Having never heard of this show until now, I'm gonna assume the subversion lies in "it was all a dream" territory?

No that's the one made extinct by feral cats, but that's a different episode of Tom Scott's Citation Needed than the one where I learned about the bird I was thinking of. Completely forgot that's where I'd heard about it!

The bird I had in mind is the Great Auk, which was mentioned in a separate episode of Citation Needed lol

From Wikipedia: "The last pair, found incubating an egg, was killed there on 3 June 1844, on request from a merchant who wanted specimens.[56][c]

Jón Brandsson and Sigurður Ísleifsson, the men who had killed the last birds, were interviewed by great auk specialist John Wolley,[59] and Sigurður described the act as follows:

The rocks were covered with blackbirds [guillemots] and there were the Geirfugles ... They walked slowly. Jón Brandsson crept up with his arms open. The bird that Jón got went into a corner but [mine] was going to the edge of the cliff. It walked like a man ... but moved its feet quickly. [I] caught it close to the edge – a precipice many fathoms deep. Its wings lay close to the sides – not hanging out. I took him by the neck and he flapped his wings. He made no cry. I strangled him.[8]: 82–83  

I'm struggling to remember the details, but I recall one account where somebody found a very rare, very endangered bird with its nest, strangled the bird and smashed the eggs within the nest, effectively just for shits and giggles. I'll edit and update this if I can find the details.

Edit: The Great Auk. Wasn't killed for shits and giggles, but they were desired for their down to the point the European populations were hunted into extinction. From Wikipedia:

The last pair, found incubating an egg, was killed there on 3 June 1844, on request from a merchant who wanted specimens.[56][c]

Jón Brandsson and Sigurður Ísleifsson, the men who had killed the last birds, were interviewed by great auk specialist John Wolley,[59] and Sigurður described the act as follows:

The rocks were covered with blackbirds [guillemots] and there were the Geirfugles ... They walked slowly. Jón Brandsson crept up with his arms open. The bird that Jón got went into a corner but [mine] was going to the edge of the cliff. It walked like a man ... but moved its feet quickly. [I] caught it close to the edge – a precipice many fathoms deep. Its wings lay close to the sides – not hanging out. I took him by the neck and he flapped his wings. He made no cry. I strangled him.[8]: 82–83

Wishing you the best of luck regardless, mate. You aren't alone in this.

In the event this is a legitimate admission of intent, here mate. I hope you can find peace for your troubled mind.

https://988lifeline.org

What is wrong with you that makes you think this is an appropriate response to "I am planning a suicide"? As somebody who has stared down the business end of a 12 gauge solution, you're frankly despicable.

k

Stank.

Therapy is what I need, but good friends have certainly been helping make it worth it.

My favorite that I unironically love is Totally Rad. Short, sweet, to the point, and PERFECTLY encapsulation 80s radditude.

If I had a dollar for every FPS game I've heard of taking place in 80s Czechoslovakia, I'd have two dollars. That's not much, but it's weird it's happened twice.

It's like Mr. Burns, having every disease and problematic condition in the world plus some new ones, all counteracting each others' ailments, except he's got money and I'm a wage slave lol

Here's my insight - don't spam unrelated junk on forums that don't want it.

I'm not okay, but I'll be fine. Too much on my plate, but the thought of telling my best friends goodbye keeps me from buying a gun.

Appreciate it. Thankfully, the thought of having to tell my friends I'm leaving them is what snaps me out of doing it. That and my executive dysfunction making it hard to bring myself to buy a gun.

Oh hey, it's exactly the kinda thing driving me into suicidal ideations (with help from our old friend unaddressed trauma)

I mean me too thanks.

This gal really did hear "be gay, do crime" and took it to heart. She'd also burned down a convent to help get her lover out of it, if memory serves me right. What a queen.

I snagged the world's comfiest leather jacket for $8 at a local thrift shop. All it needed was some stitching in a couple pockets, but it's bloody perfect otherwise. Eight friggen bucks.

You guys get raises?

The Bark and Below It by the Olivia Tremor Control.

Good luck to ya.

Non-joke answer, I'd be curious to hear what kinda lyrics you could give to Hang Up Your Hang Ups by Herbie Hancock.