The first siren in the op is very disturbing, like flying saucers snatching citizens.
lol he's not chill either. He's pretty pissed in this video about Mars.
Passive aggressive people can be some of the least chill, and being tranquilized doesn't mean there aren't things underneath there.
So he could be violent?
Are you even reading what I'm saying?
My point is about a lack of proof.Seriously, isn't this the same type of argument people use against you when you say you were raped by a fat chick?
No?
You said you feel like if he tried to strike her she would have three minutes to dodge a hit, ya?
I was making fun of his physique, do you take everything I say as serious? Do you think I actually mean his punch would take three minutes to accomplish?
Seriously girl your sense of humor needs a workout.Nice deflection. I'm not being literal, I'm using your own words to show your logic is weak.
I think you just want an excuse to jab about the rape thing, as it's not really related at all.
I'm not jabbing at your rape. I didn't even remember it but you brought it up the other day. And, I've never attacked you about that, btw.
Your point was essentially that Titanic was too scrawny to hit her and even if he tried she could dodge it. And I remember people saying you were full of shit cause a girl wouldnt have the physicallity to rape a dude. Do you see how that is the same argument? I'm trying to help you connect the dots here but I guess it's too abstract for you to manage. ~
You're extrapolating this comparison out of a joke about how weak he is, and arguing with a strawman scenario of a world where I seriously meant that.
Ah! So your counter point was a joke. Nice out. :)
...it was a joke instead of a legitimate counter by it's initial design, and for some reason you can't drop arguing with something I never really defended in the first place.
For real, your sense of humor is one of the weakest on this forum.
Anything else?
Ya, do you have an off switch?
The nap I took was one, but I'm back now.
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I'm currently determining the minimum pressure and intensity required for an acoustic wave in a real atmosphere to kill a single human being.
Inspiration:
Vladimar Gavreau explored the biological effects of infrasound.
A patent for one of his ulta-sound generator.
I love this sort of stuff! Even if I lack the technical information to truly appreciate the patent itself. The contraption reminds me of schizophrenic James Tilly Mathew's "Air Loom." Of course, the Air Loom is far less practical.
The Air Loom worked, as its name suggests, by weaving “airs”, or gases, into a “warp of magnetic fluid” which was then directed at its victim. Matthews’ explanation of its powers combined the cutting-edge technologies of pneumatic chemistry and the electric battery with the controversial science of animal magnetism, or mesmerism. The finer detail becomes increasingly strange. It was fuelled by combinations of “fetid effluvia”, including “spermatic-animal-seminal rays”, “putrid human breath”, and “gaz from the anus of the horse”, and its magnetic warp assailed Matthews’ brain in a catalogue of forms known as “event-workings”. These included “brain-saying” and “dream-working”, by which thoughts were forced into his brain against his will, and a terrifying array of physical tortures from “knee nailing”, “vital tearing” and “fibre ripping” to “apoplexy-working with the nutmeg grater” and the dreaded “lobster-cracking”, where the air around his chest was constricted until he was unable to breathe. To facilitate their control over him, the gang had implanted a magnet into his brain. He was tormented constantly by hallucinations, physical agonies, fits of laughter or being forced to parrot whatever words they chose to feed into his head. No wonder some people thought he was mad.
The machine’s operators were a gang of undercover Jacobin terrorists, who Matthews described with haunting precision. Their leader, Bill the King, was a coarse-faced and ruthless puppetmaster who “has never been known to smile”; his second-in-command, Jack the Schoolmaster, took careful notes on the Air Loom’s operations, pushing his wig back with his forefinger as he wrote. The operator was a sinister, pockmarked lady known only as the “Glove Woman”. The public face of the gang was a sharp-featured woman named Augusta, superficially charming but “exceedingly spiteful and malignant” when crossed, who roamed London’s west end as an undercover agent.