I’ve been kinda worried about this (before I get into it I swear I’m not trying to gloat about this or anything)
So I was bored and already have a ticket for a seat in the middle of the ampitheatre (Charlotte, NC) so I went onto the ticket site to see how much ticket prices are now.
I saw that the front most section had no blue circles for seats, only a few scattered red resale ones. Until I saw there was a seat for sustantially less so I snagged it up, only problem is that the seat itself wasn’t circled in blue, it was greyed out as unavailable.
I’m not sure if TicketMaster may have double booked the seat or might pull a “voided” ticket sooner than later. It all just seems so suspicious to me, maybe I lucked out? Maybe it was a glitch?

My mess takes place in CA, a 50/50 no-fault state. I filed for divorce in February. Today I finally received his complete schedule of assets and debts, months late. He's delayed every part of this process. He filed his response on the last possible day after spending spent weeks harassing me to do it for him. My attorney and I immediately noticed that he left out several asset accounts so we repeatedly requested the information. He kept promising he would give us the information but never did. My attorney then began to "threaten" discovery, stbx agreed to cooperate but, of course, never did. Then he agreed to mediation, rescheduled, completely backed out, agreed again, backed out again, lied about retaining an attorney, eventually actually retained an attorney, and then lied about everyone's contact information. I'm exhausted and racking up legal fees.
Now, he's falsely claiming that I own some really expensive items. Some items are gross exaggerations of things I own (ie: listing a crystal and silver necklace retailing for $100 as a white gold and diamond necklace with a current market value of $1000), a few items just flat out don't and have never exsisted, and a couple items were sold years ago. He also neglected to list most of his jewelry, claimed his credit card is mine, claimed he owned things before the marriage that were actually purchased during the marriage, and claimed I have life insurance with a cash value that flat out doesn't and has never existed.
I have physical proof, receipts, and statements to dispute most of this and I think I'll just need to get appraisals for the rest but, has anyone else dealt with lies and delays like this or similar? How did everything shake out? I really don't see the point of all the these delays and lies other than to pour salt in my wounds. He knows I have records and receipts for pretty much everything for claims after PCS moves and insurance purposes.
I feel like there should be some sort of consequences for at least lying on his disclosures, but he's always gotten away with this sort of behavior. He's active duty and any other time he's had a brush with the law, he faced no consequences because of the "appreciation of his service." He regularly lies and exaggerates and believes everyone else does as well. He will insist that the sky is green until he's blue in the face, and plays dumb to avoid the even thr smallest of responsibilities. I know to expect more problems, but it worries me that I don't know what other problems are possible. At least there are no children.
I feel like I'm drowning over here. I was doing pretty good, all things considered, but today feels like 5 steps backwards. All I want is freedom, but I can't even move out because he's destroying the house that we need to sell, and I'm dead broke. He refuses to do anything besides sit in his neckbeard nest, drink, game, and watch porn or anime while I repeatedly injure myself trying to take care of the property and sort through our belongings. He's was abusive in all forms throughout our long-term marriage, and has npd/bpd, alcohol dependence, anger control issues, and is a self-declared "difficult person" with his own private definitions of everyday words. Can anyone relate?

Whenever I leave my laptop on idle, I'm expecting that BlueStacks will continuously run without any disconnections. I'm already sick and tired of doing some work-arounds to solve my issue. Key things on the issue + my device setup: - I'm using BlueStacks 5 (version 5.11.100.1063 P64); which is a Pie 64-bit; also here's my high-performance settings
- I'm using my laptop; attached are my specs; and OS build - Also included my Power Options; set to high performance in windows 10 - I already tried playing some non-stop music videos in YouTube to make sure that my internet has no issue (around 3hrs worth of video or longer) - Also using automated speedtests using this web app - https://testmy.net/auto; running every 15mins for x40 times; download and upload sizes are 15mb respectively
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Tldr: This rework makes no goddamn sense. Issues with it were left unaddressed and they just did random nonsense to act like they're putting in even a smidgen of effort here.
