I work with dynamical systems and control. Pretty much any ODEs or DAEs I find are stiff. Does it also happens in other areas? I tell anybody that asks for help: run a stiff solver, RK45 should not be your default choice.

Can someone explain whats a non-stiff equation in a simple matter.

Oh boy. Here we go. I look forward to a dramatic comment section full of rage. Well to be fair, I've spent my fair share of rage over this banner too so I guess we're even. I'll do my best to remain objective here. Lots of people are excited for Ch'en the Hellalame Holungday, so I at least owe the attempt. I'll keep my salt mild and to a single question in the FAQ. But it's a doozy of a banner so... yea...

A small matter of business before we get started. Expect a full update with regards to the roguelike mode, especially as it gets closer to a global release. However for the most part the grades will track with advanced grades.

Also, my apologies for not getting the Pallas update out on reddit. She fell during a super busy holiday season for me and the only reason the GP version got out was that it was prewritten already. To be honest the real-life road ahead looks quite busy too so I'm not entirely sure how long I can keep up doing both. But this is a big update, so for now at least I'll continue!

This article specifically covers the new units from the Summer Holiday - Dossoles Holiday event. The main guide covering the rest of the game can be found here on reddit and here on Gamepress. The Gamepress version of this update can be found here.

FAQ and Banner Discussion

Q: Should I pull?

A: No! Rise up against- Wait, I said only one question and this one isn't it.

If you care at all about power level, meta, high-risk CC, and don't find anything in the next question to be objectionable, then the answer is a very clear and strong yes. Ch’en the Holungday (Ch’alter for the rest of the article) is the single most broken operator in the game, including the 6 month look ahead we have with CN. She's been the core DPS is nearly every meaningful high risk CC clear since she's been released and is core to many comically low-OP clears of difficult stages. Even the fact that Mizuki is the polar opposite and one of the worst 6★s we've ever gotten isn't enough to change the pull equation here.

The only meta argument to not pull here is that she, like Surtr, is likely to be widely available on support which could be an option if you would onl

Blue letters burned afterimages into my vision and taunted me with my failure. According to the prediction engine, when the off-worlders were asked their name, they should “vomit profusely, curl up into a ball, and scream.” I don’t even know if they can vomit.

I stepped away from the screen. Aches spiked across me and I felt cramps in muscles I didn’t know I had. I deserved a break, because… damn, even trying to code for the behavior of sentient gasbags had been easier than this.

Just as I prepared to put graphs and equations out of my head, I heard footsteps down the hallway. Of course. I recognized that unsteady gait, the way its heavy steps rang across the whole building. I went back to my console. No luck today, I guess.

A light knocking came from just outside the office.

“May I take a few moments of your time?” The voice was stiff and strained.

“Yeah, yeah, come in.”

They opened the door with slow consideration, but still stomped their way into the room. I still only knew them as “the Mediator.” Apparently partial anonymity would “improve team efficiency by 6.1%.” What a crock of shit. I knew the code well enough to say that maybe you could predict that to the nearest five percent. Maybe.

“We’re having errors,” the Mediator said, “with the behavior modeling. The team has been falling behind because of it.”

“Oh, great. What level of problem are we dealing with?”

“It appears to be completely broken.” The Mediator started to fidget.

“Broken?” I checked what version the team should be on. “It…shouldn’t be a software problem. We’re using what everyone else is.”

“It’s not functional. Emotional predictions for the team were completely wrong out in the field. With the error values given for their responses,” the Mediator checked some notes, “the conflicts I saw had a one in ten quadrillion chance of happening. I already checked with the wetware techs and they say the implants are working fine. Couldn’t there be an issue with the program itself?”

“Yeah, well, if that’s true then we’d have bigger problems than productivity loss—my advice would be to grab a spear and put all your stuff in a pile. No, this has to be something else. Did you flag the bad predictions?” The Mediator nodded their head. “Okay. I’ll take a look at it. Try to keep them away from each other’s throats, alright?”

The Mediator gave me a salute—dead serious, as best I could tell—and left my office. The ones fresh out of the academy were always so embarrassing.

I tr

It is the primary belief of the Huot people that all life came from mud. Their ancient tablets say the first of their species arose from the swampy pits on the equator and split herself from the mud of insects and fish and birds. The Traveller, as she became known, then stepped out and marched onward, dripping russet clumps of foibles and flaws back to the ground. From mud, she made another like her so she never went lonely and wouldn’t be the only one to blame for tracking mud in the house.

