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    Animals, Bailey Jay, and Community: gluklixhe:

ironbite4:

fluffmugger:

crazythingsfromhistory:

archaeologistforhire:

thegirlthewolfate:

theopensea:

kiwianaroha:

pearlsnapbutton:

desiremyblack:

smileforthehigh:

unexplained-events:

Researchers have used Easter Island Moai replicas to show how they might have been “walked” to where they are displayed.
VIDEO

Finally. People need to realize aliens aren’t the answer for everything (when they use it to erase poc civilizations and how smart they were)

(via TumbleOn)

What’s really wild is that the native people literally told the Europeans “they walked” when asked how the statues were moved. The Europeans were like “lol these backwards heathens and their fairy tales guess it’s gonna always be a mystery!”


Maori told Europeans that kiore were native rats and no one believed them until DNA tests proved it
And the Iroquois told Europeans that squirels showed them how to tap maple syrup and no one believed them until they caught it on video

Oral history from various First Nations tribes in the Pacific Northwest contained stories about a massive earthquake/tsunami hitting the coast, but no one listened to them until scientists discovered physical evidence of quakes from the Cascadia fault line.

Roopkund Lake AKA “Skeleton Lake” in the Himalayas in India is eerie because it was discovered with hundreds of skeletal remains and for the life of them researchers couldn’t figure out what it was that killed them. For decades the “mystery” went unsolved.
Until they finally payed closer attention to local songs and legend that all essentially said “Yah the Goddess Nanda Devi got mad and sent huge heave stones down to kill them”. That was consistent with huge contusions found all on their neck and shoulders and the weather patterns of the area, which are prone to huge  inevitably deadly goddamn hailstones. https://www.facebook.com/atlasobscura/videos/10154065247212728/
Literally these legends were past down for over a thousand years and it still took researched 50 to “figure out” the “mystery”. 🙄

Adding to this, the Inuit communities in Nunavut KNEW where both the wrecks of the HMS Erebus and HMS Terror were literally the entire time but Europeans/white people didn’t even bother consulting them about either ship until like…last year. 
“Inuit traditional knowledge was critical to the discovery of both ships, she pointed out, offering the Canadian government a powerful demonstration of what can be achieved when Inuit voices are included in the process.
In contrast, the tragic fate of the 129 men on the Franklin expedition hints at the high cost of marginalising those who best know the area and its history.
“If Inuit had been consulted 200 years ago and asked for their traditional knowledge – this is our backyard – those two wrecks would have been found, lives would have been saved. I’m confident of that,” she said. “But they believed their civilization was superior and that was their undoing.”
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/sep/16/inuit-canada-britain-shipwreck-hms-terror-nunavut
“Oh yeah, I heard a lot of stories about Terror, the ships, but I guess Parks Canada don’t listen to people,” Kogvik said. “They just ignore Inuit stories about the Terror ship.”
Schimnowski said the crew had also heard stories about people on the land seeing the silhouette of a masted ship at sunset.
“The community knew about this for many, many years. It’s hard for people to stop and actually listen … especially people from the South.”
 http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/north/sammy-kogvik-hms-terror-franklin-1.3763653

Indigenous Australians have had stories about giant kangaroos and wombats for thousands of years, and European settlers just kinda assumed they were myths. Cut to more recently when evidence of megafauna was discovered, giant versions of Australian animals that died out 41 000 years ago.
Similarly, scientists have been stumped about how native Palm trees got to a valley in the middle of Australia, and it wasn’t until a few years ago that someone did DNA testing and concluded that seeds had been carried there from the north around 30 000 years ago… aaand someone pointed out that Indigenous people have had stories about gods from the north carrying the seeds to a valley in the central desert.

oh man let me tell you about Indigenous Australian myths - the framework they use (with multi-generational checking that’s unique on the planet, meaning there’s no drifting or mutation of the story, seriously they are hardcore about maintaining integrity) means that we literally have multiple first-hand accounts of life and the ecosystem before the end of the last ice age
it’s literally the oldest accurate oral history of the world.  
Now consider this: most people consider the start of recorded history to be with  the Sumerians and the Early Dynastic period of the Egyptians.  So around 3500 BCE, or five and a half thousand years agoThese highly accurate Aboriginal oral histories originate from twenty thousand years ago at least

Ain’t it amazing what white people consider history and what they don’t?


