The chill that runs up your spine late at night is just the server-wide notification that there are no more moderators to save you, you’re free for anyone looking to scrap. Always constant PvP-enabled dark zone.
You know I got used to the faded instrumentals of Rules of Nature at all times but I crossed that walgreens parking lot to get to the adjacent cvs parking lot, entered the AOE zone and suddenly the lyrics kicked in??? I'm scared-
You know, considering how stupid Fortnite is? With fish people and magic toxic soft drinks that melt people and a killer storm and shit? I wouldn't be surprised if Fortnite *IS* Florida.
The scariest part about Florida man is that *He's everywhere. Florida just has super transparent arrest records. So you can only easily detect him in Florida.*
florida man is no single man, but a state of being--the embodiment of the land we walk upon. should the balance be threatened the state shall imbue the nearest appropriate vessel with the powers of [florida man], that they might bring chaos where there is order and reset the scales anew.
Alright. South Carolina resi here. The car thing is crackheads. It’s always crackheads. We have a lot of them. If you ignore them then you should be fine.
@@josh-oo It’s not that they’re zombies, it’s that they’re just super aggro freakazoids. They’re either alone or in small groups; either option is bad for you if you rile them up.
As a Florida Man myself, let me tell you, the accuracy on this brings a tear to my eyes. Legit ran away from home over a decade ago to get away from the hellscape I had been forced to grow up in, and I have never gone back. You'll have to drag me back in a fucking body bag. I've seen everything you can imagine. The darkest things. True Story Time, from my memory vault of Florida's evils: It was in the Everglades, where my dad worked. The afternoon heat, bearing down on my soul as I can feel my skin and eyes burn from the sweat that comes to rest on my eyelids, humidity clogging my throat and settling in my chest as the sawgrass slices thin lacerations up my legs, the blood trickling into my socks as I run from another violent stranger who has decided, for some indecipherable reason, to hunt me down like an animal. Alligators, Florida Panthers, coral snakes, and other deadly local life are nothing-- They are kind, in the face of the humans who spawn in that place, which is darkest of all despite the unrelenting agony of the perpetual sun. I proceeded, unafraid of ancient beasts, and afraid only of the beast that is mankind. I ran, and while I could see the glimmer of a machete's edge between the web of mangrove branches, I was briefly safe hidden half below the water line, the stench of the damp soil in Biscayne Bay nearly making me gag if it hadn't been for my desire to remain quiet, perfectly quiet, to avoid detection. I swallowed hot, acrid air and managed to go unseen. The machete wielder who had pursued me let out a scream of agony and rage, and when he looked in my direction, whatever drugs he had likely taken had blown out his pupils so that I could not see the colour of his eyes. He was tanned as if he were made of leather, deep grooves in his skin proof of a life haunted by the devils of this very swamp. I could see in him where my life would lead if I remained there, in the land of these eternally damned souls, shuffling wanderers. Somewhere behind me an airboat roared by, likely on its way further into the Everglades. The man looked not at me, but through me. He had found me, but could not see me in his enraged distress. I felt the fear ebb away, replaced by pity. All I could hear was the airboat fading into the distance, clicking and chittering of bugs, and the man's heaving breath. The ghost of his scream lingered in the air. Finally, he stumbled away, somehow never tripping or losing his balance. I waited for an undeterminable amount of time, only moving when I was afraid of the encroaching sunset. Dusk is when the swamp comes alive. I had to go. Slowly, I pulled myself out of the mud and silt that I had settled into, the combination of sweat, blood, and the heat of the air making my clothes shred my skin with every step; The fabric dried in odd folds that made seams into razorblades, caked with filth. I made it back to the station where my dad was working, we reported the man but there was never any investigation or search. There never is. It was three more hours until I could get anywhere with a functional shower with clean water; I hosed myself down from the station spigot and stood with hollow eyes, waiting for my dad to start the van so we could finally get home. I sat on a blue plastic tarp in the front seat and listened to the radio. Eric Clapton was playing. My dad chastised me for being too quiet. I sang along, but my heart wasn't in it. My heart was still beating too fast. I didn't cry. I was eleven years old when that happened, and it wasn't even remotely the scariest thing that ever happened to me there. Example: A few weeks later, same area, I tripped on a human femur that was sticking out of the ground, and. there was a full investigation. Never identified who the bone belonged to, never received any follow up from the cops; We all know bodies are dumped out there. Some people just go there to die. Nobody cares. I cared, and quickly learned that the value of human life does not exist in some places, in the liminal spaces you will find in the most desperate parts of Florida. Never go to Florida. I'm from Florida, and I'm begging you, never go there. There is sun, but there is no light.
