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Trigger warning for Ted Lasso fans

2023.05.31 18:02 cayce_leighann Trigger warning for Ted Lasso fans

So I’m just now getting caught up on in season 3 and boy I was not ready for episode 7. Several somewhat graphic shots of v* that I was not ready for
So be prepared.
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2023.05.31 18:02 GoStockGo Crypto Now Braced For A $1.1 Trillion Fed Panic After Bitcoin And Ethereum Price Surge

BitcoinBTC -1.2%, ethereum and other major cryptocurrencies have cheered a U.S. debt ceiling deal, despite president Joe Biden's earlier stark crypto warning.
The bitcoin price has shot back toward $30,000 per bitcoin, climbing to its highest level since early May, with the ethereum price following suit as rumors swirl of a possible China-led crypto price bull run.
Now, with a deal all but done to avert a "catastrophic" U.S. debt default, markets are nervously eyeing what JPMorgan analysts estimate could be the issuance of nearly $1.1 trillion in new Treasury bills, potentially sucking hundreds of billions of dollars from the market.
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2023.05.31 17:59 Password_Is_Mattress [USA] [H] Wii and DS/GBA Games [W] PayPal

All tested, working, CIB unless noted. $4 shipping first game, $2 per additional. Open to bundles or offers. Ask for pictures or re-testing. If you've bought from me before let me know!
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2023.05.31 17:56 Deweys12yearoldgf Looking for a book title I can’t remember

Okay this is a long shot because I don’t have a lot of details. I’m looking for a romance book I started reading a long time ago on one of those apps with amateur authors. I don’t remember the name of the characters but the main girl woke up outside in hell covered in blood with no memories. The king of hell takes her and they obviously want to bang each other but are acting like they hate each other lol. It’s revealed later she had escaped some kind of torture loop when they found her. Anyway they continue to fight their attraction toward each other but he’s super jealous and literally murders a dude for dancing with her at some party with the guards. She’s also having sex dreams about him that I think were eventually going to be revealed as being real. I think she was a virgin too? Okay that’s all I’ve got.
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2023.05.31 17:52 aftiggerintel A cautionary tale of listen to your body

Surgery for conversion was Thursday the 25th. I was allowed to have protein shakes up to 11:30pm night before. Stopped them at 9:30pm as I had to be up at 3:30am for meds, water cut off and all the prep before 5:30am show time.
Surgery went from 7:45 am to 12:45pm and I made it to my room about 4:00pm. Everything went off well. Allowed to shower right as I got there too. Settled in and got fluids down too. Went home the next day. Rested Saturday all day. Sunday we took the nausea patch off and didn’t think anything of it as fluid consumption was 52oz on Saturday and 54oz on Sunday. Then came Monday. Monday was hell. Slept all the way through the night from 11:30pm to 7:30am on Monday. Got up to get Tylenol and took the first pill and something felt off. Waited 8 mins to take the second and rushed to the bathroom and just dry heaved. Husband grabbed my prescribed anti nausea and I took that. Flopped in the tub and let the shower water run over me to see if that would help. My heart rate kept spiking up in the 150+ range. Called on call thanks to the holiday. Ended up in the emergency department. I had my 17 year old drive me up there and keep me company. X-Ray, CT with two types of contrasts, blood work upon blood work, and finally admitted. End result?
Non Diabetic Ketoacidosis and tachycardia because I’m basically starved because of the liquid pre-op diet and pre-op initial diet and my body is producing a hellacious amounts of acid content which the electrolytes can‘t even keep in balance either. 3 bags of potassium yesterday and my potassium went down. Magnesium yesterday and its down so more magnesium today. They‘re throwing everything at it and more. Sodium, sugar, etc. It’s finally starting to turn around. The tachycardia they really haven’t explained. It isn’t tied to blood pressure at all. No thyroid to tie it to that. My thyroid T3 isn’t off and T4 isn’t high enough to do it. No thyroid storm. It’s just popping up. Dehydration was a possibility until they had like 2 bags in me then that slowly dwindled as the more bags went in so it might just be my life of welcome to strange random tachycardia. Sorta wonder if they’ll humor me and pull an antibodies screening for something that they took out 15 years and 5 months ago. Probably not but hey it’s always a shot right?
They did let me finally go back to drinking water yesterday and late last night have stage 1 liquid diet. Today I got to advance to protein shake. Doctor didn’t even get fully out before I asked if I could start my shake over in the corner that has 10g more protein than the hospital’s and less sugar because I was so excited. I want a ricotta bake soooo bad. I just want something real food right now. If everything keeps working towards improving, I get to go home tomorrow. Good thing, I don’t think the hospital can deal with me keep releasing my three kids (17, 15, and 8) wandering around their food courts - this isn’t like 1 tower hospital, its about 14 or 15 tower building campus of a university teaching hospital with a national center on it. One tried to find where she could job shadow already.
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2023.05.31 17:52 PlathIce47 Fine I'll start locking the door before open time

I got reprimanded today and a little bit rightfully so. I got in at 745 to open the shop. I'm tucking in my uniform behind the counter and a guy comes in at 750. Now we open at 8 and all the lights are still off in the building because I was going to do that next, make the coffee, unlock the garages etc. So I go, hand in pants, and I'll admit gruffly, "oh we don't open until 8".
He goes "well the door is open".
"i had to get in somehow," i replied, "what's your license plate?"
"well if you're going to give me attitude, I'll go somewhere else."
"No, my voice is shot (it is all raspy, my nose is all congested), what's your plate?"
"you know what, never mind, your manager will hear from me" walks out
So ofc my regional calls me 15 minutes later. I tell him the story, he reprimands me for being gruff with the guy, and I agreed I was a bit of a bitch, but I explain that I DID try to move past it and write him up but he thought I was still giving him attitude. The regional even goes "yeah your voice is all raspy" and we agreed that I'll just lock the door behind me and unlock them when we OPEN at 8. Lol. I'm not a morning person. This is why I work in the back.
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2023.05.31 17:49 Thereluctantwriter Anyone else facing this issue with the Season 3 events?

Anyone else facing this issue with the Season 3 events?
I am trying to complete these 2 remaining event challenges and I have been at it for several days. Believe I have shot at least 100 in each category and yet the numbers wont go up!
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2023.05.31 17:49 ReVGC Battle Network 3, and me

It took a loooong time but I'm finally able to do my BPT (Bullet point thoughts) on BN3! Keeping the tradition going as I've done for MMBN1 (discussion post here) and MMBN2(discussion post here). If you've completed either of these games and want to share/read other discussion points feel free to post a reply to any of these threads, regardless of when you come across them. Unless I've edited otherwise, I'm still accepting new notifications for these kinds of posts. There is ALOT to talk about here and I honestly am forgetting some things. If you get tired of reading, skip to the bottom for the TLDR.
MMBN3 was probably the game I played the most on GBA. My cousin was randomly playing it on GBA emulator and I was like "hey, that looks like MMBN2!" and the rest was history. I think we eventually had three GBA carts we played on? Though we interestingly really never got that far and that's saying something, lol. MMBN3 not only had a postgame, it had a postpostgame!! From 20 years ago! And its postgame itself was already as long as a real game! Soooo much freaking content in this one title and it made sense as it was originally intended to be their Swan Song ... until Capcom said "No, develop MMBN4 ASAP" and then MMBN4 became the highest grossing MMBN title riding off the coattails of BN3's success. ._. But that's neither here nor there for this conversion so without actual further ado, lol:
SPOILER WARNING for MMBN3! I've easily over 150 hours in this entry alone and that's 93% my fault but the other 7% ... I blame the changes. Going to recollect my thoughts and emotions from the beginning as best as I can so there'll be moments of praise and criticism randomly structured together.
TLDR: I think BN3 is overrated and I've a loooot of bones to pick with it.
I also think BN3 is peak BN and for now still remains as the one I consider the best.
But BN2 is still my all time favorite.
(We'll see how I feel after I get through Vol2)
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2023.05.31 17:48 andreab718 TDF Passport feedback

