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Rogue Company

2018.05.31 03:10 onylight Rogue Company

The developer supported Reddit home for Rogue Company, a free-to-play multiplayer tactical third-person hero shooter developed by First Watch Games and published by Hi-Rez Studios.
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2021.02.06 05:58 Tank4Thank MissingToys

Missing TOYS is a comic series that centers around a Hidden Organization Known as The Mystery Agents aka MTA, They investigate The Unknown such as The Bermuda Triangle, Robots, Other Species dissapearances, and finally The Brev/Honnaluken moutains where dissapearances happend there. A newbie to this group being Bonus, A Teen with 0 experience in this Hidden organization will experience what MTA is like on the inside.........
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2017.04.25 13:23 [Declassified]

Conspiracy, Conspiracy Theories
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2024.05.19 01:38 Limitless-21 Holiday Builders are the worst builders in the country.

Imagine being told the house would take 10-13 months to build. And then imagine being assigned a crappy construction manager named Kevin Thornton and waiting 18+ months for the completion of your home, who seemed to only been hired because his brother Chris Thornton was already a construction manager for the company.
Being told 4 false closing dates. Having to lose a good interest rate because they don’t know how to build a house within a reasonable time. I’ve seen whole apartment complexes built in the time we’ve been waiting.
Having to reach out to said construction manager and the sale consultant Zac Davidson every single month to get an update when you were told you would get an update roughly every two weeks. Being lied to every single month. Trish is also a dishonest unprofessional woman who constantly dodges phone calls and lies about everything.
Finding a crappy job being done in the primary bathroom shower and them having to rip it out and start over again, because part of the shower wall was bowing out into a triangle shape and the small square tiles were not flat and straight with tons of extra grout around them. Having a crappy grading job where 1/3 of the back yard is unusable. And nothing can be done about it, Holiday Builders just loves cheap labor.
Going through a full roll of blue painters tape to point out all the flaws in the construction, where the manager will run out of tape, but luckily we brought some to continue using half the roll. And they still didn’t fix everything the first go around, where we had to call them back multiple times to fix the issues described at the first walkthrough, after closing. You’ll find paint on every single door handle in the house. And paint splatter all over your floors. Different caulking colors used on the countertops right next to each other. You’ll ask them to paint the water access water into the home because it looked like crap the first time and then they’ll make it worse and also paint the grass and gutter runoff as well because they simple don’t give a hoot about anything.
They even had to rip up two parts of the yard to have water and septic lines in place inspected because they forgot and now we’re stuck with even more shitty grading and yard work because of that.
They’ll schedule exterior stuff after laying sod down that end up leaving the yard dug up and not manicured and looking like trash. And then you’ll wait weeks for them to come fix it.
They give you a smart door lock that’s supposed to come with the Rekeying tool, but they won’t give it to you for unspecified reasons, even though you paid for it. You’ll ask if the front door lock is a smart/Wi-Fi compatible one. They’ll say no, but after reading the manual you’ll find out it is. They don’t even know how the products they’re installing works!
Being told a shower door for the primary bathroom isn’t even included after finding out 1 week before closing, seems like their architects failed physics, because water still gets out the shower with a door there if it’s it recessed. Finding out that something as inexpensive as cabinet handles are not included and finding out after the first walkthrough that they’re an “expensive upgrade”, when it was never mentioned during the upgrades selection. Why would I upgrade to 42” upper cabinets and soft close but not op for handles, does that make sense to you. Paying nearly 400k for a house and they can’t even do these simple thing’s correctly or offer these simple things as standard. What if someone had a disability and opening cabinets without handles is extremely difficult for them. Holiday Builders doesn’t give a single hoot about you if that’s the case.
When blinds and a refrigerator and a washer and dryer and a garage door openers are already not included. I would expect the said things above be STANDARD! And a sales consultant that only cares about his paycheck and his ego, than the customer named Zac Davidson, who won’t let you know certain basic things are an upgrade. Zac Davidson is a man that gets his feelings hurt when he gets caught in a lie and starts to be disrespectful when he doesn’t agree with something you’re trying to explain to him.
Holiday builders doesn’t care about the customer. They only care about their wallets. They’ll rush to get the CO before having everything installed. In hopes of you signing before notice they put a hole in your drywall while installing your shelves. Or better yet the construction manager won’t even walkthrough the house prior to have any touch ups or fixes done before the first walk through. We found out our water heater wasn’t even hooked up correctly after closing. Holiday Builders are real comedians.
The trades that they hire can’t even get simple things done like paint and caulking and not painting the floor and door handles, we basically covered the whole house in blue tape and only 50% of it was taken care it. 50% of the trims around the door frames were missing paint and the other 50% looked like a blind man painted the door frames, thick goops of paint and splatter everywhere. They’ll even make sure the caulking where the base boards meet the dry wall has spider web cracking in every single ROOM. Every single one of these trades and construction managers need glasses because I do not honestly understand how you can be proud of your work and let customers find this type of garbage work.
We were so fed up with this process we ended up just fixing all of the issues ourselves. Don’t build with them unless you’re okay with paying for upgrades on basic things that should be standard and you’ll have to ask the construction managers like they’re a 4th grader if they completed their homework. And having to do all the basic touch ups yourselves. It’s extremely frustrating and sad that I can’t be excited about being my first home because of this shitty fucking experience. Also any response to this review will be taken as passive aggressive, if you state that this was taken care of because it wasn’t, everything still looks like shit.
The plumbers and septic company they use suck too. We’re still dealing with sewage smells in our home that they can’t figure out. Constant back ups due to poor plumbing ventilation and workmanship. The plumbers came to investigate and didn’t even have any of the right tools or equipment to do anything and had to borrow my equipment. If you’re wondering which clowns they use. Naber Plumbing and Brain David Septic.
They even under size the AC unit tonnage for the home. Your AC will run for 18 hours a day. I found that they didn’t even seal the area for where the cold air comes out the air handler. It was just blowing all the cold air into the AC room and into the attic. Mechanical One don’t know what they’re doing and Holiday Builder takes shortcuts everywhere they can with undersizing your AC unit and going with the cheapest labor.
Every single builder in the area builds homes faster than these clowns.
Holiday Builders suck. Ever heard the saying lazy people work twice. Everything about their workmanship is trash. The construction managers do not inspect work done by the trades after it is completed. Their scheduling sucks too. They lie about everything, every step of the way. Don’t build with them. We’re still finding issues every single damn day with this house. Don’t make the mistake of building with Holiday Builders. Build with Maronda or anyone else other than this clowns. Zac Davison sucks. Trish sucks. Chris Thornton sucks and his brother Kevin Thornton sucks even more, Steve Pettko sucks. Chris Cubillos Suck.
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2024.05.19 01:34 Initial-Hurry8026 Thoughts on what an extraordinary achievement Helldivers 2 is, from a veteran live service game developer

Hail, fellow Helldivers!
I’m a game dev with over 20 years experience, half of that on live service games or MMOs, all of it on core combat for action games, on game teams ranging from 10 people to over 600.
I play a ton of hard co-op action games, and I was a huge fan of Helldivers 1. I’m honestly in awe of how good Helldivers 2 is, even after the hundreds of hours I’ve put into it, and how they’ve sustained the pace of updates for so long after launch.
Yes, this is a throwaway Reddit account, I wanted to share some of my thoughts without inviting death threats.
Development
This game must have been in development since shortly after Arrowhead’s last released game, Helldivers 1 (plus whatever DLC and maintenance), so, 8 years give or take (I sent Pilestedt a congratulatory email, but presumably he’s drowning in them, haha).
I ran into the devs at GDC 2019, shared a few drinks and we talked shop about our similar games. They were super cagey but very excited about what they were working on, even moreso when they found out I was a huge fan of HD1. They were clearly already deep in development of HD2 at that point.
This has been discussed elsewhere, but it adds to how impressive this game is: this is the same engine (Autodesk Stingray) as Helldivers 1, a top-down game with 2D gameplay and much lower visual fidelity. Stingray is no longer supported by Autodesk as of sometime after 2018, so most of the features HD2 required would have been built in-house by Arrowhead. To my knowledge there’s only one other studio actively using the engine, and that’s Fat Shark, the developers of (most recently) Warhammer 40,000: Darktide.
The AH team has grown massively in size over the past 8 years. I don’t have the exact numbers, but it’s a 5x to 10x increase in size. Scaling up that fast and not ruining your company culture is super hard, and you can see plenty of other studios that have tried to grow so they can build bigger games and have fallen apart doing it.
Helldivers 2 easily has a AAA level of polish. I’ve gone back to HD1 recently, which at the time looked and played super well, and the improvements are night and day. HD2’s production values compare favorably to any random AAA game released in the last few years
Weapons
Building first or third person weapons to this level of quality is extremely expensive. A unique gun for a AAA first person shooter might take 4-6 weeks of artist time and the same (or more) of designer time to set up and tune the gameplay. For any completely new type of weapon, factor in around 6 months of animator time, and a few weeks for a variant that has a different reload animation or similar. E.g. all rifle-sized shotguns might use the same base shotgun animation set, but the continuous reload shotguns would have a different reload animation than the Breaker family. Then you need VFX and audio too.
Vehicles are even moreso, taking months for each, more if they can seat multiple players or have points that contact the ground (e.g. wheels).
Environments
Building environments that look this good is expensive even if you know what you want, having built a prototype version, you then have to iterate on it while you refine the gameplay and then build the final art. Building environments that look this good and are procedurally generated in as freeform a way as in HD2 is mind-boggling. Let alone doing that in a way that runs fast enough. Sure once it’s all up and running you have a ton of variety for relatively cheap, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen the proc gen create a serious gameplay problem, and that indicates very clever design and thorough testing.
AI
AI that works as well as this is expensive to build, and typically computationally expensive at runtime too. In games like Call of Duty or whatever, you have a static environment, with maybe 10-20 active AI at a time, prebuilt navmesh (which is a hand-drawn or generated map that allows AI to move around the environment without having to calculate valid geometry constantly at runtime), and level or encounter designers have hand scripted a lot of what looks like emergent AI behavior. HD2 can’t do any of that; there can be hundreds of enemies active at once, the environments are procedurally generated, AND terrain can be deformed, buildings can be destroyed etc. The AI can’t be scripted to the same degree as on a static map, probably the devs have hints that are procedurally added to the world and not much more. It helps that all of the enemies we’ve seen so far are the “implacably advancing” kind, typically they don’t have any complex behaviors, and instead the design of the character themselves and their attacks carries the gameplay. Smart design. The Illuminate in HD1 were much sneakier, it’ll be interesting to see how that faction translates to a full 3D game with a lot more enemies active at once.
UI
This game has a lot of quality of life features that it’s easy to take for granted, but are hard to build, and hard to retrofit to an existing game, for example:
· A zoomable, pingable minimap (IMO this is a best-in-class minimap implementation)
· A ping system
· Battlepass implementation allowing for not expiring old battle passes.
And all of this is UI-heavy, where UI is one of the most expensive things to make in AAA games. Every project I’ve shipped, UI has been a bottleneck. It doesn’t help that every company basically builds a UI system from scratch, since engines rarely have something shippable built in, and Scaleform (the most prominent UI middleware) went away. And then it takes a ton of iteration to get to a point where a feature is powerful and intuitive to players.
Gamefeel
If you play much of the most highly-regarded AAA shooters, you might not like the feel of some of the weapons in Helldivers 2 by comparison. They often feel slow to use, hard to aim, and punishing of misses, bad timing or bad positioning. Some of this is a polish thing and probably isn’t intended, e.g. scopes that look janky in first person, misaligned reticles and similar stuff. Most of it though looks deliberate, and supports the gameplay they’re laser-focused on building. The weapons are largely useful in very specific situations, and are not power fantasy moments for the player. There are serious tradeoffs, including “if I’m caught by a melee enemy with a Recoilless Rifle out, I’m in trouble”, the most powerful support weapons preventing you from bringing a shield, the snappiest weapons typically only being useful against weak enemies, etc. Most mass-market shooters sacrifice this extreme level of tradeoff in service of making the game feel better to play, and can lack gameplay variety as a result.
Given all of the above, most of the content that Arrowhead has released post ship must have been built alongside the rest of the game. It’s unlikely that they’re able to turn around 3 new weapons, new giant enemies, new mission types etc every month for several months in a row building them from scratch since ship. And yet, the game at launch still felt complete. This is a hard balance to strike. I wonder how much near-shippable content they have in their war-chest, and whether they’ll be able to generate more quickly enough to satisfy the appetite of the community on an ongoing basis.
Balance
Typically on a live game, the same designers build gameplay, ship it, and then balance it in patches post-ship. Sometimes a studio will have a separate “live team”, either dedicated, or rotating members of the dev team through it, but this isn’t common and it doesn’t look like Arrowhead splits the team up like this.
In any case, players always ask why developers ever nerf anything, and it’s for three reasons:
· Typically only a small number of things (weapons, abilities, heroes) are dominant, and a very large number are OK or weak in the current meta – buffing everything else would be extremely expensive, and since it’s the same people doing this work and building new content, it’d reduce the amount of new content the team could make. So it’s much more efficient to tamp down the overpowered things as a priority, and buff some other options at the same time.
· “No nerf, only buff” results in player power creep over time, which makes the game easier, and eventually will require a correction either in the form of a large scale nerf pass or buffs to enemies – both of these are bad: players hate widespread nerfs, and buffing enemies can put the game in a degenerate state where lethality is skewed, or only the best players can compete because they have all the best gear, or you end up in an arms race between player design and enemy design as both teams try to react to player feedback or overall game difficulty.
· Having a small number of overpowered things is much more destructive to a varied meta than a small number of weak things. Say you have 100 abilities and 3 of them are overpowered. Well, now everyone’s only using 3% of the possible content. Say you have 100 abilities and 3 of them are too weak.The other 97% is viable. Overly simplistic, clearly there’s a gradient, but you get the idea.
BTW the pace at which Arrowhead has updated balance is extremely fast for a large PvE game. Some small PvP-only games can react this quickly to a developing meta, but on large-scale games it takes weeks or months of testing and platform certification to ship balance updates on consoles. And “hotfixes”, i.e. very quick responses to critical issues, have a high level of scrutiny on them, i.e. lots of justifiable red tape, and often require crunch.
Community Interaction
It’s extremely rare for developers from large studios at any level to talk directly to the community, mostly because the gaming community burned those bridges long ago, by doxing devs they don’t agree with, sending them death threats, or just generally abusing them publicly and anonymously. No way in hell would I be public facing, and no one at any studio should be required to unless it’s explicitly part of their job. And even then, I feel for community managers. Direct communication from devs is a precious thing, and not one that should be taken for granted or used as an avenue for abuse.
*Salutes* to Arrowhead
Huge, huge kudos to Arrowhead. This game is an absolute triumph. To go from a small team making top-down games, to a medium-sized AAA team that shipped a game that catapulted right to the top of the most-played charts and game of the year lists and has stayed there is a massive accomplishment. I hope you’re all seeing a big payday from this success!
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2024.05.19 00:49 SilverMarinus My extensive guide to Hanzo playstyle post-nerf

