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Why does this board have flags and image IDs anyway? Neither /v/ nor /x/ had them. I guess the flags could have been in the spirit of our sister board /vint/, but /vint/ didn't have poster IDs either.

>>165467
Sexy.

>>165468
Yeah, because it's not supposed to be real. It's literally just a promo video, like the ones you see in toy stores.

>>165467
Tha k you

Hey OP, what's the speed of light?

If the earth is flat why are boobies round?

August 16, 2022.
>Why are There No Flat Earth Whistle-Blowers?
>When confronted with objective, demonstrable, empirical proof that Earth is not a fantastical tilting, wobbling, spinning space-ball, one sticking point that globe defenders consistently revert back to is, if the evidence flat Earthers are presenting is true, then why has there not been a single whistle-blower to come forward and expose this mother of all conspiracies? How is it possible that not one of the hundreds of thousands of people that NASA has employed over the decades has come forward and admitted the hoax? What about the Russians, the Chinese, the Japanese and all the other government space agencies along with SpaceX, Virgin Galactic, Blue Origin and other corporate space enterprises? If Earth is not a globe and we never went to the Moon, why haven't these governments or corporations tattletaled on each other and exposed this massive lie to the masses?
https://odysee.com/@EricDubay:c/Why-are-There-No-Flat-Earth-Whistle-Blowers:f
Mirror:
https://www.bitchute.com/video/LJGKUCpVhHi1/

>>165503
The creature is consumed in green fire before even the second bullet hits. It falls over towards its left, and away from the wall. Silver can see that it is a black drone with a brown jacket. There is red blood splattered across the wall, but blue blood seeping out of the creature itself.

>>165504
Red blood? They must have encountered somepony before them...

Silver looks down at himself, blood seeping through the holes in his flak jacket. With every battle he feels more and more like a block of aged, holey cheese. He pushes on, grabbing the drone's shotgun and any shells he has on him.

>>165505
The shotgun (presumably) has 3 rounds inside of the tube and chamber, and a capacity of 5. The drone has another 5 shells. The shots seem to be birdshot. The hallway goes both left and right, with the drone on the left side. Near the door, a drone sits, leaning against the wall.

>>165506
Can Silver see how ready the drone is to respond if threatened?

>>165507
Yes. He’s right next to it, as it is by the door

>>165508
Silver checks the ammo he's got for the Jenny before he does anything.

>>165418
My fan died yesterday.

That fucking flat earth thread is just a gay slide thread where some dumb fucking nigger posts his facebook tier memes not meant to inform but to shame and insult nonbelievers. Flat earth is a jewish psyop to normalize jewish reality denial among conspiracy theorist websites and make sites that allow flat earth talk look unappealing to newcomers. To go to a site that allows "all speech" and intentionally act like the retarded jewish depiction of a conspiracy theorist is patently jewish. It is patently jewish to take the piss when freedom is given to you. It is jewish to be as awful as the rules will let you because you hate the place that permits you to be there. Flat eartherism is jewish. Every flat earther is jewish.

>>165423
Yeah, we know.

https://yewtu.be/watch?v=y7qfWTs5jGQ
Shrek is schizophrenic the movie.

>>165417
There were always tranny kikes running EaW. Idk how that wasn't clear from the start.
There are a few guys on the team that aren't that bad though. I know a couple.

>>165415
Oh boy, Pony Africa!
Does the mod
>paint blood diamond warlords with child soldiers in a positive light as long as they're communist
>make illiterate warmongering savages in animal pelts with spears or stolen AKs who think dances change the weather and "black magic potions" made of lion shit and endangered rhino horn will make them bulletproof into a fighting force that matters on the world stage
>give the ziggers magic voodoo laserbeams and weather dances that let them electroblast Shermans into smithereens like they're fucking Pikachus
>create a vaguely defined and positively-depicted "pan-African national identity" out of the 2 billion african tribes with unresolvable cultural and ethnic differences and bizarre corpse-defiling rituals and centuries of bad blood between them, even if it means ripping off hyper-white Western American values?
>make black scientists a thing and make africa known for its world-renowned top-tier geniuses and universities
>make black africans the farmers responsible for Africa's ability to eat, rather than white farmers or first world donations
>blame blood diamond warlords on Celestia or "that evil capitalist USA and its damn capitalist CIA/FBI"
>downplay or ignore China's involvement in Africa
>include a focus tree where ziggers thirst for "righteous" vengeance against Equestria
>all of the above

>>165484
No.

