2022.01.26 20:33 laragalatas My price sheet is 50% off! CHECK THE COMMENTS
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2022.01.26 20:33 LampwickVO Painting through my sisters of battle and wanted to give them a copper/brass themed look! C&C very welcome.
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2022.01.26 20:33 guineapig_scrim My current project, heal support Masked Marth. Any thoughts?
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2022.01.26 20:33 Top_Lane_Hentai Best way to join nominated series?
2022.01.26 20:33 BandIsPrettyLame They’re actually evolving. Instead of just staying and whining that infinite literally isn’t Halo 3, this one actually went back to playing MCC.
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2022.01.26 20:33 MackBanner66 Sharing this DD again, since it got deliberately slid and targeted by exactly who it's about. Enter the FUD: The DD compilation on the history and connections to the hidden hand behind Wall Street's criminal propaganda and manipulation machine.
2022.01.26 20:33 Cultural_Truth8919 Can’t believe they listened bah my baby.
Enjoy the explosive crossbow sometimes. But now tomorrow’s patch is adding hip fire spread and lowering ammo to 1/4 per.
Just don’t get it. Whenever I’m running it and I’m 5 star or 6 star, everybody has bulwark. Like everybody. Even if the enemy doesn’t have bulwark they can still clap you easy if they play smart ie play to your weaknesses.
Not trying to start huge argument, just curious what people who actually use it think. Just don’t see how taking the only way to do a distant “skilled volley” shot is now probably going to be impossible. I’m talking have to aim 45degrees or more to land that far and in time where they are running.
Yes, I can agree slightly to the point blank 20 meters instant kill. But so do shotguns with slugs. I know they have splash damage but didn’t they reduce it? And if not reduce that not my ability to aim and shoot how I choose.
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2022.01.26 20:33 FiascoJones Butler County Sheriff Deprograms, Takes Aim at the Agenda
The Butler County sheriff said his opinions on COVID-19 have changed.
In a recent Facebook live, Sheriff Richard Jones said, "I know we all have fatigue, but we have to get through this and right now in Butler County, it's off the hook. My attitude has changed immensely. I've had three employees in the sheriff's office in the last few months die of COVID," Jones said.The question that remains is how will the meta-programmers react to this breach of faith? Naturally they will direct their programs to attack the sheriff's credibility but maybe some will attack him physically as a warning to any other programmed leaders who step out of line.
Jones brought on Dr. Anthony Abdullah, Medical Director at Butler County Jail, to advise best practices to stop the spread.
"We are seeing a number of cases in the emergency department with 80 to 90 percent being unvaccinated," Abdullah said.
Jones said in 2020, 80 employees have COVID-19, in 2021 they had 80 employees give or take, and in 2022, the office has over 60 employees less than a month into the year.
"It's bad right now," Jones said.
2022.01.26 20:33 Skullcollector55 I’m gonna buy this from a fellow redditor and was wondering if anyone can tell me if it’s a repro or if it’s authentic?
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2022.01.26 20:33 7ElevenUp In the Ed Edd n Eddy Halloween special "Boo Haw Haw" one of the horror movies Ed has in his room is a movie called "Danny the Butcher". This is a reference to the show's creator, Danny Antonucci's 1987 animated short film "Lupo the Butcher".
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2022.01.26 20:33 jad621 scammer scum!
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2022.01.26 20:33 Unhappy_Chef_8771 Does anyone know what this means been stuck on this for a couple days
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2022.01.26 20:33 Temporary_Sign8953 Super high view of kings row
2022.01.26 20:33 MustyUnicorn First Timer Question
I recently built my first PC. When constructing my monstrosity, I just so happened to install the GPU (RTX 3060) on the bottom GPU slot. I've visited many toxic Discords, and have gotten extreme criticism for my "egregious" GPU location, hearing things such as, "It reduces so much airflow". My AIO CPU cooler however, is partially blocking the top slot with it's tubes. My first question, does it heavily decrease airflow? (PS. I have had no trouble with my temps so far) And my second question is, Should I change the location to the top slot, because in my opinion, it looks very nice on the bottom slot.
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2022.01.26 20:33 Erutious The Door
I met my husband when we were in college together. I was working on my bachelor's degree, helping out in the library for some much needed extra cash, when I first laid eyes on him. He was not the usual sort of man I fancied, more bookish than muscly. I found him charming in his own way, and we struck up a friendship. He told me he was a writer, was working on a book of short stories to submit to a publishing house. I offered to read them, and from that moment on, I became his biggest fan.