@@corazonfeathers8116 Thank you; I'm glad my writing vibes with someone, for real. Getting out wasn't easy (ran away at 16), but it was 100000% worth it. I'd rather be dead where I'm at now than be alive in Florida. Whatever happens in Florida isn't strictly living, anyway.
The car thing is either people eating, smoking, making out/boinking, or staring into their car after a 12 hour shift. It can also be gang members taking care of their turf
In Phoenix its usually the guy. You know, The Guy. He's The Guy you go to and hand a wad of cash and he hands you a baggie. How much cash? What's in the baggie? If you wanna find out you're opening yourself up to some major shit.
I just want to say making everything that would be seen as negative into a wholesome good time is super good please do that more that ending gave me a big smile.
Maybe not _every_ time? Then it loses the charm, trope, purpose, or appeal, I suppose, but for some percentage of the time, you're right. Also, thank you that this video had several instances of that, one I had already seen before seeing this comment,, so I didn't feel _super_ spoiled for finding your words here.
An exaggeration yeah. But Florida man is not to be trifled with, he once ate a guy’s face while high on bath salts. It’s not as exaggerated as one would expect
I feel kinda self conscious by that last discussion because I was actually the only car parked in a lot last night. I worked late and hit a 24hr drive thru and started heading home and I decided my hunger couldn't wait part way there, so I pulled into the Home Depot parking lot for twenty minutes and ate my food. This video just made me aware of how people were probably looking at me at one in the morning, parked in an empty lot with the lights on. 😅
@@malo9792 what I mean is this guy was thinking he’d gotten weird looks by eating in his car at 1am, but it’s weirder to see an idling car in a lot at night. But you are right, anyone who’s acting sus wouldn’t risk leaving their car unattended.
I feel like as soon as you cross the border into Florida, the frenzy stat from bloodbourne immediately pops up above your head. The gauge fills more the longer you stay there until u become Florida Man
Woolie, shirtless: So, this is what they call a heartwarming reunion? Machete Man, also shirtless: (flicks machete from his Iajutsu sheath) You got that right.
What's the deal with this car? There's no one in it, there's no one around, but the light is clearly on inside. Shivers [Challenging: Success] - Across the water and beneath the smokestacks and bleak skies of Coal City, a trio of young men huddle in the back of their Stas-Rajko. A single dull light illuminates the cabin. Between them lies a lovingly knitted quilt, adorned with patches near and dear to each. Their sole reprieve from the harshness of life. Electrochemistry [Trivial: Success] - Definitely shooting up. You know, the good stuff. You should go knock on the window, see if they're the sharing type Do it.
@@Katagara84 Oh man I love this comment, you captured the tone perfectly! Would Inland Empire just be you talking/ making out with the car itself then?
6:25 strange I come across this video while me and my girlfriend are arguing about her clearly not blue comb being purple and she needs to call it purple because I can't find the blue comb she asks me to get until I remember and walk out with the clearly purple comb and ask if that's the comb she wanted.
I hope you know that I did an actual spit-take with my coffee when seeing the man being possessed by the spirit of Florida at 1:50. Thank you for your service.
These Canadians really gonna throw shade at America like they don't have the Highway of Tears; Where it's illegal to hitchhike because of the murder rate?
Yeah but its normal murder up there from people. In Florida any random ass thing will kill you, crack head Jim bob, a gaitor, mosquito swarm, literal fucking toxic Apple Trees that can fuckin kill you if you so much as stand near one on a windy day. Can you even fathom gettin got by a goddang Apple tree? I cant and I constantly think about it everyday.
Texas resident here. Truth is, sometimes I'll go out for some late night fast food, and I'll often find a private little space in a nearby parking lot to eat; I keep my car on because it's Texas and that air conditioner is life, even in the middle of the night. I wonder how often it really is crack heads, and how often it's someone like me who just wants a quiet spot to eat his Whataburger?
Legit answer for Woolie and Pat about the car being on early in the morning. Especially during the winter, we Americans hate being chewed out for being late to work due to weather, so we wind up getting there about an hour before the shift starts, and screw going into work a full hour early so we decide a nap may be in order, so we keep the car running to keep the heater going while we nap.
