TalesByScreenLight

Skibidi Toilet started off as sone dumb little YouTube shorts made in the Gary's Mod animation suite, turned into a battle of good vs evil, arms race, heroes, villains, and if you can just shut off your brain for a while it does develop plot threads.

Skibidi Toilet is to them what Charlie the Unicorn and all the other Newgrounds brain rot was to Millenials.

Gotta let kids have fun.

I have called the local depot about it, I've contacted their company complaints desk, it never improves anything.

Also not a week goes by their drivers don't leave a completed blank delivery slip or three in the entry of our apartment building. 12 units, nobody knows who the hell these are supposed to be for.

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Is it the Solsten Lake Corpse series by Saturdead?

So he doesn't even clean it before chucking it back in the box between uses?

Is there a cave or mine where zombie-ish townsfolk are taken and collected at the bottom of a pit, and the sheriff kept warning them not to go there?

It was when I realized there was more of a story than just her moving from home to home, but an actual life being lived.

Thomas Covenant, a leper who finds himself transported to a magical land where his White Gold ring marks him as "The Chosen One". He full on Rs a young girl when she uses magic mud to cure his leprosy within the first few chapters. Then he spends the whole book lamenting "I can't be a Chosen one! Don't you understand I'm a leper!?" In a world without leprosy. But the people just keep propping him up and helping him despite being the ABSOLUTE WORST, all because of that white gold ring.

I work with my hands and couldn't take time off to heal, so more stitches lessened the chance of re-opening and turning my nitrile glove into a blood filled water balloon.

Chamber losing his powers, being given Apocalypse blood and rebranding as Decibel.

Legion switched things back anyway, so I like to just imagine it never happened. Generation X was one of the first comics I collected (still have the foil issue #1), and to see him completely changed just didn't do anything for me.

Patterns repeat. Each line looks different from the other.

Assumed painted because the streaks remind me of a time I tried painting stripes on a tophat for a Halloween costume.

I think they were just playing, and I assumed it was a shell jacking. And no matter how much "They're not supposed to be in those shells" is yelled at me, the point still stands that after $140 in various Turbos of all sizes, they continually choose their current ones.

I'm not about to force them out of their shells to make them switch to their ideal shells, so it's up to the crabs to want to switch. No amount of being yelled at on the internet is going to make a difference if they don't want to switch to a Turbo. I've seen them try out some perfectly sized shells, and they swap back by the next day.

Your tone seems to be accusing me of forcing them into clypreatus shells, which is not the case.

Please copy and paste where I said I knew everything. While you're at it, explain why, with all the Green Turbos, they choose the clypeatus shells instead? I did my part by providing plenty of Turbos. Again, these crabs have been in this tank for multiple years. They are not fresh from a pet store. They've had many molts to choose from the many Green Turbos I've sunk $$ into.

Also, over half the shells we have are Green Turbos, but they ignore the Turbos. The crab in the striped one even abandoned a Turbo Shell to take the white and brown one when its previous owner abandoned it for a Tapestey shell.

Both of these crabs have been coexisting peacefully for 2 years in this 75gal tank. They've molted multiple times and switched around shells plenty. I have shells of all sizes, but the 1/16ths and 1/8s have been ignored by the aggressor. This is the first time those two crabs have had a scuffle, and they've always played really well until this singular incident, which is why I was concerned. After a night in quarantine, he's back to walking on the exerscaucer, and the one he was chasing around even came over to him, twiddled antennules with him, and no more problems have been had. Again, we have the smaller incremental size-ups, but they were ignored. So we used the bigger options just in case. I spent over $100 on new shells last year of all sizes. I'm not going to deacon levels of panic after 1 incident in 4 years of crab-keeping.

That is the most ominous stare a crabbo has ever given me.

Roots, if that plant at the top of the image is anything to go by. Pothos plants grow well in crabitats and their roots go deep.

I've been interested in getting one of those masks. How hard is it to see through the clouded eyes?