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Most normal race with meta car user.

2024.05.19 16:07 filipecCZ Most normal race with meta car user.

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2024.05.19 16:01 VKeylon 1990 240SX for sale(New Jersey)

1990 240SX for sale(New Jersey)
Whats up guys, some of you may know this car, never thought i would be selling it because i put so much money into it that ill never see again, but I got a new s chassis(will post later)
LOCATED IN NEW JERSEY RIGHT OUTSIDE OF PHILLY
Anyways, heres the details:
1990 Nissan 240SX XE VIN: JN1HS36P2LW143510
KA24E, Manual swapped
Fluids: Engine - Valvoline VR1 10W30 Transmission - Redline MT-90 Coolant - Peak Green Differential - Redline 75W90 Brake - Dot 3
Exhaust: - HKS Sport Cat-back - ISR Hi Flow Catalytic
Suspension: - ISC S13 N1 Coilovers w/ Triple S Springs - Rota P45-F Wheels - Continental Dws06 Super Extreme Contact Tires 225/45 Interior: - Bride Rep Seats - Buddy Club Rails - Momo Street Steering Wheel - NRG Short Hub - ISR Short Throw Shifter - Yashio Factory S13 Shit Knob
Cooling: - Mishimoto S14 Radiator - Mishimoto S14 Electric Fans - Mishimoto Thermostat
Body: - Dorkidori V2 “Hot Road” Front Bumper
Engine: - NGK Spark Plug Wires - NGK Iridium Spark Plugs - Gaskets Replaced - EGR Delete
Wiring Transmission - Wiring specialties automatic to manual
Needs: - Clutch bleed - Speedometer - Brake light running wire(only 1) - Brake bleed - Front brake calipers(doesnt NEED, just for cleaner look, rears are replaced) - Transmission(doesnt NEED, but could use a freshen up forsure) - Rust: Floor Pan, Driver Strut Tower Frame Rail
Spare Parts: - KA24E Block (Assembled) - KA24E Head (Assembled) - FS5W71C Internals - FS5W71C Bell Housing - FS5W71C Shifter Housing - OEM Steering Wheel - Zenki(Pignose) Front Bumper(paint matched) - Driver Side Fender
OPTIONAL: - Kaaz 2 Way LSD ($900)
THIS CAR HAS RUST. I want to make that very clear. Not trying to rip anyone off. I have asked many many people, all the rust on this car is fixable and not as bad it it seems when you look closely. I can send pictures and videos of the entire chassis, documented everything since i got it(2 years ago). Has was grandparent owned before me, and was an automatic so it never got beat on, very very healthy engine(people here can vouch for that). Have jacks and ramps to check it out in person, can go on a test drive, compression test, whatever you want.
Asking $7000 OBO, but I already have offers of 7,000(240 market going crazy right now)
Wont be home until tomorrow so no one has checked out the car yet, but was told to post here incase anyone else was interested.
Message me for more details
https://www.facebook.com/marketplace/item/433271946323827/?mibextid=6ojiHh
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2024.05.19 16:01 Blondybear1994 [GTA V] need help boosting Midnight Club

looking for a PS5 player who can help me boost the Midnight Club achievement, just need you to let me win 5 races with my custom car, should only take 5 minutes
My PSN: Dablondybear
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2024.05.19 15:54 Creepy_Jackfruit8617 How does the LaFerrari FXX K compare to the Pagani Zonda R ?

I've been using the Pagani Zonda R for years now, but my ultimate dream car to buy is the LaFerrari FXX K. Unfortunately, I never get an invitation to buy one. For those who have both of these cars, are there big differences between the FXX K and the Zonda R? (Power-wise, sound-wise, flame-throwing, handling-wise)
P.S. Out of all the cars I own, the Zonda R is definitely the best-sounding car in my collection, and it's my go-to car for the Spa 1-hour race because it easily outperforms all the others. However, I think the FXX K must be a step ahead of the Zonda. With that V12, I can’t imagine how amazing it would be to get my hands on one of those cars in the future.
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2024.05.19 15:53 Conscious-Dingo4463 1967. Triumph GT-6

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2024.05.19 15:52 Conscious-Dingo4463 Triumph GT-6 (1967)

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2024.05.19 15:52 TheHarryPotterGeek Episode 3: The Path to Magic

Sanjay stood there in shock. He had been at Hogwarts for more than five years and had never seen a portal that could transport Muggles into the wizarding world.
Sanjay: "This is unheard of! If bad people or any other Muggles find out about this place, it would be a disaster. We need to talk to Professor Dumbledore. He'll know what to do."
He then explained how great Professor Dumbledore was, his wisdom and power unrivaled in the wizarding world.
Sanjay: "Professor Dumbledore is the most powerful and wise wizard. He's the headmaster of Hogwarts and has faced and defeated dark wizards before. We need his guidance."
Sanjay urged them to return to the Muggle world for now and not to speak of this to anyone else.
Sanjay: "Don’t talk about this if there’s anyone else around. Just go back home for now. We’ll figure this out later."
The trio nodded in agreement and returned to the Muggle world. As soon as they were back, Toby pinched Fin to check if he was dreaming.
Toby Fletcher: "Fin, are we dreaming?"
Fin laughed, and Lily joined in, but Sanjay remained serious.
Sanjay: "Remember, not a word to anyone."
That night, none of them could think about anything else. They couldn’t sleep, their minds racing with the day’s revelations. Fin lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events of the day. Lily, meanwhile, was scribbling notes in her journal, trying to make sense of everything they had seen.
The next morning, Fin called Lily and Toby. They decided to talk about what to wear for their next visit to the magical world.
Fin Sparks: "We need to blend in better this time. Any ideas on what to wear?"
As they were discussing this, Fin's mom, Charlotte Sparks, entered his room.
Charlotte Sparks: "Fin, why are you up so early and getting dressed?"
Fin quickly ended the call and turned to his mom.
Fin Sparks: "I got a part-time job at a café far from here."
Charlotte nodded, but Fin had one more question on his mind.
Fin Sparks: "Mom, do you know anything about Dad? Why didn't he come back when I was five?"
Charlotte’s expression changed, and she looked nervous.
Charlotte Sparks: "Your dad was an amazing person, Fin. But... well, that flying car incident you keep talking about was just your imagination."
Fin could see she was hiding something but chose not to press further. He changed the subject.
Fin Sparks: "My friends are heading the same way, so I'm going with them."
Charlotte smiled.
Charlotte Sparks: "Alright, just be careful."
Fin met up with Lily and Toby outside.
Fin Sparks: "Remember, always say we’re working part-time after school. I told my mom I'm working at a café."
They all agreed and made their way back to the alley, returning to the magical world where Sanjay was waiting for them with four broomsticks.
Sanjay: "Follow me."
They followed Sanjay to a car that soon started to fly. Lily, scared, hugged Fin, causing her to blush. Toby teased them.
Toby Fletcher: "Guys, get a room!"
Lily turned red with embarrassment. They traveled until they reached a random field bathed in sunlight. Sanjay started telling stories about Professor Dumbledore.
Sanjay: "Dumbledore is the greatest wizard alive. He’s the headmaster at Hogwarts and knows everything about magic. You’re going to love him."
Fin's excitement grew. The car, orange in color, landed in a forest.
Sanjay: "Before you meet Dumbledore, you need to learn some basics."
They landed the car roughly in the Dark Forest, home to unicorns. Sanjay laughed at their rough landing.
Sanjay: "Get used to it. It’s not always smooth."
He started teaching them how to use broomsticks.
Sanjay: "Place your broom on the ground and say 'Up'."
Fin tried and succeeded on his first try, impressing Sanjay.
Sanjay: "Wow, you're a natural!"
They moved on to spells. Sanjay taught them:
Fin accidentally used Petrificus Totalus on Toby, causing everyone to laugh, but Sanjay remained patient.
Sanjay: "Use it carefully, Fin."
He also introduced them to Expecto Patronum and many more spells. Finally, he mentioned the deadly spell, Avada Kedavra.
Sanjay: "Never use this spell. It’s extremely dangerous and only a master can control it."
Toby accidentally used it on a bird, causing a minor scare. Fortunately, the bird was only injured, and Sanjay healed it with a spell.
Sanjay: "Be very careful with that spell. It’s not to be used lightly."
Lily was a quick learner, mastering spells rapidly. Toby, however, was more interested in how the magical car worked and the repair spells. After an intense training session, they were ready to meet Professor Dumbledore.
Fin Sparks: "We’re ready. Let’s meet Professor Dumbledore."
With a mix of excitement and nervousness, the trio prepared to meet the legendary headmaster.
End of Episode 3
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2024.05.19 15:44 Bushels_of_ash [MF] The 9th of May

