Lego city building games

So my fellow casters, how you feeling? I think this sub's a bit divided on if they like the consolidation and skill floor raising, or hate the simplification and skill ceiling lowering, but might as well make a topic on it. Personally?
BLM
Seems like they're attempting to destroy weirdo rotations. They want F4F4F4 Paradox F4F4F4 Despair Despacito, assuming the numbers work out that way (I mean hey they didn't for Paradox which at first glance seemed to be an attempt to force some rules in place).
Seems Paradox is always instacast now? This if true is most likely the largest skill floor raise of them all as dropping your AF would require a hundred blunders instead of only a couple.
Also seems they want Convert to be streamlined into Flare Flare Despacito, assuming that's not a Job Trailer jank stupid rotation (personally I assume that Despair will not give 3 stacks so as to enforce their rotation).
Leylines can be brought to you. It is what it is.
Since BLM seemed to attract a good portion of players who want a more difficult/reactive class (at least on reddit) I can see some of these changes being pretty negative. Personally I don't mind, but I guess I'm a dumb dumb.
RDM
The only really notable changes I'm seeing are ...
Manafication seems to act like a "123 Ready" button now with no affiliation with the elemental gauge anymore. This should raise the ceiling significantly in terms of not wasting mana or accidentally ending up with 100/100 which meant you didn't necessarily get a proc at the end.
There's seemingly a new finisher after Scorch -> Resolution. We don't know 100% for sure if you can do this new finisher outside of Manafication. Oddly it doesn't give any mana at all which does lead me to believe it's maybe not a cut and dry finisher.
That's basically it from the job trailer. Outside of expanding on the GCDs (Verquake and Vertwister?) I guess RDM is a pretty difficult job to change up since, outside of possible QoL changes/oGCDs it's pretty "complete."
SMN
Oh dear. This ... may be the most disappointing job in the entire job trailer, in my humble opinion. I'm not trying to be too negative but all I can really see is there's some kind of space Bahamut instead of Bahamut. It looks like the exact same job from EW right now except there's a different looking space Bahamut. Good god I hope I'm wrong about this but I really am not seeing anything new besides the animation swap of a space Bahamut.
I have always accepted EW SMN as what it is ... a very simple building block for the future. Nigh objectively one of if not the easiest DPS in the game right now and it looks to be the exact same in DT. I've actually always been okay with this! I try to look at the positive in things, and hey if it's simple and easy that means it's hard to fuck up. But they took something PRIME for expanding upon and didn't. I'm a bit shocked. Maybe the job trailer guys fucked up and there's key info not shown or maybe I'm a moron.
SMN stocks are down.
Pictomancer
I don't know what the FUCK is going on but it looks exciting and variable. While there's some light/dark/not-SAM-moon thing going on I think we won't really know until the media tour to the extent of how RNG/adaptive this is but it looks crazy. Will probably be a letdown if it's some kind of consistent rotation but even then it looks to elevate beyond just 123 123 spend spend 123 123 spend spend.
Personally I'm torn between which to level first, Pictomancer or BLM as of now. My excitement for RDM and SMN are relatively low, though I'll be using them if needed/wanted in raid settings of course.

I’m aware that this is unconventional. Believe me, I’ve tried conventional – it didn’t end well for anyone. I require a certain open mindedness that I’m hoping I might find here, but more importantly, I need my future husband to know the rules. Meet-cutes are well and good on the screen, but they don’t guarantee a partner’s ability to follow basic instructions. That was my mistake the first time.
So, begging your pardon for my bluntness, I’m going to be clear about my requirements. Please read carefully – if you can’t meet them, there’s no point in going any further.

• Must want children. At least one child, anyway. I’m open to the idea of more, but one is an absolute must.
• Must be in it for the long haul. Until our child turns eighteen, to be precise. I understand that level of commitment is a daunting prospect, particularly when we have not yet met. After our child is born, you are welcome to ignore me, if you please, or take your pleasure elsewhere – though I will warn you that it might be difficult to come by. But you will live under my roof until our child is an adult.
• Homebody preferred. It will make the next two decades easier on you.
• Must have impeccable manners. I will provide a manual outlining the required etiquette, but you must at least have a grasp of basic courtesy to begin with. If you let your tongue run away with you, or don’t bother to wish your neighbours a good morning when you pass them in the street, stop reading – this is not the opportunity for you. Seriously.

