If you look at the ingredients list and it’s a bunch of words you don’t even know… neither does your body (x)
Just like if you break apples and grapefruit down into their chemical components, I’m willing to bet that most people wouldn’t recognize the “ingredients” either. It’s a bunch of words you don’t even know:
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Don’t use these scare tactics – Chemicals aren’t inherently bad. Literally everything is made up chemicals. Trust me, your body knows what niacin is. It knows how to digest fructose and calcium sulfate. Even if you only consume the most basic and “real” foods that are pulled directly off the vine, you’re still ingesting a series of chemical compounds that you probably can’t pronounce. That’s okay.
“If you can’t pronounce it, it’s bad for you” is literally the worst pseudo-scientific scaremongering bullshit tactic. I hate it so much.
I’m pretty sure you can pronounce “arsenic”, but that doesn’t change the fact that arsenic is highly toxic. On the other hand, you couldn’t pronounce “cycloadenosine monophosphate” or “nicotine-amide-dinucleotide-phosphate”, though both of them serve vital roles in human biochemistry and you would die if your body wouldn’t produce them.
Cyanide: Easy to pronounce, very bad for you.
Eicosapentaenoic acid: Difficult to pronounce, very good for you.
It’s more important to know what the chemicals are and why they’re in there. Anti-intellectualism helps no one.
I’m gonna keep reblogging this until my knuckles fall off.
This is especially hilarious because grapefruit is well known for being dangerous for some people because of how it can interact with certain medications. Do fruit loops do that?
“Poison is in everything, and no thing is without poison. The dosage makes it either a poison or a remedy.” – Paracelsus
Something to also keep in mind when you hear someone refer to “toxins”. Like, be specific dude. Water is a fucking toxin.
Crows: smart enough to not only remember but convey to their buddies which humans were nice to them that one time and which were jerks, but dumb enough to get their heads stuck in fences, apparently.
There are humans who manage to get their dicks stuck in toasters I really don’t think we get to judge
people who complain about dinosaurs “not being scary anymore” because its been discovered they have feathers and are closely related to/ancestors of birds are so bizarre like
its not about how scary they are, they are/were real life animals and what matters is learning more about them, not how well they fit into your science fiction horror film lol
can you imagine a 13 foot chicken running at you with full intent to eat you??? thats fucking terrifying holy shit
peacocks are synonymous with vain, frivolous beauty and they will attack cars. they will attack you while you try to get to your car. they’re like six feet of useless feathers and they will destroy you. imagine if they were carnivorous and had functional spurs.
a t-rex could look like a gay disco ball and i guarantee that you would fucking book it if it had a problem with you
listen
listen
have you ever met a swan
if anything the birdier they get the scarier they are
Australia literally fought a war against giant birds AND FUCKING LOST
“Oh man, I can’t deal with birds ‘cause they’re dinosaurs and sometimes it’s like they get this glint in their eyes and they remember.”
“Have you ever interacted with a goose? ‘Cause those things are dicks.”
If chickens were still the size of a T-Rex we’d all be dead. No question.
Feathered creatures that give some serious lie to the idea that feathered dinosaurs ain’t scary:
This is a bearded vulture, or lammergeier. It’s four feet long and has a nine foot wingspan and it eats bones.
This is a shoebill stork. It dropped the duck without biting down shortly after the picture was taken, but if it had decided not to-
… it could have been the end of the road for that duck.
This is the last thing a fish sees before a macaroni penguin eats it.
This is a secretary bird in the act of demonstrating to Lord Voldemort that he came to the wrong neighborhood, ese.
This is a goose.
This is a vulture.
This is a cassowary on the attack.
Be glad I couldn’t find the actual gif of a pelican swallowing a fish, because it’s freakin’ Lovecraftian in its HEADS SHOULD NOT BEND THAT WAY factor. You’ll have to settle for the idea of a feathered dinosaur suddenly going GLORP and devouring its victims whole just like this lady here.
Steven Spielberg didn’t create these. These are the feet of an emu.
And this is what happens when a swan (this one is named Asboy; his father was Mr. Asbo, the first swan in the UK to get named after an anti-social behavior order in ‘honor’ of his tendency to attack boaters) decides it doesn’t like you. I should probably note that this one attacked a cow.
Respect the feathered dinosaur, yo.
Terrifying. The last two illustrate why you did not fuck around with the Children of Lir.
I suspected that a dinosaur could have been feathered after I heard that a T-Rex is the chickens’ ancestor.
