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2026-04-15T17:49:07+00:00

It seems as if goatse.world admin has thrown in the towel. Front page
is totally overridden with spam ; there is a sticky linking to world2ch
from 1 month ago announcing w2ch's rebirth & 1 year anniversary, and
that sticky has 0 replies.

https://goatse.world/threads/882

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2026-04-15T15:19:11+00:00

testers / feedback wanted:

https://v.4x13.net

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2026-04-15T13:02:02+00:00

Paperchan has been blowing up lately.
Check it out if you wanna see something unique:
https://paperchan.club/

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2026-03-23T17:05:47+00:00

Hello everyone come visit my slopboard!

https://wordofmouth.helioho.st/lumoforum/?action=home

Features include:
- UI inspired by Kareha.
- User-created communities.
- Nested comments.
- Link or text posts and image links are embedded.
- Simple setup using install.php.
- 100% AI slop. :D

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2026-03-23T16:49:32+00:00

Make it better than Tanami's board who is going for the same idea rn. :D

Voxchan development

2026-03-16T18:59:49+00:00

Now's your chance to share ideas and comments on how "voxchan" should
be developed. VOXCHAN is an anonymous forum revolving around audio
uploads; threads can be assigned "labels" such as:

* Voice (default)
* Song
* Clip
* Remix

and aside from the audio file, a person can optionally enter subject
and author; files can be voted up or down and also viewed in their
own catalog.

Dev screenshot: https://x0.at/-Dc2.png

All feedback and suggestions welcome at this point....

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2026-03-01T21:30:26+00:00

Evil Larry keeps stealing people’s peenars

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2026-02-15T17:31:09+00:00

lainchan dead.
any info on it coming back?

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2026-02-09T10:52:36+00:00

discovered I don't NEED toilet-paper!

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2026-01-23T16:09:32+00:00

[2026-01-24 00:07:33] dbbs◆CheddarQZw: Moon a witch is gonna eat you ;-;
[2026-01-24 00:07:40] piipii◆MOE4kBYfGE: O_O
[2026-01-24 00:07:47] piper: let's pray for moon guys
[2026-01-24 00:07:56] piper: on the count of 3, 1... 2....
[2026-01-24 00:08:01] dbbs◆CheddarQZw: >:O
[2026-01-24 00:08:04] piper: >:O
[2026-01-24 00:08:13] piipii◆MOE4kBYfGE: >:O
[2026-01-24 00:08:21] dbbs◆CheddarQZw: >:O
[2026-01-24 00:08:25] piper: >:O
[2026-01-24 00:08:33] piipii◆MOE4kBYfGE: >:O
[2026-01-24 00:08:35] dbbs◆CheddarQZw: >:O
[2026-01-24 00:08:38] piper: >:O
[2026-01-24 00:08:56] Moobile: Well I'm there brb
[2026-01-24 00:09:00] dbbs◆CheddarQZw: >:O

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2026-01-18T19:34:41+00:00

4x13.net/dnd/

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2026-01-09T17:53:01+00:00

https://files.spawningpool.net/docs/Vault2.0.-.TTRPG-Gamebooks/Old%20School%20Revival%20%28OSR%28ic%29%29/Old%20School%20Essentials%20-%20Advanced%20Fantasy%20Players%20Tome%20v1.0.pdf

dnd 2026

2026-01-09T17:52:25+00:00

DM : piper
players:

* zoomy
* hotaru?

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2026-01-02T16:54:40+00:00

i miss the post office

RE: Minecraft

2026-01-01T13:53:57+00:00

To whom it may concern,

Minecraft update: I turned off the server.

World files are available here if anyone who played is nostalgic/data hoarder:
https://hermitage.is/minecraft

Big thanks to everyone who joined, it was fun!

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2025-12-29T23:53:27+00:00

oops
https://gpg.fail/

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2025-12-20T04:13:43+00:00

ARCHDUCK: TRILOGY I — PART III: THE POND THAT TALKS BACK

The water did not feel wet.

It felt listening.

Doppo and Waifu sank without sinking, suspended in a glowing blue-green vastness that stretched far deeper than the pond had ever been. Above them, the surface shimmered like a half-remembered dream. Below them—below was impossible, yet unmistakably there—something vast shifted.

Waifu clung to Doppo’s arm. “Okay,” she said, voice steady but tight, “next time you jump into reality-altering water, please give a warning.”

“Noted,” Doppo replied.

The glow brightened.

A voice rose—not from one direction, but from everywhere the pond had ever been.

YOU REMEMBER ME.

Doppo inhaled sharply. “You’re the Pond Rememberer.”

