So I just learned that the way Ultima Online was originally programmed, a player was a “container” housing their inventory, the inventory was coded as a “map,” and horses, when first introduced, were coded as an invisible inventory item (pants) until called and mounted.

But for the first 24 hours or so, someone had forgotten to code it so they reverted to an item when put away.

So while this wasn’t actually visible, the horses wound up behaving in the inventory map as they would when released into the wild.

Which means that the horses were wandering freely inside of the player characters, picking up some of their items, eating the ones that qualified as food items, and since there had never before been a need to give the inventory map any boundaries, the horse pants and their stolen items would eventually wander off into oblivion.

a-anom:

e-seal:

sailorbrazil:

when you die you enter a white room with god and the devil and vriska

Why’d you say vriska twice?

really like this reply because it doesnt clarify if vriska is synonymous with god,or the devil,and it leaves interpretation up to the reader

actually, the second vriska was you

write warrior cats fic

literalliterature:

unopenablebox:

literalliterature:

You know somehow I knew this was coming and you laugh now but wait until I write a novella concerning Firepaw’s journey of sexual discovery and liberation.

i can’t believe that you’re acting like i wouldn’t be absolutey delighted to read your warrior cats fanfiction

With the gold medallion of his collar glinting like a small sun against his chest, Firepaw sat with his lean orange body draped over the top of the fence. In the forest beyond, birds flitted through the dappled shade and disappeared among the branches, only to reappear. However, because he was a cat, Firepaw had no sense of object permanence, and so to him it seemed that birds were being obliterated each time they left his sight and that new birds were created from nothing whenever they reentered his field of view. Intrigued by this, he at length set out for the trees, where, for the rest of his short life, his hunting habits contributed to the nationwide decline of the migratory bird population, while his unchecked breeding increased the population of ThunderClan because the shitty two-legs in this neighborhood have evidently never heard of trap-neuter-release (TNR) programs.

glumshoe:

What’s wrong about this picture?:

I (a human) pushed my cat (a domestic feline) off my lap so that I could chase the mouse that’s found its way into our kitchen while she (still a cat) settled back into the couch.