DistantStorm-X
DistantStorm-X t1_j6n5hkg wrote
Reply to An album of hidden, defaced, obstructed, and fake plates. The majority of these vehicles are owned by city employees. by NYCBikeLanes
God this fucking shit disgusts me. It should be fair game to fuck with these cars in some way, like bomb them with eggs, or those super annoying stickers DOT slaps on windows when a car gets booted.
Nothing permanent damage-wise, but most of the time I feel like the only thing that successfully counteracts asshole behavior is an equivalent amount of something equally assholish. Pretty sure that’s one of the fundamental laws of physics.
DistantStorm-X t1_j6avdtu wrote
Reply to comment by LurkioVanDerpio in NYC is in store for a ‘cold and snowy’ winter, according to Old Farmer’s Almanac by fe2sio4
For real motherfuckers actin like we don’t get them late March stealth blizzards n shit
DistantStorm-X t1_j53xuzy wrote
Reply to comment by GrogStrongjaw in Reflection (Hag #7 of series, OC) by LeeroyM
Man, where’s Mulder n Scully, and/or Leonard Nimoy when you need em?
DistantStorm-X t1_iy8osph wrote
Reply to comment by RecoveringFcukBoy in A Brief Guide to Encountering a Weeping Person in Public in NYC by bikeskata
Straight up. If someone is asking for help, legit looks like they they need it, and you can actually help them, please do.
Otherwise, Mind Ya Business.
DistantStorm-X t1_jdmtm43 wrote
Reply to 16 stories beneath midtown Manhattan, NYC by PonyEnglish
Not many realize that this is a shot not of before the water was pumped out, but after it was put back in. After they found the Door, at the very bottom.
Thankfully one of the sandhogs was a grizzled, salty type, still familiar with the Old Stories. The giant bronze Seal was covered in ancient muck, and heavily oxidized. They almost broke it. But the old vet washed off some of the mud and slime, and instantly knew what it was.
Those tunnels are sealed off, now. Most of the plans showing their location destroyed. But the pool is still down there, and the Door, and the Seal. And what lies beneath that, in the deep forgotten dark.
It waits. And it seethes.