The new forums will be named Coin Return (based on the most recent
vote)! You can check on the status and timeline of the transition to the new forums
here.
The Guiding Principles and New Rules
document is now in effect.
Look at me still [chat]ing when there's SCIENCE to do!
Posts
Who doesnt like pewing germans with subs? Killing them with their own weapon.
3DS: 2852-6809-9411
I am sooooo going to Hell.
Man it would be awesome to talk to Hitler.
3DS: 2852-6809-9411
harumph harumph
9:53PM! The day finally begins!
He's just so defiant. Like he thinks he's a little person!
helps!
He has had plenty of time to learn how to speak English while he's been in hell.
3DS: 2852-6809-9411
I kind of stopped reading up on that at about the point where I saw what happens to the murder-rate every time abortion is legalized in a place where it was previously illegal. That's also the point where I stopped calling anti-choicers by their preferred blatantly inaccurate name.
VC are you counting the killing of a fetus a murder or not?
No, I'm only counting murders. Because it's the murder-rate. It's a documented crime-statistic in pretty much everywhere that keeps crime-statistics.
You of course mean Murder of a human outside of the womb goes down. The overall murder rate of humans (from a pro-life point of view) goes up.
More murder is Evil no matter how desirable you try to make it appear.
Women around here tend to decide to hate me when I defend choice. Tone and diplomacy don't impact the response.
You got to love someone like VC, he is so sincere. Even when he is wrong.
She loved that idea, it was all she really held onto these days. She'd replayed the fantasy over and over, Charlie, that once great doctor, the arrogant surgeon, on his back. His hands and feet bound thick with a slimy rope of living worms. Her foot pressed against his throat, her little hands gouging at his eyes.
They should have buried her in red. Black didn't suit her, black was the color of darkness, of the night. She wasn't like that, she wasn't darkness. She was blood. She was the fire and the worms. She was the devourer, the scavenger, she was the vulture, she was the desert, she was the great unknown. She was the child, she was the mother. They buried her wrong.
Her coffin was of the poorest quality, she recalled. She remembered that day quite well.
Her eyes stared soberly at the sky, the sun was shining, birds chirping in the distance, not a cloud to be seen from her corpse. She didn't think that was fair, they should only schedule funerals on rainy days. Her's had been on such a nice day that nobody had really been sad. There was that sunshine happiness that you can't really shake.
A few dozen people had deigned to show up. Family, her family's friends, and her friend's families. A sordid collection of individuals. Her funeral should have meant something, her death should have brought some meaning to the lives of others, instead, it was just a death. It was just a pale fading, it was just a full stop. It didn't have any meaning because her life hadn't had any meaning. Only daughter to two people who never wanted kids, friends of children too young to understand what the word meant. Sadness for its own sake.
She walked along the edge of the rooftop, staring down at her city. It was raining now, it always rained in Euthanasia Land, you never saw the new day's sun naively peek from behind the clouds, it was gray, intolerable, depressing.
If this city hadn't existed before them, if this city was only built on dreams, if she truly was a figment to torment the doctor, and not her past self given new flesh, then the rain must have been her fault.
Bitterness over a sunny funeral.
This falls into the second set.
Bloodlines is a fun game, the Toreadors are my favorite. Because they kick ass at shooting.