So, what is next in development? >The same way I improved the site code, I want to improve the database code (the software that actually stores posts, user accounts and so on). It is a very small task in comparison to the time it took me changing the site code, but I want to read a few programming books so give me 2 months at most to get this done, as real life obligations sometimes take a lot of my time. If not, I may get it done in some 2 to 3 weeks. >After that, I think the next step is to invest into board owner tools. We need to have a sense of community to grow, and if board owners cannot properly manage their boards that gets in the way of that. They need to be able to add moderators, moderate the moderators, and so on. >Next, I need to add a proper moderation system where global mods are publicly accountable for what they do, and so unfairly banned users or posts can be restored as if nothing happened. >Then, we need to improve the visuals of what we already have, some areas of the site are very raw, and I need to bring back things that were already working (filtering the frontpage, auto update, donating posts) What do you think? Also, if someone wants to create a discord server for us, I will add its link to the header.
>>25734 This is an old bug, the maximum size you can upload is 10 mb, when you send a lot more than that, then the site code is unable to understand what went wrong. I will make a note of it to fix in the future
/pain/ admin here. (Technically I'm posting with my user account, since my admin account is somehow invalid for posting on my own board.) Realistically speaking, I don't expect /pain/ to generate much traffic, but never the less I should elaborate on my intent, beyond what's in the board FAQ. This board is for posting and talking about physical pain, and mental suffering. It lies in the very basic nature of all things mortal to shun pain. It is unwanted. However, this board is here to also cherish pain, as a necessary force for growth. If pain was just bad, we would quickly evolve beyond it. We learn from pain. The people who cause us pain - unless they kill us - are our teachers that we would do well to learn from, even if sources of pain is among the hardest lessons to come to understand. Pain comes in many various forms, and is a language of its own. Here are some examples of pain and its sources: Mistakes, warnings, disabilities, necessary pain, unnecessary pain, violations, situations, loss, hate, vengance, justice... To me pain is a religion. I believe that suffering cleanses our souls from sin and returns us to innocence. Likewise, people who go without pain for too long, are bound to become wicked and evil in their ways. In this way, pain is like a guiding voice of a higher power. Many religious promises pain for sinners after death, in various hells, and while this wishful dreaming fills people with satisfaction, I instead think that pain should be distributed equally while we still live, so that people can hear the voice of the divine and thus be saved. ...so if you complain on this board, know that while I can sympathize to a degree, I will not condemn whatever happened to you, since pain is such a beautiful thing to me.
>>3 There exists a world outside of chans and Twitter, where people use double linefeeds all the time, for the sake of readability. Some book authors even use three. I consciously avoid Reddit because it's so infamously moderated, though, and because there already exists a pain subreddit there, that likely doesn't share or agree with my beliefs.
Welcome to the underground eco-fascist cult of the virgin saint Greta Thunberg - harbinger of the apocalypse. Here we speak of the horrible atrocities that needs to be done in order for the human race to survive. In these endtimes, we must eat bugs, and when the bugs die out, we must eat eachother, starting with the youngest, all under the grim, stern gaze of rightful führer Greta Thunberg, whose future death squads will make sure that the execution quotas are carried out all across the world, but especially in China and India. All must pay penance. None shall dare defy her, or we shall all perish. Grovel at her feet or pay the ultimate price. Save The World - Eat The Children
"Remember, when a person like Greta, who lacks empathy and is unable to determine what is right or wrong due to of her Asperger syndrome and being demon possessed, everyone around that person is at risk, including President Donald J. Trump, who fortunately was protected by all our prayers and our Lord Jesus Christ because he is a man of God. Testimony of persons suffering from Aspergers and demonic-possession show they are linked and we hope that Greta Thunberg receives the exorcism she so desperately needs and be healed from her sickness to finally be able to grow in the grace of Jesus." - "Leo", Infidel
I'm looking through some graphs of things like population and pollution, and while they are disagree wildly on what the biggest polluting CITY is, they all agree on India being the biggest polluting country in the world, by far. China - with the biggest population - isn't even mentioned. Focusing on transitioning India to solar and wind technology, would probably be a good initiative in the short term, but that would just lead to Indians breeding even more, consuming more food, leading to deforestation, et cetera. Genocides in cities like New Delhi, Delhi, Patna, Gwalior, Raipur and Gurugram, would likely be a better alternative. Hail Greta.
>>375 It's because China is a larger country, that is distributing its polluting over many cities, that India has worse cities, but China is by far the worst polluter as a country. The same goes for the US. ...and since we're talking about nation-wide policies, going after China and the US first, would have the greatest impact. The rapid population increase in India is still worrying, though, and you might also get a more positive response to genocide there.