>>165485
Oh.
Well then what does it do with Zebrica?

>>165484
It might've been interesting if it did that, but it doesn't.

>>165483
Well, I remember general incredulity and calls of paranoia. Not that it matters now anyways.
>>165486
Zebrica in and of itself is cringe enough.

Yusdrayl, sparing me the burden of having to write actual lines for her this session:

New places means new foods.
Briaxshulty cream is something that kobolds don't get to try very often.
Yusdrayl seemed to like it.

>>165212
>Where we last left off, we had just finished washing off our kobold smells as much as we could before our shower got interrupted by a bunch of fey (or one nosy anon if you choose to believe my picture)

>So we begin the session discussing how we'll go about scouting oakherst
>We decide our order of operations, get in our disguises (Kisara/Vyth/Adooris and Yusdrayl/Misc./Akara), and head into town to scout out a tavern first
>On our way over, an obviously drunk guy calls out to us and mistakes the being henceforth known as Kithoris for someone named Barney
>Kithoris respectfully corrects the man, and disengages from the conversation to join the being henceforth known as Yusara inside the tavern
>Adooris gets a bit mad that we didn't do any digging yet, given the NPC told us something about Barney losing his farm, but Kisara decided it would be better to waste as little time in the open where somebody could potentially reveal us to the relevant authorities
>We go inside the tavern, and some guard gives us the stinkeye over his full english but otherwise doesn't bother us thankfully
>Something that we noticed immediately though was a dorf and a halfling arguing with a gnome nearby
>The halfling is yelling at the dorf about some kind of breach of a moving contract, all the while the gnome is writing shit on a scroll
>The halfling does win the argument though, with the gnome and dorf leaving to come back tomorrow night for some reason
>The halfling then comes over to us, so we order some food and try to blend in for the moment
>The operative word being try, since Kithoris ordered a respectable half-stack of pancakes and some water for breakfast while Yusara ordered a full fucking cooked sheep and no drink...
>Kithoris then tries to open a conversation with the halfling lady and we learn that Oakherst is being ceded to Gnisrael with the humans being forced to move out for the most part
>We also learn some small pieces of information about the Silver Empire, being that they apparently have widespread use of actual silverware instead of wood or something
>The halfling lady then lets us go about eating our food, and those of us inside the trench coats sneak pieces of food and drink when and where they can
>I roll some dice and Kisara enjoys the pancakes, but doesn't enjoy the purified mineral water
>While we're eating though, some cloaked figure approaches us and tells us to meet it out back in kobold speak!
>As we go to leave though, Yusdrayl grabs some last-minute food off the table, including a pitcher of whipped cream
>We then go to meet the figure out back, and as it turns out it's Meepo!
>He looks way older and acts a bit different too despite only about a week of being gone for some reason...
>He seems pissed about getting ditched, but we explain the issue to him about the tree and needing to evacuate hurriedly and eventually things are forgiven
>Anyway, he's planted all the big bombs at the important locations to hit so we can blow them up with smaller bombs
>Another argument starts because it wasn't exactly clear that the explosives that were being used weren't going to tear apart the entire town, but we get past all the arguing after like 10 minutes and then have Meepo fill us in on things around town
>The big building that all the kobolds were being put into is gay baby jail, and there's a lot of big strong dudes in there locking it up tight
>Meepo planted bombs under the walls in preparation for a prison break during the raid
>It's about here that I get a sneaking suspicion that Meepo isn't Meepo
>There's no evidence though, as all of us get middling to bad sense motive rolls and when prompted to "ask Meepo something that only he would know," she proceeded to ask him about a running joke throughout her tribe that he was the focus of instead of an actual question
>sigh
>Anyway, we continue going around and gathering information and decide to head to the other big, well-protected building next
>On the way there, we find a lady preaching a bunch of Pelor shit to a crowd
>She's getting heckled by a guard for not sucking Sigmar's dick though, so that's rude
>Luckily for her, that guard gets dragged off by another guard for a lunch date between his ass and more than a few pineapples, so the lady continues doing her thing unhindered
>We then keep walking uninterrupted until we get to the building, and it turns out that it's a bank
>Meepo then tells us that it's apparently guarded by magic walls, and it's somewhat implied to be the reason Meepo's weird now, so we move on to the market next
>While we're there, we see a gnome selling some familiar-looking weasels
>As it turns out, they're dire weasels that might be stolen from the spawncampers during the raid that broke them, so we buy them back from the gnome and make a note to steal the rest of his shit after we kill the dealer during the raid
>We end up coming to a deal after some diplomacy and disguise checks, and bring the weasels and some supplies we negotiated for out of the town with Meepo's help
>Kithoris and Yusara then dissolve back into their constituent pieces and they all go to report to Ukri again
>We then spend the rest of the session working out some raid plans, and it's decided that we go for the prison break first before going off to try to lure out the gnomish bastard that has our crap still
>It's also brought up that he'll likely be there with more clerics of his god than just him, but with any luck the raid will have them all spread out so we can focus on killing them one at a time
>After that's settled, the session ends there!

