2021.10.24 06:36 Snutten I was excited to see if this would lead too an ancient room or similar, maybe next time.
2021.10.24 06:36 kycfeel First impression of the Tesla official CCS-1 adapter
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2021.10.24 06:36 Rock3tBunnyy Can i have two different accounts?
hello everyone, i got the main account that is based on road racing, now i want to create a new account where i will do only oval races, is that possible to do? i need to create a new account with different email and everything for do it?
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2021.10.24 06:36 Ginkgoobiloba Succulent-like leafs
2021.10.24 06:36 ChancesAreNoneNow Mild bruising on stomach and strange pain?
Has anyone had this? It started tonight. At first the pain felt like it was going vertically in a line down my stomach but now it’s kind of all over; however it’s worse around the bellybutton. It feels like a mixture of shooting pains, bruising and the feeling you have when you push or clean too hard inside your belly button (nerves maybe?). Now I see mild bruising around my bellybutton. The pain is worse when I bend or push on my stomach. I’ll call the doctor in the morning but wondering if anyone has had this.
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2021.10.24 06:36 Educational_Leather4 Why is shib up?!
Just checked in, haven’t been online in a couple of hours and was wondering why we’re up ~39%? Love it but give me some solidity here🙏🏼😭
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2021.10.24 06:36 spookym8 Anyone know how to make these polls in facebook groups? They look great!
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2021.10.24 06:36 griffinator2 Maggie Rhee (by me)
2021.10.24 06:36 ScrabCrab How can I get sheepshaver to compile?
I'm trying to get Sheepshaver working because I want to check out an old Mac version of a game, but I can't for the life of me seem to be able to compile it.
The version I found on the AUR fails, and so does the one I cloned from GitHub. The GitHub version fails with a
"You don't have ANSI C header files." error, and the one from the AUR just dumps a massive block of information that I have no idea what to do with
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2021.10.24 06:36 cloud97 ULEZ Zone is a LEGAL ROBBERY. A RIGHT-WINGERS wet dream where they can FILL THEIR POCKETS and actually do NOTHING ABOUT CLIMATE CHANGE OR POLLUTION.
I lived in London until the age of 27. I have lived outside for the last 5 years. I can no longer travel the roads and areas of my childhood without being charged, ticketed or billed by the pieces of SH** that have taken over slowly throughout the years. Sadiq Khan can get put in a Brazen Bull as far as I'm concerned. Every year another attack on me and my family while they sit around doing NOTHING except find ways to attack normal people.
Meanwhile, NOTHING for the Grenfell victims. 72 murders. No action, no inquiry not so much as a legal droplet. But they managed to find a way to do this new corruption. Says it all.
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2021.10.24 06:36 smoknfx FTMO® - For Serious Traders (this has got to be the most clever criminal scam, and omg a shitton of traders fall for it, hook and line and sinker)
2021.10.24 06:36 Cabalist_writes The War of Exaltation - Chapter 12
(We are getting to the HFY element of this smackdown. Fear not. They're gonna come out of the gates SWINGING)
Shen leaned over his workbench, one of several salvaged from the burnt out ruin of his old… establishment. One of his men had reported their former warehouse had been completely torched - he suspected a Red Pole had decided to take advantage of his absence. No doubt he would have to raise this at the next gathering, should it occur. But in his bones he felt tired of the politicking, trying to balance his role as a community mentor with the more vicious brigandry that was manifesting in his fellows.
At his core, he was an honourable man. A man of his word. Some of his countrymen, newly arrived by clipper with tales from the old country, were more zealous and opportunistic. They brought opium and other salacious things. He knew that the other dockmen of London wouldn't tolerate an overt expansion by the Chinese - and he'd kept the peace by being quiet, unobtrusive and useful. But also by cultivating a reputation as being a man of straightforward attitudes and prudent justice. One of his men struck down? The favour returned to the longshoremen and stevedores that lounged on the piers. A man's things taken? Safely returned, minus a finders fee. Ship maintenance? Done at a modest price.
