Silver Tongue

o-blivia:

guerrillatech:

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Protection of property and prevention of theft have never been a priority for police. Even when they do show up hours after you’ve called to report a robbery, their response is generally, “well, what do you want me to do about it?”

People talk about defunding the police like society will suddenly devolve into lawless chaos, but what exactly do cops do besides hand out tickets and escalate situations they’re meant to defuse?

prguitarman:

brutus-red-xiii:

My brand!

Bringing this back

chongoblog:

boobiemom:

fyeahpokemoncreepypasta:

atrius97:

gudroo:

ask-oncies-jizz:

ask-oncies-jizz:

remember the mirage island shit in pokemon r/s/e how fucked was that nonsense

you had to talk to an old man once per day. then the game would generate 2 random number bytes. those bytes would have to both match the also random and unseeable personality values of one of your party pokemon. assuming you had a full party of 6 that was roughly a 1/10000 chance. thats rarer than finding a shiny. and this wasn’t once per random encounter this was once per day. this was the only way to find liechi berries and get gold pokeblocks

this literally sounds like some fake forum post from 2004 but it was 100% real they really put this in the game un fucking believable

between this, feebas, and the regis im beginning to think the fucking riddler played a part in the development of r/s/e

For those who are unaware, Feebas could only be found in one location by fishing in a pool of water. However there are 400 tiles of water, and only 6 random tiles will allow you to fish up a Feebas. These tiles are randomly generated when you begin the game so they differ between all other players.

The Regi’s, (Regirock, Regice and Registeel), all had a puzzle to unlock their domain. Written in Brallie, in some hidden caves. The puzzles required you to:

Find the Pokemon Relicanth and Wailord and have them in the first and last slots of your party. (In Emerald version these instructions were reversed, Wailord first, Relicanth last.) This unlocks the other 3 puzzles.

For Regice: Wait 2 minutes with the game on without moving your player. (In Emerald the instructions had you run a lap of the room while touching the outer wall.)

For Regirock: The instructions had you move right twice, then down twice, then have a pokemon use the move Strength. (In Emerald it was left twice, down twice and then Rock Smash instead.)

For Registeel: Walk to the center of the room and have a Pokemon use the move Fly, which is a move that would usually let you fast travel around the map, and doesn’t work indoors except for this one single puzzle room. (In Emerald Version, they had you use the move Flash instead.)

Footnote: There was also a misprint in the original Ruby Sapphire Guidebook which showed the Pokemon Trapinch as having no evolutions, making the Vibrava and Flygon unobtainable to those who didn’t accidentally levelup Trapinch until it evolved seemingly for no reason.

R/S/E were scarier than most creepypasta.

That comment about The Riddler having a hand in making these games, the puzzle ridiculousness didn’t stop there. Because there WAS a Riddler IN GAME.

On Route 110, on the end closest to Slateport, there was a house to the left of Cycling Road called the Trick House. Inside this house, an older man lived, who called himself the Trick Master.

This guy, upon walking in, seems invisible, but is just hiding. There are several random locations he can be hiding in, although these locations were set for everyone, but changed every time you returned. If you manage to find the man, he’ll then disappear into the deep pits of his hell house and say “COME FIND ME AT THE END” and then you had to traverse through eight different puzzles, each one unlocking after a new badge was obtained.

Now here’s where it gets crazier because three out of eight of these will require HMs. Puzzle #1 requires Cut. Puzzle #2 required Rock Smash, and #3 required Strength. But to make this WORSE, Rock Smash isn’t given to you by any significant character. It was given to you by an npc inside of a house in Mauville City on the southeast corner of the city. If you didn’t find him, you could never progress because Rock Smash is required to reach the next city, as well as many other locations, including Mirage Tower on Route 111.


And speaking of that neat but fucked up place! Another puzzle would be the return to Sky Pillar, and the visit to Mirage Tower. Mirage tower was Emerald only, but acted as training for Sky Pillar. Sky Pillar was a location in R/S/E where you could go to find Rayquaza at level 70 either post game (R/S) or after the Sootopolis Incident with Kyogre and Groudon (Emerald). Mirage Tower was a tower located on Route 111 that appeared only once in the game, the first time you visit it after getting the Goggles from your rival and friend. 

Now what is so upsetting about these places? The fucking floors. At many segments throughout the towers’ floors have cracks in them. To get over them, you had to ride your Mach Bike at max speed and if you stopped, slowed down, or hit a wall while still on a cracked tile, you fell to the first (or previous) floor. The patterns and difficulty of each cracked floor increases as you go up. One example of this is the 2nd floor for Mirage Tower, which forces you to go through the whole room at max speed without stopping or else you failed, and requires sharp turns.

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For Sky Pillar, well… look at this and tell me this isn’t the devil’s work.

