2022.01.28 19:41 fiurerv Digimon Rumble Arena 2 Combo Video: Angewomon
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2022.01.28 19:41 CassiopeiaFoon Games like the Blackwell series?
Blackwell series was my first point and click adventure game, I was hoping to find something similar to it. I've played some of the other games by the same maker, but I want to expand a little more. Thanks in advance!
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2022.01.28 19:41 Mr_Peenutbutter Found this at my dad’s old office in his closet, any idea what it is?
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2022.01.28 19:41 xapple23 Volume goes to max every time I connect AirPod Pros to Windows Laptop
Even if my music started out at a different volume before connecting, it changes to max volume right after connecting; how do I avoid this? Is there a setting? Thanks!
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2022.01.28 19:41 0XZ0 Killer 7: does anyone know the name of this song?
2022.01.28 19:41 aripbud They're on to you..
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2022.01.28 19:41 NeonTiger1135 This is everything you need to know about The Seven!
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2022.01.28 19:41 Any_Explanation6954 Does anybody here use an Evertune bridge? I could use some help!
For whatever reason, when I palm mute on my 7th and 8th string, the pitch starts to go down drastically, almost a half step in difference. I'm using a 60 on the 7th and an 80 gauge on the 8th. Tuned to EAEADGBE...my other strings don't seem to have an issue. Has this happened to anyone? I just want to record my music :(
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2022.01.28 19:41 cleo127 erased tattoo!
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2022.01.28 19:41 Sovetika Barbara Palvin - h1742
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2022.01.28 19:41 Bloodytearsofrage My Favorite Human (Part 1 of 2)
It might come as a shock to you to learn that my most favorite Human in all the Galaxy is one I've never actually had sex with.
Now, I hear you doubters out there. "But Captain Hargrenn," you say, "you are not only the most famous Zharg mercenary in the Known Galaxy, but one of the sexiest bitches in the business, too. Surely your interpersonal relationships consist entirely of fucking the people you like and shooting the ones you don't." And to that, I say two things -- yes I am, and learn some nuance. This universe is not one of absolutes, sweetmeats. Despite what video games tell you, life doesn't always cleanly divide into 'things to be fucked' and 'things to be killed'. There's varying shades of apathy between those two.
Not that I'm apathetic about Opie, mind you. Ophelia Walczak is a remarkable person who amazes me almost daily. About half the time in a good way. She's been doing that ever since the day she punched me in the face, nearly twenty years ago.
So, to set the scene for that day, a younger and dumber Hargrenn was sitting in a bar called the Daughters of Kathralin, trying to get drunk and succeeding admirably, trying to get laid and not. It was a spacer bar, but a classy one. By which I mean they only allowed melee weapons inside -- check your guns at the door -- and if you got thrown out, they didn't loot your pockets first. It was owned and operated by three Felra littermates, daughters of the eponymous Kathralin, and each sister was her own flavor of sumptuous centauroid sex bomb. Ellantha had a thing for dressing in bridal gowns all the time, while Ellyndra had this whole naughty-intellectual look going... but I digress.
Ellaltra was running the bar that night, the 'tough-gal' of the three sisters. She was all leather and chains over taut green muscles and four of the most lickable legs I've ever seen. I'd been turning on the charm in an effort to win her over, or at least win her willingness to let me cop a feel. Not that I was having any luck, but I had nothing better to do. See, the Daughters of Kathralin is located on Tlabahaan, the famous moon of the gas giant Stherbaak, and the reason it's famous is because the best commercial combat shipyard in this galactic arm is based there. I'm talking about Pajaharthes and Company. You know, the guys who build the prototypes that every fleet admiral between the Rim and Core jerks off to. And they were building a little something for me at the time -- a gorgeous piece of murderous spacefaring artistry now known as the assault cruiser Harlot's Blade.
Maybe you've heard of it?
