I have a few Adept PLUG1's. Most have MW's in Range or Stability. A few have MW Charge Time.

1. Which magazine should I use on Adept PLUG1? I know Particle Repeater's +Stability is great, & Liquid Coils used to reign on Erentil like...18-24+ months ago.

However, Idk whether a Precision 740 like PLUG1, unlike the High Impacts (Erentil, Exiles), i) benefits more from Range or Stability; & ii) gains anything from Liquid Coils--or for that matter loses anything from Accelerated Coils. Like #bolts needed.

2. I know Bungie in S15 changed how fusions' Charge Times worked (or maybe just displayed). So is MW Charge Time still disfavored on 740 precision's?

2a) What about an Adept Charge Time mod? Does a "+10 Charge Time" mean a mere drop from 740 to 730? Does it reduce impact proportionally, like MW Charge Time does?

2b) A 730 Charge Time sounds great in theory. It'd allow me to get the jump on other 740's like Main Ingredient. However, instances where we both start precharging within .01s of each other must be exceedingly rare. Does another Adept Mod, like Range or Stability, benefit it more?

Your headphones may become a tad more tangled on average, but they will long outlast a pair that are creased at the same point continually.

Think of it like a sheet of paper - when you fold paper, it becomes easier to tear at the crease. This same principle can apply to wires, especially those as slender as headphone cords. Using the same folding method every time, while satisfying, will gradually increase the likelihood that your headphones succumb to a break in the wire where the folds occur, commonly called a "short."

tl;dr: Avoid focusing folds in the same place each time when storing your headphones to decrease the odds of wire integrity degradation.

• Cache in "Air drop intercept" mission spawns inside a giant rock which cannot be accessed and cause you entire mission to fail.

• One of the "capture the small caches" mission will complete by itself when you arrive the site.

• The "set tarp for coildrive" mission the coildrive will not despawn if you repeat the bounty from open world cause the coil drive to go crazy when it arrive to the trap.

The song that we love from ARR, the song that plays during Coils of bahamut, and later in multiple parts of Endwalker - its called Answers because thats what it is. It is Venat's answer to the question posed by Hermes.

As she walks, pained and beaten, after sundering the world, this song plays in background as she explains her actions. And not only does the song's name explain them, but they lyrics themselves too.

The entire song's lyrics are heartbreaking, but i dont want to post a giant wall of text here, so ill just leave a few snippets of the lyrics, and you can check the full lyrics yourself

> Now open your eyes while our plight is repeated

> Still deaf to our cries, lost in hope we lie defeated

> Our souls have been torn, and our bodies forsaken

> Bearing sins of the past, for our future is taken

> War born of strife, these trials persuade us not

> (Feel what? Learn what?)

> Words without sound, these lies betray our thoughts

> Mired by a plague of doubt, the Land, she mourns

> (See what? Hear what?)

> Judgement binds all we hold to a memory of scorn

> Tell us why, given Life, we are meant to die, helpless in our cries?

>.

> Thy Life is a riddle, to bear rapture and sorrow

> To listen, to suffer, to entrust unto tomorrow

> In one fleeting moment, from the Land doth life flow

> Yet in one fleeting moment, for anew it doth grow

>In the same fleeting moment thou must live, die and know

More than that, remember Hyedalyn's famous "Hear, Feel, Think"?

Well, if you paid attention to what she said during her trial, you'd notice she expands on this.

>Hear... The song of Creation's end

>Feel...The sorrow at Hope's Demise

>Think...And find your way in the darkness.

You knew the answers from the beginning. As you were killing wasps and boars, and saving people from bandits, you heard Hyedalyn give you the answers - Live your life, have no regrets, strive forward no matter the darkness. Even if everything has an end, that doesnt mean your life is meaningless.

It just took us until endwalker to fully understand the question...

Holy shit.

Do your worst!

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 over a decade, I've been reliving the year 2005. Each year – or rotation as I call the passing of every 365 days – the cycle begins anew. Same routines. Same troubles in the news. Same people around me.

