lets be real, why is the back of a screener also a magnetic field? i can understand the front , BUT THE BACK?
lazy centers dont even have to set proper screens to be rewarded in this game. cause the back of a center works like the front. if the screen only worked to the front side , being screened wont ve a problem.
but when im being forced and stuck on homies back , that's when we have a problem thats literally impossible....
I work at a really big warehouse named after a river. I was just another cog in the machine, pulling orders that we’d ship to customers around the world. It’s an okay job, though it doesn’t offer much in the way of personal fulfillment, and it’s hardly the center of my world. The warehouse is enormous, the kind of place where new hires regularly get lost. I’m talking “ugly crying, scared of dying” lost. It’s so big that when birds accidentally fly in, they end up making nests in the rafters to live out their lives. In a typical shift, I’d pass my pedometer’s daily goal before lunch. At least I did back when we got lunch breaks.
Recently, bad publicity has surrounded the company regarding workers being injured or killed. They were trapped in a warehouse during significant events like extreme weather or an active shooter. To counter this, my location was chosen for a pilot program to replace the workers with robots. My boss called me into his office to drop this bombshell.
“Emily, please take a seat,” he said, his perfunctory smile belying the bags under his eyes. On his Instagram page, his name was Ken, but his calling cards and nameplate both listed his full name with an emphasis that he was the third, as if those Roman numerals conveyed the patronage of nobility. He was all business when he sat in that brass stippled leather chair. Sometimes he would lift up his workstation with hydraulics to roleplay being of “one of the team” at a standing desk. That was when he had to “be the bad guy”, like when he threatened to fire anyone who even mentioned the U-word. He wore a wedding band and periodically posted pictures, but the rumors suggested theirs was not a happy union.
“I have good news and bad news,” he started. “The bad news is corporate is dismissing your entire unit. They will be informed when they report in for their next shifts. The good news is you’ll be staying on. Management has decided you’ll be getting promoted to lead the new team of automated employees.” It was obvious from his tone he would have selected someone else, maybe one of his colleagues from Important Business School. He was a proud alumnus - the bumper sticker on his Saab was impossible to miss.
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s discuss a salary raise before I commit to anything.” I’d been taking online courses about being more assertive. No more Ms. Pushover, please and thank you.
“Corporate has authorized an hourly rate of $16.65. You’ll find this amount is non-n
... keep reading on reddit ➡As is yearly tradition, over the month of December I posted two songs per day in the Daily Discussion threads (one single and one album track (mostly)) that I felt went unnoticed by most people but would potentially be enjoyed, and this is a compilation of those write-ups.
There’s a definite pop focus but I picked these tracks with an ear for diversity of sound/artistry so there’s quite a few different things going on here and some picks that might make you roll your eyes, but I think there’s something for everyone! FFO means “For Fans Of,” it’s a reference point for who I think would like each song.
Here is a link to a playlist I made of (most) of the songs.
#Singles:
> Joyce Wrice (ft. Freddie Gibbs) - On One (from Overgrown)
> FFO: Tinashe
It seems like everyone is nostalgic for the ‘00s these days but if you were specifically missing those block party busting r&b jams, Joyce Wrice has you covered. She oozes the essence of this era of r&b starlets thanks to her flirty-yet-fiery delivery and the Aaliyah sample (“Rock The Boat”) takes this connection even further, but the charismatic rap verse from Freddie Gibbs has a distinctly more modern feeling that still flows well. One of many stellar tracks on her debut album but it stands out thanks to the pop friendly hooks and crazy replay value.
> FFO: Red Velvet
In tarot the “Wheel Of Fortune” card is supposed to invoke good luck and prosperity and the song really captures that vibe with the bright melody and hopeful lyrics, both of which Riri carries perfectly. The quirky production makes everything even more exciting, it’s got a new jack swing beat but then there’s all sorts of horns and synths and samples layered on top so it’s just brimming with energy while still being perfectly in control.
