They have a word for people who want to ban ideas they don ' t agree with or approve of . It is not a good word . For the record , I think TD is toxic , but you fight bad ideas with good ideas . Censoring just drives the infection deeper . <| sep |> You need also drivers , mechanics , cooks . Not every recruit ends up in the assault groups . <| sep |> I like it how you mixed two completely unrelated events and make a conclusion about one of them . Honestly I don ' t see the point to argue more with you because you already have shown your inability to think logicaly . <| sep |> mine is pretty mild . Camping in Australia . I used to go out into the bush a lot by myself , longest I did was a week straight . I ' d go into a reserve with whatever I could fit in my backpack and sleep under the stars in my swag . I ' d usually find kangaroo sleeping grounds because they ' d invariably be the softest places that were trampled down the best tip , if you do this , make sure you seperate yourself from the ground because of ticks , a simple tarp under you does the trick . The best times was when if you stayed really still you ' d wake up surrounded by roos in the early morning . Anyway my girlfriend of the time decided that we should get away together , and because I liked camping , I could take her out . I decided that my hikes were a little rough for a beginner so we went on a road trip down south pemberton deciding to stop at campinng grounds along the way . We stayed at 1 or 2 grounds that were totally hemoginized . We basically camped on lawn next to a stream next to a highway the first few nights . The 4 th night we found a ground that was a little further into nature . We drove 2 hours down a dirt track , along the way there were wood signs with the cute names of the camp grounds blossom site , eucalytups down etc . Every site we ' d gone by was taken and it was going to get dark soon so we thought of turning back and renting a hotel room when we came across a site that was open . it was called simply Goblins . We took out gear and headed off into the bush . We hiked for about 30 minutes down into a gully and back up again . The hiking trail was way overgrown . We eventually got to the campsite . It was overgrown with ferns , there was a delapedated old stone building with plants growing through its front doors rusty iron bars , the place obviously hadn ' t seen a human in years . There was a sign saying closed , please proceed back to road . There was a stream running nearby with a crumbling edge accompanied by a chorus of frogs . I figured that the stream was eroding its bank and the forestry people didn ' t want any accidents out here so that ' s why they ' d closed the camp ground . Well it was getting pretty dark so we decided fuck it , lets set up our tents and eat some dinner . We cleared most of the site with my machete , it was all ferns that we chopped back and laid flat then I got a fire going while my gf set up the tent . This forest was like nothing I ' d camped in before . Where I am from we had gum trees , just think your typical australian tree . The trees in pemberton are all massive , easily over 50 metres biggest ones are 80 , standing near these you feel like you have been shrunk down in size and are wandering in some type of fairy land . The outside air has a cold bite to it and the night is still . Sitting down to dinner , I start to get a strange feeling that I ' d never gotten camping before . Not quite being watched , but more like I was in something else ' s territory . Having camped with roos I knew that usually you ' d have to look for concious signs of other animals to figure out what belonged to who , scratchings , trampled bedding , scat etc . After a while you don ' t have to look so hard and just spot the signs . When I was setting up camp I didn ' t see anything , and I couldn ' t recall anything that showed there were animals nearby . I tried to keep some light banter on to not scare my gf , I avoided the usual scary camp initiation stories that I would tell when taking someone into the bush for the first time while trying to puzzle out what the feeling was . Outside of the pitiful glow of the little campfire it was pitch black . My girlfriend said I ' m feeling spooked , is it always like this ? I admitted that it didn ' t . As if being conducted every single frog went silent at once . We heard something out there in the bush . I know what roos sound like and it wasn ' t that . It was a loud crash , it sounded like a tree being pushed over , and then lots of little independant footsteps , crushing the foliage and leaves . I said Maybe a tree fell and the local possums scampered . silence . The frogs started up again . I loaded up the fire and we retired into our tent . Multiple times during the night we heard footsteps in the foliage and then the sound of lots of small crashes , like lots of small somethings being thrown from the top of one of the massive trees , always preceded by the frogs going silent . At first the sounds were randomly off in an easterly direction , moving slightly north , slightly south but always coming closer . After the fire had died down I heard the sound just outside our campsite . Now that it was closer I could hear it better . The loud walking , like something taking big steps and crushing foliage , a kind of repeated patting sound like someone slapping their plam against the trunk of a tree , then the sound of things falling out of the tree from above . Whatever it was . paused . I almost went outside with my flashlight and machete but my grilfriend grabbed me tightly and I felt shaking her head no into my shoulder . After what seemed like an eternity we heard it go north and then west , it continued doing whatever it had been previously doing , but now it was circling our tent . A few times during the night we heard the sounds come very close , definitley inside the circle we had cleared for the tent . When the sun came up in the morning we got out of the tent . Our entire camp site was covered in gum nuts mediacacheak 0 . pinimg . comoriginals 199 d 84199 d 844 cbe 617 a 157338 dbc 35 b 3 a 4606 . jpg . They hadn ' t been there the night before , we had laid all the ferns flat so nothing was on top of them . Not a single nut was on our tent , they were all spaced about 2 metres away and absolutley covered the ground . They looked like they had been arranged . We decided to hightail it out of there . Coming up with theories in the car , we thought maybe the nuts might ' ve hit the tent and then bounced off and therefore the equal distribution around the tent , but we hadn ' t heard a single nut hit our tent during the night , and trust me , neither one of us slept a wink . And how does that explain the crashing footsteps , and why did the frogs stop singing every time ? I think it ' s the only time Iv ' e had that feeling while camping , and if I ever get it again I ' m not going to stay . I can ' t find logical explanations for what happened without thinking that something with intelligence and an alien purpose came within the boundary of human marked territory wihtout any fear that night .