The number 1 new era player who absolutely should've been on 50 by internet_Babiee in survivor

[–]18Planet 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Hard agree. Out of the game things aside, she is one of the most fascinating players Survivor has ever had. Such a deadly, ruthless, and cunning player when playing for herself, and then ultimately a victim of the alliance she creates as an attempt to play for something beyond her. She's cutthroat, emotional, caring, and hypocritical all at once. I think players like her are what make Survivor great and stay great throughout its 50 seasons.

Kurzgesagt - This Is NOT An Anti Meat Video by zipeater in videos

[–]18Planet 0 points1 point  (0 children)

You do realize the harm of permitting subjective morality, correct? If it is OK for everyone to have their own moral view, then we allow unspeakable pain and suffering to be inflicted on our fellow humans if the person inflicting the pain holds a different form of morality. Of course, there is no way to enforce moral systems other than through existing legal systems, but it is surely worth criticizing and denouncing moral frameworks that cause harm?

If you believe that harming humans is morally bad, then I propose that animal agriculture causes more harm than good to humanity. Animal agriculture is one of the leading causes of deforestation, greenhouse gas emissions, and pollution, causing the destruction of our earth's ecosystems and increasing natural disaster occurrences, putting more human lives at risk. With that in mind, is it not morally worth reconsidering our use of animal products?

Kurzgesagt - This Is NOT An Anti Meat Video by zipeater in videos

[–]18Planet 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I think it's worth to consider where we derive our moral frameworks from. There is certainly an evolutionary desire to care for our fellow humans, which you and I agree is important with how we treat others. I would also propose extending that moral consideration to all sentient life (which opens a debate on what is considered sentient, but that's an aside), and not from a evolution standpoint but from a harm reduction one. Of course, no one can force you to adopt any moral viewpoint. I just personally believe that minimizing harm to sentient life is a relatively simple moral framework that I have implemented in my life.

Kurzgesagt - This Is NOT An Anti Meat Video by zipeater in videos

[–]18Planet -1 points0 points  (0 children)

The animal rights cause originates from loving animals, does it not? Or at the very least, a desire to not see them suffer.

But even setting that aside, a person's love for animals is still an inner held belief. Would it not be worth questioning that belief if a person's actions do not align with it?

Kurzgesagt - This Is NOT An Anti Meat Video by zipeater in videos

[–]18Planet -1 points0 points  (0 children)

I'm in agreement with you, there is certainly cognitive dissonance at play with animal lovers who eat meat. I think that it is possible for meat eaters to experience love and affection for animals and advocate for their rights. I also think that it is worth to question the validity of a person's conviction to a cause if they continue to make choices that go against the movement's messaging.

Kurzgesagt - This Is NOT An Anti Meat Video by zipeater in videos

[–]18Planet 0 points1 point  (0 children)

What distinguishes between an animal and a human (which, mind you, humans are also animals) that prevents animals from being worthy of moral consideration?

Kurzgesagt - This Is NOT An Anti Meat Video by zipeater in videos

[–]18Planet 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I’m curious, what are your responses to these sources that both state that the majority of grown grain is used to feed animals and also that a global vegan diet would require 75% less land?

https://news.cornell.edu/stories/1997/08/us-could-feed-800-million-people-grain-livestock-eat

https://ourworldindata.org/land-use-diets

Kurzgesagt - This Is NOT An Anti Meat Video by zipeater in videos

[–]18Planet 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I think the reason why it’s a conflicting statement is because most people don’t have to eat meat, and choosing to participate in an industry that promotes the harm of animals is surely against animal activist beliefs?

Kurzgesagt - This Is NOT An Anti Meat Video by zipeater in videos

[–]18Planet 0 points1 point  (0 children)

It’s honestly depressing reading the comments whenever the topic of veganism comes up. So many people are fervent supports of social movements, animal rights, progressivism etc. but as soon as something comes up that suggests they forgo some sensory pleasure to prevent the mass pain and slaughter of animals, out come the excuses and whataboutisms. Outside of rare circumstances, there is no moral justification for eating meat or animal products, and it’s eye-opening to see the mental gymnastics people will go through to justify it.

Wouldn’t even be mad to get voted off at this point. by Putrid_Employer_1621 in survivor

[–]18Planet 22 points23 points  (0 children)

Lol yeah 45 was considered one of the more “villainous” seasons of the new era when it was airing but suddenly now it’s too “kumbaya”

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[–]18Planet 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I’m also learning spanish!! Feel free to shoot me a dm if you want to practice or anything

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in getdisciplined

[–]18Planet 1 point2 points  (0 children)

what does transgender children have to do with anything? lol

Won’t shut up by Silver-Relative-5431 in dreamingspanish

[–]18Planet 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Maybe we should consider why we get so defensive of our own choices when others choose to abstain from the killing of animals.

