Honestly, both the behavior and the tone kind of remind me of someone in the Conan Exiles rp community. They’re a great roleplayer to a point, but they always have a meltdown and inevitably get themselves banned from every single new server. They can’t help themselves.
But their attitude at this point seems to just be that it’s going to happen, at which point they shrug and evade the ban until it happens again. I don’t think I know of a single server they haven’t gotten banned from, but they just kind of take it in stride and keep making alts.
The thing is, they love Conan and do actually want to have somewhere to RP, they just also have this other thing they can’t or won’t really fight
Toxic behavior has a double-edged consequence. It both tends to make the person responsible feel like they act that way naturally, and it also makes people respond to them as if they act that way naturally, it becomes a feedback loop. So much of the perpetual cycle is subconscious.
Sometimes it takes a hell of a lot of patience and a step back to say, “you aren’t toxic but your behavior certainly is.” It’s moments like those where maybe, hopefully they can realize that behavior is something for which they need to seek proper help.
This was a weird and gripping tale of a user who can’t stand being not an admin. Why they would dox themselves as the person that earned a previous super-duper ban is bewildering.
Wikipedia is one of the best, if not the best, free and open internet information sources. I’m not surprised that people are going to go after it like Musk has been.
Many years ago there was a newscaster in southern California whose last name was Beard but he didn’t have a beard. I forget his first name but let’s say it was Gary. My husband and I called him Gary “I don’t have a beard because my last name is Beard” Beard and we thought it was the funniest thing.
Tons of cool ZZ top facts. How about how “Master of sparks” tells the true story[1] of Billy Gibbons and his friend R.K. Bullock who with a workman, welded together a steel ball cage with a seat and seatbelt fitted inside. They placed the cage into the bed of a truck and at night, after reaching a speed of 60 miles per hour (97 km/h), on Highway 6 near Houston (also known as Jack Rabbit Road), rolled the cage out the back with the hapless narrator and friend taking a ride inside. The cage generated a tail of sparks on the road but in its crushed condition stopped rolling. Still moving at high speed, the now egg shaped cage crashed into a fence. Both occupants survived relatively unscathed and were awarded the title “Master of Sparks” by the cheering crowd.
Readers? Who? I think you mean random barely literate idiots you actually struggled to find to corroborate your paranoia. Give me a break. No sane, literate, intelligent person find a single redeeming thing about the tripe spewed out by chat GPT.
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