I woke up today to my friend telling me to look at the warriors den today. Didn't tell me why, so I did! The changes made range between meh to actually fucking asinine and they addressed essentially none of what the community has been going on about, but that's for someone else to talk about. So I continue and- OHMAGAHD, Lawbringer rework part 2! That one character I had 24 reps on and apparently has had a rework that was kinda busted! This is their chance to do some changes, make it better!
Boy. Oh. Fucking. Boy. I was wrong.
What I hoped to see:
A compromise for a double light chain rather than single or triple light: One light is just a snooze fest of sitting there and throwing another heavy to feint for another light on repeat if you want another one or throwing one every one-and-a-half seconds. Triple chain light? Boring uninspired lightspam fest.double light chain doesn't just encourage the same move over and over and OVER and OVER, but allows him to access his finishers. Same as other characters.
Hyper armor on side heavy finishers to be addressed or left alone: Maybe decrease the trajectories, remove the armor, hell- even slow it to match the top heavy! I don't care. But keep hyperarmor on top heavy cuz frankly, it fucking needs it. It's slow enough to be light interrupted and soft feint to GB DOESN'T FUCKING WORK anymore because of the dodge attack input changes allowing to fly after 200 ms and making them near invulnerable unless you get it pitch-goddamn-perfect.
Faintable bash:.... I dunno who on this many thousands of kilometers of rocks, water, and shitstains asked for this, but I'd say a large portion of the community definitely asked to see it done away with. Didn't need to happen, Shouldn't have happened, anyone who did should go back to conq, we want it back to normal shove.
Roll catcher:..... Do I have to spell this one out? It's pretty self explanatory, and it's also missing.
Impale to be left as it is now: I was originally extremely iffy on, but upon using it in testing grounds, it actually made a decent amount of sense and could act as a way to access chains while pulling of a decent amount of damage in the write position.
So with all that said... What did we get?
Damage has been neutered severely: Eh, saw it coming. It was necessary after all.
Triple light chain still there: Well fuck. Eh whatever, I'll just have to work hard to justify it.
Feintable bash is still here but with a smoothed out animation: Oooooh god dammit, that's still not good. WELP, that's somethin I'm just gonna have to put up with. Guess I'm a Bonqueror now! Haaa, what fun.
All finishers no longer have hyperarmor:...... Wait, as in, I can get light interrupted outa top heavy again?! OH GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. ONE FUCKING JOB. THEY HAD ONE. SINGULAR. FUCKING. JOB. WHY?! THEY HAD THE SHIT RIGHT! AND AS SAID BEFORE, NO POINT IN SOFT FEINT TO GB CUZ DODGE ATTACK OUTDOES IT! UUUGH, FUCKIN HELL, MOVING OOON.
GB back throw goes half the distance:........... .... ..... What? But... Why? I-.... Okay.
Impale only works on light parry:............. I'm sorry, did I snort some of the shit from Shaolin's divine coke stash? Or did they? I really hope I did and I just read that wron- Oh my FUCKING god I reddit right, UBI?! WHY THE ACTUAL FUCK? YOU JUST GOT RID OF ITS ONE FUCKING USE! WHY THE ACTUAL HELL WOULD I USE THIS THING FOR ANY REASON WHEN TOP HEAVY CAN DO IT FOR MORE PAYOFF!? 25+4 ALOMG WITH CHAIN INTO ANOTHER HEAVY. THERES NO POINT!
AND I DON'T WANNA HEAR A SINGULAR SENTENCE ABOUT A HEAVY PUNISH FOR A HEAVY PARRY BEING TO STRONG SINCE YA PEOPLE ARE FINE WITH IT ON WARMONGER AND AFEERA WHO CAN DO 30 OR 43 BY WALLSPLATTING OFF HEAVY PARRY. THIS?! 26. ASS. SIMPLY ASS.
I'm done. I've said what I wanted to say. Im gonna play current Lawbringer while I still can. This shit is heinous, and I'm not here for it. I'll be doing the fat man full time when this circus act launches.