He was not a brutal man. Not an unfair man. But he knew his people were on borrowed time as Europe had staggered towards another boiling pot of conflict. Anarchists, Nationalists, all looked for an outlet, someone to blame if the poor had no food, or the jobs weren't as plentiful. Friends became sullen enemies overnight. And his new… colleagues from the old country were making it hard to not be singled out, expanding aggressively, trying to monopolise sailor roles or docklands haulage jobs.
He moved the pieces of strange metal into another configuration and sighed as, yet again, they failed to reveal their secrets. With a groan, he straightened and cricked his neck. The meeting with this strange society of Bradford's had been illuminating - He'd even met their esteemed "Councillor" (or... Spokesman?) - albeit through the curtained window of a carriage. Exemplo Aliud Libertatem Trimphare. Latin. What was it with the Europeans and that dead language?
It was a fortuitous meeting, for now he was secure and had friends with influence. He was less likely to be sought out by the Red Poles as they jockeyed for his coveted role. Absence was a risk, but he imagined they would find themselves rather pre-occupied by these other visitors.
He turned to the matter at hand, moving along to another work bench where several of his workers fussed over crucibles and moved tools around, working at the metal and the salvaged equipment from the demons. The lady, Vahlen, had also sent over a metal canister, sealed with leather straps, of some sort of fluid. A note, attached, commented on its potent disinfectant properties and advised him it could be used in the workshop in case of injury - the source, apparently, the monsters that looked like men. Amazing that, already, they had distilled medicine from menace. A medical kit as it were.
Other men in his position would have shied away, or sneered at the concept. But Shen was a practical man: it was how he survived, why he cultivated the mentality he did. He was also a tinkerer, a man who liked to understand the function of things.
And so he decided to test this new material.
A couple of hours, and a few self inflicted burns and cuts later, he found himself marvelling at fresh skin puckering over recent wounds. One of the seconded British engineers, hauling a crate, paused to watch him.
"What you got there, Chinaman?"
He looked at the man over his spectacles, "You may wish to be more specific. There's a few of us here."
The man looked about to deliver a cutting reply, but a harrumph next to him drew his attention as a tall, well built Chinese man stepped out of the shadow of a doorway. The Brit swallowed and glanced at Shen who just smiled placidly, "Uh, well, just…"
"It is something that may save your life, should you persist in being an ignorant ass, my young friend. Now, please put the crate by the others and go ask Shiang Yi if you can assist him with the forge. We need to get it properly hot."
The licked his lips nervously and seemed to war in himself for a moment, but then disappeared to carry out the tasks. Shen glanced up at his fellow countryman, who grinned at him, "All the same, aren't they?" said the man in Cantonese.
"Sadly so. But we may be able to change a heart by persistence. Much to report?"
"More sporadic fighting. Seems these beasts are not here to do much besides foul the English mood."
"The whole secret lies in confusing the enemy, so he cannot fathom the real intent," mused Shen, "Foolish is the man who assumes the first assault is the only assault. I fear this is but the opening move on the board."
"But it seems to be working. The English are distracted, confused."
"Do not confuse confusion with lacking direction. They have been surprised. But the Empire, when spurred, is a terrifying foe. It will roll over and crush any who oppose it, Especially if their wealth is threatened."
"So why do we work with them?"
"Mutual benefit. And obligation. We are safer here, behind their soldiers, helping them aim their rifles, than sat out there, with many seeking our heads."
Shen sighed and gestured for the man to follow him. They walked around the warehouse they'd managed to have requisitioned - in truth it was a few warehouses, with access to the arches beneath the railway lines of London Bridge Station. A forge, several storage areas and a few workshops were what he needed; so far they had the forge half established, and some benches in here.