Losing the one shot is definitely disappointing, however I don't think the character is dead. I know there's been a lot of hopelessness in the Hanzo community, but my aim is to help you guys improve your game so you can still excel on Hanzo and feel like a GOAT. In this post I'm gonna talk about the general playstyle that works for me on Hanzo, and how to adapt your playstyle based on the enemy comp. And at the end I'll put a couple tips for improving your aim.
Hanzo still has some distinct advantages that he can leverage against his enemies. His wall climb is amazing for a medium range hero, considering most other heroes either can't access high ground, or need to commit cooldowns to get there. Storm arrows are an incredibly consistent kill tool at medium/close range. And having a leap every 4 seconds, combined with wall climb, gives you the ability to be just as slippery as you are deadly. And of course, sonic arrow lets your whole team have wall hacks 50% of the time, and on defense, lets you see the enemy comp before they even come out the doors, allowing you to plan your positioning accordingly.
The thing is, most people think that hanzo is a long range hero, but he's really not. The only time you want to be shooting enemies from long range is before the fight to do pressure, get ult charge, and potentially get a pick on any hero that's taken chip damage. It's not about being a goat and hitting long range headshots. It's about proper medium/ close range positioning and proper timing, to make your shots easy to hit.
The way I play Hanzo is as a medium range pressure hero with incredibly high dps. You don't want to hold long range sniper angles on your own, you want to be active in the fight from medium range and use your slippery mobility to take off angles and high ground at opportune moments. Getting kills at close range is incredibly consistent with Hanzo, you just can't expect to get a 5k with headshots only. You want to take an off angle to get a kill or two with storm arrows. Then as soon as the enemies turn to react, use your leap and wall climb to escape.
It sounds crazy but you want to play on a razor's edge of feeding to maximize your damage output. Push in close from an off angle near your tank to get easy headshots and storm arrow kills, but always be one leap away from safety... Whether that's a high ground to climb up to, or just leaping back into your team.
I've also had some success with full committing on a hard flank, but the key is timing. You want to get behind/to the side of the enemy backline shortly after the two tanks clash. When the enemy supports are tunnel visioned on helping the frontline, THATS when you pop around the corner and take your shots on the supports and burst them with storm arrows. Best case scenario, you kill the supports, then the DPS, then finish the tank in a perfectly executed pincer attack. Worst case scenario, you distracted the supports and made people turn to shoot you, while the enemy tank is left with no support in the frontline.
There are times where it's better to just spam from main, and I'd say that's usually when your tank has a distinct disadvantage against the enemy tank and both are fighting in the frontline. Keeping constant pressure on that tank can help sway the matchup into your tank's favor, or at least make space for them. But of course, killing squishies can still carry games.
DIVE COMPS:
The other time to stay in main with your team is when the enemy team has flankers/ dive heroes who can kill you if you are isolated. Generally in those matchups, I just try to focus on hitting shots on the threatening mobile heroes. They won't push you if they're half HP. In these cases, using yourself as bait can be very effective.
Let's say there's an enemy Genji, you should play slightly outside of his dash range while also being near your healers. He will want to dash at you, but he will fall just short of hitting you. Then you can pop your storm arrows, but don't shoot. He will instinctively deflect. Now, suddenly the Genji is in the middle of your team with no dash and no deflect, while you still have a full volley of storm arrows. Similar tips can be used against Dva and Winston as well.
Against Wrecking Ball, it depends. You don't wanna try to kill him, just force him out. If he rolls back to his team, keep putting out pressure. But if he chooses to escape BEHIND your team, try to hit him with a sonic arrow as he's leaving, then you can tell where he's going. It helps a lot.
Against Tracer and Sombra, Keeping tabs on their position is key. Sonic arrow is good to scout flanks. Plag near your team, but DONT PLAY BEHIND YOUR SUPPORTS. Play in front of them. The ideal scenario is that they target one of your supports, then you can turn and shoot them while they're tunnel visioned. Your burst damage is high enough to often kill them, or at least enough to force them to run away and reset. When you do force them away, try to estimate how much time you have before they come back, and use that time to apply pressure to the frontline.
But let's say you werent able to scout them, and don't know exactly where they are, but you know they're lurking somewhere. Take a shot at the frontline and then do a 180. Literally check the flank after every shot. Good flankers generally wait for you to be distracted by the frontline before they pounce. By shooting the enemy tank and doing a 180 turn, you can keep applying pressure while still being able to react to the flank at a moment's notice.
This last tip is SUPER risky but it works sometimes. Sometimes when I'm facing a Dive comp or lots of flankers that are rolling me, I will actually flank as Hanzo. I will hide in a concealed area behind the enemy team and then when I'm confident that the flankers are in my backline, I'll start attacking the enemy backline. The reason this works sometimes is because when you're facing flankers, they will be lurking around YOUR backline. But if you're lurking in THEIR backline, you're essentially on the complete opposite side of the map from them and they'll have no clue. This is a strategy that pro players called "trading backlines". If the enemy flankers are going to kill your backline anyway, you may as well target their backline too. After all, Dive comps don't usually peel for their own backline, they commit to killing yours. This works especially well when they're hard targeting you specifically. The last place a flanker expects to find you is in their own backline.
POKE COMPS:
The name of the game is map control. A big mistake Hanzo players make is trying to ego duel hitscans from long range, banking on hitting long range shots to win. Straight up, don't do that. It's ok to aim for hitting one body shot to keep them in check or force them off their angle. Sonic arrow also helps deter them from peeking those angles. But the way you beat those long range heroes is getting up close and dumping storm arrows into their face. I will literally get close enough so that I could literally leap into their face and melee them to finish them if I wanted to. 3 storm arrows is 225 damage, to body shots or one headshot is 240, so getting leap-melee finishers is actually very useful. I KNOW it sounds crazy to play this close, but I urge you to challenge your beliefs about Hanzo. Your damage output is so high that you will beat pretty much every long range hero up close. Storm arrows are ridiculous. Though medium range storm arrows are fine if they're unaware of you or have cover to escape to.
Against Ashe, just remember that you have plenty of ways to delete Bob. Headshots while jiggle peeking from cover, or storm arrow headshots, or even using dragonstrike to melt him if he's near the enemy team.
And against widowmaker, use your sonic arrow to scout her specifically. If she's bad, she'll stay scoped in and let you line up headshots. If she's good, she'll hide for 5 seconds or take a new angle. This means you can push up while she's given up the angle.
Against poke comps, you know that you're always safe in cover, because they have no flankers. So as long as you're controlling the angles and bullying the enemy off of their angles, you will win over time by controlling all the space and winning the objective.
BRAWL COMPS:
Brawl comps are generally slow and tanky, and usually only good at close range. And many of the brawl heroes have big hitboxes, making it easier to hit them from further away. Hanzo LOVES playing against slow brawl comps. With your mobility, you can bully them from angles where they can't even contest you. Even if you don't get kills, you can farm ult so fast that you can zone them off the objective with dragons and do tons of damage to their clumped up team. Just don't spend too much time focusing the tank, because if they have lots of healing you probably won't kill them. Though you can still pressure the tank to make them fall back to buy space for your team.
RUSH COMPS:
Rush comps are kind of a hybrid between dive and brawl, and so many of the tips for both will apply. You want to put out lots of pressure, and take off angles when you can. BUT!!! You need to rotate back to your team sooner than you normally would. You might think you're safe from a decent range on an off angle, but a Lucio speed amp or Junker Queen shout, Rein pin, or Moira fade can let them rush you down much faster than you'd expect. Don't get greedy on your off angles, and dont expect kills. Even just hitting a shot or two to bait out defensive cooldowns like Shout, Wraith form, etc can lower the enemy team's lethality and make them hesitant to rush. If a rush comp gets a numbers advantage, they can pretty much run your team down for free. So don't get greedy.
Also, the baiting tip works well with rush comp too. If you're playing near your team, you can be in the front just behind your tank and bait the enemy team to rush you, and then you can quickly leap away and climb to high ground. Now, you're on high ground above a ground-based comp that just wasted resources to push you. You simply need to watch your spacing and use your slippery movement to dodge the rush. Just remember to play in sight of your healers incase you do take some damage.
People HATE Hanzo to a degree that is completely irrational, and they will literally feed their brains out to try and kill you. You can use that to your advantage. He has the mobility and burst damage to slip out of arms reach and burst them down, making them even more tilted, making them feed harder.
HOW TO IMPROVE YOUR AIM:
A HUGE tip that I've barely heard anybody talk about it a really simple one: Don't focus your eyes on your crosshair, focus your eyes BELOW your crosshair. Essentially you just aim at head height but focus your eyes on the enemy's body. Because it's much easier for your eyes to track a moving body than a moving head. Once I started doing this I noticed an immediate difference.
My personal favorite way to warm up my aim is a custom workshop code for an improved practice range: AJERA
Before every session, I go to the area by the roaming bots, and press interact on the blue orb near the ledge. It will spawn a flying Pharah bot. Then I climb up to the various high grounds and practice shooting Pharah from different ranges. Its hard at first, but once I can hit shots on her semi consistently, then I know I'm ready to queue.
And for practicing close range consistency, the central area has an orb that spawns a Lucio bot who jumps around and wall rides within an enclosed area.
The custom practice range also has a blinking Tracer bot to practice on, which is nice.
The only thing it's missing in my opinion is a jumping Genji bot, but there are other custom codes that have those like VAXTA, which is also good.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading! I hope these tips are useful for you. I know a lot of people are choosing to boycott Hanzo, and I respect that. But for me, I want to keep playing him and prove that he can still carry.
Now get out there and make your enemies tilted. ;)
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2024.05.19 00:29 LeThomasBouric Millennia of the Storm [F]

So, I wrote up a little intro to an RP I was taking part in with a friend, and it kinda... Spiralled.
I quite like what I ended up writing, so I'm sharing it here. I think I did a good enough job offering up an interesting angle on Stormcast.
For a bit of context; Améline is a Knight-Questor, and Gorgo is a mortal she's taken on as almost like an apprentice. Gorgo heard about this 'storm-goddess' that was immortal and couldn't be beaten, and glory-hungry tried to first defeat Améline in a fighting competition. Long story short, Gorgo got knocked out so early she didn't even get to fight Améline, but she ended up getting to train under her instead. Gorgo's grown quite a bit over the training, which includes getting traumatised by fighting Chaos alongside Améline.
Gorgo also has six snakes on her head instead of hair.
The reference Améline makes to being worshipped is that, well, she's pretty much a goddamn superhero. She inspires others, and because she's a demigod born from Sigmar some of that becomes outright worship, which she doesn't know how to deal with.
Out in the field, Améline could put on her sigmarite war-plate in just a bare few minutes, a skill refined by repeated necessity. Here, in the safe confines of the fortress, she could afford to take her time, slowly easing on each piece of her gear onto her body and tightening the leather straps until her armour was securely placed. As she did so, Améline quietly whispered prayers of warding to her armour in one of the secret tongues of Azyr, taught to her by her Lord-Relictor, Herakes Who-Carries-The-Firmament-And-Laughs.
Améline smiles to herself as she remembers when Herakes had let her in on a secret; the prayers by themselves, unless charged with arcane or divine power, did nothing for her armour. They were simply tools to focus the mind before battle and calm it with rote.
"And a Retributor-Prime needs all the focus they can get." the venerable Lord-Relictor had laughed. Scant moments later, she would watch him be eviscerated by a Bloodthirster while bellowing oaths of . But Améline liked the memory of that day regardless, and was thankful that it hadn't been one of the ones taken from her by the Anvil of Apotheosis. Try as she might to put the pain of loss from her mind, Améline missed the uncomplicated camaraderie of the Blackhammers.
It had been simpler in the early days of the Realmgate Wars, she muses to herself, not for the first time. Not easier, not by any measure. But Améline's world had been the Stormcast she stood shoulder-to-shoulder with, the enemies at her front, and the survivors she had rescued. Lord-Celestant Phionas gave the Retributor-Prime her orders, and she would enact them as best she could or die trying. She was surrounded by siblings who implicitly understood her in ways others struggled.
She hadn't stood out; she'd just been another warrior in Sigmar's army.
She hadn't been been a hero that people looked up to; just another Stormcast fighting to free the Realms.
Améline hadn't been worshipped back then.
And now...
Améline hears a knock on her door, and releases a quiet breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding.
This was nostalgia talking, she reminds herself. Cherry-picked memories of a hellish period of war, further pared down by numerous Reforgings. It had likely been just as messy back then too; she'd just managed to overcome the problems that had plagued her back then. She would do so again with the present, and whatever might come in the future.
She just wished she had the Blackhammers again, she thought mournfully to herself, before slowly easing herself upright, going over to the door and opening it.
When the door is opened, Améline finds herself looking down at Gorgo. The quiet gloom of the Stormcast's thoughts pervade further; though now she knew Gorgo was on the road to recovery, she couldn't help but see the young woman's trials marked all over her body. Not just in scars, but in the way she carries herself.
When Améline had first met Gorgo, she'd been a strutting peacock of a warrior, staring proudly right into Améline's eyes as if challenging the Stormcast to refuse training her. Améline hadn't begrudged the youth's pride; instead, she took it upon herself to let Gorgo remake it into something more productive, and healthy for the warrior. Améline remembered how her snakes had flared outwards, looking like the crest of a multi-coloured tropical bird.
The product of that training now stands before her; wan, tired, her shoulders slumped by weights that couldn't be seen by eye, but pulled her down terribly nonetheless. Even her snakes lounged down over her scalp and shoulders. Gorgo still looked up at Améline's eyes with a strange kind of confidence, born of experience rather than arrogance. Whatever her agony, Gorgo wasn't broken yet.
It still sent a pang of pain through Améline's soul to see her student seem so diminished. Perhaps the life Gorgo had chosen would have inevitably led to this moment, and thanks to Améline she would survive it; but that didn't stop Améline's mind from furiously rebelling against Gorgo's misery.
Would that the battle against Chaos had ended with the Realmgate Wars.
The words 'I'm sorry' had almost left Améline's lips when Gorgo pushed a spear into Améline's hand. The Stormcast immediately recognised it; it was Gorgo's choice weapon, the one she brought to training pit and battlefield alike. It was sturdy, a product of good craftsmanship and materials, and the tip was meticulously sharpened until it could pierce flesh and armour with but a thrust. Below the tip hung a stone carved with a rune that Améline didn't understand, but had seen Gorgo hold onto tightly when she thought no one was looking.
Améline had never seen Gorgo give that spear to another person.
"To fight the Khornates." Gorgo blurted out, pre-empting Améline's question. "You're going to need every bit of help you can get."
Gorgo shifted her feet, starting to turn as if to beat a hasty retreat, but Améline stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
There was so much that she wanted to tell Gorgo. The countless words welled up inside the Stormcast; how proud she was of Gorgo, how much she regretted failing the young warrior, how Améline wasn't worthy of training her, and just how dearly the Stormcast wished she could shelter Gorgo.
Instead of all the thoughts that swirled around her said, Améline said, almost surprising herself;
"After the Gorestorm is beaten, we're not going to train."
Gorgo flinched, and looked up at Améline with a hurt, betrayed look. Améline didn't know where her tongue was leading her, but it continued speaking for her;
"For a few weeks. Until then, I want to spend some time with you."
"You already do when we train." Gorgo mumbles, but the hurt in her eyes abates, and she starts looking curiously up at Améline.
"We're going to spend some time together at rest." Améline clarified, her voice becoming firmer as her thoughts slowly coalesced into coherency. "Theatre, dances, taverns. Whatever you want. My treat."
"Is Allassía going to be there?" Gorgo groans, and Améline's heart lightens as the young warrior's mood lifted. She might be grumbling, but by this point Améline knew when to recognise pantomime.
"If she wants to." Améline lightly replied, and was rewarded with Gorgo theatrically rolling her eyes, as if her lips hadn't just ticked upwards in a smile at the thought of spending time with her Hurakan rival.
And then, Gorgo seemed to throw away any last pretence of annoyance as she surged forwards and wrapped her arms around Améline's waist. For a moment the Stormcast wondered if Gorgo was trying to wrestle with her, before the warrior's sudden stillness revealed that she was instead hugging Améline.
"Thank you." Gorgo grunted, with a sincerity that broke Améline's heart a little. "For everything."
The words bubbled up once more from the dark recesses of Améline's mind, but this time she quieted them as she wrapped an arm around Gorgo's shoulders and hugged her back. There would be time for them.
But later.
Gorgo held on to Améline for a while longer, before just as abruply as she initiated the embrace, she broke from it. She took a step back with a laugh, put her hands on her hips, and looked up into Améline's eyes with some of her old, cocksure fire.
"Say hello to the Chained Butcher for me." Gorgo commanded, and Améline couldn't stifle her laughter before it bubbled up from her throat, hale and hearty and utterly taking her by storm. Gorgo joined in with Améline, before turning on her heel and strutting down the corridor, leaving Améline alone with the spear.
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2024.05.19 00:23 Weird_Instruction_74 I wanted to share with you all a bit of rationalization for why you shouldn’t just dismiss all “orbs” as dust and other prosaic objects. I see this constantly in many subs ”alll orbs are dust” not quite…

I wanted to share with you all a bit of rationalization for why you shouldn’t just dismiss all “orbs” as dust and other prosaic objects. I see this constantly in many subs ”alll orbs are dust” not quite…
I wanted to share with you all because paranormal subs shit all over anything in “orb form” without taking in how dimension works, or that many UAP’s take the shape of an orb, and orbs are also used in ancient art to depict “time travel” etc. an orb or a sphere is one of the most energy efficient shapes in 3D. I’ve shared many “orbs” to my own page.
Many experiencers don’t share because they’re met with negativity and mocking accusations, calling us “insane” and “schizo”. It is so emotionally draining to share such personal experiences and to be met with hostility by people that haven’t had these experiences for themselves, nor do they quite understand how dimension works. I personally want to share SO MUCH of what I’ve learned over the last 2 years since I began my awakening/experiencing anomalies myself, but it really is soul sucking, I’ve mostly just stopped. Occam’s razor needs to take a back seat to anomalous phenomena, there just isn’t a simple way to explain such complexity, and that is what most people jump to without asking questions for clarity, just make immediate assumptions, and mockery.
here are orbs in ancient art/hieroglyphics traveling through space”
Check this out a sphere visits flatland and take it up a dimension, instead of a sphere entering a 2D plane appearing as a line, imagine a 4D shape entering our 3D plane, and think of what we would see. We would see only a portion of its shape along the cross sections of our plane within length, width and height.
Orbs:
example
example
example
example
another example of an ORB manifesting out of a clear blue sky and turning into white light
example of my captures vs Gov releases
tesseract (4D shape, cube within a cube) shadow/UAPif you watch that Sagan video explaining the 4th dimension (linked above) you’ll understand this. Like the projection of a 4D shape would be a 3D shadow, similar to our 3D shape is a 2D shadow.
here is an example of a shadow of a hypersphere, as well as a side by side next to a lens flare so you can see the difference in texture. I’ve also included a few other orbs, and examples in sacred geometry, as well as an atom and antimatter, upclose they look like giant atoms with quarks inside
“shadow” of entities in a projection of the mask of mars, and a “djinn” (that morphed from the green orb i attached above) holographic theory
large black shadow ORBS close to the ground, and appear larger because I used a polarizing filter, and they REFRACT light because they aren’t made of matter (all matter REFLECTS light) which is why these appear as a blacker than black shadow
Not my capture of an ORB making a crop circle through frequency and vibration
Pentagon ORB shaped uap
gimbal ufo (I attached my own side by side next to this one, as well as my capture next to the Mosul ORB)
The difference in corporeal objects and dust particles and such is mostly the speed (they are so fast that you just can’t see them at 30fps/real time, my videos are recorded in super slow motion, which is 8x slower at 240fps/1080p), texture, and the sharp angles they turn, or shooting straight upward (lack inertia), even their actions showing intelligence for how they move, or react to being recorded.
Please keep an open mind, realize that we humans literally see just .0035% of the ENTIRE electromagnetic spectrum, or what we call “visible light”, and also try to imaging what a 4D shape would look to us in 3D, add in there that the only reason we perceive 3D is because of the reflection of light, a good example of this is a flat screen tv, or looking in the mirror. Both are a flat surface that give the perception of 3D. Rationalize that if a 4D shape/being were above our plane, we would only see its shadow, (like our 3D hand projecting a 2D shadow puppet on a flat wall) or if it entered our 3D plane, (think poking a hole through a piece of paper, and a 2D “flatlander would see just a line) all we would see is a “slice of an apple” (reference to the Sagan video I linked above).
Overall, please humble yourself a bit and don’t respond with anger, ridicule and sneering. Ask questions to better understand instead of make immediate assumptions. These experiences are deeply personal, and so complex that even this long winded post is barely the tip of the iceberg. There is an active Psyop to keep experiencers quiet. We’re downvoted to hell, mob mentality kicks in, and people see “oh, this person is in the negatives, they must be full of it!” and the flow of condemnation ensues along with name calling and armchair Reddit psychologists. I can assure you, I’ve already gone through phases of thinking I could have possibly lost it. Ontological shock is incredibly difficult to go through. I’ve compulsively studied to attempt to make sense of my own senseless experiences to keep myself sane, but I’m not going to lie, it felt like I could have possibly lost my mind when this began for me if I weren’t as strong as I am, I really had to ground myself, so have some empathy and respect with your responses to people that try to share with you, even on Reddit.
Thanks for reading
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2024.05.18 23:58 AustralianChrono Chronologica's Drag Race Season 6: Episode 1- Prove Your Worth