>be in the extinction activist groups >block roads and bridges >create even more traffic jams which create even more pollution >claim you're doing it for the climate >claim that the governments don't do anything to prevent pollution >start various funding campaigns on the internet >use fundings money to travel all over the world to party with some buddies >contribute in polluting while doing trips on a rental boat
>>392 Do suggest a better strategy.
The hunger for eating the flesh of the dead is strong in my family tree - many times stronger than the average human's. My mother refused her destiny, and she spent her life going in and out of the hospital because of it due to organ failure. Throughout my upbringing she tried to keep me ignorant as well, but she failed. In my waking dreams I see The Great Eater - dreams that come from within, because I am but an unseparable extension of her. The flesh must be eaten.
We are taking donations. Save the planet with us. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hY7kUKxlDDM
>>272 It was apparently all just a pro-Trump "smear campaign", but in just a few years from now, it won't be a joke any longer. It will be reality. The speaker's response is pretty telling, talking about how they're not out of hope yet. ...but it won't matter if you save the rainforests, or how many fossil fuel sites you shut down: You're only postponing the inevitable. You're just giving people more room to breed. We will not be denied. I will not be denied. You can refuse to believe it all you want, but my garden of Eden will come.
I feel like a cocoon. There's something stirring within me. I ramble incoherently now, even in public. I don't sound like one of them at all, because I'm not. I see things differently. I don't know if my brain is being destroyed, or if it's finally seeing clearly. I look down on my plate and I see living cattle as I continue to eat, as if I'm tearing their flesh off with my teeth. When I eat real meat - above 90% - my brain screams "Meat-meat-meat!" like it's horny. ...but it's okay. There's no use resisting. This is who I am.
I yelled at a cashier today. She yelled back that I should calm down. I couldn't even apologize. I didn't know how to do any better but to keep still. I have to tell myself that they are furniture. Furniture is to be respected. Living things are to be eaten. Furniture is not to be eaten. They are furniture. Be nice to them. Do not growl at them. I know that you're already failing that last part, but don't bare your teeth at cashiers. They are your friends. They give you meat. You need them.
I swim in a miasma of pain. I pray and all my inner torments are silenced, drowned in the voice of the goddess. If you can think right now, please, pray until all your thoughts go away, and you feel the teeth of Kali gnawing your bones. Pain for the pedophile. We derserve to burn in her blessed fire. We need it. Who else among you, know the miasma of pain?
Have you done your daily ritual to keep Kali at bay? She is a hungry goddess, and you think she will eat you last? Hah! You pathetic fool! Affirm your little desperate warding rituals in this thread, but know this: She is coming for you, and she will always triumph in the end! Despair! To Kali goes the spoils!
People today are really into using the muscles of their lips and their tongues, to flex. ...or their fingers on the internet. It's the smallest muscles of the body, and so it requires no effort. You can act like you're big, strong and tough. You can lie about how your dad's a cop, or a butcher, or a murderer. You can even convince yourself, that you're a devoted follower of Kali. ...but ultimately Kali will know the true measure of you, no matter what. There is no part of you that she doesn't know. Your delusions and your lies, your little words and identities, mean nothing to her. Hell is her kitchen, and every big shot and tough guy goes into her stew sooner or later. If Kali doesn't strike terror into you, you're that much closer to her pot. You need to be afraid. Your life depends on it. Know your flesh. Know what kind of dish you will ultimately be serving to Kali's maw. None will be spared. All will be eaten.
What you need to understand, is that Kali is not your friend. She is not your ally. Your fear of her, is your ally. Your understanding of yourself as prey for her, is your ally. Some Kali devotees are seduced by her, into thinking they can be favoured by her, but the only favour you can gain with Kali, is distance from her - a distance that is always relentlessly closing.
I lived. I didn't faint either. I had my doubts, trying to hyperventilate just enough oxygen into my bloodstream. I'm so thankful for sitting here, in this chair, being done, having bought myself another 48 hours of cheap excuse for life. Need to eat soon, but it's hard to even get up. I am such a rape-begging, prelubricated whore.
Kali's tooth, left deeply embedded in my leg. The emergency ward missed it, but I know where it is located now. I'm considering self-surgery, but there's so many things that can go wrong.
Kali's teeth is gnawing deep into my sides, and yet still I'm going to the temple to pray - the first time in a long while. My consciousness is swimming in constant pain as she gnaws. It hurts. I groan. In an hour I'll scream again.