Anyway, what I mean is that I was between ships. I'd sold off my old light frigate, the Merry Dirge, to finish paying for the Harlot's construction. That left me with just enough money for booze and hookers and maybe a little food and shelter to fill the time until the Harlot was ready for trials. So I had time on my hands, liquor on my breath, and pussy on my mind. And since I'm always one for one-stop shopping, I'd been hanging around Ellaltra's bar and trying to work the old Hargrenn magic. Unfortunately, seductive charm hadn't worked. Neither had wit, bribery, or simply hiking up my skirt and hoping she'd stumble face-first into my vagina. So, being a tactician of some renown, I changed my approach to impressing her. Since Ellaltra didn't seem particularly ga-ga over my reputation or experiences, I went with the one remaining impressive thing I possessed. My new ship.
"Seriously, sweetheart," I was telling her. "It's gonna be the most badass ride this side of the Core. And not just the weaponry, either. I've picked out this huge extra-plush bed for the Captain's Suite. I'm talking enough room on it for a whole women's tagball team. You know, in case I decide to fuck one. The ceiling-mirrors are imported Krythenian lava-glass, with the frames inlaid with scenes of Kuhrang, the Zharg war goddess, fucking the five goddesses of destiny into submission."
"Your taste is matched only by your charisma," my hot Felra barmaid replied. The way she said it didn't sound exactly like a compliment. But, eh, I had nothing better to do but keep at it. Battlefield experience teaches that sometimes, continually-applied pressure can crack a defense entirely unexpectedly.
"And the engines!" I burbled on. "Four big old Steldni Industries Mark 36s, with Aarthok Golden Predator drive cores. The best and most powerful cutting-edge--"
I heard a snort from off to my right. The kind of snort that says, no matter language or species, that the person who snorted believes they have just heard something which they find to be sincerely fucking stupid. Naturally, I could not let such a snort be uttered at me without challenge.
"Did I just hear an opinion?" I asked, turning to look at whoever had just decided that their day wouldn't be complete without an ass-kicking.
The person who had so unwisely snorted at me was a Human. I'd seen her in the bar a few times before, but written her off as 'not my type'. Too moody and morose. She was tall for a Human, only a few inches shorter than me, but built so thick-boned and heavy-framed that she seemed almost squat. She was paler than most Humans, with blondish hair bound back in a single long braid and cold, gloomy blue eyes. She was wearing a dirty and faded red-and-white sweatshirt that said 'Czernobog Institute of Technology' and bore an image of an armored Human soldier with wings riding some kind of quadruped, over faded stretch-pants and some frankly hideous old workboots.
"Did you just give an unrequested opinion?" I demanded, glaring at her.
"No," the Human said, staring into her empty cup. "I just gave you some unrequested derision." She turned to look at me, about as unsteady as I was. "My unrequested opinion would be that the Aarthok Golden Predator is over-hyped shit. Aarthok Consolidated spent more money marketing that piece of junk to gullible dumbasses than they did developing it. They call it cutting-edge, but it's really just a retread of their discredited Ultraboost II with some sparkly add-ons and a slick ad campaign. Only a complete halfwit with zero engineering knowledge would spec that shit for a serious combat starship."
"Hey!" I snarled. "I'm the one who specified that!"
The Human set her glass back on the bar and motioned for Ellaltra to refill it. "As I said," she chuckled.
"And just who the hells are you to be talking shit like that?" I demanded.
She gave that infuriating snort again. "An engineer, and a damn good one. Unlike you, apparently."
I drew myself up and tried to put on a proper military bearing. Not as easy as it sounds when the walls and floor keep wavering. "I'll have you know that I'm the most in-demand private military contractor in this galactic arm!"
The woman eyed me up and down, and not in the way I like. "Kind of impressive, if true," she sneered. "But still not an engineering degree, furball." She turned back to her drink. "Tell you what. Don't try to tell me that flashy, over-hyped shit is quality machinery and I won't tell you how to break heads, or whatever the fuck it is you do."
Looking back on it, it's obvious that the smart-mouthed bitch with the big hips and crappy wardrobe was actually right. No, I did not have much real engineering knowledge and yes, I had chosen Golden Predator drive cores based mostly off of advertisements with catchy slogans and half-naked spokesbabes. But at that moment I was drunk and horny and frustrated, which is a recipe for shitty decision-making if there ever was one. It suddenly occurred to me that here would be a chance to impress Ellaltra and her leather-bound tits of glory. I would demonstrate my prowess and defend my honor by putting this insolent engineer in her place. Ellaltra would get so aroused by my awesomeness that her panties would break the sound barrier on their way to the floor.