Hey eveyrone! I qualified for TDF Passport and am super excited to start buying some tickets this summer. Can anyone who has used it tell me the details? You have to pick your tickets up at the box office, and do you have to show your regular ID, as in driver license, correct? Anything else I should bring? Thanks! Im about to snag some Back to the Future tickets!
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2023.05.31 17:47 Current_Ad_6458 AITA for not being alright with my friend asking his crush out

Am not really use to posting my problems on the internet but so am trying it for now. so here’s the story me male 19 and my ex girlfriend F(19) started going out a week after prom in college it was my first one and she was there and her being there made it better . After prom me and her start doing calls and then the calls started going on longer then over night we both loved it and we loved calling each other then the topic of crushes came she was talking about she asked me who I had a crush on but I said rather not say because I was afraid I would make the discussion weird so I then I asked her who she has a crush on she said she has a crush on two people one guy in a other college and a guy in my class so I replied with oh nice hope you get with that guy and she continues the conversation with you know him very well and me being one of the most oblivious guy in the world try to think who it is in my class so I started listing off most of the guy in my class she follows up by ye has your name and then I get that she has a crush on me so i tell her that I have feeling for her too and shoot my shot she say yes and that’s the beginning and it goes good for a wile till next months she said she was ready too meet my mother and step father and we invited her to go camping because she’s never been camping so we find out a time to go camping so we get the date and go camping we go to her house to pick her up go to the trip as we get there we and you know the rest. Weser up the tent the camp fire and just hang out the next day she seem more distant than yesterday so we decided to take her to stringing castle because she wanted to go and am a history freak so we go there I love it she loves it weird she loves the kitchen and we start heading home after that day I don’t hear from her for like 4 months I text her call her and no response and I start to worry if something happened to her after the three month count I start questioning the relationship asking if she cares or not so I decided to call her and behold she picks up and I ask her what been happening she say she was at her friends I don’t get mad I just ask her who’s she ok and make sure she good a trying to not start any problems and after that a few week of no responds again and. Then just to top it she say that I never give her attention and she breaks up with me just confused I tell my best friend and I didn’t know what happened at the time so told him what happened and after the call he says that he broke up with his girlfriend and asked her out a day later and now he’s trying again by asking her out by spelling will out with me on a pizza and and I just did tell him to be careful with her because of what she done in the past that I can’t really talk about here and on top of that me and my friend where joking around about the hole relationship thing and as I was walking to the place I needed to be made a joke on how she was cuddling a girl and said you cheating on him already and she didn’t really take that well and as I was walking away her and her friends where shouting at me calling me a ass and everything else under the sun and then there was a threat said to my dog who’s just a puppy and I didn’t really take that well so and I tried to sort it out and when I tried to she said am lying and then tried to look like the victim and yeah
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2023.05.31 17:46 WelcomeToOuterHeaven Is LeBron's 3 pointer before Ray Allen's in game 7 in 2013 the most forgotten clutch shot ever?

Talking about this play. LeBron makes a 3 to bring the game within 2 with 20.1 seconds left. If he doesn't make this, there is no opportunity for the Heat to tie the game at 95.
Obviously this shot is overshadowed and not talked about much for good reason. Ray Allen made the most clutch shot in finals history soon after. But as someone who spends a lot of time online discussing and reading about basketball, I genuinely can't remember a time I've seen this shot get discussed or mentioned. I tried searching for a video of the shot itself on YouTube to put in the body of this post but couldn't even find one.
What are your thoughts on this play? Do you think it deserves more attention when this series or game is brought up? Do you think it's necessarily even a clutch shot?
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2023.05.31 17:45 bakunuwu 22 [M4F] About time

Skipping the lengthy melancholic soliloquys and jumping straight to the point: I seek a genuine connection, someone I can have intimate moments with (not necessarily the NSFW kind, as intimacy comes in many forms in moments of tenderness), and whose company I look forward to at the end of the day.
Some things about me: * Physical aspects I'm 5'6 tall, moreno, very slightly above normal BMI, still looks fit as I'm still actively cycling * Looks, 5-6?/10 (or you be the judge). Hygiene? Very hygienic and smells nice. * Currently studying in a health allied course * A furdad of two 🐶 and 2 🐱 * Has a motorcycle (and ofc a license) and knows his way in and out the city, and beyond (if rides are your thing)
What I'm into, what I'm up to: * Outdoor hobbies including cycling, hiking, and basking under the sun * Also into gaming and indoor hobbies, I'm good at cooking actually * Pretty knowledgeable in nerdy stuff (films, television, etc) * Roadtrips on my motorcycle * Showering my dog with kisses during slow mornings * Trying out scenic cafes and restos outside mall culture-ridden NCR * Who doesn't love art and photography?
What I'm looking for: * Preferably someone younger, max -3 my age * Petite to slim * Looks, I don't have strong preferences on this as it can be highly subjective (on how you carry yourself with either through how you dress or your personality)
Looking for it here is honestly quite the long shot lol but it's a chance I'm willing to take because who knows? (you miss 100 percent of the shots you don't take something something). I know things like this start out with good foundations of friendship. Send me a short intro about you, let's get to know each other first and see how this goes? I'll be seeing ya!
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2023.05.31 17:45 Itchy-List-4436 Having a hard time celebrating his joy

My husband (ftm), I'm straight male, is going on 6 months, 6 shot of T, now since telling me he is trans masc. Our wedding anniversary is this weekend. It's early so everything is still extremely raw. Very very raw. Every little change, he does these colleges of his old pictures from when he was my beautiful wife to compare to now and post them on social media for all the family to see. It's great for him, both our families are super supportive. Everyone is cheering for him and showing love. It really is great for him.
I want to be so happy for him but everytime I see her it opens the wounds all over again. I love him, I really do. I had to get rid of all her pictures and videos off my phone because it was to hard.
I really want to be like everyone else but they didn't loose someone. They're not struggling with it. They took the initial hit, made their peace then went right back to their every day lives. This new normal.
I got him some really cool gifts. A t shirt that says self made man with the trans flag, a first year t diary to help him track all the ups and downs. In my family when a boy becomes a man, you get your first pocket knife. Every man needs a good pocket knife. I had one engraved with his new name on it.
I am really trying but it doesn't feel like it is ever going to get easier. He really loved the gifts.
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2023.05.31 17:44 ricoodo89 An idea to try mending the LCS in a way that protects the interests of all parties.

The ongoing feud can, in my opinion, be boiled down to two issues, where one gatekeeps the other and vice versa;
  1. The scene below LCS isn't generating money because nobody cares.
  2. The NA ecosystem isn't working since it's neigh impossible for young talent to test themselves on the highest level.
My idea for a fix:
  1. Introduce 2 new spots in the LCS for every split. For clarity, let's call the franchise teams Legends and the new teams Challengers.
  2. Rethink academy; Make it an open tournament for registered orgs (whatever the rules might demand to be eligible as an Esport org), consisting of an Eastern and Western Conference. Each conference is played out during a 'Contender Cup' where the 4 best teams from each conference would play a weekend-based broadcasted LAN event known as the LCS Gauntlet in the Riot Studios where the finalists would play for direct promotion to the LCS.
In the LCS, at the end of the split, the best placed Challenger team plays the loser of the LCS Gauntlet Final for a spot in the upcoming LCS split. The worst Challenger team in the LCS is automatically relegated and will have to compete in the Contender Cup again.
As I see it, this solves the following issues:
This is my idea. It opens up the lanscape and facilitates a way for careers, storylines and talents to prosper without devaluing the franchised orgs spots.
This is an idea I've been considering since last night, it could probably be tweaked and made better in multiple ways but this is my best bid as a rough template.
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2023.05.31 17:44 shitstop [FS][USA-CA] 5x Micron 5200 Dell Branded 480GB SATA SSD. Free Shipping.

