This would be great for a “You are trapped in a place” rpg where the architect was either a child, or an alien.

The pacific garbage patch is getting out of control.

Lizzie wore it better.

But at that moment one of the other girls, Jaimie, piped up. "Hold up. Do we even need to do anything?", confusion plain on her face.  
Rhonda thought for a moment, and replied "What do you mean?" 
"It's just that any guy that would make fun of her would be trash to begin with, right?" Jaimie reasoned. 
 "Yes?" Rhinda replied, seeing where this was going. 
 "So, who would even like them as a friend?" 
 "Yeah, that makes sense!" One of the others said.
 "But they do *still* have friends." Rhonda put in. "Nobody's *actually* friendless, right?"
 "Yeah, I guess. But wouldn't their friends also be trash?" Jaimie questioned.
 "Yes, probably." Rhonda responded, not liking where this was going at all.
 "So, they would probably only date trash girls, but not even a trash girl wants a trash boyfriend." 
 "Uh-huh." Cam Rhonda's response, non-plussed. "But, what about wife beaters? They are trash, and they can still get girlfriends."
This continued for a couple of days. In the end, the problem didn't show itself, because even dickheads cave to peer pressure and social norms in high school. It did come very close to happening when a freshmen misgendered the girl, but that had more to do with the restrictive policies the school has with regards to gender identity, and was swiftly resolved when the combined pressure of an entire cheersquads warning glares crashed down upon the hapless boy. 

I’m saying that if the world is ending anyways, if rather it be impossible for the dick to escape.

Oh, absolutely. Perhaps I wasn’t clear. It’s not that he specifically worked on it, thought that would be more poetic, just that it prevents any mates colony efforts.

Well, if it means one more thing foils that one shithead from South Africa, i.e. force him to die never having achieved anything of meaning to humanity nor achieving his ultimate escape, then fuck it, I welcome Kessler syndrome as the last horseman of the current apocalypse.

Is there an analog for an extinction level event of our own creation and which persisted because of a variety of absolutely crawl reasons even after denial became the domain of idiots?

This brings up an interesting point. The snap would have to run a multi pass check to make sure that by killing half of all organic life, it’s not causing the other half to die off. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be confirming to the will of the user, but then does it “scan” individual life types independently or as an ecosystem unto themselves, in which case is there precedence? Do food producing things get a pass, because otherwise the snap is just shortcut the process for half of the population. If it does leave the food producing ones alone, then really he’s just snapping away apex predators.

How so?

Oh :(

Canada: “Am I a joke to you?”

Fuck it, go for broke and break out some landkreuzers. Run over the smaller tanks when you run out of ammo. Consume their souls for a reload.

Nah, it’s totaleigh a tragedeigh.

Are you trying to spell literal? Not trying to be a dick, just unsure if you have a different word in mind.

Is that an STG? Also, would watch.

The Imperial March, John Williams?

No, thank you for being so reasonable.

Fair enough. Can’t say I know enough to really decide what is or isn’t valid criticism.

Were you not being serious when you were calling people systemd-bots?