In honour of the Traveller spreading the seeds of life across the planet Boue, the Huot worshipped the very ground beneath their feet. Clay houses of worship amassed followers, and no Huot metropolis lacked a central shrine. They christened every new home with the land of the old. Wars could not be fought if the land might suffer. Hospitals had “soul-walk wings,” where newborns and infants felt the peoples’ spirits between their toes before they took their first step. It seemed only natural, to the Huot, that a thing as common as wet dirt could birth something so rare as life.

This was all wholly unusual. No planet prior to first contact had formed a global unitary state, especially not a hegemonic religion. Their unabashed reverence of the planet was the norm of post-cataclysm societies afraid of another doomsday, not a fledgling race new to the political scene. When they saw Boue’s leaders debate for the presidency in a dirt rally, the primary investigative team sent to assess the planet thought they had the wrong address.

The Stellar Bloc’s official first impressions of the Huot were withdrawn from record, ostensibly because cultural biases polluted the investigation. Most citizens of the Bloc believed the couched response to mean no one dared to shake their dripping hands without fear of a lasting stain. Others favoured the notion that the Huot smelled so rank, no one had yet had the chance to try.

Though the generality of sentient races in the galaxy disliked the muddy new kid on the Bloc, few could take exception to their earthen genesis. It is, after all, a common conception in almost all the Bloc’s thousands of signatories that anything capable of walking and talking could not exist without an ancestor getting dirty at one point or another. Life went on.

Sestru Pilono, a Brin general thousands of light-years from Boue, spat his tea all over the newspaper when he discovered the Huot were about to be inducted into the Bloc. As his many servants went at the

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Today sucks! But tomorrow might not. The only way you'll know is if you're around to see it! Are you going to give in to a malevolent universe? It's laughing at you! You! Personally! Are you going to just sit there and let it laugh at you? Let it dominate you? Fight back! Scream, cry, but do not go gently into that dark night! Call or text to our crisis management teams! All calls are anonymous. Call 800-273-8255, operators are standing by!

--Pubvian Public Service Announcement after the Terran Die-Off

Brentili'ik scrolled through the historical data on her terminal, sitting at her desk in the Staff Officer's Quarters on the Telkan Marine base. She'd moved there after the attack on the Planetary Director's Offices and her own home.

She'd also been saddled with power armor wearing guards as well as guards from the Telkan Intelligence Services.

Which is why she had six extra people in her office aside from the newly appointed Director of Intelligence.

The taste of Terran blackberries was across her back teeth and the tip of her nose tingled from the security screens and jamming that was in effect. The windows all slightly vibrated with stripped down warboi code in case anyone tried using a laser microphone on it. Everything was guarded, the data cables in and out of the office were one way only. The room was SCIF (Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility) compliant as well as having the best security the Telkan government could beg, borrow, buy, or steal.

Brentili'ik highlighted another passage in the historical datafile she was going through.

...following the attempted assassination of Confederate diplomats by agents of the Mithril Nebula, the Senate adjourned to seek shelter and only met through hypercom and needlecast conferences. During the conflict elections were held four times. Due to mishandling of the early years of the conflict, over three quarters of the Senate seats were lost to incumbents.

Once the Mithril Nebula Conflict was over, the Senate reconvened...

Brentili'ik tapped her monitor, throwing the data she had highlighted to Kreldan, who had been confirmed with 92% of the vote.

"That's when it happened," she said softly.

Kreldan read it q

I got into a pretty heated discussion with someone who would not budge on this idea that you always use a hollow shaft for load bearing applications. They went so far to claim that for two shafts with the same diameter the hollow one would be stronger.

Devoid of an application - there's no way that removing material will make a shaft stronger, right? I had to dust off some moments of inertia equations and I think they must be confusing equal weight with equal diameter. Yes, I get it that there's not much "stiffness" in the center of the shaft. But drilling out the center of a shaft isn't going to make it stronger. Strength/weight will go up, sure. But I think they actually believe the shaft will be stronger based on some adage they must have heard years ago.

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

Alot of great jokes get posted here! However just because you have a joke, doesn't mean it's a dad joke.

