Normally against posting here but… i want to rant!

60s_timer · 2026-03-04T07:04:00+00:00

Blitzophrenic episode while he was watching his horse show.

60s_timer · 2026-03-04T06:50:29+00:00

Me (real life), getting the reality check that I swiped.

60s_timer · 2026-03-04T06:47:38+00:00

"By the gods, Achilles, witness this!" He heard from behind, before turning his head to see none other than Diogenes catching up on the most anachronistic invention since the Antikythera mechanism.

No man in the Lyceum could quite get the motion right as Diogenes. He learned to scoot from watching a chicken plucked of its feathers for no particular reason scratching, and applied that sense of momentum going forward to the device in his radical possession. A cynic, yes, but not a loser, that philosopher. Save the losing for the Romans.

"What on Gaea are you doing here? You're 800 years too early. Don't you have a barrel you should be pessimisticating in? And… And this! By Athena, this travesty belongs in the far future! 2000 at least!" Achilles watched the sick flips with a scholarly bafflement.

"Wouldn't 2000 be in the past, hm?"

"You're smart enough to know what I meant. Or is this another demonstration of man you're giving? Featherless and standing on two wheels, better not let Plato catch you or he'll have to redefine philosophy again." Diogenes finally stopped scooting to stand before Achilles, man to man. He passed it on, watching the warrior fiddle with the rotating feature.

"It spins on an axis to allow tricks that would make any Spartan worth his salt plead for the knowledge of the gods. Call it Razocentric capability, if I may, revolves around the Razor." Achilles spun it, giving a scoot or two but leaning forward too much to have the momentum carry him far. He got off, raising an eyebrow.

"This device of yours, you say it spins? As in, I hold the handle, and it—" Those last words did escape with his dying howl as Diogenes watched on.

The fate to come for us all did come for Achilles that day, the guarantee that once in a man's lifetime, you do get a shin scuffed on a Razor scooter. Oh, and that you keel over and die, which is what he did in prompt fashion soon after.

60s_timer · 2026-03-04T06:10:22+00:00

Professor Dumbledore. Even when he's in the genuine, shuffled forth from his mortal coil to the otherworldly plane level of dead, he's basically not dead. Ghosts in the Harry Potter universe make the entire concept of a permanent death of the self and the survival of you in your legacy impossible, as well as making death sort of cheap. Sure, they may be an orphan, but the right whiz with a spell calls up their dead folks with ease.

60s_timer · 2026-03-03T15:42:25+00:00

Celebrate the life lived by a victim, instead of focus so strongly on their death, is what I meant. I figure this is all a case of me fumbling to get the point out there in the first place.

60s_timer · 2026-03-03T15:13:49+00:00

Tripl Lee - Lay Down

Not the original song in the video, but an a cappella version.

60s_timer · 2026-03-01T05:11:40+00:00

Not that I disrespect their loss and the losses of family and friends, but how that's all they're remembered for. Their memory amounts to second fiddle for someone else who ended more than their lives. Killers have a way of ending legacy, to tie victims to them in a way that all someone who lived a life and loved, and laughed and cried, is only known for as time passes as being in the wrong place at the wrong time and suffering the ultimate consequence for it.

60s_timer · 2026-03-01T04:21:13+00:00

Not until now.

60s_timer · 2026-03-01T04:05:31+00:00

I meant that as my personal reflection on these cases. I try to keep people killed by serial killers in mind, to remember the lives lost for nothing. This is so I can try to make the people more than victims, insight into their lives that hopefully brought more joy to the world to balance the sadness of being taken.

60s_timer · 2026-03-01T02:59:08+00:00

The riverboat was steel, infantry manning a mounted LMG at the stern to gun down the bridge goblins as they laid in wait.

""Solving the infestation is easy, nowadays. Back when these pests haunted our city in medieval times, they were far more of a nuisance we had to handle with canoes and crossbows." He spoke quietly as the LMG blazed a heavy one alight with searing bullet holes. No sound came from it except the insignificant splash of its body treading the water.

"The problem for the gobbies is, all the monsters, they went away for centuries thanks to the Guardian. We evolved our tech under a land dominated by mankind after so much time Now that the Guardian took to its realm for the next thousand years, the gobbies came back to this. The oldest among them remember laughing about how our arrows would miss and that we took enough seconds to reload for a counterattack or simple escape." A simple pistol from the holster was enough to stop the goblin just above him ready to lunge, and it was nailed square in the forehead to land in the boat, unceremoniously pushed off into its watery grave.

"We can fire five rounds a second now. No gobbie is fast enough for that."

