The epidemic began on September 13, 2005, when Blizzard introduced a new raid called Zul’Gurub into the game as part of a new update. Its end boss, Hakkar, could affect players by using a debuff called Corrupted Blood, a disease that damages players over time, this one specifically doing significant damage. The disease could be passed on between any nearby characters, and would kill characters with lower levels in a few seconds, while higher level characters could keep themselves alive. It would disappear as time passed or when the character died. Due to a programming error, players’ pets and minions carried the disease out of the raid.
Non-player characters could contract the disease but were asymptomatic to it and could spread it to others.[2] At least three of the game’s servers were affected. The difficulty in killing Hakkar may have limited the spread of the disease. Discussion forum posters described seeing hundreds of bodies lying in the streets of the towns and cities. Deaths in World of Warcraft are not permanent, as characters are resurrected shortly afterward.[3] However, dying in such a way is disadvantageous to the player’s character and incurs inconvenience.[4]
During the epidemic, normal gameplay was disrupted. Player responses varied but resembled real-world behaviors. Some characters with healing abilities volunteered their services, some lower-level characters who could not help would direct people away from infected areas, some characters would flee to uninfected areas, and some characters attempted to spread the disease to others.[2] Players in the game reacted to the disease as if there was real risk to their well-being.[5] Blizzard Entertainment attempted to institute a voluntary quarantine to stem the disease, but it failed, as some players didn’t take it seriously, while others took advantage of the pandemonium.[2] Despite certain security measures, players overcame them by giving the disease to summonable pets.[6] Blizzard was forced to fix the problem by instituting hard resets of the servers and applying quick fixes.[3]
The major towns and cities were abandoned by the population as panic set in and players rushed to evacuate to the relative safety of the countryside, leaving urban areas filled to the brim with corpses, and the city streets literally white with the bones of the dead.[7]
This article “Grillax, bro: I’m a feminist dude and I hate that I love to grill” is, amazingly, even worse than it sounds. The whole thing is a nauseating self-parody but in particular
[Grills] enable what scholars call homosocial contact, a kind of same-sex intimacy that deflects the supposed dangers of sexual contact between men but allows them to confirm their masculinity by excluding women. Grilling, in other words, allows these characters to cozy up to one another while still maintaining their understanding of themselves as truly manly men.
Yeah dude, for real. The thing guys do called “having friends” is actually gay as fuck when you think about it. Isn’t it pathetic how men need a grill to be in the picture so they can perform the activity called “hanging out” without admitting that there’s latent gay sexual tension in the air? People are so easy to see through, lol
The reality is that the SJ-tribe enjoys saying “lol, ur a fag” just as much as the anti-SJ tribe does, but instead of using it to condemn effeminate behavior, they use it to condemn masculine behavior. Such as “oh, you’re playing sports? ur running around with a bunch of sweaty guys chasing balls? yah totally hetero bro.” In both instances the intended and actual effect is the same - to dictate the roles people find themselves comfortable playing. And in this article we see the result - look at this guy’s intense anxiety, even guilt at the fact that he’s performing an action as innocuously masculine as grilling up some burgers and therefore “has become a bro”. What a pitiable state of mind.
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Elfwick is one of my favorite trolls, it’s why I reblogged. :D
Really it’s a fantastic reductio of McCreight’s argument.
I am unclear if this is just the usual Game Of Thrones shit, or an explicit attempt to refocus from the recent Gawker Delenda Est/Conde Nast drama. In either case, I am interested to see what happens. I _think_ TayTay has more pull that Gawker et al, and will end up winning this (I certainly hope so: I very much enjoy Taylor Swift’s music, and we all know there’s nothing whatsoever of redeeming value in Gawker), but interesting times lie ahead.
u know whats gay af? having sex with women. let me explain. 50% of a woman’s genes are from her father. but then of the half from her mother, 50% of those (25% of the total), are from her grandfather. eventually the geometric series converges and you get a total of 100%. so every woman out there no matter how hot is actually 100% MALE.
u know what else is gay though? being celibate. anyone not getting pussy is sus af and a total pussy
and obviously jacking off is the gayest thing there is, if you’ve ever touched your own dick you are obviously gay or at least bi
so how do you not be a huge faygo? it’s simple. you have to ascend to the astral plane and have celestial intercourse solely with the divine feminine principle itself, as in tantric buddhism. only through this can one achieve true heterosexuality. sorry but that’s how it is.
