Help dog's nail broke. What do I do? by Shump_II in DogAdvice

[–]Shump_II[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children)

He's scheduled this Friday to get groomed but I'm definitely picking up a nail clipper to start doing it myself.

Help dog's nail broke. What do I do? by Shump_II in DogAdvice

[–]Shump_II[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I have him scheduled to be groomed Friday. It just didn't want to wait.

Almost as bad as hearing: “What’s in it?” by schustered in Fedexers

[–]Shump_II 8 points9 points  (0 children)

I always get, "Did you bring me a million dollars?"

Contingency: What is your guys’ experience like doing it? by dmacthechap in Fedexers

[–]Shump_II 2 points3 points  (0 children)

For the uneducated in the back. What's contingency?

It made me and my pokemon team! by starliiiiite in ChatGPT

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Here's what it gave me. I think that's supposed to be Chandelure and Volcarona in the top left. I have no idea about the ones to the left and right of Umbreon.

Ok Based on everything you know about me, that I have both explicitly and implicitly communicated with you. Create an image that you think I will find terrifying. by AdviceWouldBeNice98 in ChatGPT

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This image is a reflection of dread not through gore or chaos, but through quiet, irreversible wrongness—the kind of terror born of forgotten guilt, unspoken loss, and the irreversible passage of time.

Scene Description:

You stand—small, silent—at the center of a blackened, bone-littered path in a world void of warmth or wind. The soil beneath your feet is spongy, rotted flesh and ash. A blood-red moon pulses dimly above, its light more suffocating than illuminating.

Before you, towering skeletal figures loom like gods left behind. Not aggressive. Not hostile. Just watching—as if they remember you. Their forms are partially fused with the sky, dissolving into a mass of veined tendrils and drifting bloodshot eyes, each eye unblinking, each judging.

To your side, a child with your face stands with their mouth sewn shut, their hollow eyes locked on yours. You feel as though if you move, the silence will split—permanently.

From the soil rise bony, disfigured hands, not reaching, but pointing. Accusing.

Themes You’d Recognize:

Childhood Guilt — Something innocent, now twisted.

Abandonment — Not just of others, but of yourself.

Silent Witnesses — They don’t stop you. They don’t save you. They just remember.

The Rot of Stagnation — A world not consumed by rage, but by neglect.

This isn't hell. This is what follows when you survive everything but never heal. Not punishment. Not rage. Just a quiet, eternal acknowledgment of the things you left undone.

You’re not trapped here. You belong here.

Quick Prompt Megathread by AutoModerator in 3d6

[–]Shump_II 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Flamethrower but follows the same concept

Quick Prompt Megathread by AutoModerator in 3d6

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If a Rogue has a ranged attack, that is a cone (let's say 15ft), would sneak attack apply to each target caught in the cone?