His stories were so...visceral. He wrote not as a writer but as a first-hand observer, and it wasn't long before his work was noticed. We were living together by then, our library friendship having blossomed into something more, and I could see how giddy he was when the letter came from Bordwin Publishing. When he read how they wanted to publish his book, I think it was the proudest moment of his life.
He kept writing for Bordwin, his stories finding a niche with the horror community. He also started selling his pieces to magazines and online sources, getting his name out there, and becoming more recognizable. As his fame grew, however, he still jokingly called me his biggest fan. I couldn't argue with him; I genuinely loved his work. He wrote the sort of stories than were genuinely terrifying and enticed the reader to keep reading until the very end. As his stories grew in number, I found myself curious about where they all came from. My husband, we'll call him Michael, was a mild-mannered fellow who had never really experienced anything horrific in his life. He described his childhood as benign, with no broken bones or funny uncles. His family was loving and doted on him constantly. He had never been without. He had never really suffered, and I found myself very curious about where all these nightmares came from in such a beautiful mind.
Then, over drinks one night, he told me.
He didn't like to talk about it when sober. He always said that discussing the "creative process" was boring or that his stories' technical aspect would bore me to tears. I wasn't fooled, though. Beneath his jokes was something colder, something fearful. So one night, I pressed him. He still didn't really want to talk about it, but I was persistent. Finally, after a lot of coaxing and some strong whiskey, he all but blurted his answer to me.
I wish now I hadn't asked.
"Its The Door," he said, and at that moment, he seemed almost afraid of his own words.
"The Door?" I asked, confused by the queerness of his answer.
"What do you dream about?" he asked, so suddenly it took me by surprise.
"Oh, I don't know. Normal things, I guess. What I did that day and movies I've watched and weird things my mind cooks up."
"I have only ever had the same dream my entire life. It is always the same; it never changes. It is where I get all my ideas."
I leaned forward, intrigued by what he was telling me.
He seemed emboldened by my attention.
"The Door lies in space, at least I believe it must be space. It floats in a great void, and every night, I visit it. I float through this void naked, an umbilicus connecting me to whatever lies beyond. Every night, I approach the door, and every night it whispers to me through the keyhole. Do you remember the little journal by my bedside?"
"I have trained myself to write the things I hear while asleep. Sometimes I see pictures or faces when I look through the keyhole. Sometimes I hear terrible words spoken by creatures I imagine to be beyond description. Sometimes I have to close my eyes and will myself awake because I am afraid that the things they tell me will drive me insane. When I wake up, I read what I have written down, which becomes my stories."
I was shocked, "So, all your stories come from this big door in space?"
He smiled, "It sounds silly when you say it like that, but...yes. Everything I have ever written was spoken to me by something on the other side of this door."
I didn't think anything of it the next day. We had been drunk, and he had just spouted off something to make me shut up, I was sure. I became more aware of his journal, though. Sometimes at night, he would wake me up with the scritch scratch of his pen on the page. I didn't like to look at him when he was writing in it. It was like something otherworldly had taken his strings and was using him without his permission. Watching him write in that fugue state made me feel uncomfortable, and I took measures to not be awake while this was going on.
I didn't think anything of this, however, until about three months ago.
That was when he started having nightmares.
His work had always been creepy, always been terrifying, but now it took on an alarming quality. He began talking about creatures that lived beyond the door. These creatures sounded more than a little Lovecraftian, and he was assured that their presence on Earth was an afront to the natural order. They came and went, their arrival marked by some with great portents, and their battles had shaped history.
The stories weren't the only things that changed, though.
He began to sleep poorly. His sleep had always been placid, peaceful, but now he thrashed and mumbled in his sleep. He whispered in the night about a Pale Lady and The Green Man and Riotous Red that surged like blood. The words he wrote in his journal were unreadable, a foreign language, but he sat and transcribed them every morning like a dutiful follower of some religion.
He began to change. His eyes bore huge bags, he was jumpy and unsure of himself, and more than once, I caught him catnapping fitfully during the day. His writing, however, had never been more in demand. The magazines he wrote for wanted more stories about these strange old ones. His editor wanted to publish a compilation of them at once. He had no lack of material for the book, but I began to get worried about his health as he proceeded.