Let's go on a textual adventure were I reveal a bit of me and you sit back and relax. I've got Taylor Swift's Lavender Haze playing and it's your time to feel good in your skin with me.
As a writer I've been stumped for a week but I think I put something good together to start things off, so I hope you enjoy my poem, Just:
Just a glimpse, just taste Sample me with that fever Sample me with that forever Just a glimpse, just taste Got to lock me up cause I can't get enough Can't stand it, this goes down deep, way too real, way too much for me Just a little bit drives my heart crazy You got me forgetting what drugs are You're pure stardust and I'd snort you like concaine, so insane Lock me up cause I can't get enough Sample me with that fever Sample me with that forever Nothing compares no, nothing Do we stop before we get started? We're both open for it, but I don't know Am I prepared for winter Can I be your soldier Am I gonna wanna quit you, but fight myself cause I can't It's always messy when I get involved Is this something more evolved Cause Ive only had a taste and it hints at yes Beyond compare And oh so rare What's enough for a love junkie Could you hold me down when I'm a wreck Can we keep it on track and stack all this potential to something real Truthfully I'm already addicted to the dream of it It's in your eyes And all it took was a kiss .............
My favorite childhood memory in America was walking around the mall with my single mother and spotting at the center kiosk a bunch of Pickachu stuff animals as big as me and my mother buying me one. Do you remember the early 2000s and collecting Pokémon cards?
I don't know if I shouldn't have but now I have a collection of faces of people I like that I've met on reddit. Funny how things change as you get older...
But I still love cotton candy all the same...
You know I don't think it has to be so hard. If you're struggling and reading this, you know you're ahead of the curveball right? Everything you survived made you stronger and more deserving of love, so please try not to have regrets. You're going to remember your mistakes and that shit hurts, but never stop loving yourself. No, never. The world is already harsh, so don't go being your worst critic anymore. It's cliche, but true, who can love you if you don't love yourself...
We're strangers, but don't have to stay strangers. Hi, I'm Rin or Rinnie. I'm kind of awkward at first, but so sweet, I think you're going to.want to hold on. Im Black and Taiwanese. There's internal debate if I'm curvy or built like a football player (quarterback). Either way I'm strong and definitely up to helping you move anytime, all I ask is some pizza in return. I'm currently sporting electric blue hair, but blue is not my favorite color. I don't have a favorite color, lol. Oh I'm not straight, I'd give everyone over 21 a chance. Politics Smolitics. You believe in equal rights. Abortion clinics. Feminism. BLM. Global Warming. Then we'd get along...
So the elephant in the room, lol, my last post went kinda viral or at least was awarded and I received more messages then I could go through. Like the problem was my reddit updated and I missed like 300 messages a week after the fact. I'm incredibly thankful and grateful, and happy so many people reached out, but because I was late some people deleted their account or something before I could respond. And still as you know the nature of this, people come and go even if I reached them, and that part sucks. But the beginning is always fun and beautiful...
Kind of a contradiction though right. 4 years and I'm still at this, but I'm saying if you're the right potential friend or lover, you ain't going to want to let go? Someone told me maybe the one for me just hasn't used reddit yet which reminds me of this movie TiME, about that concept...
Who knows maybe I'm best kept as a fairytale or a dream girl. So far I've been too far to commit to or too poor. And that's just the truth of the matter. I'm disabled and if we were to meet up, you'd likely have to buy the place ticket
🤷‍♀️ Feels really weird to say that on a post, but mine as well get that out of the way...
Because of that difficulty I'm more so looking for long distant friends to message, definitely voice chat, and why not video...
If you really wanna try love, I need to be comfortable too... I'm low maintenance, don't wear make up, dress in leggings allll the time. I basically dress like I'm ready to work out whenever 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️...
And that's all I actually do besides sleeping, and I'm maintaining my weight. All 230 pounds of me...