THIS IS NOT ABOUT NSFW, THIS IS ABOUT LONG JOKES, BLONDE JOKES, SEXUAL JOKES, KNOCK KNOCK JOKES, POLITICAL JOKES, ETC BEING POSTED IN A DAD JOKE SUB

Try telling these sexual jokes that get posted here, to your kid and see how your spouse likes it.. if that goes well, Try telling one of your friends kid about your sex life being like Coca cola, first it was normal, than light and now zero , and see if the parents are OK with you telling their kid the "dad joke"

I'm not even referencing the NSFW, I'm saying Dad jokes are corny, and sometimes painful, not sexual

So check out r/jokes for all types of jokes

r/unclejokes for dirty jokes

r/3amjokes for real weird and alot of OC

r/cleandadjokes If your really sick of seeing not dad jokes in r/dadjokes

Punchline !

Edit: this is not a post about NSFW , This is about jokes, knock knock jokes, blonde jokes, political jokes etc being posted in a dad joke sub

Edit 2: don't touch the thermostat

I'm currently playing Grim Dawn, and was playing some Diablo 3... and they both have simple ragdolls which are pretty cool. Lots of games do it. (Dark Souls 1)

But something I wanted to ask that I figured only game devs would know... why are they almost always simulated at low gravity?

Bodies are very light and floaty... a 3 ton golem will float away as a feather the same way a humble goblin does; while DEFINITELY humourous... I've often wondered what very violent high-gravity physics might look/feel like and also wondered why object weight is rarely a component.

I mean, I am aware that weight don't have an effect on falling speed (gravity working as intended), but mid-air collisions are often like soft rubber balls instead of heavy objects

Do your worst!

So, have you ever had the problem of wanting to hold your horse way too much? My jumper is so polite that he just puts his head down and goes behind the bridle and leg and I don't even realize I'm doing that to him so now I'm getting supper scared at the jumps because he's getting into really hard deep spots which I don't like and it really freaks me out. Btw, this is all my fault he's perfect in every single way. I just had one really scary and bad jump at hits and it's shook me to my core ever since I just can't seem to not be so scared on him and so I'm starting to let go with my hands instead of my elbows, which doesn't help much because his head is still in because I'm pulling instead of giving with my elbow, and I was wondering if maybe you knew of a way that might help gain more confidence on him and I mean I've schooled 3'9+ great courses with him and have won at many shows. I'm not afraid of him in the slightest; I'm more afraid of messing up and not being able to do it right, and I can't seem to ride him like a jumper instead of an eq horse, which I'm so used to because both of my eq horses I have to hold and make do what I want, whereas the jumper is just point and shoot and I don't have to be as aggressive and assertive, which is very difficult for me because he's about 15.2-3, and the other two are 16.2 and 17.3, all three rides are really different. I have a total of six horses, including an ottb (very forward and stiff) 1st equation (huge and with lots of spook and stride) 2 eq (ex Grand Prix horse did 1.50-1.60 pretty simple but very hard in the bridle) a jumper ( can be very forward and point and shoot) 1st hunter (pretty simple buckle ride pretty much retired) 2nd hunter (very behind the leg very green and very very spooky but incredible scopey) And I don't have this problem with any of them except the jumper I do the children's on him, and I also talked to my trainer about it, and she said to put your hands forward and let go, but when I do that, I only let go with my hands, so I was wondering if anyone else has had this problem and knows something that might help me to fix it because he's so perfect and I don't want to keep stiffing him in the mouth or making his head so low it not only It makes me nervous and shake but it also affects my confidence on a perfect horse who never does anything wrong. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Sorry for it being so long

How the hell am I suppose to know when it’s raining in Sweden?

Mathematical puns makes me number

Ants don’t even have the concept fathers, let alone a good dad joke. Keep r/ants out of my r/dadjokes.

But no, seriously. I understand rule 7 is great to have intelligent discussion, but sometimes it feels like 1 in 10 posts here is someone getting upset about the jokes on this sub. Let the mods deal with it, they regulate the sub.

I heard someone say elements are not real, and its all about the nodes, do you agree or disagree?

They were cooked in Greece.

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

We told her she can lean on us for support. Although, we are going to have to change her driver's license, her height is going down by a foot. I don't want to go too far out on a limb here but it better not be a hack job.

He lost May

Now that I listen to albums, I hardly ever leave the house.

Shiralla reShinnalyn was absolutely smokin' hot. This was one fact with which every being who knew her could unquestionably agree.