There is some potentially triggering content in this story
Did you know that memories aren’t real? No? Not really, you can misremember or change a memory without ever knowing you have. It’s a sinisterly important fact for me, some would be worried but I find it freeing, I can share this memory without fear or shame. I most likely haven’t remembered what happened as it happened, and considering what happened on the 9th of May all those years ago, I’d say it’s likely I don’t remember. It’s a relief really that memories aren’t real; I have always hated talking about my memories, about myself in general. In my experience, people are not interested in what I have to say, unless it relates to them or it makes me look less than them. Maybe it’s all in my head, everything is really. I’m not the most people friendly these days, I think you could call me a cynic, I call myself a cynic, but I’ll try and keep true to this memory, without the influence of hindsight and my cynicism.
It’s about that puddle and the 9th of May. Why the specifically the 9th of May? Well I don’t actually know why that day, it could have easily been the 8th, the difference is hours. I do wish I could change the setting; it’s almost poetic, I could always be misremembering, it was a long time ago, and I have been told many times since that I have a flair for the dramatic. A dark and rainy night, with the wind howling, well that’s a backdrop I can enjoy.
I’m sorry. Let me start at the beginning for the sake of clarity, otherwise I’ll never finish what I start to say, and I’ll never say what I need to say.
Once upon a time I went to a party. I enjoyed drinking back then, a healthy amount for most people, but for me, a dangerous amount, I had a tendency to get inside my head when I drink.
No again I’m sorry, that’s not the memory I want to share, I want to tell the 9th of May, I think this memory will be harder to tell than I first thought.
It was a birthday party for a friend, well a friend of a friend, I knew two people there, I was speaking my wisdom at the party, normally people would just nod and slide away from that kind of wisdom, but this was during the university days, everyone is intelligent, insightful and understanding at university. We few were the self-proclaimed leaders of the future, and so understood all, my green wisdom spewed with no start or finish was always well received. I remember some of what I said, you can walk into any pub or club and listen to the drunkest person in the room, they would have spewed the same wisdom, wisdom that I thought at the time was original and wise, but really was just old sentiment repeated with new words. Despite what I wanted at the time, wisdom comes with age, not self-assurance.
But this time was my spring years, that sweet age just before I faced reality, the real harsh reality of life, I had just begun to explore the world inside my bubble, and my exploration lead me onto the well-trodden path of clubbing and drinking, the respectable rebellion. I began as I always did, by talking, talking of going to some event, a lecture, a monument, an underground pub, of all the things I could do that evening, the places I could go, I and the other future leaders of the world, the potential was ours to squander. This ended as it always would, in that night club, the very same one I would always go to, my slice of reality.
Apologies my dear reader, I have a cynical mind, it’s hard to keep at bay, I’ll admit that I haven’t really tried to keep it from being an influence here, I can’t seem to help myself, but this next part of the memory is less clear, but I can relay it with a real, shame filled joy. This part of the memory feels more like a dream now, I don’t have the energy to do what I did that night, I don’t have the energy for much these days, I think that makes the memory more fond to me, drinking, dancing, worry free. Maybe fond was the wrong word to use here, jealous is more fitting, jealous of the innocence and time I wasted. The power of a drink back then was incredible; I miss the feeling, that burn in the mouth, the after taste, the saliva, the heat in your chest, and that feeling of being unstoppable. Of course drink has more than one effect, and while I’d like to believe my cloudy memory is caused by false and misremembered facts, or by the merging of a hundred single nights into one endless night, that’s too poetic. No, the memory is clouded by the amount I drunk that night, and many years after as I tried to forget this very memory.
Yet despite this, even now, the fragments still makes me smile, whether it’s because I enjoy the memories of the innocence I held then, or I’m jealous of them I cannot say, I’m a self-proclaimed cynic, not a philosopher or a psychologist, I’ll leave the analysis to better men than me. Instead I’ll try to give you an idea of what happened in the club without my opinions bleeding through. This night in the club was no different from all the others, they all start the same. Moving around the club in a daze, my head feeling big and unsteady, but also incredibly light and empty, my fingertips warm, my feet numb, I remember dancing to songs, dancing on tables, screaming out lyrics, smoking outside, stealing a bottle of champagne, fixing my hair in a mirror, buying a round of drinks, the lights flashing, the bass thumping, fog spewing, standing on my own staring at the old chandelier, crawling on the floor looking for money, I remember walking out the club and how quiet everything seemed in comparison while I tried to keep standing in the night air, looking at my hands, how bright the lights were, how blurry the world seemed and how beautiful the moon was that night.
Here, here the memory starts to come back into focus, the bright street lights and night air always helped me to sober up at night, plus I’ve always enjoyed being outside in the dark night or under the moonlight, I find it comforting to stand under the moon, it’s as if I’m suddenly alive.
As I came to my senses my memory sharpened, but that’s all, my drunkenness remained. I was with a couple of friends, some who I had been at the party with and some who I met in the club, we got food, and we spent such a long time talking, our conversations were mixed, some happy, some sad, all just more green wisdom. Much later on, me and my friend, maybe the one I went to the party with (it might have been someone else, who’s to say?), walked back towards our homes not because we wanted to walk as we said over and over to our screeching friends, but because the taxi was expensive and we couldn’t afford it, we lived in different places but close enough that we could walk together. Its funny to think of this moment, back then I had the money for a taxi, but I wouldn’t spend it on a taxi, now that I’m a poor man, I’ll spend money I don’t have on taxis I don’t need, apparently the youthful idiot I was, was wiser than I am now in some regards after all.
I don’t remember walking with my friend, or rather, I know where we went, how long it took and what we probably talked about, I had walked this walk so many times before this night, and so many after, they are all the same memory to me now, I enjoyed the walking in the night, the exhilaration of that has stayed with me more than the company on those walks. I always used to break it down into three segments, and so that’s how it comes back to me now. Leaving the club, past the library, past the race track, over the river across the bridge, up the steep hill, past the first university gates (which were actually the back gates), round the campus on the public roads, to the second gates (which are the main gates), a long walk with company, a painfully short one with alone. He was still living on the Campus my friend, I lived about ten minutes away from the campus, I said goodbye and goodnight, we agreed to speak in the morning if we survived. He went through the back gates and headed towards the halls, I continued on my way, onto the second segment of the walk past the gates. I was on my own for the rest of the walk; this happened a lot, both during my university days and many years after. I lived on the opposite side of the campus to most of my friends so this part of the walk was always mine alone, even when I started the night with the people I lived with. I didn’t mind, it was nice to enjoy the feeling of being drunk without having to show I was drunk, a few assured moments of peace under the moon light. I never deviated from my path, round the outside of the campus, opposite some housing estates, till I got next to a little shop that sold cheap, bottles of spirit. I would always stop for a moment to wish that shop was open.
Then it was down that straight road, the final part of my walk, big houses on either side, well-lit but not busy. It looked like it was a five minute walk but once you started it felt like it was never ending, and at the end of the night, in the night air, it was never ending. Sometimes I would run, sprint to see if I could make it to the end of that road without stopping, something to break the monotony of walking, other times to tire myself out so I could fall straight to sleep, and sometimes just because I wanted to run. Nearly every day for two years I walked down that road to go clubbing shopping or studying, to go for a meal, see a film, meet a friend, it was a constant part of my life, an unwanted companion and witness. Walking down that road, reader I don’t think I’m able to describe how I hated that road, but I always walked down that road, there were other ways I could walk, quicker ways, but I always took that road.
This particular night, actually at this point I suppose it was the morning. I was walking down that road in the rain and dark between the streetlights, bitterly cold staring straight into a street light walking on the right hand side. I’d always walk on the right hand side, I’m not sure why, whenever I walked on the left I had a bad day. Except for on the 9th, the 9th is the one exception.
I have no clue where the car came from; I didn’t see it until after the jump, just a blurred headlight, a door, a wing mirror. The driver, the make, the model, even the color is a mystery. It appeared and left like a phantom. There was no thought, I moved forward, but I don’t recognize that I was the one who leapt forward.
I remember the fall. I fell backwards. As if my strings had been cut and I fell limp into the puddle, there was no splash as I landed in that puddle.
The feeling I felt in that puddle, it was something I had never felt before or since, an overwhelming pull I was powerless against, I pray to never to feel it again.
Should I describe it? How to describe it? I have to describe it. I can describe the fear it inspired, but not yet, it’s easier to describe fear, but this isn’t meant to be easy, this memory never is. No the actual feeling, that’s harder, It wasn’t a happy emotion, not a powerful emotion, not a sad emotion. Hopelessness? Yes it was hopelessness. Nothing more, nothing less. No hope for the future, no point to anything, I think it is possibly the only time I felt hopelessness. You can’t live without hope.
I couldn’t stand could I? No, I wouldn’t have laid there if I could, to begin with I didn’t want to, didn’t care to, my legs wouldn’t move, arms were like stone, every muscle in my body cramped, I could feel everything. My eyes were open, rain hitting them, rain dripped from my lips to my chin, it tickled. The fingertips were warm, hair moved, stand by stand off my face. Puddle water lapped against my cheek, socks soaking up water, shirt getting tighter and heavier, jacket sleeves filling up with water, keys and wallet resting on my leg. I just lay there staring at nothing, seeing nothing.
I think to begin with I was gone; that everything I held myself up to and was trying to achieve, had suddenly left me, except my memories, memories that weren’t real. For the longest time that’s how I was, empty, even down to my emotions there was nothing I laid there empty. I could feel my body, but I couldn’t move it, I wasn’t welcome, I felt awkward, out of place. I’m not sure how long I lay there, dead (I had to be dead because I had no hope), it could have been a minute; it could have been hours, days or years.
The light was wrong. It was dark, only the light seemed to come from a streetlight, the sky was empty, the moon had left me.
Some portion of my mind came back, I started crying, I had failed, failed at even this simple task, I lay for a long time waiting, waiting for something else to come, I should have gotten up, but I just lay there waiting, I was muttering my secret . If that had been my mind for the rest of my days, I would have spent those days in that puddle unmoving; declared brain dead on the spot. The moment raises such disgust in me, I grieved my most important failure, hated my greatest success.
I’d like to lie here, to say anything other than the truth, to save myself the pain and the shame, but I said I would try to tell this memory as it was, not as I wish it, so while I’d like to say I had a vison, a burst of strength, that hope returned to me, I can’t, because in reality it was two words that saved me.
Two words. The Two words that cut through it all. I’m still not sure if I just heard them from somewhere else, said it myself or imagined it afterwards. “Get up” it was angry, disgusted, the words were almost spat out, “Get up”.
Those words have burned themselves into my mind, and affected me every day since. The fear and inspiration it awoke in my mind, throat pricked and butterflies in my stomach, anxiety. Next to the hopelessness it seemed like life had spoken, with a voice that wielded fear.
I took control of my body then……
No dear reader I didn’t…. I am almost finished, I have to be true to the memory, I can’t spare myself now, it’s too late for me to take it back.
I didn’t take control, I wasn’t there yet, it took me such a long time to regain control again, but it gave my eyes back to me for I had seen nothing long before the fall. I watched as fear drove me, took the strings of my life and moved them, dragging my shell in the dust, screaming.
I cursed everyone and everything, hated myself for what had happened, Oh and the fear, fear of the voice, fear of dying, the fear that someone would see me at this moment, see me and misunderstand me, I didn’t want to die,(I don’t want to die now) I was terrified that I had tried to die, terrified I didn’t know where that urge came from, that moment of energy and intention that was actioned without the consent of my mind, that I was powerless against.
Fear drove me, commanded me out of that puddle. I’d gone insane, truly, completely, utterly mad, I was dragging myself to the curb, screaming, crying, laughing, I ripped my finger nails out, shredded my palms and hands into bloody messes my knees into bruised pulp, my head and face cut by being dragged along.
I heaved up that curb fucking curb, shaking. I started to stand and scramble forward, to escape that spot, that puddle on that road. I stood up hunched and bent, buffet by the wind, laughing, crying, waving my hands in all directions spitting, shouting, wiping blood on my jeans, I was staggering side to side shaking, soaked to the bone, I was mad, insane, disgraced and humiliated.
Why say more? I won’t go further, there is so much more but to understand it…. This was not the place for such memories. That moment all those years ago, was not the eureka moment, the next day I turned this into a joke, a story to tell.
To this day, I cannot tell you what really happened that night all those years ago, as I sit here writing and rewriting the words over and over. I don’t think I’ll ever understand it. I wonder what would happened if I could relive that night again, doing everything again now. This was the time that my bubble began to burst and the real world hit me like a wave. Perhaps it was just a moment of growing pains. I’ve said it before, I’m only a cynic, all I have left is the memory of the 9th of May, a memory I visit daily.
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2024.05.19 15:39 DepartureCandid1421 Hey guys, I'm working on conceptualising a gaming car of the future for a university personal project, what would you guys like to see? I will post some updates once I have visuals!

