Me And My Friends Did This When I Didn't Have A Phone.

Me and my friends did this when I didn't have a phone.

Ngl I'm waiting for Wendy's at this point.

You know you fucked up if Among Us is calling you an idiot

Its The Book. Someone found The Book.

This submarine situation is so wild. I'm always morbidly fascinated by industrial disasters and shit, because as much as they're tragic, they're also...usually some incredible monuments to the hubris of the wealthy, and amazing cautionary tales, and this one...this one is one of the best at that purpose I've seen in my LIFE.

Three business moguls including the CEO of the company involved, one of their adult sons, and one researcher who is on the record saying that he'd be at peace dying on a dive, climbed aboard a cobbled-together submarine to go visit the wreckage of the Titanic - a ship all but synonymous with the hubris of man, the ship declared unsinkable, whose maiden voyage was packed with the highest of white high society (and that glamorous side that adorned the papers to drum up excitement was specifically white high society; this came decades before nondiscrimination laws, the first class tickets at the center of all this pomp and circumstance were restricted by racist policies typical of the time (*this has been edited for accuracy and clarity)). Of course, despite all claims to the contrary, this big metal behemoth was, in fact, no match for the might of the icy sea. The contrast of the celebration and the hype of the launch with the severity of the disaster in the end, the broken promises, it all feels almost too poetic to be real.

Someone looked at that wreckage and thought, "there's a market here." Seeing nothing but dollar signs resting on the graves of a thousand, he built a submarine. It looked lovely and polished and refined on the outside. On the inside, it had no seats, was visibly thrown together out of parts from camping stores and big box hardware stores, and was controlled with a video game controller and one button - a duty which was to fall to one of the passengers after a crash course, but today, fell to the CEO himself.

This man fired a whistle-blower during the construction. He complained about safety regulations. He built a submarine that was bolted closed from the outside. He came up with no emergency plans, despite the need being apparent. He charged a quarter of a million dollars to ride it.

He christened this glorified sardine can Titan.

And so, down these 5 went.

And, just like with the wreckage they were going to see, something went wrong.

And so they vanished.

It feels like a plot line that resulted from the writer's strike. It's so on the nose it feels like a story written by scab labor. And yet, and yet, much of this is common of industrial disasters. The Challenger disaster. Alaska Airlines flight 261. The ultra-wealthy choose spectacle and/or profit over safety, time and time again. It's the same story almost every time...though, this one certainly has its own unique twists. The purpose. The name. The man who organized this was not only staring down constant reminders that no man, no matter how wealthy, is any match for the sea - reminders of the awe-inspiring power of nature - and instead of seeing it as something to respect, he saw it as something to conquer, as a trivial matter.

And he, and those who trusted in him, are now paying the price, most likely with their lives.

Reality truly is stranger than fiction.

Yassssss. The craziness was the only reason I loved Reddit

the tumblr crowd simply MUST get better at writing these. enough with the infinite "my abusive parent/partner was vaguely queerphobic/ableist/etc and said I was rude for telling them to stop, aita" I want WEDDING CRASHING i want CRAZY INLAWS I want ENTIRE SIDES OF THE FAMILY DISOWNING YOU I want PARENTS THROWING AWAY KIDS ENTIRE BELONGINGS AND SOMEHOW BEING VOTED NTA. step up ur creative writing game if u wanna truly bring the reddit experience

As the mod I cannot in good faith comment on this, but I will let your plea be heard

Tumblr is basically everyone is a creme brulee but someone threw it at a theatre kid and now there is a sequel of a man playing a cello like a damn guitar

lore accurate chuuya canonically drives a 2006 sparkly barbie motorcycle