Group of outcasts who like to cosplay as raccoons while looking for acceptance from their peers. Mostly bark with little to no bite. Often referred to as bottom tier when it comes to their craft.
Playdead tried to log in but instantly teleported after realizing they aren’t on Deathrow’s level.
When a man will search for hours to find something that is laying out in the open on a table. Items are often easily found by a women.
Man: "I have been searching for hours for keys."
Woman: "You mean the ones sitting there on the coffee table?"
Man: "Where?"
Woman: "Right there in the middle of that table."
Man: "oh, must have been Male Pattern Blindness"