Hey, it could've happened.
"I don't care for your tone, Human," I declared, all haughty and stiff like one of those asshole aristocrats I sometimes worked for.
"I don't care for your ignorance, pom, so I guess we're even," the Human shot right back. 'Pom' is a nickname Humans use for us Zhargs. Supposedly, we resemble some animal from their homeworld called a 'pomeranian', which I'm assuming is a fearsome and majestic apex predator. Whether or not 'pom' is a racial slur is entirely a matter of context. At any rate, I decided to take it as one.
I slid off my stool, fists up and ready to go, only stumbling a little bit. The mouthy Human did the same, the motion making her have to blink several times to focus her eyes on me. I was taller and had longer reach, but she was probably my equal in mass, though it was hard to tell with the unflattering baggy sweatshirt and all. We were also about equal in inebriation, so no advantages there. I heard a few interested mutters from the tables behind us as everyone's attention turned our way, then tense, utter quiet.
That abrupt silence made the Human and I both turn our eyes to Ellaltra, who had drawn a pair of large-bore riot pistols and was pointing them at our heads. "We just replaced the furniture in here," she said, cold as hell's highest glaciers. "So if you must be idiots, be idiots out back." She jerked her head toward the bar's delivery door and the alleyway beyond it.
I like to think that it was a point of respect for my prowess as a combat professional that Ellaltra tracked us with those guns until we were fully out that door. The alternative is that she didn't find me charming or attractive at all and would have welcomed an excuse to shoot me. And I just can't believe that.
As we were going out the back door, a scar-faced Gonhir who'd been sitting against the far wall got up and went out the front. I didn't think much about it at the time.
In 3V movies, alleys are always choked with trash and transients and overflowing waste containers. In fact, alleyways that are used regularly for business deliveries to places where the staff carries riot guns tend to be fairly well-ordered. Clutter is minimized so that deliveries can go smoothly. Waste and trash get gathered regularly because running garbage through mass reclaimers for refab is way cheaper than fabbing new materials from scratch. And the transients and druggies are all either afraid of being shot or already have been. So the alley behind the Daughters of Kathralin was fairly spacious and clean, apart from the blood and ichor stains on the pavement.
"Right," I slurred as I squared off opposite the Human. "I'm gonna kick your ass, then get some ass."
The Human scowled ferociously. "You're not getting mine!"
"No. I mean, right." I shook my head to clear some of the boozy fog out of it. "Yours gets kicked. But that's all. Ellaltra's is the one that gets got."
"Good," the Human said, "because you are totally not my type."
Well, that was just shocking to hear. "What? Of course I am! Everybody wants a piece of this ass!" I gave it a slap for emphasis.
"And everybody's probably had some of it. But not me." The Human tried to give me a scornful down-the-nose look, but had to steady herself against the alley wall, spoiling the effect. "I like my ladies to have certain special qualities. Like intelligence. Sophistication. Personalities that aren't utter shit."
"That's it!" I warned her. "I was just going to beat you up in a dispassionate, businesslike sort of way, but you just made it personal!" Of course, the practical difference between those two was basically nil, but I wasn't telling her that.
"Fine by me!" she roared back, pushing up the sleeves on her ratty sweatshirt and raising her fists. Then she stopped and blinked woozily at me. "Only... remind me again how we got from talking about engine specs to this?"
All this activity was making the booze hit me harder, too. "Does it matter? We're out her and I'm pissed-off now, so let's throw down!"
"Fair enough," she replied. And then she punched me right on the fucking muzzle.
I stumbled back, seeing stars. This bitch was faster than she had any right to be. I would later learn that her native world, Czernobog, is a high-gravity hellhole of blizzard-scoured steppelands, semi-arctic deserts, and the kinds of dense, gloomy forests they make horror movies about. Czernobog Humans are built wide and strong and are far quicker than they look under more normal gravity. Their local language also seems to account for about half the consonants used in the Known Galaxy and the cuisine is unnaturally heavy on sausages, though those points aren't really relevant to this story.