I'm open to offers and willing to make cash deals with local pickup. I can meet up almost anywhere in Los Angeles and the eastern parts of Ventura counties. All prices include shipping within the US but Alaska and Hawaii depending.
These came in a server I just purchased and I dont really have a use for them. Dell part number 3DCP0. They are Micron 5200 ECO MTFDDAK480TDC drives with Dell Firmware that are fully supported by Idrac. They wont cause fan ramp ups and firmware updates are handled through Idrac. Micron specs are here:
Willing to do a deal for all 5 if anyone is intrested. Price includes the 2.5 inch caddy.
Model Type Size Serial Power On Hours Heatlth Price Smart
Micron 5200 ECO MTFDDAK480TDC SATA 6.0 Gb/s SSD 480GB 1915230502B8 28354 100% $70 Smart Data
Micron 5200 ECO MTFDDAK480TDC SATA 6.0 Gb/s SSD 480GB 19152305009A 28354 100% $70 Smart Data
Micron 5200 ECO MTFDDAK480TDC SATA 6.0 Gb/s SSD 480GB 19152305016A 28354 100% $70 Smart Data
Micron 5200 ECO MTFDDAK480TDC SATA 6.0 Gb/s SSD 480GB 191523050184 28354 100% $70 Smart Data
Micron 5200 ECO MTFDDAK480TDC SATA 6.0 Gb/s SSD 480GB 191523050196 28354 100% $70 Smart Data
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2023.05.31 17:44 Deleted_1-year-ago [WH 2] Game freeze during AI turn with screen constructs.

Hello, I'm getting a bug where during the AI turn the game freezes and screen constructs show up (red checker squares and UI element disarray). After about 20 seconds the game goes back to normal and I can battle and interact normally.
I've tried:
I read that the checher screen constructs are common with GPU memory corruption, but I can cross that out, my entire steam library works fine, even my Linux dual boot works without issues.
Thanks in advance :)
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2023.05.31 17:44 TheManwithaNoPlan Persistence Journalism [14]