For those who think dinos aren’t cool because they’re feathered…whatever, mutherfuckers. Evolution doesn’t give two shits what you think is cool or not.
You showed a cassowary on the attack, but forgot to show what exactly it’s attacking with. Their feet are nearly identical to the Emu’s, except for one minor, teeny tiny detail: A five-inch claw for killing motherfuckers, raptor-style.
This is like the “fuck birds master post” and I love it because Honestly, Fuck. Birds.
Just a note :
T. rex is not in any way a direct ancestor of chickens. They’re both nested under Coelurosauria and Theropoda, but that’s it. Chickens are closer related to things like oviraptorosaurs, dromaeosaurids, and alvarezsaurids (Well,all birds in general are).
But anyway, to add on to this post :
This is Aquila audax, aka the Australian Wede-Tailed Eagle. It’s one of the largest Eagles in the world alongside the Golden Eagle and Philippine Eagles with a wingspan of over 2.8 meters.
You seem, the Australian Wedge-Tailed Eagle ain’t your typical, run-of the mill bird of prey, Oh no.
This son of a bitch is metal as fuck
The diet of the American Bald Eagle consists mainly of fish. The Golden Eagle and Harpy Eagle will generally attack mostly small mammals, as with other eagles.
The Australian Wedge-Tailed Eagle?
This fucker will attack and prey on animals as large as Emus, bandicoots, small sheep, fucking Koalas, Frill-necked lizards, FUCKING FERAL CATS, FOXES, WALLABIES, GOATS, AND KANGAROOS.
Just once, I want the hero to go “your wife/sister/mother/whatever would not have wanted this!”, and the villain to go, “actually, we talked about this a lot. She was really into vigilante justice and eye for an eye stuff. She always said, if something like this happens, avenge me.”
“Your mother never would have wanted this!”
“Wow you clearly never met my mother.”
“Your wife wouldn’t have wanted this!”
“To be honest, I’m following her list of instructions. Do you think I came up with this plan by myself?”
“Is this really what she would have wanted?”
“Actually, I think I have the video will on my phone, just a second…”
Baron Deathfist stopped just five millimeters from crushing the face of Silas Cantrell (gentleman adventurer). “I’m sorry. What did you just say?” “I said, is this really what your wife would have wanted? For your life to be consumed by revenge and hatred? Look around you!”
Baron Deathfist didn’t need to look around to know what was going on, and in fact had a strictly-kept personal rule about looking away from heroes he was about to kill. They acted all holier-than-thou, but he had learned the hard way that even the pure of heart weren’t above an old fashioned sucker punch. “You’re referring to the fact that Knott’s Berry Farm is on fire?” “Among other things,” Silas Cantrell (gentleman adventurer) said. “Think of Suzanna. Think of what she would have wanted for you.”
“I… don’t think you know what you’re asking. I don’t think I can do that.” The protagonist stared into his eyes with a slightly uncomfortable intensity. “You can do it. For her.” “Shit, I mean… If that’s seriously what you want.” Baron Deathfist slammed his entire arm through Silas Cantrell (gentleman adventurer)’s stomach, hitting the stone wall behind him. “I mean, I was going to make it quick. You know? One good hit to the head. But fine, we’ll do it Suzanna’s way. Let me… oh, jeez, I’m out of practice… let me get a car battery I guess.” The hero just gurgled, his eyes rolling madly. “She was a hoot, but… super scary. Left me specific instructions on who and what to destroy if she died, and I’ve tried to go down the list but truth be told I’ve had to wear the kid gloves. The things that woman wanted me to do! This mess, this is nothing – they’ll put out the fires, villain insurance will cover most of the repairs. Susanna wanted me to irradiate the whole place so nobody could ever come here again without getting brain tumors. Like, she wanted me to do it while the park was open so it would take a few years for everyone to figure out why all these kids were dying of cancer. I guess she had a fight with one of the folks at the ticket booth once, something about an expired coupon.”
Baron Deathfist dropped his nemesis to the ground. “But anyway, enough chatting. You wanted me to honor my wife’s wishes, so… hang on. Let me see, car battery, and… do you think there’s a pet store around? I’m going to need some live rats.”
To play this game, go to MapCrunch, select “hide location”, make sure you have all countries unselected, and click go. What this will do is drop you in a random part of the world. It’s as if you woke up on the side of a road in an unfamiliar country. The goal of the game is to find your way to an airport so you can return home.
Bonus Hard Mode: No using outside sources, and that includes using google maps to figure out your location from signs or landmarks
…I had plans today but now.
