Looks like one of those mechanical cancer SCPs.

This is the whole "if humans were going to have wings we'd have to redesign the whole organism from the ground up" fiasco all over again.

Nutty. Putty. Way up on the list of most horrible ways to die.

Well, you just gotta only allow one archetype per team, figure out a system for the players to draft their choice fairly, and then let the chips fall where they may.

The story is in The Devil's Storybook, by Natalie Babbitt.

I've used it to tone down the language I wanted to use in an angry email. I wrote the draft that I wanted to send, and then copied it in and said "What's a more diplomatic way to write this?" It gave a very milquetoast revision, so I said "Keep it diplomatic, but a little bit more assertive," and it gave me another, better draft. Then I rewrote the parts that were obviously in robot voice so they were more plausibly like something I would write, and I felt pretty good about that response.

The technology has its uses, but good God, if you don't actually know what you're talking about when you use it, it's going to feed you dogshit and tell you it's caviar, and you aren't going to know the difference.

When confronted, the young man's mother admitted that the signs in the trunk of the car belonged to her son, who she described as "just an idiot."

At one point when I was in my mid to late-twenties, my workplace's neighbor had their sprinkler system fail and flood their business. It was so bad that a bunch of water seeped under the adjoining wall and we had about a half an inch of water across a third of our fairly large store. There were maybe a dozen or so of us working there at the time, and we all got called in to rapidly move merchandise out into a big truck so that it wouldn't get spoiled by the damp air before the remediation guys could do their thing.

So there's all of these people, most of them younger than me, but not by a lot, running back and forth with crates of merchandise, and I looked around and immediately saw how chaotic and inefficient it was.

So I said, "Okay, you stand by the truck. You stand by the front door, you stand just inside. You stand a little further in than that. The first person just picks up a crate, and we bucket brigade it all out to the truck."

It was an obvious solution, and it made the work go by so much faster and easier, but apparently I was the only one who thought to do it. I realized that in that moment, in a moderately large group, I was the most responsible adult in the room.

And I'm pretty sure that was when my childhood ended.

Fully agreed.

Deep fried pecan pie on a stick!

I'm not sure if the fact that she didn't have a job in her major is indicative of why there's a mental health crisis, or the other way around.

Would you rather push a boulder up a hill... or up a sheer cliff face while stormtroopers at the top are shooting at you and rounding up everyone who could help and putting them in camps?

By Odin's beard, I wish that animated series set in 3008 could have worked out.

Wallet. Phone. Keys...

Also, the 2000 Presidential election results in Florida:

Blacula is legitimately fantastic. It's full-on a story about the lingering violence springing from European colonialism and the slave trade.

Just one example: The main character is an African prince, and his name is Mamuwalde, but when Dracula turns him, he says "I curse you with my name! You shall be called BLACULA!" For the rest of the film, no one calls him Blacula, because his name is Mamuwalde! Except there was one subtitle that slipped and read something like "BLACULA: I lost her because of you!", and I immediately thought, "Hey you subtitling asshole, his goddamn name is Mamuwalde!"

By the end of the movie I was rooting for him in the fight with the LAPD.

She told me that she couldn't be bothered to think about Donald Trump.

Funny thing about that...

The former Berlin businessman I referred to earlier told me that he blamed his own group, people with the time and the money and the opportunity to know better, for what happened to Germany. "We ignored Hitler," he said. "We considered him an unimportant fellow, not quite a gentleman, not of our own class. We considered it just a little bit vulgar to bother with him, to bother with politics at all."

—Robert A. Heinlein, Take Back Your Government

Not blaming you or your friend for Trump, but reading the book that quote came from made me a lot more engaged in politics on a day-to-day basis.

That boy needs therapy.

Knocking him down won the first fight. I wanted to win all the next ones, too, right then, so they'd leave me alone.

—Ender Wiggin, Ender's Game, by Orson Scott Card

P.S. This attitude led Ender to >!accidentally genocide an entire sentient alien species.!<