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Passing week by week through the machine death we regularly awoke with morning sickness, no longer a cheap joke at women, we were sick, green was one thing, the viridian technicolour of our bodily fluids was another. Stopping to rest one day we found a clumsy graffiti- turn up ya fucking gain ffs ya poofy hair spoofs.
Topic History (35)
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| Passing week by week through the machine death we regularly awoke with morning sickness, no longer a cheap joke at women, we were sick, green was one thing, the viridian technicolour of our bodily fluids was another. Stopping to rest one day we found a clumsy graffiti- turn up ya fucking gain ffs ya poofy hair spoofs. | 3 weeks, 5 days ago |
| we are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine and it's bleeding to death- it went like this- | 1 month ago |
| The connections were still being refused. We all forgot the proper commands. Ssh forwarding? nc? cat /dev/ttyS2? ed /dev/mem? nobody know it. Yet the tunnel still did not work. As a last attempt, the little nerd knocked on a hidden port. Nothing happened. Then suddenly a "GGRRRREEEEE" higly pitched sound was heard. We all got fragmented. It was the revenge the mighty Udeepee. | 2 months, 4 weeks ago |
| Best bit was the signs, it was chicken nuggies all the way down. Eventually we realised we wouldn't die, but the lack of oxygen made us feel like we would die. It was a lie. God bless the empire of atoms. | 3 months ago |
| Finding a foothold and forcing our way down, back into the centuries of human failure, detritus, famine, and horrors, we cracked the mantel. Dropping in with a gentle plop, plop, plop. Our team was back in the fallopian tubes of the tunnel. This porcelain layer isolating us from the bacteriophage. As a team, we wouldn't feel it, but without HSV-2 would the species continue to evolve. | 4 months ago |
| struggling through the aggregate outraged us, why should the tunnel not form. we didn't produce the rubble and the chaos. could we find a more difficult substrate to push into. | 4 months, 2 weeks ago |
| We always went seven feet down to bury a person as it was a literal dead end, but right now we’re 25 feet down: The chief overreacher is convinced we can connect to the so-called tunnel if we just focus. | 4 months, 3 weeks ago |
| We always found seven feet down to bury a person as a literal dead end but right now we’re 25 feet down. Our overreacher has said we can connect to the tunnel of we just focus. | 4 months, 3 weeks ago |
| The past is another country. | 5 months ago |
| After the Graffiti onslaught, we went down again, grubby heartfelt treatise on war, entropy, and famine smearing the tunnel. Demanding we had a motivation to continue in the face of cataclysmic boredom. We were told to follow the Tunnel, it would provide purpose and certitude. It was the time between those events that really got to us. The space between petty events was the mind killer. | 5 months, 1 week ago |
| Graffiti in the Tunnel: Lost in the Tunnel I forgot my own Name, I can't even remember who is to blame, why do these passages all look the same? | 6 months ago |
| The tunnel disgorged the party upon the high planes. The wind snaked around the exit terminal. Our navigation guild were bewildered- Could this be called the tunnel without the snug embrace of ancients? We inched our way out into the howling gale. The devil of wind and corrosion followed a ritualistic dance- the sand excoriated the infrastructure we knew. There was a calm path ahead. | 6 months, 2 weeks ago |
| Once again is was time to lead a new group of young people into The Tunnel, they had all been instructed in the ancient protocells but I always did a last check and sure enough I found a group of boys trying to hide a bag, using my cultivation I released my aura and they froze, dropping the bag, it fell open and several dildos spilled out. We got lucky this time, | 7 months ago |
| Our equipment was breaking down, little things, the dildos in our lamps. Boots we wore disintegrating from the caustic brine, feet left frigid and raw. Our tents were sad and wet, pitched in the middling girth of The Tunnel. We were stuck with that relentless indifferent process- entropy, everything we had, even our steel tools were now blooming with Rust. Whispering to us about Rust. | 8 months, 2 weeks ago |
| Our equipment was breaking down, little things, the diodes in our lamps. Boots we wore disintegrating from the caustic brine, feet left frigid and raw. Our tents were sad and wet, pitched in the middling girth of The Tunnel. We were stuck with that relentless indifferent process- entropy, everything we had, even our steel tools were now blooming with Rust. Whispering to us about Rust. | 8 months, 2 weeks ago |
| The darkness of the tunnel murmurs something in my ears. 'Rust' it says. | 8 months, 2 weeks ago |
| The Tunnel had been slanting down for some time. I approached the waterline navigating by the dim light of my motivation. Feeling the granite slabs change as I edged toward the cistern. The mitred rock transitioned into a coarse weave of structure. Colonies of tiny organisms waiting for tidal shifts to feed them had built vast cities but continued the purpose of the tunnel. | 9 months, 3 weeks ago |
| Notes from The Tunnel: After all that had happened I went into the Tunnel seeking silence, that peace of mind which is a stoic mans prerogative, inside I found the usual wars, and beyond them what I was seeking, the room of observations. | 11 months, 1 week ago |
| Notes from The Tunnel: It was after I went into The Tunnel alone, a violation of the rules of my order I was not able to resist, that I started to dream of The Tunnel, in each dream I was in a different Tunnel and I was a different Person... | 1 year ago |
| I went into The Tunnel to check for water damage, but got piano music instead | 1 year, 1 month ago |
| The most merciful thing in The Tunnel, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. | 1 year, 2 months ago |
| ISO: 847 - Tunnel qualifiers include but are not limited to, In The Tunnel, The Tunnel, or The Door. | 1 year, 2 months ago |
| Error 9647 - Topic Invalid - Cultural appropriation by lame teen troll or missing Tunnel qualifiers. | 1 year, 2 months ago |
| Error 16354 - Topic not Woke or missing Tunnel qualifiers. | 1 year, 2 months ago |
| Yo mama is so fat that when she hauls ass, she has to make two trips. | 1 year, 2 months ago |
| Notes from the Tunnel: It had been 20 years since I last entered the tunnel, I had done my bit for the group and was happy on my ranch in Montana, a climate change sweet spot. But then they managed to find the one thing that would draw me back, a simple message, "We found a door, in the Tunnel..." | 1 year, 3 months ago |
| <dukwon> At the end of the tunnel, we found a pattern, an eight fold wave, slowly I reached out to it, almost touching it... https://i.imgur.com/Ob7cddd.jpg | T`aZ | 1 year, 3 months ago |
| You can't take your rules into the tunnel. | 1 year, 4 months ago |
| Never Microsoft, not even once. | 1 year, 4 months ago |
| PowerShell the GOAT. | 1 year, 4 months ago |
| < computerquip> fuck i love javascript | 1 year, 4 months ago |
| git cat-file tag "$GIT_TAG" | tac | sed -e '/^$/q' | tac | tail -n+2 | 1 year, 6 months ago |
| All hail hypnotoad | 1 year, 6 months ago |
| No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the tunnel he seeks, because all men are wretched. | 1 year, 6 months ago |
| just straight cataclysm; 0.25% BAC | 1 year, 7 months ago |