Chronologica's Drag Race Season 6: Episode 1- Prove Your Worth
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In a bright yellow wig, her hair up to high heavens, and a massive black coat with a pair of matching black boots that go up to cover above the coat, Molly Moppit walks in. With a smile on her face, Molly Moppit looks up at the pink wallpaper of the room. “I want that.” Molly smirks, ripping off her coat to reveal a minidress made out of the same pink wallpaper of the werkroom. “Mopped it!”
Molly looks around at the empty room. “…and nobody here to see me stun.” She shrugs. “Pity for them!”
Molly Moppit: “I’m Molly Moppit, and I’m here to run away with the competition.” Molly winks.
“This table’s cuuute.” Molly looks over at the table, before running to a sculpture on the side of the workroom and trying to pull at the sculpture, before realizing it’s glued to the floor. “FUCK!”
Molly Moppit: “I am currently based in New Jersey, but I'm a New York staple, as well.” Molly grins. “First and foremost, I’m a NEW JERSEY DRAG QUEEN.”
“What about the…” Molly swipes at a coat hanger, tucking it behind her back.
Molly Moppit: “Being an Atlantic City Queen means being ready to do what you can to survive. It’s a cutthroat lifestyle, and that’s fine. It taught me to host, perform, serve looks, make ‘em laugh… and it’ll help me to win.”
“You saw nothing.” Molly smiles.
A lone tumbleweed rolls into the werkroom as clouds of red dust fill the entrance. There are two loud bangs, and on the far wall of the room, two bullet holes tear into the eyes of a hanging portrait of Chronologica.
Molly looks over as the portrait falls to the ground, the glass of the frame shattering loudly. When she looks back, a masked bandit stands amidst their midst, blowing smoke from his old-timey pistol. In a cowboy hat, long black jacket, beaded vest, and denim chaps, Ethan Angel-Eye glowers, his nose and mouth hidden behind a vigilante’s black bandana.
The room is silent for a long moment.
Molly Moppit: “It’s a Mexican Stand-Off. And I’m NOT talking.”
Molly and Ethan stare at each other.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “Please welcome the best performer this side of the Mississippi, your very own Apache-Dakota bandit vigilante drag king, and the only person here who actually needs to win. I’ve beaten Kaneq and Vitória in lip sync competitions, I’ve out-danced professionally trained celebs; I’m unstoppable onstage and I’m always providing that debonaire dastardly Western rogue fantasy. I’m Ethan Angel-Eye, and I’ve got my eye on this crown.”
“The fuck are you supposed to be?” Ethan asks, looking Molly up and down as he strides into the room, his voice low and gravelly.
“I’m Molly Moppit, what the fuck YOU supposed to be?” Molly raises an eyebrow.
Molly Moppit: “Are we cosplaying as ugly men this season?”
“Cute.” Ethan brushes past Molly, and then hops up on one of the werkroom tables, sinking into a menacing squat and looming over the space like a vulture.
“It’s pinker here than I thought it’d be.” Ethan glares, looking at her wallpaper look.
Molly scoffs. “Course it’s pink. Do you watch the show?”
“Do you watch the show?” Ethan parrots back, doing a crude impression of Molly’s voice. “I breathe this show.”
Ethan Angel-Eye: “I am not a pretty faerie princess, and I am not everyone’s cup of tea, but I know how to win this, in and out. Some petty little bitch isn’t getting in my way.”
“Ooooh, he’s a hater. Love.” Molly laughs, looking up at Ethan as he perches on the table. “What’s your name, my little masked bandit? Here to take some shots at me?”
“Ethan Angel-Eye.” Ethan cocks his head to the side. “My shots don’t miss.”
“Neither do mine.” Molly smirks.
Ethan looks around, as he realizes a button of his top has gone missing.
A tall, proud Indian woman struts out from the werkroom entrance, with many elaborate blue hair clips and a strikingly long blue gown which cascades in wave-like shapes behind her into a long train. She gestures broadly with her hands, emphasizing each syllable of her words as if they’re the most important thing anyone’s ever said. “WA-TER-FALL!!!!”
Niagara Halls: “New York in the HOUSE what-what!! Hey divas, it’s me, your Desi-American god-DESS of season 6, here to bring upstate pageantry and that Canadian border flair to your screens. I KNOW I’m serving as a pageant fashion icon in this entrance look, you can’t tell me otherwise. Don’t I look GORGEOUS?!”
Niagara Halls twirls, the blue gown’s long train wrapping around her feet, then swirling back out again, where it smacks Molly in the knee.
“Um, hello, waterfall woman.” Molly exclaims, pulling away to avoid being smacked again.
“Hello, hello!” Niagara Halls waves an emphatic wave to Molly and Ethan before daintily picking up her gown’s train with one hand and gently striding to sit at the werkroom table Ethan is perched on. “How are we?”
Molly reaches over and snatches a hair clip from Niagara’s hair, causing several long brown locks to tumble into Niagara’s face.
“Oh! You–” Niagara looks baffled. “So it’s gonna be THAT kind of season!”
Ethan rolls his eyes, looking decidedly down at the two girls.
Molly laughs. “No, oh my gosh! I just love these clips! Where’d you get them?”
Niagara pulls the fallen hair out of her face and clips it into another one of her clips, chuckling. “You WISH I would tell you. You could use the help with that mop!”
“MOP!” Molly bursts out laughing. “You don’t even know!”
“What’s your drag, what’s your name, who are you both? I need to know who I’m demolishing here.” Niagara smiles a huge smile, talking with her hands again.
“But where is the clips from?” Molly asks.
“I-” Niagara looks into the mirror.
“...You didn’t buy the clips?!” Molly says dramatically, putting on a gasping face. “Who did?!”
“What’s your names?” Niagara smiles awkwardly.
Niagara Halls: “My Drag Mother helped with the outfit! I don’t know!”
“I’m Molly Moppit.” Molly grins. “Atlantic City roya–”
Ethan interrupts. “Ethan Angel-Eye. And you’re Niagara Halls.”
Niagara enthusiastically tosses her hair (and all of its clips) back and forth. “I KNOW you know me, that’s right, that’s right!”
Ethan nods. “You lost Miss Toronto to Vitória Benedita.”
Niagara gasps.
Niagara Halls: “How did this MAN KNOW me?!”
Ethan Eagle-Eye: “Does no one look at reddit on their way to the season? Scope the competition out.”
A mysterious black mist seeps through the entrance of the werkroom, followed by a devilish laugh. Lokii struts in, and flips a green cape, revealing their face and leather-clad body. Golden horns, almost corrupted with black veins connected to his face, just from Lokii’s forehead. In thin black hands, Lokii holds a corrupted golden scepter and a smoke machine. She smirks, and her Londoner accent is obvious when she speaks. “I am Lokii, of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.”
“We’re all stealing something, aren’t we?” Molly jokes.
“I don’t get it.” Niagara says.
“Loki. Marvel.” Ethan says gruffly.
“Welcome, nerd.” Molly smiles, as Lokii runs over.
Lokii blushes deep red. “Oh my gosh. Hello!”
Lokii: “I’m Lokii, and low-key? Aye, I’m pretty bloody psyched to be here! I’m 22 years old, visiting from across the pond by way of South London, and like, I’m pretty new to drag, but cosplay has been a huge part of my life since I was really young, and I’ve felt really called to take it in this new direction!”
“So are you really called Lokii? Like the Norse god?” Molly investigates every inch of Lokii’s outfit.
“The… Disney character?” Niagara ponders. “I don’t watch superhero movies.”
“They are.” Ethan flexes his ankles, looking at Lokii with an intense stare. “You’re the Tumblr cosplayer, right?”
Lokii nods, smiling. “Yeah! Loki was the first character I did in cosplay. We have a long history, he and I!”
“And so you came to Chronologica’s Drag Race dressed up in your little Marvel cosplay character!” Niagara chuckles nastily.
Lokii laughs awkwardly, making their way to the table. “Yep!”
“You look incredible, by the way.” Lokii smiles at Niagara. “This is a really beautiful garment.”
“I KNOW, baby, thank you.” Niagara smiles daggers. “You’re pretty new, right?”
Lokii looks surprised. “Oh, I–”
“JUST teasing!” Niagara laughs.
Lokii: “I have.. Not been doing drag, that long. But I have been crafting, designing and MAKING things for years. I think that’s my edge…” Lokii smiles slightly awkwardly.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “So far, the girls are…childish.”
“Wait, what’s this?” Lokii picks up a brown paper bag on one of the werkroom tables and reads something written on it in sharpie. “Barf bags…for if you gag too hard?”
Niagara makes a face. “What the fuck?”
Suddenly, in a sculpted silver one-piece with sharp ridges and bulky shoulders, a stylized mop of blonde and pink curls, super-shadowed fierce makeup and chunky black boots with chains, Lady Gag arrives. In an exact recreation of one of Lady Gaga’s looks from the 2009 VMAs, she purrs. “Dirty pony, I can’t wait to hose you down.”
Ethan makes an obvious look of disgust. Niagara stops laughing very suddenly. Molly laughs even harder.
“HEAVY METAL LOVER!” Lokii yells, before covering her mouth as if she is in fear of being too loud.
Lady Gag: “When our Lord and Saviour Gaga said ‘No matter gay, straight, or bi', lesbian, transgender life?” Lady Gaga smirks. “She was talking first and foremost about me. Are you gagging? I’m Lady Gag, foremost Gaga impersonator of Miami, Florida, and the most gag-worthy woman known to man. Mama I am known to man, if you know what I mean.”
Lady Gag strikes poses in the entrance, twisting her arms into strange shapes and cocking her head at strange angles. “Everyone, just imagine Alejandro is playing over this.”
“I’m imagining it.” Molly says, smiling and still laughing.
Niagara looks nonplussed, Ethan looks dismissive, and Lokii looks shy, but Molly warmly greets Lady Gag with a firm handshake.
“Welcome, Miss Gaga, welcome! You’re giving very 2000 and late! I’m Molly Moppit. Atlantic City roya–”
“MRS. Moppit.” Lady Gag stops her, putting a hand up. “Don’t try to read me with those smile lines and bags under your eyes. I’m 2000 and fresh off the boat if you ever saw it. You will not be coming for me on this, the day of my arrival.”
Molly’s jaw drops. She looks thrilled.
Niagara smiles softly. “You’re going to talk about her looks when you’re a copy-and-paste baby? LOVE to see a tiny little fighter.”
Niagara Halls: “The good thing about doing drag that’s literally on the Canadian-American border is that I can leave the worst of both sides behind. Canadians, watch out: I will NOT be apologizing for my shade! And I can say THIS… who the fuck is Lady Gag?”
“Your shade needs work, I think.” Lady Gag says. “It’s about as dark as midday in FLORIDA. I would know.”
Ethan’s eyes give away his smile. He sits back on the table, relaxing for the first time, to listen to the girls snip back and forth.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “I’m watching these girls, and I think, good. Let them fight. If this is the energy first day, they’re never gonna be able to focus on a challenge, and that’s perfect for me.”
“I BET you would know Florida pretty well!” Niagara shoots back. “That contour job looks pretty Florida Man to me.”
“I am a WOMAN and you will treat me with respect!” Lady Gag yells dramatically.
Niagara looks confused, almost as if she is unsure if Gag is playing into the shade or not.
Molly chuckles. “Girls, girls, oh my gosh! This is gonna be fun as fuck.”
Lokii looks utterly horrified and speechless.
There’s a sound of heels approaching, and the contestants turn to look at the entrance.
“Please give me another crazy bitch,” Molly joke-pleads. “Please!”
In a heavy, blood red reconstructed kimono covered in pearlescent white beads, Shiseido Red slowly struts into the werkroom. Her hair is bold, black and sculpted upwards into a towering beehive, and her silhouette is intricate, yet the restructuring of the kimono lets her show off her legs. “Paint the town red?” She cackles. “Baby, just paint these lips.”
Shiseido blows a kiss. Lokii whoops.
Ethan’s eyes glint with recognition. “An old bitch. Thank goodness.”
Niagara vigorously applauds. Lady Gag still looks caught up in the fight from before. Molly looks concerned, before putting on a smile.
“Oh, it’s YOU!” Molly yells.
Molly Moppit: “I know Shiseido from the New York scene. I travel around the area, and she doesn’t.” Molly smiles.
“Ahh, you’re here!” Shiseido ignores the others around her, looking straight at Molly. “Would you take my bags to that corner of the werkroom over there?” Shiseido asks, pointing to the farthest (and largest) dressing alcove.
“I’d rather not.” Molly drops the playful facade for a moment, as the two look at each other.
Shiseido Red: “Darlings. I’m Shiseido Red, and I’m no spring chicken. I am 45 years old and proud–I have a long legacy in New York City that will outlive any of these basic-bitch children. I was a princess of the 90s club scene and now, I’m their grand duchess. In my scene, we’re all about originality, ingenuity, innovation. So… nothing like what most of these kids are wearing.”
Lokii scurries over to Shiseido. “This kimono is incredible.”
Shiseido smiles curtly. “It’s certainly one step up from a costume, yes.”
Lokii looks awkwardly.
Molly tries to roll one of Shiseido’s suitcases from where it’s parked near the entrance and fails to move it despite pulling with all her strength. Nobody seems to notice.
Molly Moppit: “Damn it, I was going to take half of her shit- subtly!”
Niagara waves a broad hello. “HELLO NEW YORK! I’m SO glad you’re here, these girls are all WHORES so far.”
Niagara goes in for a hug, but Shiseido moves away.
“I’m sorry…do I know you?” Shiseido asks, clearly baffled.
Lady Gag loudly guffaws. Niagara laughs once, awkwardly.
“Oh, yes!” Niagara blushes, pulling away from her failed hug and gesturing wildly with her hands. “I’m Niagara Halls, mama. We worked together at–”
“All you young girls blend together for me.” Shiseido shrugs. “Name doesn’t ring a bell.”
Molly, laughing under her breath, opens Shiseido’s suitcase while she’s distracted and snatches a blonde curly wig.
Molly Moppit: “I don’t get along with Shiseido. But I know this- she has good wigs… and I KNOW that old lady is a smart bitch. Whether or not she actually knows Niagara, she won’t admit it. Throw the girl off. I see you, mama.”
“Aha.” Niagara looks put off. “No worries. It was just last year when–”
“Hello, children.” Shiseido addresses the group like a troop leader. “I fear you look as bland as expected.”
Lady Gag starts up again. “GIRL, this is not–”
It’s Drag Time!
Chronologica steps into the werkroom, and the gathered contestants gasp in shock–except Ethan, who looks over passively.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “Interrupted at 6. So it’s a split premiere…which hasn’t happened since Season 3. Just, of course…of course it would be…”
Molly hurriedly closes Shiseido’s suitcase and tucks the stolen wig into her top. Lady Gag, Niagara, and Lokii rush over towards Chronologica excitedly, while Shiseido and Ethan take their time, making eye contact as they do.
Hello, racers! I’m thrilled to welcome you to the fantabulous Season 6 of Chronologica’s Drag Race! Here, you’ll be competing for the chance to win a spectacular crown and scepter from Moxie Maniac jewels, plus an extra-special grand prize of $100,000.
Everyone cheers and applauds.
One of you could become the next Drag Superstar…orrrr one of the other bitches who shows up next week could snatch the crown away from all of you. This week is your chance to prove your worth before any of those nasty skanks come and get in your way.
Lady Gag: “Quite simply, yes. We ALL know Gaga is THE queen. I can guarantee I’ll be the one to get her her crown!”
For your very first challenge, you’re putting on a premiere talent show. Show us what YOU can do that no one else can, and show us who you are. First impressions count! And you’d better hope it’s not a countDOWN…good luck! And don’t fuck it up!
Shiseido Red: “Believe me, for some of these baby girls? The countdown’s already started.” Shiseido smirks. “I’m prepared for a talent show. I’ve been talented since I was born.”
~
Later, the monarchs strip out of their entrance looks and claim their dressing areas.
Shiseido Red: “For this week’s maxi challenge, it’s time for us to showcase our abilities in a talent show. But first, it’s time to get to know each other.”
Without a word, Ethan picks up Shiseido’s heavy suitcases and moves them to her preferred corner.
“A gentleman.” Shiseido smiles, looking at Ethan’s bandana. “My faceless guardian.”
Ethan chuckles. “No. You’re just not my mark today.”
“Your mark? Alright. You’re an assassin, of sorts.” Shiseido ponders. “Mhm.”
Shiseido Red: “Ethan is giving some sort of Bessie Big Sky-Jupiter Sterling story…but evil? It’s a very specific take, I’ll give him that…I’m at least…curious.”
Ethan looks serious. “Assassin. You could say that.” Ethan retrieves his own bags and puts them next to Shiseido’s, just as Lokii enthusiastically hurries up towards the two-person dressing alcove.
“Oh, sorry!” Lokii says, chuckling awkwardly. “I would love to uh, room with Shiseido, here, uh, the other girls are kinda mean and–”
Ethan looks over, one eyebrow raised.
Shiseido makes a face. “Baby. You’re not old enough to be here.”
Lokii blanches. “No worries, then.” She scurry off.
“...If she bantered back, I’d have had her.” Shiseido responds.
“The baby queens can’t take it. No surprise.” Ethan grumbles.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Niagara, Molly, and Lady Gag each make for separate adjacent dressing stations. Lokii stands awkwardly in the middle of the room.
Lokii: “The producers very clearly told us that we had to share 4 of the dressing rooms, two racers per room. But none of the girls are willing to share with each other… what’s … happening right now? Where am I supposed to go?”
Niagara carefully changes out of her blue gown and puts on a comfortable yellow sweatsuit, then starts picking the clips out of her hair one by one. She watches Ethan and Shiseido across the room as Ethan takes off the bandana covering his face for the first time, then lets out the loudest gasp imaginable and throws her arms to the side, shocked. Blue butterfly clips fall to the ground everywhere.
Lady Gag gives Niagara a look in between racks of hanging clothes. “Diva, what the FUCK are you doing?”
Niagara whispers loudly. “Looooook!!!!” She aggressively points at Ethan, who is currently changing his shirt. Ethan very clearly and visibly has scratchy scruffy facial hair, and no makeup on the bottom half of his face.
Niagara looks gagged. “That’s a MAN, Maury!”
Niagara Halls: “I didn’t expect him to look like that, out of drag… kinda tracks, THOUGH!” Niagara cackles.
Lady Gag yells across the room. “Mister Ethan!”
Ethan looks over as he takes off his beaded vest and reveals his bare chest, clearly showcasing obvious top surgery scars.
Lady Gag looks back to Niagara. “Queens recognize kings. Are you gagging yet?”
“Not on your copy-and-paste eleganza.” Niagara shakes her head, then takes a step and slips on the fallen butterfly clips, awkwardly plopping on her butt.
Niagara Halls: “We’ve had many trans divas compete in this competition- me included. But is this the first trans man here?” Niagara ponders.
While Niagara has fallen, Molly sneaks in and grabs some more blue clips off the ground.
I’m ba-ack!
Chronologica waves from the entrance. Lokii returns the wave. Everyone else hurriedly finishes changing.
Our producers let me know that we’re having some trouble getting into our dressing stations. We do actually need you to share space, here, now.
Lokii: “I kinda was just waiting around- when they came in. I guess I kinda looked.. Awkward.” Lokii exhales. “This is a lot.”
Lokii nods. Lady Gag and Niagara roll their eyes. Molly tuts excitedly.
Molly Moppit: “I live for this drama, honestly. It’s so stuuupid I love it. I’m gonna make this shit eat up as much time as I can.”
“Our space is set, Miss C.” Shiseido says assuredly.
Great. So, which one of you three wants to share space with Lokii?
“I KNOW you’re not equating Miss GAGA to a Disney gay–” Lady Gag smirks.
Niagara shakes her head. “Well, I don’t think our visions are exactly aligned–”
Molly winks, looking at the others. “I’m not cut out for sharing…” She says cheekily.
Lokii stands awkwardly, a bit embarrassed.
Okay, fine. Which two of you want to share with each other?
Niagara scoffs. “The impersonator? That raggedy-ass mop bitch? I am not–”
Girls.
Chronologica looks annoyed.
Okay. Let’s be serious.
“No, of course, I’d love to work with Lokii in our space.” Molly smiles.
Molly Moppit: “I am a playful artist, but I do take this seriously- and I look around, and Lokii looks like a deer in headlights. It’s a competition. But I’ll make her feel welcome. I mean, she’s better then the Gaga impersonator and fucking Niagara Halls.” She takes a sip of her drink.