The rotations don’t begin on January 1st like you might be expecting, but instead on Christmas Day – just before midnight. That was the night I performed the ritual for the creature – Mister Morgenstern. For a decade or more I’ve kept up my end of the bargain with Mister Morgenstern. But for some reason, this last rotation, this last Christmas, something went wrong.

If you haven’t guessed already, it was my wish that this limbo of 2005 repeat itself. For reasons I’ll get into later. I will say now that I had no choice. I had to do it. It was the best thing for everyone.

Don’t mistake this for a confession. I’m not confessing. I am not seeking forgiveness for what I’ve done, nor am I repenting. I am beseeching your understanding – whoever you are reading this. And perhaps, with what’s transpired, these posts are my last gasp at immortality.

Friday December 23rd

I meet my husband Josh at the First Cup coffee shop off Mavis. Like I do every December 23rd. Like every rotation before, he’s sitting by the window, wearing his crisp white button down with the ebony cufflinks I bought him for his 38th birthday. He’s also wearing his cornflower blue necktie, his sharkskin suit jacket draped along the shoulders of his chair. His winter coat is crumpled into an unsightly black mass on the seat next to him. There’s a tiny espresso cup, the china unstained – glistening on the table.

At 40 years old, he’s still as handsome as the dashing young defense attorney I fell in love with: square jaw, high cheekbones, fine roman nose, and the most irresistible emerald eyes. His hairline has receded, the flesh of his temples now exposed, forming a kind of widow’s peak, but I don’t mind. I’ve tried to find his balding pattern uncomely to spite him, but I’ve never found his appearance any less appealing over the years.

He looks up at me, regarding me with a put-on air of remorse. It worked the first time – brought me to my knees, in fact. This time I’d rather he just drop the pretense and get it over with. I know what I am to him this day: one more drawn-out inconvenience on an already busy afternoon.

“Thank you for coming,” he says, referring to the message he left on the answering machine two hours ago. After seven rotations I have the thing memorized, down to the fil

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! I thought I’d give you all a present of an extra episode! I hope you enjoy!

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“James, I have a proposal,” Master Cellone informed him as they sat in her room with a cup of brew.

“Go on,” he replied, interested in what she might ask.

She replied by setting down two identical simple wooden rings down between them, which he could guess the use of. “So, we seem to be in a situation where you have a lot of knowledge you can’t articulate, and I have a desire for that knowledge. I don’t ask this lightly, I have a lot I would prefer to keep private myself, but I know you have had experience in this area, wanted or not, so I feel like you are the only person I can propose this to. Are you open to the idea of linking our minds and sharing our thoughts?”

That was the question James was expecting when he saw the rings, and he already knew his answer. “Master, with all due respect, no. Linking my mind to my Binding was one thing, we have a deep love we both know and we trust each other almost perfectly. Linking my mind to my daughter was a mistake and I regret it deeply, I only did it to allay my fears and it caused so many problems. I like you as a good friend and mentor, and I trust you have the best intentions and purely want to improve our world for the better, but I’m not comfortable with you seeing much of what rattles around in my head.”

“I see, thank you for being honest, but I’m going to ask this instead. I don’t want an instantaneous answer, I wouldn’t trust you’ve actually thought this through. I don’t want you to do this if there is a shred of doubt, and if we did and I found out you had any doubt, I wouldn’t be very happy. In the past, mind sharing has been an invaluable way of preserving information by many researchers that couldn’t possibly be written down by them or explained in a way someone could un

Pilot on me!!

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In a previous post I put forth a theory that Elden Ring is the Dark Souls of alchemy, adapting and literalizing concepts and symbols from the Hermetic tradition of alchemy, specifically the magnum opus or Great Work, to form the basis of its world and lore.

The release of the story trailer and recent Edge interview motivated me to revisit these connections and elaborate on my initial theories. The previous post can be found pinned in my profile, but I will recap some of the key points and sum up the additional points below:

The Elden Ring logo can be compared to alchemy-related diagrams such as the Ripley Scroll, which illustrates the achievement of the fabled philosophers’ stone.