I probably shouldn't say this, but I gladly be a criminal and go to jail if I get to murder pedophiles. Then I'd never be bored. Be so cool if that's I'll I did cause they shouldn't get to breathe, don't you agree? So this when I reveal I'm an atheist cause he'll is too good for them. They'd still exist 🤡
Anyway is covid over? Do you still wear a mask when you go out? If you read this far let's be shallow and include your height in your message 😂
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I've been playing guitar for years now, and while I've gotten pretty good at the "playing" part, I still seem to struggle with the other parts of having an instrument like maintenance, setup, even string changes. I'm not the handiest.
So I recently got a PRS Custom 24. Absolutely LOVE this guitar. It came to me fully set up, and I could spend all day long doing Gilmour style double bends and it stayed perfectly in tune. Nothing I did pulled it out of tune, from fast metal thrashing to big bends, I felt like I could throw it down the stairs and it would stay in tune. Then I changed my strings. Now I play on it for just a short time and it goes off, forget about bending.
Playing those Gilmour bends is proof enough to me that the problem isn't the guitar, it is either the strings or more likely it's me. I have no idea what was on the guitar when I got it, but I put on D'Addario XL light. I put through the tuning peg, wind it a full turn around, and cut the ends. I tried stretching the strings as I see advised, maybe a bit better but still it isn't like it was when I got it. What could I be doing wrong here? How can I get it back to holding tune like it was at first?

I’ve been playing drums for about 6 months, and I’m just getting into double kick. For reference of my current ability, I can play Metallica “One” without much trouble, and A7X “Nightmare” is just beyond what I can do. What would be some more good metal songs to help expand my double kick skills? Thanks!

The Battle You Can Never Win
Years ago, aboard a poorly maintained ship, in a dimly lit cargo hold with stained mats haphazardly thrown on the ground, a young girl glared at the old man before her. Her breath came in ragged heaves, her clothes were stained with sweat, and her exposed skin was covered in welts from the older mans bamboo blade. She was on the ground while the man was standing up straight, his breathing only slightly faster than normal but otherwise gave no hint that only moments before he had been swinging his practice sword like a demented blender.
The girl tried to stand but instead fell back down. “Why, the fuck are you making me do all this.” She growled at the man. Earning her a quick smack to the side for her foul mouth and impertinence. “Fuck!” she cursed, earning another strike in the process.
She continued to glare at the old bastard, most people usually flinched under her hateful glare. Especially the weak prey-like Xenos, they always coward at her wrath. But the old bastard didn’t. He just watched her with a calm and patient gaze.
The man was silent for a while before he sighed and looked to the pipes and looses wires along the ceiling. “You ask why I make you train? Why I push you unlike all the others? The better question is why you resist my teaching?” he looked down at her again. “You are taller than most men, you are naturally stronger than a girl has any right to be, and your fire is enough to melt iron. And yet you resist my attempts to polish those advantages. By all rights you should seek every chance to better yourself. And yet you don’t.”
“What’s the fuckin point? Like you said, I’m strong, and being already human makes me faster and tougher than everything out there. So what’s the point in training with stupid swords?”
He frowned, but didn’t strike her again for her foul mouth. “You are stronger than most creatures in this galaxy. But not all. The Kaydic are as strong as a grizzly, and if they get a good charge going they can pass through brick walls like they were wet paper. The Balikstro are faster on four legs than we can ever be on two. Any Uplifted Mammaloid could easily disembowel you with a careless swipe. And that isn’t mentioning the true monsters out there like the Aunviry.”
“Okay, yeah they’re all better. So what’s the point in training if they’re always going to be better than me? I’m only human.” She whined as she felt the growing bruise on her side.
“Because you don’t train for the battle that you can win, but for the battle that you’ll always lose. Because on those days the only thing that will keep you alive is training, good reflexes, and hardened combat experience. They are how you will win the battle you can never win.”
“That doesn’t make sense old man.” The girl snarked.
The air cracked, a brown sword blurred, and the girl let out a yelp as her ass was struck by a Shinai.
The old man who decided to be her mentor continued. “And the only way you get there is by training every day until your hands bleed and your legs give out.”