This is great! Whenever I thought about animating the Florida man story, I couldn't come up with how to do it. This is way better than anything I could come up with.
They say Florida man, but the person they're describing is a type of person I see tons of here in California. Screaming angrily and incoherently at no one. They walk down my street some times. You get used to them.
Sitting alone, in my car, on an empty parking lot, at 3am was basically part of my nightly depression routine about 3 years ago. I'd usually be munching on gas station snacks or eating like a fast-food sausage biscuit while listening to something to exacerbate and maximize my dour mood. I still do that actually but mostly cuz I forget to have dinner at a normal hour sometimes.
I used to work in a grocery store like Pat, and the one time I ventured close to one such vehicle as that in my quest to collect carts for my hour, I found an additional option as to why someone would do something like that: they could just be jacking it in the driver's seat and apparently getting off on the risk that they get caught, which in my unfortunate encounter I did indeed crash his fantasy.
Ya'll worried about floridaman meanwhile floridawoman is the reason I'm nervous at bus stops. She just sat next to me and just started peeing on the bench then got up and walked away.
Florida man is just a loki-esk ethereal Demi-god that just floats around and possess someone (or multiple people) just for shits and giggles. Either that or its the ghost starting zone with a possession tutorial.
i do enjoy loitering in parking lots with friends at like 1-2 am sometimes. go to somewhere that is open super late, get some calzones, blast music as everyone stands around and uses a car as a table
Listening to Blue Oyster Cult’s Florida Man song. The more I’m hearing it it sounds like a television show about a “Dude” like character in Florida. Stories of different individuals under the Florida curse.
Whenever Flordia man spawns, You can tell that he has appeared whenever you hear a mixture of The guardian stalker theme and rivers in the desert blare in the distance, with a pinch of one winged angel.
Lu Bu had a fucking nuts aggro-range in some missions in some games. What you could do was make generic soldiers stand between you and hope you're beyond the draw-distance by the time they're all dead.
I've been in a spot where I turn My cars AC on to fall asleep when I had no where to crash. But never the lights. And I only pulled up in a parking lot once, because I had to be at my work by 8 am, So since I had no where to stay, I slept in my car. I was then told by my boss that around 3:30am a police officer ran my tags, found no warrants, alerted the owners of the store of the incident, and I was told never to park overnight their again.
Man... I live in Florida, and have the majority of my life, and it's like... I haven't personally encountered HIM, but not only do I know the stories, I hear the stories about HIM in my own neighborhood. It's a constant struggle.
The better version of the bait car is when a truck full of tools shows up in your business parking lot and when you call the police they say don't worry about it.
as a man of southern state these cars in places empty at least here tend to be people that meet up and take one car, someone just making a somewhat fast run into a building, or yeah just drugs or bait car.
I won't say it's NOT any of the reasons given, but one thing always bugged me that they didn't think about but I guess it makes sense because they are in cool to freezing Canada It's hot guys. In the US south its hot at night. Illegal things or not you in your car at night your melting without the AC. Love the animation!
"Why are you so weird?"
- Tiny man from French Kentucky who nearly had a fistfight with a woman over a slice of ham
French Kentucky is the best thing I have heard in a while!
That's what I'm gonna call Quebec from now on or just canada in general
THE BEST CANADA IS FRENCH CANADA
Don’t forget to mention the woman was the one more in the wrong
don't forget the other time they almost got into a fistfight over something being purple, pat is a crazy person for thinking that's purple
Florida Man invoking the State Seal of Florida as his summoning sigil hits in a way I never knew I needed or wanted
Every state should have an avatar. Then we get all 50 (or maybe just 48 of them) to fight to the death.
@@GoldLight73 Yo, that's a fighting game idea right there.
@@juniorjunior5884 The final boss would be Uncle Sam.
@@GoldLight73 So G from street fighter.
@@juniorjunior5884 Legally Distinct G from Street Fighter.
Canadians don't know nothing about late night quilting.
It's the Great American Secret
Aw, that ending was really sweet in hindsight, i bust several guts at every bit they added- good job Remerai!
Don't forget the late night DDR. That's why night workers wear such skimpy clothes, improved range of motion means better results on high BPM songs.
Canadians don't know much, period. They still think maple syrup is their export, and not one of their biggest imports from America.
I had always assumed they were uncultured in this respect.