A fun time, and I enjoyed becoming The Ultimate Lifeform™ with the rest of the party! It may just be because I was the one actually doing everything, but I found the RP to be fun and the stealth to be engaging despite not getting much XP from it (though getting to level 5 from drawing a picture of Kisara standing naked in a river likely helped alleviate my endless hunger for experience points). Anyway, the raid's next, see ya then!

Highlight of today's session

>>165446
Very interesting Anon, nice. If what you say is correct, I can see it does actually line up with what the femmes believe, at least to a certain point and even if coincidentally.
I kinda wonder what your thoughts are on Tanya the Evil. With your gnosticism and all that.

>>165448
Am glad you found it interesting, and I greatly appreciate your response. If you don't mind me asking, you aren't a regular Gnostic are you?

>>165472
>Tanya the Evil
One of my favorite anime protagonists. Obviously her history is a little contrived and all, but otherwise spectacular; a model for all sociopaths who dont want to be all about themselves.

>>165472
>regular gnostic
I dont consider myself a gnostic at all, though their material has been quite useful and informative at interval. I consider myself a Luficerian of proprietary pagan tradition centered/focused around (you're surprised?) Ninjas.

I'll take an opportunity to illustrate the great divide in religious/philosphical existence.
There is no such thing as a religion that doesnt involve rules, precepts, directions, etc. Ostensibly, these rules are geared toward creating a stronger person, a stronger family, a stronger community, and a stronger society. Without being specific of a particular religion, the religion is presented as the authority.
When a person submits to that authority, that is what is known as a right-hand path. When a person refuses to submit to the authority and operates in defiance, this is what is known as a left-hand path.
The terms are derived from India iirc, based on the rotation of the sun and which direction one turns when facing north. A person who takes the right hand path will spend their days in the sun and the night in darkness and slumber, constantly facing the rising sun. A person who takes the left hand path will spend half their days and half their nights under the sun and in darkness, as their contrary direction stacks with the sun's rotation, and will constantly be oriented toward the setting sun.
Less figuratively, the right hand path (Abrahamic traditions, not exclusovely) impress the idea of the infallibility and absolute authority of God, and the absolute necessity of submission to God. Left hand path traditions (Norse, being a particularly good example) are all about defying the dictates of God or Gods, insisting that the individual find their own satisfaction and purpose in life, refusing any imposition or control on their free will.