The girl glared at the old man, but she saw the sense in the words. Even if she hated the old man and his stupid sword. “Fine, but can we call it here. I have a cargo shift tomorrow.”
He looked down at her hands a tilted his head. “Your hands aren’t bleeding yet.” He said blandly as if remarking on the weather.
Daisey groaned, but got up anyways.
The old bastard Mizuno really did make her work until her hands began to bleed before letting her crawl off to her hammock in the sweltering space above the engine bay. She only got a few hours of sleep before the ship docked with the pirate capital and she had to spend the next ten hours moving cargo off the Black Saint.
And after that, when she had finally gotten to sit for a few minutes Mizuno found her and dragged her back to his ‘dojo’ for another round.
She had hated it at the time. Hated him. Hated the shitty rusty ship. Hated almost everyone one onboard. And hated those stupid bamboo swords.
But in time the pain paid off, and those skills that had been beaten into her the hard way saved her life when Greyson’s crazy bitch of a lieutenant tried to kill Daisey in some back alley on Parox. And later those same skills allowed her to best the men she had eventually called Sensei instead of Bastard.
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It was strange to feel nostalgic for a time where everything sucked, and you hated everyone around you. But fighting Zera again brought back those bittersweet memories. She had hated Mizuno so much back then, but the man who had decided to mentor her eventually became one of the most influential figures in her life. Aster may hate her father and everything about him, but she couldn’t ever hate the heritage he had unwittingly tied her too. Because it was the same culture Mizuno had loved with all his heart. Warts and all.
Zera fought like a deranged beast. Slashing and stabbing with wild abandon. But while she had received some training to polish out her blind aggression, she never took Mizuno’s philosophy to heart. Greyson had ordered Mizuno to share his teaching with Zera just like he did with Daisey. But where Daisey, now Astarte, had accepted his ideas of training for the battle you’ll always lose top heart.
Zera hadn’t.
Zera learned how to cut better and how to save her strength. But once she had learned that she used her strength and youth to overpower Mizuno-sensei in sparring matches. While Daisey had restrained her own strength where she could so as to better learn Mizuno’s skill and techniques.
Even when after she had fought off Zera and took her spot as Greyson’s right hand she still trained until her hands bled. Even when she left the Terran Pirates and drifted around with her mother she trained. And when she met Karega and got a ship of her own she continued to train for the battle she would never win.
It was that mindset that let her finally surpass her old mentor during their final battle on the central Temple of Temple city. The very same mindset that let her match blows with a vile abomination like Kazlum and his brood. A literal battle she had no right ever winning. And it was the same teachings that she would use to beat this cyborg blast from the past.
Zera’s metal exterior was too tough for Astarte to cut. And it was highly unlikely that Astarte would ever exhaust her. But while she failed to land any actual wounds on her opponent, Zera the Butcher couldn’t land any on Astarte.
Zera aimed her mantis like blades at the kinks in Aster’s armor, but Aster’s reflexes and agility was enough to dodge and deflect Zera’s attacks.
But time was not on her side in this fight. Human endurance was legendary and superior to anything any other biological species could replicate. But no amount of sweat or anaerobic exertion would ever match the ceaseless movements of a machine.
Zera also had plenty of tricks hidden within her robotic limbs. The extra power in her legs had nearly bowled Astarte over when she triggered it as their blades were crossed. A third use had allowed her to dart to Astarte’s and strike at her thigh. Zera had found a kink in her armor, but a single step back had spared Astarte from any real damage.
Her leg felt warm and sticky as blood trailed down. But it was only a flesh wound and nothing that would hinder her mobility.
That attack had finally allowed Astarte to see exactly how Zera kept leaping forward. Somehow she was building up energy in her leg which could be released. A joint opened around where a bulging calf should have been and allowed her to double the length of her leg and gave her explosive forward momentum when used right. In the heat of battle Astarte couldn’t make heads or tails of the mechanism, she saw wires, tubes, and what looked like a hydraulic valve thing. She didn’t need to understand it at the moment though, right now knowing there was a way past the tough metal shell and into some more vulnerable internals was all that mattered.