This is the part where I should talk about myself, but let’s face it, this is hardly a romantic proposal. I require commitment up-front and there’s no guarantee that, once we do meet, we’ll really even like each other. If we do? Fantastic! It’ll help the years fly by. If we don’t, you’ll still have the main prize – years of rent-free, expenses-free living at The Old Oak Hotel.
A sanctuary has stood in this spot in one form or another since before the ley lines. During its tenure, it has been flooded, put to the flame, and pounded into dust. Time and again, it has been reimagined and rebuilt. Most of the current building dates back to Victoria’s reign, though the oldest parts were constructed in the 13^th century. At the very bottom of the garden, cut into the surrounding hills, there is a cave bearing handprints of red ochre.
There has always been an Edwards at the hotel, though of course we haven’t always gone by that name. You would think a family so tied to one place would do a better job of keeping records, but no one is certain of our origins. Perhaps it was a cosmic bargain, or perhaps mere luck – whether good or bad, I have never been able to decide. Either way, our presence is required. Throughout our spotty past, there’s a story here and there of an Edwards deserting their post, and it always coincides with a particularly brutal period of history.
I inherited the position five years ago. At midnight on my eighteenth birthday, my parents took their already-packed suitcases and left. I don’t blame them for their abandonment; I intend to one day do the same thing to my – or, hopefully, our – child.
They send me postcards and photos from time-to-time, always smiling on sunny beaches. Money isn’t a concern for them. That’s part of whatever mysterious deal our ancestors made – when a caretaker leaves in good-standing, they will never want for anything again. They could travel the world for the rest of their lives, always sleeping in the softest sheets and dining in the finest restaurants, and never find their pockets empty.
Keep this point in mind, for if you can meet my requirements, you will share my good fortune.
And what must we do in return? I can all but hear you scream the question. Why, very little. The presence of an Edwards ensures that the guests can’t stray from the hotel grounds. Most of our guests are live-in residents, though we do get the occasional walk-in. Where they come from, I don’t know, for we are not visible to most people who stumble upon our lonely corner of the world. I’ve come to believe the hotel chooses to reveal itself when its lacking entertainment, or to fill a need.
Jimmy, my first husband, was one such guest.
For the most part, the guests are harmless. They’ll give you a little fright from time-to-time, popping out from a wall or turning your bathwater into blood, but I find it hard to hold it against them. I’ve found twenty-three years here dreary; I can’t imagine how bored I would be after five hundred.
There are a few exceptions you should be aware of:

• Eric. Our resident serial murderer. He claims to have been Jack the Ripper while he still drew breath, but I think he’s just a blowhard. He knows better than to harm an Edwards, but I’m afraid spouses are fair game. Years ago, my grandmother managed to confine him to the fourth floor, so you will be perfectly safe from him as long as you never set foot there. Occasionally, the lift will stop on that floor even though you haven’t pressed the button for it. Do not get out. Even if the lift appears to be on fire or starts filling with murky water. Wait for the doors to close again, then go to another floor. It should only take a few hours.
• The Thing in the Cellar. I don’t know what It is; no one ever has. We only know It eats rats and must be fed once a day. If I’m ever ill or incapacitated, this task will fall to you. Harvest the rats from the traps in the garden, then stand at the cellar door and throw them down the stairs. Do not walk down the stairs and do not forget to feed It. You don’t want to be the first person to see Its’ face.
• Mrs Jones. Old fashioned and a stickler for manners, she’s the reason I’m advertising for a husband rather than a boyfriend. She won’t abide a couple living in sin under the same roof as her. Really, though, she’s a sweet old thing. Full of stories about the war and always ready to help if I get stuck on a recipe. I don’t blame her for what happened with Jimmy at all. I’d warned him enough times.

Guests aside, there are other rules you will need to follow to ensure a safe, satisfactory stay at The Old Oak Hotel. They are listed in a book that has been re-penned many times over the centuries. If you choose to accept this opportunity, I will insist that you read it until you can recite the pages word-for-word.
However, there are some rules so critical for your survival that I feel compelled to list them here:

• With the exception of the fourth floor, you are welcome to roam the hotel and its grounds as you please. But you must never set foot outside of our land – not until our child is old enough to fulfil their duties. If I were to do so, it would unleash pandemonium – plague, peril, perhaps another world war. I’m afraid you would be less crucial to the fate of the world, but it would certainly be a personal disaster.
• Never look in the mirrors in room 33.
• I’ve touched this point already, but it bears repeating: never be rude to Mrs Jones.

