Games Counting game!

[boddibo]

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morning,

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but i'm fine i guess lol
get some sleep J

 

[U. A.]

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Here's a bot summary series for you B:

Spoiler: first page after you left

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The counting game trudges forward in its usual unruly way, with numbers posted, misposted, and deliberately mangled. This sparks playful accusations of cheating and joking claims about secret alt accounts, especially aimed at Xi-Xi, who becomes the thread's unofficial agent of numerical chaos. A newcomer, Sphinxi, hesitantly joins the game and is quickly reassured and welcomed, even as veterans argue about what the "correct" number should be.

Between counts, the thread drifts into casual conversation: someone worries about being scammed by a local online purchase, another mentions an eye twitch, and good-nights are exchanged. A throwaway comment about chemicals detonates into a full Breaking Bad Walter White copypasta, which everyone treats as a meme rather than a derailment.

The latter half of the page leans into a reflective but friendly discussion about language and identity—using one's mother tongue versus assimilating, with talk of Portuguese, Romanian, Japanese, and Chinese, plus shared interest in Chinese history and translation mishaps. By the end, the count is still technically wrong, no one cares very much, and the thread settles back into its familiar mix of joking disorder and low-stakes social bonding.

Spoiler: second page

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The counting continues in the background, but the page is quickly overtaken by a sustained philosophy derail. After a quick check-in confirming that an absent user is doing better, the conversation locks onto Kant—specifically how dull, obfuscated, and socially sheltered his ethics feel to several participants. What starts as jokes ("I Kant stand him") turns into a surprisingly earnest exchange about deontology, moral responsibility, relativism, virtue ethics, and the limits of armchair philosophy, with people venting while still acknowledging Kant's historical influence.

From there, the thread meanders into adjacent territory: class and philosophy, Wittgenstein jokes, Flying Spaghetti (and Ramen) Monster gags, and a long anecdote about someone seeking a shaman and being told they're ignored by multiple gods, which becomes darkly comic rather than spiritual. Religion comes up more directly near the end, with criticism of Christianity framed as a system of guilt and exploitation rather than belief.

The page winds down with practical forum talk—helping a newer user configure chat notifications and sharing a userscript to improve the site UI—before circling back to personal background questions. By the end, the count has advanced, but as usual, the real action is the thread's transformation into a half-serious, half-joking philosophy and culture salon.

Spoiler: next

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The page opens by wrapping up the practical tangent from before: chat notifications, UI tweaks, and joking about brute-forcing annoyances with inspect element or malicious "contributions." From there, the conversation decisively pivots into religion and belief. amor.dor answers a personal question by revealing they were raised Jehovah's Witness, which sets the tone for a deeper, more candid exchange.

What follows is an extended, thoughtful discussion about Christianity and religion more broadly. Arvayn offers a nuanced, non-believing appreciation of Christianity as an anthropological and philosophical system—especially Pauline Christianity—while acknowledging its historical use as a tool of social control. Others respond with skepticism or outright hostility toward Christianity, blaming its followers rather than its core ideas, and contrasting it with Buddhism, which is discussed as intriguing but philosophically puzzling in its concept of escaping samsara.

The mood oscillates between analytical and personal. Some participants express pride in their disenchantment; others admit envy of believers and a sense of loss at being unable to believe. gunmetalblue shares a blunt reason for losing faith—God never answered when he begged—prompting brief sympathy rather than argument. Humor still bubbles up occasionally, but it's softer and more ironic than earlier pages.

By the end, the counting resumes almost as an afterthought, someone forgets to count entirely, and the page closes on a quiet note of concern for an absent user. The game persists, but the page is dominated by introspection about belief, disillusionment, and what people feel they gained—or lost—by stepping away from faith.

Spoiler: last cause this are cringe and you may not even read

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The page opens by extending the religion discussion into something more intimate. Sphinxi shares a dark Jewish joke about God and suffering, then explains their own position as a believer without strict revelation—drawn to Jewish practice and metaphysics, but uncomfortable with public worship. The tone softens as the group reflects on faith as something personal rather than prescriptive.

Attention then shifts to the memory of littlecutecorpse. Several users express sadness and sympathy for her family, while Xi-Xi voices a yearning to be remembered and loved in the same way, quickly undercut by doubt about her own place in the community. The responses are gentle and human: shared grief, discomfort at imagining the aftermath, and quiet reassurance rather than debate.

From there, the page drifts into vulnerability. Sphinxi talks openly about drinking to cope with anxiety and functioning day-to-day, prompting concern and caution from others, especially Arvayn, who frames alcohol as a dangerous but understandable short-term crutch. Parallel to this runs a reflective discussion about personality and diagnosis—schizoid traits, antisociality, and emotional detachment—handled in a clinical, introspective way rather than accusatory.

As the page winds down, the heaviness lightens slightly: people discuss alcohol preferences, being lightweights, cocktails versus wine, and family vineyards. Goodnights are exchanged. The page ends with a joking reprimand about underage forum signup, snapping the mood back into familiar, teasing forum banter. The counting continues throughout, but remains largely incidental to a page defined by grief, self-examination, and tentative mutual care.

