BS story involving empty ("fake") buildings in NY that then goes off the rails from human trafficking into some kind of demon being that enters a mirror.
https://www.facebook.com/share/v/ssDEq8 ... tid=wILeQC
Whether they just blindly accept someone elses story or don't realize how vulture capitalist firms acquire properties and then "sit" on them (and people who are criminals like the story she presents aren't likely not to notice and then use them for the kinds of activities she claims.) Whether people listened for more than a minute, I have to wonder.
Something else goes over the deep end with how tax codes get used differently when building over older structures, and leading to a false conclusion about just what a propertt was likely used for (was it just a fireplace, or perhaps a dead body sealed off from the elements?)
https://www.facebook.com/share/v/z8xwgs ... tid=wILeQC
Facebook has gone off the deep end after the server issue.
Not sure about some of this.
https://www.facebook.com/nightanddaynet ... tid=NnVzG8
Spider or moth silk attached to palm leaf, obvious fucking moon in horizon, normal cloud formations, pollution from forrest fire makes it look red, possibly tampered video based on lightning activity, which is mirrored using editing software, and seems like it's at a different framerate from regular video,) and similarly reinforces my belief of tampered footage of possible planet being mistaken for UFO in the sky using laser pointer to make it appear like a ufo response (or was this one a real sighting, because such experiences can be exactly as they claim? I'm thinking they might have used editing software because it looks easily tampered with, and if such objects respond they are more apt to flash in a pattern than to use other means.) The last one might be legit, though it's hard to tell (it could just as well be lights used to draw attention to grand openings or a music concert, which shows uo in the clouds as though coming behind it.)
Monster truck reverses into an idiot
https://www.facebook.com/sherry.speelma ... tid=NnVzG8
Reminds me of the Dilldozer in Idiocracy.
And this also happens (read the comments)
Basically, a Reddit user named Mordea states:
I'm ashamed to admit it, but I was that deranged fan. I was upset at the direction Ultima IX was headed in and the delays due to the popularity of Ultima Online. I was disinterested in the 3D engine, instead wanting a more classic Ultima feel to the game. My letters to Origin Systems and posts to an Ultima newsgroup all went unanswered.
I first met Richard in 1994 at a gaming convention. It was here that I learned The Lost Vale was postponed--most likely indefinitely. I jokingly asked Garriott what the best hypothetical method of breaking into his house to gain The Lost Vale source code might be. He laughed it off, but I was dead serious.
I was only 16 years old at the time, and I naturally had hesitations about committing my first crime. I waited patiently, planning the perfect break-in, and even attended one of his haunted house events to jot down a map of the facility. I joined an Ultima Online cult, and successfully conspired to murder Garriott's avatar Lord British. I even went so far as to date Carly "Lady MOI" Staehlin in order to get insider information on Garriott.
When the time came to execute my plan, I drove my father's 1985 Ford Ranger to Garriott's estate and waited for the last of his guests to leave. I hopped over a retaining wall and scoped out the home for a few minutes, trying to determine which area of the compound Garriott was in. It took about thirty minutes, but then I saw him--second floor, in a study, watching television. There was a trellis leading to an adjacent window; I climbed it with haste, and proceeded to finally sneak into the home.
I waited outside the study door for about ten minutes, waiting to ambush Lord British himself. I grew very impatient and desperately needed a restroom. I found one in the fifth door down the hall from his study. When I was finished relieving myself, I flushed the toilet without thinking. I panicked and began to sweat profusely. Garriott obviously heard the flush. Garriott, in full Lord British garb, kicked open the door and pointed his uzi directly at my pale, sweaty face. I tried to run, but he fired warning shots.
I spent the next six months in jail and was put on probation and forced into community service. When I was finished serving my time and completing my probationary services, I moved to Irvine, California, where I got a job at Black Isle Studios. It was there that I met Jessica Urquhart, hot sister to the founder of the company, Feargus Urquhart. But that's a story for another time.
The real story sounds just as weird.
https://www.fastcompany.com/60790/do-you-want-play
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