We had been married for two years then, just starting to make a life together, and I was afraid that his candle would burn out before mine.
I asked him one night to stop writing the stories. He was at his computer, typing away dutifully when I made the request. He turned his head to look at me, haunted eyes boring into mine, and laughed for the first time in weeks. It wasn't his laugh, though. The laughter was jagged and full of despair, humor shared only by the damned.
He laughed like a mad man.
"I cant. If I stop writing, They won't like it."
"Who?" I asked in confusion.
"The ones beyond the door. They have marked me as their chronicler, and I can't stop until the job is done."
"These things are killing you. Can't, you see that, Michael?"
He slumped over his keyboard, resting his head against it and making a line of letters as he did so.
"Don't you think I would if I could?" he snapped, and it was the first time I had ever heard him speak harshly to me, "If I could stop, I would. It would give me such joy to stop. The things they tell me..." he shuddered, "No one should know the things they tell me. Its fruit from the poisoned tree, and I wish I did not have what they give me."
"Then stop." I said suddenly, "Just stop writing it. Tell them that you refuse to write their story."
Michael looked horrified, "Refuse them? I have never refused a story before. What if...what if it stops the door from working?"
I turned him in his chair and pulled him to me, "The door is in your mind, love. The way it manifests is nothing more than your own mind working through your stories. The monsters are of your own making. You control them, they don't control you."
At that moment, he looked relieved. He hugged me back and seemed on the verge of tears. I don't think he had ever thought of these nightly excursions in anything but a literal sense. He had never imagined that these things could be of his own creation, and the knowledge made him feel free.
"I'll tell them tonight then." he said with a smile, "I'll tell them that I don't want to write about them anymore. I'll tell Fred that I don't want to continue these stories in the morning. He won't like it, but he'll understand."
We went to bed then, and I figured that would be the end of the nightmare.
I was wrong.
He woke me in the night, screaming. The back of his hand hit me in the face, and I rolled awake to the sound of his screams. He was thrashing around, clutching his stomach and kicking his legs frantically. I tried to wake him, I know everything says not to do that, but I wanted him to wake up. I slapped his face, threw water on him, screamed his name, but nothing worked. Someone banged on the door, but I ignored them. I tried in every way I knew to help my husband.
Finally, he helped himself.
We were in the ER, the knocking person had called the paramedics, and they had burst in. They thought someone was being murdered, but they loaded him up and took him straight to the hospital when they saw the scene. He lay in an Er bed, screaming and kicking until they finally restrained him. He went right on thrashing and yelling until nearly four in the morning.
Then he gasped loudly, like a diver coming up from a great depth, and seemed to come awake.
"They cut my umbilicus," he said in tones of most profound sorrow.
They moved him upstairs later that day. The doctor who talked to him was afraid he might hurt himself, and I was a little worried too. For the next two days, he sat strapped to a hospital bed, fighting sleep. He couldn't sleep, he told me, because he would have no way to get back without his umbilicus.
"I would be lost forever," he said, "and my consciousness would float forever in that void."
He told me how he had told the thing behind the door that he would no longer write its story. I had assured him that it was all in his head, that it was a product of his imagination. When it had burst through the door and screamed, he knew it was all too real. He had run then, fled across the void, but the creature had wings, and it had chased him.
"It...it defies description. Its legs were equine, its head looked like a living rock, its body was made of stars...I don't know, dear. Its mouth was full of firey teeth, and when it lunged at me, I could do nothing but flee."
As he had run, the thing had slashed at him. The clawed hand had torn at his umbilicus. Michael said a pain like a rending scythe had torn through his belly, and as he writhed, he could see the firey teeth sever the root from him. He had caught the end then, using the last of his strength to grab the trailing end, and pulled himself out of that dark place a little at a time.
He was afraid after that, afraid to go back.
Afraid of what might be waiting for him.
He fought sleep for the next three days. He would nod and awaken, nod, and awaken, but it seemed harder for him to come back every time. He begged his doctor for caffeine pills, anything to keep him awake, but the doctors thought sleep would do him better than drugs. They fiddled with the idea of sedating him, but I forbade it. When they threatened to get the police involved, thinking I was somehow responsible for this, I threatened to call a lawyer. Finally, we reached a shaky standoff.
It was mute after the third day.
I lost the fight first, drifting off as I sat by his side.
When I awoke, he was gone.