*lightning sfx* You should check out u/Acceptable_Egg5560, NOW! (Seriously, thanks again for doing this with me, you're the best.)
Memory transcript: Vekna, Venlil Citizen. Date: [Standardized human time] September 19th, 2136
Herd, I forgot how much I hate paperwork.
When we had pinpointed where Unzekep was a couple paws ago, I was eager to get on her trail. Unfortunately, reality just had to get in the way of those ambitions…which is where I find myself now. First was all the speh we had to submit to the Health and Safety Department regarding our “inquiries” into the construction site to find Tagelb. A noble action, no denying that, but it brought up questions about our presence on the site. “Why were we there? Were we associated with a third-party firm? What was the quality of evidence produced for the claim?” Stuff like that, constantly, for almost an entire Paw.
We came clean, sort of. We at least disclosed about us being journalists. My evidence showing money changing paws between that foreman and the previous safety inspector came in handy in our explanation of us looking into corruption. As an additional surprise, many of the workers of the facility came forward with older stories of regulation skirting and site mismanagement. Tagelb even chipped in, providing another perspective of what we witnessed whilst in there. Safe to say, that foreman isn’t going to be in charge of much any time soon.
But did we really need to fill out all of those affidavits??
The second problem was that, due to us revealing that we were journalists, we wouldn’t be able to simply walk up to Unzekep while she was on the job. We had to get a “press permit” that would allow us to walk in the tunnels, which meant more paperwork signing that we agreed to the risk and knew the safety standards and procedures we had to follow while underground. They even made us take a test for that!
Today, though, marked the end of our tedious paperwork and safety waivers. We were finally cleared to go into the system, and the district had promised silence on the matter. Part of me thinks that their willingness to accommodate us is due to not having to pay us like their other safety inspectors. Oh well, at least it’s a way in that doesn’t require cartoonish cover stories. I slide on my satchel and exit my room, waiting for the elevator to arrive at the correct floor so I can board.
After a short wait, I’m granted access, and yet another short wait later, I arrive at the foyer. First-meal would normally be first on the schedule, but today was special. In order to avoid detection by any unwanted eyes, we were due to leave first thing in the Paw, when almost no-one else would be out. After a brief scan of the lobby, I spot Sharnet sitting on a chair with a duffel bag on the ground next to it. I trot over to her, motioning to get her attention.
“Good Paw, Sharnet! You sleep well after all that paperwork?”
Sharnet shuts her holonote off and stows it away in her pack. “Yes, somewhat. I do wish that they would’ve just looked the other way completely, now we’re on their records. If someone’s watching, we’re a dead give-away.”
I sway my ears negatively. “I don’t think they’ll be looking deep in government registries. That would require access, and if they were in the government, chances are they’d have noticed long ago and already fled. To my knowledge, there hasn’t been much movement on the private nor the public transit systems, and none of the Harchen. Trust me, I had the same thought.” I pull out my pad, the tab for the transit logs still logged in with the temporary credentials the district has given us. “Check for yourself.”
Sharnet looks over the information rather inquisitively. “Now that’s interesting.”
I cock my head. “What is?”
“I looked up Unzekep’s home address,” she explains, “and it’s in an apartment building on the edge of town. She doesn’t have a vehicle, so by all rights she should be traveling on public transit. But this shows none of the Harchen have done so. The fact that she isn’t…”
Her sentence falls away as her ears twitch in thought. Now that she’s said it aloud, I realize how strange that is. “That…is odd, actually. You’d think that she would be using the public transit system to get to and from work each Paw.”
Sharnet’s tail swishes against the ground. “Do you remember what Tagleb said about her? He said that she spent a lot of time in the tunnels. Do you think… well, no, there’s a couple possibilities. But…”
As she’s making an appeal to rationality, I realize what she’s implying. “That she’s living in the tunnels. That’s what you were going to say, right?”
She sways her tail in the affirmative. “I don’t want to cast judgment yet. But…if she’s one of the overseers, those tunnels are well out of sight. People could probably survive a raid by hiding in there. Of course, if she isn’t a head, staying in those tunnels might not be her choice.”
I look at Sharnet skeptically. “Not her choice? What reason could someone possibly have to stay down there that isn’t their choice?”
“Well, that safety inspector that the foreman bribed likely didn’t inspect only one site.” Her claws clench against her wool. “In my previous job, there was a time when there was only one person on staff who knew how to maintain and repair the office electronics. The company has them stay on overtime. If she is in a similar situation in the tunnels…”
That’s not a good image to have in my mind. Being one of the only ones repairing equipment and materials that would have otherwise been flagged as a safety danger… My arms and legs are exhausted by just imagining what might be needed. “Oh, Herd, that’d be bad. I’m not certain that’s the case, though, as the District let us have our way with seeing her. They wouldn't do that if they had something to hide.”
Sharnet raises a finger. “If they’re smart.
I can’t help but give a low whistle to myself at that. “If they’re smart, yeah. Ready to go see how dumb they are?”
Her tail wags in amusement as she rises from her seat. “We can grab a couple to-go salads from the meal bar and head right out, if that’s okay with you.”
“Sure, might as well if we’re going to be spending all day in the sewers.” I follow Sharnet over to the salad bar, and we order some bog-standard salads to go. Nothing fancy, we are on the clock after all. Once we receive our food, Sharnet heads back to grab that duffel bag and we head out, the light of our star bearing down on us as we exit the building.
It isn’t long before a bus comes to pick us up, the driver seemingly surprised to see someone waiting for him at this claw. We board and take our seats, eating our salads as we’re ferried to our next destination. Thankfully, only a single other person is on the bus right now, and they’re too busy with something on their pad to notice us. A public space with no noise, perfect.
As I eat, my mind wanders back to Tagelb. I had meant to go back and see him again last Paw, but paperwork had obviously gotten in the way of that. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m intrigued by the Yotuls’ archaic technology. Steam engines, massive train systems, even rudimentary hydrocarbon combustion engines! I wanted to learn more, but I knew Vekna was only tolerating that in search of our guy. I knew I had to go back to hiding eventually.
The worst part was how I had to hide myself from Tagelb, even if it was less than normal. I heard his views on Predator Disease, and I knew that if I slipped it, that was it. I’d lose yet another friend because I couldn’t keep my Herd-damned mouth shut. I’m determined to keep doing what I’m doing, even if it means hiding myself forever. From Tagelb, from Sharnet, from everybody. Ignorance is bliss, and if nobody knows I’m a monster, it’s a little easier to pretend I’m not for myself.
I’m shaken from my internal lamentations by a paw lightly shaking my shoulder. I glance over at the culprit, finding Sharnet’s gaze. “Are you okay? You went a little wall-eyed while you were eating your salad.”
I look down at my bowl, only to find it empty. I quickly reseal it and feign my innocence yet again. “Hm? Oh, yeah, just thinking about how we’re going to do this. Not an easy task, after all.”
She pulls up the duffel bag she’s been carrying into her lap and zips it open. “Thankfully, these should make it a bit easier.”
Inside are a pair of construction pelts. Visibility vests, gloves, foot coverings, and two helmets. Those… brahking uncomfortable helmets. “Do we really have to wear those?”
I know it’s a dumb question. I read the same procedures as she did. This equipment is a basic requirement for us to go into the tunnels. No matter how much it rubbed up against my ears.
“Yes, I’m sure. We read the same waiver, we signed on the same lines. I’m not a fan either, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices.” She pulls out one of the pelts and hands it to me, retrieving the other for herself. I groan internally at the mere thought of having to wear another helmet. She gives her ears a comforting flick. “These are brand new, so the padding won’t be as worn down as the last helmets were. I don’t know if it will stop the bother, but at the very least it shouldn’t be as bad.”
Small comforts. “I hope so, yeah.” As I look over the helmet, the bus stops and opens its door to our destination. “Industrial center! Next stop, the Intraplanetary Transit Hub!” We stand from our seats and make it off the bus, which unceremoniously closes its doors and leaves us stranded in the dead center of the industrial heart of Sidestar.
The town is centered around maintaining the power plants that comprise the central economy of the District. As a city well within the twilight, power meant life. It allowed the growing houses to keep the local edible vegetation harvest alive, light up the iron ore mining operations in the mountains, and the steam tunnels flowing with heat to fight back against the cold winds from the night side flowing down from the mountains. Those steam and drain tunnels are where a large number of people work. Having to expand and repair sections as their city grows. And Unzekep is currently working on replacing outdated units. Somewhere in there…
I’m pulled from my analysis of the area by Sharnet, who has since applied her pelt. “Come on, put on your uniform so we can get down to where we need to be.” I heed her words and quickly apply my clothing before following Sharnet through the complicated system of tubes and ducts that comprises the ground-level of one of the for-profit geothermal reactors.
Thank the Herd for the 3d map the District had given us access to. According to the schedule, Unzekep should be in the coolwater pump room, replacing the turbines in one of the pumps. Unfortunately, that’s all the way in the basement of the building, accessible to the steam tunnels leading under the rest of the town.
Steam heating the town. And the Feds call the Yotul primitive for using the same principles. I shake the annoyance from my mind as we descend down ladder after ladder, walking across steel catwalks over huge drops for the snowmelt that would occur after the night finished. I can see what all those waivers were about now.
From my map, we should be coming up to the pump room soon. It’s next to this… cargo… elevator… Oh for the Herd’s sake!
Sharnet huffs, panting from the humidity and heat of the underground caverns. “What puddle of Speh left that out of the official map? We could’ve been here a quarter-claw earlier!”
“Beats me, but at least we’re here,” I manage to say, leaning against the wall as it feels like I’m trying to breathe through syrup. “S-Sorry, just need to take a breather for a second. The humidity down here is really messing with me.”
“I understand,” she holds out her tail for a comfort touch, “if you think you’re about to have an attack, don’t hesitate to let me know. Your health is important.”
“Thanks,” I huff. After a few moments of slow breathing, the air managed to become a little more breathable. “Alright, I think I’m good. Are you ready to meet our next in line for Spehlicker of the Hectorotation?”
“If we’re lucky,” she replies before sliding open the doors. Four massive pumps dominate the room. They stand as long and tall as the bus we rode in on. It’s truly impressive to see the power of the planet itself being harnessed through the mechanics of these machines. But… I’m unsure about the noise. It isn’t too loud, Sharnet and I would be able to raise our voices over them without going into full on shouting, but it was a constant high volume I haven’t been around before. It feels…grating.
Thankfully, it’s obvious that we're in the correct room. One of the pumps has a series of curved pieces of metal with a pile of bolts and… a stack of impellers, if I’m remembering the word correctly, laying on the ground. Tools and spares are scattered around the area, a mug of some sort of beverage is on a nearby ledge, wisps of steam still coming from its surface. Wait…wisps of steam…
I place a paw against Sharnet’s chest, to her confusion, as I scan the room for anything out…of…the… There. In the corner, a few splotches of green on an otherwise gray surface. Imperfect camouflage, just like Tagelb had said. As I focus, I can make out an outline of a trembling person, moving in tandem with the spots. She must have heard us approach. I gesture to Sharnet in the direction and she flicks her ears affirmatively.
“You must be very skilled,” she says, staring at the splotches with an eye, “your camouflage is practically seamless.”
As I watch, the splotches increase in their trembling. A voice floats out under the hum of the pumps, barely heard by my ears. “No, no, go away, leave, this is safe, no, please leave, don’t hurt me, no.”
“We are here about Dawn Creek,” I say, “We-
The Harchen shrieks.
The gray walls reveal the colors of a Harchen in distress as she falls to the ground in sobs. It’s difficult to see anything about her, as she curls herself up and pleads. “P-Please! No! I don’t w-want to go back! Don’t m-make me go back!”
Both Sharnet and I had lightly backed away at her shriek, but now we both approached her. Her scale shifts seem almost sluggish, but they do indeed shift. It’s only once I get a better look at her face do I realize what Tagelb was talking about.
Her facial features are slightly flatter, looking almost compressed compared to that of the other two Harchens we’ve run into here. Her forehead is a bit larger than normal, and her neck is slightly shorter. In fact, she herself is shorter than average, if only by a little. Near her temples, four splotches of unchanging green remain constant despite the rest of her shifting form, each an imperfect circle of dull green.
She just keeps sobbing and pleading incoherently as we approach, not even attempting to run. It was like… it’s like she’s given up. This can’t be it, can it? I expected pathetic, but this? This is just sad to watch. But as I do indeed watch, something comes to me. This isn’t fear of getting caught, this is fear of going back.
I remember what I learned about the treatments they used, the drugs they administered, and what Sharnet had said to Tagelb. People with no disease at all. It all clicks together in an instant. This isn’t one of the heads of the Dawn Creek facility.
This is an escapee.
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2023.05.31 17:43 BakuFanatic Graphics Runtime Error (Code: Broccoli)

