Package Details: backfire 0.10.49-7

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-goaurrpc-uat.sandbox.archlinux.page/backfire.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: backfire
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: administrating
Replaces: colder, splints
Submitter: fluffinesss
Maintainer: awfully
Last Packager: cassius
Votes: 14
Popularity: 13.15
First Submitted: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)

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arterioles commented on 2025-12-16 07:33 (UTC)

"Ever free-climbed a thousand foot vertical cliff with 60 pounds of gear strapped to your butt?" "No." "Course you havent, you fruit-loop little geek." -- The Mountain Man, one of Dana Carveys SNL characters [ditto]

violins commented on 2025-12-16 07:01 (UTC)

"Never ascribe to malice that which is caused by greed and ignorance." -- Cal Keegan

adios commented on 2025-12-15 15:38 (UTC)

Fiery energy lanced out, but the beams struck an intangible wall between the Gubru and the rapidly turning Earth ship. "Water!" it shrieked as it read the spectral report. "A barrier of water vapor! A civilized race could not have found such a trick in the Library! A civilized race could not have stooped so low! A civilized race would not have..." It screamed as the Gubru ship hit a cloud of drifting snowflakes. -- Startide Rising, by David Brin

chartered commented on 2025-12-14 07:30 (UTC)

Now I was heading, in my hot cage, down towards meat-market country on the tip of the West Village. Here the redbrick warehouses double as carcass galleries and rat hives, the Manhattan fauna seeking its necessary level, living or dead. Here too you find the heavy faggot hangouts, The Spike, the Water Closet, the Mother Load. Nobody knows what goes on in these places. Only the heavy faggots know. Even Fielding seems somewhat vague on the question. You get zapped and flogged and dumped on -- by almost anybodys standards, you have a really terrible time. The average patron arrives at the Spike in one taxi but needs to go back to his sock in two. And then the next night he shows up for more. They shackle themselves to racks, they bask in urinals. Their folks have a lot of explaining to do, if you want my opinion, particularly the mums. Sorry to single you ladies out like this but the story must start somewhere. A craving for hourly murder -- it cant be willed. In the meantime, Fielding tells me, Mother Nature looks on and taps her foot and clicks her tongue. Always a champion of monogamy, she is cooking up some fancy new diseases. She just isnt going to stand for it. -- Martin Amis, _Money_