I always said disservice is done to oral traditions and myth when you take them literally. Ancient people were not stupid.

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Animals, Bailey Jay, and Community: gluklixhe:

ironbite4:

fluffmugger:

crazythingsfromhistory:

archaeologistforhire:

thegirlthewolfate:

theopensea:

kiwianaroha:

pearlsnapbutton:

desiremyblack:

smileforthehigh:

unexplained-events:

Researchers have used Easter Island Moai replicas to show how they might have been “walked” to where they are displayed.
VIDEO

Finally. People need to realize aliens aren’t the answer for everything (when they use it to erase poc civilizations and how smart they were)

(via TumbleOn)

What’s really wild is that the native people literally told the Europeans “they walked” when asked how the statues were moved. The Europeans were like “lol these backwards heathens and their fairy tales guess it’s gonna always be a mystery!”


Maori told Europeans that kiore were native rats and no one believed them until DNA tests proved it
And the Iroquois told Europeans that squirels showed them how to tap maple syrup and no one believed them until they caught it on video

Oral history from various First Nations tribes in the Pacific Northwest contained stories about a massive earthquake/tsunami hitting the coast, but no one listened to them until scientists discovered physical evidence of quakes from the Cascadia fault line.

Roopkund Lake AKA “Skeleton Lake” in the Himalayas in India is eerie because it was discovered with hundreds of skeletal remains and for the life of them researchers couldn’t figure out what it was that killed them. For decades the “mystery” went unsolved.
Until they finally payed closer attention to local songs and legend that all essentially said “Yah the Goddess Nanda Devi got mad and sent huge heave stones down to kill them”. That was consistent with huge contusions found all on their neck and shoulders and the weather patterns of the area, which are prone to huge  inevitably deadly goddamn hailstones. https://www.facebook.com/atlasobscura/videos/10154065247212728/
Literally these legends were past down for over a thousand years and it still took researched 50 to “figure out” the “mystery”. 🙄

Adding to this, the Inuit communities in Nunavut KNEW where both the wrecks of the HMS Erebus and HMS Terror were literally the entire time but Europeans/white people didn’t even bother consulting them about either ship until like…last year. 
“Inuit traditional knowledge was critical to the discovery of both ships, she pointed out, offering the Canadian government a powerful demonstration of what can be achieved when Inuit voices are included in the process.
In contrast, the tragic fate of the 129 men on the Franklin expedition hints at the high cost of marginalising those who best know the area and its history.
“If Inuit had been consulted 200 years ago and asked for their traditional knowledge – this is our backyard – those two wrecks would have been found, lives would have been saved. I’m confident of that,” she said. “But they believed their civilization was superior and that was their undoing.”
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/sep/16/inuit-canada-britain-shipwreck-hms-terror-nunavut
“Oh yeah, I heard a lot of stories about Terror, the ships, but I guess Parks Canada don’t listen to people,” Kogvik said. “They just ignore Inuit stories about the Terror ship.”
Schimnowski said the crew had also heard stories about people on the land seeing the silhouette of a masted ship at sunset.
“The community knew about this for many, many years. It’s hard for people to stop and actually listen … especially people from the South.”
 http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/north/sammy-kogvik-hms-terror-franklin-1.3763653