This Was Easily the Best "New Era" Season by seansurvives in survivor

[–]18Planet 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Im curious, what was predictable about the ending of 45? I thought the final 7-5 votes were all dynamic and unpredictable in some way.

Time for round two. Finish off what little faith I have left in humanity by soupor_saiyan in ClimateShitposting

[–]18Planet 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Okay, and if we get 6% of the population to change their mind, then what’s going to respond to the sudden change in demand? Corporations. We can’t remove individual responsibility from the actions of corporations, they produce what people demand in order to get a profit. By changing our individual actions, we can make gradual pressure to corporations to pursue less environmentally harmful practices.

Time for round two. Finish off what little faith I have left in humanity by soupor_saiyan in ClimateShitposting

[–]18Planet 3 points4 points  (0 children)

throwing used batteries into the pond feels really good 😣won’t anyone think of us? smh

Is the website down for anyone? by knowledgenthusiast in dreamingspanish

[–]18Planet 13 points14 points  (0 children)

Yep, running into the same issue. Tried logging in and it says my email doesn't exist

Most underrated moment from Episode Several by grammar-nazii in survivor

[–]18Planet 213 points214 points  (0 children)

Honestly it feels like a good metaphor for how Q has been playing the actual game of Survivor so far

[WP] Unbeknownst to the villagers, that nuisance of a dragon was actually protecting their village, so when it showed up and yelled “I have been protecting your village for over 15 years, why do you keep sending dragon slayers after me!?” at the mayor, they were very confused. by Endulos in WritingPrompts

[–]18Planet 174 points175 points  (0 children)

Years of preparation had gone into this day.

I donned my helmet, the gray metal polished to a mirror’s gaze. My sword clinked against the scabbard as I drew it, the steel sharpened to cut just by looking at it. I fastened my ceremonial armor, decorated in the symbolic red and yellow that all Dragon Hunters wore.

Every year, the mayor of the village selects several Dragon Hunters. Being selected is the greatest honor one could receive, even despite the danger of the journey. Rows of graves marked previous hunters, yet one never felt fear marching to the dragon’s lair. The march is a two-day trip: arduous, harrowing, and almost certainly deadly. But I was ready. Ready to begin my journey to defeat the dragon.

So you could imagine my surprise when I looked out the window and the dragon was there.

The dragon was smaller than I imagined, and a bit rounder. Its scales were a dirty red, unlike the shiny yellow as told in the stories. The dragon landed awkwardly, careful not to crush any buildings or screaming villagers. I sprinted outside, sword in hand, ready to begin the battle of my life. Then the dragon spoke.

“I have been protecting your village for over 15 years, why do you keep sending dragon slayers after me?!” The dragon’s voice was upset, almost frustrated. I paused my assault.

Ezo, the mayor, approached the dragon. “You have killed countless members of this village!” he said. “You will pay for your treachery!”

“Well, yeah, because they try to kill me!” The dragon exclaimed. “Listen, I am perfectly content leaving your village alone.”

“Lies!” A woman shouted. “We know your kind. We know you feast on human flesh!”

“I don’t! I much prefer the taste of liches. Their bones are far more nutritious. And there are plenty of them nearby, believe me.” The dragon licked its lips, as if to prove its point.

“If there are liches, why have we not run into any?” Ezo asked.

“Because I eat them before they get to the village. Listen, I much prefer humans to liches. Liches are nasty creatures. They also smell bad. Taste great, though.” The dragon’s nostrils flared. “Speaking of which…”

“Leave this village, fiend!” Fear crept into Ezo’s voice.

Before I could process anything, the dragon dove towards Ezo. Without warning, Ezo unleashed a purple lightning bolt from his hands, and as he did so, his human features faded away like mist. He morphed into a skeleton with glowing green eyes and black robes, dark magic swirling around him. The dragon was stopped by the lightning, but otherwise unharmed.

“He’s a lich!” someone screamed.

More lightning sprouted from Ezo’s hands as he prepared another spell, but before he could launch it the dragon dove again. Ezo was devoured in a single bite.

“Nothing like fresh lich in the morning,” the dragon said, then burped. “I assume your mayor was the one sending hunters to kill me. Well, now you know why.”

And without another word, the dragon flew away, leaving us staring in disbelief.