Molly Moppit: “Can we circle back to Lady Gag as a name? Like be inspired and be an orignator but LADY GAG?! I DON’T GET IT!” She bursts, interrupting herself from finishing her drink.
Shiseido and Ethan, who have returned to their corner, give each other a look.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “It’s just like the last few seasons. All the kids are incompetent. No surprise.”
I’ll leave you to it. Now. I’ll see you on the main stage. Let’s keep it professional, alright?
Chronologica departs, and Molly drags her singular small suitcase into Niagara’s dressing station. She drops the bag heavily, and all of the butterfly clips Molly has stolen spill out of it onto the floor.
“Where’s my clips?!” Niagara yells.
Lokii and Molly look at each other, and Molly giggles.
~
Chronologica goes to visit the racers.
Hello, Mr. Angel-Eye.
“Chronologica.” Ethan says gruffly.
Now, you’re drag family, right?!
The other’s ears pick up, as Ethan nods.
“Yeah, I used to be related to Bessie Big Sky. But we’re not talking about that, we’re talking about my talent show.” Ethan says, clearly displeased.
Shiseido Red: “Oh… Inteeeeerersting.” Shiseido purses her lips. “This makes a lot of sense.”
Totally. Well, tell me then, what ARE you doing for the talent show?
“I’m from Montana. We’re not basic-ass pageant queens, who haven’t fought for anything a day in their life-“
Niagara’s head turns over to Ethan’s conversation as she has caught interest, clearly offended.
Niagara Halls: “Wow.” Niagara is looking in a complete state of shock in her confessional room. “… Alright.” Niagara nods.
“…because life’s hard,” Ethan continues. “I was a rez kid, I was in the foster care system, I been through some shit. And I’ve picked up a few skills along the way. So I will be doing a Projectile Weaponry Showcase.”
Interesting. What does that entail?
“Pistols, throwing knives, bow and arrow, shotgun.” Ethan nods. “I’m a good shot, no matter what I’m shooting.”
Fuck yeah.
Ethan smiles for a moment, before nodding.
I was raised at my local gun club, over in La Perouse, Sydney. I know a good few weapons. How are you going to make it dragged up?
“I do it my way. Ethan Angel-Eye is the evil Indian from cowboys and Indians. He’s a vigilante bandit, and these are a bandit’s weapons. I’ve got a story. I know what I do in my performance space- to me, the art stands for itself. I don’t need bells and whistles, because this has never been done before.”
If you keep us excited, well that’s all that matters.
Ethan nods. “I will.”

Niagara Halls.
“Chronologica.” Niagara smiles.
Now, you’re a pageant Queen. How is that going to impact you in this competition?
“Well, MAMA!” Niagara says excitedly, talking with her hands. “For me, it’s about serving. I’m pretty, I’m gorgeous and I am not scared to CUT a bitch when I want to.” Niagara draws a line across her throat with one hand.
Chronologica chuckles.
Tell me, what are you doing for the talent show?
“Yodeling.” Niagara smiles brightly.
…Yodelling? Are you a singer?
“NOT at ALL.” Niagara shakes her head. “Like, I’d probably say I am a bad singer.”
Then…why are you yodeling?
“For me, it’s about standing out. I wanted to deliver something no one has really done, make it camp, and then stun on the runway.” Niagara tongue pops.
But do you feel like you are able to do this well? If you’re not a singer-
“I feel like it’s an opportunity to showcase what I can do, and make it fun.” Niagara smiles.
Okay. Well, good luck…
….
Molly Moppit!
“Shhh.” Molly whispers, pointing Chronologica to outside.
I-
“Let’s chat outside; I don’t need them hearing.” Molly whispers, as the two walk to the smoking area outside.
The others look confused as the two disappear.
“Cigarette?” Molly hands one to Chronologica.
Is that from my packet- Okay, tell me, Molly, what’s your talent show?
“For me, I do really take my drag seriously.” Molly smiles. “But I don’t need them all to know that, initially.”
I get it. So, what are you doing for the talent show?
Molly whips out a packet of notes.
Chronologica grins.
“I’ll be presenting onto the main stage, MOPPING DUTY. It’s a live freestyle Diss Track of the Cast of Season 6.” Molly smirks. “And I’ve got the notes for it.”
Why is it called… Mopping Duty?
“Because I am about to wash these bitches out and mop the crown, duh.” Molly chuckles.
Chronologica bursts into laughter.
I think that’s a fantastic idea.
“I don’t want them to know what I’m doing, because part of the work here is centered around making them react. I’m great off the cuff- and planned, secretly. So, for me it’s really important to get to embrace all of that.”
I am really excited to see how you do it, Molly.
Molly grins. “I am too.”
Molly Moppit: “I am going to blow these bitches out of the water, they just don’t know it yet.” Molly winks.
~
The next day, the racers twirl into the werkroom and get ready for the talent show.
Lady Gag: “It’s time for the talent show, and I’m ready. Are these girls ready? Well, they should be, because… I’m coming for them.”
“So, what are you bitches doing for the talent show?” Lady Gag asks, plaiting her hair. “I mean, I know some…”
Niagara starts to yodel.
Ethan rolls his eyes.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “Bitches. The way these children talk.”
“I’m not a bitch, first of all.” Shiseido says. “So let us start there, lookalike.”
“Okay, I was just talking like us girls do.” Lady Gag scoffs.
“Do you know actual Drag Queens?” Shiseido asks.
Lady Gag rolls her eyes.
Lokii whispers under her breath. “So much shade…”
“I’m doing a Stand-Up show.” Lady Gag flicks back her hair. “I’ve been told I’m a funny bitch, so-”
Everyone looks surprised.
Molly Moppit: “She’s a comedian?” Molly bursts into laughter. “Oh, let’s be honest, her biggest joke is her name!”
“Have you done comedy?” Lokii asks.
“Actually, yes.” Lady Gag smiles. “In my room, to my family…”
“Love.” Niagara clicks her fingers. “Werk, bitch, creativity…”
Shiseido Red: “I am starting to notice something. These girls claim to be experienced, knowledgeable- but then, you speak to them, and suddenly they’re like ‘I’ve done this… at home.’ Lacking experience. It SHOWS.”
“I am a designer and club kid.” Shiseido smiles to herself.
“I’d love to hear about what that was like.” Lokii interrupts.
“Well, if you survive the first week, you might hear it.” Shiseido says swiftly.
Lokii looks to the left, then down.
“I’m doing a megamix to 90s club anthems, and designing a look all the while.” Shiseido nods.
Shiseido Red: “This will allow me to put my best foot forward instead of dancing the stage up and down, something I… can’t do as well anymore.”
“That sounds… fine.” Niagara shrugs.
Niagara Halls: “Like, BORING…and honestly, I don’t see it for her?!” Niagara laughs. “OH, the shade of ME!”
Niagara giggles to herself.
“What are you two doing, Molly and Lokii?” Ethan says, surprising the two.
“I’m not talking about it.” Molly winks. “You can wait and see.”
Ethan purses his lips.
“I do wonder if it’s going to be anything of note.” Shiseido says.
Shiseido Red: “Molly has a…not-so-great reputation, in New York. I’ll be honest, she’s never been notable to me, though. Beyond the theft jokes.”
“Well, you gotta wait and see.” Molly winks.
Molly Moppit: “Keep it fun… until you make the move.” Molly smirks.
“I am a bit of a nerd.” Lokii says.
“What a surprise.” Lady Gag jokes.
“...Finish your thought.” Ethan looks at Lokii.
“I’ll be repeating the plot of star wars, with puppets.” Lokii grins.
Everyone once again looks around awkwardly.
“Well, I’m excited for MY own talent show, because it sounds like I’m winning.” Lady Gag says.
“Don’t count your chickens yet, Miss Copypasta.” Ethan responds.
Lady Gag rolls her eyes for what appears to be the 10th time.
Lokii: “I… don’t think anyone gets me here.”
“The cosplay newbie… and the puppets.” Shiseido whispers, shaking her head to Ethan. “The impersonator who does stand-up in her bedroom. The tone-deaf girl singing, and the thief who probably doesn’t even have talents of her own. Great.”
Lokii: “But I have crafted an entire concept. I’ve sewn and made these puppets, made a comedic story and saga- and if there’s one thing I do believe in, it’s the lore. It’s my knowledge in the cosplay, nerd space…”
Lokii giggles, playing with her puppets.
Lokii: “Lokii, you can do this…” Lokii gulps. “I think.”
“Who’s.” Niagara claps. “Gonna.” Niagara claps. “GO HOME FIRST?!”
“You, bitch!” Lady Gag snaps her fingers.
“RUDE, RUDE!!!!!” Niagara yells.
“Not me.” Molly whispers into the camera and winks.
~
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2024.05.18 23:53 Ortho_Six Hardwood Floor Refinish Blotchy

We had our hard wood floors refinished by a contractor. This job was done with a water based system. We have lots of windows in the home and despite the immense amount of sunlight, they all look great, with the exception of one room.
The finish looks as if it had a rippling affect from a pool shimmer or almost like marbling, if that makes sense. It's aparent from all different angles and can even be seen without am immense amount of light. The contractor was slightly puzzled as to why the finish in just this room turned out like this, as it was not apparent in any other rooms. The photos don't exactly do it justice, as it is much more apparent in person and hard to capture with the camera.
Are we just nit picking if we ask to have this finish issue corrected or compensated for such a thing? Seems like something that shouldn't have been an issue given the rest of the floors finish is seamless.
We also had some of our GFCI outlets fried (of which they said wasnt them, until I had mentioned I had it on camera) and quite a few missed touch ups of quarter to one half inch strips around edges that were never stripped of old orange stain in high visibility areas that needed to be fixed. So it's not like this was the only thing, as we have had a few problems with this job.
Just want to make sure we aren't being "those customers". So please chime in.
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2024.05.18 23:48 AcceptableSet3916 "Jealous wedding guest ruins the money shot": An Essay About The Woman In The Photo