Indigenous Australians have had stories about giant kangaroos and wombats for thousands of years, and European settlers just kinda assumed they were myths. Cut to more recently when evidence of megafauna was discovered, giant versions of Australian animals that died out 41 000 years ago.
Similarly, scientists have been stumped about how native Palm trees got to a valley in the middle of Australia, and it wasn’t until a few years ago that someone did DNA testing and concluded that seeds had been carried there from the north around 30 000 years ago… aaand someone pointed out that Indigenous people have had stories about gods from the north carrying the seeds to a valley in the central desert.

oh man let me tell you about Indigenous Australian myths - the framework they use (with multi-generational checking that’s unique on the planet, meaning there’s no drifting or mutation of the story, seriously they are hardcore about maintaining integrity) means that we literally have multiple first-hand accounts of life and the ecosystem before the end of the last ice age
it’s literally the oldest accurate oral history of the world.  
Now consider this: most people consider the start of recorded history to be with  the Sumerians and the Early Dynastic period of the Egyptians.  So around 3500 BCE, or five and a half thousand years agoThese highly accurate Aboriginal oral histories originate from twenty thousand years ago at least

Ain’t it amazing what white people consider history and what they don’t?


I always said disservice is done to oral traditions and myth when you take them literally. Ancient people were not stupid.

                
                

                
            

            
            
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    Advice, Be Like, and Books: shock
 if fallout 76 really is a world where "every
 character is a real person" & there's no NPCs
 im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly
 tavern barkeep and then once i've established
 enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of
 west virginia and it will be in character
 teamOplayerO
 someone help where's the screenshot of
 some post somewhere about the mmo player
 who barkept for a longass time then fucked
 absolutely everyone over
 yes-sica
 God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a
 heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online
 server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned
 tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE
 BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I
 was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage
 druid, and ranger that played the game. After they
 went out and grinded their skills and did their quests,
 I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of
 ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome
 food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy
 to all the gossip.
 Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was
 brewing massive amounts of the most
 gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a
 year I roleplayed with these people as a simple
 barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant
 and then during a harvest festival where every player
 on our server was in attendance and I was payed to
 provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last
 morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the
 reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools
 raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly
 sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had
 happened. They where all going to die, and die they
 did.
 Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore
 rpers mind you) and some had been playing those
 characters for 8 years and there they all were
 collapsed and dying. Soon they were all
 unconscious, as you could only die if you went
 unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
 psychotic bartender came and cut off your head
 which I did to every player in our group of 38. They
 were all there, and unfortunately so was I
 Revenge against what, you ask?
 So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp
 and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there
 was in character justification for any instance of
 disputed player killing, obviously my situation
 prompted a call for an investigation. I understood
 those rules from the start though, and I kept a written
 log in the game where I detailed my character's
 building hatred of every single other player character
 in the world. He would keep track of every little thing
 from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more
 importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that
 people roleplayed to develop their characters into
 the madness of mine
 So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how
 infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he
 had multiple journals packed full of a thousand
 reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably
 re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who
 was also the server admin had some ornate cloak
 with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages
 about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what
 kind of insufferable prick he must have been for
 wearing it.
 I would just write one or two things down every day
 for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs
 to locate in the tavern basement and read through.
 The result was that they found my massacre to be in
 good form and in-character, so the server was not
 rolled back and instead they decided to reset and
 implement a new landmass they had been working
 on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a
 handful of the veteran players who had been top dog
 for several years in their little gladiator arena.
 I only did any of it because my first character was
 murdered by some overzealous asshole who just
 used his character to project his inferiority complex.
 He killed me on my second day on the server
 because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it
 was taking place in the middle of town and there was
 a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was
 not invited and he was a known prick it was found
 justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the
 emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that,
 and rolled a new character who was ostensibly
 eager to please and non-threatening. I won.
 This one?
 Source: shock
 114.795 notes
 D
 ;
advice-animal:

I hope I can become this spiteful one day
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Advice, Be Like, and Books: shock
 if fallout 76 really is a world where "every
 character is a real person" & there's no NPCs
 im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly
 tavern barkeep and then once i've established
 enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of
 west virginia and it will be in character
 teamOplayerO
 someone help where's the screenshot of
 some post somewhere about the mmo player
 who barkept for a longass time then fucked
 absolutely everyone over
 yes-sica
 God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a
 heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online
 server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned
 tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE
 BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I
 was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage
 druid, and ranger that played the game. After they
 went out and grinded their skills and did their quests,
 I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of
 ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome
 food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy
 to all the gossip.
 Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was
 brewing massive amounts of the most
 gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a
 year I roleplayed with these people as a simple
 barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant
 and then during a harvest festival where every player
 on our server was in attendance and I was payed to
 provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last
 morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the
 reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools
 raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly
 sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had
 happened. They where all going to die, and die they
 did.
 Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore
 rpers mind you) and some had been playing those
 characters for 8 years and there they all were
 collapsed and dying. Soon they were all
 unconscious, as you could only die if you went
 unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
 psychotic bartender came and cut off your head
 which I did to every player in our group of 38. They
 were all there, and unfortunately so was I
 Revenge against what, you ask?
 So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp
 and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there
 was in character justification for any instance of
 disputed player killing, obviously my situation
 prompted a call for an investigation. I understood
 those rules from the start though, and I kept a written
 log in the game where I detailed my character's
 building hatred of every single other player character
 in the world. He would keep track of every little thing
 from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more
 importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that
 people roleplayed to develop their characters into
 the madness of mine
 So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how
 infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he
 had multiple journals packed full of a thousand
 reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably
 re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who
 was also the server admin had some ornate cloak
 with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages
 about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what
 kind of insufferable prick he must have been for
 wearing it.
 I would just write one or two things down every day
 for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs
 to locate in the tavern basement and read through.
 The result was that they found my massacre to be in
 good form and in-character, so the server was not
 rolled back and instead they decided to reset and
 implement a new landmass they had been working
 on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a
 handful of the veteran players who had been top dog
 for several years in their little gladiator arena.
 I only did any of it because my first character was
 murdered by some overzealous asshole who just
 used his character to project his inferiority complex.
 He killed me on my second day on the server
 because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it
 was taking place in the middle of town and there was
 a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was
 not invited and he was a known prick it was found
 justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the
 emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that,
 and rolled a new character who was ostensibly
 eager to please and non-threatening. I won.
 This one?
 Source: shock
 114.795 notes
 D
 ;
advice-animal:

I hope I can become this spiteful one day
                
            

            
            
advice-animal:

I hope I can become this spiteful one day

            
            
        

    



        

            
        
        

            




