EDIT 12/30: Ok, I will be choosing winners and PMing them with their keys! This may take me a bit. but I'll get it done asap!!!

UPDATE 2 1/02/2022: Still working on it! Doing this as fast as I can! Anything left over will go into another giveaway.

I have the following games, DLC, etc. leftover from various Humble Bundles and monthly Choices.

To enter: Please leave a comment listing 5 or more things you would like in order of preference, you will only win one item. I will award winners the top most choice I can. If all your choices are gone I will PM you to ask for your next preference.

I will not accept entries, trade requests, etc. via PM and anyone who PMs me with these will be disqualified!!!

The giveaway will close on Thursday, December 30, 2021 at 10pm EST.

I will be using THIS SITE to choose the winners. I was going to use Reddit Raffle, but they only allow 25 winners.

I will post the winner's name next to the item they received.

*** NOTES: There are 2 keys for Kingdom: Two Crowns and Generation Zero so there will be two winners for those games.

The following games are not Steam keys: Encodya (GOG) and Race the Sun (flippfly)

Google Docs link for list if you prefer.

Six months ago to the day, right here at this bus-stop, my boyfriend was stabbed, and killed.

There are no vehicles here at this time of night. Even here in the heart of the city. No people, either. The rain is my company, as are the blinking, glowing lights- ever neon- that send out their colors across the road and the glass and the puddles in ethereal washes and waves.

I lift my gaze and look across the street. The rain-soaked road shimmers in shades of yellow, teal, and pink. With flashes of green and orange. Occasional drifting red or blue.

He was mugged. Gave up his phone and wallet, then tried to prevent the guy from doing the same to somebody else. Some young woman. The details aren’t even important, really. I’ve been through them all hundreds and hundreds of times in my head and each time the outcome is the same:

…Tristan taking his final breaths. Rasping as he collapses to the ground and bleeds out over the concrete.

It’s going to happen again right now. I check my watch. In three more seconds. I’m sat at the bus stop and I turn my head to look to the right.

Tristan shimmers into view and my heart pangs dreadfully, as it always does. I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself.

There he is; a watery, shining and silvery being. Translucent. He can’t hear me. He can’t see me. It always starts the same. He’s listening to music. He looks so peaceful here. I wonder what he might be thinking about.

He has a rose in his pocket. He looks down to it and, with his tongue sticking out to one side, cautiously and carefully adjusts it.

My pulse races. This is where the atmosphere changes.

I watch as he looks up in surprise. As he is engaged by the mugger. I can’t see the mugger himself, only Tristan, but the situation is plain on Tristan’s face. And besides, I’ve seen the CCTV. I know how it goes down.

He speaks some silent, voiceless words as the rain falls. As he narrows his eyebrows and regards the mugger with caution, with care, with disdain.

I watch as he is provoked. As he steps to the side and puts out an arm. As he attempts to defend the young woman he is with.

I watch as he holds out his forearms, using them as makeshift shields. As they are slashed by the assailant’s knife.

I see the fear, the determination in Tristan’s ghostly face as he fights, as he struggles to bring down the attacker. As he silently shouts for the woman to get away. A vein bulges in his neck and the knife is forced into his chest. He gasps, and it goes in for

Just got back from our first trip with our dream key and this is our report card.

Cost: D. Not that we can’t afford it but it was sad to see families that couldnt afford to spend $20/genie+ pp and then another $20 pp for premium rides. There were two of us with dream keys and we literally spent $106 30 seconds into the park.

Genie +: A- Pretty darn good. Always had availability of rides. Times were quick to come and often could book again right after a ride was completed(wasn’t like that every time). Buying premium rides was easy at any point during the day(though frustrating $$$$). Also immediately issues ride passes good anywhere for any ride. During Christmas week I have to say we didn’t wait longer the 20 min in any direct line.