The assassins’ arms also had a similar ability. But instead of explosively doubling the length of her arm Zera could have curved blade on her forearm launch forward in a powerful stabbing motion. Astarte dodged one of those attacks and saw the blade punch through the concrete of a nearby building. Zera had been stuck in the wall for only a second as she used the leg extension to pull her out and launch her back into melee with Astarte.
Zera also had a wider range of motion than Astarte was used to seeing in a human shoulder joint. When Astarte had rolled under a swing and came up for a slash at her exposed back the other arm was capable of swinging a full 180° backwards and deflecting her blow.
The way the arm had rotated in the joint had unnerved Astarte. She would have shivered in horror if had been given a moment to do so.
Those tricks had surprised Astarte the first time she saw them. And only quick thinking kept her alive. But once she saw them, she was capable of accounting for them and making her plans around them. She had fought enough alien opponents to know how to compensate for strange physiologies. The Aunviry for example had been far stranger to deal with than this borged-out human woman.
Sparks rang from their clashes and Astarte began to look for any more surprises. But as the fight stretched on Astarte began to suspect that Zera had already played her hand. And if she was reserving something then it was probably something she could only do once. With the factors accounted for, Astarte began to plan her actual counterattack, no more probing.
She couldn’t do much about the powerful arm attacks besides dodge, and couldn’t hope her armor could take the hit. The legs presented a weak point, but not one easy to get at. She would have to bait Zera into a launching attack and then sidestep fast enough to stab into her leg. A risky maneuver.
She thought about the full rotational ability in the arm joint. She didn’t know much about engineering, but she remembered some of Alwen’s lectures on the shoulder joint area after the Battle for the Confederacy. Alwen had to reset several bones in that region and she had taken the time to explain everything instead of just doing it. It was a complicated joint, and already prone to coming out of its socket. Did enhancing that range of motion come with any added structural weakness?
It was an idea.
As the fight drew on Astarte began to feel Zera speed up as her strikes became more and more sure. Astarte realized there was another blatant weakness that Zera had carried with her from the days she was fully human. Her mind.
Zera had a mercurial temper, plenty of triggers, and was highly unstable. And Astarte knew how to use all that to her advantage.
“You wanna know the funny part.” Astarte said in between blows. “Greyson didn’t even care that you were gone.” She taunted in between breaths. There was a reason most real combat didn’t have witty banter or heart felt speeches between foes. Every breath counted and wasting it on speaking was stupid. But she judged it to be worth the effort.
“Didn’t even question me about. Just said ‘Zera’s gone, now you will guard my back’” Astarte teased. “Then not even a week later I was second in command and got to sleep in his comfy bed.” She gave Zera a sloppy self-satisfied grin.
In reality Daisey hadn’t wanted to be Greyson’s guard, nor sleep in the same bed as a forty something man with the reputation for fucking anything with a hole and a heart beat. But she had little choice in the matter if she wanted to stay alive and keep working with the Terran Pirates.
The assassin’s eyes flared “And then you killed him like the deceptive whore you are!” she roared with another predicable jab.
“Of course I did, I refused to be the latest women he ruined and dumped into the gutter.” Astarte countered as she side stepped the blow. She was really glad Mizuno-sensei drilled her foot work so often, it was paying dividends at the moment. “Face it, your days were numbered. If it wasn’t me it would have been him.”
“LIAR!” Zera roared as she overextended again.
It didn’t offer Astarte the opening she looking for, so instead she went for a different sort of weak point. No matter how much her body changed there was one place that had to stay mostly organic.
No one fucked with the brain, not the Toy man, not the Union, and not the people who rebuilt Zera. It was too delicate to touch and far too complex. Just wiring in an advanced cybernetic eyeball to the optic nerve had caused a knock-on effect in Astarte’s head. And that was just a peripheral change.