This was an issue for me back when Lightfall dropped, constantly freezing/crashing the game, or in some cases my whole PC. No issues with other games. Back in February I was able to resolve the issue by rolling back my GPU driver (which had not been updated until the problem resurfaced with Season of the Deep). Now I've tried rolling the drivers forward, back, reinstalling the game, verifying file integrity, adjusting Nvidia color settings, undervolting my card, nothing has fixed it.
Notably, 90% of my crashes have been in Ghosts of the Deep (ruined many solo flawless runs during final boss ugh), and I've done multiple flawless cards in Trials with no issue. I just want to play the game and am getting fed up.
Zotac 3070 Ti
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2023.05.31 17:43 m80mike I Was a Foreman at the Grazer Tower Demolition

Summary: A demolition firm struggles to take down a damaged building for their mysterious clients
I Was a Foreman at the Grazer Tower Demolition
By now Grazer Tower has faded as a household name but to some the rumors and madness surrounding it refuse to die. The demolition of the massive three hundred twenty foot octagonal hotel left a gap in the Atlanta skyline but little fondness in anyone's hearts. I have no particular first hand insight into the freak lightning strikes on the 30th floor atrium which killed 13 people but I am willing to tell my side of the story about the demolition effort leading to the botched implosion. I tell this as a full, open, and honest disclosure. The legal maneuvering and ink has dried, all of the dead are buried, and all the bleeding stopped. The scars remain, the pain persists, the things I saw there are burned in my head even after they've been discredited into the conspiracy theory woodwork of the internet. The lightning storm struck on a Sunday afternoon and the next day for all we knew the bodies were still warm when a lawyer representing the owners of Grazer Tower entered our corporate office. I look back on it now with open and clear eyes and realize it was all very strange from the start when my Lead Foreman, Tom, and I were called into the meeting in progress.
The lawyer and now our client, looked like a fairly normal man in his mid thirties aside from his impeccably white suit which was ironed to the point of looking like stone rather than cloth. Beside the white suit his lips were an uncomfortable maroon and glossy. Besides this he spoke in a plain, clear, and disarming manner refraining from legalese and maintaining a firm but not imposing eye contract with whomever he was speaking directly to.
He told us in no uncertain terms he was instructed to contract with our firm to take down his client's building. Tom and I were shocked when we heard this after all, the lightning disaster, while tragic and perhaps undeservedly tarnishing in the short term to the Grazer Hotel's reputation, did not render the structure unusable nor unsafe to its surroundings. The worst damage was that the steel dome of the 30th floor atrium had collapsed into the vaulted restaurant and ballroom of the 29th floor but that's where the structure damage started and ended, in fact aside from the 28th, 29th, and 30th floor, city engineers working overnight already declared the building sound. So while perhaps still time consuming and costly, repairing the building was definitely possible and cost effective but owners, to make an analogy, were basically insisting on totaling a car after a minor parking lot fender bender. They gave us a specific date by which the building needed to be taken down. When our Boss, Jim, rebuffed the lawyer, not only because the date was challenging and soon but also because it was possible we could have it dropped BEFORE the date specified. The lawyer insisted the building go down on the date given – not later and not earlier. Jim swallowed hard and then glanced at Tom and I. Then the lawyer involved the name of the head of the owner's group, a Mr. Rohmer.
Mr. Rohmer, according to the lawyer, was offering our firm one hundred percent of the cost upfront and another twenty perfect of the total cost plus any overruns – stating if the implosion came early or late, it would mean all very little – no, that's no a typo, that's how the lawyer phrased it from his client, Mr. Rohmer. With that detail out of the way, you can see how the car totaling analogy breaks down considering the owners did not stand to profit from it's demolition – in fact quite the opposite.
The lawyer chuckled a bit to break the tension. He explained his clients and Mr. Rohmer in particular were an unorthodox bunch and then even insisted he wear the white suit in any of their dealings. The lawyer produced a tablet PC from his messenger bag and leveled it to Jim. On the tablet was all the banking confirmation codes ready to go for a direct deposit into our firms account alongside a contract. Jim seemed to hiccup or belch in excitement as he hurried around the short side of his desk to sign it since his stubby t-rex arms could not reach across his desk.
The firm was committed, we were committed – I was committed and I started to mentally cramp up over the challenges we all faced. The Grazer Hotel was in the middle of a dense urban grid. It had to be precise drop with virtually no margin for error. Jim poured us a dram of scotch from the bottle hidden under his desk. None of us a second thought about Rohmer's cryptic remark – after all, how often did you get a one hundred twenty perfect no-bid contract walk in off the street, out of the blue?
A combination of exhilaration over the money and anxiety over the work load kept us all from sleeping that night. Jim and Tom ended up going out and having a wild night to celebrate while I went home to mentally prepare not only myself but also my wife and kids. As a family they were staring down a month and a half of late nights and weekends with no dad. My wife was frustrated until I told her about the bonus and then she said she'd fill the lonely time making plans to send the kids to Disney World and then find a place for us to spend alone together. The promise of a much needed vacation after this only super charged the butterflies in my stomach further in anticipation of this challenging season ending.
As the assistant foreman I had office and on-site duties. Most of it was coordinating between the two. This included personnel, setting up site security – including guards and cameras to keep urban explorers and vagrants of out the dangerous site and satisfy OSHA hazardous work place safety requirements. The most challenging duty was site prep which included disposal of furnishings, removal of windows and other flourishes of the structure's facade which could become deadly shrapnel during an implosion. Fortunately, despite all of this, the nagging questions about permits and clean-up contracts were already handled by the lawyer. Rohmer's group also waived any rights to furnishings which means they could be unceremoniously hauled out in any way we chose to and disposed of.
Now I suppose some of these things should have came as red flags to me – or at least some one in the company but we all justified it as the group must have connects and short cuts to permits and it was a relatively new building, only about twenty years old in fact and furnishings – whether old or new probably weren't of any antique or sentimental value. All in all these were blessings since they freed our hands a bit and made a near impossible deadline more possible.
Of course the good news came with some bad news. The city engineers forbade us from working at the 28th, 29th, and 30th floors – unless we brought in a separate crew to stabilize those levels first. This was quite the fly in the ointment for the controlled implosion plan we sketched out. The 30th floor wasn't as much of a problem but the 29th floor ballroom and the weakening of the 28th floor meant we can't inspect for how compromised they were by the steel atrium dome. For all we knew if we blew the 27th floor on down the dome could shift and topple over the top three floors outside of the implosion safe zone, imperiling people and nearby structures.
I raised holy hell about it while Tom stood calm. It could take months to stabilize and clear those floors and far more money than I thought our eccentric client would pay in overruns. Jim waved me off mid sentence and simply told me he'd take care of it. That was good enough for Tom so it had to be good enough for me. I went back to my job – securing site and planning drop.
Although we had a problem with the top floor our saving grace lie in the basements. It had a three story subterranean parking garage, a basement level pool, and a utility sub-basement. We could easily smash the first ten or twelve floors into that deep footprint. Also the utility sub-basement gave us a clean cut off from the grid and a fairly convenient way to protect the surrounding grid without interruption. Still, at least part of our team would take have to take three weeks out of our six and change to handle the utilities.
The first week was hectic, they always were but we hit no major snags. By the end of it were on schedule and all of the parts were coming together. We thought maybe, just maybe, we were well on our way to an early Christmas bonus but nothing could prepare us for what was coming.
If you work on a site long enough and work anywhere on the site security reporting chain you're bound to get a few questionable reports from your night guys. Let's face it, for folks who are wake all night five or six nights a week poking around with flashlights chasing shadows, every building every where is haunted. I've been on the site security chain for thirteen years so it was easy for me to dismiss reports from the night guys about unusual glows on gutted floors and stairwells, elevators which moved on their own with no one calling for them or inside when they opened on a random floor, or the security cameras and cellphones constantly going offline on the 27th floor and the utility sub-basement.
I wasn't convinced anything of concern was going on until I got called on site by the test drilling team. This team was responsible for sampling the support materials to determine where it was best to place the explosives and what explosives would be best to use. They reported the interior supports were designed in an unusual way with a honey comb of unorthodox metals and concrete not reported on the building's records or blueprints. Specifically, they reported the concrete was impregnated by some kind of metal veins which gave off a bright shimmer. I was asked to come identify it but they claimed it disappeared by the time I arrived.
I was irate at the team and their supervisor for having me to come on down on site for something that sounded so wrong to begin with. They showed me a grainy cellphone video and told me they would swear on a stack of Bibles the sparkling compound welled up in the test coring like mercury, turned blood red and bled on the floor before disappearing into the torn up carpet. I chastised them for making this up and threatened to get new sub contractors if they kept wasting my time. I spoke with a separate sample team on the lower levels and they too discovered some unusual metal compositions – ones which were different then the ones found the top floors. One of the engineers speculated that the contrast in metals between the top and bottom floors could be cause the building to hold an electrical charge, like a battery or like a capacitor. Either way, the engineer said it would require more explosives than initially thought to take down the structure.
A couple of weeks later we were painfully behind – glass removal in particular was going slow because those contractors claimed they were constantly losing their toys. They also claimed one night to have cleared the top five floors on the east side of all their glass – only for all the windows to appear fully intact the next morning. I was forced to end their sub contract due to misrepresentation of work accomplished.
The glass wasn't the only thing slowing us down. The wire and plumbing removal was hindered by the wires somehow were fused to the pipes and in some places, the pipes were fused to the load-bearing members – we thought maybe it was due to the lightning strikes but that really didn't make sense since all of the wiring and plumbing otherwise seemed to work fine before we turned off the utilities. The only thing going for us was the helicopter loophole. Instead of accessing the 30th floor through the condemned floors we were able to get work teams on the atrium floor by helicopter. The bodies of the 13 were removed before we started working and before the atrium fully collapsed into the ballroom but the teams working on the roof reported many unusual artifacts including stained glass and Greek letters comprised of unusual amalgams of metal.
All of the strangeness culminated in the disappearance of one of the night time security guards named Phillipe. I say disappear because his girlfriend filed a missing persons report with the police and when they came to investigate Tom was busy with the atrium operations so the job fell to me. I walked the investigator through guard's smart phone filed reports from the previous evenings. Admittedly I was behind on my end approving the reports so I was embarrassed when things in the report took a turn. His reports including the same odd glows the others were reporting in the stairwells and seeing metallic veins throb on the walls.
His last reports stuck in my head: Report: Sub-basement 4 clear, 0312. Report: Sub-basement 5 clear, 0305. Report: Sub-basement 6 clear 0237.
His “all clear” reports documented levels of the building which did not exist and the further he went into the areas which did not exist, the automatic timestamps went backwards in time. It made no sense – unless he was confused as to where he was due to intoxication and there was software glitch with the timestamps. I was forced to give the investigator no firm explanation.
It's easy to write off a high security guard – they're flaky by their nature and have plenty of reasons to ghost a part time gig and even to pull prank on their final reports. I almost wrote it all off until I saw his girlfriend – apparently his fiance, handing out missing persons fliers outside of the site gate one morning. She seemed absolutely heartbroken and I got stabbed in the gut thinking maybe this wasn't a ghosting and prank after all. Seeing is believing and the next week I started to believe. Tom was finishing up on the atrium level. We used some heavy lift choppers to remove the rest of the frame and glass. Now we could get a better look into the section which collapsed into the 29th floor. We started by using a series of video drones to investigate the melted twisted dome through the collapsed roof. We quickly learned that the drones were being interfered with as their feed would cut out or their batteries would die almost immediately upon entering the ballroom.
So, we had to cut some corners, against city regulations, we let Tom and two others rappel in from the roof on secured anchored lines with helicopter over watch support. We needed to do this because we needed make sure that collapsed wreckage would not move and potentially change the implosion direction. Tom got twisted in his gear as he tried to lean into one of the holes in the roof. He slipped and fell in, disappearing from sight. We frantically radioed for Tom as the other two workers abandoned their own attempts to peer in and scrambled to Tom's aid. Tom was pulled out of the section uninjured but he appeared to be in shock, he looked wild eyed and shook as he was put on the helicopter and lowered back to ground level. Within minutes, Jim called us back to the office to discuss the near miss.
Two weeks to go and week behind, a missing guard, and now a near fatal accident. That for Jim, was the last straw. Tom and I had run out the rope Jim gave us to hang ourselves with. Jim slammed his hand on his desk as he catastrophized, red in the face, nearly breathless, he yelled we could very well kiss that twenty percent goodbye with the way things are going. He pressured Tom to go on the record after his dip into the structure that the atrium debris ball in the ballroom posed no threat to the implosion. Tom was elsewhere. He stared off in a thousand yard stare before replying to Jim that it posed no threat. Then Tom headed for the door. Jim screamed at him that he wasn't done chew us out but Tom only said he had to get back to it. I supported Tom and followed him. He and I headed back to the site to secure the night shift changes – another night not at home and having a late dinner.