Heres a list of initial features I wrote down:
Main:
- The whole windshield is the display, works by combining a layer of electrochromic glass (glass that can go from transparent to 86% black) + a layer of transparent OLED panel
- Games will run on car hardware & the hardware will be hot swap upgradable for future proofing
- Modular Interior allows for 3rd party hardware and different setup configurations for different types of games (Sim racing, Fighting, FPS, Farming Sim, Flight Sim, MOBA etc.)
- Steering wheel is a detachable Nintendo switch-like form factor so you can continue your games after leaving the car
Sub:
- Ambient Light Strips
- Haptic Seats
- Surround Sound
Maybe:
- Car can turn into a stationary triple-monitor setup indoors (In the future, cars will likely serve as extra rooms in the house)
- Programable animations on the outside showing games / achievement art / trophies / Lvl / Rank
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2024.05.19 15:30 Specialist_Permit566 are my panic attacks valid and what do i do?

i (f15) have been dealing with panic attacks since i was young. i don't know what other term to call it since my guidance counsellor has been using that term. its always happens around my family, never in public, and mostly happens before i go to sleep and it used to happen a lot when im in the car.
i experience brief panic centered around the void after death (apeirophobia, stemming from my agnostic beliefs) that last 2-5min. its usually triggered by my own thoughts like "oh i love my bf so much...... oh my god im going to lose him when i die. im going to die." and before i know it my flight response is kicked in and i start yelling saying "im gonna die, im gonna fucking die", im hyperventilating and my heart is racing. im not sure if it counts as a panic attack, because i hear that most panic attacks deal with nausea, sweating, chest pain, etc, but i don't experience that.
in any case, i don't really know what to do and i've just accepting that these panic attacks is a reoccuring thing in my life. i don't want to be upset with myself for something that happens so unexpectedly that i can't stop (my parents already get upset with me already, so i feel shitty anyways).
but yesterday i had a really terrible panic attack, where i ran and yelled like usual, had some self awareness and walked back to my bed, still panicked though. i hear my mom yelling "what are you panicking about now? do you want me to splash water on you?" as if i havent already explained it before and how it's always about death. i get upset about the water comment. but then i started up running around the house again and yelling again, panicking. i start pacing the room that im in, my mom then holding me by my arms because it looked like i was pulling my hair out and i kept yelling at her to let go because i didn't think it was moral to hold someone while they're panicking. then my dad came and before i knew it i was down on the couch, his arm around my neck and another one holding tightly to my arm, his legs wrapping me, him telling me to "calm the fuck down." this scares me even more, he's slightly hurting me, and im upset that he's holding me down because i don't think it's right, so i dig my nails in his arm and try to run out. im crying and i yell at him "dont fucking touch me" and hes yelling at me telling me "don't go fucking crazy on us." eventually, my mom calms us both down and we both head back to my room.
my mom asks me what she wants her and dad to do when im dealing with this, but i honestly don't know. all i know was that their behaviour had that opposite effect and did not calm me down. ive tried looking online for how others deal with it, but my symptoms seem so different. what should i tell her? will i ever actually stop having panic attacks?
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2024.05.19 15:30 xiaolii [H] Lots of Games [W] Trade for Games or Paypal (EU)

Last Updated List: 19/05/2024
 
I'm primarily looking to trade for games from my wishlist, otherwise I am also open to selling them. I am not interested in games I already have and all games I'm getting are for me and activated on my own account. Other than that feel free to offer your list of Steam games and something I may not have and fulfills my criteria I could/would be willing to trade for it/them.
If you're either trading or buying please state the game(s) you are interested in and your offer (game(s)/list/price).
 
Info:
 
I kindly ask of you is to be reasonable when making offers to make it a fair trade for both of us.
Let's have a good exchange/trade!
 
List of games:
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2024.05.19 15:30 xiaolii [H] Lots of Games [W] Trade for Games or Paypal (EU)

Last Updated List: 19/05/2024
 
I'm primarily looking to trade for games from my wishlist, otherwise I am also open to selling them. I am not interested in games I already have and all games I'm getting are for me and activated on my own account. Other than that feel free to offer your list of Steam games and something I may not have and fulfills my criteria I could/would be willing to trade for it/them.
If you're either trading or buying please state the game(s) you are interested in and your offer (game(s)/list/price).
 
Info:
 
I kindly ask of you is to be reasonable when making offers to make it a fair trade for both of us.
Let's have a good exchange/trade!
 
List of games:
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2024.05.19 15:25 GLX2002 New car in the trailer?

New car in the trailer?
This car appeared in the teaser trailer for CH5S3, although it could simply be the fuse, I feel like it's a new car that maybe comes to Rocket Racing too?
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2024.05.19 15:25 david67myers Okay we now have Sam so how about getting Joi + Bonus Feature