Remeraiverse Woolie and Pat are considerably more competent than their real world counterparts. Driving and everything!
to be fair Superior clone Woolie is driving
@@DookieKingBlu Fair point. Well made.
First thing I thought of when I saw them driving the car.
On the other hand, they did hit and killed a few Pats in the intro..
@@elinaberg1329 they deserved it
Florida is a constant PvP zone, where only the strong survive.
Someone please make Florida man Royale.
The chill that runs up your spine late at night is just the server-wide notification that there are no more moderators to save you, you’re free for anyone looking to scrap.
Always constant PvP-enabled dark zone.
Cuisine Royale is pretty close.
I hear they got a new challenger yesterday.
You know I got used to the faded instrumentals of Rules of Nature at all times but I crossed that walgreens parking lot to get to the adjacent cvs parking lot, entered the AOE zone and suddenly the lyrics kicked in??? I'm scared-
You know, considering how stupid Fortnite is? With fish people and magic toxic soft drinks that melt people and a killer storm and shit? I wouldn't be surprised if Fortnite *IS* Florida.
The scariest part about Florida man is that *He's everywhere. Florida just has super transparent arrest records. So you can only easily detect him in Florida.*
Actually finding the real reason for Florida man in a youtube comment section?! Im shocked
florida man is no single man, but a state of being--the embodiment of the land we walk upon. should the balance be threatened the state shall imbue the nearest appropriate vessel with the powers of [florida man], that they might bring chaos where there is order and reset the scales anew.
No there’s only Florida man in Florida the rest are hollow copies.
@@Tiersenhiphop You say that but South Carolina Man is basically Florida Man's Vergil.
Don't go to Myrtle Beach.
Ah yes, the Southern US, where the "Florida Man Everywhere" system is in full effect
Alright. South Carolina resi here. The car thing is crackheads. It’s always crackheads. We have a lot of them. If you ignore them then you should be fine.
Crackheads are scary if you’ve not been exposed to them often. Especially crackheads who’s out of cash.
Alabamian here, and that's usually it. That or meth.
Are they like the zombies from Days Gone if they notice you?
@@josh-oo It’s not that they’re zombies, it’s that they’re just super aggro freakazoids. They’re either alone or in small groups; either option is bad for you if you rile them up.
@@jackpollard550 Nah, I meant do travel in packs, are they super fast, and will they chase you for miles. Sounds like I got my answer either way.
Those cars are watchers, guardians for if the British ever attack again.
The British don't exist, right? Right???
We are safe from the British within our walls, they have not breached them for over 100 years.
As Canada is part of the Commonwealth, Woolie was close enough
@@justsomeguy9206 But who knows where the British came from. Have they always been here?
@@siamzero9480 Why do you think HE always sees them? They're watching him, he's too close to Bri'ish.
Fun fact: Florida has open arrest records, so when news is slow, networks pick up the ridiculous stories, which is how you hear about them so often
"The spirit of Florida". I love how the magic circle is just our state emblem, but red.
As a Florida Man myself, let me tell you, the accuracy on this brings a tear to my eyes. Legit ran away from home over a decade ago to get away from the hellscape I had been forced to grow up in, and I have never gone back. You'll have to drag me back in a fucking body bag. I've seen everything you can imagine. The darkest things. True Story Time, from my memory vault of Florida's evils:
It was in the Everglades, where my dad worked. The afternoon heat, bearing down on my soul as I can feel my skin and eyes burn from the sweat that comes to rest on my eyelids, humidity clogging my throat and settling in my chest as the sawgrass slices thin lacerations up my legs, the blood trickling into my socks as I run from another violent stranger who has decided, for some indecipherable reason, to hunt me down like an animal.
Alligators, Florida Panthers, coral snakes, and other deadly local life are nothing-- They are kind, in the face of the humans who spawn in that place, which is darkest of all despite the unrelenting agony of the perpetual sun. I proceeded, unafraid of ancient beasts, and afraid only of the beast that is mankind.
I ran, and while I could see the glimmer of a machete's edge between the web of mangrove branches, I was briefly safe hidden half below the water line, the stench of the damp soil in Biscayne Bay nearly making me gag if it hadn't been for my desire to remain quiet, perfectly quiet, to avoid detection. I swallowed hot, acrid air and managed to go unseen.