I asked Tom in the car ride back what he saw in there. Tom was fixed in a trance and barely responded. He said it was wild. When we got back to the site, Tom separated from me through the gate while I strolled across the street to grab us some dinner from a street vendor. As I stood around waiting for two gyros and two cokes I could help but be mesmerized by the gutted tower. It seemed to breath in the spotlights inhaling puffs of the dust and dirt on the site and then exhaling it. A faint glow, barely perceivable against the light pollution, seemed to brighten, dim, and fade from the upper floors with each of the building's breaths. I was transfixed on it and it was the first time the building gave me an eerie feeling.
I got back on the site, food in hand, there was a buzz in their air as the night shift streamed in and the day shift streamed out. I barely had my hardhat seated corrected on my head when the site's emergency alarm blew. The interim foreman tossed me a radio as I was swept with him and our site occupational safety and emergency personnel to the basement.
Our increasingly panicked footfalls blotted out the squawk of the radios but I could hear one name again and again in the equally panicked messages – Tom Tom Tom. Whatever was happening was happening to Tom.
We reached the pool level and a trail of gasps proceeded me into the pool. There was Tom in his vest and hardhat face down in the middle of the pool with crimson oozing out him into the cerulean tiles lining the drained pool. We piled in from the ladders and shallow end to get to him. It was apparent when the first folks reached him that he was dead. They hauled him out on a stretcher and to our shock he looked like he had been dead for much longer than possible and his skin was water logged despite there being no water. He had died of fall trauma possibly despite the pool only being six feet deep. The paramedics also claimed he had water in his lungs. Then I noticed he was wearing his rappelling harness weaved in his vest – but that made no sense – he took it and his vest off when we were getting chewed out by Jim. Why would he put his rappelling gear on again.
I was the assistant foreman no more. Now the buck stopped with me. As they took Tom to the morgue we all knew the show must go on – our client demanded it, Jim demanded it and Tom would have wanted it that way. The same police investigator from the guard's disappearance met with me over Tom's death. They said it was standard procedure with work place deaths. I gave him a copy of the footage on an SD card and left the moment after it left my hand.
I had the recording queued up to the time of the commotion. The video we provided had a poor angle and was focused on the door to monitor access – the comings and goings of people. It was shift change so people were filing in and out Tom was somewhere in the crowd. The pool was one of the areas which required both foot patrols and constant video monitoring. I hit the rewind button on accident and watched his body lie there and lie there and then the timestamp sped past the 1900 hour mark. We were in traffic from meeting with Jim at that time. This was impossible but I kept my finger on the rewind button. Around 1400 the camera shakes a bit and there is slight glow reflecting on the doors so I let it play back to the shake. There is a soft green glow and then could hear a heft thud in the room. I gulped knowing that was Tom falling into the pool around the same time he fell into the hole in the roof. The soft glow turned brighter and brighter like a laser shining into the lens – something that wasn't present on the rewind. There was a flash of an incomprehensible shape or form on the screen. I was physically hurt in my eyes like I had just stared into the sun. I was left dazed with the shaped burned into my eyes with each blink. Then the camera system shorted out and a tiny puff of smoke left the memory module. The cameras blinked off wall to wall, the whole system was dead.
With the cameras fried, regulations required someone high in the company to be on site or we'd have to leave for the night. So I stayed knowing we couldn't afford to lose an hour much less an entire night. I circled the pool between approving payrolls and directing the increased security guard traffic required to monitor more areas. I was thinking about what I would say at Tom's funeral. I was thinking about Tom's family and what they would think about his apparent suicide.
I was forced to patrol the rest of the sub-basements as well since most of the guards were at the site perimeters or higher levels. I would have to follow paths of Phillipe, the disappeared guard, and all of the other guards who had mismatched timestamps on their increasingly strange reports. If not for today's incident and the recording of Tom's death, I would have stood fast to the idea that these reports were the product of night jitters and drugs but now, no.
I gritted my teeth as I exited the pool area to patrol the lower levels. I hated this building I muttered to myself. I couldn't wait to see it all rumble. I thought about which part I'd like to keep from the site to place in Tom's casket – then I realized it probably wasn't going to be an open casket funeral. I was lost in my thoughts and hatred for the building as I roamed through the parking garage into the utilities basement. I lost track of where I was as I weaved down stairwells.
I shown my flashlight on the wall and the floor level sign said “Sub-basement 999”. I stopped cold in my tracks. I was hoping it was a prank but I knew it was no prank. Then I thought maybe I'd have some answers. Maybe I would finally see what all the strangeness was about. But then I freaked out about Phillipe's disappearance and turned to run back up the stairwell. I ran up four levels to what I thought was the lobby and I pushed the door open.
My jaw hit the floor when I saw a black and white galaxy – the stars were black and the space was white with gradations of gray. The whole room was just white outer space and the whole universe swirled fast counter clockwise. I tried to breath and when I did the galaxy shrunk before my eyes until it was the size of a tiny of marble and then even smaller to a speck of dust. I reached out as it floated towards me. I stared at the speck in a cold sweat. As I stared, I was looking deeper and deeper into impossible detail. In the dust I found the milky way galaxy, I found our solar system, I found Earth and then I found North America, and then I found myself back in the pool room dripping in sweat.
Time seemed to skip and space was malleable in that hotel. As we approached the deadline to drop it, some jobs which would take hours took days and some jobs which would take days took minutes. The anomalies seemed to swarm tonight and day and yet we pressed on. Tom was buried and I couldn't go.
We met the deadline and the city came out in numbers to watch us drop the thirty floor structure. They gathered nearly two blocks away clad in ponchos and dust masks bracing for the implosion triggered by half a ton of high explosives.
I was so burned out and demoralized. My mantra became “this is for Tom, this is for Tom” and it was the only thing carrying me to this day. I chalked up all the anomalies and even my own experience on 999th sub-basement level as a reaction to shock, loss, grief, and exhaustion.
We were on the thirty minute countdown and Mr. Rohmer's attorney was designated as the trigger man. He stood there with Jim and I in the command trailer with the detonator remote. The remote triggered a two minute countdown on the charges from a master control station in my command trailer. All the charges had to be hardwired old school style because we were getting too much walkie talkie and radio interference from inside the structure for any other method of trigger to be reliable. I was too tried to make a stink about insisting I do it. I just wanted it to be over but suddenly a freak thunderstorm brewed up over the city. The skies were overcast and we were on the verge of having to abort the implosion until the next day – despite the next day being a day past the deadline. If we didn't abort and went through with the implosion, there was a strong chance the shock waves from the blast would bounce back off the lower cloud base and shatter windows and ears across the city.
I sat in my command chair at the perimeter in dismay, almost in tears as it started to rain. I felt my heart drop into the acid of my stomach as I ordered the suspension of the implosion for the day. The lawyer, surprisingly, did not resist. I watched as the crowds dispersed from the viewing lines and police started to permit traffic back through the streets surrounding the site.
Then a group of unauthorized personnel threw open the door of the trailer. They were a mass of men and women clad in pressed white suits, stoney faces with thin maroon lips, one of them carried a white covered book.
The attorney dropped his eyes and head in deference to elderly man at the head of the congregation. The attorney addressed him as Monsignor. The man introduced himself as Monsignor Rohmer and he placed his hand on his attorney, calling him a cousin of the congregation, stating there will be no postponement and no delay.
Rohmer, a man I judged to be in his late 50's or early 60's was bald and covered it with a white derby hat. He was tall, about six five, and thin, so thin his suit fit him like snake half shedding its skin. His was face long and his cheeks thin and worn like a mountain side. His voice was steady and low like waterfall. Everything he said bloomed with authority and confidence. He ordered the building would be dropped in twenty minutes.
I told him I didn't care if he was the owner, the building could not be blown in this weather and I snatched the detonator out of his attorney's hands. Rohmer, moving faster than I believed humanly possible with some kind of martial arts move swiped the detonator from my hands. Simultaneously, he had two of his followers press Jim against the wall. They put him in a sleeper hold and he slumped down to the floor barely getting a word out. Then Rohmer gestured to his flock to follow towards the building.
They left in a fast deliberate almost choreographed walk like a flock of geese flying in formation. I grabbed the radio to get police help but I realized that was hopeless. I watched as our trailer was shrouded in the same interference we experienced in the building's interior. The CCTV monitors flickered out and the radio squawked static. Then I realized Rohmer had no control over the detonation and no way to contact his followers still with us in the command trailer. So I did what I had to and pulled the master key out of the master detonator in the command trailer and chased after the flock. I needed to know what was happening I needed to see with my own eyes what all of this was all about.
The Congregation had reached the lobby and I saw the trailing end of the clad white congregate into the stairwell. I darted at my best speed to follow them.
I reached the stair well door. I found Rohmer standing on the top step, apparently waiting for me. I was out of breath while he began to speak to me in his booming voice. He explained to me that if the building did not fall in the next twenty minutes, all of Earth would be pulled, sucked, inside out and down through the building into the black and white universe. The entire building, but especially the atrium dome, he continued, was designed and built to create and then temporarily contain an impossible shape, a living form, a 4 dimensional object, a tesseract, when struck by lightning in the presence of thirteen self-sacrificial Congregate members. This shape would slowly expand and cause space and time anomalies before growing so large inside compared to its size would pull us all into place with no life.
The shape was still in the process of forming even as we spoke, he said. It would reach critical mass and dimensional contortion and the only way to stop it was to disfigure and crush it in the hotel's collapse. He led me into the pool level where his entire congregation was sitting cross-legged where Tom fell. A green pulse, like a laser, came down from the ceiling into the group's center, where their white book lay open on blank pages. I had a feeling this glow was being projected down from the ballroom where the dome of the atrium was taking its final fourth dimensional form.
After a loud chant from the white clad followers, the book slammed shut and turned from a brilliant white shimming cover to one black as night. As they passed around book, their white suits turned black and the formed a single file line. Rohmer left my side and pulled the detonator from his suit. He showed it me and tossed it at me. In my panic I reached out with both hands to catch it but I forgot I still had the master key in my sweat slick hand and it fly out and fell at the foot of Rohmer.
I asked what he planned to do with the key without a lock and a jammed detonator. Rohmer bent down and grabbed the key and looked me without a hint of concern. He took the new black book into his hands and opened it facing the wall of the pool. A new green pulse launched from the book and flickered on the tiles. An octagonal outline appeared to frame a hazy image of a tropical beach. One by one Rohmer's congregation walked into the side of the pool, into glow and seemed to arrive safely on the otherside of the beach.
Once all his compatriots were on the beach, he turned a page in the book and reopened it, projecting another octagon portal on the side of the pool. I could see his destination – it was the command trailer. He stepped through portal and yelled to me from the other side that I had two minutes. The portal sealed.
I could hear the warning sirens we installed going off above me. Needless to say, I made it out, just barely. I reached the perimeter fence screaming to anyone who was in ear shot to run away. The building imploded as planned but I was caught in the dust cloud and developed tinnitus severe enough to be comparable with combat veterans.
The shock waves from the explosions were reflected off the cloud base and channeled down the street by other skyscrapers. Virtually every window in a two block radius around the site was shattered and hundreds of people were hurt in the resulting stampede and vehicle collisions caused by fleeing from the flying glass cascade. Parts of downtown looked like a war zone for weeks afterward.
Rohmer and the rest of his group, including the lawyer, had disappeared out of the trailer in another portal leaving a suitcase of gold equaling the twenty percent promised. Our company was fined, sued, and threatened with criminal charges and eventually put of business. There wasn't much left after paying the cities fines and lawyer fees.
Though I was spared any direct sanctions, I forced into an early retirement. I've had time to research Rohmer's group. There are at least six mentions of figures like Rohmer on the deepest parts of the conspiracy web. They seem to show up at a locale experiencing paranormal activity with a white book and then leave with a black book. Their departure usually marks the end of any strangeness. I can't be sure but this congregation seems to be summon demons, which they exorcise, by trapping them in their books. Trapping maybe a poor term to use since, as in the case of the Grazer hotel encounter, they can apparently cleanse the anomalies and then use the book containing them to weaponize a portion of the traits of whatever their unholy creations posses.
I suspect Rohmer and his congregation, now with the ability to teleport, are accelerating their plans, to whatever ends these paranormal means enable them.
Theo Plesha - Sequel to "Flush" by Theo Plesha on The Chilling App
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2023.05.31 17:42 Pykrete_Blue Quick Bore - or How Challenges Still Suck The Life Out Of Me.