But his people were already hard at work; the Chinese weren't just itinerant workers, capable of lifting and shifting - he had ship engineers, plumbers, handymen who could turn their hand to whatever was needed: he now had them sifting, checking and fabricating.
Already they had several woven suits of patchy leather armour - fashioned as a set that could be worn atop a tunic. They used candle flame and a pumped jet of oily fuel to test the armour. And he already had some thoughts on the "Fuel thrower" as a possible weapon. Something to add to their phosphorus petards and the bomblets that the British had taken a surprising liking to.
"Shaojie, you have fought pirates, the men of the Imperial army, the British and near enough every type of man to grace this earthly realm. What have you made of these newcomers?"
The big man wrinkled his scared face, "They are like ants, scrambling. Men I get, I can fight them, see their minds work as they try to find an escape. And most men think of escape in a fight, on some level. These things fight like animals… with fury and ingrained hate. But they are full of fear- you can see it as the tide turns, they panic. But it is still an animal panic. They are… lacking, that's the only way I can describe it. Lacking."
Shen nodded and walked over to a table. Weapon parts were strewn across it - parts of an old shotgun; a rifle butt; trigger housing for a pistol. Screws, pins, everything. Amongst it all sat a crossbow with a large box atop it, alongside a pistol, one of the older Prussian models. Shen sat and looked at his friend.
"And we cannot rely on numbers. We must help these British. It will help us, help cement us in their minds, or at least the minds of their commanders. And it will help position us against our… fellows with ill intent."
"As you say, Master. The British have been surprisingly forthcoming. What would you have of me?"
"Go out into the city, see what you can find in the Docklands, what our fellows are up to. And news, any news, of what is happening beyond the city."
Shaojie nodded and left, leaving Shen to turn back to the bench,. He lifted the crossbow, an old thing of inlaid wood and dark brown varnish, and pulled the large crank lever atop it. The box drew back, pulling the draw string; there was a faint rattle as a bolt settled from the box into the groove of the crossbow. It anchored and then, with a click, it released. He watched the bolt soar across the room and thud into a corkboard thirty feet away. Then his eye fell on the metal canister and his brain began to turn, like so many clockwork wheels.
Moments later he was lost in scribbles, notes and was barking orders in English and Cantonese for parts, bullets, bolts and rifles.
Here was how he could certainly help. Not just as a glorified armourer. When facing a superior foe, one had to adapt, to fight with the tools at one's disposal, to show oneself to be unassailable. The enemy had the advantage, currently. And it was time to throw something else into the mix.
The town was, not to put too fine a point on it, chaos. The outer suburbs, the scattered workers cottages, were deserted and ransacked. A few bodies littered the street, done in by the hands of men it seemed. The trio - George, Carrie and the Artilleryman made their way through the streets to the market square. A makeshift barricade was set up, but deserted. Towards the station they finally found a crowd, jostling to get onto a train. The locomotive itself looked outdated, the carriages little more than cattle-cars. Evidently additional services were running, for now.
A few policemen were vainly trying to calm and control the crowd and George had a creeping sense of de ja vu.
Sullen faces turned towards them, seemingly ready to start a scuffle here at the rear of the crowd. But faces paled as they first saw the uniform, then the weaponry their little group carried.
Beyond the crowd that milled outside the white-pillars and fretwork awnings of the station, George realised there were two trains, both idling. Steam hissed as the drivers stoked. Ahead, a police officer stepped up onto a pile of crates and began shouting names, as well as declaring "women and children first."
Someone in the crowd threw a bottle which smashed against a pillar. They surged forwards, causing the people at the front to scream. The police responded by flailing with their truncheons, beating the mob back.
"In good order! Or NO ONE is boarding a train. Now, do as I say, two orderly lines, North and South. Step lively!"
The rearmost agitators cried out and pushed forwards, geeing the mob up. Then there was a sharp crack and the crowd instinctively ducked as one, turning to the sound. George glanced at the Artilleryman, who had his rifle held aloft in one hand. The powder smoke drifted across the assembled humans as he regarded them with a faint sneer.
