JaymesRS

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[–] JaymesRS 3 points 2 weeks ago

Oooooh, we used to dream of living in a corridor. It would have been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish heap.

[–] JaymesRS 16 points 3 weeks ago

It’s a good thing Dijon mustard is too spicy for his midwestern tastes, right? Don’t have to worry about that potential fiasco.

[–] JaymesRS 2 points 3 weeks ago* (last edited 3 weeks ago)

No, the trunk will stop it.

Also, everyone knows elephants can’t shoot, so why would they need a gun. 🤔

[–] JaymesRS 12 points 3 weeks ago

Great idea, hey everyone, we’re going to use doingthestuffs dick to stop bullets now. That way your finger doesn’t get stuck in the barrel no matter how smooth it is.

[–] JaymesRS 4 points 3 weeks ago

WOOO!!! Free Malaria in Egypt!!!

[–] JaymesRS 14 points 3 weeks ago (24 children)

And they don’t publicly undercut the old bosses while being second in charge especially in sensitive diplomatic situations.

[–] JaymesRS 11 points 3 weeks ago (1 children)

Is that the one where “Han” “upgrades” the Falcon to a Cybertruck because it “totally has more storage, bro!”

[–] JaymesRS 9 points 3 weeks ago* (last edited 3 weeks ago) (3 children)

Unlike a person, a horse’s hoof will totally only fit in an elephant gun or a howizer, everyone knows that the elephant gun bullets only stop if the elephant puts their trunk in the barrel and the horse would need to be on a ladder for the howitzer. Horses can’t climb ladders, silly.

[–] JaymesRS 31 points 3 weeks ago (5 children)

Sure, but at some point you need to acknowledge that though you can lead a horse to water, you can’t stick their hoof in the barrel of a gun to stop a bullet.

[–] JaymesRS 31 points 3 weeks ago* (last edited 3 weeks ago) (1 children)

99 ÷ 2 = 92 though, right?

[–] JaymesRS 48 points 3 weeks ago (5 children)

One person even noted how kids fingers are smaller and most adult’s fingers wouldn’t fit in the barrel.. lol. That’s what the pinky is for, it’s smol for a reason, duh.

[–] JaymesRS 1 points 3 weeks ago (1 children)

Historically (dating back to the 1600s) it could also be used for tithing or taxing one tenth of an amount too. Are you executing their money?

 

The left needs to challenge Biden, especially on US involvement in Gaza. But to do that, we need to keep him in office.

 

I was doing the BINGO sheet at r/Fantasy and I had heard there were a few other subreddits doing them too like r/Romance. I continued my sheet even after I left Reddit, but I’m stuck because I still want to discuss it, but don’t have any desire to return to Reddit in any fashion.

It was due for r/Fantasy on 4/1 and that’s also when they post the new one. Is there anyone else that had started it that wants to discuss theirs or start one of our own going forward?

 

When I open a link to a video posted in a comment and it opens in the browser, I have to make sure I interact with the screen to keep the display timeout from triggering otherwise the display shuts off and the video/audio stops.

Thanks.

 

Here are the confessions of a vampire. Hypnotic, shocking, and chillingly sensual, this is a novel of mesmerizing beauty and astonishing force—a story of danger and flight, of love and loss, of suspense and resolution, and of the extraordinary power of the senses. It is a novel only Anne Rice could write.

 

A world with no hunger, no disease, no war, no misery: humanity has conquered all those things, and has even conquered death. Now Scythes are the only ones who can end life—and they are commanded to do so, in order to keep the size of the population under control. Citra and Rowan are chosen to apprentice to a scythe—a role that neither wants. These teens must master the “art” of taking life, knowing that the consequence of failure could mean losing their own.

Scythe is the first novel of a thrilling new series by National Book Award–winning author Neal Shusterman in which Citra and Rowan learn that a perfect world comes only with a heavy price.

 

I decided that Orion Lake needed to die after the second time he saved my life.

Everyone loves Orion Lake. Everyone else, that is. Far as I’m concerned, he can keep his flashy combat magic to himself. I’m not joining his pack of adoring fans.