I like purple. When this season's weekly ultimates were leaked, as they always are, my eyes were immediately drawn to the funky purple patterns of Orchid Cluster. It's a little ugly, but I still want it. I make a note to check the weeks until it comes up, and hope the challenge isn't too grating.
Too many weeks later, here it is, locked behind a deceptively simple challenge.
TLDR: even in their dumbed down form, Challenges still take your normal gameplay and strangle it, reduce it, force you to do things you may not want to do or that - extremely often - are not useful to your team. And even if you don't care about them, every player ON your team is potentially a player who does.
On the surface of it: Get an enemy Spartan with any pistol immediately after switching to it.
The logic this implies: switch to any of the game's 4 pistols and kill someone within about a second of doing so. On the face of it, this is an example of a 'good' challenge - it instructs the player in a core method of getting kills, draining shields with one method before finishing with a reliable headshot weapon. (Well, only two of the pistols can headshot iirc, but I digress.)
But despite doing this repeatedly, it triggered once in total. Out of five. So, what am I missing?
Oh, ok. Turns out that, insofar as my experiments have led me to believe, you need to do damage to them with *weapons only* first. Melee into switch into headshot? Did not work on any occasion. Grenade into switch into headshot? Sorry, buddy, we don't do that kind of thing around here. Ok, fine. Solely utilize your assault rifle or, if you nabbed one, plasma pistol/pulse carbine to get their shields down, then pop them after a switch. Incidentally, I used the sniper rifle during one game, but every body shot I landed into a pistol switch + headshot? Nothing.
... But that still doesn't work 100% reliably, so what else are we missing? Oh! All the damage \must** be yours. If the enemy has even so much as a graze on him from an ally's assault rifle spray from across the map, sorry pal! Outta luck. You did not qualify. Try again.
Y'know, in this team-based shooter. Oh, I guess I could try Ranked FFA - the only current form of FFA in matchmaking is Ranked - but the same issue would apply there anyway, where 1v1s are rare and more often become 1v1vGuy Who Jumped You Both For The Double Kill.
So no, I queue up Quick Play, a game mode with an assured Assault Rifle and Sidekick starting loadout, and then just try to get into constant 1v1s with people with the very specific motion of Reduce Shield > Switch > Shoot Head With Pistol. Grenades? Subdue that reflex. Melee? Not gunna help. Objective? What objective, I'm not here to play your game, I'm here to complete a boring, irritating challenge that couldn't fit its requirements into the limits of its text string and so just kind of lied about them instead, or at the very least omitted half of them.
With all these requirements met, I get the last Quick Draws I need in one game. Oh, and the enemy capped the flag three times while I did so, but hey, I'm sure my team don't mind that one of their teammates was playing like a weird bot the whole game. Or when I grabbed camo purely to wait for someone to walk past me so I could spray their back and get an easy shot on the head in their panic and surprise.
Towards the end, one of my attempts failed - a fight I could have easily won, were I not playing like a rigid freak. The game helpfully chimes in with a death screen hint on the right, insisting upon me The Golden Triangle. The pillar upon which Halo is built: Guns, Grenades, Melee. Grenades, which this medal seemingly detests. Melee, which this medal turns its nose up at.
I'm reminded of a dozen other challenges in the normal pool that are still like this, that still change the way you play the game for the sake of busywork. Get kills with X weapons - hey! What are you doing conforming to The Golden Triangle of shoot + melee?! That's not a kill with the Zumba Wumba Gun, that's a kill with melee! Oh, you died. Well, peep our hint screen, dear player, and let us educate you about The Golden Triangle--
I shut the game off without even looking at my new visor, and give silent thanks that the remaining ultimate rewards this season don't appeal to me.
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2023.05.31 17:42 gamingtarheel Delta 5 Pro 18” Varmint or Havak HIT pro? 6.5creed