Rides: D Ok this is not about how amazing rise is the first time you get on it. It’s like no other experience in my opinion. Completely unique and cast member role play was amazing. The following rides broke down multiple times every day we were there(like a lot) and caused some wasted time. Thunder mtn. Space mtn. Rise. But by far the worst were Alice and Indiana Jones. I mean the maint is very very questionable if you ask me right now.

Ride honorable mention: Snow White—nice refurb. Really cool!

Staff: C(but I blame management) The security guards at the entrance were by far the friendliest of all cast members. Many park cast members looked tired and exhausted. Also there were definitely less of them. Several even told us “they were hungover” “sick of how they are making them work with less support” etc etc but they will literally employee 300 people to shine flashlights. They were not a happy crew.

Merchandise: D- Abysmal compared to what it used to be. Disneyana is a shell fo its former self. World of Disney feels like a target with terrible unoriginal cheaply made items for sale, off the page employees seem to be embarrassed selling the stuff the had 3 years ago and the artwork is literally 25% the size of what it used to be…everywhere. They said because of covid..yeah artist can paint when there’s a pandemic…uh ..ok. Overall we usually spend $2000 a trip on “stuff”. This time: $50 on a trader sam Christmas tiki mug and a cool forky brush!

Avengers “campus” D Is it me or does this consist of a big building with a big plane that doesn’t fly on it, one ride, and a place where Spider-Man comes out and says hi? The “one” ride is cool but I’m not sure what they were doing for three years. I’ll tak

A little over one hundred years ago, an icy forest exploded. Early on the morning of June 30 in the year 1908, a violent blast flattened more than 80 million trees in a stretch of woods roughly two-thirds the size of the State of Rhode Island. Because the explosion occurred in a barely occupied slice of Siberia, there were only a handful of witnesses and three deaths.

Well, officially, there were three deaths. The reality is an entire village was wiped out; men, women, and children experienced unimaginable horrors before dying in the snow. Records of the devastation were lost between wars and regime changes and revolutions.

You may have heard of the Tunguska Event but I promise you haven’t heard all of it.

My name is Lucas Vant. I run a blog called Horror in History and this is the story of what actually happened that summer morning near the Tunguska River. I know the truth because I was able to track down the journal of one of two survivors. The following account is from Sir Henry Franklin, a British adventurist who was on a solo trek through Siberia at the time of the Tunguska Event. I present, for your consideration, the actual incidents leading up to #TunguskaTruth.

June 29th, 1908, Yeniseysk Governorate

(*Note from Vant: The Yeniseysk Governorate is now modern Krasnoyarsk Krai in Russia)

Siberia has a fearsome reputation as a chilled killer. In June, though, with the sunshine cutting through the spruce trees and birdsong in the air, it’s stunning. The horizon seems to stretch farther here than anywhere else in the world. The water is sweeter, narrow creeks bringing cold runoff from the steppes to the taiga. I wake up each morning and breathe deeply of the fine summer air. There’s still a coolness in the wind at night but I have no complaints about the weeks I’ve spent hiking through the colossal forests in this strange land.

This morning, however, there was an ill-quality to the sunrise. The dawn light broke weak with a greenish tint. At first, I considered some bleed over from the aurora borealis but as the day grew older the phenomenon worsened. I was planning on hiking through a rocky pass east of the Tunguska river. When thick clouds came rolling down off the steppes, though, I reconsidered. After a quick breakfast of rabbit and coffee, I limited myself to a nature walk near the campsite in case of rain.

I’d set out to chronicle all of the flora and fauna that I encountered in Russia. My second journal is absolutely covere

It's Wednesday night. You know what that means.