The hilt of Tenken rammed into Zera’s face, smacking the same place she had dented earlier. There was a thud, like the sound of a dropped metal can, and then the sound of shattering glass. Zera stumbled back and put a hand up to her face where Astarte’s strike had warped the metal enough to loosen up her left eye out of its artificial eye socket. The eye had fallen and shattered at Astarte’s feet, and it now leaked a white fluid.
Zera looked up and Astarte saw the strange deformed metal plate of her face all scrunched up on one side. Half her lip was pulled up in a permanent smile while the more mobile part of her face scowled. She charged right back at Astarte and her right arm splint down the middle, Astarte saw the prongs of a stun weapon race towards her just as the other arm came up for a slash at her face. Astarte stood her ground, took the prongs, and lifted arm to intercept the blade.
The electricity didn’t feel like waves of fire like she had expected, but instead like all her muscles just got pulled at once. She felt her knees go weak as they wanted to buckle. But she gritted her teeth, remained on her feet, and took the pain. This was nothing compared to when she caught in that Egh’ahd sneak attack, nor when she fought Kazlum and had been bitch slapped across a whole room. This was a pain she could handle.
And compared to the electricity coursing through he the Mantis blade in her arm was nothing.
With one arm occupied in tasing her, and the other wedged into the bone of her forearm Astarte knew she wouldn’t get another chance like this. She grabbed the bladed arm with her other hand and with a twist of her hips, threw the Cyborg over her shoulder.
The assassin hit the ground with a thud and Astarte moved foot on her back.
The blade in her arm cut back upwards, got caught in the plates of her arm guard, and snapped off by the hinge. The pain in the arm grew too much to bear so she let that arm fall limp as her other arm held onto the assassin now beneath her feet and pulled. Zera let out a scream that hit the far range of human vocal cords and dipped into a sound only possible in dogs, dolphins, and machines. It even began to stutter like a corrupted audio file.
Even her voice was fake.
Then there was a pop and rip, and the arm came clean off.
Astarte stood there holding the still clothed arm in her hands as white fluids leaked out of the cyborgs open joint. Astarte glanced to the fake arm in her hands then down to the struggling cyborg, and with little hesitation lifted the arm and proceeded to beat the womans head in with her own arm.
Or she would have if a heavily distorted voice hadn’t interrupted her bludgeoning.
“FREEZE!”
Astarte turned to stare at the cloaked black figure of the Arbiter aiming a pulse rifle right at her.
Astarte then raised her hands above her head, still holding the prosthetic arm. “It was self defense” Astarte said to the unwavering gaze of the Arbiter. A flicker of her eye into the Ultraviolet showed the scowling face of a much-recovered Rachel glaring at both of them.
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Let me first say that I understand games change and evolve over time, ideals and visions for said game can change. If that truly is all there is to it, I get it. My question being though is why couldn’t we keep old for honor where things were much slower? The stare at each other meta was bad even I can agree with that. I just think it could’ve been handled a little differently instead of full sail into the abyss of attack attack attack and defense is mostly just an after thought. Couldn’t we have just standardized having opener lights be completely unreactable and opener bashes be big mix up tools (like what the future TG changes coming).
My main concern is just that every character starts to feel the same. It can all be boiled down to just a standard orange/ blue mix up, Or orange feint GB that leads immediately into another and you just vortex someone to death. While each character has a different “orange” move, it still feels like MOST characters are the same in what they do. For example. Afeera feels like a copy paste Shinobi, Both play extremely similar and have very similar movesets. Kyoshin feels a lot like BP for similar reasons, etc.
The character just feel a lot like eachother and I struggle to really pick out key differences in characters. Yes their are some big obvious ones like BP can flip, Highlander has a different stance that plays very different (even though maintaining that stance is pretty laughable). To circle back to my point of earlier for honor, if everyone did have a standardized opener that wasn’t able to be stared at and reacted to, you could then do many different things for each character knowing they have a way to be people staring and you can do a wide variety of things without resorting to “ok well this character needs to have an unblockable and it needs to be feintable or have an undodgeable counter part that just loops back into itself”
I’ve just been thinking about this a lot and idk if I’m missing something or if simply just is the devs wanting for honor to be a different kind of game then it once was. P.S if any dev actually sees this, are new maps gone forever? Can existing maps be repurposed into other game modes, it’s just another reason where for honor just feels more stale and the same with every play session.

