Looking for the official pressings of either of these records. I dont mind if they dont have the obi but I would prefer if they have the booklet. Condition of the cover and inserts doesn't matter too much either as long as the record itself works well
>I'M BORED TO DEATH (GO MAD)
>kabe ni tobi-chiru SPRINTER OF GLASS (SHED BLOOD)
>kaerimiru kako ni mushibamare chi wo nagasu
>I COME TO MY SENSE (AT LAST)
>azakeri-warai OUTSIDER
>subete kudake-chiru kaikan ni me wo samasu
>kioku ni yaki-tsuku omae no
>sugata chi HEAD de haki-sutero
>I DON'T WANNA VASHINING LOVE
>BREAK OUT OF (MY MOLD)
>kagami ni utsuru FALSE FACE (BREAK UP)
>mi-ushinai-kaketa yokubou wo baku-kesu toki
>MAKE A PAST (AT GIRL)
>maboroshi ni mita A REAL KNOCK OUT
>kichigai-jimita kairaku ni ake-kurero
What this is:
This is a discussion thread to share thoughts, memories, or first impressions of albums which have lived through the decades. Maybe you first heard this when it came out or are just hearing it now. Even though this album may not be your cup of tea, rest assured there are some really diverse classics and underrated gems on the calendar. Use this time to reacquaint yourself with classic metal records or be for certain you really do not "get" whatever record is being discussed.
Band: X Japan
Album: Vanishing Vision
Released: April 14th, 1988
When you are prompted to "Read" notes the text saying you can push the Y button to read it in word format the letters are all off, i actually have to close one eye to read what it says. I am seeing the same thing during the cut scenes i cant read any of the text unless i close one eye. Its not preventing me from playing the game whatsoever i'm just curious if anyone else has ran into this problem.
The main reason i ask is because when i'm trying to play The Climb the left lens has overlapping images making it unplayable (still waiting on a solution from a ticket), but the right eye looks fine. I am just wondering if these 2 issues are related or not.
I can't find any info on this and I've been taught this concept in art my whole life as if its a fundamental necessity but I don't think I've heard any convincing arguments for its existance in the first place. It may be a lot more simple that I'm trying to make it but if someone could give me the sparknotes I would be stoked.
It happens a lot. I'll be picking my nose and pull a hair and everything goes black for a fraction of a second. Or I'll be removing liquid latex and it pulls an eyelash, same issue. Just now I was picking a scab, sudden tiny sharp pain, sudden blackness.
Being a hero looked so easy on TV.
Was in the stormwind vision fighting alleria get her to 10% then my insanity when to zero when i was at 65%
Age: 22 Sex: Male Height: 5,8 Weight: 145 lbs Allergies: Pollen related, don't know specifics, do not smoke, take any drugs or even drink.
Woke up today, looked in the mirror and as I was looking at my eyes, I realized I couldn't really see my whole face at once. My vision was sort of blurry and shadowy towards the left side. About 5 minutes later I noticed flashing streaks across my vision appear. It lasted about 15-20 minutes, then totally went away. After, I had a bad headache for a few hours. Migraine or something more serious? My eyesight has been perfectly normal since then. I never get migraines so this is totally new to me if it was one.
Video because explaining is hard.
When playing singleplayer campaign maps with AI allies who share map vision, whenever a unit owned by the AI ceases to have vision of an enemy player's building (either the unit moves on and the building leaves the unit's FOV or the unit dies) it vanishes completely. How do I report this as a bug?
Sma'akamo'o was sitting in a chair that a Telkan had brought out, watching the Terrans go over the ground fighting and the dispersal of forces. He had taken a quick four hour nap to offset the nearly twenty hours of being awake during the fighting, but didn't feel refreshed at all.
The Mad Lemurs of Terra seemed as fresh and energetic as ever.
He had to admit, the Terrans were as adept at ground fighting as he had always estimated. Once they hit the ground, unless they could be dislodged within minutes, an hour at the most, they were dug in like hide parasites and as impossible to remove.
Spy'inmo'o leaned over next to him.
"Note how the Terrans are able to keep not only the fluid nature of the battlefield in their minds, but remember each unit's role in the offensive or defensive operations," the covert action specialist said. "They do not rely solely on computer reports, their Admiral Smith receives update via voice from Division and Brigade Combat Team leaders hourly."
