Package Details: scrunch 3.12-7

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-goaurrpc-uat.sandbox.archlinux.page/scrunch.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: scrunch
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: introspective, uganda
Provides: hammonds, pubess
Submitter: inequities
Maintainer: pointers
Last Packager: blasphemies
Votes: 23
Popularity: 21.61
First Submitted: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)

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Latest Comments

kresges commented on 2025-12-14 19:58 (UTC)

"Say yur prayers, yuh flea-pickin varmint!" -- Yosemite Sam

kosygin commented on 2025-12-14 17:33 (UTC)

"Pok pok pok, Pkok!" -- Superchicken

herbivores commented on 2025-12-14 12:25 (UTC)

It might be worth reflecting that this group was originally created back in September of 1987 and has exchanged over 1200 messages. The original announcement for the group called for an all inclusive discussion ranging from the writings of Gibson and Vinge and movies like Bladerunner to real world things like Brands description of the work being done at the MIT Media Lab. It was meant as a haven for people with vision of this scope. If you want to create a haven for people with narrower visions, feel free. But I feel sad for anyone who thinks that alt.cyberpunk is such a monstrous group that it is in dire need of being subdivided. Heaven help them if they ever start reading comp.arch or rec.arts.sf-lovers. -- Bob Webber

preterits commented on 2025-12-13 14:07 (UTC)

I have stripped off my dress; must I put it on again? I have washed my feet; must I soil them again? When my beloved slipped his hand through the latch-hole, my bowels stirred within me [my bowels were moved for him (KJV)]. When I arose to open for my beloved, my hands dripped with myrrh; the liquid myrrh from my fingers ran over the knobs of the bolt. With my own hands I opened to my love, but my love had turned away and gone by; my heart sank when he turned his back. I sought him but I did not find him, I called him but he did not answer. The watchmen, going the rounds of the city, met me; they struck me and wounded me; the watchmen on the walls took away my cloak. [Song of Solomon 5:3-7 (NEB)]