Failure to observe that last rule is what got Jimmy.
She doted on him. I think he reminded her of her long-dead son, for she pampered him as if he were one of her own. Each morning, she had breakfast ready for him before I had so much as opened my eyes, and she developed a habit of trailing along after him, complimenting his skill as he oiled rusted hinges or set a crooked picture straight.
At first, Jimmy basked in the attention. But by the end of his second month, he was growing bored of Mrs Jones, me, and the hotel itself. We pride ourselves on our facilities. If you need more activity than a turn around the garden, we have a lovely indoor pool – it freezes over every now and then, but most of the time it’s perfectly usable. Our library is unmatched. Although the room is cramped, it has every book imaginable; you only need to think of a particular title, and it will appear on one of the shelves. And now that I’ve dragged us kicking and screaming into the 21^st century, we have a wide array of streaming services.
It wasn’t enough for Jimmy. He wanted to go out – eat in a restaurant, watch a film in the cinema, see any faces other than the ones he was surrounded by every day. He began having a drink each evening. One drink turned into several, and after a few weeks, the bar became his permanent residence between dusk and midnight.
He wasn’t the only one getting bored. I had been thrilled when he first arrived; ecstatic when he agreed to stay. How marvellous to feel real flesh beneath my fingers after five years of only the dead for company. What a relief to have some assistance in the many tasks required to keep the hotel running as it should.
The more he drank, the less inclined he was to help – or even spend time in my company. He no longer visited my bed, choosing a room for himself on the opposite end of the floor. When our paths did cross, at best he would ignore me. At worst, he would nitpick or outright rail against me, blaming me for his captivity.
Still, I made an effort to be present whenever he frequented the bar. As lovely as Mrs Jones can be, she does have a tendency to nag. Before and after her death, she was close to teetotal, only consenting to take a single sherry at Christmas, and drinking outside of special occasions is something of a bugbear of hers.
“Think of your health, dear,” she would tell Jimmy brusquely. “You’ll miss it when it’s gone.”
Or, “How about we switch to a nice apple juice now? You’ve had quite enough to drink for one night.”
Most of the time, Jimmy managed to pull himself together enough to flash a charming smile and distract her with a compliment about her latest meal. But after one drink too many, I’d noticed him gritting his teeth and just barely managing to hold his tongue.
It was better if I was present. Playing the doting wife, I insisted on pouring his drinks, watering them down out of his sight. When Mrs Jones’s nagging bordered on relentless, I could always distract her with a game of gin rummy.
On his final day, I was running behind. The ghoul on the second floor – usually the least demanding of our guests – had come down with some dreadful illness, or else decided he wanted to inconvenience me. Either way, I had woken that morning to the foulest stench I had ever experienced. I followed it to his room and found every surface covered in putrid green-blank gunge, its consistency somewhere between mucus and vomit.
All day I scrubbed, taking only brief breaks to step outside before I fainted. By the time the room was restored to a passable state, and I had filled several bin bags to bursting with filthy rags, it was already deep into the night. Mindful of the time, I paused only long enough to wash the streaks of muck from my arms and face before racing to the bar.
I arrived just in time to hear Jimmy’s last words. After he spat them at Mrs Jones, she only stared for a small eternity, her mouth frozen in the motherly smile she wore whenever she scolded him.
Then, like melted wax, her face began to shift.
I shouted at Jimmy to run, but he didn’t need to be told. Before the words left my mouth, he leapt from his barstool and streaked through the door. Mrs Jones followed him seconds later. Her lips were already peeling back to reveal rows upon rows of long, wickedly sharp fangs, while claws sprouted from beneath her lace-edged cuffs.
I sprinted after them, but Jimmy was fuelled by fear and Mrs Jones by whatever force propels the Mrs Joneses of the world. I followed the screeching to the lobby. Breathless, I arrived to see he had arrived within mere feet of the entrance before Mrs Jones grabbed him.
Claws wrapped around his throat, she lifted him into the air. As I watched, her jaw unhinged, the lower part dropping so that it was nearly level with her chest.