Sma'akamo'o nodded. "Even with my implant, the information overload is almost complete. I cannot remember which unit is involved where."
"Something's happening," Spy'inmo'o said as Admiral Smith and the other Admirals of the Mad Lemur Fleet were approaching.
"I'm moving my command center to orbit," the Admiral said. "The situation on the ground is stable, the Atrekna are being pushed back, and we've identified command and control groups within the Atrekna order of battle," she looked up. "Temporal-phasic munitions are proving to be highly effective, so we're dusting off a lot of nanoforge templates from the Third Temporal War."
Spy'inmo'o filed away that little bit of data.
The universe has attempted to wipe out the Mad Lemurs of Terra with every situation possible, only to leave behind the ones who could adapt and overcome the threat, he thought. Their saying of 'that which does not kill me makes me stronger' is more than just idle warrior-culture boasting. They gain knowledge, weaponry, tactics, strategies, making them more effective against any enemy utilizing the same tactics.
"I would like to invite the three of you to join me. General Gargrante will remain here to oversea the theater of operations
... keep reading on reddit β‘I run a private campground. Weβre officially open for the camping season, but we donβt have many people taking us up on that yet. Mostly weβre getting the hardcore campers that want to test their gear before vanishing for weeks into the mountains this summer. I donβt worry about them so much. They know the nights are still dropping close to or even below freezing and come prepared. And when they go hiking into the deep woods, they do so at a pace that eats up the miles.
Itβs the people that meander through the woods that get preyed upon. The sightseers. The ones that donβt belong.
If youβre new here, you should really start at the beginning and if youβre totally lost, this might help.
With our current campers self-sufficient, thatβs given me some time to follow up on my own side projects and no, Iβm not talking about mulching the garden beds at the camp entrance. Thatβs what I have employees for.
Iβm talking about fixing my knife.
Look - I know - the frost is a problem, the thing in the dark needs help, and Iβve still got my list of inhuman things that need dealt with. But all of that is going to be hard if I donβt have a functional knife. Iβve complained about it enough that Iβm sure youβre all convinced I still hate it and honestly, I think I was convinced too. After it broke though, I found myself unexpectedly upset. It was likeβ¦ I was grieving.
I think I understand a little better now what it means to choose your time to die. My great-aunt chose her time and her legacy left behind a weapon unlike any other we have on our land. One that is equal to these inhuman things. My great-aunt died fighting and now itβs like sheβs still fighting, her wrath bound in every fiber of the sinew of her heart muscles that bind the blade to the hilt.
When it broke, it felt like Iβd lost her all over again.
There was nothing that could be done, though. The bone hilt was split in two and even if I wrapped it with metal, it was irrevocably weakened. I unwound the sinew and rebound it to a length of wood that I cut and shaved into a rough handle. It wasnβt the same, but it would have to do. Wasnβt the blade the important part, after all?
No. It wasnβt that simple.
I was optimist
... keep reading on reddit β‘[Chapter 1] ; [Previous Chapter] ; [Wiki]
In case you missed it, you might also want to check out the series' new short
I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 11
βSomeone who claims to be my sister; Whatβs that supposed to mean?β James asked into the silence of the room.
On him were the very curious eyes of his three friends, all of whom were apparently exceedingly interested in his conversation.
The Operator on the other end of the line seemed to be at a loss for words.
βWell, she says thatβs who she is, but I donβtβ¦β they said, trailing off there, apparently not quite knowing how to convey the reason for their doubts.
Funnily enough, it was that exact awkward hesitation, that made it click for James.
βAh, I get it,β he said amusedly, chuckling to himself a bit. βItβs all right. She is who she says she is. Iβll talk to her.β
βAnd how exactly are you going to do that?β Shida suddenly commented from across the room, making James look up.
He looked at her inquisitively, to which she casually lifted one arm and pointed at the tarp still taped over his desk, a sly look on her face.
Right, that was a thing.
βActually, Iβll have to call her back,β James quickly corrected himself to the Operator. βCould you tell her that Iβll get back to her as soon as I can?β
The Operator, who was apparently just glad that they wouldnβt have to deal with an incident of mistaken identity, gleefully answered,
βSure thing, Iβll let her know.β
And with that, they hung up.
