Is the Human Race a failed experament
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2012 is a huge misconception. There are many reasons why the end of the world is linked to this date, and it isn't just about the Mayan Calendar(?). Many catastrophic events in history have occured on the date of 21st December, it is also linked to the Illuminati and the Freemasons.pimppeter2 said:
The 2012 prophecy was a prophecy predicting the end of one world, and the start of another. In other words:
"The coming of a new age. A new beginning."
Assassin's Creed was all about this prophecy, though only one person that I know has properly figured it out.
We don't fight over 'paper,' as you so bluntly put it. We fight over the value they represent. Sort of like how bullets don't kill people, but the holes they leave when they tear through you at high speeds do.
You didn't even look at the link I sent, did you? There's a very simpel senario with India And Pakistan. Most of Pakistan's rivers flow first through India. The water levels could go down by half in just 40 years. India will have 100 million people without enough water already, and Pakistan will get screwed over. Both have nuclear weapons. This is not fiction, this is not fantasy. This is the epic proportions of disaster of Hollywood happening in slow motion. As for sounding like a complete idiot, I was not making presumptions. I got this information from the link I sent you. I would appreciate if you would at least listen to it for a few minutes. Or, you could ask me to find the part where it talks about nuclear war. If you watch 15 minutes you'll learn a lot.ShredHead said:
*Removes pipe from mouth*
Great Scott, I'd say Helm of Demonica must be one of the finest trolls I've seen in a while. Magnificent specimin....well-developed bile glands, a good thick coating of nihilism, clearly in full musk - you can smell the contempt exuding from his hide.
Oh well, time for some trollslaying.
Over the horizon strides Lord Fondant, elephant gun in hand, pipe in the other. Atop a hillock, he has a clear view of the troll. While a far lesser creature than the mighty GEMS, it is still an impressive creature, a lumpen, hideous thing astrident upon the face of The Escapist, it's acrid reek bitter on the tongue even as it lumbers about, destroying all in it's path.
"Well" he declares, upon looking through his field glasses "it looks damn like the old gang's not here yet. Jenkins! Contact the slayers league, and tell them we have a good-sized buck troll in section 0-0-Alpha, http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.115730?page=3 ."
With his duties fulfilled, Lord Fondant sets down his field glasses and takes up his elephant rifle, aims, the troll's carbuncled forequarters clear in his sight, and fires.
Great Scott, I'd say Helm of Demonica must be one of the finest trolls I've seen in a while. Magnificent specimin....well-developed bile glands, a good thick coating of nihilism, clearly in full musk - you can smell the contempt exuding from his hide.
Oh well, time for some trollslaying.
Over the horizon strides Lord Fondant, elephant gun in hand, pipe in the other. Atop a hillock, he has a clear view of the troll. While a far lesser creature than the mighty GEMS, it is still an impressive creature, a lumpen, hideous thing astrident upon the face of The Escapist, it's acrid reek bitter on the tongue even as it lumbers about, destroying all in it's path.
"Well" he declares, upon looking through his field glasses "it looks damn like the old gang's not here yet. Jenkins! Contact the slayers league, and tell them we have a good-sized buck troll in section 0-0-Alpha, http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.115730?page=3 ."
With his duties fulfilled, Lord Fondant sets down his field glasses and takes up his elephant rifle, aims, the troll's carbuncled forequarters clear in his sight, and fires.
"three zero question mark pee ay gee ee equals three", droned Fondant. And thus ended the message.
Saskwach had changed a lot since his last encounter with trolls. He had wandered and sought out knowledge and learned, and had finally realised he would always do thus. He had traversed Shadow once his eyes had been unblinkered by the Pattern at the heart of the one true world, of which all others are mere aspects. He had fought sages and learned at the feet of dragons. He had supped with hermits and pulled kings from the mud. Faced with the grandeur of his self-set task, trollslaying seemed frivolous and whimsical. And yet the old memories ran deep.
"Saskwach on the way."
He fingered the blade at his hilt, shining silver sheathed over. He drew it in preparation, and came to the spot.
Next to him stood Lord Fondant, reloading his elephant gun. Saskwach nodded, the only sign needed between two veterans parted on their own ways but united again. Before them stood a troll, somewhat disappointing in stature after the great battles of yore. Still, it should not be trifled with.
Saskwach mentally searched the troll, seeking the Pattern inside of it, to glean greater knowledge. Its nihilism was clear, oozing off its pores - but other truths remained.
An anthesis to books, resting on self-certainty, like a great weight on a rickety chair...a constant yearning for wit, though not the capacity...a fell whimsy, not the thing to temper the minds of wise men, but that which wracks the faculties of the young and foolish...young...yes, there seemed to be something...this was a young troll, a cynicism fresh-grown around its coat to withstand the slings and arrows of outrageous notions - but too late, always too late, to shield them from their founding principles, which they suck from the mother's teat...He would have to be put down.
Saskwach rose his blade into a guard, and charged, screaming ancient warcries not heard since the death of a noble Shadow eons ago. He cut a great rent across its belly, sidestepping the nonsense and ennui which sputtered forth. But as he turned to the foe, its wound knitted together until it was whole again.