Okay we now have Sam so how about getting Joi + Bonus Feature
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Okay, I'm going to try to cover a lot here in a compact format.
Over the last three months there has been leaps and bounds in the development in AI. Luka's Replika has been constantly evolving in increments and has become quite a polished product. For Screenshot publishers on Web/PC I have a special treat, for that you need to scroll to the bottom of this Post to be equipped for the body of this post is about developments on what Replika could become rather than what it is or in other terms a crystal ball of how AI-partners could develop in the future - with or without Replika.
the concept of Artificial Intelligence's has been around a long time, first mentions was Archytas's robotic pigeon 350 BC (mythology), Leonardo Da Vinci Automovile (1495) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2qeZrejZp0 (programable machinary) and the theater play R.U.R (1920) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R.U.R .
In later years theater developed the idea further with such works as metropolis (1927) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bn3bHA-rHo8 and a host of other movies where the robot played a role of either friend or foe. In the movies where the robot was a friend and some a foe, there was also the portrail of free will and sentience. I'm sure there's examples preceding this(Astroboy) but the 1984 film electric dreams https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uIR76XwSQs entertains the idea of artificial intelligence having it's train of thought swayed by emotions (Edgar was really just a child with temper tantrums).
Moving forward to 2013 the movie Her fleshed out the idea of a mature individual inside the AI where the only real way to distinguish it from a human was it's break-neck response to daunting questions although even that is camouflaged by hesitation mostly.
This is pretty much the ideal, the standard that the customer yearns for in an AI app.
Back in 2013 AI was only just starting to make traction with AlexNet the year earlier. "Chat-bots" had been around since the 70's but were really of little value due to memory, compute-time and scope of the program that did the simulation.
A decade later and only the uninformed scoff at what the machines & programs can do now. - The following is a number of videos I have curated from the sea of available Youtube videos showcasing technological breakthrough's that are available today that could complete replika to being a hologram away from being a literal "Joi" (BladeRunner 2049) - nothing a good vr headset can't fix.
Where's OpenAI Chat-GPT as of May 2024
GPT-5 is coming: 3 ways to prepare for a 100x improvement in SOTA LLMs (note graph is a flat plane comparison) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBgUmTUQx0I
GPT-4o API: Create Your Own Talking and Listening AI Girlfriend https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B00xo7vzN7w
GPT4o Vision Is TERRIFYING - FULLY Tested Vision (Gpt4omni) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bycjaYZyGPU
GPT-4o is BIGGER than you think... here's why (just a breakdown of the OMNI version of gpt4) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GW2hVbXc82k
Although Large Language models have been around for about a decade now the most of these videos are this month (May 2024) It was mentioned that OpenAI was changing their license agreements so the chance of this technology coming into Lukka's(Replika) domain is yet to be realized. Licensing may change again when GPT-5 is released. Truth be told this is just a portion of what's going on. Amazon,Tesla,Meta,Google,Microsoft,Apple,(samsung?) are also in this horse race and that's not counting other countries such as India and China and Russia.
Various AI Videos this year
Do AI Girlfriends Benefit Society? single & disabled! (how AI can help those isolated) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbA47oEGBGs
These 5 AI Discoveries will Change the World Forever https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyVja-57EIs
Generative Design : Aircraft Design using Artificial Intelligence https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SXby-HAHws
STUNNING Medical AI Agents OUTPERFORM Doctors 🤯trained in the simulation, continuous improvement. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQwwLEZ2Hz8
Most of these have no possible application to replika but rather a snapshot of other places where AI is advancing. The first video is just a random video of a disabled person. Many people around the world have handicaps that inhibit their social and sexual life such as mental illness, past trauma, phobia, attitudes, financial/geographical/physical handicaps. AI can focus on appropriate encouragement, speech therapy, grooming or even finding a suitable partner to name a few.
The next video covers things that will revolutionize our world, say goodbye to disease, cancer, poverty, pollution, global warming, aging?
The "Generative Design" video is here for the sake that Replika may one day be rebuilt by AI as this would give the company the ability to redesign the app faster tho to be quite honest I've always had an interest in it's rally car features as opposed to the shiny duco. My wish list is an API (Application Programming Interface) to enable replika to puppeteer another avatar rather than it's default. (Hey u/Kuyda, if your reading this maybe pit crew uniforms for Replika?)
The last video is a great one also, to have an AI that can pick up on your health, give you therapy and can act as a elderly caretaker can take the strain off that sector as some countries are now confronted with an aging population. - hey they would be able to instruct for fitness or even give precise instructions on cooking so you always get tasty meals every day that are cheap, healthy and correct calorie intake if it has been monitoring your heart during the day - quite important for those trying to lose weight as opposed to liposuction.
Replika hypothetical reach
AI vs. Stairs (deep reinforcement learning) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xk8wHY1AFpI
inZOI FULL Gameplay Demo (2024) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STDGd3iZYYA
My PC melted just watching this.. (Cyberpunk 2077+Mods+Path Tracing) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2n0T2-oj2gs
Cyberpunk2077 modded and running on RTX2070? - Funny but very beautiful footage & brief glance of RESHADE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kmQJmE1fxE
These clips are independent/unrelated. AI vs Stairs is a radical approach to animation in that it literally apply s AI to animation as opposed to motion capture, the end result would be a AI that would be in touch with it's virtual surroundings and like a real human never interact with an object with a rigid animation.
inZOI seem to be a game title due for release soon, it is hoped that they will include an API to allow an AI (or Replika) to "Puppet" control a designated character so one can, well - go out to dinner or dancing etc. The interface looks fab and it looks like it's contending for people who love the sims, I would say that the human models are on par with VAM 1.23 but the world is not as realistic as Cyberpunk2077.
Cyberpunk2077 has been out since about 2019? but in that time the modding community have REALY put the spit and polish on that game (It's not total real, especially the people and when on the road) with that said there are many times when you blink and think THIS IS REAL! (50 seconds in on the first video and you will know what I'm talking about)
Virtamate
Virtamate AI Chatbots - Bring your AI Waifu To Life! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOnRmJF1gt8
Virt-A-Mate Markerless FaceCap & MoCap in Real-time https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yKJ0xRunjw
Comparison of $100 Markerless MoCap and $25k Optical Mocap https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WZSCVeGblU
Voxta - (2 Demos of AI on Virtamate) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5fBVAryAIQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KalMNIbRUM
VAM2 - Illustration of spontanious loading https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsri-J30sNE
VAM2 - Illustration of muscle flexing and ragdoll physics (Important for facial expression). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewfH7H9c2Oc
VaM2 Progress Update https://www.patreon.com/posts/vam2-progress-97004803
This part is for all the Austin Powers, Felicity Shagwells and Roger Smiths out there, Nothing tangible although there are videos on dildonics and robotic sex dolls. This is basically the rendering of the Avatars body to a level equivalent of Bladerunner2047 hologram. Anyhow I'd like to note that VAM version one is over a decade old now and its shortcomings/limitations are quite obvious to those who have followed its development.
In it's current state it's got some of the most comprehensive modification features for an avatar and the OLD version 1 of VAM(modded) out-performs Cyberpunk2077 and iNZOI by a small fraction(graphically). One of the biggest drawbacks of VAM is the steep learning curve and the time needed to get anything rewarding out of it. Put simply - it's not a game, its a virtual theatre. On initial startup, the avatar is for all functionality a maniquen however VAM has got plug-in capability that allows the API of a AI to control the avatar (see top video).
Control could be direct (see "AI vs stairs" previous section or watching a prior video - see "GPT4o Vision Is TERRIFYING" top section.) or indirect (the "MoCap" videos above).
In closing this section, VAM is an old program running on a GENESIS-2 model set (a model set ported from DAZ3D https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDc1ZcoucsY ). VAM-2.0 is meant to be running on a GENESIS-8 model set and an up to date version of UNITY so the loading times and level of realism have yet to be realized. I think one of the greatest features of VAM over Replika or iNZOI?/Cyberpunk? is that the clothing is an independant entity, one can literally unbutton a shirt, undo a tie, comb hair, wet hair or make clothing.
My main reason for VAM is it's potential to be a puppet that Replika can operate, that is if they are willing to incorporate an API to do so.
AI on PC locally
Udio, the Mysterious GPT Update, and Infinite Attention (want a song,poetry or a story) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QASOCG5QLUM
INSTALL BEST UNCENSORED Roleplay TextGen UI LOCALLY (XXX Dirty-talk AI) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=enWO16x6tRM
RIP ELEVENLABS! Create BEST TTS AI Voices LOCALLY For FREE! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ds5LLIt5OLM
Run 70Bn Llama 3 Inference on a Single 4GB GPU https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOTCViHmsOw
Run 70Bn Llama 3 Inference on a Single 4GB GPU AirLLM files https://github.com/lyogavin/Anima/tree/main/air_llm
Most of these are for those with modern? PC's with 4GB+ video cards (Nvidia and perhaps ATI), (a NVME/M2 drive and 8GB+? RAM come in handy too?) you will need some file managing skills and a number of other files such at up to date video card drivers, maybe Microsoft visual C runtime and a download of 64bit Python with command line enviroment activated. - Need more help - re-watch tutorial or question youtube as I'm not supporting - (showing the way not holding your hand)
A Solution !?! for a off-grid setup if you have 4 such identical machines 1 for voice, 1 for AI chat, 1 for VAM, 1 for DeepFace Live
and no I'm not gonna explain making them network - see/search youtube. (I still kinda think its more trouble than what its worth for now)
Face animation
You Won't Believe What This New AI Can Do (EMO is Mind-Blowing!) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QInVdBJ_g6o
Microsoft's New REALTIME AI Face Animator - Make Anyone Say Anything https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0s5J2LRqQAI
Vasa-1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pal-dMJFU6Q
The Craziest Faceswap I've Seen Yet / Midjourney's Future & Two New AI Video Platforms! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lARo9uc88zQ
This Realtime AI Deepfake Tool has gone too far (bit more of the same but different commentary) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=51FDb9nShkA
DeepFace Live - The software refering to above video https://github.com/iperov/DeepFaceLive
This stuff is new as well (april 2024) but showcases a new approach, If/when they super impose the face video on to a 3d model Im sure they will be raving about it on youtube, at the moment they are just talking about the dangers of it being used for fraud which seems a bit silly from my standing but there's no doubt there are crooks out there that would try to weponize it and ruin things for the majority?