The machete wielder who had pursued me let out a scream of agony and rage, and when he looked in my direction, whatever drugs he had likely taken had blown out his pupils so that I could not see the colour of his eyes. He was tanned as if he were made of leather, deep grooves in his skin proof of a life haunted by the devils of this very swamp. I could see in him where my life would lead if I remained there, in the land of these eternally damned souls, shuffling wanderers. Somewhere behind me an airboat roared by, likely on its way further into the Everglades.
The man looked not at me, but through me. He had found me, but could not see me in his enraged distress. I felt the fear ebb away, replaced by pity. All I could hear was the airboat fading into the distance, clicking and chittering of bugs, and the man's heaving breath. The ghost of his scream lingered in the air.
Finally, he stumbled away, somehow never tripping or losing his balance. I waited for an undeterminable amount of time, only moving when I was afraid of the encroaching sunset. Dusk is when the swamp comes alive. I had to go.
Slowly, I pulled myself out of the mud and silt that I had settled into, the combination of sweat, blood, and the heat of the air making my clothes shred my skin with every step; The fabric dried in odd folds that made seams into razorblades, caked with filth. I made it back to the station where my dad was working, we reported the man but there was never any investigation or search. There never is.
It was three more hours until I could get anywhere with a functional shower with clean water; I hosed myself down from the station spigot and stood with hollow eyes, waiting for my dad to start the van so we could finally get home. I sat on a blue plastic tarp in the front seat and listened to the radio. Eric Clapton was playing. My dad chastised me for being too quiet. I sang along, but my heart wasn't in it. My heart was still beating too fast. I didn't cry.
I was eleven years old when that happened, and it wasn't even remotely the scariest thing that ever happened to me there.
Example: A few weeks later, same area, I tripped on a human femur that was sticking out of the ground, and. there was a full investigation. Never identified who the bone belonged to, never received any follow up from the cops; We all know bodies are dumped out there. Some people just go there to die. Nobody cares. I cared, and quickly learned that the value of human life does not exist in some places, in the liminal spaces you will find in the most desperate parts of Florida.
Never go to Florida. I'm from Florida, and I'm begging you, never go there. There is sun, but there is no light.
Holy shit this is the most incredible thing I've read today. Props on you for getting through and getting out, man.
tldr
Jesus Christ i need to get out of here
@@corazonfeathers8116 Thank you; I'm glad my writing vibes with someone, for real. Getting out wasn't easy (ran away at 16), but it was 100000% worth it. I'd rather be dead where I'm at now than be alive in Florida. Whatever happens in Florida isn't strictly living, anyway.
@Foriarez It's all 100% real, I've seen some fucked up things. Thank you; My motivation for doing anything in life is to never end up back in Florida.
The car thing is either people eating, smoking, making out/boinking, or staring into their car after a 12 hour shift. It can also be gang members taking care of their turf
In Phoenix its usually the guy. You know, The Guy. He's The Guy you go to and hand a wad of cash and he hands you a baggie. How much cash? What's in the baggie? If you wanna find out you're opening yourself up to some major shit.
*BOINKING* 🥴
@@ChargeQM lol bless
People do those things in Canada too. So why has Woolie never seen that car in Montreal?
I just want to say making everything that would be seen as negative into a wholesome good time is super good please do that more that ending gave me a big smile.
Maybe not _every_ time? Then it loses the charm, trope, purpose, or appeal, I suppose, but for some percentage of the time, you're right. Also, thank you that this video had several instances of that, one I had already seen before seeing this comment,, so I didn't feel _super_ spoiled for finding your words here.
@@ChrisPoindexter98 why are you reading all the comments before watching the eight-minute video? It's Remerai, there's going to be shenanigans.
@@lnfreeman _fair point_ 🥴 like, _of course,_ I'll probably get spoilers by "accident" doing that
Woolie: I almost died...
Pat: How?
Woolie: Someone looked at me...
An exaggeration yeah. But Florida man is not to be trifled with, he once ate a guy’s face while high on bath salts. It’s not as exaggerated as one would expect
He locked eyes with an avengers level threat.
Clearly you've never been face-to-face with a Florida man. Woolie almost died.
Florida man is not just someone
[[[!]]]
"WOOOLIE-CHAN! AAAH-AHHA!"
I feel kinda self conscious by that last discussion because I was actually the only car parked in a lot last night. I worked late and hit a 24hr drive thru and started heading home and I decided my hunger couldn't wait part way there, so I pulled into the Home Depot parking lot for twenty minutes and ate my food. This video just made me aware of how people were probably looking at me at one in the morning, parked in an empty lot with the lights on. 😅
Jesus Christ this comment hit me harder than I thought it would.