#Tonight's Results

#Announced Matches & Upcoming Shows

Rampage: Grand Slam (9/24, Queens, NY)

• Adam Cole / Young Bucks Vs. Christian / Jurassic Express
• CM Punk Vs. Powerhouse Hobbs
• Jericho / Hager Vs. Men of the Year
• Lights Out Match: Mox / Kingston Vs. Lance Archer / Suzuki
• Lucha Bros / Santana & Ortiz Vs Butcher & Blade / Private Party
• Anna Jay Vs. Penelope Ford

Dynamite (9/29, Rochester, NY)

• TNT Championship: Sammy Guevara Vs. Miro

Rampage (10/1, Rochester, NY)

Dynamite (10/6, Philadelphia, PA)

#Tonight on Dynamite

• The Elite rush in after time expires. The crowd boos furiously, then the bucks and Cole superkick Bryan. Christian and Jungle Boy run in for the save and run the Elite out.

• CM Punk is here. (Imagine typing that CM Punk comes out after a Bryan/Omega match? I'm still drowning in how crazy this shit has gotten in the last couple of months dudes). “I'm sure glad I'm not wrestling on Dynamite, how do you follow that?” he asks. He is correct. I pity the rest of the roster. It's been a long time since I've been in NYC he says. It's been even longer since pro wrestling has been in NYC he says. People keep saying he needs to get mad, to be the old CM Punk. Eventually, you will see that man, but be careful what you wish for. He calls out Team Taz. He says he tried to come down here and mean mug, but he sees the fans and cant help but smile. Last week they tricked me, jumped me, put me through a table... and yes, it pissed me off, and yes I'm about it, but when my music hits, and I step on that stage. I can't help but feeling the way I feel-- yes it's a love fest. And yes I'm smiling. And yes I'm happy. I'm happy to see you. But of course I think what they did, or attempted, was take all of this away from me. They don't want to hear my music, don't want to see happy CM Punk and enjoying wrestling fans. And then, well, then I get pissed off. Because it's been so long since I felt or had this, so long since I needed t

Do your worst!

My brother has played WarThunder for a few years and he has thousands of hours spent in the game. I need some gift ideas, and even though I could just purchase him something like premium, I think I would still go for something that is WarThunder related but not an in-game type of thing.

I could go for a WarThunder mug, maybe shirt, but it would take a long time for the package to arrive. Maybe more than a month, so I guess that's out of the equation.

And as far as I know, he's mainly playing with germany.

I was thinking if I should buy him some tank layouts (small 3d printed models) which he could paint and edit to his liking. And because he's playing with germany, I think these 3 would do: Pz.Kpfw.IV Ausf.F2, Tiger I early production version and a Maus.

Though, due to the limitation of available gift options, I also think Golden Eagles / Premium would be a pretty good gift imo.

Let me know what you think.

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 😂

The Scary Future of the American Right

What I saw at the National Conservatism Conference.

David Brooks | November 18, 2021

Rachel Bovard is one of the thousands of smart young Americans who flock to Washington each year to make a difference. She’s worked in the House and Senate for Republicans Rand Paul, Pat Toomey, and Mike Lee, was listed among the “Most Influential Women in Washington Under 35” by National Journal, did a stint at the Heritage Foundation, and is now policy director of the Conservative Partnership Institute, whose mission is to train, equip, and unify the conservative movement. She’s bright, cheerful, and funny, and has a side hustle as a sommelier. And, like most young people, she has absorbed the dominant ideas of her peer group.

One of the ideas she’s absorbed is that the conservatives who came before her were insufferably naive. They thought liberals and conservatives both want what’s best for America, disagreeing only on how to get there. But that’s not true, she believes. “Woke elites — increasingly the mainstream left of this country — do not want what we want,” she told the National Conservatism Conference, which was held earlier this month in a bland hotel alongside theme parks in Orlando. “What they want is to destroy us,” she said. “Not only will they use every power at their disposal to achieve their goal,” but they’ve already been doing it for years “by dominating every cultural, intellectual, and political institution.”

As she says this, the dozens of young people in her breakout session begin to vibrate in their seats. Ripples of head nodding are visible from where I sit in the back. These are the rising talents of the right — the Heritage Foundation junior staff, the Ivy League grads, the intellectual Catholics and the Orthodox Jews who have been studying Hobbes and de Tocqueville at the various young conservative fellowship programs that stretch along Acela-land. In the hallway before watching Bovard’s speech, I bumped into one of my former Yale students, who is now at McKinsey.

