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2023.06.09 16:18 ilyen85 Smallest case for an atx motherboard but external radiators
I have a Pc with an ATX motherboard (MSI B550 Tomahawk) in a Lian Li O11 XL ROG case. I love it, but...
I recently re-built it with custom water cooling and an external radiator (MoRa 3 420
). So my pc case is basically empty, there are no fans, no radiators in it, thermals are awesome, just it would be nice to have more space on my desk.
I would like to find a much smaller PC case that will fit the following parts (only listing the relevant parts):
- MSI B550 Tomahawk
- Asus 3090 with an Quantum Vector² Xtreme RTX 3080/90 D-RGB ABP Set
- Quantum Kinetic TBE 300
Pump reservoir combo
- Seasonic Focus GX 1000 PSU
I would like to use a vertical gpu kit.
As a first thought I wanted to mod an ASUS Prime AP201 to fit the ATX motherboard but I'm not sure whether its viable. (I haven't bought it yet).
Can you recommend something for me? I can switch to a smaller PSU, but it would nice to spend as little as possible xD
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2023.06.09 16:18 Fabulous-Letter-5649 Engineer retires, and is replaced with a Human (Pt 6)
If you haven't read it yet.
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If you haven't read it yet.
The sun had begun to set, so I made my way over to the metro station we agreed upon as the rendezvous point. The walk took me about 20 minutes so by the time I got back the streetlights were beginning to switch on as the last red rays of starlight dipped below the horizon. It was there I anxiously awaited for Tromō, expecting him to take longer. I stayed for about a half hour, but at that point my stomach had slowly begun to sink with dread. My mind raced. In an attempt to dismiss these fears I reached for my communicator to check his location (I know, I know, risky in a public location but I had made my way over to a much quieter location.) I found him en route to the warehouse district, about 20 kilometers north-northeast of my location. Something had gone terribly wrong. Sensing the worst I quickly commandeered a nearby truck, hot-wired it, and hauled ass back to the hotel. I was never particularly any good at combat so
a different strategy would be required. I also had many moral qualms at the thought of murder, but since Tromō would likely have his identity compromised, protocol states clearly that anyone who comes in contact with that knowledge must be promptly terminated, and the blind rage made quick work eliminating that psychological barrier.
On the drive back to the hotel I began to plot his rescue. My mind, overcome with anger, jumped to a most unorthodox manner of dealing death. The plan I had settled on was to deploy a gas, engineered to only affect Ix. The gas would serve as the medium for the transmission of a specially designed virus to act as a genetic trojan horse to gain access to their cells, and disable their DNA from being read. None of their immune systems could cope with such a virus, allowing it to wreak havoc on their bodies unimpeded. Now, I did design the virus to prevent itself from spreading to new hosts and would only last a few milliseconds while outside the gas.
Getting back to the hotel room I sequenced the Ix's genome so I could tailor the virus. How it would work is a CRISPR protein would be released once access had been gained to the cell, this would identify active strings of genetic code, and replace them with deactivated strands, which the body wouldn't read for. Repeat this 100 or so trillion more times and you have a rather unpleasant appointment with the grim reaper in just 48 hours. The gas, however, would paralyze them, preventing any movement while the virus made its way through the body.
I worked for the next 4 hours, as quickly as I could, making sure to inform Bridge about what had happened to Tomō, but only mentioned that I was "Handling it." when it came to finding a solution. Captain didn't follow up as there was a general understanding that you don't talk about what you had to do on a rescue mission. At regular intervals I checked his location and vitals making sure that not only was he not moving, but also still remained alive.
Leaving the hotel I got back in the truck and went as fast as I could to the warehouse they were keeping him in. Rage and fear boiling over. What were they doing to Tomō? Is he hurt? I'm gonna kill those fuckers. They fucked with the wrong person and now they're gonna be in a world of hurt unlike anything they could possibly imagine.
Slamming on the brakes when I got there, I took in my surroundings. The building was small, no larger than a barn, with a slanted roof with two skylights. Surrounding the building was a tall fence, nothing I couldn't climb and the entrance was padlocked shut, both the gate and the door. After scaling the fence I climbed up a dumpster and up onto the roof, making sure to crawl whenever I could. Peeking through the skylight, which was cracked open slightly, allowing me to not only see but hear what was going on inside.
It was a most distressing scene, Tomō, tied to an iron column, all bruised and bloodied, with four other people, 2 men and 2 women, standing nearby. I was lucky to have calibrated the dose for 5 people.