American SF Giants fan coming in peace! I see my faves Gausy, Belt, and Chapman are being treated well and it warms my heart <3
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My SO and I will be visiting Giants v. Blue Jays later this month and would absolutely love some tips on:

• Where to sit
  • While we don't want to break the bank, this could be a once-in-a-lifetime trip for us to see these rosters face each other and I am VERY excited
• What to eat
• What to know before going to the game
  • i.e., We do NOT do the wave at Oracle Park!
• What else to do in Toronto!

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I see these types of posts periodically on r /SFGiants, so I'm guessing I'm not the first one to post here; however, I scrolled a bit and didn't see any recently. We greatly appreciate anyone's advice! I've been dreaming of going to Canada since the 2010 Olympics and we are super stoked. I'd planned to go for spring break 2020, but as you can guess, that sadly did not happen. I'm really excited to see these guys play each other. Thanks in advance! <3

Hey guys my names Brandon and I’m struggling to find housing was wondering if anyone would be down to look together for a double room or if anyone had an open spot available, a few things about myself, I’m very organized and like to play video games and listen to music. I’m a AGPM major and always looking for new people to meet, please lmk if you know anything thank you!

I'm on Pokémon Yellow and not sure if I'm doing the glitch correctly. Go to Safar Zone Area 2 for Kangaskhan/ScythePinsir, time out, exit building, fly to Cinnabar Island, Surf on the east shore tiles. I've been going up and down for multiple minutes and nothing. What's the problem?
Also planning to do the Mew 8F but not sure if I should follow the Red/Blue guide like Austin John released couple months ago or if its even possible on the Yellow version the exact same way or if there is another way specifically for Yellow. Would LOVE to know ASAP :)

I guess the whole ledger talk can confirm or deny this ?
But personally I more than doubled my ComputerShare holdings this quarter.. in my opinion sentiment has been higher around this subject as well, this quarter we went hard!
Is it possible they performed another rug pull? Why wouldn’t they, it’d be unpredictable to run it again. But if it was major or led to a full pullback that wouldn’t be believeable, it’d have to be close or just barely increase like the first time.
Their only strategy is mind games so we have to think the unpredictable
Yet we still chug on. The power of the community is strong, we are ripping through the available float. Whether or not everyone does it or not the heat lamp is drying the field and someone’s feeling it..
And if it will take years better to it, better yet; this meme will NOT die! This is a play for generational wealth, I don’t have a time frame 🤷‍♂️
Edit: if you search “rugpull” on superstonk several users were onto this idea 2-3 months ago.. one person suggesting last report was already a rugpull, sure whatever. But maybe they’ll try to drop it twice in a row. And wham bam.

My first bout of gamer rage happened when I read a Game Players Magazine review of Sonic 3, where it said "After a disappointing Sonic 2, this one really blasts onto the scene. Detailed modeling and amazing animation make it even better than Sonic CD! Blue lightning strikes!"
Sonic 2 held a lot of sentimental value to me cause my friend and I played it a lot, so I was furious... at Sonic 3 and Sonic CD for apparently being better. XD

I was playing FTB Skies for a few hours. I wanted to check out what one of the other starting islands was like, so I made a new world, checked that island out, and then quit that world. I went to delete it and accidentally deleted my first world in a bout of stupidity.
No biggie, I think, since I hadn't spent too long developing it. I create a new world and go back to the original island type, and give myself some stuff in creative mode to speed up the process of getting back to where I was... but now quests aren't detected as completed. I get the right stuff in my inventory and they don't count.
When I relog into the world, it'll notice the stuff I have in my inventory for a quest. Occasionally if I craft something, it'll notice my quest progress. This issue persists even into a third new world where creative mode was not used at all. Does anyone have any ideas as to what to do here??