Yeah but you were probably in your car, and visible, if you left the car the eat that’d be weird.
Tbf from the outside and at a distance you might as well have been eating a baby
@@triel14 what? Nobody leaves their car when they're being sketchy in a lot bruh
@@malo9792 what I mean is this guy was thinking he’d gotten weird looks by eating in his car at 1am, but it’s weirder to see an idling car in a lot at night. But you are right, anyone who’s acting sus wouldn’t risk leaving their car unattended.
I feel like as soon as you cross the border into Florida, the frenzy stat from bloodbourne immediately pops up above your head. The gauge fills more the longer you stay there until u become Florida Man
Stand User: Man of Florida
Stand Name: 「CRAZY TRAIN」
Menacing aura INTENSIFIES
Dub version is Floridian Male and Insane in the Train.
You fool. Florida Man IS the stand. It just hops between users
Going back and watching the clip of the purple cat, Pat has never been more wrong.
you JUST SAID IT WAS PURPLE
Where can I find this? I desperately need context.
(Yes, I'm aware that most of the context is just 'Pat & Paige', but I still wanna see it)
@@Ferromancer86 space cat probably means warframe
@@Ferromancer86
2 years late but here you go
th-cam.com/video/6SGR35EtocQ/w-d-xo.html
@@Ferromancer86 th-cam.com/video/6SGR35EtocQ/w-d-xo.html
It's hysterical, you're in for a treat.
If you've been homeless but not carless, there have been many hours spent idling in the car.
The Florida Man knows where you are at all times.
He knows this because he knows where you aren't
Infinite agro zone
Florida Man everywhere system
Actual headline:
"Florida Man claims cocaine on his nose isn't his"
I love how they talk about Florida man when woolie literally runs the podcast with Canada's version of Florida man
we are building a Remerai CSB cinematic universe and i am HERE for it
The scared Lynal is great.
Lynal??
Woolie, shirtless: So, this is what they call a heartwarming reunion?
Machete Man, also shirtless: (flicks machete from his Iajutsu sheath) You got that right.
Remember kids, this is what having a high Shivers stat does to you
Or a high electro-chemistry if you're in the car, baby!
What's the deal with this car? There's no one in it, there's no one around, but the light is clearly on inside.
Shivers [Challenging: Success] - Across the water and beneath the smokestacks and bleak skies of Coal City, a trio of young men huddle in the back of their Stas-Rajko. A single dull light illuminates the cabin. Between them lies a lovingly knitted quilt, adorned with patches near and dear to each. Their sole reprieve from the harshness of life.
Electrochemistry [Trivial: Success] - Definitely shooting up. You know, the good stuff. You should go knock on the window, see if they're the sharing type Do it.
@@Katagara84 Oh man I love this comment, you captured the tone perfectly!
Would Inland Empire just be you talking/ making out with the car itself then?
While I'd agree, FL is a hell scape.
*FUCK FLORIDA DON'T COME HERE*
"America why are you so weird?"
We are constantly in a state of quiet distress.
(50(+?) states of quiet distress, actually.)
God that pfp
Terrified my teenage years
@@spookhyskeleton Huhuhuhu☆
(real talk though, same in middle-to-junior-high-school years.)
Lmao imagine being a powerful interstellar shape shifter, you land on earth but unfortunately believe Pat is the planet's most powerful being
There's something ablut describing RL events in game terminology that just gets me everytime
Florida resident here.
The stories you see here, have been watered down.
Edit: But Ceotaku was nice though, it was a pleasure to meet Woolie.
Were you florifa-man in the parking lot?
6:25 strange I come across this video while me and my girlfriend are arguing about her clearly not blue comb being purple and she needs to call it purple because I can't find the blue comb she asks me to get until I remember and walk out with the clearly purple comb and ask if that's the comb she wanted.
I hope you know that I did an actual spit-take with my coffee when seeing the man being possessed by the spirit of Florida at 1:50. Thank you for your service.
Every state is just an eldritch being that's asleep. Florida is just finally awake.
These Canadians really gonna throw shade at America like they don't have the Highway of Tears; Where it's illegal to hitchhike because of the murder rate?
Yeah but its normal murder up there from people. In Florida any random ass thing will kill you, crack head Jim bob, a gaitor, mosquito swarm, literal fucking toxic Apple Trees that can fuckin kill you if you so much as stand near one on a windy day.