NOW, let me explain how this all relates to anime.
Hi! So you’re probably a liberal socially conscious sort of person but you totally freaked out about having a werewolf for a roommate/cousin/coworker/pal/neighbor? (Or a were-whatever.) If you’re not, you’re not who I’m writing this post for. If you’re not liberal and socially conscious yet go check out Whycanthropy or Foxy Ladies for a 101, and if you think you’re beyond that but don’t think you know any ‘thropes? Make sure you’re advertising your creds good and hard, they’re probably hiding from you for a reason.
Here’s the downlow!
You’re not gonna catch it.
Seriously! A werecondition can only be passed via skin-breaking bites by a ‘thrope in animal form. Shaking hands with, sharing a bathroom with, having sex with, or otherwise just generally being a normal person with a ‘thrope buddy is totally safe. Chill.
The “losing our minds” thing is overstated.
A ‘thrope under a full moon isn’t exactly going to work on their novel, call their mom, or practice the piano. Sure. We can’t talk like that and by and large we don’t have hands! But we’re not dumb animals, even if we’re kind of distracted and tripped out. Don’t schedule a serious conversation but can it with the “here girl” and the “wanna go walkies”.
You’re having a hard time? Harder on us.
There’ve been a million and one Oscarbaits shot with swelling incidental music about some stableformed protagonist’s struggle to deal with seeing their love interest change as a ‘thrope, and more and worse horror films. You know what’s less of a walk in the park? Actually changing shape. It’s a bitch.
There’s other, less visible knock-on effects.
In spite of the fact that employers aren’t technically supposed to ask, anti-thrope discrimination is very much a thing - if nothing else, we’re wrecked from changing shape upwards of three days a month. It’s hell on the romantic prospects, self-care, and some people’s mental health, too. Have a care.
Some of us are on benefits.
And when roommates waiting on rent can understand that the wheels of bureaucracy are square, and when random people in the grocery store don’t sneer at everyone with an Eventide card? That’s nice.
We’re not all wolves.
Most of us, about sixty percent, are, but there are ‘thropes of many other kinds - some of this varies regionally, since you do have to be within chomping distance of a tripped-out unsecured ‘thrope to catch the change, but nowhere’s totally dominated by one thing.
Shiftsitting is a personal choice.
Some ‘thropes don’t prefer to have anyone around while they’re in animal form. Some lucky stiffs can sleep through it. If you know a ‘thrope who likes to have a stableformed around, you don’t have to shiftsit if you’re uncomfortable - seriously, it’s worse to be around someone who thinks we’ll bite or is going to make it weird than to ride it out solo.
Locking a ‘thrope in is deeply not cool.
You have to trust us to know our own needs and limits. If we need to be locked, we can handle that ourselves - you can help if asked and only in the way asked. Don’t literally imprison your roomie because you think you know better than them. This goes double, triple for physical restraints beyond keeping the ‘thrope in a room!
Be sensitive.
‘Cause, not everyone has followed all the above instructions like you are most assuredly going to (right?) and so even apart from the stuff ‘thropes would have to deal with no matter what, some of us get touchy (or by coincidence have other stuff going on). Bear in mind that if we mention a trigger or have a mental health problem you’ll want to step lightly.
Therianthropy is different for everyone! Listen to the ‘thropes in your life over anything you hear in the media or read online. If one wants to be locked up and supervised through a window and says nobody should walk on eggshells on her account and is proud of getting through the average full moon on nothing but Midol, and another wants to be left alone to nap in the living room and can’t hear the word “leash” and gets prescription painkillers from the welfare folks, those are both valid ways of handling the condition that should be respected.