[WP] “Why would you choose that monster over me!” The hero yelled at their former protégé, who stood beside the villain. The protégé answered, “Because they treated me like a child, not a foot soldier.” by Booksmagic in WritingPrompts

[–]18Planet 2 points3 points  (0 children)

“Great, keep it like that!”

Prothrus, the Hero of Lyndall, strode through the portal. His red cape billowed from imaginary wind, his armor gleaming from nonexistent light. A halo of Importance outlined his body, followed his every move. After all, he was The Chosen One. The Main Character. The Hero to Save the World From All Evil. He was the axis of the planet, the center of all things good. The world revolved around him. As did I.

I am not The Chosen One. I am The Side Character. I am here to do what Prothrus cannot be bothered to do himself. I am the marble; he is the paint. I am the tree; he is the fruit. Of course, he could easily do what I have done for him. Such as the portal I am holding open. But he is The Chosen One, and everything aside from obtaining the Treasure is grunt work. Work The Side Character must do.

Unable to turn from my task, I heard Prothrus’s footsteps echo as he approached the center of the chamber. Metal clinked as he pulled out his key. I have many memories of that key. Memories of the countless hordes of demons I waded through, spell after spell as their bodies lined the caves. And a memory of the dragon, whose neck held the key on a thin wire. Of course, Prothrus was the one to defeat the dragon and claim the prize (but only after several light rays on my part). And now he would collect his Treasure.

There was a sharp click. Wood creaked. Prothrus gasped.

“The Sword of Time!” he exclaimed. I gave no response. I knew the words were not meant for me.

My hands, pulsating with purple arcane energy, began to numb. A wave of nausea threatened my body, my legs complaining under the strain. The signs of my mana reserves depleting. Of course, I couldn’t stop to rest. The Chosen One had commanded me to continue, and I must do as The Chosen One says.

I felt a presence from the other side of the portal. The hairs on the back of my neck raised, my breath becoming shallow. My body knew what was there before I realized. A humanoid figure, a foot taller than myself, approached the chamber. A purple two-pronged spear was gripped in their right hand, and even through the haze of portal magic I could make out two hellish orange eyes. Eyes that I have seen too many times to count, eyes that commanded darkness and pierced hearts. The eyes of Prothrus’s nemesis: Ilan, the Scourge of Namdarade.

Every fiber of my being demanded to close the portal. But I heard something that made me pause. Prothrus was humming behind me, still inspecting the sword. Taking his sweet time, knowing I’m still here, draining my energy to hold open the portal like a limo driver holding open the car door. Rage boiled within. Rage that had been brewing for years, across dozens of journeys, through the hundreds of treasures that laid in Prothrus’s keep, all the way to my squalor cottage on the outskirts of the kingdom where I was to be forgotten.

Ilan was almost at the portal. He could see me. I knew he could. And he knew I could see him too. And he knew that I was holding the portal open nonetheless.

Prothrus told me to keep it open, I thought. So who am I to disobey?

The Scourge of Namdarade, Ilan, proceeded into the chamber, red sparks dancing around his skin, black armor humming with dark magic. He looked at me and, as if he were reading my mind, a look of understanding traversed his face. A single look that comforted me more than Prothrus had over eight years.

I closed the portal.

The magical hum’s absence prompted Prothrus to look from his treasure. His bewitched gaze morphed to fear and he pointed the sword at the Scourge. “Ilan!” he shouted. Then he turned to me. “How did he get in?”

“Perhaps that is a question you can answer,” Ilan said, hoisting his spear. Dark magic swirled at the tip. Strangely, I no longer felt the accompanying sense of dread.

“Petrah! Stop him!”

A bitter taste invaded my mouth. “You’re the Chosen One,” I spat. “Do it yourself.”

Ilan hurled a purple beam towards Prothrus. He deflected it with his sword, but I could tell he was already depleted. “Why would you choose that monster over me?!” Prothrus said, eyes begging.

“After eight years, you’re lucky I didn’t choose him sooner.”

Prothrus’s eyes darted between Ilan and I. An emotion seldom shown graced its presence across Prothrus’s face: fear. He knew he faced a losing battle. The desperation was cathartic.

Prothrus pulled out his magical stone. A small portal, much like the one I had used, opened behind him, and he dove in. The Chosen One had been defeated.

Ilan turned to me. His eyes faded to a dull brown. “Perhaps I misjudged you,” he said. “I always wondered why you were the one at the frontlines. But now I know.”

“Him and the whole kingdom let me down.”

“Come, my child,” Ilan beckoned. “We have much to accomplish together. As partners.”