"I suggest all law abiding folk of this 'ere town do as the bobbies say, or it may come to a spot of Military law, if you catch my meaning?" To accentuate his point he cocked the rifle handle, ejecting the spent round. In the silence it pinged off of cobbles. Carefully, the soldier slid another round home, "Now, I can only shoot one of you. Then bayonet the next man. So, which two are my ready volunteers?"
George was close enough to see the soldier was, actually, sweating. He looked back at the crowd and was relieved to see all eyes downcast.
"You there, you three! Up front now. Make way you rabble!"
The chief officer summoned them forward and they shoved through the narrow gap the frightened townsfolk left them. The officer shook the Artilleryman's hand and sighed, "Your help is appreciated. And your fellows, sir, Ma'am. You have a calming air about you."
"Need some assistance officer?"
"Yes, sir. My lads can hold the cordon but we need an accounting of the folks. Station staff chucked it in a day ago when the first reports came in. Most of the town, too, hit the roads. These are the last trains through all told - you're lucky you get a choice! Guarantee you all a spot on one or t'other if you can help us out."
So, they set to it - counting townsfolk through; the weak, the young; the frail. Families, loners. Luggage was pushed to the side, arguments diffused with a glare from the Artilleryman. George smiled at his wife as they gently helped an old woman to the southbound train; Finally a sense of compassion, community.
All was going well, the crowd dwindling to a few vagrants and ne'er do wells. The officers were left with perhaps fifteen disgruntled men (and it was mostly men). One officer brought out a wagon and that was that - the men started piling in, still grumbling.
The air was suddenly rent by a bellowing horn. On the horizon to the West, a shape crested the top of the hill. A fighting machine glinted in the sunshine of a warm, British afternoon. The tripod raised itself up and let out another deafening roar. This time echoed from another direction. Along the hillside another machine appeared, then another. They began to stalk towards the town in long strides that shook the ground.
The civilians began to panic - some tried to clamber out of the train, a few leapt from carriages and ran towards the engines, seemingly intent on commandeering them. George was crossing the footbridge between the platforms and had an unrivalled view of the machines as they bore down on them, crossing fields in seconds, growing ever larger. He sprinted down the steps and grabbed Carrie as she emerged from the ticket office. They dashed forward and leapt onto the footplate of the engine just as it chugged to life. On the other side, they saw a pair of passengers wrestling with a stocker, shouting incoherently.
There was the sound of air being rent, a high pitched wine and they saw smoke explode upwards from the edge of town. The machines were opening fire, pausing to aim their heat-rays as they advanced. Another whine, then another, followed by an explosion and the smell of burning.
From outside the station they heard the clatter of hooves and rattle of wagon wheels as those outside tried to flee. The trains began to chug away, one north, one south.
George saw the Artilleryman dash from the station and leap aboard a carriage to the rear of their train just as they pulled away. He couldn't help but lean out, staring as the machines reached the edge of town. One had split off and seemed to be moving to cut off the northernmost train. With a sinking sensation, George watched as the towering machine unleashed a blast directly at the London-bound engine.
Or it would have, if its hood hadn't exploded as a heavy shell tore through the canopy.
The machine tottered as one leg fell away completely, the mechanisms shorn by the impact. It wavered, then crashed town onto a distant building, sending a shower of brick-dust and smoke into the air.
Passengers leaning out of windows were dumbstruck. The other two titans wheeled, shrinking lower on their telescopic legs. Another shell burst above them, and the twin machines focused their heatrays at the unknown assailant. Part of the town erupted in flame, followed by distant explosions as powder magazines cooked off in the heat
Another shot rang out, another shell exploded against the side of one of the machines, but failed to do more than rock it slightly.
The machine rose and panels slid aside. It shuddered and needle-like rockets roared into the air, exploding above the town. As they detonated, thick black smoke sprayed down, covering the town in dust. No more shots came. No more retaliation from a defiant humanity.