THE AIRPORT GAME IS BACK.
FUCK THIS GAME
LAST TIME I PLAYED IT DUMPED ME IN THE MOUNTAINS OF NORWAY
I PLAYED FOR LIKE 8 HOURS BEFORE BREAKING DOWN CRYING
OMG NO STOP THIS GAME IS MY LIFE!!!
IT’S BACK
WHY IS THIS BACK
WHYYYYY
oh shit
I HAVEN’T USED THIS GIF SINCE FEBRUARY
Always reblog Mapcrunch when someone tries to bring it back
it dropped me in a fucking room full of pandas
Ohmygod
It once dropped my in my home town a few km’s from the airport XD
i think this is gonna be a problem
it dropped me inside an airport
Huh, looks like Mexico or South America maybe. Some beach resort kinda area. Oh good, a sign! Um. That’s a lot of umlauts for South America. Where the hell am I?
When you’re just starting out in tabletop roleplaying games, something a lot of GMs have trouble with is demanding player buy-in.
They think they have to let everybody create whatever character they want, and it’s their job to somehow corral that herd of cats into a working game.
This is not, in fact, the case.
Every tabletop game is about something, even if it’s as simple as “a group of people who explore dungeons, fight monsters, and get treasure”. It’s not only okay to insist that your players provide characters who can play nice with the game’s premise, it’s practically required to get anywhere.
As a GM, it’s totally okay to say: “This is a game about a group of people having adventures. Your character must be the sort of person who can function in a team setting in general, and as a member of this particular team in specific. They can be the sort of person who makes great pretence of being a loner, then ends up working as a team player anyway – every team needs its Wolverine – but if you actually try to go off and do your own thing all the time, or if you refuse to cooperate with other characters because you’ve dreamed up an irreconcilable personality conflict, you’re being a dick. Don’t be a dick.”
And it’s not just about group dynamics, either – it’s okay to demand buy-in for the game’s setting and concept, too. If you’re running a gritty, high-tension conspiracy thriller, and somebody wants to play as a literal cartoon character, Who Framed Roger Rabbit style, it’s okay to say: “Yeah, maybe hang onto that one for our next campaign.”
(And no, that’s not a hypothetical example – someone actually tried to pull that stunt in a game I was part of. Obviously if everybody submits cartoon characters, you should recognise that your players are in the mood for something different than what you’ve proposed; if their ideas are all over the map, however, insisting that they get their asses on the same page before proceeding is wholly reasonable.)
“I was just roleplaying my character” is never an excuse for being contrary, because it was the player who created the character in the first place. Everything their character does is ultimately on them, because they chose to define them in such a way that roleplaying them correctly would demand being a dick to the GM and the other players.
Don’t be a dick – and as a GM, don’t be afraid to call dickery when you see it.
I think this is the first time in twenty years of gaming that I’ve seen this addressed.
There’s a LOT of material out there to “up your GM game” which usually means taking on an extra unpaid full time job in the hopes of “giving your players the best experience”. These are the posts that suggest painting personal minis for everyone (min. 15 hr investment), writing a personalised adventure (5 hrs/2 levels), making and hand-painting terrain for combat… not to mention memorising all the player’s skills, spells, and abilities, which is an almost impossible feat by level 5.
I’m gonna level with you: I have never seen this advice encourage anyone to run a game. It’s usually cited as a reason people prefer to play a character instead of run of game. “Running a game is just so much WORK, you know?”
And these are the same people, who have learned from reading the same articles, that it is their right as a player to play whatever bullshit gonzo concept popped into their head, and it’s the GM’s responsibility not only to balance that concept with the story and game, but in many cases write a custom class to go along with it.
As a gaming culture we explicitly talk about how a GM doesn’t have the right to say no to their players, how it’s their DUTY to synthesise disharmonious character concepts into a whole, and how if they don’t put in hours of extra work, they obviously don’t care about the player experience.
And then we wonder why so many people are reluctant to start their own groups and prefer to watch streamed games.
Not only do I do this, I take it one step further: “Your characters all know each other. You’ve worked together for more than a year, so while you may still have some secrets for the most part you all know what to expect. We will not be doing an in-game scene where you all meet in a damn tavern. Design your characters accordingly.”
And you know, the people I play with do a great job of it. They invent in-jokes on the fly and refer to various noodle incidents and it feels like a team right away. And I don’t have to deal with the mysterious loner character that, realistically, they would immediately ditch.