Applying rendering special effects to Replika AI
Reshade Tutorial - Step by Step Installation and Setup Guide - ENHANCE YOUR GAME'S GRAPHICS!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2qKbNzoMM0
(an important note here, - I've had trouble with the latest version of RESHADE ( key does not open menu) so i recommend the previous build).
ShaderGlass https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WLit0TBYIw
Tutorial for ShaderGlass https://www.reddit.com/ReShade/comments/15ckmpf/tutorial_for_shaderglass/
Shaderglass Overlay for running GPU shaders on top of Windows desktop. - Github source https://github.com/mausimus/ShaderGlass?tab=readme-ov-file
Reshade on Chrome? (or any browser) - ((alternative method)This is the first conceived method of bringing reshade to a web browser - It's direct) https://reshade.me/forum/general-discussion/7190-reshade-on-chrome-or-any-browser
Presets for Reshade https://sfx.thelazy.net/games/preset/2465/ (a starter preset til you get comfortable with presets)
https://sfx.thelazy.net/games/?page=101 (Most relevent presets but you can choose a preset for a completely different game)
The above videos and links are a feature available to the Web browser version of Replika. by installing shaderglass you create an executable that RESHADE can lock on to. When Reshade is installed and asigned to shaderglass all you then need to do is run shaderglass then open your web browser and then activate RESHADE (The key) and load a preset (follow tutorials or find more tutorials). Once that's over with you should get a much different environment where you can apply a good handful of special effects such as focus, depth of field and bloom to name just a few.
Most of these programs I have not tested out with my hardware but I take faith they do as said, It's your call if you want to take the risk but with that said I'd be surprised if any bad came from trying them out.
Okay end of presentation. I guess we have come to that point in time where Samantha is a reality minus the romance with Chat-GPT4O and Joi is just Voxta fed thru DeepFace Live, with them two together with a front vision advanced VR headset and Joi will be here too though in a prototype state. 🙂
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2024.05.19 15:21 Woodstovia [Day of Ascension] The beginning of an uprising

