Somebody replaced Lutris with Bottles?
That there is only a mattress a tv and a game console inside.
Covid lock down.
That I need to get my shit off my balcony and figure out who’s the asshole taking pictures of my apartment without my consent.
We dont need your consent, its a free country and visible to anybody
Found’em
nope, just look at their username
Found 'em.
Nah ,try again
Jeez, I haven’t drank that much in my entire life
Liver failure.
Liver success! I’m so proud.
Divorced man, mid-forties, job pays well but not great, tried to get into old interests to stave off depression but collecting action figures didn’t do it and he couldn’t remember how to play the ukulele, which is like the one thing that made him interesting in high school. So, he turned to those early college years when he and his friends, whom he hasn’t talked to in ages, would stay up all night smashing Jägermeister and having heady though naive conversations about the world and how things ought to be. Night after night he sat on his balcony, looking at a world that would be better if only it listened to him, ignoring his broken instrument, smashed in frustration, and occasionally espousing his philosophy 101 understanding of nihilism to his last remaining friend, the Batman, until one late night, after finishing a nice piss, the pain became too great and, in a drunken stupor, he slowly allowed himself to fall over the balcony into the sweet release of death. He left behind only unanswered emails and texts from his worried adult children. A pitiful end to a pitiful life so completely devoid of significance that the character doesn’t even warrant a name.
New copy-pasta arrives.
I would be honored.
You ok, bro?
Yep. Thanks for checking.
Lol, none of us are.
This is art, but for the lack of mention of the piss spot on the far right. My guess is that he gave up on all decorum or hope for the future and started pissing almost over the side of the balcony. Then as he leaned over to see his last attempt to create something meaningful splash on the pavement below he looked a bit too far. It was not a planned act of finality, yet in that moment of weightlessness his last, fleeting thought was, “Probably for the best…”
Yes but neither of you mentioned the piss spot on the balcony above. This is not our nameless hero’s piss but the piss of his upstairs neighbor. He came out to his balcony and noticed a miraculous stream, sticking his head out too far to determine the source. His final thought was “What a beautiful day for rain”
Fair. I missed the anteceding piss headwater. It pains me to think our antihero died perhaps with a full bladder.
Also a Star Wars fan. The bottles on the right are the Millinium Falcon.
Jesus Christ
I heard that in Kim Katsuragi’s voice
“You seem to be following me”
That made me think of Jethro Tull - Aqualung
That was dope. Thank you for sharing that!
a bunch of uke chords are 1 or 2 fingers, and due to the short finger board you can easily reach 6-8 frets in a single grip. It’s easy to get into.
It’s just not the same as it was, bro.
if only someone stopped him from falling over…
I knew this guy :/
Username doesn’t match…
Let’s rename him Bard_with_Superior_Deductive_Reasoning_Skills
Superiocre_bard
Died of alcoholism
But there’s no corpse in that photo. We’re only allowed to draw conclusions based on what we see in the photo, not on things we DON’T see 🤔
If he was alive he’d be in the photo drinking
That I slept through the Rapture.
Again.
They need a new Guitar before the blues catch up and kill them, gotta get that shit out and there’s no tool better than a fucked up 6 atring
I don’t know about the altar in front of the chair but drunk ukulele sounds like a lot of fun!
They don’t have a local recycling programme.
- they like jagermeister above all else
- Their apartment is likely messy, (they’re hoarding bottles instead of taking them to the recycling, implying not a hoarder but lack of motivation)
- They play music
- Their last play session didn’t go very good, as the guitar is broken.
That was so deep
They also had to pee too badly to make it inside.
What we are looking at here is the aftermath of a jaeger-based transportation ritual, successful by the looks of it.
Whoever did this, is not with us anymore. He belongs to the Hunt Masters now.
Also that figurine needs to stay exactly where it is or our traveler will not be able to return fully ensouled. This is old magic we’re looking at.