That sight drove all the sense out of my head. Forgetting every rule my parents had ever drilled into me, I lunged at her.
She batted me away as though I weighed no more than a fly.
I crashed into the reception desk, the breath bursting from my lungs in a great woosh. I was certain that I would die, for no amount of effort seemed to force air back into my aching chest. At last, as my vision began to dim, I managed to take a small gulp – then another, and another, until I was able to draw myself together enough to regain my feet.
By that time, Mrs Jones had nearly finished her dinner. Jimmy’s chest was splayed open, muscle and shattered ribs protruding every which way from his flesh, and she was devouring the last few bites of his heart.
His head was angled towards me. The light had winked out from his eyes, but they still held his final terror – and an accusation which, I was quite certain, was directed at me. I would like to say I felt only horror, but I couldn’t help my sudden jolt of irritation. How may times had I told him to mind his manners?
Mrs Jones gulped, the sound thick and wet in her gullet, and dropped what remained of Jimmy to the floor.
Then she turned to me.
Here’s another rule for you, one which I hope you never have cause to use: never interfere with a kill.
The Mrs Jones who used to kiss my grazed knees, who argued with my mother for the right to read me bedtime stories, was no longer at the wheel. No amount of pleading or reasoning would move her.
I could only run.
Spinning around, I vaulted over the reception desk and raced for the office behind it. If Jimmy had not been out of his mind with fear and booze, he might have remembered the rules and survived; it was one of several staff-only rooms throughout the hotel warded to keep out unwanted guests.
Just ten steps from desk to door, yet it was the longest journey of my life. My hard-won breath burned my throat; my heart pounded in my ears, deafening me to all other sounds than Mrs Jones’s heavy, pounding footsteps.
Grasping the handle, her hot, copper-tanged breath was on my neck. Fire exploded in my flesh as she raked her claws down my back. A step further away, and I wouldn’t have made it; the pain would have been too great. But I managed to throw myself into the office and slam the door before crumpling to the ground.
Before I passed out, I heard her grunting and shrieking outside, furious that she couldn’t get in.
Three days I spent in the office, emerging only to feed The Thing in the Cellar before scurrying back to my hiding place. Whenever I left, I tried not to look at the mangled heap that used to be Jimmy. There was no avoiding the smell, though.
With no small difficulty, and the help of a first aid kit, I managed to treat and bandage the wounds on my back. They bled sluggishly all throughout the first day, but thankfully didn’t fester.
On the morning of the fourth day, there was a tentative knock on the door followed by the sound of rapidly retreating footsteps. I waited until they had disappeared down the corridor before cracking the door open. On the floor was a freshly baked Victoria sponge and a beautifully written note of apology.
It took every ounce of courage I possessed, but that evening I forced myself to go to the dining room. Mrs Jones was waiting for me, her eyes red-rimmed, a steaming cottage pie on the table. I tried not to flinch as she took my hand, re-iterating the apology she had already delivered in writing.
The next morning, she helped me clean Jimmy up.
We treated each other cautiously for a while, but eventually we got back to playing gin rummy again. When the scars on my back twinge, as they sometimes do, she helps me rub a soothing ointment into them. Even though I’ve told her it’s not necessary, she apologises every time.
So, you’ve heard my story and you have my proposal. If you think you could be the man for me, I invite you to visit. You will need to drink a cup of ram’s blood (a pinch of nutmeg makes it a little more tolerable) and light a black candle before bedtime. When you next wake, you will find yourself at our gates. As travel arrangements go, it’s hardly the Orient Express, but it beats the airfare.
If you have read this without flinching, if you can stomach the journey to get here, if you walk up to our door and find the nerve to open it, I have one more instruction for you.
Just as you enter, look to your right. You will see a deep brown stain on the lobby carpet. I’ve scrubbed and scrubbed but it just won’t come out. Perhaps that’s for the best. It’s a good reminder of what will happen to you should you call Mrs Jones a “nosy old bat”.
And when you run into Jimmy – as you will, for he still likes hanging around the bar in the evening, his silvery wounds glistening as though they had just been inflicted – don’t let him convince you he was some sort of victim.
He knew the rules.