    Be Like, Books, and Complex: shock
 if fallout 76 really is a world where "every
 character is a real person" & there's no NPCs
 im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly
 tavern barkeep and then once i've established
 enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of
 west virginia and it will be in character
 teamOplayerO
 someone help where's the screenshot of
 some post somewhere about the mmo player
 who barkept for a longass time then fucked
 absolutely everyone over
 yes-sica
 God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a
 heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online
 server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned
 tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE
 BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I
 was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage
 druid, and ranger that played the game. After they
 went out and grinded their skills and did their quests,
 I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of
 ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome
 food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy
 to all the gossip.
 Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was
 brewing massive amounts of the most
 gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a
 year I roleplayed with these people as a simple
 barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant
 and then during a harvest festival where every player
 on our server was in attendance and I was payed to
 provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last
 morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the
 reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools
 raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly
 sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had
 happened. They where all going to die, and die they
 did.
 Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore
 rpers mind you) and some had been playing those
 characters for 8 years and there they all were
 collapsed and dying. Soon they were all
 unconscious, as you could only die if you went
 unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
 psychotic bartender came and cut off your head
 which I did to every player in our group of 38. They
 were all there, and unfortunately so was I
 Revenge against what, you ask?
 So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp
 and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there
 was in character justification for any instance of
 disputed player killing, obviously my situation
 prompted a call for an investigation. I understood
 those rules from the start though, and I kept a written
 log in the game where I detailed my character's
 building hatred of every single other player character
 in the world. He would keep track of every little thing
 from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more
 importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that
 people roleplayed to develop their characters into
 the madness of mine
 So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how
 infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he
 had multiple journals packed full of a thousand
 reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably
 re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who
 was also the server admin had some ornate cloak
 with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages
 about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what
 kind of insufferable prick he must have been for
 wearing it.
 I would just write one or two things down every day
 for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs
 to locate in the tavern basement and read through.
 The result was that they found my massacre to be in
 good form and in-character, so the server was not
 rolled back and instead they decided to reset and
 implement a new landmass they had been working
 on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a
 handful of the veteran players who had been top dog
 for several years in their little gladiator arena.
 I only did any of it because my first character was
 murdered by some overzealous asshole who just
 used his character to project his inferiority complex.
 He killed me on my second day on the server
 because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it
 was taking place in the middle of town and there was
 a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was
 not invited and he was a known prick it was found
 justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the
 emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that,
 and rolled a new character who was ostensibly
 eager to please and non-threatening. I won.
 This one?
 Source: shock
 114.795 notes
 D
 ;
I hope I can become this spiteful one day
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Be Like, Books, and Complex: shock
 if fallout 76 really is a world where "every
 character is a real person" & there's no NPCs
 im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly
 tavern barkeep and then once i've established
 enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of
 west virginia and it will be in character
 teamOplayerO
 someone help where's the screenshot of
 some post somewhere about the mmo player
 who barkept for a longass time then fucked
 absolutely everyone over
 yes-sica
 God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a
 heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online
 server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned
 tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE
 BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I
 was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage
 druid, and ranger that played the game. After they
 went out and grinded their skills and did their quests,
 I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of
 ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome
 food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy
 to all the gossip.
 Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was
 brewing massive amounts of the most
 gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a
 year I roleplayed with these people as a simple
 barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant
 and then during a harvest festival where every player
 on our server was in attendance and I was payed to
 provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last
 morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the
 reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools
 raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly
 sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had
 happened. They where all going to die, and die they
 did.
 Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore
 rpers mind you) and some had been playing those
 characters for 8 years and there they all were
 collapsed and dying. Soon they were all
 unconscious, as you could only die if you went
 unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
 psychotic bartender came and cut off your head
 which I did to every player in our group of 38. They
 were all there, and unfortunately so was I
 Revenge against what, you ask?
 So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp
 and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there
 was in character justification for any instance of
 disputed player killing, obviously my situation
 prompted a call for an investigation. I understood
 those rules from the start though, and I kept a written
 log in the game where I detailed my character's
 building hatred of every single other player character
 in the world. He would keep track of every little thing
 from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more
 importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that
 people roleplayed to develop their characters into
 the madness of mine
 So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how
 infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he
 had multiple journals packed full of a thousand
 reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably
 re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who
 was also the server admin had some ornate cloak
 with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages
 about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what
 kind of insufferable prick he must have been for
 wearing it.
 I would just write one or two things down every day
 for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs
 to locate in the tavern basement and read through.
 The result was that they found my massacre to be in
 good form and in-character, so the server was not
 rolled back and instead they decided to reset and
 implement a new landmass they had been working
 on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a
 handful of the veteran players who had been top dog
 for several years in their little gladiator arena.
 I only did any of it because my first character was
 murdered by some overzealous asshole who just
 used his character to project his inferiority complex.
 He killed me on my second day on the server
 because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it
 was taking place in the middle of town and there was
 a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was
 not invited and he was a known prick it was found
 justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the
 emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that,
 and rolled a new character who was ostensibly
 eager to please and non-threatening. I won.
 This one?
 Source: shock
 114.795 notes
 D
 ;
I hope I can become this spiteful one day
                
            

            
            
I hope I can become this spiteful one day