audi is so god damn safe😳
audi is so god damn safe😳
Planes and trains, cars and bikes, trucks and buses. If someone is killed thanks to any kind of vehicle, this is where it belongs. Here you will learn to look both ways before crossing the street (or the train tracks), why motorcycles are 30 times deadlier than cars, and more!
The beheadings of Louisa Vesterager Jespersen and Maren Ueland
1444 (Russian man shoots himself on his couch)
Gary Plauché shoots his son's rapist
Ms. Pacman (woman with her head split open)
Funky Town (cartel flaying+torturing)
Sponsored by Adidas (cartel organ extraction + cannibalism)
The Guerrero Flaying (aka No Mercy in Mexico)
3 Guys 1 Hammer (Dnepropetrovsk Maniacs)
Girl shoots her cousin then kills herself (Paris Harvey)
French dude gets impaled on a bollard after jumping from a building
Mangue 937/ Mangrove 937/ Swamp Girls
The Zacatecas flaying - CDN flaying head and removing heart of La Linea's member
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You will never be a real wizard. You have no wand, you have no mana, you have no spells. You are a LARPing muggle twisted by nostalgia and schizophrenia into a crude mockery of nature's perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Sorcerers are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed magic users of all types to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even muggles who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a mages. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk thaumaturgist home with you, he'll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected mundane nature.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it's going to be OK, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it'll be too much to bear - you'll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They'll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a muggle is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably muggle.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
Snapshots:
archive.org
ghostarchive.org
archive.ph (click to archive)
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