"It's been 5 hours, your little friend isn't coming to save you." One of the men said approaching Tomō
Fearing that he could hurt him once more I readied the bow with the special arrow that would release the gas on impact.
The arrow landed right in-between the man and the three others. They all turned to look at me, but I had quickly hidden myself from view.
"Looks like your friend is here after all. Shame he missed!" He shouted.
"I didn't need to!" I shouted back, clicked the button that would release the gas along with the virus.
I crawled back over to the skylight to see my creation take action. They began to cough. One of them fell down.
"You don't know, do you?" He said, laughing and still coughing.
"We knew where you were. That tracker is on you too. Oh, and that little bioweapon you designed, it doesn't work on us."
He pulled off a sort of latex disguise. He was not Ix, none of them were. They were all Trexel, the sworn enemy of The Federation who they had been fighting with, largely in the form of border skirmishes and territorial disputes for the last 200 years.
"Get him." The man said, pointing at me as the three others began running out of the building. FUCK SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
I quickly climbed down the roof and only had time to get onto the top of the dumpster, I was unarmed, or so I thought, remembering the pair of scissors I kept in one of my pockets. I did ditch my bow and at this point it was dead weight to me.
"You're gonna fucking pay for what you did to Tomō." I growled.
"With a pair of scissors! HA!" one of the women said.
"You fucked around..."
Splitting the scissors in two, I grabbed one of the halves and threw it.
"ACK" Was her last word as the blade pierced right through her neck.
THUMP was the noise her body made collapsing onto the floor as she bled out and choked. Her peers readied their swords. (Kinetic weapons would make too much noise and Energy weapons could have some... unintended consequences.) I grabbed a short, half-meter pipe and taped the remaining half of the scissors to one end.
"with a human.. and now... you find out."
I jumped down from my position, while that did mean sacrificing my high ground, I needed to make the quickest work of the two in order to get to Tomō as quickly as possible.
They both charged me at the same time, trying to flank, but I just circled around, making sure to keep line of sight.
Eventually one charged me, I let her attack me, always making sure to move out of the way, this kept the both of them in motion, never quite getting close enough to strike.
Leading them in circles I eventually picked the man who didn't seem as skilled due to his lack of participation compared to his other colleague.
Lunging towards him I made quick steps towards, when I got inside striking range he I had to sidestep his sword, but in the end that didn't matter, a swift stab to the chin and I just pushed him aside with the other end of the pipe to bled out.
Now all that was left was the woman standing there, alone, and moderately terrified.
Adrenaline coursing through my veins in ever increasing quantities, and desperation coursing through hers, we charged at each other, and I stabbed her in the torso, striking one of her vital organs.
But I was but a 10th of a second too late, and the steel of her blade sliced about 2 and a half centimeters into my right shoulder. Adrenaline quieted the pain, but it still hurt like hell as the blood trickled out and I began to lose feeling in my right arm.
Pulling my communicator I hit the SOS button.
Pushing her body to the side I ran as fast I could to the door and charged the last man toppling him to the ground. But he was prepared, holding a knife in his hand, stabbing and slashing until his last breath. When all was done I ran over to Tomō but collapsed just centimeters from freeing him as the amount of blood I lost grew, and the pain returned.
I waited for 2 minutes, but it felt like eternity, barely being able to open my eyes, and the pain shooting throughout my body, all while I could hear Tomō struggling to break free to try and treat my wounds.
But at the end of those two minutes I was lifted up into a medevac shuttle.
"Tomō?" I groaned, forcing the word out with every fiber of my being.
"Yes we have Tomō he'll be okay but our priority is you right now."
I recognized the voice, it was Jiply, the ship's doctor, but I could barely parse it out through the noise of other doctors and whirring, beeping machines as the crew of doctors attended to my injuries.
By the next time I had opened my eyes I was lying down in a cold room by myself, dressed in my underwear and a knee-length hospital gown, hooked up to a heart rate monitor and a pack of blood to replenish what I had lost. Nearby though was a call button, which I sat up slowly to reach, upon sitting up I inspected myself, noticing that my torso had 5 scars from the fight, and I estimated another 2 on my back judging by the tenderness of the skin. I pressed the button repeatedly until someone came.
"Well I see you're awake!" Smiled Jiply.
"Would you like me to tell the crew you're awake?"
"Just Tomō for now, I'll tell the crew myself" I said, groggily.
"Oh and could you get me something to wear please?"
"Sure thing I can get you something!"