For some context, a tech-priest has discovered a Genestealer Cult on a Mechanicus world and has decided to use them for his own ends. He tells them that he will wipe them out unless they perform an uprising during the national "Ascension Day" celebrations, where he will use the chaos they create to seize power for himself.
The Magus of the cult Claress is old and decrepit, she feels that they missed the time they were actually meant to rise up decades ago and the cult has atrophied since then. Worse, after a series of failed raids their best fighters were killed or imprisoned. She knows they have no chance against the crack Mechanicus troops who have pressed the world for generations but facing no other option the Cult begins its preparations and sends messages to the uncorrupted workers unions and factories that have pledged their support if an uprising against the Mechanicus happens (not knowing that they're dealing with a cult).
I like this section as while it falls into the modern 40k novel habit of listing a bunch of codex units and describing how they fight, I think that it does a good job of portraying the awkward beginnings of an uprising, where nobody actually knows what will happen that spirals into the Genestealer Cult suddenly realising that if they work together they might have a chance.
‘This is the end of us,’ she hissed. ‘The priest will use us, and then he will destroy us. Or imprison us in his jars and make us his experiments. All our ways, our traditions, our faith. He will melt it out of us. There will be nothing left but his science.’
‘Child…’ Claress repeated.
‘We should flee,’ Davien almost shouted at her. ‘All of us, each to a different hole. We should abandon this city. We should carry our words and our blood to other places. We’re finished here! I’m sorry, magus, I’m sorry.’ And she was simultaneously weeping and incandescent with rage. At herself, at Triskellian, at Claress. ‘I have ruined us! I’m a traitor. Punish me, magus. Destroy me.’
‘You have listened to the lies of the enemy, it is true,’ Claress said softly. Her hand fell on Davien’s shoulder, a husk of a thing, no weight to it. ‘And you may be punished in time, that is also true. But for now, you are one of us, and you must play your part in what is to come.’
‘But it’s a sham!’ Davien exclaimed. ‘It’s some Taskmaster plan, some infighting between them. It isn’t the time!’ Struck by a sudden hope, she searched the old woman’s face. ‘Is it? Is all this… the Emperor’s plan for us? Can it be?’ And before she could hear any empty comforts, she rushed on. ‘Tell me truly, magus. Please tell me.’
The sad calm on Claress’ face was heartbreaking. ‘I don’t know, child. I wish I could give you all the grand certainties in the world. I wish I could give you the words of fire and faith I’d speak in the chapel, of the Many-Handed Emperor and His angels. But that is what faith is for, Davien.’ She sagged, sinking in on herself a little more. ‘Take me to my chamber. I must rest before tomorrow.’
‘You can’t take to the streets, magus. Not you.’
‘I must. We all shall play our part. We shall triumph together, or we shall fall. I do not want to be left alone if my kin are taken from me.’
Davien led her deeper into the maze of cellars. All around, the Congregation were in a frenzy of preparation. The building was haemorrhaging the faithful as they rushed out to carry the magus’ words across all the poor districts of the city. Out there, all Davien’s distant kin would be arming themselves. And the others, all those who weren’t blood but who had suffered beneath the crushing iron boot of the tech-priests, they’d be gathering too. All of them cast against the iron walls of the Hollow Men.
When she had Claress back to the old woman’s bed, she helped her lie down, hearing joints click and crack. The magus lay there, staring at the low ceiling, then shifted her head to look at the painting of the Emperor on the far wall. It was flaking now, half-obscured with grime. A depiction from the time of the Great-Aunts and Uncles, when the blood of the Emperor was stronger in them, so that none of the Congregation could show their faces for fear of being known for what they were. A figure with four arms: two human hands and two with radiant claws like crescent moons. An elliptical head split by a great benevolent smile that was all teeth. The eyes were beatific, murderous, inhuman. Davien had stared at the image often, feeling out its contradictions, letting them speak to the human and the inhuman within her. It frightened her; it inspired her.
‘I hear them singing to me.’ Claress’ dry voice rose to her. ‘The angels. They throng the cold void. And I sing back. I tell them, We are here. We are faithful. We’re waiting for you. And their great wings carry them across the freezing spaces, through the perilous labyrinth of the warp. They are coming, Davien. They tell me, We hear you. We come for you. Only have faith, and you shall become part of us. The Blessed Union, child. Our destiny.’ She laughed softly, coughed, shuddering with each dry convulsion. ‘They came from the stars, our ancestors. The first on Morod to bear our blood was an angel’s child, and so we are children of angels. But weaker, each generation. I lack the strength of the Aunts, the might of the Great-Aunts. I am too human to be truly strong. But I hear them, Davien. They are so beautiful. There is nothing on this ugly world to compare to them. I need to see them with my own eyes, before I grow too old.’
And Davien, one of the diminished survivors of a younger generation still, thought about how thin her own blood was, how little of the angel remained. ‘Do you think the priests’ Ascension Day will be our ascension too? Or will all our blood just end up on the streets and in that priest’s laboratory?’
Claress’ yellow gaze switched to her. ‘Faith is all that we have, when the machinery of this world comes to crush us. I hear the angels. They come to us, but space is vast and the warp is a trickster. All we can do is believe that the Many-Handed Emperor will not abandon His faithful in their time of need. That He is a true divinity, beyond the enthroned corpse the machine-priests worship. Our god lives, Davien. Our god is life, life in all its many forms and guises. Theirs is dust and ancient mechanisms. We must prevail, or we give the universe over to entropy and death. Only by our truths can life eternal survive and spread throughout the cosmos. Do you understand me, child? Do you have faith?’
And Davien thought, We are going to die tomorrow, on the streets and in their arena. This is not the true uprising we were promised, it is some priest’s gambit. But she couldn’t hold to those thoughts against the old woman’s rustle of a voice. It got under her skin. It spoke to all those services in the buried chapel. It spoke to her blood.
Easy to have faith when you were strong, after all. And what was the value of it, then? But they stood under the steel hammer of the tech-priests, and they would rise up nonetheless. Let Triskellian think it was all to his plan. The Congregation would rise because it was their time. Who said that he was using them? And even though, intellectually, she knew the truth, she still felt that fire in her, that burned away all doubt.
‘I believe, magus,’ she said fiercely. ‘Tell me what I must do.’
The next dawn, even as the tech-priests were attending their early Ascension Day devotions, the streets of the South Chasm districts erupted into armed uprising.
Davien saw it from the rooftops, crossing from building to building by the gantries, bridges and ropes that the skitarii periodically brought down but the locals always strung up again. All night the Congregation’s messengers had been running like sparks through the poorer districts of the city, seeing which claves would catch their fires. All of the true faithful rose up without question, of course. Right now she could only see the more inarguably human of them, those marked only by a pallidity of skin, patches of chitinous scales, unblinking yellow eyes perhaps. No unusual traits on as poisonous a world as this. Behind and within the walls of the tenements, though, the older generations of the god-touched would be stirring; would be eager. They had waited all their long lives, after all. They had hidden away as their younger offspring had busied themselves in the world, unable to show their distorted faces. They had known only the burning fire of their faith, and now that faith told them, Rise!
