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“  Reenactor throws a spear at a drone
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“The medieval warrior, realizing the consequences of his impulsive act,...

    dubtea:

    stephendann:

    brunhiddensmusings:

    kineticpenguin:

    tenthcorner:

    supapoopa:

    peterfromtexas:

    Reenactor throws a spear at a drone

    What a time to be alive.

    “The medieval warrior, realizing the consequences of his impulsive act, immediately approached the owner of the drone and offered to pay for the damage.

    The owner of the drone was so impressed by the brilliant attack that he suggested organizing a competition for bringing down “dragons” with short spears next year.

    Drone owners have another year to develop a unique “dragon-like” design for their flying machines.” (x)

    I am 100% cooler with this knowing that the spear-thrower realized “oops maybe I shouldn’t have done that” and tried to make it right, and that the guy who the drone belonged to was cool with it

    just so everyone knows, this has already been memorialized in a runestone


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    Everything about this post blesses those involved with a +4 on their next Today is Good Day roll

    NERRRRRDS! Nerds are the best.

    (via dubtea)

    • 6 years ago
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  • There’s a moral in here somewhere

    Some time ago I had a roommate who had recently broken up with his girlfriend.  He was taking it pretty hard and several nights of drinking had stretched into a bender.  I was getting concerned but he scowled at me like it was was betrayal whenever I said something so I resolved myself to simply keeping an eye on him.  

    A night or two later he was pouring himself a drink and the glass slipped out of his hand and shattered on the tile next to his bare feet.  He had a tantrum when I offered to clean it up and began grabbing everything fragile within reach and smashing it on the floor.  He stood there for a moment glaring at me and then started dancing in the debris.  

    “That’s it,” I announced, “you’re done. Time to go to bed.”

    I tackled him out of the glass field and then had to wrestle him into his bed.  He finally passed out and I examined his feet.  The damn fool didn’t have a mark.

    I spent the rest of the evening cleaning up the bloody, glass-strewn floor, and picking shards out of my feet.

    • 10 years ago
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