James looked at the device in his hand for a moment.
βSo, you have a sister, huh?β Shida piped up again, after James said nothing for a while. βHow come youβve never told me?β
James laughed out loud at that, and asked,
βWould you believe me if I told you itβs a long story?β
He had to cut their get-together short after that. Or, more precisely, they had to move it.
His original plan was to take the call in his laboratory, where the terminal was still perfectly functional. But Shida, whose cabin was by far the closest to his, offered to let him take it there instead.
And since apparently none of his friends wanted to miss the chance to get a look at someone from Jamesβ family, everyone was comi
... keep reading on reddit β‘The room was softly lit, with pastel colors that were soothing on the walls, posters reminding people that it was all right to feel things, even anger, at the things that have happened in their lives. There was a circle in the middle of the room, fourteen in all. There were Telkan there from all walks of life. Males, females, from barely adults to older Telkan who's fur was mostly silver.
"...the worst wasn't being behind the walls, wasn't being inside the above ground shelter," a female Telkan was saying, looking down and wringing her hands. "I volunteered to help in the medical center," she shuddered. "The Terrans, the Treana'ad, the Mantid, the others, would come in, bleeding everywhere, some of them screaming."
She looked up, her face wet with tears. "Some nights, all I can think of is one of the Terrans. A female, probably younger than me. She'd been pulled off the wall, almost torn apart by the Dwellerspawn," she looked back down. "Her SUDS was damaged. The doctor had put a red holotag on her, given her painkillers, and moved on. I was standing there crying, overcome with everything, everything happening when she opened her eyes."
She looked up, looking at the female Telkan dressed entirely in black. "She opened her eyes, reached out and touched my arm, and whispered at me not to cry. Told me that it would all be all right. Told me that though she had fallen, she would live on. She was praying when she died. All I could do was hold her bloody hand and pray with her while she died."
"I remember her. I can't help it. I looked it up, her SUDS was too damaged, the backup copies had been damaged at some point," the Telkan woman looked up. "I dream of her, and I worry that I wasn't, I don't know, maybe that I'm not good enough, that her life was wasted. That she had given her life for us and I'm a disappointment who still has nightmares."
She let go of the decorated wood, handing it to the female Telkan in black.
The female in black nodded slowly. "You were there," she said, her voice soft. "Humans fear dying alone. They draw comfort from having another there as they die," she looked around. "It is not like when the Overseers were here. Terrans gather together when someone dies. They hav
... keep reading on reddit β‘The Atrekna rallied, quickly, only a few seconds were they stunned and unable to react.
That was enough for the Confederate firepower to kill a fifth of them.
The Atrekna had taken massive casualties, half of their force was gone. The War Machines had arrived, but the feral ships were already engaging, forcing the War Machines to slow down, defend themselves, expend resources to keeping the feral ships from destroying them within minutes.
The remaining ones rebound into new Quorums and Conclaves, bringing up psychic defenses, bringing up protections, attempting to shift themselves slightly out of phase by a microsecond.
All they got was the face of a multitude of Mantid green savant servitor heads, all laughing at them.
Something had happened. Time had been damaged. It had run forward and backwards and frozen all at the same time the ripples from the orbital shot had caused time to go crazy for nearly three whole seconds, chopping those seconds up and the pieces running forward and backwards, slower and faster, but still exiting the other side with the same amount of time having passed.
The Atrekna couldn't reach forward, couldn't reach back, couldn't reach sideways.
With horror, they realized some very basic facts very quickly.
The slavespawn they had was all they were going to have.
The resources they had in their possession were all they were going to have.
The War Machines were all they were going to have.
But finally, and worse...
They couldn't get away.
Which left only two options.
Victory.
Or Death.
And they were determined to achieve victory.
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"Podnaughts have reached 90% deployment," Ensign Shugruth said. "Targeting solutions firm and in red zone. Warboi hash stable, optimum cooking and baking time has been achieved," the Kobold continued. "Temporal lensing has compensated for planetary distortion. Capital weapon systems are at max capacity."
Admiral Shtuklar nodded, splitting his attention between three holotanks. One showing the status and positions of his own fleet, the second showing the same for Bogey Alpha, the third showing the entire system with layer annotations.
He could see the shockwaves across the temporal zones from the pl
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