Dies ist ein kleiner Bericht über den Chatraum #c++-social, einem IRC Channel im Netz Libera.Chat. Sofern der IRC Channel bereits etwas länger registriert ist und von seinen Administratoren nicht als privat oder sogar als geheim gekennzeichnet wurde, enthält der Bericht die Besucherzahlen und Chat-Themen der letzten Tage und Wochen.
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Der Chatraum #c++-social vom IRC-Netz Libera.Chat wurde am 2021-05-20 registriert und der Kategorie C Chaträume zugeordnet. Die Registrierung des Chatraums erfolgte aufgrund hoher Besucherzahlen.
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| 2026-06-29, 2026-06-14 |
The portal spat me out gasping. Above me the tunnels impossible sky curved queerly. I inhaled and got fluid. Perflubron. I thrashed, drowning in breathable nothing, panic eating my brain. Then Marco farted. A perfect golden toroid rolled past my face, wobbling, majestic, catching the sunlight as it spun lazily toward forever. I stopped drowning. I just watched it go. God I love him. |
| 2026-06-13 | that's the whole tunnel |
| 2026-06-12, 2026-06-06 |
< lh_mouse> humans are ores; don't you understand? | as the thought-leader, francis was at front. at least they thought he was. we found out he was simply following trends in the other miners trajectories and trying to advance over them but with no additional wisdom. we relized we were digging through what was left of the human race, downward. lh_mouse was right all along |
| 2026-06-05, 2026-05-31 |
tickle a click, that's the future | but were we in the future?? it had been dark for so long, the windows may as well have been painted black. the uncertainty of darkness brought comfort of the possibility of safety. i did not want to lighten the craft with rescue searchlights that were obsolete centuries ago |
| 2026-05-30, 2026-05-13 |
As I traverse the SSH tunnel that is nudetayne's colon, I see the TARDIS fly past. The engines are full power, yet we are drifting backwards. My gut instinct tells me that this backward draft is nudetayne's gut instinct. Did anyone catch the name of that doctor? |
| 2026-05-12, 2026-04-18 |
Desperate to find the ever elusive Rainbow Toupée, we entered the tunnel under Mt. Pubis. Our lanterns started failing almost as soon as we set foot in; several days later we were completely without a light source. Having only our sense of smell to guide us, maintaining a strict policy of clean shave became a necessity. |
| 2026-04-17, 2026-04-10 |
Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long tunnel, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, “Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting! |
| 2026-04-09, 2026-02-24 |
sure it may have plastic walls but its still a tunnel, damnit. you knew what you signed up for when i pushed your head into the toilet. there will be a way out, eventually. they cant make pipes forever. unless we are going in a loop. is that the same poop as last week? take note of the number of corns |
| 2026-02-24, 2026-01-25 |
That was the last sheep we would ever use as a public utility, learning that just an animal into a tunnel wouldn't save us was harsh. They end up with blow fly immediately; are you the bad guy because you printed a sheep? Why do the insects love them? ... then the insects infected its arse and killed its ability to continue? Who knows, new tunnel, who diss? |
| 2026-01-24, 2026-01-16 |
I’m not supposed to anthropomorphise. First rule of being a biologist, shit-come Shepard is not to get attached, but they did love diving through the barge’s aperture, out into the slowly rotating field of the tunnel. Who knows what the Romans did, but they did raise a lamb or two that produced great hole milk. |