Even among other Felra, a centauroid race noted for charm, grace, and impeccable fashion sense, Shiralla stood out. Shone, even. Her emerald-green skin had a perfect, glossy sheen that most Felra needed a little cosmetic 'help' to achieve. Her four shapely legs were well-toned and usually deployed for maximum effect with skirts slitted to just below the point of public scandal and high-heeled leather stompy-boots that would move both fascists and fetishists to tears. Her tail was long, beautifully-tapered, and managed to be fleshy enough to excite without actually looking chunky. Her flowing tresses of downy-soft, ferny-branched tvan, of which she was justly proud, were always well-maintained and styled to flatter her narrow-jawed, golden-eyed face. And, being that she lived on a planet where every third or fourth inhabitant was a Human, her two pairs of bosoms were always prominent and artfully-framed. Humans, as a rule, tended to become more helpful and accommodating to a Felra in direct proportion to how low and widely her neckline swooped.

So, that Shiralla was a stunningly attractive young Felra was beyond dispute. Everything else about her seemed to be up for debate. Among her fairly wide circle of acquaintances and much, much narrower circle of actual friends were more questions regarding her than answers. Where had Shiralla come from? Why had she left there? What had she done before? For that matter, how did she earn a living now? Even such basic questions as 'How is she doing?' and 'Is she all right?' never seemed to have clear-cut answers. And asking her directly was no help, as Shiralla's replies were always tactful, charming, delightfully-expressed ambiguities and evasions that left the inquirer less certain about her than before they asked. She was a beautiful mystery, bound up in a gorgeous enigma, wrapped in a slitted silk dress with a lace-trimmed boob window.

And that was exactly how she liked it.

As she strode up to the door of the apartment that she currently called home, she took a moment to double-check that the satchel she was wearing, saddlebag-fashion, across her lower back was securely locked. It was supposed to be self-securing when not in use, but it never hurt to be sure of such things. Inside the satchel were her earnings from the previous night, over two thous

Don't you know a good pun is its own reword?

Two muffins are in an oven, one muffin looks at the other and says "is it just me, or is it hot in here?"

Then the other muffin says "AHH, TALKING MUFFIN!!!"

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

It really does, I swear!

And now I’m cannelloni

Because she wanted to see the task manager.

But that’s comparing apples to oranges

From this article:

https://pragyata.com/the-story-of-islamic-imperialism-in-india-part-1/

In 1982, the NCERT, under instructions from the Ministry of Education, passed guidelines to revise history textbooks radically. This was to promote social cohesion and national integration. Some like abandoning reference of ancient, medieval, and modern history as Hindu, Muslim, and British periods respectively or dropping ‘Aryan’ as a racial category are good. Surprisingly, the guidelines continue with the Aryan invasion theory.

The rest of the recommendations are with the twin purpose of decimating Hindu heritage and whitewashing Islamic destruction. There is a warning against the use of myths as history aiming at the Ramayana, the Mahabharata, and the entire corpus of Purana literature. These represent the crux of Indian civilization and represent the strongest points to unite the country into a single Bharatvarsha. Another recommendation is to forbid over-glorification of the country’s past. Specifically, the Gupta Age can no longer be the ‘golden period of Hinduism’, a period where Hindu spirituality, art, literature, science, and philosophy attained a peak.

For medieval history, a recommendation that Muslim rulers are not ‘foreigners’ except for ‘early invaders who did not settle here’ opens a pandora’s box of contradictions. The earliest Muslim invaders were the Arabs occupying Sindh and Multan in the early 8th century. Later, the Turks ousted them, who in the second wave occupied Afghanistan and large areas of Punjab starting 963 CE*. Mohammed Ghuri* in 1186 CE overthrew them and led the third wave of Muslim invaders occupying Haryana and parts of UP by 1194-95 CE. His generals had conquered Bihar, Bengal, and parts of Bundelkhand by the time of his assassination in 1206 CE. Finally, the Shamsi dynasty established at Delhi in 1210 CE followed by other several Muslim dynasties.

1206 or 1210 CE is the decisive time when Muslim rulers settled in Delhi and became ‘natives’ from foreigners. ‘Here’ implies only the area of India after the Partition; the present-day Pakistan and Afghanistan become thus ‘foreign’ lands from the second decade of the 8th century onwards! The Arabs and the Turks recognized Sindh, Afghanistan, the North-West Frontier Province, and the Punjab beyond the Satlaj as clearly Hind. Babur launched his invasions from foreign lands but later settled he

And boy are my arms legs.

Put it on my bill

Heard they've been doing some shady business.

but then I remembered it was ground this morning.

Edit: Thank you guys for the awards, they're much nicer than the cardboard sleeve I've been using and reassures me that my jokes aren't stale

Edit 2: I have already been made aware that Men In Black 3 has told a version of this joke before. If the joke is not new to you, please enjoy any of the single origin puns in the comments

They’re on standbi

BamBOO!