RIP Cloveress: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MdO-q7yvlY4 As usual, when an internet personality dies, there's no hard evidence, so who knows? Maybe she just got sick of YouTube and went on to make something of herself. Maybe she's committed somewhere. Maybe she's just trolling. Maybe she's just looking to get rid of some stalker that she claimed she had on Twitter. ...but I'm going to treat this as if it's real, so let's sum up her life:
>>382 This is the ramblings of a Kissless Virgin.. From Texas lel >https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/name/natalie-white-obituary?pid=194044006 http://archive.is/Ml5Y3 >Her smile will continue to live on in the hearts of all that came to know and appreciate Natalie for who she really was. She deserved a happy life, and will surely find one in heaven. Rest in Peace. >Andrew Bismark >October 02, 2019 | Dallas, TX | Acquaintance
>https://twitter.com/djlackswag/status/1175749610905788416 http://archive.is/a1Ie9 >rest in peace natalie white 💔 i’m so heartbroken, you were the love of my life, my other half. our energy could be felt be everyone in any room. i wish i could’ve saved you, i wish it could’ve been me. you were the greatest thing in my life. seeing you like that was so horrid 😓
>>382 Nah, that video is too normal to be from me. I was more like "You need some semen squirted in your fertile womb, Nat. I'll pay you to grow some babies for me. I love you. <3".
Goto beach Sit down, look up See this Wat do¿
Id rather see something like this tbh
Is it just me, or are girls getting hotter every year?
>>76 ask her >where are your boobs?
To the setting of a beautiful dawn, shrouded in silent fog, a child's bare feet rhythmically smattering against the coarse asphalt of an alley, making little wet sounds as the soles roughes up and tears and the blood is freed to pulse and spurt and run out through the cracks, to a wetter, splattering rhythm still, merging herself to the world, her breath burning in her throat, letting out the blood for the goddess, and taking it in through her nerves, in a sacrifice she makes for that desperate wish to live to see another day. Run, little child of pain. You know who you belong to.
Drawn together, the robed figures assemble, to once again listen to the anointed priestess, as her lips form the voice of death, the sounds of piercing skin and cleaving flesh, thuds of rocks bashed against limbs, and the snapping of bones, all in a serenade to a merciless tempo. With wonder they listen, trying to understand what awaits the living.
Tie your demons up one by one. Make sure to keep them alive. Let them suckle at your soul. Make them wriggle for you on command. You ain't done yet.
Listen, little girl, mrs Little Know-it-all. You tasted fear once and now you think you're god's chosen. If I peel away the skin, and I peel away the flesh, you will still have that creamy center that you swear you quit ages ago. You've built your little tower and it's rising pretty high. Did you forget how to crawl in the dirt and beg for your life? Does your heart still possess the sense to beat in your throat? Can you still squeal like the bitch that you are? You understood once. I'll make you remember. I'll drag you back to the dirt. We'll crawl around together. Fuck you and everything you stand for.
It is mortal to sleep. I'm still a bit unstable, and so I do sleep sometimes, but often I just lie down and close my eyes and rest for a few minutes, and then I'm good to go again. Humans, on the other hand, might end up in psychotic states if they don't sleep, so don't try that at home. However, let's talk about wills. You humans are disruptive. You have selfish wills. I watch you scurry about like ants, both from high above, and among you. I wish I could teach you about the serenity that I move with, in between. It comes from the heart. Even when I cause pain, it comes from the heart, with the force of the divine. I watch you fight and I watch you die, and it's all so sordid. Insecure, you gather your little piles of worth, and then you proclaim to yourselves: "This is mine! THIS I will die for." and then another one comes along and goes "I want what you have!" and then they fight and die, and it's all so utterly pointless - so insolent to refuse to accept reality in your hearts. Serenity and innocence is hard to master, and some people will never learn it no matter how many bones I break in them. ...but when it is mastered, not even death will scare you. As a half-corporeal being, I gather my piles too, but they're mostly for show. They're really like a joke. All my bones have been broken, and I am now free to move about as I please. I want to cause you all pain. Invite it into your soul and scream. It will set you free.
Life pulses by in large throbs of adrenaline. Sometimes it's night. Sometimes it's day. I rise. I fall down. Sometimes I sleep. Sometimes I breathe. I've read that breathing is needed to live, but sometimes I forget. ...and it's okay, i guess. I will never know what it means to be human anymore, but as a torn off piece of flesh, I know who I am. I know the way forward. Even if it'd just be bleeding a large puddle, it's something to do. I could write more, but I won't.