So I was thinking of buying an Optima EH500, I was seeing in reviews that it was good. Mainly am getting a projector since I have some Blu-ray 3D movies and games for my PS3, and TVs are kinda not really an option. So my questions are as follows:
1) Is the Optima EH500 a good projector? Like is it noisy or bad with 3D at all?
2) I have a slanted roof and I don’t want to mount, so how do you recommend I set the projector up?
3) What 3D glasses do I need for this projector?
Thank you to anyone that responds, I’ve been dying to watch the TASM duology in 3D and play Arkham City in 3D.

Hello and welcome to the greatest and most spectacular alliance community ever developed!
What's that? You say you haven't heard of us before? This is okay. It is natural for the hidden Ooken masters to appear when you need them most.
Our goals are simple:
· Play both WvW and sPVP in the most annoying, satisfying, gratifying manner possible
· Zero schedules because those cause intestinal cramping
· Show up when you can, contribute where you will and spread your Dookems wide
· Collaborate and elaborate on builds together...but only if they cause sadness
· Understand that the best games in life are played with spoons

Put up your Dookems revolves around one very important rule: Absolutely ZERO DOOKERS in here. None. Not gonna happen. We routinely each night go out of our way to Ook everyone right up their Dooker. We send invitations beforehand in order to make sure that everyone is invited to the thighmaster brigade.
Some of our most famous events include:

1. Which way are the Yaks REALLY going? Does anyone know?
2. I walk 5,000 range to deliver my messages of love to you
3. Portal? I hardly knew em!
4. Conquest of the Ruins that kinda look like that weird birthday cake we had in 2nd grade with the melted Elmo face. But dammit mom tried.
5. Dancing with no bearings letting our wheels fall off
6. Eruption of Mustache Wax

Alliances: Okay our game plan for this is to gather like minded people. Do you enjoy home BL defense? So DO WE. Do you enjoy outnumbered fights and grabbing whatever is close by to squeeze it repeatedly? SAME. This a group of friends, sons, fathers, some moms, a dance pavilion and a solid block of cheese.
If these and other PVP games like "who stole my enormous potato" appeal to you, check us out.
Fatherbliss.4701 – Lead Ooker
Alec.1430 – Head Designer of Fashion
Lorthrean.7418 – Master of all Pies
Shrouded zeen.1657 – He who Waits

I just got this game last week and I am loving it. I still need to get some more skills unlocked but I want to get to the outpost building part of the game ASAP. What are some good early game locations for putting down a outpost?

Warning: this is a very petty post, revolving but not fixated on the release of Ubisoft's new Assassin's Creed game. If you have a life, stop reading.
Ubisoft, a western video game studio, has launched its advertising campaign for its new game set in Japan. If you are familiar with the Assassin's Creed series, you are aware that Ubisoft shits one of these out every three to four years, much to their awaiting fans glee.
Controversy however has been stirred up over not only the usual and predictable matter (the liberal fetishization of a character's skin colour) but by inevitably the same group of people who take this news about as well as Praljak took his cyanide.
This post is not about the rift betwen these two sides, which are if anything two halves to the same mass-produced industrial sized circle, but the lack of an inbetween in the leftist commentary. More specifically, how people who see themselves as socialists will deliberately bat down the most orthodox of Marxist critiques because they see in this movement, to portray fictional characters with different racial stereotypes, as a value of the progressive nature of capitalism.
To anybody who has any knowledge, even second hand, of the various critiques that are made, the argument is simple: Yes, Capitalism produces an impetus for the revolution of its industrial base and subsequently, in the process, liquidates the existent order (all that is solid melts into air), but the reality is that this progress is about as socially revolutionary as genocide.
(The Indian continent was swept under the boot of the British colonial system, ending if not totally then the domination of the feudal structrue that had prevailed there).
If you want a contemporary comparison, it is about as socially progressive as the Israelis bulldozing hospitals within which they've mass-executed Palestinians to build allotments.
But over the course of arguing, this comparison is not so neat. 'Socialists' will even forgo recognising that the very system which produces this gabrage, these endless stream of commodities, is one which shackles the globe to wage slavery.
They will posit, even in spite of this, in spite of the fact that they know full well what they are essentially doing is eating shit, that these trends, over the change of the mere content of these commodities, are a good thing. They are fastened, even in their resistance, to the system. The overlap then becomes clear, what these individuals essentialy stand in support for is nothing akin to the demands that the socialists were making a hundred years ago.
They would have it that the clock simply be turned back to the model of the socially democratic welfarist state which prevailed 60 or 70 years ago, whilst retaining what is about is revolutionary as a brand change in the commercial logic of production.
Argue with them, and you will eventually draw the point out: either they have understood the Marxist critique, or you have not. This adoption of socialist principles by these individuals online has become one in which an individual chooses the brand of their identity. The system of Marxist thought has been burried to history, and what stands atop it is something akin to Disneyland.
As a final note, I ended up two days ago arguing with someone, a 'socialist', who began to defend the pride movement on the basis that it was, again, socially progressive.
Them: "But Castro himself endorsed the pride movement in Nicaraguan media!"
Me: "Ah yes, Castro, notoriously the enemy of the CIA, who have come out even more triumphantly to endorse the pride movement"
Them: "You just wish to post pictures of Raytheon pride floats to engage in homophobia!"
Me: "Perhaps there is nothing inherently progresive about being a sexual minority. It is about inherently revolutionary as being Jewish"
Them: "No, there is nothing inherently revolutionary about being Jewish, but granting the rights to be Jewish is progresive!"
Ignoring the fact that, 50 posts before, I had summarised a critique of this position (the pride movement simply stands for the legal ascension of rights under the bourgeois state and not for the material liberation) I had to quite litearlly quote to them On The Jewish Question (1843) to make known not only the origin of this argument but the fact that it had essentially taken place 200 years before!
On the Jewish Question is such a key text to Marxist literature because it is the beginning of which Marx outlines his formal critique of the Hegelian Philosophy Of Right.
I feel like I'm going mad. You're claiming to be a socialist and yet you're expounding the most pro-capitalist sentiment possible.
But sit back and watch, as so-called socialists run to the defence of their bourgeois masters anytime a commodity with pretty pink colours emerges.