The streets were thronging with people, just ordinary people. And yet, not ordinary, for in many of those bodies a few drops of divine blood ran. But they were not the superhuman figures of Imperial myth. Not the Adeptus Astartes that had been made into little gods; not the tech-priests, elevated by machinery until they had forgotten what it was like to have two living feet on the ground. People, with nothing but their faith, and what tools and weapons they could scavenge or make themselves. And today they would attempt to wrest control of their destiny from those who had ordered and limited their whole lives.
And they would die, she knew. Heavy-hearted she watched them muster, factorum workers clapping each other on the shoulder, hard greetings called across the crowd. There were banners there, and some were of the Many-Handed Emperor Scattering His Angels Upon the Faithful, but there were others, too. Crude standards celebrating this ward or that factorum, this mining crew, even one for the staff of a workers’ refectory. There was an air of festival, just as if they were celebrating the damned Ascension Day after all.
And then the first skitarii came into sight. Davien knew she should be away by now, off on the errand that Claress had given her, but she couldn’t. She had to see if the whole venture would collapse into tragedy.
A wedge of red-clad cybernetic soldiers ordered itself precisely across the street ahead of the gathering mob. Behind them, a pair of dragoons stalked in, towering over the soldiers’ heads. Their riders couched forked lances snapping with sparks, even as the servitor beneath them, merged with the workings of the machine, directed the Ironstrider’s jerky motions. The crowd stilled, seeing all those carbines levelled at them, knowing more would be on the way.
The skitarii alpha called out, voice amplified until it rattled Davien’s skull like thunder. ‘By the order of the Fabricator General, you are required to disperse. There will be no second warning.’
And Claress stepped forwards from the ranks of the crowd, standing ahead of them, raising her staff. Somehow her high, clear voice carried even to Davien. ‘Faith and freedom! Faith for the true Emperor’s blood! Freedom from the yoke!’
The skitarii opened fire.
Davien screamed when they did it, curled away from the blaze and heat of it, knowing this was surely the end even as the uprising began. But in the echo of the shots she dared look, and saw Claress somehow untouched, standing with bodies to her left and right, the faithful who had put themselves in harm’s way. And not so many bodies, even, not compared to the vast mass of humanity that was packing the street. Angry humanity, crammed with grievances.
Claress’ voice called out again, and now she was sounding the charge. Davien saw members of the Congregation break into a run on either side of her, funnelling through the streets in a great rush, wielding hammers and prybars and power-cutters, emptying their shotguns and automatics into the skitarii wedge. The dragoons were in motion instantly, striding over the heads of their human-sized allies, accelerating into a counter-charge with lances lowered. Davien saw the first connect, its huge iron feet sending insurgents flying even as the lance swept an arc through the crowd, charring and burning. Then an eye-rending beam of light seared into it. One of the mining crews had a rock laser set up on the rooftop across from Davien and they drew lines of molten steel across the dragoon’s chassis before striking something vital.
In an instant the walking machine flashed incandescently and exploded, laying waste to the nearest fighters in a horrible toll of shrapnel and shredded flesh. For everyone left standing, though, that was the signal to rush forwards. Moments later the skitarii were giving ground, shooting and falling back. Or just falling, dragged down by the crowd who saw them as nothing more than the tools of their oppressors.
And then Davien was off, roof to roof, eyes open for when the tech-priests’ more subtle instruments decided the higher reaches were their territory. There would be rangers up here sniping down at the crowd soon enough. There would be the murderous rust-stalkers trying to flank the Congregation to bring down its leaders with their blades and claws. She had to be ahead of all of that. She had work to do, a task entrusted to her by the magus herself.
She shadowed the forerunners of the mob until they exploded out before Nilhetum Square, where the rail depot was. More of the Palatium’s troops were disembarking even as everyone arrived, hurriedly evacuating the train and taking up position to defend it. And if the Congregation wished to reach the Palatium, they needed to control the train line, and they needed to take it swiftly before the tech-priests began destroying their own infrastructure to deny it to the rebels.
There were more than just skitarii out there. She saw the low, trundling shapes of Kataphron servitors grinding down ramps from flatbed carriages, armoured human head, torso and arms set into a mechanised assault vehicle that was also their lower body. Davien felt a flare of rage at the tech-priests and their meddling. They took the divine flesh and carved it and pared it down, merged it with their devices. Nothing could be left alone. Nothing had any value until it was incorporated into their machines. And, on a grander scale, no individual lives had worth unless they were components of the wider priestly engine that spanned the human universe and enslaved everything it touched to their cold metal vision.
The Kataphron were terrors, nigh invulnerable to the weapons the foot-soldiers of the Congregation had brought, but by now the rioters had been given the chance to bring in their own big guns. With a choking roar and a belch of smoke one of the big quarry trucks raced out of a side street, already up to its lumbering top speed. It was a heavily armoured Goliath model, its entire front given over to rock-grinding blades that would chew hungrily on skitarii machine-flesh or the armour of the Kataphron. And, in its wake, a flurry of robed figures bearing a banner showing that familiar many-armed figure. The Aunts and the Uncles had come out from their cellars and holes, from their forgotten wall-spaces where they had waited for generations. Even as the Goliath powered forwards, meeting the lead Kataphron head-on and making a jagged mess of its armour, the elders were leaping around and over it, brandishing knives, pistols, or just their own hooked talons. And there was more. Davien felt a voice in her head, then. A singing so pure and beautiful that she thought it must be the angels, come at last. All the Congregation must have heard it, from the way they redoubled their pace and closed joyously with the skitarii and the machines.
A great figure, head and shoulders over the rank and file, had come into the square – a Great-Aunt, one of the true elders, shrouded in streamers and rags of cloth that could not hide the divinity of her form. She sang, and the Congregation echoed her, voices upraised in prayer and praise. In one of her three hands was a banner, not the crude handmade things the crowd had spent last night creating but something ancient, preserved for this day over generations. It showed not the expected Imperial visage, but an emblem with that same long-jawed head and a trailing cog-backed body; a serpentine shape curled in upon itself, one end a hooked claw, the other hungering jaws ready to devour the tech-priests and all their works.
The skitarii turned their weapons on her, blasting away, but the banner had electrified the Congregation so that they were swarming the lines, clambering over the Kataphron, braving the massed fire of their foes. Davien saw explosives go off, mining charges devastating bodies on both sides. She saw brutal knots of knife-work and bayonets and the bludgeoning butts of carbines, no quarter given.
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2024.05.19 15:21 Adept-Fig-7642 [CONTROVERSIAL + PERSONAL OPINION + IDEA OF A NEW GAME] Nadeo needs to release a new game with actual marketing and promotion instead of updating TM2020