> LØLØ - Hurt Less (from overkill)
> FFO: Avril Lavigne
Emo pop-rock meets self-deprecating Tik Tok music, and that’s a compliment! Canadian singer LØLØ started with this sound last year (so she was actually a bit ahead of the curve on this trend) but she took until this year with the overkill EP to really nail it. This song is indulgently relatable and the chorus just creeps up on you, it’s so catchy and
... keep reading on reddit ➡Chapter Thirty-Five
“FUCK!” Adam shouted as Slip drifted the alien equivalent of a pickup truck around a corner and through an alley, knocking a trashcan to the side with a loud thump. Thankfully, both the machine gun’s tripod and his boots had mag-locks on them, allowing him to remain in place standing in the back of the vehicle. “Slip where the hell are we going? Didn’t we take that street to get to the bar?”
“We did!” Came the reply over his radio. “This is a shortcut!”
“It’s not gonna be a shortcut if you wrap us around a fuckin’ light pole!” He shouted back.
“Fuck you, I know how to drive!”
‘Not fuckin’ well,’ he thought as he checked the machine gun for the fourth time as they sped out into a busy street, Slip repeatedly smacking the claxon like horn on the vehicle, narrowly avoiding hitting civillians several times as she did.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered as he saw the speed bump in the street, Slip taking the impact at full speed. Whoever’s truck they stole was definitely not going to be getting it back in the same condition, if at all.
The impact sent lightning through his bones, jarring him to his core as his boots held him to the bed of the truck, nearly making him fall back in the process. He repositioned his frantic grip on the machine gun, holding for dear life and hoping its tripod’s mag-locks held.
The occasional glance at the onlooking Shil’vati watching the truck speed down the road with a human on a gun turret made him grin. Sheer confusion was the most common expression, with terror being a close second.
‘All we need is some fuckin’ ISIS music, and we’re set,’ he thought as he chuckled to himself.
The crackle of laser fire came to his ears barely over the rushing of wind flying past him as the manor came into view. He hit the safety on the machine gun as he mentally prepared himself for the firefight that was about to come.
Slip sped around the corner, the gate of the manor coming into view. Several cars were parked around the gate, with at least two of them in various states of inflamed.
He saw Ferry firing from behind the gate, one of the Duchess’s guards downed next to her as she shot at several women behind the vehicles. Adam sighted the first hostile and sent a burst of fire into her.
“Adam is that you?” Crackled his radio as he lined up his next target.
“Fuck yeah!” He replied before sending several rounds into the Shil, sending the rest of the fighters scrambling for cover.
“Where the hell did you get an empress-damn
... keep reading on reddit ➡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.
After 1500+ hours across Steam and GoG, 100$ spent and Pro rank every season I had a moment of clarity while my opponent was high rolling with the classic NG nonsense. "Why do I play this game?" I asked myself. Why do I love it so much? Why do I hate it so much? I realised that Gwent is an extension of the Witcher 3. I loved that game. I finished it so many times. Even bought it on Steam again to support CDPR and did a 100% achievement run. Gwent has managed to keep me in touch with the Witcher Universe for so long. The art, the music, the card characters, everything in Gwent is so reminiscent of this game. Do I like Gwent? Do I enjoy playing Gwent? Or is this a futile pursue of the essence of the Witcher 3? I can't seem to detach myself from that world. Playing Gwent is like trying to fill the post witcher 3 whole you get after finishing the game.
To be completely honest, I am not having fun with Gwent anymore. I haven't had fun since Way of the Witcher. But I kept playing for the reasons I stated above. And it is because of the consistent quality from the art and music teams that kept me playing for so long. Every card art, every music theme, every animation is so well crafted and made me feel right back into that magical witcher world. The art team is like a magnet, holding me in every expansion. Bringing me back.