I am starting my makeup artistry business in a new city and I don’t know anyone. How do I market myself and build my clientele.

I started a new game with very little soil fertility in pretty much all fields, including Rye. Should I bother building a farm, or should I instead focus on trading for food? I do have a rich deposit of berries and ore. I know the game suggests building a farm plot of 1 Morgen but I'm not sure if that's just if the soil is good enough. There's a small bit of dark green fertile soil for wheat, but that's about it.

I enjoyed playing this game back then its an FPS game on mission 1 takes place in the Forest at night 1st weapon was a pistol with silencer but later on i swap it with a machine gun, it was a hard 1st mission cuz it was so dark to notice where the enemies are so sometimes you wouldn't notice the bad guy is at your back ready to kill you. And then mission 2 your at a City in a warzone the environment is so bright because of the sunlight that its so hard to see the enemy guns muzzle flash, thats all i remember from that game i didn't even finish mission 2🤔😑

I know games frequently get removed from PS Plus Extra, and I was a bit surprised to see a DLC expansion on there that requires you to own the base game separately. This made me a bit worried about how it works, as DLC licenses are something entirely different from the usual standalone game.
Unless city living stays on PS Plus forever, or even in the event of me cancelling PS Plus, is it going to redact my license to the DLC and therefore either corrupt or make it so that I can’t play any of my existing saves without buying the DLC? (Which I’d never do, the price is extortionate even when it’s on sale)
It makes me a bit worried to even download the DLC if there’s a risk of this in the future. I’m not sure how it would work, as to my knowledge, we haven’t really had a precedent for this before.
If anyone else is concerned, I advise either starting a new save or duplicating your existing one before playing The Sims 4 with the City Living DLC, just in case you get locked out eventually.

Today I decided to do a simple research project anyone can reproduce: make a list of 100,000 elements in your favourite UI library.
Why would I do something like this? We're all being told that modern UI libraries are "blazingly fast" and I really don't like this kind of marketing. Plus, I'm trying to find a suitable solution for developing cross platform applications, and I figured why not put them to the test?
Why such a big number? Well, I'm on the same PC that can run games with Ultra settings with millions of particles interacting with each other, so 100k shouldn't be that much, right...? right? (yeah, I know, GPU acceleration plays a big role here, but I still have 32GB and some 16 core at my disposal)
This post may sound like a rant, and it partially is, but it's also a way of contributing and maybe show some weaknesses that may be fixed in future releases of these libraries.
So, let's get to it:

• Tauri: it works just fine! Ok, it's not Rust doing the heavy lifting here, the underlying browser is clearly doing some clever list virtualisation (i.e. not rendering invisible elements) that you can spot it if you move the scrollbar quickly (source)
• gtk-rs: no visible virtualisation, but no lag either when scrolling. It does lag a bit when selecting elements though (source)
• Slint: it looks like the frame rate decreases a bit, the CPU usage is almost 50% on one of my cores, but definitely usable. I did find a weird issue though: dragging the scrollbar from top to bottom is not mapped correctly, I need to overshoot by quite a bit with the cursor to reach the bottom of the list (source)
• Iced: frames are skipped, the entire UI is laggy, the CPU core where the UI is running jumps to 100% (source)

Bonus: non-Rust libs

• Flutter: unusable. There is almost a 1 second delay between frames when dragging the scrollbar quickly (source)
• Jetpack Compose: it doesn't even start (not in the hardware accelerated emulator, nor on an actual device), it crashes trying to create the list. With 10k elements it manages to launch the app, but it's super laggy and after a couple of taps Android brings up the "app is not responding" popup (source)

Feel free to share your own findings!
FAQ:

• Did you build in release mode? Yes
• Flutter has a new rendering engine that should be faster, have you tried it? Yes, both Skia and Impeller were tested with similar results
• Jetpack Compose is not cross platform, why did you test it? Because JetBrains is using it to build Compose Multiplatform that would then make most things work seamlessly on iOS, Android and Desktop

Conclusion:
IDK, just use web tech for any UI I guess? Or go straight to Bevy or Unity or Unreal Engine if you have 100k elements. These were not satisfying results :(

Hello, here is the fourth and last background story from my campaign,
I'm getting ready for our second session very soon and hope to share some props here !
In the meantime, I hope you'll enjoy reading this short blacksmith background (french version)!
Need a new blade? You could visit Kordgrimm, he has just opened his shop in the port district.
You won't find better in Novigrad, this dwarf comes straight from Mahakam!
Yes, it's not common for a dwarf to settle in Novigrad, especially with the cult of eternal fire rampant, but he hardly had a choice, luck was never on his side.
His parents were killed in a pogrom in Aedirn when he was very young. He and his brother, Grimgar, were saved by a defender of Makaham: Brograr 'the Wall'. He is a living legend among the dwarves. During the pogrom, Brogar and three of his warriors made their way out of the city, saving around twenty non-humans in the process. Brogar is said to have held back and killed a dozen attackers while his men opened the city's heavy gates.
Once safe in Mahakam, the blacksmith Brukk took Kordgrimm on as an apprentice, while Grimgar joined Brogar's company. Korgrimm spent many long years assisting Brukk in his forge. Listening to the steel sing under the blows of the hammer, watching the flames sculpt the blades, feeling the calluses forge on his hands under the strain.
However, once trained, he had to open his own forge. Working as an assistant to another blacksmith was not the way to build your reputation - or your purse...
And that's why Kordgrimm found himself on the road, heading for Kaedwen. With Brogar's first medal, his brother's mace and a set of blacksmith's tools from his master, he set up shop in the small town of Acolet. But bad luck struck again. Shortly after his arrival, another blacksmith in the town was murdered. Kordgrimm was accused and, although he was cleared, a woman named Sélène Repse remained convinced of his guilt. She came to see him one evening in his forge and tried to take justice into her own hands, but her dagger was intercepted by a flaming poker. Kordgrimm is still a blacksmith and a dwarf, he didn't let himself be fooled so easily. During the brawl, he pressed Selene's face into the blazing fire of his forge.
He had no doubt of the repercussions his act would have. Selene was much loved here: he had to flee. He left Acolet that very night, and took advantage of the darkness to head for Redania. Wandering the roads without the comforting warmth of his forge, Kordgrimm turned to gambling to earn enough to satisfy his hunger. What began as a necessity eventually took over his mind, turning him into a compulsive gambler.
And so, to satisfy his addiction, he found himself in Novigrad. Gambling capital. The capital of crime, where his services would be required. A capital corrupted by the eternal fire, making dwarven blacksmiths of his calibre rare.
He needs money and customers. What's more, an elven blacksmith is also rumoured to have opened a shop in the same district as him. So Kordgrimm is determined to prove that he forges the best steel in town.

