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By u/Plane-Assumption2926, its the Rick and Morty copypasta but changed to backrooms.
To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to enjoy OG backrooms. The horror is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of liminal and psychological horror, most of the terror will go over a typical viewer’s head. There is also the backrooms’s horrors of the infinite, which is deftly woven into the 4chan post’s description, the liminal horror draws heavily from The Yellow Wallpaper and House of Leaves. OG backrooms fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of the horror, to realized they're not just scary- they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who dislike OG backrooms are truly idiots- of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the horror in the Backrooms existencial horror; “Endless yellow office halls with no threats,” which itself is a cryptic reference to H.P.Lovecrafts Cool Air Im smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as 4Chan’s genius unfolds itself on their television screens. What fools… how I pity them. 😂 And yes by the way, I do think the backrooms movie should just be two hours of characters losing their mind. And no, you cannot see it. Its for the OG fans only-- And even they have to demonstrate that they're within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand. 
An Instagram user wrote a critique of the fart implementation for Tomodachi Life: Living the Dream. In a sea of fart fetishists, the civilized fart humor enjoyer emerges to enlighten us all.
Dude I'm so disappointed by the fart implementation in this game. In TL, you'd just peek into their apartments to occasionally see them ripping wet ass and it was SO funny. They could be alone, or chilling with their friend. Didn't matter. It didn't discriminate who farted either. It could be Jesus, your grandma, your waifu, whatever. In this game though, you have to choose whether they fart or they don't, but the problem is, if you DO give them the quirk, all they fucking do is fart. It's not funny when they just saunter about letting them slip out 24/7. It was funny in the original because you were sleeping with one eye open-never knowing where or when it would happen next.
Your comment shows you don’t understand the art of climbing at all.
Sure, Dean could have done any of those climbs when he wanted, but he wanted to do it WHEN THE TIME WAS RIGHT.
I’m an athlete and have free soloed hundreds of pitches. Maybe close to a thousand I don’t count. And I can tell you an athlete has periods of great strength, and then periods of weaknesses.
Athletes have periods of great motivation, and then periods of great doubt.
To free solo at your own limit, let alone at the cutting edge of an entire freak of nature niche discipline, requires the timing to feel very right.
Not to mention feeling in harmony with nature, the spot, and yourself ON THAT PARTICULAR DAY.
I’ve showed up to free solo and one or more thing felt off, not even considering days where weather or natural elements made soloing seem too risky.
A good soloist takes dozens of factors into consideration.
And all that wraps up into a package they analyze to decide what to do that day.
The extra variable that isn’t pretty is that dean probably had some ego, and some desire to make it big (for better or worse), and wanted to time the solo a certain way with current news in climbing, the world, and coordinating perhaps with his sponsors?
I mean if he made a media splash with a new solo he could further provide for himself via sponsors and thus continue the life he lived in the valley. 
FUCK YOU ALL
I am leaving this subreddit. This is not funny. Not related to chess. Not related to anything and not even FUNNY. Who is even the target for this jokes. What is the point?
"Let's just share pornography because hahaha we are being edgy. Do you get it we are all edgy and we are making jokes NOT EVEN RELATED TO CHESS and you know what the jokes being not FUNNY is supposed to be FUNNY because of shitposting".
FUCK YOU ALL
I am joining this subreddit. This is funny. Not related to chess. Not related to anything and still FUNNY. Who even likes chess? What is the point?
Let's just share pornography because hahaha we are being edgy. You are all edgy and are making jokes NOT EVEN RELATED TO CHESS and you know what the jokes being not FUNNY is so FUNNY to me because of shitposting! 
The Lavos AKA “Unfortunate doesn’t begin to describe my series…” copypasta is the most famous meme within the competitive Pokemon community. Lavos during that time was a highly prominent competitive Pokémon player in Smogon/Pokémon Showdown.
The copypasta came from a ragequit post by him in the Smogon forum after a series of unlucky events (losing to Waterfall flinch + Para spam) in a tournament.
After the lost, it sparked the greatest ragequit of all time stemming from his attitude towards the game and its community. The original Lavos forum post and full context leading up to the iconic moment are often celebrated by the Smogon community.
"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.
I am done with competitive Pokemon, and you won't get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Tournaments used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on vitriol and mockery from insecure little boys that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of attention. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but World Cup is still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll suffer through a few more games for them.
One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.
i fucking had you
i had you
thunderpunch rachi guaranteed ohko
this was the single biggest threat to my fucking team
i played around it to the best of my ability
and this bullshit
after rby too
enjoy your fucking trophy dude, i quit.
Lavos forfeited.
"Outplayed" doesn't begin to describe my series, this game rewards pure skill and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely blessed by scheduling with my opponent sticking to the planned time and agreeing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even better than I had thought possible. My opponent's preparation was superior, my opponent's play was superior, and he won, so I don't see a reason to stop engaging in an activity where what is not within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is.
I am continuing with competitive Pokemon, and you won't get any kind of farewell. This community is flourishing to its roots with a purifying health that grows stronger over time and persists in bolstering its host. Tournaments have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been cultivated and sustained by a natural organ that feeds on admiration and respect from confident mature men that cheer by the sidelines and bond with each other over appreciation of their shared hobby. The environment we fostered has welcomed us all like this into a gentle camaraderie, and joining it encourages acceptance of the sweetest reality we all blissfully cherish, that all of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will always amount to endless radiant blazes of significance. I won't make this the end, and World Cup is still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll enjoy many more games for them.
One last thing before I leave you all to react with approval, praise, and humble satisfaction, before you do everything in your power to enhance my words and thoughts, frame them and display them on some polished trophy stand of your memory, and hope they last forever as a centerpiece of your finite time raised to prominence. From this moment on, everything you say matters to me. The kindest compliments you extend with intent to uplift will energetically propel themselves to the forefront of my mind, and the support you express will bring all the comfort of a warm summer breeze. You are more than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from affection.