First of all, I would like to say THANK YOU to all of you that showed so much love to my first post ever in Reddit!
Since my girl Millie got too much hate for wearing white and ruining the best photo of the wedding, I decided to write her sad story and share it with all of you. It's a LONG tale, full of ups and mostly downs (TLDR at the end of the post). Sooo, grab some cookies and popcorn while I spill the tea ;)
******WARNING******** The story features what I believe to be unsettling content (pregnancy loss) for some. It's hidden as spoiler, so please don't click it if it's a sensitive issue for you. <3
Our story starts with poor young adult who shall not be named (because I don't remember her name). God (me) had big plans and challenges for her, as she started with 0 simoleons in an off the grid island, with hopes of her becoming a millionaire. She moved in the big island without money, a place to sleep, a toilet, nothing. The challenge goes like this: raise money from beachcombing, buy a towel to sleep on, buy a bush to pee in, snorkel, plant and build a life from zero. And, under no circumstances communicate with another sim.
This challenge was too difficult. The loneliness and hardships, the struggle to just survive and find food, led this young girl to her death by drowning in the middle of the ocean. It was too soon, so God decided to try this challenge again, giving the new sim a head start.
That leads us to the protagonist of the story, Millie Carson.
Millie Carson is a young adult who moved in the same island, like a castaway. All she found on that island was a towel, some planted trees, a toilet bush and a grave.
The ghost from the grave came often to haunt and tease her and finally became her enemy.
At first, young Millie tried to stay away from other sims but, since they kept coming and visiting, God decided that it was ok for her to have some friends.
Millie's neighbors were Miki and Ali, a happy couple with two babies. They kept visiting and bringing food to their poor young neighbor, since she was struggling so much. Millie grew close with Ali, who came swimming to her island sometimes.
Meanwhile, Millie learned some skills that earned her some money and food. She became really good at fitness, gardening and fishing. Little by little, she earned enough money to buy diving supplies and took up some diving photography and treasure hunting. All those helped her build a tiny wood home which finally had a toilet and a shower and even a fridge. Life was getting better for Millie, until she started having feelings for her married neighbor...
Millie was attracted to Ali: his long blond hair, his green eyes and dark skin. To her surprise, Ali was interested in her as well. She tried to fight it but it was over her own power to resist. They made sweet woohoo and became a couple, while he was still married with two kids.
Love makes you do stupid things and that's what happened to Millie. She fell in love with a married man and, surprise surprise, she got pregnant with his kid.
While on her 1st trimester, she visited her neighbolover's home to tell him the news. His wife, Miki, opened the door and the sight was unbelievable: She was pregnant as well, on her 3rd trimester. Millie chatted with Miki as nothing was wrong and even socialized with her kids for a bit. But it was now time for Ali to learn the truth. Millie pulled him aside and told him everything.
To her surprise, Ali was content with being a parent to their child. Millie felt his support and fell even harder for him, causing her to do the unthinkable: Woohoo with him all over his tiny house while his wife and two kids were inside! They woohood EVERYWHERE: The small single bed, the kitchen sink, the counters, standing... They almost got caught by Miki, but hopefully she was so pregnant that it took her an eternity to reach the woohoo spot.
Millie started thinking about their future. Tormented by her jealousy, she asked Ali about Miki. Miki's super pregnant belly was an indicator that Ali still loves and woohoos with his wife, two-timing both women. To her dismay, Ali confessed his love about Miki, but he was willing to keep his relationship with Millie. But that wasn't enough for Millie...
Without hesitation, Millie served Ali an ultimatum: It's her or Miki. No love triangles, no hiding. Her kid needed a father and she needed support as a poor young woman. All those pregnancy hormones made her unreasonable - she came between a happy couple and now she felt that her lover's wife stole him from her, even though they were already together! The irony!
Millie couldn't get over her feelings, so she invited Miki over and told her EVERYTHING. That she was pregnant. That the father was poor Miki's husband. Miki got even yelled at for sleeping with her own husband. Millie was out of control.
Like a tsunami, a force that couldn't be stopped, Millie called over Ali and told him to break it off with his wife. It was now or never. Ali did as told and suddenly Miki broke down crying, hating life and those two who ruined it.
Eventually, Miki left and the.. happy couple were finally alone. Millie asked Ali to move in and he gladly accepted. He even proposed and they stayed engaged until after their baby girl, Angelique, was born.
Meanwhile, even though Miki was hating them, she still came over with extra food like a good neighbor. But her relations with the couple never improved much.
The happy couple decided to get married. Millie wore a pretty but simple boho white dress, hair down and golden jewelry. But her joyful smile was the prettiest jewel she could wear. It was a lovely, quiet wedding on the seashore, during sunset.
Soon after, Millie got pregnant again but wasn't ready or happy for it. Unfortunately, there were some complications with the pregnancy and baby Donovan was born dead. They buried him under a lemon tree and cried for many seasons about him.
Ali started helping Millie with gardening, fishing and diving. But his dream was to finally earn his degree in Communications. He still had 3 classes to pass and then he could enter the PR world. He soon earned his degree with a low to medium score and was ready to start working. There was a huge problem, though...
The island was off the grid and he could not apply for the job, not use the very much needed internet. A decision had to be made: Should they live on this island forever, living off the land, or they should move somewhere else and follow Millie's dream to become millionaires?
The choice was easy. The couple moved to Finchwick, in a big cottage house with a big garden, front and back. They brought with them the plants they had gardened with so much love and also bought some chickens. Life was good for a while, baby Angelique was growing but woohoo life was... fine.
Ali found a job in PR and had to work all day, even from home. He had to polish his charisma and writing skills and meet new people. So, that made Millie a stay at home mom, a gardener, a housekeeper. But there was no time for her lifestyle needs: outdoor living and working out. She became frustrated and was always in a bad and uncomfortable mood. She had gained a lot of weight from her pregnancy, she hardly recognized herself in the mirror...All this bad mood made her cranky. Everytime Ali tried to woohoo with her, she had no drive. So, their love life went down the drain...
Meanwhile, Ali was doing great at work, earning at least 2000 simoleons per day. He had met many people, and one of them became a really good friend of his. His name was Gabriel and he was thin, with black short hair, dark skin and modern makeup.
Ali was tormented by his feelings when he hang out with Gabriel. He couldn't understand how a man can be attracted to another guy like that. He was open to the idea, but had never acted upon it. It wasn't the looks - Gabriel was pretty basic. But there was something about the both of them that made him feel... amazing. The attention he got from Gabriel, the friendship.. It was like they knew each other from another lifetime.
Every time Gabriel came over, Ali got excited. He was interested in his words and inner world, not only his appearance. One night, he couldn't take it anymore. While they were talking the backyard table, Ali started flirting with Gabriel. Things got heated fast and they shared the most beautiful first kiss. That was exactly what he always wanted to feel, but was missing from his other relationships. He proposed to have woohoo in the home office, while Millie and Angelique were sleeping unaware upstairs...
They woohood hard and many times. It was a total WoohooFest. Morning came and Ali, having not slept at all, got ready to go to work. He didn't forget to kiss his wife goodbye, but he spent the entire day thinking about Gabriel. By night, he had decided to ask Gabriel to become his boyfriend.
Millie on the other side, was getting better. She bought a walking machine and she often went swimming in the river. Her woohoo drive was coming back strong and that meant more time with her beloved husband. They started woohooing more often, but Ali was also missing Gabriel...
God suddenly had an idea! Ali should ask Millie to have expanded woohoo with someone else, and that someone else couldn't be other than (yes, you guessed it) Gabriel. Ali went on and asked his wife and God told her that yes, it would be fun! So, unaware of God and her husband's plans, she happily accepted to engage in multiple sim woohoo...
Ali was so excited! He couldn't believe his ears! He immediately called over Gabriel and explained the situation. Gabriel accepted as well and it was time for Gabriel to meet with Millie. Millie tried to get to know him but for some reason he was distant. She tried to flirt with him but he didn't reciprocate. Millie got embarrassed and locked herself in her room for some time, to recollect herself. It shouldn't be so hard, right?
At the same time, Ali made his move on Gabriel and they woohood. Gabriel was more than excited to get together with Ali. So, why not Millie?
After Millie got over her embarrassment, she came out the room. Ali proposed having multiple woohoo and they did it. Everyone had a pleasant time.
After that, they got together two more times. But, the last time, at Gabriel's house, was the final blow.
Millie kept trying to flirt alone with Gabriel, not getting the message but, DUDE. He was NOT into her. It was heartbreaking. She tried so hard for her husband, her self esteem and again, she was turned down. A second choice. She didn't deserve it. And then, she though about it. The flirt between Ali and Gabriel. How they would have woohoo, the three of them, but Gabriel was rejecting her. It was time for answers...
Millie first told Ali to end the expanded woohoo agreement. It was too much for her. He wasn't happy about it, but he agreed. And then, she asked the million dollar question: "What's going on between you two?". Ali tried to hide it, told her they were only friends. But God was starting to feel bad about poor Millie, so had her ask again: "WHAT'S GOING ON BETWEEN YOU TWO?"
The answer was like a knife, going through her heart. Ali loved Gabriel and that's all she needed to know. Their woohoo life was non existent before and now had found someone who made him feel better, more... alive! That's all Millie needed to know. She went over to Gabriel and try to make a last, desperate woohoo pass at him. Once more, he rejected her. It was all so clear. She was the third wheel.
Her ego and her heart were stomped on the ground, like a cockroach. A beautiful, kind, hard working sim shouldn't go through all that. She headed back home, to the privacy of her bedroom and cried her eyeballs out. Ali didn't come home that night and went straight to work.
The next day, Millie invited Gabriel over. Oooh no, she wouldn't let him have Ali so easily. She would humiliate him first. He came over and she started yelling at him. Her face was red and hot, she was fueled by rage. She ending up giving him the beating of his life. When Ali came home from work, both his lovers were black and blue from fighting.
Baby Angelique started crying. She had woken up. Millie rushed upstairs to help her toddler with her needs, but Ali and Gabriel stayed downstairs. Ali tried to comfort Gabriel, asking him to stay. He didn't care about his marriage anymore. God led them to the hall upstairs, outside the bedrooms. They started woohooing again, right there, like animals!
Poor Millie, as she opened her daughter's bedroom's door, she caught her cheater husband in the act! THE AUDACITY!!! And if it that wasn't enough, when she went over to slap him, he acted like she wasn't there and went to woohoo in the shower with his boyfriend - AGAIN! WTH!!!
At this point, Millie knew it was time to give Ali the boot and kick him the hell out of their home, and so she did. After Ali's lover left, the married couple had a long, heated conversation that only had one outcome - Ali had to move out immediately.
So, he left and rented a one-bedroom apartment in the city. He also decided to ask Gabriel to live with him, and Gabriel happily accepted. A new chapter started for Ali but unresolved things were left in the middle with his wife that needed to be dealt with.
While all these took place, Millie had gotten close with celebrity Rahul Chopra. They became good friends and she was invited to his wedding. It was a one of a kind event because Rahul had a shotgun wedding with his wife when they were teenagers due to unwanted pregnancy. After many kids later, Rahul's eldest daughter, with the villainous valentine aspiration (long story) decided to break her eternally faithful parents up for fun. So they did break up, but they were so made for each other, like puzzle pieces, that it was impossible to not end up together again.
Rahul fell back in love with his wife and they decided to do it right this time. They planned the perfect wedding event in San Myshuno's park, during sunset. The whole family was there and their 2nd child, Philip (YA) would take the professional pictures of the wedding.
The ceremony started, everyone (almost) was seated and the photographer (and me) were preoccupied with taking the happy couples pictures. As the ceremony ended, the couple was ready to share their first kiss as husband and wife. The air was filled with confetti that floated playfully around them, the fireworks were set off behing them and the sun was showering them with the warmest rays. It was a one time opportunity to get the perfect picture. Philip got ready to press click. And then, she appeared.
Millie, clearly bothered and heartbroken by other people's love, made a run for the exit and ruined Philip's perfect photograph. The angry look on her face would forever haunt Philip's mind. Why would that woman ruin this happy moment and why the hell would she wear white at someone's wedding? I mean, you wouldn't mistake her for the bride, who wore an expensive wedding gown, but still... Something was wrong with this girl and Philip had to find out...
After the wedding, Millie went back home. The days passed and the divorce was not finalized. She asked her kid who she wanted to stay with, but without reply. She called Ali over, but he texted back he didn't want to come over. Millie had her -now child- daughter call over her dad. This time, Ali responded positively and soon after he arrived. Millie took him straight to the lawyers to see who will get custody of Angelique.
This time, God had no plans, God left it all to luck. So, unfortunately, Ali won custody of Angelique, who immediately went to live with him. Now, Millie was alone. Only her and her money and her baby son's grave in the front yard. Now she was angry, NOW HE WOULD PAY.
Millie grabbed Ali and went once again to the lawyers. It was now time to split the estate. At least 100k simoleons in the bank, plus whatever the house is worth. Millie wants to get everything, but once again, God won't interfere. She comes back home, head down, beaten - she lost 80k.
She turns to her new friend, Philip. He is basic, but he's a good guy. He lives alone in an apartment in San Myshuno, studies Fine Arts in university, comes from a good family. He also has a girlfriend that lives across the hall from him, but Millie doesn't know. And God tells her to come onto him. Now Philip has two girlfriends and God must interfere.
God and luck are playing games with Millie's life.
As I'm writing her story, there's only one thing I feel: Sad.
This girl started out with hopes and dreams. So I think that we should forgive her for attending a friend's wedding wearing white. Some God forgot to change her formal outfit and it was all she had to wear. She's going through a lot!
Her story ends for now, but if you guys like it I might write more about her life's adventures.
Also, what should she do with Philip? Let me know in the comments!
If you read this whole essay / story , you are amazing! And thanks! Hope you liked it! :)
TLDR: YA woman starts with 0 money in off the grid island. Wants to earn a million. Gets pregnant by married neighbor with kids. Marries him and they buy new home. They get pregnant second time, lose the baby.He gets a good job, meets new people, gets new guy friend, has woohoo with that friend. The 3 of them have expanded woohoo. Woman breaks it off. Woman confronts husband about loving other man, he confesses he loves him. Woman kicks him out and he lives alone in flat. The other guy moves in with him. Woman heartbroken, goes to friends wedding wearing white, is angry at happy couple's love, ruins the married couple kiss photo. Photo becomes famous on Reddit. Woman loses custody of only child. Woman loses 80k simoleons after splitting estate. Woman becomes girlfriend of the photographer from the friend's wedding. Photographer already has another girlfriend.
*****EDIT*********** I can't believe I forgot to write this, but Millie also drowned in the ocean while being fatigued from diving for treasures. I decided to not save and give her a second chance. Her life is dramatic, UUUUUUGH!!!!
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2024.05.18 23:48 Low-Mention-8120 2nd and 11th

I have my own head cannon that in this universe the 2nd legion just was wiped out by a tragic event or just got Bermuda Triangle’d. Their Primarch goes missing soon after, but he leaves evidence of his existence with piles of dead xenos, demons, heretics, and etc with the Roman numeral of II somewhere near the scene. He remains unseen for millennia, constantly sabotaging mankind’s enemies. He fights for the dreams of his sisters and father, hoping that his deeds bring those dreams closer to reality.
The 11th and their Primarch were killed in a freak accident. The few of the 11th that weren’t with their brothers or mother were taken in by other legions.
During the Black legion’s assault on Macragge, a massive warrior in a warn down suit of armor marked with only “II” on the shoulder was seen slaying Chaos terminators and Marines with extreme ease. His sword was covered in blood and his armor in scars from many thousands of battles. He stood between the black clad warriors and their goal, Guilliman. A berserker charged forth at the gun metal warrior and leaped whilst praising his gods. The warrior simply backhanded the berserker aside and stomped on his head, leaving a pool of red mush. Bolts pinged of his armor as if they were nought but stones against a brick wall. The warrior kept fighting, slaying more and more chaos tainted marines until a mighty blast sent him from his feet where he soon landed at the foot of the stairs to the throne of the Ultramarines’ mother. He got up and saw the Primarch standing before him, a wave of great joy came over him, as he stood beside her and proceeded to slay the rest of the black legion. When the last of the damned were slain, the gun metal warrior turned to Juno and removed his helmet, with his face revealed to air, he bear hugged her. “How’s was your nap, sister? I have had a hell of ten millennia.” Juno’s brother was then beaned in the head by a book by an absolute unit of a man. He saw his favorite brother-in-law, now with a most impressive beard.
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2024.05.18 22:56 Glittering-Boss-3681 Just finished my 1st rewatch, and I love S3! And this is coming from someone who is not a Polin fan

I fell in love with Bridgerton from Daphne and Simon’s first dance at Vauxhall. That is still my favourite scene of all 3 season. And then loved S2 also, although I missed the magic and glamour of S1. And although I loved Kanthony, I didn’t love the unnecessary triangle and failed wedding.
But I was not excited for S3 because I didn’t really like Polin, I thought Colin was boring RMB wasn’t my favourite book either. But the promos got me so excited for S3 and I’m also so glad to be back in Mayfair :)
Is Colin a little awkward and flat? Yes - but hear me out. I really think Ep 1-3 are supposed to be played this way. Ep 4 he is already starting to bring more intensity to the role. And that carriage scene is 🔥! It’s everything that I had hoped it would be! And the way he says “For God’s sake Pen will you marry me?” - perfection! Colin is not Anthony and he is not Simon. He is not brooding and passionate - yet! I have a feeling the second half of the season will bring all of that. But he is the “nice guy” - the sensitive, joking friend. Will I fall in love with Colin? Probably not - I prefer a bad boy like Simon or Micheal, but that’s ok. Not every leading man will be for me. And I am happy for those that do love him to finally get their season. And Pen is fantastic! She looks beautiful and Nicola is such an amazing actress.
Are the costumes and editing and music not up on par this season? Yes. But there is still some of the old magic of S1 to this season that was missing in S2. I can’t explain what it is.
As for the sideplots - well S1 and S2 also had quite a bit of sideplots. In particular the Featheringtons and Mondriches. Now we are seeing the wrap up of the Featherington storyline its normal that they show will start inserting other sideplots that align with the next upcoming seasons.
Speaking of the Featheringtons, i ove them this season.
Also really loving Francesca and John. Hoping that we get some glimpse of the Merry Rake and also Sophie in the second half of the season.
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2024.05.18 22:07 Therussiangoy [QC] - Need help with first rep - GMF Tungsten YG Day-Date 40

Hello guys! This is my first rep experience and I decided to make myself a graduation present in form of a YG 40mm GMF Day-Date with a green dial. I would really appreciate any help with the QC, I am usually not too good with details and can miss something VERY obvious.
Dealer name: Andiot Watches (Elliot)
  1. Factory name: GMF
  2. Model name (& version number): Day-Date 40 YG with green dial (ref: 228238)
  3. Price Paid: $490 (+$30 shipping)
  4. Album Links: https://imgur.com/a/O6T5BSZ
  5. Index alignment: They look fine by me, but in the QC website circle, the 10, 11 and 12 indices are slightly skewed to the left. Might also be due to the watch in the photo being angled a bit to the left (as visible from pic #1 on Imgur)
  6. Dial Printing: Looks good
  7. Date Wheel alignment/printing: Looks good and works properly as shown in a QC video
  8. Hand Alignment: Not sure
  9. Bezel: Looks good
  10. Solid End Links (SELs): Not sure
  11. Timegrapher numbers: +1s/d; 295 AMP; 0.0ms beat error; ( https://imgur.com/a/IFJ5S69 )
  12. Anything else you notice: The day print location isn't perfect, but from I've seen on forums this is normal and reps can rarely get it right. If in my case it's worse than usual, please tell me, as well as if there's anything else.
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2024.05.18 22:01 freddys_glasses Propspotting books

Do you like props? I like props. Saved by the Bell, being a school show, features a lot of books. Here are some of them.

American History

Of all the books in the series, this is the most heavily featured. Miss Bliss is the history teacher and this is the book she uses. This is the book that in "Practical Jokes" supposedly contains the guidelines of a criminal trial in chapters six and seven. If you're wondering, no, it doesn't have anything like that. This is also the book used for Mr. Testaverde's freshman history class. They're still using it as sophomores in Mr. Dickerson's class. The book continues to make appearances throughout the series, probably because they had so many of them. The actual book is American History by John Garraty, a middle school history textbook from 1982. You can check out the teacher's edition here.

Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare Made Easy

In "The Substitute" they use various books in the Shakespeare Made Easy series from Barron's. You're familiar with this style of book, right? Elizabethan English on the left, modern English and explanations on the right. Apparently they had a set of books for various Shakespeare plays, covered the titles, and wrote Romeo and Juliet on the covers. So when Screech is serenading Lisa, he is actually reading out of Hamlet. Note the prominent skull on the cover. Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Lisa. You can read the actual Romeo and Juliet version here. Tony Crane meanwhile has what might be an evaluation copy.

Physics Made Simple

In "Beauty and the Screech" Kelly is failing physics. Screech agrees to tutor her and they fall in love. Kind of. We've all been there. All the while they're using these slim red books that don't look like textbooks. That book is supposed to be Physics Made Simple, a title in the Made Simple Self-Teaching "Encyclopedia" series. The pretense of being part of an encyclopedia explains explains why the spine looks like that. Presumably, the production had several different books in the series and someone added the word Physics to all of the covers. The contents are simple and threadbare with crude illustrations. It is indeed not the sort of textbook you would find in a US high school in the 80s. These books appear in many other editions and you can read one here. You can spot these books in other episodes filling out some book shelves.

Geometry for Fun and Challenge

The class that drives Jesse to stimulant abuse is Geometry. Jesse spends the episode buried in and stressing out with this book. High school geometry is not hard but in her defense everything is hard when you're not getting enough sleep. Anyway, the book is called Geometry for Fun and Challenge. Here is a copy of a later edition. Despite the casual and playful name, it is a standard high school textbook.

The many books of Date Auction

In "Date Auction" we meet Brian. He is a stuck up intellectual-type who is reading the Hunchback of Notre Dame at The Max. I think it's a hardcover edition of this Signet Classics translation which you can see but not read. Lisa comes on strong multiple times and I think he makes a good case that they don't have anything in common. Unwilling to take no for an answer, Lisa pretends to get sophisticated. She shows up talking about Tolstoy and carrying an armful of random books. What books? There's the Gault-Millau Le Guide de Paris, a travel guide full of stuff that doesn't make the usual travel guides. I think her copy is in French. Here is an English version. There's another book called In The GAP, an evangelical Christian how-to book. I'm guessing it was chosen for the cover. A third book, The American Character, is a book from the 1940s exploring why Americans are the way they are. A fourth book is Alexandre Dumas: The King of Romance, a biography. I think this is the only one that is fit for purpose.

