@Moon@not_br549 yeah, copyright might be allowed to expire but trademarks don't have a cutoff. Way it was explained to me is when superman etc hits the magic year you can use clark kent in your content but you can't use the costume or "S" shield or any other logo etc
@Ottovonshitpost@Humpleupagus Typed out a whole shitpost response then realized that it could be read as the feddiest of fedposts with hot word bingo and remembered I live in a totalitarian hellscape and delet
@AlbinoMutant@Humpleupagus@AngryWraith@MeBigbrain@theTDC I don't believe they truly worship anything but themselves and their supposed chosen-ness. Their ritual behaviour and legalism is them slapping themselves on the back for cheating God's law.
@Humpleupagus@MeBigbrain@theTDC If it was just average noggin in da hood then running like fuck prob wood work. They can't hit shit unless it's point blank or hitting someone else by accident when they blaze away wildly
@sickburnbro@coldacid@moyai@mushroom_soup@Humpleupagus There were some good memories too- spending time at the other grandparents' farm (got ringworm from the cows though, lol), uncle in the army taking me to the base to sit in his tank and having common land with woods and ruins out the back of the houses that all the local kids would have mock battles over
@sickburnbro@coldacid@moyai@mushroom_soup@Humpleupagus My memories of the 70s are of regular power cuts and candle lit dinners, my granddad on strike every other month, my dad moaning about petrol prices going up all the time, rubbish bins not being collected because more strikes and white dogshit on the streets. Also no non whites where I lived for another decade or so.
Meet Cédric >french dad >heard noise at night >grabs 13 pounds medieval sword he like to collected >see a pack of sandniggers trying to steal his Ferrari >charge them with the sword >they panic >smash them on the head, on the sides
"luckily, I'm ambidextrous"
>beats the hell out of them >their leader yell "son of a bitch, we know you, we'll find you!"
"well duh, big shit: you're in my house"
>invaders run away >wake up his 2 sons and his nephew >give them all swords >they guard the house together until the morning
>journalist: "but with the french justice, weren't you afraid of hurting them?"
"well I'd rather be the dude who killed a bunch of assholes than the one in the coffin"