I don’t need help surviving the Scholomance, even if they do. Forget the hordes of monsters and cursed artifacts, I’m probably the most dangerous thing in the place. Just give me a chance and I’ll level mountains and kill untold millions, make myself the dark queen of the world.

At least, that’s what the world expects. Most of the other students in here would be delighted if Orion killed me like one more evil thing that’s crawled out of the drains. Sometimes I think they want me to turn into the evil witch they assume I am. The school certainly does. But the Scholomance isn’t getting what it wants from me. And neither is Orion Lake. I may not be anyone’s idea of the shining hero, but I’m going to make it out of this place alive, and I’m not going to slaughter thousands to do it, either.

Although I’m giving serious consideration to just one.

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Hiro lives in a Los Angeles where franchises line the freeway as far as the eye can see. The only relief from the sea of logos is within the autonomous city-states, where law-abiding citizens don’t dare leave their mansions.

Hiro delivers pizza to the mansions for a living, defending his pies from marauders when necessary with a matched set of samurai swords. His home is a shared 20 X 30 U-Stor-It. He spends most of his time goggled in to the Metaverse, where his avatar is legendary.

But in the club known as The Black Sun, his fellow hackers are being felled by a weird new drug called Snow Crash that reduces them to nothing more than a jittering cloud of bad digital karma (and IRL, a vegetative state). Investigating the Infocalypse leads Hiro all the way back to the beginning of language itself, with roots in an ancient Sumerian priesthood.

He’ll be joined by Y.T., a fearless teenaged skateboard courier. Together, they must race to stop a shadowy virtual villain hell-bent on world domination.

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The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle is a breathlessly addictive mystery that follows one man's race to find a killer, with an astonishing time-turning twist that means nothing and no one are quite what they seem.

Aiden Bishop knows the rules. Evelyn Hardcastle will die every day until he can identify her killer and break the cycle. But every time the day begins again, Aiden wakes up in the body of a different guest at Blackheath Manor. And some of his hosts are more helpful than others. With a locked-room mystery that Agatha Christie would envy, Stuart Turton unfurls a breakneck novel of intrigue and suspense.

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From Stuart Turton, author of The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, comes an extraordinary new locked-room murder mystery.

A murder on the high seas. A remarkable detective duo. A demon who may or may not exist.

It's 1634, and Samuel Pipps, the world's greatest detective, is being transported to Amsterdam to be executed for a crime he may, or may not, have committed. Traveling with him is his loyal bodyguard, Arent Hayes, who is determined to prove his friend innocent. Among the other guests is Sara Wessel, a noblewoman with a secret.

But no sooner is their ship out to sea than devilry begins to blight the voyage. A strange symbol appears on the sail. A dead leper stalks the decks. Livestock dies in the night.

And then the passengers hear a terrible voice, whispering to them in the darkness, promising three unholy miracles, followed by a slaughter. First an impossible pursuit. Second an impossible theft. And third an impossible murder.

Could a demon be responsible for their misfortunes?

With Pipps imprisoned, only Arent and Sara can solve a mystery that stretches back into their past and now threatens to sink the ship, killing everybody on board.

Shirley Jackson meets Sherlock Holmes in this chilling thriller of supernatural horror, occult suspicion, and paranormal mystery on the high seas.

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We survived the zombie apocalypse, but how many of us are still haunted by that terrible time? We have (temporarily?) defeated the living dead, but at what cost? Told in the haunting and riveting voices of the men and women who witnessed the horror firsthand, World War Z is the only record of the pandemic.

The Zombie War came unthinkably close to eradicating humanity. Max Brooks, driven by the urgency of preserving the acid-etched first-hand experiences of the survivors, traveled across the United States of America and throughout the world, from decimated cities that once teemed with upwards of thirty million souls to the most remote and inhospitable areas of the planet. He recorded the testimony of men, women, and sometimes children who came face-to-face with the living, or at least the undead, hell of that dreadful time. World War Z is the result. Never before have we had access to a document that so powerfully conveys the depth of fear and horror, and also the ineradicable spirit of resistance, that gripped human society through the plague years.

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