But the trains were away and they watched the remaining pair of machines falter, clearly watching their quarry escape, but struck by indecision. As the train slid across the fields George saw was a set of tendrils extend from the distant tripods as they clearly came to a decision and began to salvage their fallen comrade rather than attempt to pursue. He sagged with relief as the train slid down into a cutting between a low rise and they were obscured by overhanging trees and earthworks.
Carrie sagged against him, breathing heavily. She stared up at him, "So, where to now?"
He shook his head, then looked at the driver, "Where is this bound?"
The man spat over the side of the train and grinned, "Portsmouth sir. Maybe you'll be lucky, get a boat to France."
They exchanged glances and leaned against the side of the car. Exhaustion washed over them as the reality they had narrowly escaped death settled in.
The Artilleryman joined them fifteen minutes later and made himself comfortable on the coal tender. George looked up from his dozing wife and shook his head, "Damn close thing."
The man nodded somberly, "If I'd know my lads were in town…"
"Soldiers in town? Truly?"
The soldier nodded, "Sneaky. That first one? Looked like a point blank round, probably fired from right below it, or near as damn it.. lads probably killed by the backblast. And if that's what it takes to knock one down, not sure we can win that boxing match. Second lot was somewhere else in town, but shrapnel… did bugger all," he sagged, "Only one down and we don't know how many we lost."
George frowned at him, "True. But we know they can die. Even the big ones. They aren't gods man. Flesh falters, machinery fails. So, there's a chance."
The Artilleryman stared at him, then quirked a half grin, "You sound like the Rupert."
George smiled, "Oh?"
"Yeah, the battery officer. Nice bloke. Bit dim. Dead now," the man sank back and shrugged. "Best get your head down mate, sun's going down, probably a good few hours before we get there. Oi, mate, we stopping anywhere else?"
The driver turned and shook his head, "Epsom, maybe. Horsham. But straight down to Portsmouth."
"Why?" queried George.
"Ain't just up here that's had queer stuff like them bastards. Strange folk afoot. Some of the villages have straight up vanished. So we ain't gonna dawdle hoping someone's got a day return stub, y'know?"
Their little group fell to uneasy silence after that. George found sleep difficult, despite the swaying of the engine and the rhythmic time of the gears and hiss of steam. And when his eyes slid shut all he could see were screaming tripods, falling. But when they crashed to the ground, human bodies spilled out from inside.
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2021.10.24 06:36 jan_36 Shraddha Kapoor
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2021.10.24 06:36 Deep_Refrigerator_79 The dysphoria is too much to handle but transitioning isn't worth it
I've wanted to be male my whole life, even before I really knew the physical/social differences between men and women. I had the feeling of wanting to be male even before I really knew what that feeling was. I'll never get rid of it, I've tried. I begged my parents to let me be a boy as a kid. My dad used to say I was the only real son he had (it sounds harsh towards my brothers, but it was just a joke). My parents called me a male name for ages, but then the fantasy had to end at some point. Everything went to shit around puberty. I used to tell my mom I never wanted to grow up, but then I did. I've been in the wrong body since I was 11 or 12. Before puberty, the differences weren't that noticeable. I remember being 12 and walking down the hallway towards my room and seeing my body in the mirror at the end of the hallway, watching my hips getting wider by the day. I have had daily mental breakdowns over my chest and hips and period for like 11 years now.
I kind of socially transitioned for a while. I still dressed the same because I always wore very gender neutral clothes or mens' clothes anyway. I cut my hair, but it made me look more feminine tbh so now I keep it long. I was out to anyone who asked, but I didn't go around telling people. I still went by my female name and pronouns. The experience of being trans was so humiliating. I was either assumed to be transgender or a 12 year old boy, and both made me uncomfortable. I was really treated like shit, so I went back in the closet. I don't want to be seen as a child or as transgender anymore. I'm tired of feeling small and humiliated. I just want to be seen as a man.
