“Time and time again, history shows us that caveat-laden arguments about what is or isn’t a concentration camp only occur in countries with sound political systems. When people are splitting hairs over the specific methodology and intent behind mass detention and human rights abuses, that’s when you know you’re looking at a vibrant, civilized society. It’s as true today as it was a hundred years ago. Civilizations are healthier when citizens are raising trivial objections to the use of the term ‘concentration camp’ on the grounds that their neighbor’s rendition to an oversight-free mass prison still technically exists within a legal framework, at least on paper.” Boyd went on to state that blindly insisting that anyone who wound up in a concentration camp must have done something wrong to get there has historically always been a sign of a healthy conscience.
He shouldn’t grab it like that but given that the frillneck had literally climbed on top of him I’m not sure he had a whole lot of good options.
What was his goal? Did he think he was going to eat the Giant Biped?
Might have wanted to bite his face perhaps, but it seems counterproductive when the guy was already running away
Frillies love being up high and feel safe there. They also love biting and general agression. The third and most important aspect of their nature is that they’re very very very dumb.
These three things combine into a situation where the frillie goes “hey fuck off mate, hey fuck off! Hey I wanna be tall so I’m not scared why is my tree running away. Come back tree! But the guy can Fuck off! gotta climb the tree! WHOA THERES A GUY IN MY TREE??? FUCK OFF!!!”
saddest thing that can happen is a cat so delicately and cozy putting their small apple head on your leg like a pillow to sleep while fully unaware that in like five minutes you’re going to get up to go eat because they don’t know human language or how time works
Me, having been immobile for three hours: hmm I should get up and pee
The world’s tiniest angel: time for snomgol my mommi :)