Lets take a look at Genesis. The right hand path sees that God was right to forbid eating from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, and that God was just for expelling Adam and Eve for their disobedience.
The left hand path feels that God was attempting to imprison humanity in the garden of Eden, offering perpetual life (the fruit of life) in exchange for never achieving the knowledge and understanding that humanity was intended to have from ther creation. As such, the first act of defiance against this God was the first step toward humanity's emergence and sovereignty. The idea here being, humanity was intended for more than the 'protector' God would allow, and THEY were just in their defiance.
The difference in the two schools of thought - beyond having vastly different interpretations of who is who and what is what - is one of individual agency. Lhp feels the individual is right and entitled to determine their own pursuits, devotions, etc. by their own agency, in order to get closer to what is viewed as the true God. Rhp feels that unchecked human agency causes increased separation from God, leading to the ruination of man.
Rhp further asserts that morality COMES from God, and that to defy is immoral, whereas Lhp tends to assert Natural Law as a moral framework, and that the pursuit of God in defiance of dictates is how one correctly approaches God.

>>165474
>>165473
>you're surprised?
Certainly not. Sociopath & Proud
>>165476
>RHP n' LHP
I don't feel like using your bread for something that's basically just concerning myself. But I would appreciate if you were to follow me.
>>>/ub/5854 →

>>165411
Not impressed.

>>165411
What are you talking about?

>>165369
Ah. Well. I started with DnD (editions what?) so you'll forgive me if I give less weight to your testimony. Not to say its invalid, but that youre operating from a much more narrow frame of reference. Not an argument, I know, just saying.

>>165370
From my experience, being in the hobby longer does not always translate to better players...
Especially when they try to apply things they considered normal for an edition of the game 30 years ago in a community around that edition that dissolved 15 years ago to modern players and their rendition of the game. Different versions of the game and different generations of people who play it are profoundly different from one another, and for those who played older systems to assert behavioral authority over those who play a newer system is really just absurd, because the ones who play the new system will have just as much if not more relevant experience as they do in the current system.
I dunk on 5e players a lot, but that's mostly because I think the system is poor quality, not how they choose to play it or enjoy it for themselves; I don't go as far as to imply that they're bad at the game. Considering 5e is a tertiary system for me, I consider anyone who plays it more often than I do to set the standards for appropriate behavior in that game at their tables.

The earliest version of D&d involved 6-20 players, with one referee for each 10 players (because it was more player vs DM), and each player playing 5 characters and each of those characters having a dozen henchmen: the game has changed a lot since then.

>>165370
How many different games have you played?

>>165373
Dnd everything (incl. Variants like Spelljammer) EXCEPT 3e, Shadowrun, Vampire the Mask/Werewolf, and a couple of simplified - not in any way serious, and designed to be outrageous randomness - systems more suited to a frat party than a serious game.
>>165371
>for those who played older systems to assert behavioral authority over those who play a newer system is really just absurd, because the ones who play the new system will have just as much if not more relevant experience as they do in the current system
Well, players with more experience are A. more likely to assume the responsibility of being GM, B. are more aware of the problems and issues that can develop in a group, in observance that there are LOTS of ways to play BEYOND the charachter-consciousness I promote AND the min-max-whore-building you suggest. However, the minmaxwhorei s the LEAST compatible with other play styles, and MOST likely to cause disruption at a table.

>>165374
>A. more likely to assume the responsibility of being GM
This isn't true either.
Heck, I have a 14 year old cousin who started GMing the same year he started playing.
>B. are more aware of the problems and issues that can develop in a group
Yes, although this does not translate between additions or communities thereof.
If you've played so many different kinds of games, you should have noticed this by now. 5e communities are completely different from 2e, 3e or 4e communities, and many behaviors that were appropriate for older tables are not appropriate for new ones, because the game is different and the people are different.
>min-max-whore-building
I don't think you and I have the same definition of "minmaxing"...

What do you guys think of the Wrath Of Elements Kinecist playtest for PF2e?
Is it worth a thread?

>>92174

2/2

I was no longer conscious that I was nude. On the
other hand, neither was I conscious of having
donned clothes. The bath did something to me in
the way of clothing me. What, I don't know.