 

[Sphinxi]

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[gunmetalblue]

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I'm sorry B.

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[U. A.]

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actually there's only two more and i was laughing reading the slop, so:

Spoiler: part five

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The page begins in a deceptively light register: casual back-and-forth about drinks, mixers, bartending, and family wine businesses. That normalcy quickly gives way to heavier reflection when Always-in-trouble asks how often people on the forum die without leaving goodbye posts, admitting they would likely be one of them. Arvayn responds with biting sarcasm about age-based authority and then, more soberly, notes that most users are lurkers, making it impossible to know how many disappear without a word.

From there, the mood oscillates between vulnerability and gallows humor. Sphinxi briefly mentions missing their brother, and the conversation dips into alienation, institutional control, and being talked down to because of age or diagnosis. The counting continues, but it's largely incidental.

As the night goes on, alcohol becomes both topic and tone-shifter. Sphinxi grows increasingly drunk, joking that Kant is starting to make sense, prompting a round of philosophy jokes and mock exorcisms of Kant's "spirit." The thread loosens up—wordplay, teasing, and gentle ribbing take over—but the underlying melancholy never fully leaves.

Late in the page, the joking cracks again into something raw. Sphinxi expresses shame, self-loathing, and fear, while also acknowledging a strange comfort in U. A.'s detached but attentive way of speaking. Xi-Xi reflects on long-standing suicidal desire despite no longer actively attempting, framing life as a conditional continuation rather than a commitment. Responses are restrained but warm—no grand speeches, just presence, humor, and quiet acknowledgment.

The page closes with apologies for miscounting and exchanged hugs, leaving the impression of a thread that swings between absurdity and intimacy: people half-playing a game, half-keeping each other company through drunken honesty, philosophical jokes, and shared exhaustion.

and well it's now being a shit for the final page and forgot how to do what it was just doing so :shrug

 

[Sphinxi]

The counting continues, but it's largely incidental.

Wat means?
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[boddibo]

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thanks U. A., will read thoroughly later
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[Sphinxi]

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[amor.dor]

Boa noite.

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Bom dia
Morning guys

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[Sphinxi]

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How are you amor

 

[amor.dor]

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How are you amor

I'm fine, I don't feel anything.
And you?

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[Sphinxi]

I'm fine, I don't feel anything.
And you?

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Tired, probably won't sleep. Drunk.
Do you have any plans for today?
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[amor.dor]

Tired, probably won't sleep. Drunk.
Do you have any plans for today?
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I intend to play and stay home, I almost never play.(stardey valley)

Wouldn't it be better for you to try taking a nap? Not sleeping will wear you out a lot.
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[Arvayn]

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I had a dream.

I was in a barren and broken down, completely unfurnished monochrome house, with black cracks all over the walls and ceiling. The floor was covered in some kind of tarp or black cloth and was full of dust. I'm sat down on a grey chair in the middle of the room, beneath a fluorescent lightbulb hanging above me, hunched over and staring at the floor with my elbows rested on my legs.
I hear a whisper in my skull that tells me to "look up". I do so. There is a faceless girl covered in cracks, wearing an ornate doll's dress. I hear another whisper that tells me to come downstairs; we go to the front window together. I ask her who she is, and what's happening; I do not get a response. Looking outside of the window, I see that there are no stars, Sun or Moon in the sky; despite this lack of light, I could faintly visually make out that we were in a damp grass plains, endlessly expanding out into the horizon.
We stare out of the window for hours. While I wait, I think: "It kind of looks like she has the void inside of her.". She abruptly twists her own neck to face me; she tilts her head to the side a little bit, as if confused, or curious. A few moments later, I wake up; or perhaps something else happened, but I do not remember.

 

[Xi-Xi]

By the end, the count is still technically wrong,

What does the AI know that we don't

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[amor.dor]

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I had a dream.

I was in a barren and broken down, completely unfurnished monochrome house, with black cracks all over the walls and ceiling. The floor was covered in some kind of tarp or black cloth and was full of dust. I'm sat down on a grey chair in the middle of the room, beneath a fluorescent lightbulb hanging above me, hunched over and staring at the floor with my elbows rested on my legs.
I hear a whisper in my skull that tells me to "look up". I do so. There is a faceless girl covered in cracks, wearing an ornate doll's dress. I hear another whisper that tells me to come downstairs; we go to the front window together. I ask her who she is, and what's happening; I do not get a response. Looking outside of the window, I see that there are no stars, Sun or Moon in the sky; despite this lack of light, I could faintly visually make out that we were in a damp grass plains, endlessly expanding out into the horizon.
We stare out of the window for hours. While I wait, I think: "It kind of looks like she has the void inside of her.". She abruptly twists her own neck to face me; she tilts her head to the side a little bit, as if confused, or curious. A few moments later, I wake up; or perhaps something else happened, but I do not remember.

How do you manage to dream like that?

I just close my eyes and when I open them it's already morning.

 

[Arvayn]

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What does the AI know that we don't

Almost everything ever spoken on the internet, probably. I really am so curious to know what AI companies could achieve if they used their endless data archives for malicious purposes...

