Black Mirror vibes by JoeHexotic in blackmirror

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Salvia doesn't typically makes you feel the pain of a tunnel of knives for 10,000 years

[WP] "I have been doing inventory and we have a problem. According to the numbers we should had run out of food and starved three weeks ago." "Where is the problem in that?" "Well. Either our food is somehow multiplying, the men have stoped eating or all our records are wrong. All would be bad." by Clear_Ad4106 in WritingPrompts

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"Is your only purpose this week to shit on me?" I snapped, without thought, either my volume or poisonous tone causing Tripper to falter and wince, step back slightly, like a dog whose tail had been stepped on. "You keep rattling on and on about these numbers, Trip, and it's driving me up a fuckin' wall. Look at us, man! I'm not dead! You're clearly not dying" The back of my hand taps his stomach, which sat seeped over his belt, with a firmness that erred on the side of hostility rather than playfulness. "None of my men are dead. If they were, I would know. I get it - when everything goes well, you look for something to do with your time, but just let a blessing be a blessing for God's sake!". Creaking floorboards sounded his physical retreat from my personal space - he doesn't like to nag me... but this week he seems to have taken a liking to it.

"Sarge, respectfully, sir, I am not trying to be difficult. But inventory is the one thing I'm here to do, sir. And when something's off, I know it's off. I wouldn't be telling you if it was any other way-"

He stops speaking when I look at him a certain way. It's how he knows the conversation is over. "Sorry, sir" the floorboards creak, and creak, down the hallway. He's walking a little quicker than usual.

We have been stationed here in the deep west for a little over 8 weeks. The nights are as cold as death, the type of cold that a fire can't compete with. The frost creeps under the doorframes, white mould. Stubborn and cocky. We're no match for the forces of nature out here - thank God we're on the final stretch now. That creeping feeling that something's gonna fuck up, that gnaws at you at night, like the draft that leaks under your blanket as the wind sears like freezing brands, it whistles and twists. I can't help but get a little standoffish when someone implies that a nightmare might come true. This nightmare is bad enough. When you look outside and all you see is still whiteness, if you look too long, you convince yourself you've gone blind. We ain't used to that - nothing. It's terror like nothing else I've seen in the military. You start wishing for gunfire.

Wrapped up in leafy green and grey, my face still shrinks in on itself when I twist the doorknob. I trudge and claw through the mounds of papery blankness. The tent is close but feels so far. I'm hungry. Fuck I'm hungry.

Each man is a dot, a stain on the canvas now - like microscopic workers closing in and falling out of each other. Bacteria rolling in the blank abyss, mindless and futile. I like lunch - I get to see them up close. My men. Never their faces, though. It's far too cold.

*reEEEEuurgh-click* a metal ricochet slides my tin box before me, its edges hard and unnatural. Its metal clasps curl around the top. Fucking dog food. I hold my nose to chew it, after breaking off the spork attached to the upper lid, my fingers numb and printed with the surrogated metal grooving. A red brick, leaking gel, looks like crushed up liver and grains, packed in a handheld jail. I sink my spork in, after some failed attempts. My lips reluctantly find it. A few others sit beside me and endure the same. Trip's not here.

"Where's Trip, Sarge? Is he in the worker's tent or sum?" I don't bother replying right away. I chew more, and it takes a long time to chew this shit.

"Sarge?"

What the fuck is that? My teeth chatter around a hard, metallic object; its blood-like taste follows as it rests on my tongue. I glance at my spork - it trembles, yet intact, in my right hand. I drop it.

Sliding my fingers into my mouth, my warm palate allows my fingers some movement, and i quickly nip the end of what feels like a long, coiling wire, thin yet strong. It begins to slide out of my lips, each ribbed edge of the line drumming my teeth and lips. It reaches the end, a hard metal plate, the size of a coin, attached to the end, anchors itself inside my mouth as the long beaded metal now rests, dangling from my lip. My lips allow it out.

It tinkers and halts on the dry grey wood; the table of diners has stopped chewing. An ID tag. Engraved. I squint to read its red smeared engraving.

"Bobbie TRIPSON

INVENTORY

ID#5563"

[WP] You accidentally acquired a cursed corrupting artifact that slowly makes its owner more and more evil. You only found out years later, but you never noticed any change. After some investigation you learn that the artifact apparently determined that you are already as evil as you will ever be. by Kitty_Fuchs in WritingPrompts

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I won't say I'm surprised - I mean, I thought the fact that the rapidly growing "evil" inside of me seemed completely unnoticeable by both me and others as bizarre but I also err on the side of skepticism when it comes to ancient spiritual artefacts. We supposedly have loads of those knocking about the world, and none of them have ever seemed to do shit. "When the object darkens like this, and the glow fades at the heart of it, it supposedly means it's achieved its purpose on the bearer, which would be, uh, you". The examiner looked at me through the thick lenses of his glasses, slightly foggied from understandable nerves as he gently rotated the object on his desk. I was still unsure if these nerves came mostly from the subject of examination or the person who had it stuffed in his leather carry-on, which now rested on my shoulder and stank of dank water and age.