He's in the ICU now. His coma is deep, and the doctors are afraid he might have suffered a stroke. They don't know about his nightly travels, wouldn't believe me if I told them, but I know what has happened to him. He's adrift in the void, maybe already dead at the hands of this elder thing, and there is nothing I can do to get him back.
But maybe there is something you all can do.
My husband could not have been the only one traveling to this place. Some of you must have heard the whispers through the door as well. If you see this door, and if you find my husband, please bring him back. I don't know how you would, but please try.
And if the creatures on the other side of the door talk to you about these things on the other side, please do your self a favor and listen to them.
I wish I had never told him to stop listening.
The price you pay for ignoring them might be your life.
The price might even be steeper than that.
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2022.01.26 20:33 weightygh0st Normal 25F turned shell of a human being in a matter of months. ANY help appreciated.
F25 190lbs White Non smoker Minimal drinks Diagnosis: gerd / ocd / gad
Was very stressed Jan 2021-Nov 2021.
Nov 18th - completely stopped being able to swallow solid food as there was feeling of sticking / not going down properly.
Dec 1 - endoscopy done: no inflammation, but 4cm hiatial hernia noted. Nothing of note from biopsies done.
Still not consuming anything more than a puree / VERY limited soft food diet. Barely managing 800cals a day.
Dec 9 - put on zoloft to help with everything as Dr thinks this is anxiety. Start at 25mb and move up to 50mg on the 16th.
Dec 16th - Jan 5th - on Zoloft and having the WORST insomnia ever. probably didn't sleep at all the whole month it felt. Psych emerge takes me off zoloft and puts me on 50mg (now down to 25mg) for sleep.
Dec 26 - waiting in urgent care for potential aspiration (tests come back clean) when I experience this SURGE of head pressure and ear pressure out of nowhere. Panick and stand up. It subsides when I go home but comes back later than night.
Dec 27 - (technically the night of 26th around 1am) I awake with RAGING bilateral ear ringing and some pain? I panick and call 911.
Dec 30th - barium swallow done by speech pathologist. Shows everything is normal.
Dec 31st - relentlessly head ache / deep ear pain won't go away. HEADACHE STAYS from this day onward. No pain meds help.
Jan 2nd - CT scan shows slightly enlarged pituitary gland but nothing else of note. Headache won't subside with any pain meds from hospital.
Jan 4 - I get a massage and have an emotional release. I say fuck it and start eating food again with minimal issues/ some discomfort.
Jan 10th - swallowing issues back. This time w chest pains.
Jan 19th - I try amitriptyline. 2nd pill in I get screaming tinnitus and now hyperacusis.
Headache feels more localized to my ears / deep horrific ear pain. Hurts to talk. No answers. Saw neurologist who just said keep logging headaches see you in 4 months. MRI won't be pushed up from June bc the reason for MRI was the pituitary gland which was deemed and incidental finding.
Seeing tmj specialist tomorrow. Will possibly admit to psych ward if they find nothing of note. I have a hard time believing ESPECIALLY with the onset that this is all only anxiety / ocd related.
I feel like a shell of a person who is having everything stripped from me with no end in sight. Is this my life now?
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2022.01.26 20:33 ZoolShop Parkinson's patients live longer 'if eat strawberries 3 times a week'
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2022.01.26 20:33 no_compearison Bearing down in the frigid cold over here
2022.01.26 20:33 ItzMagz6853 I know Tony Soprano Jr. in real life AMA
As most of you may know, Tony Soprano was based off the real mobster, Vinnie “Ocean” Palermo. Well funnily enough I have met his son, Vinnie Jr. on multiple occasions, and could even be considered related to him (if you consider a cousin-in-law to be a relative). Long story short my cousin used to be a whooah at one of Vinnie’s clubs and threw it on Vinnie Jr, resulting in two kids. Last I heard, they are separated now and Vinnie Jr. is going through some midlife crisis (his last name is Cabella in the article because of the witness protection program) and has a goomah he met from Onlyfans. Can’t fit too much in here so ask me a coupla tree things if you want to know more
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2022.01.26 20:33 DystopianRoach saw this at my local sheetz
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2022.01.26 20:33 Booknerdbassdrum Adding lists to np array
2022.01.26 20:33 emilioMooN Pretty surprised myself ngl.
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2022.01.26 20:33 katebullet25 My INTP desk
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2022.01.26 20:33 ViriatusPC The Crew : Ducati Panigale R Gameplay
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