Yeah , it ' s called the presumption of innocence . What are you trying to say ? <| sep |> OMG my blood boiled looking at that video and the little girl ' s cries . Guess what religion the maid was from ? Not for me , but the prestitutes may want to be made aware . <| sep |> What about their pronouns ? <| sep |> The freezing when loading things is a HDD speed issue , not a graphics issue . However the stuttering or shading are graphic issues which may come from bad drivers , old drivers still lingering after an update , or if you have no graphics card and have an integrated one . <| sep |> Gods damn that scenery . Oh also grats and glad <| sep |> Not sure weather this counts , but we me parents , I was about 16 at the time were camping on this relatively rugged camping site , right inside the highest , oldest and probably densest forest in the Netherlands . Now , about this forest , itself . This forest is quite peculiar , and not just for it ' s age . First off , due to centuries perhaps even millennia of extensive logging , which favors straight trees , almost every tree there is bend , or warped in some weird way . Secondly , that forest has an unusual amount of legends and tales in it , suggesting that it was a holy city before the christening . Though I don ' t believe in paranormality of any sort , this forest does have an unusually magic feel about it . Now , to what actually happened . So we were camped there , it was just after dark , and I decided to just like my parents had been doing for the past few days go take a hike into the forest , and see weather I could spot any wild pigs . I decided to just go left , right , right , right for a nice rectangular walk . The first stretch was relatively uneventful , the camping site was well within view , though in the darkness started to make things uncomfortable . As I approached the first intersection I saw a black dot on the extension of the path . I didn ' t think much of it at first , but then the dot started moving , and as it was about to disappear into the foliage a conga line of smaller dots came out of the other side , following the big one off the path . Shortly after making the turn , I started to get strange sensation , as if I was being watched . After frantically looking around for a few seconds , I decided it was just me and approached the next intersection . After making the next turn the sensation got much stronger . Feeling as though whatever was watching me was a few feet behind , or to the side of me , instead of behind one of the trees along the path . When I saw the next , and last corner coming up , was about the point that a small niggling thought cropped up , a thought that took me a few months to work out , the thought that I might be going mad . As I turned the last corner , the pattern held on , it was now a few inches from the back of my head , if it existed I would have felt it breathing down my neck , and the fact that I didn ' t only made it worse . In the end I was sprinting towards the camping ground . Frantically , over my wheezing breath humming to myself whatever tune was in my head at the time , just to keep the thought of going mad away . As I crashed through the camping ground gate it stopped , I walked over to the tent , pulled up a chair , and contemplated what just happened . P . S . come to think of it , that would be the night I stopped being a nature person .