p ... itation#16