• The logo bears a strong resemblance to the Ripley Scroll’s image of a coiled dragon atop a globe (see the previous post for more on this).
• Similarly, the ring of circles pattern seen in the giant’s eye from the Elden Ring gameplay reveal trailer and armor design motifs resembles the Ripley Scroll’s depiction of the philosophers’ stone as a ring of circles.

The player’s journey from lowly Tarnished to golden Lord corresponds to alchemy’s Great Work, where lead is literally or metaphorically turned to gold.

• Just as the culmination of alchemy’s Great Work is the creation of the philosophers’ stone; the successful completion of the Long March could lead to the creation of the Elden Ring.
• I believe Godfrey was the first to make a journey known in Elden Ring’s world as “the Long March.” After uniting with Marika, the Lands Between experienced a time of balance and prosperity governed by the Golden Order.

The “bloody wolf” identity of the Tarnished mirrors that of alchemy’s “grey wolf” (antimony), a “cooperative metal” capable of purifying gold.

• The Twelve Keys of Basil Valentine suggests the base material for the magnum opus be a “fierce grey wolf”. It describes a transformation from wolf to lion and ultimately king.

Various sections of the Ripley Scroll seem to correspond to key lore concepts in Elden Ring.

• >!In the recent Edge interview, Miyazaki describes the Elden Ring as “metaphysical” in nature, and says that the circles of the logo “represent the laws of the world, the rules and order.” This fits the scroll’s depiction of the philosopher’s stone as a ring uniting seven key princi

His dreams were always the same.

As soon as he closed his eyes they reopened onto an ethereal landscape. Everywhere he looked, shattered stone pillars jutted out of the ground, lightly obscured by mist.

And then he saw them.

A tall man with curly grey hair and a short woman with wavy auburn hair walked away from him. He called out to them; they did not respond. He ran after them, his long hair flowing out behind him like water, but as soon as he reached them they vanished.

Find us, the whisper said into his ears. And then he woke up. He could never remember the figures in the dream but he always remembered the words.

"Who do I find?" He murmured into his pillow. "Who are you?"

Later that day, the guard assignments were posted, and he and his colleagues signed up for various jobs.

He picked a job guarding a research station on a ship nobody had heard of. Something about it seemed right.

~

He looked into a silvered mirror as he clasped his hair into a bun, gently guiding errant strands behind his ear. Then he left his quarters, rifle strapped to his waist, and proceeded down the corridor to meet his new assignment.

A woman was waiting for him at the end of the corridor. "Hey," she said. "I'm Mia." Her hair was a shock of red and almost reached her waist. She stuck out her hand to clasp his. "New guard, huh?" She continued. "What happened to the last one?"

"Murdered." he replied, returning her gesture. "Ambush."

"Oh." She frowned, ever so slightly.

His gaze hardened. "I'm not so easy to kill." He looked back down the corridor.

"Good." The door behind her whooshed open though the room inside was dark. He kept his gaze firmly on the corridor. Orders were orders, after all. She turned around and walked back into the room; then, her voice emanated out of the darkness. "Name?" She asked.

"Liam," he replied.

"Good luck, Liam." With that she was gone, the doors to her research lab shut tight once more. With a sigh, he took up a guard stance outside the door.

~

It only took a week.

There were intruders on the ship. They were armed and he had no idea who they were. But they died just as easily as any other human.

With a muttered curse Liam reloaded his rifle, then aimed it down the corridor which was littered with bodies. There were echoes of fighting in the distance. He breathed in, breathed out, then waited. There would be more. There always were.

The door behind him opened with a soft whoosh; Liam did not turn

Hey all. So I've been planning for a while now to try doing an extraction for the first time, soon. But this will be my first time actually doing DMT and I have really no solid idea how to work with the final product. I know its kind of fragile. I ideally want to vaporize it.

Where do I even begin with this? I have very little experience with vapes, I've only used them with THC carts, so branching off into fancier vapes is super intimidating. But the only reason I'm really planning to branch out to begin with is for DMT, so I want to make sure whatever I buy is a good option for that.

Can anyone point me in the direction of any good resources on further educating myself on vaping DMT? Can anyone recommend a good, beginner friendly vape for DMT use?

“CIRCLE OF DEATH!”

