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The eventual takeover of self-driving vehicles is going to outright change the world. There are countless benefits, such as increased efficiency and the end of Fast And Furious movies, but by far the greatest result would be a near-elimination of vehicle-related deaths. Of course, there are some downsides, too, like the near-elimination of vehicle-related deaths.

As it turns out, there are some folks out there who rely on car accidents to get by, and we’re not just talking about the douchebags who make those Faces Of Death videos. A huge percentage of organ donations come from accident fatalities, so lowering accident rates will remove hospitals’ largest supplier of fresh body parts this side of backyard wrestling. The availability of all vital organ donations is already critically low, with waiting lists unmanageably long, so a big dip in second-hand lungs and livers is going to kick things into crisis mode. That’s right, people not dying is going to lead to other people dying.

Not having any organs available is actually a more terrifying future than a robot apocalypse, because it results in a massive demand for the kinds of body parts that people can’t quite live without. We’ve seen black markets pop up for Beanie Babies, so there’s no way the theft and distribution of organs won’t grow out of control.

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The photo above is the beautiful Christy Mack.

Below, is the horror of what her MMA ex-boyfriend, “War Machine” (aka Jonathan Koppenhaver) did to her, and photos of what the result of this horrifying story.

TW: Abuse, Sexual Assualt, Violence, et similar

At about 2 a.m. Friday morning, Jon Koppenhaver arrived announced to my home in Las Vegas, NV. After he broke up with me in May, he moved out of my house and back to San Diego. When he arrived, he found myself and one other fully clothed and unarmed in the house. Without a single word spoken, he began beating my friend; once he was finished, he sent my friend away and turned his attention to me. He made me undress and shower in front of him then dragged me out and beat my face. I have no recollection of how many times i was hit. I just know the injuries that resulted from my beating. My injuries include 18 broken bones around my eyes, my nose is broken in 2 places. I am missing teeth and several more are broken. I am unable to chew, or see out of my left eye. My speech is slurred from my swelling and lack of teeth. I have a fractured rib and severely ruptured liver from a kick to my side. My leg is so badly injured, I have not been able to walk on my own. I also attained several lesions from a knife he got from my kitchen. He pushed the knife into me in some areas including my hand, ear and head. He also sawed much of my hair off with his dull knife.

After some time, the knife broke off of the handle and continued to threaten me with the blade. I believed I was going to die. He has beaten me many times before, but never this badly. He took my phone and cancelled all of my plans for the following week to make sure no one would worry about my whereabouts. He told me he was going to rape me, but was disappointed in himself when he couldn’t get hard. After another hit or two, he left me on the floor bleeding and shaking, holding my side from the pain of my rib. He left the room and went to the kitchen where I could hear him ruffling through my drawers. Assuming he was finding a sharper, more stable knife to end my life, I ran out the back door, shutting it behind me so the dogs did not run inside to tip him off. I hopped the fence to the gold course behind my house and ran into a neighboring house. naked and afraid he would catch me, I kept running through the neighborhood running through the doors. Finally, one answered and I was brought to the hospital and treated for my injuries.

I would like to thank everyone for their support through this rough time. I am healing fast and well, and I appreciate a lot of the prayers and visits I have received over the past few days. After many months of fear and pressure to keep this man happy, although I fear for my life, I feel that I can no longer put myself in this situation. The cheating by him nearly everyday, and almost weekly abuse, is now more than I can stand. There is a $10k reward for the capture of Jonathan Koppenhaver at this time. Please report any information to your local police.

Thank you.

- Christy Mack

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If I heard correctly, the company Fleshlight is offering a $5,000 reward to anyone who turns him in. Please spread word.

Hartoficathon VIII: Neighbours

Hartbig, SFW, SFF, 1.090 words.



It’s around eleven at night when she suddenly hears it, disturbing the perfect tranquillity in her apartment. It’s a scrappy, metal sound, coming from her front door. That’s odd. She puts her book down onto the coffee table and turns the jazz music streaming from her computer down a notch, trying to figure out what’s going on in her hallway. Definitely a weird sound. Hannah gets up from the couch, not taking her eyes off her front door as she slowly walks into the kitchen area and grabs a dirty spatula from the sink.

“Steady.” She tells herself, “Stay cool.”

She reaches for the door handle slowly, spatula ready to attack this unwelcome intruder, and yanks the door open. It doesn’t open far because of the small chain lock she got fitted a few weeks ago, but even with just a couple of inches, she can make out the silhouette of someone way less threatening than a burly burglar.

“Oh.” She sighs, looking down at a giggly blonde who’s now slumped against her door, “It’s you.”

“H-hey!” The girl looks at her dazed, “What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?”


Hannah slams the door shut and undoes the small lock, before opening up again and stepping aside, just in time for the blonde to crash down entirely onto her floor.

“This is the third time in two weeks.” Hannah frowns, “We established this before, you live in 4b, not 3b. This is obviously not your apartment.”

“Lies.” The girl pushes herself off of the floor, stumbling for a second before grabbing the door frame and looking at Hannah in confusion, “Who are you?”

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