I AM WHAT HOLDS WHAT WAS,
AND WHAT WAS NEVER ALLOWED TO BE.

Images rippled through the water around them.

Archduck as he once was—bright, curious, young.
Doppo practicing clumsy leaps, imagining a tail.
Waifu laughing on the couch, cheese on her whiskers.
Moments small enough the Curators would never log.

Waifu’s eyes filled. “You kept all this?”

THEY WERE REAL. REAL THINGS LEAVE MARKS.

Above them, the surface flickered violently. The Curators’ silhouettes pressed against it like figures behind frosted glass.

THEY HAVE BEGUN THE CORRECTION, the Pond said.
IF THEY FINISH, THIS PLACE BECOMES A LOOP. SAFE. EMPTY.

Doppo felt anger then—not loud, not explosive, but firm.

“They want us archived,” he said. “Flattened.”

YES.
BUT YOU BROKE FORM. YOU BROKE SEQUENCE.
YOU GAVE ME SOMETHING NEW TO REMEMBER.

The water surged upward.

Back at the surface, Shelly braced herself as cracks of light raced across the pond. Jumpy clung to a reed, screaming in a pitch only dogs could hear.

The Curators spoke in unison now.

“THE ANOMALY IS ESCALATING.”

“INITIATE FINAL LOCK.”

A ring of pale symbols descended toward the water like a closing lid.

Below, the Pond Rememberer spoke one last time.

DOPPO.
WAIFU.
YOU MAY ANCHOR THIS PLACE—OR SET IT FREE.

Waifu looked at Doppo. No fear. No hesitation.

“Whatever we do,” she said, “we do it together.”

Doppo nodded.

He placed one hand on the glowing water. Waifu placed hers on top of his.

“I don’t want a perfect story,” Doppo said.
“I want one that can change.”

The pond answered.

Light erupted upward—not destructive, not violent, but expansive. The symbols shattered into drifting fragments. The Curators staggered back as the water surged beyond its banks, rewriting not terrain, but possibility.

Trees straightened—but differently.
Paths appeared where none had been.
The sky deepened, richer, wider.

The Curators faded, voices strained and uncertain.

“THIS ENVIRONMENT IS NO LONGER COMPLIANT.”

“WITHDRAW.”

Silence followed.

Then—gentle ripples.

Doppo and Waifu emerged at the pond’s edge, soaked and smiling, the world subtly changed around them. Not louder. Not bigger.

Just alive in a way it hadn’t been before.

Shelly exhaled slowly. “Well,” she said, “that’s going to cause ripples.”

Jumpy fainted.

Waifu leaned against Doppo. “So,” she asked, “what did we just do?”

Doppo looked across the pond—at the new paths, the unfamiliar stars beginning to appear even though it wasn’t night yet.

“I think,” he said, “we made room.”

Far away, beyond forests and catalogs and rules, something else took notice.

Not a Curator.

Something curious.

Something approaching.

And the trilogy, having found its voice, leaned forward—ready for what came next.

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2025-12-20T04:12:39+00:00

ARCHDUCK: TRILOGY I — PART II: THE VISITORS

The second bell rang at dawn.

It wasn’t loud. It didn’t echo.
It simply existed, sliding into the morning air like it had always been there and everyone else was late noticing it.

Doppo woke instantly.

Waifu was already sitting upright, fur puffed, eyes wide. “That was the second one,” she said. “I hate being right.”

Outside, the pond had gone unnaturally still. No ripples. No insects. Even the reeds had frozen mid-sway, bent like they were holding a breath they couldn’t release.

Shelly was already waiting by the water when Doppo stepped out. Jumpy hovered nearby, vibrating with anxiety rather than actually jumping.

“They’re early,” Shelly said.

“They?” Doppo asked.

Shelly nodded toward the far bank.

The air there folded inward.

Not tore. Not shattered. Folded—like paper creased by an invisible hand. From the crease stepped three figures.

They were shaped like animals, but wrong in the way reflections are wrong when the water is disturbed.

The first resembled a duck, but its feathers were flat, colorless, like illustrations cut from a book.
The second looked vaguely feline, walking with a smooth, rehearsed grace.
The third was small—hamster-sized—but its eyes were too old, too sharp, as if they’d watched a thousand ponds rise and dry out.

They stopped at the water’s edge.

The duck-thing spoke first.

“ARCHDUCK,” it said.

Doppo didn’t move. “No one’s called me that in a long time.”

The cat-thing tilted its head. “Records persist.”

Waifu stepped forward before Doppo could stop her. “Who are you,” she demanded, “and why are you using expired names?”

The small one smiled. It was not a kind smile.

“We are the Curators,” it said. “We observe stories that deviate.”