Keira spun her greatsword in a wide arc, cleaving through both the Blightspawn in front of her and the one that had been attempting to sneak up from behind. Her blade split open mutated flesh like it was a knife cutting hot butter, scoring deep lines across the Blightspawn’s torsos that wept gray blood. Keira didn’t bother feeling triumphant – considering how effective the abominations’ regeneration was, those wounds were barely worth the 50 MP she’d spent to inflict them.

Knocking both creatures away from her, thereby giving her a much-needed moment to focus on one? Now that was worth 50 MP.

“POWER SLASH!” Keira slammed her beloved partner down onto the first Blightspawn’s back, piercing through its body and into the ground. The beast, a crocodile-thing with two heads and serrated skin, writhed frantically as it struggled in vain to escape from the slab of steel that was pinning it in place. As the second Blightspawn rallied to its friend’s aid, claws outstretched towards Keira's unprotected back, Keira used the momentum of her swing to vault herself straight over the first Blightspawn and land behind its tail. With both creatures taken off guard, and one heavily injured, Keira ripped her greatsword out of the crocodile-thing’s back and beat the everloving shit out of it until it stopped moving.

Reached Level 41!
5 Stat Points Gained!

Warrior Level Increased! 37 → 38

4 Points in Strength, 1 in Vitality. For once, her allocation choice wasn’t based solely on her personal preferences – raw power was the key to killing monstrosities that were fueled by Blight-born vitality. The remaining Blightspawn warbled in outrage as it spewed fire, breathing gusts of flame out from compressed sacks of air embedded within its skin. Danger Sense guided Keira’s steps as she jumped to the side well before its attack reached her. She eyed her MP, currently sitting at 150, and decided: fuck it.

“SPEAR OF STEEL!” Keira launched her greatsword like a javelin, crushing the Blightspawn’s head into a gooey red paste. She rushed forward as the blade reappeared back in her hand, preparing a follow-up attack to prevent the beast from regaining its footing.

Then Meyneth tore its spine out.

Keira skidded to a halt. She stared at the Dragonkin in utter bafflement, her posture frozen in the middle of executing a sword strike. Meyneth definitely hadn’t been there a moment ago. Yet there she was, tearing the Blightspawn to shreds as she bellowe

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.

"Gill?"

"Hey, you okay?"

"What's the matter with you?"

Their voices sounded as though they were far away from me as I stared at the mass of magical energy on the balcony– I could just barely make out the contours of its mask in the light provided. Before I could gather the sentence together in my throat, Atlas turned around and followed my eyes up to the balcony. Then Fena, and finally Axle. All of us were now silently staring at it, all of us lost for words.

Axle, without a word, moved his arms in semicircles before clasping his hands together toward the balcony.

"Gill..." Fena whispered. "Is that the guy that chased you?"

"Yeah," I said just above a whisper. "That's the one."

"Axle?" Atlas asked. "Is that the one?"

He swallowed, "Y-yeah. It's definitely the thing I heard that night."

"What's it thinking?" I asked without taking my eyes off of it.

"It's the same as before," he said quietly. "Single sentences– commands it seems; all in the same tone and inflection. It's hard to make out perfectly, but I'm hearing something like... Protect the algorithm. Break and retrieve. Protect the algorithm. Break and retrieve. That's what it sounds like to me, but... now that I'm hearing it a second time, I can say for certain. That thing is not human."

"Break... and retrieve?" I asked as suddenly, the magic began to swirl around inside of it. "Hey," I warned everyone. "Its magic is riled. I think it's about to do something."

"Parameters. Four," Axle spoke as it thought. "Consider retreat. Ejecting sleep agent. Assess results. Act accordingly." Axle made a confused expression, "What the he-"

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a sound at the other end of the library as it opened its cloak. Four projectiles shot from its chest and had it not been for the glint of the glass object headed my way, I wouldn't have been able to dodge it in time. I managed to break right just in time to feel it whiz past my arm. I fell to the floor and scrambled to a kneeling position.

"What was that??" I screamed before glancing left.