But immediately I came up garbed somehow by
the magic contact of the water, people began com-
ing into the patio, crossing over it and going down
the southern steps and off into the inexpressible
turquoise. As they passed me, they cast curiously-
amused glances at me. And everybody nodded and
spoke to me. They had a kindness, a courtesy, a
friendliness, in their faces and addresses that quite
overwhelmed me. Think of all the saintly, at-
tractive, magnetic folk you know, imagine them
constituting the whole social world-no misfits, no
tense countenances, no sour leers, no preoccupied
brusqueness or physical handicap-and the whole
environment of life permeated with an ecstatic har-
mony as universal as air, and you get an idea of
my reflexions in those moments. I recall exclaim-
ing to myself:

"How happy everybody seems!-how
jolly!

Every person here conveys something that makes
me want to know him personally." Then with a
sense of shock it dawned upon me: "/ have known
everyone of these persons at some time or other,
personally, intimately! But they're sublimated now
- physically glorified-not as I knew them in life
at all."

I CANNOT make anyone underst and how natu-
ral it all seemed that I should be there. After that
first presentment of dying-which experience had
ended in the most kindly ministration-all terror
and strangeness left me and I never felt more alive.

It never occurred to me that I was in "heaven"
or if it did it occasioned me no more astonishme nt
that I should be there than that at some period of
my adolescent consciousness it had occurred to me
that I was on "earth" . After all, do we know much
more about the one than the other?

I had simply ended a queer voyage through
bluish void and found myself in a charming place
among affable worthwhile people who saw in me
something that amused them to the point of quiet
laughter. Yet not a laughter that I could resent. I
had no mad obsession to go off at once in search
of Diety or look up Abraham Lincoln or Julius
Caesar. I was quite content to stroll timidly in the
vicinity of the portico by which I had entered this
harmo]J.ious place and be greeted with pleasant nods
by persons whose individualities were uncannily
familiar.

They were conventionally garbed, these persons,
both men and women. I recall quite plainly that
11ome of the latter wore hats. The big, broad- .
shouldered, blue-eyed fellow in white duck who
had first received me with his hand beneath the
nape . of my neck always hovered in my vicinity,
I recall, and kept an eye on my whereabouts and
deportment . . . .

I pledge my prestige and reputation that I talked
with these people, identified many of them, called
others by their wrong names and was corrected,
saw and did things that night almost a year ago
that it is verboten for me to narrate in a magazine
article but which I recall with a minuteness of de-
tail as graphic as I see the keys of my typewriter
now under my fingers. Regardless of the fact that
imagin ation is the chief asset in one of my vocation,

I am not given to particularly graphic dreams. Cer-
tainly we never dream by the process of coming
awake first, knowing that we are suffering some
kind of heart or head attack, swooning and coming
abruptly conscious again in the arms of two kindly
persons who reassure one audibly that everything
is quite all right. Nor do the impressions of a
dream stay with us-at least they have never so
stayed with me-that after a year such an experi-
ence is as vivid as many of my experiences in Si-
beria during the late world war.

I went somewhere, penetrated to a distinct place
and had an actual physical experience. I found
myself an existing entity in a locality where per-
sons I had always called "dead" were not dead at
all. They were very much alive.

The termination of this journey-my exit so to
speak-was as peculiar as my advent.

Instantly, instead of real biliousness, I was
caught in a swirl of bluish vapor that seemed to
roll in from nowhere in particular. Instead of
plunging prone I was lifted and levitated. Up, up,
up I seemed to tumble / eet first despite the ludi-
crousness of the description. A long, swift, swirling
journey of this. And then something clicked. Some-
thing in my body. The best analogy is the sound my
repeating deer-rifle makes when I work the ejector
mechanism-a flat, metallic, automatic sensation.
Next I was sitting up in bed in my physical body
again, as wide awake as I am at this moment,
staring at the patch of window where the Cali-
fornia starlight was visible, and a reflexion of
physical exhaustion through my chest, diaphragm
and abdomen that lasted several minutes. Not any
digestive distress, you understand. Simply a great
weariness in my torso as though I had passed
through a great physical ordeal and my heart must
accelerate to make up the lost energy.
"That wasn't a dream!" I cried aloud. And my
voice awoke Laska who straightened to her
haunches.
...

Very interesting article. I'm intrigued, after reading his reaction to his experience, in this man's political story.

https://archive.org/search.php?query=William+Dudley+Pelley&sin=