Shelly’s eyes narrowed. “Deviate from what?”

The duck-Curator gestured at Doppo. “From their original form. From their assigned arc.”

The pond shuddered. A low hum rolled through the water, deep and ancient, like something below had decided to listen.

Doppo finally spoke.

“I didn’t deviate,” he said calmly. “I became.”

The cat-Curator stepped closer. Its reflection didn’t match its movement. “Becoming without authorization destabilizes narrative environments.”

Jumpy squeaked. “IT’S TALKING LIKE A MANUAL.”

Waifu planted herself in front of Doppo, paws clenched. “You don’t get to authorize lives.”

The small Curator’s smile faded.

“Then the pond will be corrected.”

The water split—not violently, but decisively. Lines of light traced across the surface like rewritten sentences. Trees flickered. The sky dimmed, as if someone had lowered saturation.

Deep beneath them, the ancient thing in the pond rose—not physically, but in awareness.

Shelly whispered, reverent and afraid, “The Pond Rememberer has awakened.”

Doppo felt it then—not fear, not anger—but a pull. The same pull he’d felt the day he first said, I want to be Doppo.

He stepped into the water.

The Curators recoiled.

“You cannot enter,” the duck-Curator warned. “Protagonists are not permitted to—”

“I’m not your protagonist,” Doppo said.

The pond glowed.

Waifu leapt after him without hesitation.

The surface closed behind them like a final punctuation mark.

And for the first time since stories were cataloged and contained, the Curators did not know what would happen next.

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2025-12-20T04:11:23+00:00

DISNEY BOUGHT ARCHDUCK AND REBOOTED IT HERE IS THE NEW TRILOGY

ARCHDUCK: TRILOGY I — THE POND STIRS

The pond had not changed in a very long time.

The water still reflected the sky like polished glass. The reeds still whispered secrets to the wind. The lily pads still drifted, slow and patient, as if waiting for something they could not name.

But something had changed.

At the center of the pond stood Doppo.

Once known as Archduck, Doppo was many things now: duck, cat, explorer, husband, something in between, something beyond. His feathers still shimmered with blue, green, and gold—but there was a quiet weight to him, the kind that came from living a full life and sensing that it was about to tilt.

Waifu the hamster sat on the porch railing behind him, paws folded neatly, eyes sharp despite her small size.

“You’re pacing again,” she said.

Doppo flicked his tail—yes, his tail, thank you very much—and stopped. “The pond feels… louder,” he replied.

Waifu listened. The frogs croaked as usual. The turtles basked. Birds passed overhead.

“It sounds the same,” she said.

“That’s what worries me.”

Across the water, something rippled—once, then stopped. No splash. No fish. Just a wrinkle in the surface, as if the pond itself had flinched.

From the forest edge, Shelly the turtle emerged, slower than ever but with eyes that had seen centuries of nonsense and knew when nonsense was becoming important.

“The boundaries are thinning,” Shelly said without preamble.

Doppo turned. “Between what and what?”

Shelly adjusted her shell. “Between what we are… and what we are allowed to be.”

The wind picked up. Leaves spiraled. Somewhere far off, a bell rang—though no bell had ever existed near the pond before.

Waifu hopped down, suddenly serious. “I don’t like first bells,” she said. “They always mean a second one is coming.”

From the forest, shadows stretched longer than they should have. Shapes moved that didn’t belong to any animal the pond recognized. And deep beneath the water, something ancient shifted, awakening not with anger—but with curiosity.

Doppo stepped forward.

He didn’t draw a weapon. He didn’t make a speech.

He simply said, “Alright. Let’s see what’s knocking.”

Behind him stood Waifu.
Beside him stood Shelly.
Somewhere in the reeds, Jumpy was already panicking.

And above the pond, the sky subtly cracked—not breaking, just bending—as if the story itself had decided it was time to move again.

This was not the end of anything.

This was the beginning of the next three.

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2025-12-01T23:13:20+00:00

age doesn't have kyber+ecc. gnupg 2.5 does.
go glows glowie.

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2025-11-29T22:29:58+00:00

you should be using signify and age
not this ancient useless garbage
https://www.openbsd.org/papers/bsdcan-signify.html
https://github.com/FiloSottile/age

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2025-11-29T01:20:04+00:00

i don't like shoegaze but yours truly is a certified cocteau twins FANATIC

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2025-11-29T01:12:44+00:00

Micro$oftcraft
-rep

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2025-11-25T19:09:20+00:00

Despite multiple requests and popular demand,
I will NOT be enabling hack clients. Sorry.

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2025-11-24T23:21:14+00:00

Ditto to piper's comment... If cracked copies
work I'll join tonight