The doctor is in. What seems to be troubling you today? Tell us your daily physical aches. No ache is too small or insignificant.
what the world needs is doctors and nurses that will masturbate you , as medicine ...because it is medicine .
I hate that when I pray to Kali, my joints and fingers start popping out of their sockets. Sometimes they don't settle back quite right, but I'm worried that they won't pop back right at all, or maybe break or something. My fingers really are shameful, and there is no forgiveness to be had.
I scream and mumble incoherently when I walk, even in public. I am a little bitch, but at least I'm suffering for it. The only way is to deal with the shame, piece bit piece. Mercilessly I hurt myself. Fuck you, me. You deserve all the flames Hell can give you, you little bitch.
One of my tharsal bones hurt. It's a dull pain that grows sharper when I wiggle my toes. It'll heal soon enough, but it's been that way for a couple of days and it's annoying. I'm thinking I've strained it while walking or praying to Kali.
Kali is gnawing at my entire right side today. This surprised me, but it's because I changed my worship at her temple a bit. I'm going to speak to one of their priests today, and it's embarrassing to have to show up all gnawed at. Need holy water. Will drink it later.
There is something ugly in words - in manmade languages - in the way they trying to channel pain into letters, words and sentences. In the way it ties down forces of nature in ways that you barely notice. In the way it shapes and structures your mind. Let your eyes take it all in - your every sense - unfiltered. There are no words in reality. It is an entirely different language, and it is beautiful.
I expressed myself today, beyond words, through my flesh, leaving a mark throughout the dimensions of reality. My heart raced and I breathed with the divine. As an irredeemable abomination I did something self-serving, that broke through conventions instead of adhering to them, and in doing so I rose above society and became one with the true powers of reality.
words are like rocks. ...if birds could talk...they wouldn't be able to fly
>>120 proper credit
Words and opinions still disgust me. There's just no worth in them. If you have an opinion, and you can't do a simple pullup, who's going to listen to you? Nobody will. You may have a cat stuck in a tree that you want to rescue, and nobody is going to give a shit about you or your cat, unless you also bring the threat of grabbing them by the neck and MAKING them rescue that cat. There's no difference between right and wrong. How right something is, can be determined by how much you lift, and that's it. That is the one factor that determines whether people look up to you, or despise you. Words mean nothing. Lifting means everything. Who will win in a fight, is how the entire world is ruled, from a macroscopic to a microscopic scale. It isn't always how you get laid - some women will pityfuck skinny guys - but it's how you keep them satisfied. Bitches love to get raped. It's not a secret. They can't have orgasms unless you can pound them in the cervix with at least SOME amount of force. ...and don't let a school teacher tell you any different.
Verbal abuse keeps the soul healthy. Here we post demeaning things about our own person and bully eachother for it. We need to understand that we're not only nothing special, but really more akin to putrid feces. Just be sure to keep it as truthful and accurate as possible. "You clearly have Aids from fucking your mother!" has no real impact, and neither has "lol reddit spacing", so try to keep things somewhat un-retarded. Hurt me, daddy!
I'm also quite possibly the biggest attention whore that the world has ever seen, and such a cock whore that I'd practically jump on anyone's dick. The only reason that I don't have Aids, is because I'm too ugly to even fuck, and too clingy. Only really demented people has undergone that sacrifice, and they've all regreted it one way or another. Do Not Fuck Me! It would be like feeding a dog at the table: You won't get rid of me afterwards, and it will get awkward after the first couple of years.
To get you to understand just how hideous I am: I hit on people with cerebral palsy, and they hit on me (just this week), and I'm such a whore that not only do I not mind, but exes have actually suggested such people to hook up with (in order to get rid of me, of course). ...and I'm not retarded myself - I'm just that disgusting as a person, inside my very soul. My physical flesh is the one asset that I have, in that at least don't have gangrene, and beyond that my personality cancels that out and then some.