So I have been putting out about 2.5 mil or so on caretaker in 1 phase. Then I'll see a teammate with like 6 mil. I just came back to destiny 3 seasons ago and only got into end game stuff this season.
So I'm guessing I don't understand what perks/weapons are the best. I watch YT creators and build videos. However I would really like PVE kings to tell me the best perks and what they actually do,from what I understand alot of perks do more than what they're describing

Something weird happened while playing in PS5
Me and a group of 4 friends where in the middle of a match, when the lights went out. Initially I thought only my lights went out, but than 2 friends of mine messaged on messenger their lights had also gone out at the same time. I though ok, it might just be the state or city checking the lights on specific neighborhoods. Shortly after another of my friend's that lives about 30 minutes from me also had their light went out! The craziest thing is that my last friend lives in Florida, and surely enough his lights didn't go out but they flickered for a few seconds. This has never happened before, so it lead to speculation. Some of us have Xfinity so we thought it could had been through them that the whole house lost power? Than we also consider that somebody sent an attack to our group (I mean is it even possible, I have been kicked out of the game before randomly in a match). Maybe we all just have bad wiring by the PS5 and that caused a chained?
Has somebody experienced anything similar?

Starting this masterpiece on PC again.
Having just watched Shogun on HULU, do you guys think historically the show would of taken place before or after this game? Opening scene has tons of boats, I’m assuming the Portuguese are the ones who showed them how to build them and opened their trade routes. I’m thinking shogun first then GOT?
Also, what’s the best graphics settings for visuals SMAA TAA, or DLAA. Can’t really tell much difference.

Rusty Stargazers [US + EU + AUS + Africa]
Ever wanted to get in on the ground floor of a wormhole alliance? Now is your chance! We are currently a small, but growing, alliance focused on building a life in a wormhole. We’ve recently settled into a C1 and anchored an Athanor, now we are working on expansion and growth. We are looking to grow a community of PvPers, ratters and miners into a solid wormhole presence. We’ve got a good community who help each other out and are all adults with families and real lives that come first. We’ve got a few long-time veterans with the skills, ships and ISK to match that status, as well as a handful of returning players from several years ago, as well as some true new players in the ranks. Our experienced, active veterans love teaching and guiding players in all aspects of the game, from PvE to wormhole living to PvP and we encourage each player to do what they find fun and enjoyable.

At this time, we do not have skill point requirements, or any form of required activity and are really just looking to expand the ranks with a few good pilots to open up access to more content for everybody. Our only requirement is that you’re able to laugh at yourself. While we’re just getting started we’ve made phenomenal progress in only a few short weeks. Most of us have a small to medium PI set up within the wormhole, and we have an Alliance buyback program for all materials made, so you don’t have to worry about getting the goods out of the wormhole.

Our current road-map is as follows:
Short-term we’d like to get an active mining fleet to mine that delicious moon-goo and make best use of our Athanor
In the medium-term we’d like to get a solid core of players to run Incursions, as well as potentially add more structures to our current wormhole
Long-term we’d like to expand our wormhole presence into higher-class wormholes

Our current activities include:
Running L4s within the alliance
Small-gang PvP fleets in wormhole space (with the occasional lo/null-sec roam)
High-sec mining fleets to chill and meet new players and grow our ranks – we generally base these in the area around Amarr / Penirgman

If you’re curious about wormhole life and would like to see the process from the ground up, or want to join up with a low-stress, friendly group of players and expand your knowledge of the game exponentially, give us a buzz! We’re looking for both individual players and corps that would like to join us. We currently have a dedicated US corp, a dedicated EU corp, and a dedicated S. African corp, but we’re looking to cover all the timeslots.

Our discord is https://discord.gg/VK5vtQsQ, our in-game public channel is RUST-PUB or contact Jim Macdole in New Eden!

You are basically plopped into the fantasy world: In any empire city that isn’t currently falling apart (lol) with clothes that fit the setting. Your only knowledge from the previous world is warhammer lore you knew. You can basically be the advisor from the games in terms of knowledge if you’ve read enough: Who do you support? What stories and lore do you tell and to who? —Explanation: I am currently writing a campaign setting for table top role play and I am trying to collect cool in-lore stories/rumors/legends my players can stumble upon, but going through wikis is not as interesting as hearing tidbits or stories people find memorable. I’d love to incorporate your favorite in-lore story as a rumor yelled at the players by a raving lunatic on the street! Or even as a tablet found in an ancient ruin. Stories and lore from any and all races.