Bovard has the place rocking, training her sights on the true enemies, the left-wing elite: a “totalitarian cult of billionaires and bureaucrats, of privilege perpetuated by bullying, empowered by the most sophisticated surveillance and communications technologies in history, and limited only by the scruples of people who arrest rape victims’ fathers,

They’re on standbi

Pilot on me!!

The effectiveness of my booster jab has already worn off by now, and I'm fucking shitting bricks here, guys. I don't want to get swept away to Oz!! I mean, the Scarecrow has no brain, the Tin-Man has no heart, and the Cowardly Lion has no courage, so it's a safe bet they're all anti-vax scum!! I want to leave my house, but that would be breaking the rules, and obeying is more important than surviving at the end of the day.

Bereft of a storm cellar or bunker to hunker down in until the storm passes, I'm currently cowering in the bath tub in my Chewbacca onesie and matching slippers, a mug of hotty-hotty choc-choc clasped between my trembling hands as I take furtive glances and panicked peeks outside my window at the fucking massive tornado thundering towards me. It's gonna tear through my house like Covid through old folx at a Cuomo nursing home.

If anyone can provide any helpful tips on how I might survive this situation, they'd be most appreciated. I'm wearing my N95 mask and my face-shield, and I've lubed myself up head to toe in hand sanitizer, so if I am sucked out into the vortex at least I'll be safe from any Covid microdroplets whizzing around in there!! I'm not gonna lie, guys, I haven't been this terrified since I found out I had Covid (THE OMICRON VARIANT!!!). If I don't make it, please donate all my heckin' Reddit karma and awards to my favourite OnlyFans e-thot. I have nothing else of worth, so I guess that's it. Anyway, I'm gonna take one last peek out the window before signing off andasjdaskbjsanjdkasjd asj xc

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.

I won't be doing that today!

You take away their little brooms

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.

Out there - Patreon (for all those curious or wanting to support :))

At the Beginning

Adventure Arc - Arc 2

Previously on Leveling up the World…

 

The day of the Nerosal Festival came with thunder and bright lights. The first salvo of fireworks filled the sky at the crack of dawn, filling the still dark sky with light of all colors. These were not the fireworks that Dallion had occasionally seen be released during the week leading up to this day, they were on a whole new level. Back on Earth, even the best firework displays created a little more than pattern combinations in the sky. Here, it was like watching someone paint pictures in the sky with light and glitter. It started with small symbols—crowns, swords, chalices—then quickly moved to horses, dragons, griffons, finally culminating in a crudely animated scene. Had Dallion seen this on a PC screen, he would have laughed. Seeing it stretch across the entire sky, however, filled him with awe.

Few things could compare the first time you see it, Nil said, amused by the fact that Dallion had spent a quarter hour staring at the sky from the window of his room. Originally, it started as a quick glance out of curiosity; as a result, Dallion wasn’t able to look away ever since. The money spent on this is enough to upgrade a neighborhood two times over. And yet, looking at it seems like a small price to pay.

Finally, after half an hour, Dallion managed to pull away from the sight and start getting dressed. This was an important day for him—the day he’d see the countess for the very first time and, more importantly, the day that she would see him. While it was unrealistic to have any expectations, there was a chance that someone would whisper a word or two about him in the countess’ ear. After all, Dallion was a first-time wildcard, and if nothing else, that would be an amusing topic of conversation for a minute or two during the tournament.

Remember to put on your best clothes, the armadil shield reminded. Nobles love to watch tidy performances. Just avoid anything fancy.

“Thanks, Shield,” Dallion muttered. For the first time in

It’s pronounced “Noel.”

After all his first name is No-vac

What did 0 say to 8 ?

" Nice Belt "

So What did 3 say to 8 ?

" Hey, you two stop making out "

There hasn't been a post all year!