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YET ANOTHER PUZZLE! Was Shoal Cave. At predetermined times a day, every six hours (YES THIS STOPPED WORKING IF YOUR INTERNAL BATTERY STOPPED WORKING), the tide will shift. Because of this, half of the cave is unavailable during either time of this. If your schedule didn’t match up with the time frame, you’re SOL.

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The entrance room at the different times.


AND FINALLY, FOR MY LAST INPUT! Remember how you needed both Relicanth and Wailord to get the Regis? Well that isn’t the whole of it. Routes 132, 133, and 134, where you go to GET to that place, were almost totally covered in tide tiles. Long story short, you had to Surf going west from Pacifilog and had to follow a very specific path which took several tries to remember. And if you failed to get the right path? YOU ENDED UP IN SLATEPORT! WHERE YOU HAD TO FLY ALL THE WAY BACK AND TRY AGAIN! Look at THIS shit and say that isn’t some Riddler shit.

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These are all amazing but you forgot to mention about Feebas is that the six tiles CAN change, and it’s done so by talking to an NPC on the other side of the world who asks you “whats hip and happening”

Also that Sky Tower had wild Pokemon so if you got a random encounter mid-bike then you stop making it even more from hell.

bolto:

im dying

slutprivilege:
“ gothgfs:
“national holiday
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slutprivilege:

gothgfs:

national holiday

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spidermanifested:

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real fmab deleted scene trust me

mytalkingraccoon:

sjhamart:

ivanswaginsky:

lobsterquadriille:

bringmetothe-pilot:

No cops at Pride, just Elton John with his Gucci shirt and a knife

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no cops just elton john with his elton john brass knuckes

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happy pride, everyone

pov elton john finds you 

systlin:

br-nz:

chirmartir:

Ch💓

Take the time to watch this, it’s MAGIC

what even

burninglights:

hellolovelyscientist:

burninglights:

my internal monologue when Ancient Egypt is mentioned: [don’t talk about imhotep and the first codified diagnostic manual. the fact you know so much about it is deeply weird and nobody cares about medicine that much]

That sounds fascinating and I want to know. Please.

@karmaphone @hellolovelyscientist @lamiabelladonna

I have been enabled, and By Jove I Will Deliver.

The year is 1862, and antiquities dealer (and forger) and self-made Egyptologist Edwin Smith steals a papyrus from an antiquities seller in Luxor. I could go on a whole separate rant about European colonialists treating culturally significant artifacts like grab ‘n go bags and have done so here.

Anyway, Edwin’s pilfered scroll gets translated in 1930, and it turns out have been a transcript from about the 17th century BCE of a papyrus written by a man named Imhotep, a vizier in the court of King Djozer who practiced neurosurgery, and made forays into astronomy and architecture too.

Now, Imhotep was wicked smart. As in “when the Greeks met him they incorporated him into the pantheon as a magician of Ascelpius because they couldn’t figure out how he had such a comprehensive understanding of the human body and treating it’s ills” smart. His scroll was a record of treatment of 48 cases, ranging from fractures of the hand to open abscessed wounds to trauma injuries to the skull. Side note: a lot of medicine during this period was considered to be the work of occult phenomena, and so a lot of treatments involved charms to ward off malignant spirits and incantations to aid in curing them.

What’s remarkable about the Edwin scroll is that it is the first recorded account of medicine without the attachment of spiritual or occult phenomena as the root cause or a means of treatment; it’s a purely scientific endeavour, complete with an anatomical glossary, diagnosis, summary, method of treatment and prognosis for each injury and illness.

It’s the first evidence-based, scientific diagnostic manual.

The most significant case is Case 45, concerning a patient with “bulging masses — they may be compared to the unripe hemat fruit which is cool, and hard to the touch” in the breast. These masses are malignant tumours, the manifestation of breast cancer, and provide us with the first ever recorded case of cancer.

Imhotep knew that a tumour that has hot to the touch was a sign of infection (the inflammatory immune response produces tumor (swelling), rubor (redness), dolor (pain), and significantly to this calor, or heat). Infected abscesses could be treated with draining and a topical poultice. In the section for therapy for Case 45, though, there’s one single, haunting line:

“There is none.”

In 2500BCE, well before germ theory, aseptic technique, chemotherapy and antibiotics, a surgeon picked up a scroll of fresh papyrus and provided us with the first ever codified, scientific diagnostic manual for injury and illness, and the first written record of the emperor of all maladies that we call cancer.

That’s pretty fucking dope.

(If the cancer aspect is something you’re interested in, I highly recommend The Emperor Of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer by Siddhartha Mukherjee. It’s a record of the diagnosis and treatment of cancer from the days of Imhotep to the present day, and it’s a fascinating read)