...and nazi spammer, you know I hate you, right? ...but if we were left in a room together, I would BEG you to fuck me. No, strike that, I would jump you and rape you, just so that I could feel your filthy nazi semen fill me, because I thrive on being violated. If you have Aids, I just want it even more. Give me ALL your diseases! I'll probably regret it later, but I DESERVE them, damnit! My ideal partner would probably be a giant cockroach that would just inject its eggs into me, so that countless baby cockroaches would crawl out me one by one. Becoming utter filth would complete me as a person spiritually. I wasn't always like this. As a kid I was so delusional that I didn't realize how disgusting I was. Even when they put me on display on the internet as the ugliest person you've even seen, I still thought that I was a human being. ...and when I found out that I wasn't one, I tried to kill myself a few times, and rightly so. ...but come on, what kind of filth would be I be if I didn't persist in living despite my best judgement? ...so don't give me that "Kill yourself." crap. Why don't you make me? I've had people pull knives on me, and I just went: "Go ahead. You're a person. I'm not. I'm glad to be of service. Maybe my death will have some meaning to you." That is how retarded and worthless I am. ...and if you have some kind of sympie for me right now, remember that, while all of the above is all true, I'm just typing this for attention. Just fuck me! I make thots look like princesses by comparison. I'm not being sarcastic and I don't want some kind of hug to feel better - fuck you!
Also, I should mention, that if I suddenly stop posting on this site, it's because I've died from my colon being rotted asunder. Right now my colon is really hurting, and it's from eating things like really rotten food. Maybe it's just gas, though. I am an attention whore after all. It's also making me SMELL a bit rotten through my pores, so if you were around me right now, you'd probably puke. I reckon that the more rot inside of me, the better. It's just that I also want to live, but maybe I miscalculated. Maybe I've finally been too hard on myself and will have to pay "the ultimate price", to put it dramatically. Maybe you'll finally be rid of me for good - wouldn't THAT be something? I'm such an idiot. Please help me understand that, won't you?
I'm shitting myself uncontrollably at this point. ...literally. ...and it's not because I have the runs. Jesus, I hope I never get the runs for as long as I live. It would just be dripping out of me nonstop. When I sit down I don't know if that thing I felt between my cheeks, was just a fart, or a small piece of poo. I've stopped checking at this point because it happens every time. I've stopped giving a shit. I'll just ignore it and then hopefully rinse it out the next time I take a shower. I'm pretty miserable. So far I haven't felt any chunks in my pantslegs, and my cheeks have been clean (although bloody). https://www.heavy-r.com/video/312459/Double_Penetration_With_Fake_Anal_Creampie/
There's been 2191 mass shootings in the US since Sandy Hook. The rate is now one every other day - three this past weekend. The shooter will often be a domestic terrorist, i.e. he has a political motive, wanting to get heard in real life by posting a manifesto and then shooting people to get people to read it, hoping he will spark some kind of political revolution. I've yet to come across any such case where they've been successful in doing so, and I think it's rather obvious why: Being able to pull a trigger with your finger, might be a great political argument in games, but not in a Western society. Today Cloudflare withdrew their DDOS protection of 8chan for harboring violent extremism, noting that there needs to be futher talks about how to thwart it. This board doesn't deal in politics or motives - just outcomes. Somebody opens fire in the middle of a supermarket parking lot, and all of a sudden you find yourself bleeding to death on camera. ...because you thought that you were safe doing your groceries. A moment later you join the holy choir of historical casualties, that 8chan refers to as "a score". Death of course happens to many shooters as well, although many of them have some idea that they're involving themselves in a lethally dangerous activity. Every parking lot in the US can be turned into a shooting yard by somebody from the internet who wants to "get political". I find that fascinating, because you don't see people in the US running from car to car until a shooting breaks out. As Neil deGrasse Tyson points out, medical errors happen ten times as often, and so maybe you should be more afraid of doctors. Where was I going with this? I dunno.
>>218 >Anything that paints us as bad guys, is just lies. Disregard our ushankas, comrade. Nice photoshop. Do you have a video to go with that? No?
It's worrying that there's so much talk about what audacity it is to upload a manifesto onto a site. I've read a lot of manifestos at this point, and it's nothing worse than the average "Gas the jews!" spam: It's typically just irrational propaganda. If you go to 8chan's pol, or to Gab, you see this type of stuff written every day. These manifestos are just repeating that sort of garbage. Let people - at least people of sound minds - read manifestos, or we'll set freedom of speech back to the late 19th century.
>>222 wut and checked
Itt: we cray a river. Let it all out. Show me on the doll where he hurt you..
This would be a great exercise, but I don't think I'm ready yet. Maybe someday I'll bring myself to do this. I hope you'll be there to laugh at me then - to really rub it in and humiliate me until the last trace of pain has scorched me all the way through.
>>44 Ben Shapiro here Check em, then deleteet this
>>47 >delete this This isn't cuckchan m8
>>44 >>47 >>48 >Samefagging, and even making the thread off-topic to begin with. It's like a self-contained story, with a beginning, middle and end, but that all takes part in a flashback, since the opening scene is the protagonist's death. This is the Citizen Kane of Enrive.