I've had some moments in my life where I've tried to be feminine, or just be a masculine woman and come to terms with that. I've tried so hard to accept myself for so long. But it's not right. I really, really expected to grow out of this feeling, but it has only gotten stronger. My dysphoria has especially gotten stronger as I've come out of my shell more. I've always had very bad dysphoria over my chest and hips, but now my bottom dysphoria is also really bad. I think this is the result of becoming sexually active in my late teens and becoming more comfortable in that kind of setting - at the start, when I was still figuring things out sexually, it didn't affect me that much because I felt so "removed" from my body due to having to learn how to navigate this new situation, but now that I am more comfortable in my sexual experiences, I am more focused on my body and how I feel in the moment - I feel more present. but this also highlights how badly I feel about my gender. I haven't slept with anyone in about 3 months because I just don't want to in this body. It's not that im insecure what the other person thinks of me (I know that objectively I have a nice body) but I hate how I feel in my body. It also doesn't feel right because I feel like I'm tricking the other person into sleeping with a man (I always think "what if he finds out I'm actually a man?" before I remember that I'm not actually a man). I have had this feeling a lot throughout my life, also in other situations (bathrooms, changing rooms, girls' sleepovers, etc.), that I am a man pretending to be a woman, and that everyone is going to find out. I also had this feeling in my romantic relationships.
I also struggle a lot with an eating disorder. I can't be bothered to write about it, but I just posted to another sub because I'm really struggling with it. It relates directly to my gender dysphoria. I feel so unhealthy and I want to recover, but I can't in this body. My dysphoria is literally killing me over time.
I don't know what to do. From my experience, transitioning isn't worth it because people treat you as a joke. Most of my friends who say they accept LGBT people actually don't really. When I talk to them (most of them don't know about my dysphoria), they act supportive at first but over time their true feelings and opinions come out, and then I find out they actually don't support trans people or gay people. It really sucks. And my family is super transphobic too. I also don't want to spend the rest of my life alone tbh. The only advantage I have currently as a female is being able to sleep with someone or get a date pretty much whenever I want - I used to use this to my advantage, but now I just don't care anymore. But at the same time, being trans means giving up a lot of opportunities like that. Maybe it sounds weird, but it's important for me to be able to sleep with people if I want to. I don't plan on a long term relationship because I'm just not that kinda person, but then being trans and giving up your sexual freedom/opportunities would mean that I would live a very lonely life if I transitioned. I'll still be lonely as a woman, but I think being trans is extremely isolating. I don't want to give up my family, my social life and my sex life, but I also don't want to live the way I'm living now. I can barely even shower, and when I wake up in the morning and think about my life and body I want to be dead.
I feel so stuck. Dysphoria is destroying me physically, mentally, and socially. But I don't want to be transgender. If I could press a button and be a man, I'd do it for sure. I just don't want to be trans forever. I want to be a man, not a transgender man. I don't wanna come off as transphobic or anything, but that's just how I feel about it. I want a male body, not a female-to-male transgender body. I don't see how I can live as a woman anymore, but I clearly cannot be a man. I really think about just running away sometimes, transitioning, and living out my life in peace and isolation, as a man.
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2021.10.24 06:36 JackVerse8 Division 1 Help with build
So I 2 weeks ago I bought division 1 gold edition and I have found it interesting. But I have done the story, all encounters and side missions and now idk what to do next. I have seen legendary difficulty, incursions and piers but I have tried them all and they are awfully hard. So the next couple of days I searched on youtube how to get stronger and I found builds, (just a saying, I am not a fimiliar RPG player) and so I thought to make this build:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUXl7XKmxwY&t at 2:04. And I tried to make the build but I only have a few classified pieces and alot of low level gear pieces, I have started playing on world tier 5 a few days back but it's hard. I also read to farm lexington event center but I impossible for me, I have farmed a few light zone named bosses but to no succes.