Czernobog women tend to be pretty buxom, too. That's not relevant either, but who doesn't like bringing tits into a conversation?
Anyhow, the Human punched me in the face. She tried to follow up with her other hand, but I dodged that one through a combination of alcohol-induced poor aim on her part and my own outstanding skill at hand-to-hand combat. We'll call it half-and-half. I aimed a kick at her knee that missed and hit her shin instead. But I wear Zharg heavy cavalry jackboots for two reasons. First and foremost is that they make my legs look absolutely tasty. Second is that they have hard, pointy toes that concentrate the force of any kick. She gave a yelp and staggered back. High-grav bone structure or not, she felt that one.
I could taste blood in my mouth, but you can't worry about things like that. I moved in on the Human, sending a jab at her head that she blocked with a forearm and slugging her in the gut with the other.
It felt like hitting a pillow strapped to a tree trunk. A little soft give, then a whole lot of no give at all.
We traded sloppy blows for a moment, neither of us doing as much damage as you'd think due to our inebriation. I tagged her a couple of good shots to the jaw and she landed a hard one to my belly right on my lower left teat that hurt like a mad bastard. I tried to open the range between us so I could use my longer reach, but she wasn't having that. With a cry of, "Duma husarianska!" she launched herself onto me and we both immediately hit the ground.
I got the worst of that, being on bottom. And while I normally enjoy having an aggressive woman put me on my back and straddle me, not so much when we're on pavement and she's using my ears as handles to bang my head against the ground. I went for the eye-gouge, a favorite move of mine at any time. I didn't get my thumbs in her eyes, but it made her let go of my ears and grab my wrists instead. Then, when she leaned back to get her face away, I hoisted a knee up into her spine. She didn't like that much, so I did it again, harder, and she rolled off me with a groan and scrambled away.
We ended up propped against opposite walls, both of us panting for breath and trying not to puke. I was poking my tongue at the split in my lip and trying to tell if I had any teeth loose on that side. It felt like I probably had a big laceration on the back of my head. But fuck that. It wouldn't impact my looks like a busted lip would. The Human was wiggling her jaw and rubbing at her back.
"Ready to give up?" I asked. Always give a strong enemy a chance to surrender. That's a prime rule of the mercenary business. Fighting to the bitter bloody end makes for exciting 3V, but can really chew into the profit margin.
"Fuck you," the Human gasped.
I thought about that. "Well, okay, if that's your surrender condition. But you have to be on bottom and I'm not sure I'm up to much tongue stuff right now."
"What?" The Human shook her head. "No, you oversexed imbecile. I mean fuck yourself, not me. A Czernobogska never gives up in matters of honor! Brak kapitulacji!" She started to straighten up, winced, and thought better of it. "This fight will go on. Just... in a minute or two." She shuddered and horked something semi-digested onto the pavement.
I was trying to think up a witty response when my drink-dulled instincts finally got around to warning me that the Human and I were no longer alone in the alley. That realization hit me a half-heartbeat before a voice announced its presence. "Actually, this fight is over." The voice was kind of squeaky and toothless-sounding and I knew what I was going to see even as I turned my head to look.
It was our old drinking-buddy, the Gonhir who'd slipped out the front door. Like every Gonhir, he was a short, spindly-limbed biped with three stalked eyes above a face that looked like an unwashed asshole. Now some Gonhir are pretty cool people. And I used to know this one Gonhir chick in the Deretar system who could do mind-blowing things with that sphincter-mouth of theirs. But most Gonhir are inclined to being aggressive, temperamental dicks as their default attitude. This particular Gonhir was uglier than most and the three buddies he'd brought along with him were not much improvement.
The pulse pistols they were pointing at me weren't all that pretty, either.
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2022.01.28 19:41 Mythic-M hold or sell headliners salah?
so i bought salah for 890K a little before toty
thought he’d rise up to 1.1m but he’s been absolutely slaughtered by toty HM and idk if he’ll rebound much
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2022.01.28 19:41 strawbry_glxss Pure wonder rare color?? Is this rare or did they make 2 colors around launch? I feel like I remember there being two colors but I need to know for sure if I missed something rare!