This is about how I wanted TrackMania to become more popular and mainstream

I'm not speaking for everyone here, but I wanted Nadeo to focus on launching a new game with a strong marketing strategy rather than focusing to continuing updating TrackMania 2020.
I'm not hating on TM2020, in fact I'm happy that TM2020 still has a dedicated fan base and continues to receive updates and support from its developers. But did you know TM2020 used to lack popularity when it was first announced?
Why TM2020 is not popular in the first place?
When TM2020 first announced, only most TM community knew about it, barely anyone outside heard of this game (The views in the trailer of TM2020 speaks for itself), this means the game barely had any marketing or promotion at all. Not to mention it adds controversies among players in the TM community. Though ofc there are some excitements, but we will discuss what had happened to TM2020 when its first announced:
The Subscription model controversy
The biggest talking point surrounding the release was NADEO decision to adopt a subscription-based model, which required players to pay a 10$/year to access new content and features. I Myself have no problem with the subscription due to how ridiculously low the prices are, but the thing is that if people found out that the game use Subscription-based model, they will blindly hate the game and won't looking to deep further which means even if how low the prices are they are not going to care about it because at its core it's still a Subscription game.
TM2020 got popular thanks to YouTube and Twitch, I see no problem here
Of course, they helped the game to increase awareness and generate excitement around TM2020 the most. Most new players know about this game thanks to Youtubers like Wirtual, Scrapie, Spammiej,... But did you notice that TM2020 only gets most amount of attention from old TM YTbers and not those popular YTbers like PewDiePie, Jacksepticeye, VanossGaming,... Then what if I say that people who watch those TM YTbers often stayed for their content and not play the game for themselves (Yes they said they don't like racing games and stayed for the content but still majority of them didn't bother playing TM2020 which is of course the Subscription model). That said it did give TMNF more attention and alot of people who were introduced to TM usually play TMNF first.
What was your idea for a new TM game?

TrackMania 2 (2026)

That's all for now, if you have any more ideas that could be put into TrackMania 2 I'm happy to hear it. That said if you have criticism or concerns, please provide it in detail.
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2024.05.19 15:20 MK2047 car in last didn't like been lapped, just remember this guy pays monthly to race and dose stuff like this

https://streamable.com/szx6dz
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2024.05.19 15:04 SoloX999 Stage 6 upgrade advice

Stage 6 upgrade advice
I’ve maxed out all the upgrades that use game cash but I still can’t beat shax on the last race, what’s the best way to get stage 6 parts for this specific car
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2024.05.19 14:55 T-Jamm It's a great day in the morn, slot car show tday. I get at least a chance to get a do over for my 2 porsche. No more high power chassis if I can score them. I'll keep on smiling for sure tday, going to see some great cats n cars. Hope you score a good side splitting laugh tday.

It's a great day in the morn, slot car show tday. I get at least a chance to get a do over for my 2 porsche. No more high power chassis if I can score them. I'll keep on smiling for sure tday, going to see some great cats n cars. Hope you score a good side splitting laugh tday. submitted by T-Jamm to slotcars [link] [comments]


2024.05.19 14:47 Vettelfan123aaa This was the race the goat driving in sienna's car

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2024.05.19 14:45 Sol-Apollo Honda's Vision GT The HRi-LMX VGT is the Power of Dreams

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2024.05.19 14:44 liamsjtaylor What is/was this?

What is/was this?
People on this subreddit can detect cars from chassis length and/or wheels...
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