Then there's the other magnet, pushing me away. The frustrating metas, the extremely poor card balancing, the binary direction this game is heading towards. I can not forgive them for allowing messenger of the sea to go beyond 10 points when it was unanimously agreed by the community that Greatswords stay caped at 10. Scythmen caped at 12. How can you repeat such mistakes? We don't want players to replay golds. You nerfed old leaders. Incredible change. Yet, you go and print Fucushya? Creatively bankrupt, retreating back to old cheesy tactics to give decks power. I'm not going into detail about the problems in card balancing because to be completely honest, I'm not an expert. What I do know for a fact is that back in the day, any well crafted deck had the potential to win. Poisons with NG/SY? tech in some purifies. Too many tall units? tech in some tall punish. Synergise your bronze package and efficiently spend your cards into every round. Recipe for success.
My opponent plays the second Joachim, drawing his last gold, perfectly thinning his deck. Good for him. Perhaps if I played one of the meta decks, I could have won. But I enjoy
... keep reading on reddit ➡The Upcoming ALDI Finds Ad for 01/19/22 - 01/25/22 is now available. The ad actually starts three days earlier in some stores. A list of items in each category is included below.
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(Original thread on the official forums here)
This topic will be divided into multiple sections:
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Subject introduction
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New mods to help non-AoE weapons
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Elemental changes
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Reigning in the AoE from guns in general
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Some new mods for added modding variety
Let's get to it!
PART 0 - SUBJECT INTRODUCTION
Before starting this discussion, some clarification:
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AoE-gun = Explosive weapons, like Kuva Bramma, Kuva Zarr's explosive shot, Lenz, Angstrum, Glaive explosions etc - including weapons like Embolist (it producecs a continuous AoE-sphere on contact)
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Widehitting gun = Weapons with big, easy-to-hit-with projectiles, like Arca Plasmor, Fulmin's big shot, Catchmoon, the bow from New War etc
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Target-chain gun = Weapons with any form of target-chaining shots, like Atomos, Kuva Nukor, Tenet Cycron, Amprex, Vermisplicer (both primary and secondary) etc
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There are also weapons with two or more of the above qualities = Weapons like Ignis (it has both width AND AoE), Opticor (has a bit of width AND AoE). These weapons will fall under multiple categories, but it doesn't matter much for this discussion.
So... we all know that certain weapontypes are dominating the meta, that mostly being the AoE-guns, Widehitting guns and Target-chaining guns. While there's a lot of debatte that all these multi-target killing weapons could need nerfs - which I think is somewhat true, but I digress - what if we EMBRACED this meta and went wild with it instead?
Instead of just toning down the multi-killers a notch - why not let basicly ALL weapons enjoy this meta as well?
That is what part 1 will deal with.
Part 2 will deal with the damage-types. And note that the Viral+Slash damage-types WILL have nerfs - because outside of certain niches, those damagetypes are the only ones that matters right now. And it's dull. And it needs stirring up.
Part 3 will deal with petential ways of toning down some of the mindlessness behind the AoE weapons (i.e. the explosive ones, which are generally the worst offenders in the multi-target-killer categories)... but Part 4 will be about some new mods to hopefully add some more modding variety - including for AoE weapons; Of course multikilling should still be a thing, but doing it particularly well should imo come at the cost of som
... keep reading on reddit ➡I'll be posting one update a day until HFY is caught up! In case you missed the previous topic:
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A haunting, soulful melody echoed throughout the theater as Zamira reached the end of her song’s final chorus. Riardin’s Rangers stayed perfectly still and quiet, absorbing the experience in full until she’d finished singing the very last verse. As the remnants of Zamira’s voice faded into silence, swallowed up by the depths of the Party’s admiration, Rob found himself at a loss for words. He’d never had an issue with his own voice, but he felt that if he spoke now, his diction would sound like the mumblings of a drunken frat boy in comparison. Zamira’s performance was the most beautiful thing he’d heard in a long time, and like the rest of the Party currently sitting in the theater’s front row, he wanted to savor the afterglow and commit as much of it to memory as possible.
Unfortunately, from Zamira’s perspective, she’d sung her heart out and now her friends were staring at her without saying anything. Consternation crept into her demeanor as she tried and mostly succeeded to keep her composure. “Did I perform well?” She asked, her tone wary with a hint of dread.
