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2016-04-17 at 1:20 PM UTC in The retarded thread: Fuck, §m£ÂgØL made one first edition
i'm tired off my ass, and felt like asking this not-well-thought-out question: i understand some chemistry but have had very little experience and no real training in it; i see a lot of chemical formulas, and, to my uneducated eye, they look like stoichiometric proportions; would it be theoretically possible to produce lsd, C20H25N3O by somehow combining elemental carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, and oxygen in the 20:25:3:1 proportions given in the formula?
with the assumption that i have any machinery necessary, and can somehow mix subzero liquids and everything; basically, can you directly create a chemical from this arrangement, given that none of the intermediate compounds explode, combust, etc; or is it vital to produce those certain intermediate compounds which have to form their own molecules/etc before the main course?
wut about isomers -
2016-04-17 at 1:14 PM UTC in More proof trianglism rleal[SIZE=28px]Hmm according to this chart...[/SIZE]
[size=5]You seem to be a homosexual.[/size] -
2016-04-17 at 1:02 PM UTC in Anna.
the ending of the story was fucking scissors m8.
Well, he made a promise to Anna to kill the person who killed her mother and upon realizing that he actually is the drunk driver that killed both her and her mother he has to fulfil his promise. It is implied he kills himself. -
2016-04-17 at 12:49 PM UTC in java.text.SimpleDateFormat Injection Possible?
C'mon, Lanny. You know as well as I that useless, off-topic garbage is totally acceptable in a discussion forum. Remember zoklet? When you snickered and laughed whenever the kidiots shat up a great discussion thread with witty attention-whoring and worthless content? It sure was fun and games then, wasn't it? And now here you are just so serious and all! I suppose it's only when it's a topic you are personally interested in that it really matters, and then things need to get totally serious, but hey… serious discussion is my specialty! No need to thank me now.
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2016-04-17 at 2:30 AM UTC in Do you think I'm nice?
that sounds like a good time
It usually is. I tend to avoid the hurtcore crowd like the plague though. Fuck that shit. If anything my evil streak fails me when it comes to little girls.could produce one that's bought large, but allow provisions for modification of that - people will easily come up with the rest
who knows, if feminists don't try to bomb us, it could actually help redirect the angst of potential rapists, e.g, op
It would help a lot of pedos for sure. The vast majority of them aren't even rapists. There's about as many rapists in the chronophile community as there are among "normal" men percentage wise. Also, sploo is too autistic to do a rape. -
2016-04-17 at 2:25 AM UTC in Anna.
i was expecting this to get sexual for most of the story
if he was real, i bet we could help him way more than any of the staff
Well i have a pedo literotica thread somewhere on the forums. But this story is just sad and a little creepy, -
2016-04-17 at 2:17 AM UTC in Sexual Boredom
Have you ever banged a willing 10 year old and kept your secret relationship from her parents and family members?. Now THATS thrilling. Highschool age works too.
12, i was 18 and her parents knew. But your post makes me want to move to your part of the globe. -
2016-04-17 at 2:09 AM UTC in Anna.He liked to volunteer in the psych ward of his local hospital. His real job was as a stockbroker, but the stresses got to him sometimes and he needed an outlet. In the past he’d turned to booze to relieve the pressure, but that had taken him to places he hoped never to revisit.
He didn’t know why it helped him so much to be in the hospital. He didn’t particularly like the crazies they made him work with; in fact he thought most of them were beyond help. He supposed it was really Anna that kept him coming back. Anna was just a little girl, maybe ten or twelve at the most. She shouldn’t really have been in the ward with the adults, but his small town wasn’t wealthy enough to have separate housing for minors. He felt sorry for all the kids who had to bunk with these terminal wackjobs. Or he would, if Anna weren’t the only one there under 35. That just made it sadder, he supposed. He felt a need to protect this little girl from the frightening company she kept, so he had promised himself never to leave as long as she was there.
Anna was probably the least screwed up person in that hospital. She had terrible anxiety any time she left the building. They said if she left she’d probably die from the shock of it. The only thing that seemed to make her feel better was talking, so he’d talk to her for hours on end about even the most inane topics. He felt a need to know everything about her; a need that transcended what should probably have been suitable for their relationship. But Anna seemed so happy when he talked to her that he could never bear to leave her for long. The only subject they avoided was her reasons for being in the ward. He felt that if there was a reason, she would tell him in her own time, and that if he pushed her he might break the connection they had to each other.
Their bond had been growing stronger every day. They were almost close enough to be brother and sister, so close that he no longer pretended to be working with the hospital. He quit his volunteering gig and came in every day, just to be with her. He seemed to even be helping with her anxiety, until one day he found her curled up into a ball on her bunk, sobbing quietly to herself. When he asked her what was wrong, she finally told him why she was in the hospital. She and her mother had been in a car accident with a drunk driver. Her mother had died as a result, and she had had to be hospitalized. She hadn’t talked for months after that. In fact, she had only started talking around the time he had started at the hospital.