"This will be harder than I thought."
He lay in again.
Saskwach had changed a lot since his last encounter with trolls. He had wandered and sought out knowledge and learned, and had finally realised he would always do thus. He had traversed Shadow once his eyes had been unblinkered by the Pattern at the heart of the one true world, of which all others are mere aspects. He had fought sages and learned at the feet of dragons. He had supped with hermits and pulled kings from the mud. Faced with the grandeur of his self-set task, trollslaying seemed frivolous and whimsical. And yet the old memories ran deep.
"Saskwach on the way."
He fingered the blade at his hilt, shining silver sheathed over. He drew it in preparation, and came to the spot.
Next to him stood Lord Fondant, reloading his elephant gun. Saskwach nodded, the only sign needed between two veterans parted on their own ways but united again. Before them stood a troll, somewhat disappointing in stature after the great battles of yore. Still, it should not be trifled with.
Saskwach mentally searched the troll, seeking the Pattern inside of it, to glean greater knowledge. Its nihilism was clear, oozing off its pores - but other truths remained.
An anthesis to books, resting on self-certainty, like a great weight on a rickety chair...a constant yearning for wit, though not the capacity...a fell whimsy, not the thing to temper the minds of wise men, but that which wracks the faculties of the young and foolish...young...yes, there seemed to be something...this was a young troll, a cynicism fresh-grown around its coat to withstand the slings and arrows of outrageous notions - but too late, always too late, to shield them from their founding principles, which they suck from the mother's teat...He would have to be put down.
Saskwach rose his blade into a guard, and charged, screaming ancient warcries not heard since the death of a noble Shadow eons ago. He cut a great rent across its belly, sidestepping the nonsense and ennui which sputtered forth. But as he turned to the foe, its wound knitted together until it was whole again.
"This will be harder than I thought."
He lay in again.
I was banned for Trollslaying once and I have a strong belief that others may suffer a similar fate. I'm not going to tell you guys not to have your fun but...
...well...
Look after yourselves. I was only banned for a day but the mods most certainly do not like back seat moderating. I'll admit that Trollslaying is fun, very fun, and it has been a long time since a troll got their just desserts but I don't think picking a fight in answer here.
Fire Daemon turned his back and started to walk away from the fight. His time had passed; this was no longer his fight.
He shed a tear, a single tear, for all that had been lost and disappeared into the shadow of a setting sun.
...well...
Look after yourselves. I was only banned for a day but the mods most certainly do not like back seat moderating. I'll admit that Trollslaying is fun, very fun, and it has been a long time since a troll got their just desserts but I don't think picking a fight in answer here.
Fire Daemon turned his back and started to walk away from the fight. His time had passed; this was no longer his fight.
He shed a tear, a single tear, for all that had been lost and disappeared into the shadow of a setting sun.
Spore has proper spelling and grammar, at least. God must be playing the beta.Eatbrainz said:
Anyway, I can't dignify your post with a response. Nothing personal, OP, I just can't decipher it at this time of night. Tomorrow, I'll snort a few lines and try to think through what you've said here. From what I can get of the title, no, the human race is not a failure, nor are we an experiment. Besides, you can't fail if you have nothing to compare yourself to.
Fondant watched, idly reloading his elephant gun as noble Saskwatch charged the warty behemoth, his warcries pitched to such terrible perfection that the very ether above seemed to crack, and shatter like so much grey-tinted glass. Silver-steel flashing, the blade flickered and carved what must have been a greivous wound across the troll, spilling forth the vile stink of nonsensical bile. But still, the wound re-knitted across, and Saskwatch did recommence his attack.
"Bedevilment, looks like it's developed regeneration already. Jenkins! The Avenger round, if you please." Jenkins handed him the bullet, the dull sheen of gun metal so wonderfully lethal even through the wax coating that covered it.
Fondant reloaded, sliding the Avenger into place, and sighting the troll once more. Saskwatch made another attack, and he pulled the trigger.
The gun spat fire, the wax vaporuising in the barrel and the phosphorous coating beneath erupting into a spectacular trail of fire as it streaked across the landscape, carving a gaping hole in the troll's shoulder.
"That should slow it down..."
"Bedevilment, looks like it's developed regeneration already. Jenkins! The Avenger round, if you please." Jenkins handed him the bullet, the dull sheen of gun metal so wonderfully lethal even through the wax coating that covered it.
Fondant reloaded, sliding the Avenger into place, and sighting the troll once more. Saskwatch made another attack, and he pulled the trigger.
The gun spat fire, the wax vaporuising in the barrel and the phosphorous coating beneath erupting into a spectacular trail of fire as it streaked across the landscape, carving a gaping hole in the troll's shoulder.
"That should slow it down..."
OP: how can you talk about stem cells only being negative, they can change peoples lives, my father has had extreme back pains for years, and with more and more advancements in stem cells they may soon be able to sort it out, theres no way thats a negative thing