The Troll-ey Problem
Submitted 8 months ago by The_Picard_Maneuver@lemmy.world to memes@sopuli.xyz
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QuentinCallaghan@sopuli.xyz 8 months ago
Darkassassin07@lemmy.ca 8 months ago
It rolls, kills all 6 tied up people, and everyone onboard.
Snailpope@lemmy.world 8 months ago
JACK KNIFE THAT TROLLEY!!!
sorry for yelling
user224@lemmy.sdf.org 8 months ago
kamenlady@lemmy.world 8 months ago
Damn, i believe you. How long did you wait?
niktemadur@lemmy.world 8 months ago
Well… if you put it that way, pulling the lever at least gives me something to do in the meantime.
andrew_bidlaw@sh.itjust.works 8 months ago
Does excessive pulling makes one blind?
niktemadur@lemmy.world 8 months ago
Depends on what you mean by “blind”?
atomicorange@lemmy.world 8 months ago
One must imagine niktemadur happy.
Jackcooper@lemmy.world 8 months ago
no affect
Blocked, deleted, reported
kamenlady@lemmy.world 8 months ago
Crushed, shaken, stirred
edinbruh@feddit.it 8 months ago
The bond’s Name. James Name
thenextguy@lemmy.world 8 months ago
It’s like that light switch on my wall that does nothing.
Except a year after I moved in, I got a letter from some woman in Germany that said “knock it off.”
samus12345@lemmy.world 8 months ago
Button X - Turns on Mrs. Schultz’s porch light in Germany. So quit pressing it!
- Earthworm Jim instruction booklet
Reference, or coincidence?
thenextguy@lemmy.world 8 months ago
Steven Wright. But I probably messed up the quote.
RizzRustbolt@lemmy.world 8 months ago
Yes. Because it’ll make the clang-clang noise when it goes by me.
pooberbee@lemmy.ml 8 months ago
*effect
grrgyle@slrpnk.net 8 months ago
I do. With verve!
Tylerdurdon@lemmy.world 8 months ago
See, if you pull the lever halfway, you have a chance to derail the trolley. No one ever mentions that.
xilophor@lemmy.world 8 months ago
TOKYO DRIFT IT BABY
Sanctus@lemmy.world 8 months ago
Fuck yeah, LETS GOOOOOOOO
samus12345@lemmy.world 8 months ago
Nah, that would take, like, effort, man.
pixeltree@lemmy.blahaj.zone 8 months ago
Trick question, I throw myself in front of the trolley
The_Picard_Maneuver@lemmy.world 8 months ago
fylkenny@feddit.org 8 months ago
If you pull the lever the train takes slightly longer, annoying the people inside.
hate2bme@lemmy.world 8 months ago
Pull lever to wave to trolley
Omgboom@lemmy.zip 8 months ago
No, I kidnap some people and tie them to the railroad tracks
Rentlar@lemmy.ca 8 months ago
I mean I would have fun sending it on a little detour, but I worry that if the switch is no properly set at the point where the rails merge back into 1, the trolley might derail. The drawing of that point looks like a mess, too.
Carrolade@lemmy.world 8 months ago
Very succinct. Though a little outdated in our post-qanon world.
andrew_bidlaw@sh.itjust.works 8 months ago
::: A depressing remake of text found in a song bt The Body, ‘Ten Times A Day, Every Day, A Stranger’.
Sometimes when I get up and emerge from the mists of white, my whole sketch hurts, my whole figure. The view from near the lever hurts. Kids go to school. People go shopping. Everybody knows where to go. Only I don’t know where I want to go. I get dressed, blearily, stumbling, hopping about to pull on my trousers. I go and shave with my electric razor. For years now, whenever I shave, I’ve avoided looking at myself in the mirror. I shave in the dark or around the corner. I don’t like looking at myself anymore. I’m scared by my own face in the bathroom. I’m hurt even by my own appearance - I see yesterday’s drunkenness in my eyes. I sit holding the lever, sometimes my hands give way under me and several times I repeat to myself, “I’ve victoried myself away, I’ve reached the peak of emptiness, I’ve reached the peak of emptiness and everything hurts.”
Even the walk to this level hurts, and the whole train hurts as well. I lower my guilty looking eyes. I’m afraid of looking people in the eye. Sometimes I cross my palms and extend my wrists, because I feel guilty even about this once too loud a solitude which isn’t loud any longer, because I’m hurt not only by the weight of the choice that brings me down to the infernal regions below, I’m hurt even by the looks of the people commuting by train, each of them has somewhere to go, while I’ve reached the peak of emptiness and don’t know where I want to go.
I’m hurt now. I’m hurt by this whole meme in which I live. I’m hurt by this whole problem - because towards morning, certain beings come to me. Beings not unfamiliar to me. They come slowly, but surely, up the tracks of my soul and not only the faces come into focus, but also certain horrible events. Just like a portrait. Or a film. A documentary not only about how I saved someone and got praised, but also how I killed people. Everything I ever said, everything I ever did. Everything is always against me. The whole world hurts, and even the guardian angel of mine hurts. How many times I felt like jumping on the tracks, from my position where every decision hurts, but always at the last moment, my guardian angel saves me. He pulls me back.
I victoried myself away. I’ve reached the peak of emptiness.
:::
Snailpope@lemmy.world 8 months ago
Flip it back and forth as fast as you can and see if you can get it to jack knife
Shieldtoad@sh.itjust.works 8 months ago
Image
SidewaysHighways@lemmy.world 8 months ago
Cause a trolley problem