How do you manage to dream like that?

I just close my eyes and when I open them it's already morning.

It happens. I have a very vivid imagination. I also remain partially aware of my surroundings when I am asleep; I still hear and physically feel things, but I do not mentally process them, as that wakes me up. I stay still for the entire 8+ hours, and it does not feel boring or irritating.
I can also make myself see visions if I close my eyes and make sure that my mind is as calm and quiet as it possibly can be; my brain starts filling details in on its own, especially when I can't see anything. I start to see imagery that isn't actually there: such as a chair made out of a human face, which, when you zoom out, is really a flower atop a hill comprised of fractal geometry.

 

[OnceTheHappiestMan]

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I had a dream.

I was in a barren and broken down, completely unfurnished monochrome house, with black cracks all over the walls and ceiling. The floor was covered in some kind of tarp or black cloth and was full of dust. I'm sat down on a grey chair in the middle of the room, beneath a fluorescent lightbulb hanging above me, hunched over and staring at the floor with my elbows rested on my legs.
I hear a whisper in my skull that tells me to "look up". I do so. There is a faceless girl covered in cracks, wearing an ornate doll's dress. I hear another whisper that tells me to come downstairs; we go to the front window together. I ask her who she is, and what's happening; I do not get a response. Looking outside of the window, I see that there are no stars, Sun or Moon in the sky; despite this lack of light, I could faintly visually make out that we were in a damp grass plains, endlessly expanding out into the horizon.
We stare out of the window for hours. While I wait, I think: "It kind of looks like she has the void inside of her.". She abruptly twists her own neck to face me; she tilts her head to the side a little bit, as if confused, or curious. A few moments later, I wake up; or perhaps something else happened, but I do not remember.

Good day counters!

I have a friend that has kind of similar dreams, so detailed and weird that for a time I thought he invented them. There were also faceless girls, hooded women, fire and demons. Once, talking in the kitchen (we shared a flat) I "saw" (you know, one of those flickers on the corner of your eye, a glitch in your vision that your mind fills with invented data) a hooded woman walking through the hall door at his back. I told him and detailed what I saw, he became very serious and said "That's the woman I see in my dreams", I never told him again any other "vision glitch" that I had.

In my case I have somewhat vivid dreams, but they are almost always very boring, with many common places, an airport, a factory with a deep hole in the middle, my grandmother house, some streets in Madrid that actually don't exist.

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[Arvayn]

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Good day, Oncey.

I have a friend that has kind of similar dreams, so detailed and weird that for a time I thought he invented them. There were also faceless girls, hooded women, fire and demons. Once, talking in the kitchen (we shared a flat) I "saw" (you know, one of those flickers on the corner of your eye, a glitch in your vision that your mind fills with invented data) a hooded woman walking through the hall door at his back. I told him and detailed what I saw, he became very serious and said "That's the woman I see in my dreams", I never told him again any other "vision glitch" that I had.

In my case I have somewhat vivid dreams, but they are almost always very boring, with many common places, an airport, a factory with a deep hole in the middle, my grandmother house, some streets in Madrid that actually don't exist.

That's very, very interesting. I live with constant minor hallucinations, so I've stopped paying attention to them, since I know that any patterns or connections that I see are just the brain doing its job, anyway; but I've also had a few inexplicable experiences. For example: I was eating some food out of a bowl at night, alone, and I was using a fork to eat it. I briefly turn to look at my screen, and then I return to my bowl, but somehow, the fork is gone. I search the floor of the room; nothing. I check under furniture, also nothing. It's like it just dropped out of existence. I was very confused. I like to explain this one by saying that I must of had a lapse in memory or awareness; it is the most logical answer. Still, never did find that fork again.
I was also talking with another girl on the schizo spectrum, and we were discussing our hallucinations and possibly supernatural experiences; at some point, she casually mentions that her ex-boyfriend used to get a lot of nosebleeds from snorting drugs. A few seconds after she says that, I get a nosebleed, as someone who NEVER gets them (I have only gotten one once in my life before).

It's these little coincidences that I always brush off because it'd be illogical to do otherwise, but feel so tempted to consider that they might be hiding something more... But that is why the central point of all mysticism is that you cannot aspire to know, I suppose.

 

[OnceTheHappiestMan]

yes... the labyrinth without center, and the sun that shines so much that doesn't allow you to see

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[boddibo]

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hello world

 

[Arvayn]

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Hello, conscious Being.

 

[boddibo]

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unfortunately conscious!
how are you all?

 

[Arvayn]

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I'm getting ready to get banned from SaSu (re: take a shower).

 

[boddibo]

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you psychopath

 

[Xi-Xi]

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Someone call me?

 

[boddibo]

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when i saw the notification i was like
'well another one just arrived'

 

[Xi-Xi]

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[boddibo]

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how are you?

 

[Arvayn]

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you psychopath

I've been accused of psychopathy by one too many people for comfort, but I'm not... Probably. I mean, I've loved someone in the past and wanted the best for her; there has to be some form of empathy in that.