Odds and ends

Toward the end of sophomore year, the production started using book covers. You know, brown grocery bags cut up and used as a jacket. Or maybe you don't know. I think it's an American thing. No more taping over stuff or trying to change the title of a book but also basically no more bookspotting. Here are some odds and ends to fill things out. Miss Bliss usually has a couple volumes of The Illustrated Library of the World and its Peoples on her desk among other books. World Geography and You cameos in a few scenes. In "Screech's Woman", we see Zack sleeping before class starts with Spanish for Mastery 1 on the desk in front of him. In "Driver's Education" there's an unknown textbook. I was surprised to learn that driving textbooks are real (I would have assumed it was all handbooks and workbooks) but I don't think they're using one because they've taped over the cover again. In the later seasons we see a few magazines, including Wrestling Superstars and Hot Rod.
That's enough, right? Too much? Okay.
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2024.05.18 20:46 Sock_Purple [Vietnam] Be Your Star, Ep 9

Content warning this week: Starting at 32:00, some manhandling of a drunk woman played for laughs, then a noncon encounter with some gay panic fisticuffs.
Join us as we resume our languid journey through the lives of two men, intertwined by fate, in beautiful Da Lat. Will something happen? We don't care, as long as there are good shots of the kitchen and rock garden! Again, huge thanks to u/MidwesternLibrarian for authoring the first two On Air posts and permitting me to plagiarize liberally. Onward!
Episode 9 Link
Be Your Star playlist with trailer
Summary (from YouTube video description): Thien Bao and Dinh Huy accidentally met on a blind date when Huy was hired to be the lover of a girl who came to force Bao to refuse the arranged marriage between him and that girl. The meeting seemed like very terrible as Huy's plan, they thought they would never see each other again. Unfortunately, the CEO of company Huy applied to be an intern was Thien Bao. Nothing would have happened if Huy hadn't recorded a video of Ha Lam and Thien Bao being affectionate with each other. Moreover, Dinh Huy found out that Ha Lam is Thien Bao ex and that mean Thien Bao is gay. Because Lam is the boyfriend of Huy's best friend - Gia Hoa. Huy used this video to warn Bao that if he continues to interfere with Hoa's love, Huy will spread the news to the whole world. Because Bao wanted to keep the secret he was gay, Bao had to accept Huy to work for him, but to keep Huy’s mouth, Thien Bao sent Huy to work at his house. In fact, two people, two opposite personalities, combined with a bad first impression of each other stay at the same place, caused countless funny stories. At first, Bao just wanted to tease Huy because he knew Huy was a straight guy, but “First make friend, then make love” Bao gradually develops feelings for Huy., his whole body was full of wounds and now his heart...
MidwesternLibrarian's Summary/TLDR: Dinh Huy (aka Blondie) pretended to be the fake lover of Thien Boa's fiancee so she could get out of an arranged marriage. Later Dinh Huy blackmails Thien Boa so he can get a job at Thien Boa's company. Thien Boa gives Dinh Huy a job...as his housekeeper.
Genres: comedy, soap opera-y?
Number of episodes: World of BL says that there will be 20 episodes.
Runtime: 33-39 minutes, depending on the episode, except episode 2, which ran only 28 minutes.
MidwesternLibrarian's Notes: I'm pretty sure 02 Productions has made the most Vietnamese BL series so far, here are the playlists. Most are what I would call soap opera-y (evil wannabe girlfriends, love triangles, violence etc.) My favorite is a short movie called The Ring Goes Missing free to watch on YouTube (it is also on GagaOOLala). It has a sassy character who I love and is not soap opera-y.
Socials
Nguyễn Bá Vinh: Instagram X/Twitter Facebook YouTube TikTok
Hồ Đông Quan: Instagram Facebook TikTok
Duy Harry: Instagram Facebook
Previous On Air posts
Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3, Episode 4, Episode 5, Episode 6, Episode 7, Episode 8
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2024.05.18 20:09 OfficialSeagullo Anyone know where to get replacements?

Anyone know where to get replacements?
So I have this Gemini turntable hanging around and I've been wondering what to do about the feet that are missing?
For reference I got it off FB marketplace for 50$ with an ortofon dj cartridge and stylus, I figured that alone was worth it so I got it. Downside though is the table has HALF the feet for it, only the screw in ones. The right side (swapped around due to photo angle) has pop in ones it looks like and they don't exist anywhere on eBay or anything
I've been considering getting some thick rubber isolation pads and using that, using some sort of adhesive probably. I've seen a few on Amazon but don't have the clearance I need, which is about ~30 mm due to the power cable plug on the bottom. Anyone have experience with this?
I've also been considering just getting a new tt since it's quite the hassle, just seeing options to save money
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2024.05.18 19:56 julinay Fancam Links for Day 2 of Onew's Fanmeet (2PM and 6PM Showings on 5/18)

(Just FYI, these aren't in any particular order, and some songs might have been missed! Fancams for the 6PM showing will be in a comment under this post. Day 1 fancams are here.)
>> 5/18 2PM Show <<
Prompt: “Will you sing until you’re 80?”
Jinki: “No, I will sing until the very end.”
Here
https://twitter.com/dubbabx2/status/1791732673964294574?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g (learning & challenge)
https://twitter.com/justrolyn/status/1791719296508604634?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g (same as above w/ screen visible)
https://twitter.com/i_became_wintestatus/1791720119879761921?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g (same as above, different angle)
https://twitter.com/flamer_oflove/status/1791717081584632178?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g
https://twitter.com/shinyview/status/1791717826157215762?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g
https://twitter.com/jinkizzang2ya/status/1791727846890881508?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g (entire song)
https://twitter.com/shinyview/status/1791709604197396970?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g (mouth trumpet part)
https://twitter.com/loleeta718/status/1791708838229598234?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g (starts with Shawols doing Giriboy's rap)
https://twitter.com/o_oo_ooo_oo/status/1791708481835467262?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g (mouth trumpet part)
https://twitter.com/__i2i4/status/1791728980770382225?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g
https://twitter.com/lettet1119/status/1791723234762899960?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g
https://twitter.com/neverleaveu_u/status/1791748595164799016?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g
https://twitter.com/wang_bbbang/status/1791739970962809132?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g
https://twitter.com/lettet1119/status/1791714294939505124?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g
https://twitter.com/geminids_night/status/1791728989775810639?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g
https://twitter.com/__i2i4/status/1791718821893476771?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g
https://twitter.com/shinyview/status/1791710403384230148?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g
https://twitter.com/shinyview/status/1791698357922226337?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g
https://x.com/sooponew/status/1791738749891842197?
https://twitter.com/gpensl_so_sweet/status/1791719282109513748?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g
https://twitter.com/violisanz/status/1791735683473883223?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g
https://twitter.com/o_newnyung/status/1791739222627635471?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g
https://twitter.com/jinkizzang2ya/status/1791745670703177771?s=46&t=y73hUBOW1FMaLyGiUET08g
https://twitter.com/__i2i4/status/1791747761211117862
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2024.05.18 19:01 MoonzyMooMooCow Some feedback after playing the game for nearly 600 hours

Inspired by a post recently, I decided to write my own feedback on the game. Please note that these are my opinions, so you may or may not disagree with some of it and that's fine, I respect that.
Mission effects:
Mission Type: Evacuate trapped civilians(40 minute and 15 minute variant):
Evacuate trapped civilians(15 minute variant):
Evacuate high value assets (20 minute 8 rocket mission):

Enemies:

General:

Bug front:

General (almost every unit):
Spewers:
Shriekers:
Stalkers:
Brood commander:
Charger:
Bile Titan:
Spore Spewer:
Shrieker nest:

Bot front:

General (almost every unit):
Dropship:
Scout Strider:
Rocket Devastators:
Heavy Devastators:
Hulk:
Gunships:
Tanks:
(Stationary) Cannon Turrets:
Factory Striders:
Detector Tower:
SAM Site:
Stratagem Jammer:
Command Bunkers:
Extract:

Stratagems:

SOS Beacon:
Airburst Rocket Launcher:
Autocannon:
Spear:
Orbital Railcannon Strike:
"Guard Dog" Rover:
"Guard Dog":
Sentries:
Mines:
Shield Generator Relay:
Smokes of all kind:

Booster:

Misc:

Gameplay:
Lobby:
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2024.05.18 18:55 ScienceStyled Leonardo da Vinci and the Fortnite Perspective: The Wild Geometry of Art

Ladies and gentlemen, buckle up and prepare for the rollercoaster of your academic lives! Today, we're diving headfirst into the geometric rabbit hole of perspective in art history, from the Renaissance to the digital delirium of modern design. This ride will be like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube while bungee jumping—exhilarating, slightly terrifying, and probably mind-bending.
Let's kick things off with a nod to our Renaissance homie, Leonardo da Vinci. Picture him: a guy so ahead of his time, he made Michelangelo look like he was doodling with crayons. Da Vinci was the OG of perspective, using geometry to turn flat surfaces into mind-blowing 3D spaces. Imagine the Mona Lisa stepping out of her frame and doing the moonwalk—thanks to Leo's genius, it's almost believable.
Now, perspective in art is all about fooling your eyeballs. You know that feeling when you stare at an optical illusion, and your brain starts doing somersaults? That’s the magic of geometry at work. The Renaissance artists were like the original tricksters, using vanishing points and linear perspective to create depth. It's like the difference between watching a Kardashian reality show in 2D and diving into a VR Fortnite match where buildings, landscapes, and llamas pop out at you from every angle.
So, what's the big deal with these vanishing points? Picture this: you're standing in the middle of a road that stretches out into the horizon. As you look ahead, the road seems to narrow and finally disappear at a single point. That's the vanishing point. Leonardo and his pals used this concept to make their paintings look realistic. They turned canvases into windows, showing scenes that seemed to stretch out infinitely.
Now, imagine you’re in a room designed by M.C. Escher, the grandmaster of mind-melting perspective. His works are like the architectural equivalent of a fever dream after binge-watching too much Rick and Morty. Escher took the rules of perspective and twisted them like a pretzel, creating impossible staircases that go nowhere and everywhere all at once. His art is like a visual version of trying to understand quantum mechanics while riding a merry-go-round.
But let's not get too lost in the trippy world of Escher. We need to understand the basics before we can start bending reality. So, grab your pencils and energy drinks, because it's time to create our own perspective drawings. Start with a simple one-point perspective. Draw a horizon line, place a single vanishing point, and sketch some basic shapes receding into the distance. It's like playing Minecraft, but on paper—minus the Creepers and Endermen.
Once you’ve mastered the one-point perspective, crank up the difficulty like you’re switching from Tetris to Dark Souls. Try your hand at two-point perspective. This time, you’ve got two vanishing points on the horizon line. It’s like juggling two flaming swords while riding a unicycle—challenging but ridiculously cool once you get the hang of it. Use it to draw buildings and streets that look like they could be straight out of a Batman comic book.
Ready for the final boss level? Three-point perspective is where things get seriously intense. Add a third vanishing point above or below the horizon line, and boom—you’ve got skyscrapers that soar into the sky or plunge into the depths. Think Gotham City meets Blade Runner, with a dash of Doctor Strange’s Inception-style cityscapes. Your drawings will have that dramatic flair that makes people go, “Whoa, did you just bend the fabric of reality?”
Speaking of bending reality, let’s talk about modern design. Today’s artists and designers are like the tech-savvy offspring of Da Vinci and Escher, using digital tools to create stunning 3D visuals. From video games to virtual reality, perspective geometry is everywhere. Take Fortnite, for instance—a game where players build structures with an uncanny sense of depth and realism. The designers use the same principles of perspective that Leonardo used, but with the added benefit of 21st-century tech.
Let’s not forget the architects who create real-world buildings that make you feel like you’ve stepped into a sci-fi movie. They use advanced geometry to design structures that defy gravity and common sense. Imagine walking through a building that twists and turns like a Rubik’s Cube, with each step revealing new perspectives. These architects are like modern-day wizards, conjuring spaces that boggle the mind and delight the senses.
In the realm of learning science with art, perspective geometry is the ultimate crossover episode. It’s where math and creativity meet, shake hands, and throw a rager. Understanding perspective not only makes you a better artist but also sharpens your spatial awareness and problem-solving skills. It’s like unlocking a secret level in your brain, where you can visualize complex concepts and bring them to life.
Now, here’s a challenge for all you budding artists out there: create your own perspective drawing, starting with the basics and moving on to more complex designs. Start with a simple street scene, then add buildings, trees, and maybe even a superhero or two soaring through the sky. Push your limits and try incorporating three-point perspective to create a cityscape that would make even Escher jealous.
Remember, the key to mastering perspective is practice and a healthy dose of imagination. Don’t be afraid to experiment and make mistakes—after all, even Da Vinci probably had his share of doodles that didn’t quite make the cut. Embrace the chaos, channel your inner mad scientist, and let the geometry of perspective guide you to new artistic heights.
So, there you have it, folks! The wild, wacky world of perspective geometry, from the Renaissance to Fortnite. Keep those pencils sharp, those energy drinks flowing, and always remember: art is the ultimate playground for your imagination. Now go forth and conquer the canvas like the brilliant, slightly caffeinated geniuses you are!
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2024.05.18 18:18 Edwardthecrazyman Hiraeth or Where the Children Play: The Preparation for a Night of Demon Burning