Fena and Axle slumped to the ground. Atlas looked down at his midsection at the syringe sticking out of him. He pulled it out and looked at me in disbelief before reaching into his side pocket and pulling out a pocket watch. The face of the watch had been cracked and a blue liquid was leaking from it. He looked down at Axle and Fena lying around his feet and then back up at the cloaked figure on the balcony.

"Gill..." he said quiet

What did 0 say to 8 ?

" Nice Belt "

So What did 3 say to 8 ?

" Hey, you two stop making out "

I won't be doing that today!

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"Right flank, light strikers," Undrat heard his SNCO snap over the command channel.

Standing in the watery ditch, his feet sunk in the mud, Undrat did a slow turn from the waist and abdomen, the power armor humming with restrained strength. The barrel of Madame 318 swept across the battlefield, the end of the barrel smoking and steaming. Dead Dwellerspawn and AWM were scattered around, shattered by the power of 64th Guards Rifle Division.

He was a Heavy Weapons Specialist, a Sergeant in the Terran Confederacy of Aligned Systems Space Force Army. He performed as a subordinate of Captain H'kitrak, LTC Johan-Blood, Colonel N'Mreent, Lieutenant General N'Vortu, and General Pht.Yernt.

Undrat knew, as surely as he knew his own name, that this battle would break the back of the 30th Rifle Corps, that the war was being lost on this planet and the inhabitants would be subjected to the horrors of the Atrekna 'sinking' the system.

He was proud to be part of it.

He intended on breaking the Atrekna's teeth and tearing away their tentacles. To die surrounded by expended brass and his chunk of territory being most expensive real estate the Atrekna had ever purchased.

His pride in himself and his unit and the Confederate Armed Services carried him beyond the pain of his wounds.

The strikers were Autonomous War Machines, dropping out of the clouds, hoping to use their speed to replace the armor they were lacking. The air was full of thin droplets of black rain, confusing the AWM's sensors.

Undrat's armor's VI was capable of editing it out without editing out a drop of oil falling from a cracked crankcase.

His armor heat was at 86.74%, his slush was at 88.22%. His green battle buddy was dead. His armor integrity was at 45.41%, he had two armor blowthroughs. The smart-harness was damaged and his recoil stabilizers were only at 22% efficiency. Steam billowed up around his feet as his suit desperately dumped heat into the heat sinks in his soles and on his calves.

But he had no fear.

Madame Three-Eighteen was with him and he carried the pride of the Tukna'rn people within him.

His Overseer would know that Undrat had covered himself in glory. That the Overseers confidence in Undrat h

You take away their little brooms

There hasn't been a post all year!

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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Sorry Guys, We hit the character limit for this post. I have cut a lot of content out of some of the longer comments so that everything can fit. Please feel free to contribute still! I highly recommend you also check out the original comments as they will have a lot more information.

Hail fellow Crusaders, and welcome to the first community-driven Crusade. This will be a year-long collaborative narrative for our sub to participate in and evolve over time. More specifically, I will provide the blueprint for our crusade, but it will be up to you guys to flesh it out. The goal will be to have an evolving shared narrative that any black templar player can use for their army, as well as a shared enemy and iconography. I will also look into a way of recording our tabletop victories and heroic accomplishments throughout the year. any suggestions for how to go about doing this would be awesome!

It's simple to participate, all you have to do is a comment. Below I will provide a list of things that can be added to the crusade, ill try to keep it varied, but if you'd like to add something that isn't there, feel free to do so! Some categories will only have room for one suggestion, so the first person to comment a lore-friendly suggestion will get that spot. Each section will be continually updated with your contributions. Feel free to reference or build off of others comments. For the sake of fairness, please limit yourself to one big contribution or a handful of smaller ones. We want everyone to have a chance to participate. Feel free to write as much as you like, I will abridge your contribution when adding it to the post. You will be given credit and your comment will still have your full info.

Please title your comment with the entry name for clarity. Any entry with a "+" next to it is no longer available.

All lore-friendly suggestions are welcome (anything that is cannon, could fit in the cannon, or doesn't break the cannon). Ill go ahead and kick us off by naming our crusade! Henceforth we shall call it the unconquerable crusade, or in high gothic...