The Party stood up in unison, clapping and cheering as they sang her praises. Zamira’s eyes widened, her mortification swept aside in an instant. A budding smile warred with pleased embarrassment on her face as if she were a kid at her first club recital. Rob knew that the Party would have clapped regardless of how well she’d done – and on a certain level, so did Zamira – but luckily, she’d knocked it out of the park. They didn’t have to fake a single iota of their applause.
And moreso than being treated to great music in a world where that was depressingly difficult to come by, Rob was overjoyed that Zamira’s hobby was being given the positive reinforcement it deserved by her friends. Riardin’s Rangers got along well with each other, but most of that was a result of trauma bonding rather than sharing mutual interests; partially because most of them barely had interests outside of growing stronger and surviving the next day. Rob wanted their friendships to mean more than that, and he wanted them to have something to live for once the fighting was over. When the dust cleared and the last of their enemies had been put ten feet under, they were going to need hobbie
... keep reading on reddit ➡They were cooked in Greece.
I'm surprised it hasn't decade.
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 😂
For an hour, I thought I was free. Then I heard their voices. They came back for me. After I posted the first account, Mr. Danley and Arilyn ran down the stairs to look for me. I walked towards them, knowing hiding wasn't going to work. I knew I was likely going back to 2071 no matter what.
"There you are," Arilyn said.
"I don't want to get killed," I said.
"You won't be killed. Just please... don't use unauthorized equipment without approval," Mr. Danley said.
"Trust us. We'll keep you safe. You can look at the interesting stuff on the internet while you are there," Arilyn said.
They were trained in this field, so it was possible for them to keep me safe. I thought time travel would be cooler than this though. I went back to get the watch, then I handed it to them.
"Good thing you set the return time forward by one second. Otherwise a couple unstable black holes would've opened up," Arilyn said.
I didn't know that could happen. The idea itself sounded terrifying. Yeah… I shouldn't have just taken the watch. Arilyn set a time. The bright white portal opened up, then it turned into blackness. We each walked into it.
The surroundings changed back to the polished and repainted 2071 surroundings. We were back in 2071. They said I'd be safe. Since they were trained, I trusted them. I didn't hear any creatures clawing at the window or the door, which was relieving, but I knew they could be back at any second.
I followed Arilyn and Mr. Danley upstairs. I looked out the front window for a bit, observing the street to see if there were any Purlaws. It was too dark to see anything outside, however. Luckily, I didn't hear anything outside, which was promising.
Mr. Danley stayed for ten minutes before leaving. I heard his quick footsteps to his car. As his car started, the growling came back. As he drove away, the chilling sounds of all those claws running down the road followed him. They stopped seconds later. They couldn't catch up to a car, which was good to find out.
Arilyn showed me around the house. I'd be lying if I said I didn't recognize the place. It was the house I used to live at, at one point. Now there's a wall TV, a built-in wifi modem, a small heater, and a nice painting of New York City dated to 2055. At this point, I wanted to document everything in my notes, so I began here.
I was curious about the Purlaws. I asked Aril
... keep reading on reddit ➡It really does, I swear!
Because she wanted to see the task manager.
A warning: it gets weird at the end of the J curve.
Just now I was glancing up to my right at Fancy, who had taken over my practice session.
I'd been trying to figure out a common meeting place in the second attention, which could possibly be used to form a group that can meet in waking dreaming, in order to pull off a heist.
The heist was Fancy's idea. Probably more properly you might say the purpose of the group is to use "Readers of Infinity" technology as given to us by Carlos, to raid instead of read.
Raiders of Infinity. Ok, sounds too much like a movie title, but the basic principle is sound. And Carlos came up with some pretty cheesy names if we're to be honest about it.
Fancy had a rather smug look on her face, after showing me her idea of a virtual practice room.
"Is that it for now?", I asked her.
But my assemblage point was firmly in the middle, a happy side effect of Fancy's VPR (virtual practice room).
Which meant, at that distant position of the assemblage point, I was in heaven.
All around me the walls were stuffed with amazing toys and jewels. I had only to reach into the surface of a wall, stir it with my hand, and "stuff" began to form.