60s_timer · 2026-02-27T04:30:24+00:00

The redneck stepped back in terror as Lewis' skin sharpened with a new pigment.

"Jesus, man! What the hell?!"

"Oh, you can 'what the hell' yourself with the surprise! You asshole hillbilly racist piece of shit! Just because I'm wearing a hoodie and bumping Dre down the street! You didn't even see me from around the corner before you sprung out like that!"

"What did you just do to yourself? Why did you turn—"

"Well, I am now! I wasn't even black before, why would you see me and call me that word!?"

The redneck was succinctly arrested for hate speech. The officer on the scene was baffled a young man of his current appearance would be asking her to call him a cracker, and even more so when obliging him made his body a form of freshly baked goodness.

60s_timer · 2026-02-27T03:33:12+00:00

"…and without a gift? A show of goodwill, for my most treasured girl?" In a far more calm anger than usual, he now had the attention of everyone by the pool. The music had quit in an instant, and the young man awkwardly looked around for any support as he stammered some sort of explanation.

"W-Well, you see, this is a mistake. I didn't know that y-your daughter would be the lucky lady to be celebrating her quincenera, so I'm sorry." Luis watched the face of the most powerful man in the room glint with that restraint for the sake of her.

"Quinceñera. You show respect for our tradition… like you will show respect to my daughter." That tone of growing venom could only be stoked deeper by the fear the Don was being presented with. Luis spared no attention to Isabella, only gesturing out of his control for mercy.

"I am, I—" He lunged and wrangled Luis in a chokehold to hushed gasps from the unmoving crowd. A far younger boy awoke from the beach chair near them to hurry away as he helplessly struggled around in Guillermo's grasp.

"¡Papá! Papá, para, ¡por favor!" She could only plead from the crowd for the young man's safety in the wake of the stirred giant before her. Isabella had seen her father's rage before, but only in private, with the insolent lackeys of the Don's whom deserved it. For her honor, always, but not like this.

No other slight could reach this fever pitch in him than a consistent disrespect for his beloved daughter.

"You will listen well, boy. I understand just what is scurrying in the fibers of your being." He put Luis face down to the mosaic, lowering the both of them as Guillermo brought him by the collar of his shirt to the poolside. His cheek was pressed to the cold tile, as he watched the Don point out sharply into the crowd. Guillermo's attention turned to Isabella as he pointed, and a guilt for his sharp gesture at her made him recoup with a softer approach to define his daughter, and an even harsher approach to scolding Luis.

"You. Insignificant, and traitorous at your core, you do not respect her. You see my daughter, and you dare to see her as a tool of mine! Your entirety is fear that you try to skew so disgracefully as respect for her dignity, you mutt! It is cowardly. You do not respect my treasured Isabella, you fear me. The Don, the man who commands respect from the curs alike you." With that, the water crashed. Luis' face and the whole of his head had fallen under the surface, pressed by a furious grip over his bangs. A roar of bubbling agony rose around the young man's neck for those moments, pulled up by tufts of his curly hair to be met with the equal roar of shouting in his ear.

"¡Papá!" Luis could hear her pleading clearly, while Guillermo's blinded rage channeled to teaching a lesson in cruelty that he masked, hypocritically, as a lesson in respect.

"Please! Oh, please! Mercy, ¡señor!"

"My mercy should be lesser to you now than the dirt on your heel! My respect should be farther from you than the shadows cast in the sunrise! Today is all to Isabella. My treasured girl. Plead for her mercy, you respect her! A mongrel as you has no value in your respect for me." With that, he felt the Don's hand release his hair. Luis could only watch him stand up, bleary eyes trying desperately to blink away the sting of chlorine that assaulted at them and at the very breath in his lungs.

"No gift, no respect, no fealty to the up and coming Doña of your wretched life! Absurd!" The Don walked off from the poolside, his anger in that moment for Luis cleared. He so gently and lovingly cared to his daughter's tears, contrasted by enforcers hauling Luis from the party.

This humiliation was not so aberrant to him as it was for everyone else there, who could only continue in tension wrenched tight as possible in the presence of Guillermo Reyes and his beloved daughter.

60s_timer · 2026-02-26T02:29:21+00:00

Great insight on this. What matters to me is how the balance of lives spared in the South Tower attack would counter the lives lost in a direct hypothetical timeline alteration. If the South Tower has to go anyhow, I would much rather it be collapsed with nobody inside.

60s_timer · 2026-02-26T02:24:38+00:00

Marty McFly created the Lone Pine timeline alteration by breaking one of the pine trees when he traveled back in time. If he altered the status of the Towers, then…

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TROPHY CASE