What’s the context of this image?
So I saw this one a long time ago on Reddit. I feel like it’s a whole car of WASTED people, and guys were pissing on the one side of the train. Then the train started moving, it all ran down the aisle- right into where they’re passing out/ falling down.
Edit: On deeper reflection, that might be the stream of piss running away from the group of passed-out dudes too, that seems to make more sense. Anyway that’s what I remember of the original context, it was years ago.
The map on the left side looks A LOT like the Moscow Metro map, so piss-drunk Russians is absolutely on brand.
Never thought I’d say “thank god that’s piss.” At first I thought it was a literal blood bath.
i guess you can say
they are
pisssd.
Imagine the worse and start from there.
Apparently in 2011 or so there sb was making a catastrophe movie situated in Moscow metro. Here are some different pics. And here sb said it’s from that movie; same here. Given the damage to the windows you can see in the background, I’m inclined to believe it’s indeed the case
Addit: Probably this movie
“Damn! Mondays are crazy! Am i right?”
That one organized Karen vs everyone else who was still in party mode going to work.
She looks nice. I am sure they started it, and if I just behave, all will be fine.
And you might even be able to get a drink with this nice lady, and kick some more ass with her on your way home. All good.
An ordinary day in Russia
A fight over the bottle of vodka
Exc…exc…excuse me, is that seat t…t…t…aken?
you’re telling me that all the content i have seen online claiming the moscow metro is the most pristine beautiful metro network in the world is a lie?
“You would not believe the day I’ve had! Let me tell you about it on our way home, please?”
She recounts a fairly regular day, waking up in her downtown flat, feeding her cat, and saying goodbye to her partner as she leaves for work answering telephones, before finally taking the tube back home. She manages to get on a new express car, but as the starts to move she realises there is a strange woman here who wants to tell her about her day…
But isn’t that your day? Thinking to how you got here, you realise you can’t remember where your flat is, or where you work. Did you have a partner, or even a cat? You can’t remember anything about them.
A cold lump forms in your chest when you realise you can’t remember who you are.
Without a word, the woman gets up and wanders over to the back of the car, laying herself down next to the other bodies.
You sit down to try and think through your situation - trying to remember anything outside of this car.
After some indeterminate amount of time, the doors to the car slide open and you see another passenger walk in. With sudden relief your memories come rushing back like they had never left: you’re just coming home from a great job interview and are excited to return to, to… Your home in the suburbs of course. The memories are maybe not all back yet - suddenly, you realise what would help jog your memory back. You look up at the passenger and say,
“You would not believe the day I’ve had! Let me tell you about it on our way home, please?”
This deserve his own post 👌
CW: dead bodies, blood. /s