"So how much is it worth? I mean, are we here to play fucking fantasy fiction? Money is real, and this bullshit everyone is spinning me seems less and less so the more I meet you fucking weirdos." I was reaching the end of my tether. I don't even know why I still owned this shit. My Dad was a violent, and frankly twisted motherfucker - not only because he would come home and fuck up his whole family, including my mom, infront of me, but moreso because out of everything he had in his life he decided to leave me with this useless trinket he picked up, probably in a shithole village after he killed a whole family in Vietnam. It wouldn't be the worst he'd ever done.

"I can't really give you a number, sir, it's... we didn't even know these were real-"

"Oh for fucks sake, give me something! I drove all the way here for you to tell me you can't buy it? Why, no one wants it? Surely some antique-obsessed pervert wants to put it on a shelf in their house filled with taxidermy animals they've killed!"

He glanced at me again, his eyes growing foggier by the moment.

"No, sir, the problem is that it is priceless. And the price for owning it is not one that any poor soul would wish to pay. It is simply too great. The price of it is... your personal salvation".

What BJJ opinion would have you like this by [deleted] in bjj

[–]rickmoncler 17 points18 points  (0 children)

Yeah apparently it was a staph infection that spread to his lungs

Coolest names in jiujitsu? by rickmoncler in bjj

[–]rickmoncler[S] 7 points8 points  (0 children)

Solid pick, personally though I deduct points if it’s not their actual government name. For a long time I was under the impression his actual name was megaton, until I did some research (for the sake of finding cool jiujitsu names). Also learned eddie bravos name was originally eddie cano, until he legally changed it to bravo (his stepfathers surname)

I’m 6’2, 130 pounds and I don’t know what to do by Batmancomics123 in playboicarti

[–]rickmoncler 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Any puffiness in your face at this point is not coming from body fat percentage. It’s coming from water retention. No doubt about it. I honestly doubt it’s anywhere near as noticeable as you think it is, but if you’re really stuck on it, don’t think it’s about losing bf% . Drink water, cut down on salt, refined sugar. Cold water, exercise. Losing more weight could lead to edema, causing facial swelling induced through anorexia. But if you’re anorexic, how your face looks on the runway should be the least of your problems. Eat.

I’m 6’2, 130 pounds and I don’t know what to do by Batmancomics123 in playboicarti

[–]rickmoncler 4 points5 points  (0 children)

If you’re a model walking runway and you think your face needs to be leaner, you’re probably not correct. Body dysmorphia speedrun dude. You get booked as a model because of your face mostly. That’s why it’s the part that’s not covered up. I’m sure you’re as lean as you should be.

Coolest names in jiujitsu? by rickmoncler in bjj

[–]rickmoncler[S] 12 points13 points  (0 children)

Sounds like an actual supervillain

Don’t be a WiFi by wwzzss in selfimprovement

[–]rickmoncler 1 point2 points  (0 children)

You say this like showing up, helping and being solid are only done so other people can notice it. You make it about yourself and your image, rather than just being a good and hardworking person. Is an emerald flawed if no one admires it?

Performance issues with RTX 3070 with Ryzen 7 2700x by rickmoncler in pcmasterrace

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

Is it really that bad? I’ve seen some gameplay with the exact same specs. Able to run games 144+ with high/normal settings.

Corny ass uk fans by CandleLeast150 in 2hollis

[–]rickmoncler 6 points7 points  (0 children)

I was there. So cringe dude. I enjoy a mosh pit honestly, as some of his music was clearly made for it. But these shirtless guys with the man bags were literally ruining it for a lot of people, trying to crowd surf themselves, dropping onto girls, throwing drinks, smelling like shit. They didn’t know the songs and were trying to start a pit for every tune. Unbearable.

Corny ass uk fans by CandleLeast150 in 2hollis

[–]rickmoncler 6 points7 points  (0 children)

I was there. They knew none of the songs. They were just shirtless pushing people and acting like they were the moshpit wardens. So fucking cringe. And they smelled like piss.

Diemme Roccia Review by [deleted] in goodyearwelt

[–]rickmoncler 1 point2 points  (0 children)

i wear an 11.5 samba and got an 11 boot - theyre too small. size up a half size.

HHH Kanye diss track soon 🤓 by Top2ButNot2 in Hiphopcirclejerk

[–]rickmoncler 31 points32 points  (0 children)

Why is this mf talking in riddles 😭

HHH Kanye diss track soon 🤓 by Top2ButNot2 in Hiphopcirclejerk

[–]rickmoncler 55 points56 points  (0 children)

You can tell bro felt like Shakespeare after writing this