I’ve narrowed my choices down to the Delta 5 Pro from Daniel Defense, and the Seekins Havak HIT pro in 6.5creed.
Other than old hunting bolt actions etc I’ve never had a modern day style bolt gun in a chassis. I’ve always used the M16/M4/AR15 platform and recently got into a nice range that has targets out to a little past a mile, so I’ve been having fun learning stuff and stretching out 5.56 but have couple nice folks at the range offer me to shoot their bolt guns out to 700-1000yards and have really enjoyed it. I’ve shot a Delta 5 pro 18” Varmint profile in 6.5creed, a seekins havak HIT pro in 6.5creed, as well as a Christensen arms in .308win and 6.5creed, my least favorite was probably the Christensen arms, favorite being the seekins and the Daniel Defense coming up somewhere in the middle. I was pretty set on ordering the Seekins but it seems to me the Delta has a few features that make it a competitor to the havak HIT pro such as the thumb rest, the same trigger, integrated ARCA rail, better stock and adjustability of said stock. The folding adapter for the delta will be releasing soon so that’s another positive on the Delta. All that said I’ve seen a ton of negative feedback on here against the Delta, but some positive feedback as well. Right now the prices are practically the same mid 2k range for the rifles, so really what would you pick and why? If you do have negative feedback with a Delta would you mind sharing?
It should be noted that I am also a total newb when it comes to these platforms so I may sound like a dumbo but am willing to learn. Like I said before I plan on shooting whatever rifle I end up getting on the weekends, with range space out to a mile. I have a sandman s suppressor I plan on using unless it hinders performance, as well a Leupold MK5HD 5-25x56 tremor 3 reticle, Spuhr SP-5001 mount, no bipod yet but plan on getting a accutach or MDT.
Thanks in advance for any words of advice or help. :) RIP to my wallet, just when I thought ARs and nightvision took all my money!
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