There was no change in mood over time, or by activity. Typically darkroom practice that far out on the J curve, comes with slight moodiness. You can be doing miracles that would get you a huge saintly book deal in any religion, but suddenly it's boring. You're holding real, genuine fairy dust in your hand, can cast it into the air and watch a shower of sparkles fall, and yet, still it's boring.
Or worse. You hit a "sneeze zone". You see an amazing formation on the wall, composed of pleasing pinkish peach stucco like texture, and as you glance into it, the secrets of the universe are about to be revealed to you.
But instead, you sneeze.
But I was worried about forgetting everything Fancy had shown me, and wanted to get out my laptop, which I've done now.
At the time I was worried about losing precious information, so I reached my hand into the wall again trying to understand how to describe the potential of a virtual practice room. I wanted to see if stuff formed from pink gas, or was behind the pink gas from the start.
"Localized Micro-translocations!", Fancy explained.
Apparently the entire room is translocation energi
... keep reading on reddit ➡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
A play on words.
My daughter, Chewbecca, not so much.
Pilot on me!!
Nothing, he was gladiator.
Or would that be too forward thinking?
Dad jokes are supposed to be jokes you can tell a kid and they will understand it and find it funny.
This sub is mostly just NSFW puns now.
If it needs a NSFW tag it's not a dad joke. There should just be a NSFW puns subreddit for that.
Edit* I'm not replying any longer and turning off notifications but to all those that say "no one cares", there sure are a lot of you arguing about it. Maybe I'm wrong but you people don't need to be rude about it. If you really don't care, don't comment.
Here we go, the whole story has been building to this moment, now this is not the end by any means, in fact, this is kind of the beginning, sorry it took me 9 chapters to get you here. For anyone wondering, the Yeown are a matriarchal society, they have a 3 female to 1 male gender disparity, and this leads the females to aggressively fight for mates, so while the males have sturdier bodies, the females are generally the more aggressive and dominant. just so ya know. Anyways, Please Enjoy.
+ Prologue + Previous + Next +
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Chapter 9
Strange Friends for Strange Times
Creesh was terrified, she was usually a bit scared but tonight she was panicking. There was an alarm going off outside her cell of a room and no one was telling her anything. She flapped her wings in frustrated anguish and miserably hopped to the farthest corner of her room. Trying to look very small she pressed herself against the wall. Maybe if she did so hard enough the wall would allow her to disappear and this whole nightmare would finally be over. She tucked her feathered head under her wings and tried to think happy thoughts, but there was too much noise and screaming. Then the sound of her door opening reached her ears and she started to tremble. Soft steps could be felt approaching her location but she stayed tightly curled, awaiting the inevitable sharp pain that preceded oblivion. The footsteps stopped right next to her, she could hear raspy breathing and feel the tiny stir of air, then her murderer sank down beside her and she stiffened, but the blow did not fall. Shivering, she could not bring herself to look death in the face, for as strong as she was among her kind, she was still cowardly and weak. Then it happened, she felt a soft caress along her feathered back, shuddering for a few moments more, she allowed the relaxing contact to sooth her nerves and finally peaked out from her wing. The sight that greeted her should have been terrifying, two bright green predator eyes peered at her only inches away, long teeth glinted sharply in the flickering lights, but she was not afraid. Lifting her head, she reached one of her wing graspers out towards the horrifying visage, gently placing her fingers on t
... keep reading on reddit ➡I won't be doing that today!
This morning, my 4 year old daughter.
Daughter: I'm hungry
Me: nerves building, smile widening
Me: Hi hungry, I'm dad.
She had no idea what was going on but I finally did it.
Thank you all for listening.
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Hindus, on the other hand, never had any beef.
You take away their little brooms
Do your worst!
What did 0 say to 8 ?
" Nice Belt "
So What did 3 say to 8 ?
" Hey, you two stop making out "
When I got home, they were still there.
Where ever you left it 🤷♀️🤭
There hasn't been a post all year!