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-The Invictus Crusade-

Characters

+Marshal:

• Arnulph Torismund is a seasoned veteran who came to prominence in the purgus crusade, where he served

𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖞 𝕸𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓’𝖘 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑,

𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖑𝖑,

𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝕰𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖓: 𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖑’𝖘 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖜𝖓.

𝖄𝖊𝖙 𝕸𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖓𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖓’𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖜𝖓.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖊;

𝖎𝖋 𝖍𝖊’𝖉 𝖞𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗’𝖘 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖑𝖑

𝖍𝖊’𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑.

𝕭𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖊

𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊

𝖆 𝖕𝖔𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖓’𝖘 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉, 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊,

𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖆 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖊.

𝕳𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞, 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖜𝖓.

𝕹𝖔𝖜 𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓-𝖔𝖋-𝖙𝖍𝖊-𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖍𝖊’𝖘 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓.

𝕳𝖊’𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝖉𝖆𝖞,

𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝕰𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖓 𝖐𝖊𝖕𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖙 𝖇𝖆𝖞.

𝕴𝖓 𝕲𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖊,

𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖈𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖙 𝖆𝖎𝖉...

####𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖊, 𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖊’𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖆𝖓!

#𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓, 𝕰𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖓!

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All feats listed with [Crown of Horns] are done when that fell item’s worn.

[Ley Line] feats are when his might is amplified at Stonehenge’s site.

Feats by [Baby] indicated within his childhood are dated.

>Change, change O form of man. Free the prince forever damned. Free the might from fleshy mire. Boil the blood in heart of fire. Gone, gone the form of man, Rise the demon Etrigan!

#Strength

Striking

Objective

• Knights in plate bar his way and try to slow him down. Without pause Etrigan ploughs through and knocks all to the ground.^(DV1 #1)

• One angry slap is all it takes to cause a woman’s neck to break.^(BotD #12)

• A kick ends with the victim dead^(DV3 #48); separated from their head.^(DV3 #45)

• Head, face, skull, and brains, one punch reduces all to stains.^(BotD #13)

• Twin brutes learn too late to fear hell’s true lord as he bursts both their skulls like two overripe gourds.^(BotD #15)

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It’s pronounced “Noel.”

After all his first name is No-vac

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Kathmin surveyed his quarters. It was far more spacious than he’d expected and even included private lavatory facilities. He had dinner with Commander Rigel at the Officers Lounge in 15 minutes. He wasn’t sure where that was, so he decided to head that way. He splashed some water on his face and looked at himself for a moment in the mirror above the sink. Water was dripping from his whiskers. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. The natural mask around his eyes, providing his distinctive procyonid features, couldn’t hide the fatigue much longer. He splashed his face again, dried himself, and glanced back at the reflection in the mirror. His fur was getting decidedly grayer with each passing year. The telltale tufts of white at the tips of his ears twitched.

“You’re getting old, Kathmin,” he said to himself. “Your adventure only just started this morning, and already you seem like you need a nap. Pull it together. Not only were you right about the galaxy’s common nightmare, but you’ve been asked to enter the dream and speak with them.” He thought for a moment about the implications. “You’ll probably be lucky if you ever sleep peacefully again,” he mused. “Well, like Uncle Fynn always said, ‘Be careful what you wish for, Kathmin; you just might get it.’”

He donned a clean shirt and straightened his jacket. Finally, tolerant of the likeness facing him, he set off. As he turned a corner in the hall, Zhiela exited another room. She, too, was wearing different clothing and looked refreshed. Her dress was simple but elegant. Her eyes locked onto him immediately, almost mechanically, causing an instinctual reaction that made his heart skip a beat. She waved and waited for him to make his way down the corridor.

As Kathmin neared her, he spoke up, “Greetings, Zhiela! Care to walk to dinner together?”

“Hey, Kathmin,” Zhiela responded, “are you sure you’re not worried about wandering the lonely hallways with a Dursk?”

Kathmin chuckled and said, “Perspective, Zhiela, it’s all about perspective. While I will admit to a certain amount of trepidation this morning meeting you in that dark cafe, I know your people are reasonable, educated, and honorable. Where we’re going, on the other hand, well, let’s say th

What, then, is Chinese rap?

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