Can you even fathom gettin got by a goddang Apple tree? I cant and I constantly think about it everyday.
@@Ehh..... the machineel? We got some of those in Mexico too. But fuck em. I'm glad they're endangered
every country has some fucked up shit
@@Ehh..... I have not heard about these toxic apple tree things. What are they?
@@KageMinowara The Manchineel Tree. Every part from the apple to the bark to the leaves is toxic to humans.
That shot of the needle fully gave me a shock of anxiety
3:07 for me XD
Don't worry, they're just quilting.
Florida Man is exactly the kind of person that would both appear in and have an entire sidequest storyline dedicated to him in a Yakuza game.
No, Florida Man would be this weird version of Mr. Shakedown that takes your equipment when you lose to him and replaces it with dirty rags.
My boy made another masterpiece
My dad’s in Florida right now. That place is a hellhole.
Shout out to the BORT license plate 4:35
In Canada, they sit in electric vehicles at night and consume poutine.
Texas resident here. Truth is, sometimes I'll go out for some late night fast food, and I'll often find a private little space in a nearby parking lot to eat; I keep my car on because it's Texas and that air conditioner is life, even in the middle of the night. I wonder how often it really is crack heads, and how often it's someone like me who just wants a quiet spot to eat his Whataburger?
6:21
I just love how that last NO cuts, the timing is just right!
Another 'real answer'. Florida is humid as fuck. The car is idling because the occupants are running the AC.
Those pats in the beginning are the perfect representation of mind goblins.
The fact that there’s a canon CSB universe now is so inspiring, I couldn’t stop fucking laughing at all the callbacks from previous videos
Legit answer for Woolie and Pat about the car being on early in the morning. Especially during the winter, we Americans hate being chewed out for being late to work due to weather, so we wind up getting there about an hour before the shift starts, and screw going into work a full hour early so we decide a nap may be in order, so we keep the car running to keep the heater going while we nap.
This is great! Whenever I thought about animating the Florida man story, I couldn't come up with how to do it. This is way better than anything I could come up with.
Holy shit flordia man behind pat at 3:04 genuinely made me jump lmao. Gread vid!
Shit me too. It's really spooky.
A Kung Pow: Enter The Fist Reference? MAN OF CULTURE.
that warframe clip is just so perfectly edited. its better than the actual clips posted.
IDK what got me more, Canadaman channeling the spirit of Florida, or Pat yelling about Elmo Prime.
I love how this continues from the last video with evil clone Pat
I'm calling it 'The Sunshine State that God Forgot' from now on.
Well that was fucking phenomenal. Really hope these don’t go away any time soon
They say Florida man, but the person they're describing is a type of person I see tons of here in California. Screaming angrily and incoherently at no one. They walk down my street some times. You get used to them.
Daily reminder
Thanks to the band blue oyster cult
Florida man is now a viable stand name
We need more Bort license plates in the gift shop. I repeat, we are sold out of Bort license plates.
Oh god, thanks for reminding me that Pat can't distinguish blue from purple. That whole thing was wild.
What on earth was the original context of the blue cat/purple space cat argument LMAO
Warframe color shenanigans.
As a registered Florida Man, I can explain why we're so aggro.
I'm not gonna tho...
Meth, it's meth. Just say it's meth, we all know it's meth.
It's a mix of meth, opium, and alcohol
@@lemon93 As a registered Florida Man who never had the first two and barely drink alcohol...maybe?
Sitting alone, in my car, on an empty parking lot, at 3am was basically part of my nightly depression routine about 3 years ago. I'd usually be munching on gas station snacks or eating like a fast-food sausage biscuit while listening to something to exacerbate and maximize my dour mood. I still do that actually but mostly cuz I forget to have dinner at a normal hour sometimes.
Woolies encounter with Florida Man was meant to prepare him for Mr. Shakedown.
I appreciate the florida logo as the summon circle and aggro music stinger, tyvm. Longer episode than expected, nice!
I wish to live in a world full of pick up ddr players and midnight quilting
Florida men are just men with a high shivers stat and the voice of Florida is like cuthulu
I used to work in a grocery store like Pat, and the one time I ventured close to one such vehicle as that in my quest to collect carts for my hour, I found an additional option as to why someone would do something like that: they could just be jacking it in the driver's seat and apparently getting off on the risk that they get caught, which in my unfortunate encounter I did indeed crash his fantasy.