If any of you know a quick to make build just to help me farm then that would be amazing.
The weapons im using are: Bullfrog, Historian and Rhino. The armor pieces: Lone star vest Classified, AlphaBridge mask, Knee pads of the nomad, AlphaBridge rucksack Classified, Reclaimer gloves, Lone star holster Classified.
PS: I also have barrets vest and i'm trying to get the Ninja backpack.
PS: With quick to make build I mean little grinding is required and it's not overpowered but it can help me kill elites lvl 34
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2021.10.24 06:36 KurobinaYuki2 Proposal to make "X first and the rest nowhere" this fandom's equivalent of "X best girl".
2021.10.24 06:36 BeautifulDay1441 Any1 selling 10/28 nyc yves tumor Ecco show ticket ?
2021.10.24 06:36 TheLastOfMe00 What are good ways to find a play group? (Context Within)
So for context, my Partner and I have made the life decision to make the move to Nashville TN within the next year. I’ve never played at a LGS and have played with good friends for the last 4 years. Are there subs dedicated to meeting new play groups? It’d be awesome to talk to new people and maybe play some spell table games to break the ice for once I’m there.
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2021.10.24 06:36 MCWogboy [WA][Price Check] Asus GeForce RTX 2060 Dual OC 6GB GDDR6
The graphics card has had three months of light use with no signs of wear minus the box. I have kept it wrapped up in my current graphics card box for some time in case I needed it as a backup but now that I'm upgrading soon I'm ready to sell it.
The card has been unused since 2019 so I dont know if that effects the price.
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2021.10.24 06:36 juuxjuux Make your mind up, Spark
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2021.10.24 06:36 MB9208 DAE feel strange when it’s dark outside and you’re inside a lit room?
If I’m in a room with led or fluorescent lighting and it is dark outside, it creates a sort of contrast that irritates my eyes and makes me a little dizzy.
Does anyone else get this? And is it related to migraines?
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2021.10.24 06:36 Imaperson1029 I don't know what to do with my current homebrew sessions
I am a fairly new DM with a moderate knowledge with the game, I've played adventures league for over a year now and even recently DM games with decent success as people seem to enjoy my style of Dming. So I started a homebrew session with close friends but I feel that some are losing interest and it's negatively affecting the game for others.
I have a total of 6 people in the group but 2 people in my group are becoming very hard to keep motivated during sessions as they would quickly lose interest and play on their phone or distract others trying to play the game.
They have very little experience with the game and aren't really willing to put in effort to relate to and improve their characters, for example one of these players is a bard and plays the game as a lvl 1 fighter (1. run at enemy, 2. bonk) unless directly informed about his abilities, this fixes the issue temporarily but he usually forgets about the skills within a few hours and goes back to distracting everyone.
The other player, plays a ranged rouge and again has very little experience with the game, defaulting to sneak attacks. this alone isn't a problem, but she also plays to contradict everyone, going out of her way to do the opposite of what the party is striving to for, for example she tries to fight everyone when working with allied npcs, but tries to play pacifist when the rest of the party is fighting in a battle of life or death. This seems to be the only interest she has in the game as otherwise she follows the leader while playing on her phone.
The main problem is that they are having fun but disrupting the game at the same time, they are treating it as a social gathering, but ignore the game. Other players have complained about the regular disruptions to the game and I don't know what to do or how to fix this problem without out right removing them from the table.
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2021.10.24 06:36 harutw3 211024 Yeonhee IG Update
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2021.10.24 06:36 Embarrassed-Pear-296 help me with my political science essay pls
hello:) i am a y1s1 student in ps1101e. i need help with choosing an essay to do because i have a knack for choosing harder or "bad" essays to write and regret when its too late :'> if any seniors can help me out in this regard like advising me on which would be the best to write that would be vvvvv appreciated thank uu!:) hv a nice day everyone!:)
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