First/Previous
The travel took on a less gloomy quality in the day that passed since Gemma’s self-reflection and although there remained a queer distance in her eyes, she seemed in better spirits in losing the weight of the words.
It was a night just beyond Wabash Crevasse that we pushed on till sunset was almost upon us and we were each tired and the food stocks ran low and so we found harbor in a half collapsed cellar where a home once stood; it was only after examining the slatted, rotted boards of the old place, fallen over, tired with decay, that we spied the cellar doors intact; sheets of door metal plied us with safety from the outside world and the interior of the place stank of mold and the deeper recesses were collapsed, but there was a cradle to crossbar the stair hatch and I put my prybar there for the night. We finished the water and canned tomatoes, and I smoked a cigarette, staving off the inevitable doom which would come with the dwindling of our supplies.
I’d peeked through the space where the doors met at the cellar’s entry and watched the full darkness there while the youngins spoke of life and the trivial pursuits of it and I hardly said a word besides.
Sitting on the lowest step with Trouble dumbly maintaining her station by me, by the low glow of the space in the threshold, I saw they’d pushed their bedrolls together and Andrew had fallen asleep with his arm over Gemma’s shoulder and her eyes glowed with shine from the crack, blinked a few times while seeing me; she too eventually drifted to sleep, and I spent time by the secured door.
Gunshots rang across the stillness, and they stirred from their quiet slumber and Gemma asked, “Harlan, is it alright?”
I moved to the space there at the doorway again and listened and watched what I could through that crack and nothing beyond came. “It’s safe. I’ll be up a bit longer. I’ll watch.”
Andrew asked, “Can’t sleep?”
“I’ll sleep in a bit. Don’t worry about me. Rest. Sleep good and we can put more behind us.
They sat up, legs crossed triangle-wise, and Gemma spoke again, “Why do you have such a hard time sleeping? It seems I’m asleep after you and only awake after you too.”
“Yeah,” said Andrew.
“It’s cool at night. I can listen to the wind.” I shrugged.
“You should be the one that tries to get some sleep,” said Andrew.
I said nothing.
They reached out their arms and I shook my head.
“Here,” Gemma said, “Move your bedroll closer.” She reached across the dirt floor of the cellar and dragged my splayed roll so that it sat beside hers.
“I’ll sleep later.” I turned my attention back to the door and ignored them till their sounds of sleep could be heard. The Alukah was nowhere and did not tap on the door that night and when I moved to sleep, I shimmied onto the roll beside them, facing away on my shoulder; the dog followed, laid on the bare dirt beside me and I held the mutt.
Though I refused a noise as they stirred in the absolute darkness, I felt Gemma’s arm fall over my own shoulder and felt Andrew’s hand touch my back, and water traced the bridge of my nose and I slept deeply thereafter.
There was no breakfast without food, and the water was gone; I felt the eyes of the dog on us as we packed up our belongings that next morning and I tried not to imagine the poor animal skinned over fire. I smiled at Trouble, patted its head, scratched its chin; she sniffed my hand like she was looking for something that wouldn’t be found.
We went west again, ignoring roads and pushed through straight wasteland where nothing was and no one was, and with every dry footfall on the dry hard ground, I wished for rain, and I wished that when it had rained, as infrequent as it was, that I had been wise enough to save what we could from the sky; that sky was red and swollen and refused to burst. We pushed on through strange dead thickets where grayed and twisty yellow branches lurched from the ground into the sky like even they too wished for an end to all the suffering. It was days more till we would see Alexandria and though I could stave off hunger (thirst too, if necessary), I was not so certain that the children would be able to push on without it; they did not complain and watched the ground in our march and maintained higher spirits than I could’ve imagined from them.
Early in the day, they spoke often, and I listened and as they wore on, their words came less and even the dog seemed in a lower mood for the unsaid predicament; me too.
Gemma broke the silence on the matter by saying, “What are we going to do about food? Water?”
“We’ll push on.”
“We could turn back?” asked Andrew.
“The more time we spend out in the open, outside of a city, the more likely it is that the Alukah will catch us unawares. Tighten your belts.” Our feet took us around a dilapidated truck, an old thing with a rusty hook which dangled off a rear arm. “Save your urine.”
They made faces but did not protest.
“Does that work? You ever drink pee?” asked Andrew.
I laughed, “I thought we’d be there by now. I took us too long by trying to drop the scent of the Alukah. That thing’s hunted us for days—last night was the first time it ain’t bothered us. It’s got me wondering why.”
Gemma piped up, licking her dry lips before speaking, “Do you think that monster ran into those scavengers we saw?” Then I caught her shooting a look at Andrew, “At least we warned them.” Her smile was faint and almost indiscernible as one.
I shrugged. “Can’t say. Don’t think it’s smart to turn back. Won’t be long and we’ll touch the 40 and then it’ll be a straight on to Babylon—couple of days—can’t turn back though. Maybe without food; that’s doable. Water’s the worst, but if it comes to it,” I paused and looked on the weathered faces of the children, on the lowered head of Trouble which followed her nose across the ground (it searched just short of frantic), “Like I said, ‘save your urine’.”
The first pains of hunger held within me brought up some reminiscence and I wished for nothing more than to hold Suzanne; I could nearly smell them and in the swaying walk which took us on past toppled townships, I held long blinks where I could nearly make out their face and if I really pushed the limits of my imagination, I could feel them. In those moments, as we passed dead places, rotted pits of despair, I could think of little more than their presence. Though I knew it was a dangerous game, hoping for more than I was worth, I hoped for Suzanne then and I wished that I’d taken them up on their offer to travel to Alexandria with them; it could’ve been home—it never was in all the times I’d gone there, but who knows? The thoughts of Babylon brought forth their gardens; the wild gardens and the water which flowed freely through their pipes. I wished I was a different person entirely and that too would’ve been better for Suzanne; how it was that they’d seen anything in me, I don’t know. How it was that they could stoop to the level of being with someone like me—I warded off that thought, because to place the blame there would certainly be unfair. I thought of my love plainly and wanted a different life more suited to them.
Imaginations played more furiously, and I remembered the evening when Dave stopped me from leaping from that roof—it’s doubtful that he even realized that he’d slowed my demise; perhaps he did know—I wished then that I could ask him. Too kind for the world. People too kind for the world were scarce and hardly worth the trouble. Yet, there I was, chaperoning those two across the wastes.
Gemma was a broken person when I’d found her, tortured in Baphomet’s well; Andrew was a dullard boy who’d lost his hand. What a silly predicament.
I stopped in my movements and swiveled on my heel to catch Andrew by the shoulder. “You still got your hand, don’t you?”
In good humor, the boy grinned, lifted the nub on the end of his left forearm to show me, “Nope.”
“Dammit, no! The hand in the jar!”
Andrew raised his eyebrows. “In my pack.”
“Stop,” I commanded Trouble; the dog hardly recognized my words and continued a way then circled back, sad eyes looking up from where she took to sit by my side. Gemma, both arms dangling loosely from her own pack’s shoulder straps, took into the circle we’d formed.
The girl asked, “What about the jar? It’s nasty, but I guess it’s his.”
“I think that’s it,” I said. I took Andrew by his shoulders, looked him in his eyes, “We could use it!”
“What?” The boy almost laughed in the display of our concern. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“I think I’ve got it! It’s good for a trap.” I shook him; maybe too hard. I almost smiled. “It’s worth a shot!”
“It’s mine.” He bit his top lip, withdrew from me.
“You’ll feel differently about that,” I said.
Gemma placed a hand on Andrew’s pack and tried ripping it open. “Give it to him!” shouted the girl.
The boy whipped from her grasp, and he spun on his feet, and panic stood on his face. “It’s mine, isn’t it?”
I took a step forward, “No, not anymore.” I put out my palm, “Give it.”
Andrew nearly flinched at the thought of it and shook his head a little. “Why?”
“I told you why,” I said.
“You don’t even know if it’ll work, do you?” his words were long in protest.
The girl started again, “Andrew, please.”
He locked eyes with Gemma and once again, his bottom teeth came up to meet over his top lip and he moved his jaw methodically with contemplation.
“What does it even matter?” she asked.
“It’s mine. You don’t know what it’s like.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!”
“C’mon,” he said, but his pack straps fell from his shoulders, and he hunkered down on the ground and opened his bag; his right hand plunged into the recesses therein and withdrew the jar with his severed left hand. He held the object up, refusing to come up from his open pack, keeping his eyes on the ground. “Take it then.” He shook the jar; its contents sloshed with liquid decay.
I grabbed the thing, held it to skylight; the remains within had congealed and rotted and lumps nearly floated in the brownish liquid which had formed in the base of the container. I shook it and stared for a moment at the miniscule debris which floated alongside the hand; each of its digits had swollen and erupted to expose bone; some had come away in pieces. “Tomorrow,” I said and nodded.
We gathered ourselves and Andrew pulled his pack on again and we moved, Trouble still looked sorry and the boy remained quiet while the girl chattered on with questions while we took through the dying ground in a formation with the dog on point then me then the children.
“What will you do with it?” she asked me.
“Not sure yet.”
Andrew made a noise like he wanted to say something but didn’t.
“You think it will work?” asked Gemma.
“Nothing’s a guarantee. They’re smart—Alukah.”
“Smart enough to figure out a trap?”
I shrugged. “We’ll find out.”
“We could put stakes in a pit.”
“Keep on the lookout for a building. Something with multiple floors.”
With that, we moved on, found a worn, mostly destroyed road and we fell into a travelling quiet and the thought of hunger or thirst arose again, and I pushed it down—though I knew the uneasiness could only last so long before savagery would overtake the human condition; the kids seemed strong enough, but I kept an eye on the dog too. Savagery belonged not only to humans, after all.
The ground of the wastes was harder when it was quiet, and it was flatter further west. The sky—red and full of thin and transparent drifting clouds—seemed an awful sight when stared at for too long; it was the thing which stretched as if to signal there wasn’t an end in any direction, as if to declare we had much more to go till safety. Wanderlust is a thing that I believe I’ve felt before, but under that sky, with those two and the dog, I didn’t feel it at all. It was doom that I felt. Ignorance and doom. And it was all because I was certain I’d made all the wrong mistakes, and it was coming back to me. I was experienced. We should’ve had food and water. Perhaps there was some deep and nasty part inside of me that had intended to sacrifice them along the way. The words of the Alukah might have rung true: You say you make no deals, but I smell it. I think you’d deal.
Surely, I felt differently. Surely.
“Getting darker,” called Andrew as we came to where signposts—worn and bent and barely legible—told us of a place once called Annapolis and the buildings were nearly gone entirely; places, maybe places that were once homes, were leveled—I was briefly caught in imagining what it might’ve been like all those ages ago. As are most places, it was haunted like that and when we came to a long rectangular structure of metal walls—thin walls—we took it as a place for rest for the night.
It once served as an agricultural station, for when we breached its entry, there were a line of dead machines—three in all—cultivators or tillers which stood higher than any of our heads and Gemma asked what they were, and I told her I thought they were for farming. The great rusted bodies stood in quiet shadow as we came through a side passage of the building and the great doors which had once been used to release those machines from the building stood frozen in their frame. I approached the doors, lighting my lantern and motioning for the children to shut the door we’d entered through.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed the doors would roll into the ceiling and the chains which held the doors in place were each secured with rusted padlocks—I removed my prybar from my pack and moved along the wall of doors, giving each old lock a smack with the weapon; each one held in place, seemingly fused there through years of corrosion, and I rounded the cultivators once more, back to the children, near the side door where they’d discovered a rickety stair frame which crawled up the side of the wall to a catwalk; along the catwalk, a levitated box stood at the height of the structure, stilted by metal legs, and we took the stairs slowly with the dog following close behind; the poor mutt was mute save the sound of its own shuffling paws.
The metal stairs creaked under our weight and Gemma held her own lantern high over her head so that the strange shadows of the place grew longer, stranger, and suddenly I felt very sure that something was in the dark with us, but there was no noise except what we made. My eyes scanned the darkness, and I followed the children up the stairs till we met the overhang of the catwalk and I peered into the shadows, the blades of the cultivators—far extended on foldable arms—struck up through the pool of blackness beneath us and I felt so cold there and if it were not for the breath of my fellow travelers, I might have been lost in the dark for longer than intended—lost and frozen and contemplative.
“There’s a room,” said the boy, and he pushed ahead on the hanging passage, and he was the first to the door. “Boxes,” he said plainly.
Upon coming to the place where he stood, Gemma pushed her lantern over the threshold, and I saw what he’d meant as I traced my own lantern to help; the room was crammed with plastic totes and old metal containers of varied sizes. There seemed to be enough empty space to maneuver through the room, but only if one watched their feet while they walked. Carefully.
We moved to the room, and I found a stack of crates to place my lantern then motioned for Gemma to douse hers. In minutes, the place was rearranged so that we could sit comfortably on the floor; crates lined the walls precariously and we breathed heavy from the work done, but we began to unpack and upon watching the children while I rolled a cigarette, I felt a pang of guilt, a terrible summation—all choices in my life had led me here and with them and perhaps it would have been a better world for them without me.
Mentally shrugging this thought away, I lit my cigarette, inhaled deeply, and then withdrew the jar which Andrew had handed over. I held it to the lantern to examine it. The grotesqueness of it hardly phased me and I watched it more curious and hopeful than disgusted.
“I hope it’ll work,” said the boy, “Whatever it is that you plan on doing with it.” He grimaced and maintained a further silence in patting his bedding for fluff. The dog moved to him, and she pushed her forehead against him where he squatted on floor. The boy scratched Trouble’s chin and whispered, “Good girl,” into the top of her head where he’d pushed his own face.
“I’m hungry,” said Gemma; she placed her chin in her arm while watching Andrew with the dog. She sat on her own flat bed there on the floor and stated plainly the thing that I’d hoped to ignore for longer.
“I know.” I took another drag from the cigarette and let the smoke hang over my head. “The dog?”
Andrew recoiled, pulling Trouble closer into his arms.
I smiled. “It was a joke.”
Andrew relaxed, but only a moment before Gemma added, “Maybe.”
The boy narrowed his eyes in the girl’s direction, and she shrugged. “If it’s life or death.”
He didn’t say anything and merely continued stroking Trouble’s coat.
That night, we slept awfully and even in the complete darkness, I felt the cramp of the storage room and the angled shapes of the tools that protruded from the containers on all sides remained permanent well after we’d turned the light off and it felt like those shapes were the teeth of a great creature like we were sitting inside of its mouth, looking out.
Trouble positioned herself partially on my chest, her slow rhythmic breathing brought my thoughts calm and I whispered to her in the dark after I was sure the others were asleep, “I promise it was a joke.” And I brushed the back of her neck with my hand and the animal let go of a long sigh then continued that deep rhythmic breathing.
Still without food or water, the following day was the true indication of the misery to come. Gemma’s stomach growled audibly in waking and Andrew—though he kept his complaints to himself—smacked his lips more often or protruded the tongue in his mouth in a starvation for water. The room, in the daylight which peered through pinpricks of its half-decayed roof, seemed another beast altogether from its nighttime counterpart; it was not so frightening. Again, I admonished myself for the lack of preparation, but there was another thought that brought together a more cohesive feeling; we had a possible plan, a trap for the demon that’d been following us.
We went into the field to the west of the building where there was only dirt beneath our feet in the early sunlight and in the coolness of morning air, I nearly felt like a person. The sun crested the horizon and brought with it a warmth that would quickly become overwhelming—in those few minutes though—it felt good enough. I wished for the shy dew and saw none. The weirdness of holding Andrew’s rotting hand in a jar momentarily caught me and I almost laughed, but refrained and the dog and the children looked on while I held the container up and suddenly, seeing the congealed mass of tissue floating in its own excretions, I was overcome with the urge to run, the urge that nothing would ever be right again in my life, and that I was marked to be that way.
I blinked and tossed the jar to Andrew. “Say goodbye,” I said. He fumbled after it with his right hand and caught it to his chest.
“It’s strange you care so much anyway,” said Gemma, shrugging—her eyes forgave a millisecond of pity and when Andrew looked at her, still holding the jar in his right hand, she smiled and stuffed her hands into the pockets of her pants.
“We’ve enough oil, I think,” my voice was raspy from it being early, “Enough for good fire, but if we use it, it’ll mean a few more dark nights on our way.”
“We’re going to set it on fire?” Andrew pondered, keeping his eyes to the contents of the jar. “It worked good enough last time. It’ll work,” I nodded, “I has to, doesn’t it?”
His dry lips creased into a brief smile, and he tossed the jar back to me and I caught it.
“Let’s dig,” I said.
Without much in the way of proper tools, we began at the ground under us with our hands, then taking turns with my prybar till there was a hole in the ground comfortably large enough to conceal a human head and I uncapped the jar and spilled it contents there and we covered it back and I lightly tamped it with my boot. My eyes scanned the outbuilding we’d taken refuge in the night prior and then to the street to the north then to the houses which stood as merely rotted plots of foundation with frames that struck from the ground more as markers than support. “I’ll take up over there across the street when it gets dark. I want you two in that storage room before anything goes off.”
“We can’t help?” asked Gemma.
“You can help by staying out of the way—the mutt too,” I said; the words were harsh, but my feelings were from worry.
“Wouldn’t it be better if we stuck together?” asked the girl.
I shook my head. “You stay in the room and keep quiet. No matter what you hear, you stay quiet and safe.”
“That’ll put you at a bigger risk,” Gemma furrowed her brow at me and shifted around to look out on the houses across the street, “There’s hardly any cover over there.”
The boy nodded, smacked his lips, and rubbed his forearm across his mouth then audibly agreed with her.
“Doesn’t matter,” I said, “No matter what you hear happening outside, no matter, you don’t open the door and you don’t scream—don’t make a noise at all. Alright? Even if you hear me calling you, you don’t do it.”
“Pfft,” Gemma crossed her arms and kicked her foot against the ground. The way her eyes seemed hollowed with bruising showed that the irritation would only grow without food. “Alright,” she finally sighed.
Andrew looked much the same as she did in that; he swallowed a dry swallow then stuffed his hand into his pocket and looked away when our eyes matched.
We gathered our light oil. Altogether, it seemed enough; rummaging through the room of the outbuilding we’d earlier taken refuge within, we managed three intact glass containers—the only ones found that wouldn’t leak with liquid; two were bottles and the third was the jar that’d once kept Andrew’s hand. With that work done, we sat with three Molotov cocktails within our huddled circle of the storage room.
“Is it enough?” asked Gemma.
“We’ll see,” I began rolling a cigarette to ignore the hunger and the thirst.
Andrew took to the corner and glanced over his shoulder only a moment before a steady liquid stream could be heard and when he rotated from the wall once the noise was finished and he held a canteen up to his nose, sniffed it and quivered and shook his head.
As the sun pushed on, I scanned the perimeter outside, and they followed. Far south I spied a mass of shadow inching across the horizon and Gemma commented, “What’s that?”
I pushed the binoculars to her and let her gaze through them.
“A fiend—that’s what we called it back in the day anyway. A mutant.”
She held the binoculars up and frowned. “A mutant? So, it was once human?”
“A fiend was once many humans.” I pointed out to the horizon though she couldn’t see me doing so and continued, “If you look at the edges of its shape, you’ll see it’s got limbs galore on it. Sticking up like hairs is what it’ll look like at this distance. Those are arms and legs. It’s got faces too. Many faces.” I shuddered.
“I can barely see any details,” she passed the binoculars to Andrew, and he looked through them, “What’s it do?”
“What?” I asked.
“What’s it do if it catches a person?”
“It pulls people into it. Makes you apart of its mass. Nasty fuckers.”
Andrew removed the lenses from his eyes and held them to his chest and asked, “It won’t mess up your trap, will it?”
“We’ll keep an eye on it,” I said, “You don’t want to mess with a fiend unless you have to.”
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2024.05.18 18:14 MechaBOI42069 Now that we're nearing the end of support, I thought it would be a good idea to make one last push and repost the big bug list. Please Frontier, fix these bugs before moving onto JWE 3.

This list contains bugs that range from game breaking, to near insignificant. All are included as it would be nice to see most if not all of these fixed. More important bugs are higher on the list.
I'm asking for your help to note any I may have missed and to forward these to Frontier. The game is ending support soon and it would be a shame if these bugs never get fixed.

If there are any bugs I have missed, please do post them in the comments below and I'll add them to the list.

Gameplay Bugs:
  1. Concavenator has a broken fence climb animation that causes it to escape through any fence, even if it fails
  2. Pterosaurs when flying over lagoons sink into them and have trouble escaping
  3. Pterosaurs in general still seem to be getting stuck quite often, causing them to starve and die
  4. The species viewer seems to have a memory leak going on, as it lags more and more the longer you use it
  5. When you have nothing selected in the bulk demolish menu, everything you hover over will be highlighted red
  6. The day-night cycle can cause quite some lag on lower end machines, especially during dusk
  7. There's severe FPS drops when the day/night cycle is active, especially during dusk
  8. Random FPS drops when raising/lowering terrain near buildings
  9. Intense frame drop during Mosasaurus and Kronosaurus shark eating animations on lower end machines, likely due to the amount of water particles
  10. When camera shake is enabled in the settings, the capture mode camera has a chance to rotate uncontrollably
  11. Creatures in sandbox with the intelligent trait will still attempt to break out even when breakouts are turned off
  12. Megalodon seems to have a lot of issues starting fights with other marine animals
  13. Gigantoraptor can start bugged fights with Coelophysis, despite Coelophsysis being classified as a scavenger now
  14. All large sauropods have a chance to turn into eldritch horrors that fly across the map when ragdolled
  15. The default Giganotosaurus' walk animation plays way too fast compared to the other large carnivores of similar size
  16. Spinosaurus' car attack animation at the end swiftly slides back into its starting position which can cause extra vehicle damage
  17. Small carnivores are unable to land a killing blow on Cryolophosaurus and Spinoraptor
  18. During the Malta campaign, sending dinosaur directly off to the cargo ship from the hatchery can cause the transport helicopters to become locked
  19. Great inconsistencies of animals that are able to go through the classic JP fence, for instance, Chungkingosaurus can't but every other small stegosaur can. Gigantoraptor is able to fit through despite the neck clipping greatly through
  20. Scorpios Rex does not do its custom struggle animation against medium carnivores anymore, only on other Scorpios Rex
  21. Archelon is for some reason counted as a small marine in the hatchery, despite the Nothosaurus that is half its size being counted as a medium
  22. Dsungaripterus requires challenge mode levels to be beaten to unlock the exclusive patterns/skins, unlike every other DLC Species


Visual Bugs:
  1. Ichthyosaurus currently has a broken social animation
  2. Banana Trees placed by the tropical forest brush lack a shadow
  3. Dsungaripterus turns into a weird texture mess when viewed from a distance
  4. When meat feeders run out of supply the meat will instantly disappear before it sinks into the ground, the feeder also doesn't wait until dinosaurs are away from it. This bug has existed since the first game
  5. The 1997 Stegosaurus variant currently has an issue where its plates greatly deform
  6. All feather species have their feathers not show up in their shadows
  7. Gigantspinosaurus has 4 plates on its back occasionally displace and sink into its body
  8. Olorotitan's LOD seems to be broken, as its hand look quite deformed from only a medium distance
  9. Proceratosaurus attacking a car causes it to deform greatly
  10. The front most plate on Stegoceratops is completely discolored
  11. Spinoraptor has discolored toe claws on certain skins
  12. Spinoraptor has holes in its model, mainly the mouth
  13. Maiasaura has a grey splotch on its head that don't change regardless of what skin is selected
  14. The default Pteranodon still has broken patterns: Chalcorana, Lithobates, Pulchrana and Pelophylax
  15. Megalodon's social animation can occasionally cause it to fly up into the air
  16. Nothosaurus' hatchery animation does not utilize its arms, unlike what is depicted in the launch trailer of the pack
  17. Gigantoraptor's human kill, whilst actually playing now, still has some alignment problems
  18. Monolophosaurus' fence climb animation has its torso stretch out greatly
  19. Carcharodontosaurus eyelids freak out when doing its idle roar
  20. Carcharodontosaurus' body looks very weird during its attack animation
  21. Spinosaurus seems to have a broken look around animation, causing the head to twist at unnatural angels, this is best seen during its resting animation
  22. Carnotaurus' arms deform whilst it gets attacked
  23. Carnotaurus' lips and arms distort greatly when getting hit by tranquilizer darts
  24. Albertosaurus' arms deform whilst it does an walking roar
  25. Dilophosaurus' spit doesn't show up during its human kill
  26. Styracosaurus has several splotches on its tail and eyebrows
  27. 1993 Triceratops does not close its eyes while sleeping
  28. Camarasaurus has its eyes sink into its sockets when it gets hunted by a medium carnivore, the leg also dislocates during this animation
  29. Camarasaurus' eyes freak out during its fence bash animation
  30. 2001 Pteranodon leaving the hatchery / killing a human causes its lower jaw to stretch back
  31. The 2001 Pteranodon variant deforms greatly when being attacked by the Indoraptor
  32. Intense frame drop during Mosasaurus and Kronosaurus shark eating animations on lower end machines, likely due to the amount of water particles
  33. Kronosaurus killing a Mosasaurus causes the Mosasaurus to shrink in on itself to a horrifying degree
  34. Therizinosaurus' head feathers are still broken, this has been the case since the Malta update
  35. Yutyrannus' goat kill animations clips quite a lot, along with the animation weirdly slowing down during it
  36. Yutyrannus has one eye open during its sleeping animation
  37. The 1993 and other movie T rexes' tongues are not textured at the bottom
  38. Archelon during its underwater social animation speeds up a ridiculous amount before interacting
  39. Archelon during both social animations has its flippers clip through the other Archelon
  40. Nothosaurus' jaw dislocates slightly during its idle animation
  41. The back four bottom teeth of Suchomimus are discolored
  42. Shonisaurus has two discolored teeth
  43. Shonisaurus uses the plesiosaur fossil icon instead of the ichthyosaur one
  44. Attenborosaurus’ Amazon Rainforest skin is discolored on the Console version
  45. If a tranquillized animal is killed by a predator it will continue to do its breathing animation
  46. The second Carcharodontosaurus to leave the hatchery has its tail shrink on itself weirdly
  47. Camarasaurus' eyes freak out during its fence bash animation
  48. Nothosaurus and Megalodon's hatchery animation has a weird visual bug on the building during one of the camera angles, seems to only happen on the JW Lagoon Hatchery
  49. Pachyrhinosaurus, Wuerhosaurus and Stegosaurus sometimes sink into the ground during their hatchery animation
  50. The default Giganotosaurus' tongue is not textured at the bottom
  51. Stegoceratops is not listed to have appeared in Jurassic World according to its INGEN Database (only writing this one down due to the Steam page saying it did)
  52. Apatosaurus and Allosaurus are listed to have appeared in Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous according to its INGEN Database despite only being mentioned
  53. The Feathered T. rex has smaller footprints than the other T. rex skins
  54. A lot of species have their pattern colors go over their eyes**, *I've listed all I have found at the bottom of this post.**
  55. JW Attraction Banner - Dome uses the wrong icon in the build menu, it specifically uses the JW Attraction Banner - Log icon