Florida is one of my favorite states. The people there are exactly as insane as you have been led to believe
Man, you knocked it out of the park with this one. Your highest quality yet, every joke was a killer.
I remember hearing that the Spirit of Florida is an albino alligator that looking upon will bring madness upon the beholder.
oh god, why hasn't somebody made a indie survival horror game of avoiding coming into contact with Florida man at 2 in the morning?!
Why? Resident Evil 7 already exists. Just pretend it's the Everglades and you won't be far off.
@@WastedPotential17 because thats not Florida man in his natural setting, thats the hills have eyes / Deliverance + random Goo monsters
Florida man just has Shivers at 10. Probably electrochemistry as well.
This feels like a really weird episode of Supernatural.
Awwww. that ending is cute.
Ya'll worried about floridaman meanwhile floridawoman is the reason I'm nervous at bus stops. She just sat next to me and just started peeing on the bench then got up and walked away.
she liked you.
Florida man is just a loki-esk ethereal Demi-god that just floats around and possess someone (or multiple people) just for shits and giggles. Either that or its the ghost starting zone with a possession tutorial.
4:28 i have lived in Oklahoma and Arkansas all my life and thats fuckin wierd, wouldn't get close to them
6:21
This will never fail to make me laugh
Please don't ever stop making these.
i do enjoy loitering in parking lots with friends at like 1-2 am sometimes. go to somewhere that is open super late, get some calzones, blast music as everyone stands around and uses a car as a table
The answer to Woolie's question btw is the locals know who's car that is, and know not to touch it. Most likely yes a drug dealer's.
Listening to Blue Oyster Cult’s Florida Man song. The more I’m hearing it it sounds like a television show about a “Dude” like character in Florida. Stories of different individuals under the Florida curse.
Whenever Flordia man spawns, You can tell that he has appeared whenever you hear a mixture of The guardian stalker theme and rivers in the desert blare in the distance, with a pinch of one winged angel.
I have to say, the sudden thousands of extra viewers on my one video was pretty confusing but I think I see why now
Lu Bu had a fucking nuts aggro-range in some missions in some games. What you could do was make generic soldiers stand between you and hope you're beyond the draw-distance by the time they're all dead.
Lol channeling the spirit of Florida uses the Fable 1 skorm temple music
I've been in a spot where I turn My cars AC on to fall asleep when I had no where to crash. But never the lights.
And I only pulled up in a parking lot once, because I had to be at my work by 8 am, So since I had no where to stay, I slept in my car.
I was then told by my boss that around 3:30am a police officer ran my tags, found no warrants, alerted the owners of the store of the incident, and I was told never to park overnight their again.
As a local Miami resident, I can confirm 100% that I face the avatar of Death nearly every day.
contrary to what you may believe living in Florida for 3 years has been alot nicer than 16 years in Illinois.
I lived in Texas for a year. I'd sooner die than go back for a visit.
Woolie didn't even stay around long enough to experience the Eyesore on I-4 landmark, or the cultist boss-battle that lies within, lmao.
Man... I live in Florida, and have the majority of my life, and it's like... I haven't personally encountered HIM, but not only do I know the stories, I hear the stories about HIM in my own neighborhood. It's a constant struggle.
The better version of the bait car is when a truck full of tools shows up in your business parking lot and when you call the police they say don't worry about it.
as a man of southern state these cars in places empty at least here tend to be people that meet up and take one car, someone just making a somewhat fast run into a building, or yeah just drugs or bait car.
I still love it when Woolie says "he was having a time"
Aggro range of Florida Man when he's not rambling is akin to Gen 1 Rathalos spotting you, worse yet is the boss music that starts
Canadians dont know about 100% of large parking lots being adjacent to fast food? Thats why I'm in the parking lot at 0300.
One cannot overstate the quality of this or or any of these videos
Hiring a street worker to have someone to play DDR with is the most wholesome thing I've ever seen.
I'm loving these animations! Keep em coming (at your own pace of course. Please don't get burnt out like 99.9% of all animators/youtubers)
3:06 was really good
I won't say it's NOT any of the reasons given, but one thing always bugged me that they didn't think about but I guess it makes sense because they are in cool to freezing Canada
It's hot guys.
In the US south its hot at night.
Illegal things or not you in your car at night your melting without the AC.
Love the animation!