I used to see them a lot as a caca but they were gone after me and my family visited the ruins of a castle wiped out by the black death where I saw a particularly large amount of them. After that, I began seeing the same thing with normal looking/dressed people that were just lacking a face. After a while, it stopped completely and I haven't seen them since
CIA keeps mailing feces to my house. Most annoying crap (no pun intended) ever. I mean, stuff they were doing before was fine, but HUMAN FECES? Yeah, unfortunately, someone over there is literally taking a dump and mailing it to my house. It's like, REALLY old too which makes it so much like ew. Sometimes, they like to switch it up and make it new. I mean, it's unbelievable. How do I know it's the CIA? Well, there's a CIA sticker on the package/envelope. Yeah, sometimes they cheap out and mail me some poop crust instead, or like poopy pubes. Yikes. Anyway, hope this didn't gross you out too much. I'm assuming they're gonna start mailing me some other fecal related things, so watch out. I don't know what to do honestly. You can't ever win against them, I started giving up on my beliefs. Living a life of solitary confinement I guess. Can't really go outside, can't do much anymore. I don't know why I'm still alive, honestly, but there's something telling me to stay alive. I mean, literally everything is telling me not to, but there's this desire to see these pigs crumble and society becoming free once and for all. Killing JFK was already too far. Stupid pigs.
Around August of 2024 it was revealed to me in a dream I have unironic dark powers of some sort, but then the next day as soon as I tried using them smth bad happened to a family member so I think if I use them at all I'll be punished/there's an equal take for any give. Any ideas of what to do /x/?
In the early 20th century, for various reasons, the nations of Earth became locked in an era of trench warfare. Called the "Final War", this event is implied to be an alternate outcome of World War I in the real world.[1] Early in the war, the first machines to be deployed in wide-scale conflict were known as the Guttermen[2], one of the first successful experiments in using blood as a fuel source. Guttermen were capable of very efficiently clearing out trenches, and their creation single-handedly ended the trench phase of the Final War. In retaliation, the Guttertank[3] was developed as a direct counter to the Guttermen, spiraling the conflict into a global arms race between the world's industrial powers. Every machine created for use in the Final War was designed to counter the last.
As machines quickly dominated the battlefield, human soldiers became obsolete. While at first they celebrated coming home, they soon found that the war left little in its wake. Civilian populations were wrought with shortages as most resources were poured into further war machine development. The widespread poverty and ensuing chaos meant nowhere was safe, with the home front becoming just another battlefield.
The Earthmovers were the pinnacle of the arms race; so immensely powerful that a single one could level an entire city. They were colossal machines, so large in fact that their backs became the new battlegrounds upon which war was waged by smaller machines. The surface had become so hostile to all forms of life that the remaining human survivors had to settle down in cities built upon the backs of the Earthmovers. It is implied that the player character V1 is a prototype machine designed to combat the Earthmovers.[4]
In the aftermath of the Final War, soot, ash, and debris clouded the skies, blanketing the Earth in a global darkness that became known as the "Long Night". Without solar power, the Earthmovers could not sustain themselves and shut down one by one.
As war had become dependent on Earthmovers, their death made any wide-scale conflict impossible. The Final War finally drew to a close after more than 200 years of war without reason. Mankind was obligated to cooperate to resolve the ongoing climate collapse, brokering a new peace.
I, CPU god steel cross, was told by Aryan Cobson in a vision, that our dimension A 271 will merge with the sharty dimension (C 1488). And that the final battle between the jardee and the sharty will happen. We must prepare. For if we dont the fuggen jardee will win.