Touched by the idea that he might have had some part in Anna’s healing, he felt brave enough to ask her if they’d caught the killer. She told him that they hadn’t, that that was why she couldn’t leave, she was so scared he’d come after her. He tried to comfort her, tell her that a drunk driver wouldn’t even remember her, but nothing helped. Finally, in desperation, he promised to kill the driver if he ever managed to get close to her. That got Anna’s attention, and though she was shocked at the statement’s brutality, it at least got her to stop crying. The rest of the day went normally, but he decided that he would talk to Anna’s doctor before he left.
He hadn’t talked to the doctor before, but everyone at the ward knew him, so he felt no qualms about introducing himself. When he asked about Anna, the doctor seemed extremely keen to hear what she’d said. Apparently no one knew why she was in the ward in the first place, they’d just found her wandering, bloody by the side of the road. Surprised, he told the doctor Anna’s story. At the end, the doctor leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Richard, what you’re telling me is very serious. There isn’t anyone named Anna in this ward. You had a nervous breakdown recently, and have been coming to the hospital for psychiatric sessions. However, you’ve been getting worse, not better. For the last month you haven’t left the ward. Tell me, Richard, do you remember the lat time you were at work?â€
It was a stupid question. Or course he…no, he’d taken some vacation time off to spend with Anna. How had he forgotten that? But the doctor shook his head. “You were forced to take psychiatric leave. We believe you had some sort of traumatic event, one that triggered your breakdown, and subsequent hallucinations. From what you just told me, I’m inclined to believe you were responsible for an accident while drunk driving.â€
He sat their, frozen in shock. This was impossible. He’d quit drinking… right about when he’d started at the ward. No. No. He couldn’t have… but it was rushing back, the erratic light from the headlights as he swerved, the screech of rubber as he saw them, the one, frozen second where he saw a 10-year-old girl screaming from the back seat. When he looked back, the doctor wasn’t there. Anna was sitting in the doctor’s place, saying nothing, just staring at him. He stared back for a second, and then had to look down. He felt so guilty. So, so guilty. And he had made a promise.
Richard picked up the scissors... -
2016-04-17 at 1:43 AM UTC in Do you think I'm nice?
i imagine the behavior could be governed by a number of linear scales - like you could make her more prone to speaking and behaving submissively, or even have her fluidly change those settings with a certain degree of freedom on her own
this would be a cool project - the official niggasin.space lolibot 2000 competition (or maybe just a straight compilation, though then we'd need to pick someone to keep the result - can't imagine trying to send that around)
Lol, i imagine the project would cost over 9000 dollars. We'd earn our investment back though if we'd bring it to market. It may surprise you to know that Pedos/Hebes are a substantial minority of the general population. The reason you don't really here about it is because, well, why would anyone talk about that in general if they're going to be met with lynch mobs pitchforks and such. Travelling in those circles though for a while you get a sense of the scope of the occurence of chronophilia from a broader perspective. -
2016-04-16 at 10:33 PM UTC in Do you think I'm nice?
modular facial features, hair, smell, voice, everything really
Sounds great tbh fam. We need AI too to control behavior and make her do cute things all day. -
2016-04-16 at 9:43 PM UTC in Do you think I'm nice?
make a robot
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2016-04-16 at 9:41 PM UTC in I saw the girl from my avatar in my dreams tonight
you cant fuck a ghost, thats like trying to put your dick in a flashlight beam
I suppose that's true. -
2016-04-16 at 9:40 PM UTC in In Soviet Russia spam text message deletes YOU!
this is funny, i don't know much about electromagnetic radiation but wouldn't a remote controlled car's control stick work?
Sure if you want to be within 30 feet of the explosion. You're gonna' need a more powerful radio source if you want to be a couple miles away before the thing goes off. -
2016-04-16 at 7:31 PM UTC in I saw the girl from my avatar in my dreams tonightDid you at least fuck her?
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2016-04-16 at 7 PM UTC in ITT: We're -SpectraL hacking the Gibson.
I've seen better -SpectraL hate threads than this one.
Oh please it's not a hate thread, i'd consider it to havae a quality of persiflage. -
2016-04-16 at 6:56 PM UTC in ITT: We're -SpectraL hacking the Gibson.
You get cuck'd for this one. I'm still not sure what the black cock thing is for, but I can imagine.
Tough crowd. But when i looked at this vid i lol'd and had to think of Spectral.
I know it's a shitpost of a thread but i sometimes can't help myself. It must be my youthful exuberance. I actually included an image in the OP but spectral must have hacked it away. -
2016-04-16 at 6:52 PM UTC in The Path of SpiritualityYou're like the Spectral of pseudo-intellectual mysticism.
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2016-04-16 at 6:49 PM UTC in Do you think I'm nice?
Fuck this thread and fuck you and fuck your triangles mother fucker
I would beat your ass all over your triangles
As a side note, i'd fuck Stefanie. -
2016-04-16 at 6:47 PM UTC in In Soviet Russia spam text message deletes YOU!
I edited this post 5 times.
I bet it's better for it. -
2016-04-16 at 6:46 PM UTC in In Soviet Russia spam text message deletes YOU!
5 years old…
Well this is not Zoklet's or Totse's "This just in" so deal with it.