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2022.01.28 19:41 lovelymee05 I know this is talked about often and I pretty much agree. But then was anyone in the show actually poor other than Vanessa?
2022.01.28 19:41 HappyStormTroy String buzzing on neck side?
I recently set up my own bass and I feel pretty good about how I did. The only problem that I found was that when I finger the 10th fret on the A string, then play the 11th fret on the D string the neck side of the A string buzzes.
I'm thinking that this means that my nut height is too low? but I'm not sure. I'm a classical upright player working to understand electric bass, so please forgive my ignorance.
Thanks for any insights!
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2022.01.28 19:41 bairose28 Is this enough to trade for Titan's Revenge?
2022.01.28 19:41 icallgreens710 Acceptance rate?
2022.01.28 19:41 gemziiexxxxxp I LOVE the accessory on his hand 😍 it’s so pretty ✨ ‘Heeran Love Song’
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2022.01.28 19:41 wednesdaypeters Am I wasting my time and money on this degree?
I'm in school getting my bachelor's in Political Science. Ever since I was probably 15, I've been extremely interested and involved in the political world and the process surrounding it all (I live in the US). I've always said my end goal is to run for office, whether it be federal or state. In my head it's always been: get my degree in PolSci, intern under other politicians and do volunteer work with campaigns, make connections and eventually run for office myself. I'm reading a lot recently on reddit about a PolSci degree and it's got me to think a bit more rationally (and pessimistic) about what will happen when I graduate. Will I make money once I graduate? If not, when will I start to? I don't come from a wealthy background at all either (I'm a first generation college student in my family). Politics and the world surrounding it is literally the only passion of mine, I'm dead set on it. But I guess my question is, how feasible is this? Where do I go with this degree when I graduate, and am I going to have to continue to wait tables for a while to support myself? Or do I switch to something like computer science, which I'm not generally opposed to, and land myself a good paying job right out of college, and maybe intern a bunch and eventually run for office on my own after that? Any sort of advice would be helpful.
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2022.01.28 19:41 Mulberry-Spirited Is our Cat looking a little chubby?
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2022.01.28 19:41 onlinephart I accidentally took 4mg of Xanax and blacked out at work and got fired. I have no tolerance and just started taking it as prescribed 4 weeks ago. Is this normal?
So I started taking .25 twice a day but the thought of taking pills to feel “normal” has always scared me. So it created more anxiety for me. So my doctor upped it to 1mg daily. But what I didn’t realize is that she prescribed me 1mg tabs. And to split them in half and take two .5 tabs daily. I thought I still was taking the .25. So thinking I took two .25 tabs in the morning, and two in the afternoon actually ended up being 4mg.
I couldn’t enunciate. I was stumbling. I broke glassware. (I’m a bartender so this is really apparent) i went to the kitchen to try to snap out of it and splashed water on my face. Went in the walk in thinking the cold air would help. I ended up being sent home and on my way out I fell and a coworker had to call an Uber home for me.
The next few days I got a call saying I was fired for “vaping nicotine in the kitchen” Which I don’t even remember doing. I was worried I drank. But they didn’t find any of that on the cameras so that’s good. Cause even in my loose mind I’m terrified of mixing Xanax with alcohol. But this was just a loophole because they can’t ask to see my prescription. Even though I offered it to them. I think they think I’m just some benzo addict. And found a way that I broke the rules.
For someone with no tolerance is this normal? I don’t even care that I lost my job. I’m just embarrassed and worried about being perceived as some dumb pill popper.
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2022.01.28 19:41 dererwachsene2 Interviewserie
2022.01.28 19:41 Funky_monkey2026 36 M4F London. Looking to date, potentially serious ongoing or further...
I'm 36, 5ft10, Mediterranean heritage, born and raised in London. Can be active in the garden, cleaning, going out for walks in nature/outdoors. I train at the gym 3-4 times a week. Also LOVE cooking food. Sometimes in the winter I love a good cuddle and movie. Not much of a drinker, not got an issue if you do/don't drink.
Would love to meet an intellectual woman who can hold her own in a conversation, exploring new places to visit/eat in/around London.
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