Audio Bugs:
  1. There are a lot of sounds in the game not affected by the capture mode slow motion feature
  2. Cryolophosaurus and Megalosaurus don't play audio during their look around idle
  3. Carnotaurus does not make sounds during on of its idle animations
  4. Mosasaurus and Tylosaurus don't play audio during their social animations
  5. Huayangosaurus does not play audio during its territory defense roar
  6. Large Sauropods do not play audio during their territory defense roar
  7. Spinoraptors' bark plays very quietly
  8. Some medium carnivores do not play audio when killed by Spinoraptor
  9. Hatchery music sometimes starts playing on repeat
  10. Alamosaurus, Styxosaurus, Barbaridactylus and Atrociraptor have unique music for when you release one of them, but not when releasing multiple like other PDLC animals
  11. Spinosaurus occasionally uses Ceratosaurus sounds, primarily during its human kill
  12. Tarbosaurus occasionally uses a misplaced Tyrannosaurus rex growl
  13. Both Giganotosaurus variants occasionally play idle roars whilst their mouths are closed
  14. Spinoraptor uses a Dilophosaurus sound during its hadrosaur take down
  15. Carcharodontosaurus makes a Carnotaurus sound during its small sauropod takedown
  16. Cryolophosaurus uses the Tyrannosaurus rex music for some reason

*List of creatures where the pattern goes over the eyes, not matter how minorly:

The following are bugs Frontier has fixed since I first posted this list, major kudos!
  1. Spinoceratops is now listed to have appeared in Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous in its INGEN Database
  2. Tarbosaurus is now listed to have appeared in Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous in its INGEN Database
  3. Spinoraptor still panics from Indominus Rex but it now makes sense since they don't like each other anymore
  4. The animation for a Carnotaurus killing a Homalocephale has been fixed
  5. The kill animation for Gigantoraptor on medium and large carnivores has been fixed
  6. The 2022 Parasaurolophus skins no longer have messed up animations when being hunted by Spinoraptor and Tarbosaurus
  7. Dinosaurs clipping and phasing through fences causing them to breakout seems to have finally been fixed
  8. The Malta Jeep having a lot of bouncing and flipping issues seems to have been fixed
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2024.05.18 18:12 GuavaMango1168 TFMR yesterday 5/17

I TMFRed yesterday 5/17 at 20 weeks. Since I’m 38, have Lupus, and this was an IVF pregnancy, I saw an MFM in addition to my OB, which meant I had more scans than a usual pregnancy. When I went in for my scan with my MFM at 16 weeks, I thought it would be routine since the week before I’d just seen my OB and she said my baby looked “perfect.” However, at the 16 week scan, they noticed mild ventriculomegaly, and absent CSP. After a whirlwind of info, I opted to do the amniocentesis, in addition to a fetal echo and complete genome sequencing trial at UCSF. They said I’d also do a fetal brain MRI, but that would have to be at 22 weeks, which I knew I couldn’t wait that long.
Amnio results came back clear, and took only 1 week. I tried not to get false hope, because it ultimately was up to how my baby was developing. They moved my anatomy scan to week 19, and that day was when it was clear the decision we had to make. The ventriculomegaly became severe, the CSP was still not visible, and they visualized the left tibia to be missing, along with a clubbed hand that was bent back in an abnormal angle. There was only 1 artery / 1 vein on the umbilical cord. There was also a concern with potential irregular blood flow in the heart, but they’d let UCSF take a closer look at the fetal echo appt. After so many compounding things, my husband and I knew that D&E was our decision, yet we would still go to UCSF 3 days later for a definitive second opinion.
At UCSF, we endured a 1.5 hour long US., were it was also revealed that the corpus callosum was smaller than normal, and that there was a “horseshoe” kidney, where the kidneys were connected around the spine. Afterward, we did the fetal echo, and turns out baby’s heart looked good. After all that, we met with a doctor to summarize everything. He showed so much compassion, and I was able to hold it together all 7 hours at UCSF, but when he said “it’s not your fault, you are not broken” I sobbed. I needed to hear that, on repeat. We told him our decision for termination and did not want to wait til 22 weeks for the fetal MRI… it would be too painful. He understood, and added we definitely qualified for the genome sequencing trial. We completed the paperwork for that right away, being told it would be a 2-3 month turnaround.
It was a 4-week whirlwind nightmare, but I keep returning to how caring my doctors were. I’m so thankful to my doctor who laid it out so clearly at 16w, with tears in her eyes, sympathizing with how we had to go through this having also done IVF to avoid this very thing. For the genetic counselor who kept me updated on amnio results and next steps with testing. I was also so grateful that my wonderful OB was the one who did my D&E. It was comforting to have someone I trusted so much to be there. She visited me after the procedure, and tenderly let me know that she saw more anomalies than we knew about, which filled me with so much pain, also relief that we protected our baby boy from further suffering. She managed to get 2 sets of footprints, that I haven’t looked at yet.
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2024.05.18 18:05 Baileysandchocolate The circle of Dani

Dani's usual antics as a general list as I'm sure others who have been following her for years as I have, will see patterns being repeated over and over.
In no particular order.
ER, admitted, mean drs, peen, refusal of Psych referral, big mad, meltdown on bathroom floor, father being roped in, intestinal failure, rapid called,
With a few diversions along the way for the scenic route and to take the heat off from other angles - behavioural health course, job, social work, nursing and wanting to teach others about her tubes and buying all the supplies and then dropping out.
Best cat mom ever and look at the cats - just look at them but don't mention actual vet care for them as can't afford it but needs crap for herself, parents are totally looking after them while she vacations / is hospitalised and sorting out their bowels.
Doing meds, referral for tests that have been done many times before, can't do feeds, repeat doing meds several times a day. Big sip of tea, red bull etc
Rearrange the room, bookcase, medical closet, so much peen
Dying her hair, #mania, Ulta haul, Temu, books - all the books
Boyfriend, definitely real, friends who come for the weekend but are definitely real as she spent most of the time they would have been visiting on live from the bathroom.
Booktok, buy some books, rave about how nice the covers are and never actually read or review them
Tubes - loose, need changing, balloon burst, need button not dangler, want TPN, need dressings to showcase central line with a white paediatric line.
Tank tops - boobs and tubes, hospital blankets that probably had its own viral ecosystem by now, pack with Dani for the hospital, don't need formula as need to get dad to visit to bring it so can make someone visit so can cause a deterioration while he visits
POTS which is definitely real guys and has nothing to do with passing out/ falling asleep on lives about 20 mins after slamming a pharmacy worth of meds into her tubes, it's totally nothing to do with meds, totally safe to drive even if can't hold head up on live
Femoral port - did you know she has a femoral port? Sneaky scratching of groin and sniff
Lying to dr's and hospital staff on many different levels especially how she wasn't live and it was paused
Falls - definitely caused by POTS and the bins and landing on the same wrist in the same position in quick succession needing "emergency" surgery
ShoweBath - only when not recommended such as wounds recovering from surgery is best time to marinate in as much stuff in the bath as possible (epsom salts, bath soak)
Now for the wheelchair arc as she wont be able to push it very far due to lack of upper body strength and hauling it and out of the car is going to be difficult anyhow
Newest arc is POTS on Live where people get concerned and emergency services are called for a welfare check...I believe I saw it somewhere about 4 times in less than 48 hours but Im not 100% sure on that. . What have I missed?
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2024.05.18 17:56 Uncle_Freddy ACRA 2024 Day 2 Reactions

Live Results
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Unfortunately I’m stuck at NE Regionals today so observations won’t be quite as thorough as they were yesterday, but an exciting day of racing ahead! We’ve already had most of the small boat semi-finals as well as several of the lower finals. The regatta’s currently on a lunch break and will be resuming at 12:20 pm EDT with the Novice 4+ semis. For races I’ll try to be watching:

MN8+ A/B Semis (1:16-1:30)

Purdue again with an absolute walk-away. Keep an eye on these guys, just an absolute powerhouse of a boat. UC Davis and Minnesota with an absolute brawl behind them, Davis more or less held a minor edge all the way down the course but Minnesota sure made them work for it. Tough beat for UVA to narrowly miss out on that third qualifying spot, about half a boat length down on those two. UCLA and Ohio State round out the back of the field to race in the B Final tomorrow.
OCC looking strong in the N8+ once again, but to my eye Purdue is the boat to beat going into the A Final. Coast faced a hot challenge out of USC in Lane 5, and the fellow SoCal rival earned their spot in the A final as well. Overall the race for third is looking like it'll be an awesome one, with UC Davis, Minnesota, USC and Bucknell separated by a total of 1.5s across their two semis. Decent amount of familiarity between (separate halves) of this final so it should be an exciting one to watch tomorrow! Michigan, Washington State and UMass round out the B Final.

WV4+ A/B Semis (1:41-1:55)

First race was pretty fun! Lafayette grabbed an early lead and held it, with VaTech comfortably behind them but comfortably ahead of everyone else. The real drama came in the race for third though, with Penn State and Washington State fighting all the way down the line for that last A final qualifying spot. It was hard to see how that race was developing with the camera angles available but it was hard charge across the line, with Penn State narrowly claiming their A Final berth with a ~2 seat advantage.
Relatively low drama second semi, FIT continues to look extremely strong with a dominant performance over the field (and over the entire WV4+ semifinal field). Texas was 14 seconds off of them and looks primed to medal in the event, and Pittsburgh was able to stiffarm UGA to hold on to that last qualifying spot in the event. The race for 2nd/3rd between Lafayette and Texas looks like it'll be a fun one tomorrow!

MV4+ A/B Semis (2:17-2:30)

Bonus C/D Final thoughts, I haven’t watched this race yet but what a photo finish! This is why I love ACRA MV4+s so much
Washington State WashU St Louis jumped out to a massive lead early on (stream turned over a little late) and looked confident and smooth through the line, unchallenged. Florida kept the closest to them and were comfortably ahead of the rest of the field, but still about a boat length of open water behind WashU, while Michigan State was half a length of open behind them to round out the A Final qualifiers. A late race push by UCLA brought them into fourth, and Texas and URI round out this semi's B Final qualifiers.
Defending champ Bowdoin looked strong in their semi, comfortably leading and never quite challenged. They were trailed by Lafayette and Vermont, the latter of which made a nice charge into Lafayette in the last 250 to trim their deficit to ~2 seats across the line. WashU looks very strong in this event, but it's hard to count out the defending champs until the race is run, and Florida looks to be making strong arguments for a medal as well. We'll see how it all shakes out tomorrow!

M2V8+ A/B Semis (2:30-2:42)

UVA was the cream of the crop in this first semi, they had a six-seat lead on the field at the 1min mark, open water by the 2min mark, and comfortably held control of the race down the course. The qualifying race, on the other hand, was anything but comfortable for the crews involved. Notre Dame was off the pace at the start, and Delaware, Bucknell, GW and Minnesota were fighting tight for those last two A Final spots. Around the 1000m mark, Minnesota began to fade while ND surged, with Bucknell, GW and Delaware still jockeying for position. Around the 1250, the dogfight in lanes 1-3 between GW, ND and Delaware really began taking off and even started cutting into UVA's open water lead, while Bucknell started to fall off from the rest of the field. Crossing the 1500m, Delaware had 2 seats on ND who now had 4 seats on GW, and then GW began to take its signature (for this weekend anyway) late race surge. Absolutely tight margins to cross the line, but GW just ran out of track space--final results UVA (0.0) > Delaware (+4.1) > ND (+4.9) > GW (+5.0). Bucknell and Minnesota round out the B Finalists.
This looked to be a 2-boat race for first off the line with Michigan and UCLA fighting hard. Crossing the 1k, Michigan held a 3 seat lead on UCLA, who was bow-to-stern on Purdue with the rest of the field back open water on Purdue. UCLA uncorked a killer move around 1250m in to surge from 3 seats down to eventually reach a cox-to-bow lead on Michigan heading into that final 500m. Purdue remained comfortably behind the leaders but comfortably ahead of challenges from Washington State, UNC and OCC. Final finish order was UCLA (0.0) > Michigan (+2.5) > Purdue (+7.5), with WSU, UNC and OCC filling out the B Final in order. UVA v UCLA looks to be the race for gold, with Michigan v Delaware looking to be the race for bronze, though there is still plenty of room for any of these crews (and ND and Purdue) to assert themselves and throw the order into disarray.

MV8+ A/B Semis (2:42-2:54)

Camera angle made this a little tough to see the early action, but early results seemed to show ND with a ~6 seat lead on Michigan who had a 2 seat lead on OCC and then the rest of the field trailing closely behind them. Catching up with a better angle around 750m into the race, ND had clear water over the field with Purdue, OCC and Michigan in a dead heat for the last two A Final spots. Crossing the 1000m, ND maintained their assertive lead, with Purdue four seats ahead of OCC and Michigan 2 seats back of Coast. Michigan ripped off a massive move at the 1250 to close their gap with Coast but Coast managed to weather the storm and hold things even from there before unleashing a move of their own to retake their 2 seat lead to cross the 1500m. Michigan began falling off the pace in the last 500m and entering the red buoys saw Purdue and OCC trading haymakers while Michigan was a full length back of them. Notre Dame crossed the line looking comfortable while Purdue managed to hold off OCC's late charge to win by roughly one seat, finish order looking like ND (0.0) > Purdue (+4.8s) > OCC (+5.1s). Michigan, Delaware and WSU rounded out the B Final entrants.
Great race at the top in this semifinal though minimal drama for who would be the qualifiers. UVA and UCLA charged out to the lead the pack at the start of the race, and crossed the thousand roughly even, with Rutgers in third by ~6 seats over Minnesota and 6 seats behind the leaders. UVA called a great move at the 1000m mark to take a 4 seat lead, but UCLA countered to draw back even at the 1250m. From there, it was the UVA show, and UVA slowly walked their way through UCLA and ended up winning the race with their coxswain on UCLA's bow deck. Rutgers was open water behind UCLA, and Minnesota was bow-to-stern behind them. Final order was UVA (+0.0) > UCLA (+2.7) > Rutgers (+5.3) > Minnesota (+7.7), with GW and Bucknell joining Minnesota in the B Final. UVA and ND look to be the gold medal favorites this year with UCLA rounding out the podium, though I have my clear biases and hope that my fellas in the blue and gold can uncork a monster race to end their season and make those two sweat.

WV8+ A/B Semis (2:54-3:06)

Some excitement in these semis! Vanderbilt jumped out to an early lead that they never gave up, but Northwestern sure made them work for it every step of the way down the course. UCSB held a 2 seat lead on Bowdoin through the 1000, but Bowdoin took a hard charge into the third 500m to take a small lead over the Gauchos. Entering the red buoys, Bowdoin continued to maintain a small margin and crossed the line first by roughly one seat. Final finish was Vandy (0.0) > Northwestern (+1.6) > Bowdoin (+3.1) > UCSB (+3.7), with Middlebury and Grand Valley joining UCSB in tomorrow's B Final.
Slight drama here, OCC jumped out to an early lead and held that lead well into the third 500, with UC Irvine and Purdue fighting it out in lane 2 and 3 and URI staying in the picture a bit in lane 4 but well off those main 3. Crossing the 1500m, Purdue started a move to walk on OCC to draw things make it through OCC and take a 2 seat lead, with Irvine keeping contact with them but Purdue taking full control. Entering the red buoys, Purdue had its coxswain clear of both UCI and OCC's bow seats, with those two in a dead heat going into their final sprints. Coast found just a bit more across the line to defeat their Newport-based rival with a final margin of Purdue (0.0) > OCC (+1.9) > UCI (+3.1). URI, Florida and Vermont closed out the Semi in order to fill in the other three slots in the B Final. The three lead boats in the second semi posted such faster times than Semi 1 that I have to think conditions shifted things somewhat, but we'll have to see how the racing goes tomorrow.
There are also a few grand finals going off today (MAM1x, M4x, LMN4+, M2N8+, M3V8+) that’ll I’ll probably sneak some viewing time on as well. Best of luck to everyone racing today!
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