She left the room and shortly afterwards brought me a pair of pants, the same color as my gown and made of flannel. Since I couldn't get out of bed quite yet she put them on for me.
"Thank you." I whispered.
Jiply left once more to get Tromō, I didn't have to wait long until I heard him bursting through the door.
"You're okay!" He exclaimed while crying.
"Oh thank the stars you're okay!"
He bolted towards me, tightly wrapping his arms around me.
"Too much squeeze, too much squeeze!"
Not only was he hugging me too tightly, but it also irritated my tender scars. He quickly loosened his hug, allowing me to feel his soft, wrinkly skin, and hear the pitter-patter of his hearts.
"So good to see you're okay too."
We were both crying tears of joy, and while I knew whatever just happened would only be the start, I would always have someone I could rely on. Tomō would always have my back, and I would always have his. I fell asleep mid-embrace.
When I woke up once more, it was already the next day, and while the bag of blood had been removed, its place was a clear IV bag to, you know, prevent me from starving.
I just laid down, facing the ceiling, taking in the calm. Savoring it. For about... 5 minutes, after that I got bored, so I pressed the call button. To no-one's surprise by this point, Jiply walks in shortly afterwards. I strongly suspect that she was personally overseeing me as it likely got priority over Klob'lar freaking out over stubbing their toe again.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked
"Could you get me a cane, I would like to tell the crew that I'm okay."
She handed me a cane, carefully lifting myself back onto my shaking legs.
"So what's the damage doc?"
"Well, your liver got punctured but we were able to repair that, and we had concerns about the long term viability of your L-3 vertebrae and your right shoulder so we replaced the both of them."
"Not too bad." I chuckled.
I slowly made my way over to the door one hand clasped around the cane, and the other around the IV bag stand. It took me about half an hour to head down the hallway over to the bridge. The door opened and I belted out as hard as I could
"IMM BAACK!" *Cough* *Cough*
Everyone stood up to face me and began to clap, which I signaled for them to stop since I didn't care for the noise. I was smiling though
"We figured you were okay, Tomō seemed happier than ever before so we assumed it meant good news for you!" The captain said walking over to me.
"Awww man he spoiled the surprise!" I laughed.
"Oh please, seeing you walking is plenty surprise enough."
"So how did you manage to rescue me so quickly without being discovered?"
"Oh we didn't, we unfortunately had to prematurely inform them of other life in the galaxy."
"You're fucking with me aren't you."
"After how you fought, we all respect you too much to fuck with you like that."
"Well shit." I said, the smile I had was wiped from my face.
So that's it for Pt 6, hope you liked the fight scene! Pt 7 should be coming out in another 2 days. As always, thanks for reading!
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2023.06.09 16:15 slytherju OCs i did a few weeks ago
2023.06.09 16:15 TheScribe_1 [The Book of the Chosen] - Chapter Thirteen - Bridge Over Swift Water (Part II)
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* Chapter Thirteen - Bridge Over Swift Water (Part II)
The cottage beside the mill was not large, and its low ceilings were packed with all manner of cupboards, shelves, chairs and tables, pressed in against the walls in a maze of well-worn clutter. The result was a rather overcrowded space, and Ren was forced to take more care than usual so as not to bump into anything when they entered, but the hearth was broad, and the smell of cooking filled the air, so it did not take long to settle into a comfortable lull of pleasant talk around the table whilst they waited for their lunch. Ted's wife, a young, slender woman with dark, smiling eyes and shoulder-length fair hair, hurried about the fire busily, stirring and seasoning her pots with a methodical efficiency. A mug arrived for each of them (water for the boys, something stronger for Ted), and they talked for a time of small things, of the weather and the harvest, hoping for a mild winter, idle talk for idle minds. Even Trin seemed to have relaxed in the lazy firelight, though he was more quiet than usual. Ren thought of how scared he had been of the miller as a boy, remembering the fearsome man with his scarred neck and deep voice that had raked their dinner table at the farm with his dark eyes. It was a memory that fit the man beside him about as well as a child’s boot might fit its fathers. He started to feel a little guilty for avoiding him, whenever he visited the farm.
‘Heard you were heading to Overwood, last week.’
Ren blinked, looking up from the fire to find Ted watching him over his mug. He swallowed.
‘Took a cart to the market with grandfather.’
‘How is the old goat?’
Ren hesitated. ‘He’s… he’s well.’
Ted took a swig of his ale, not a little wistfully. ‘Used to live up there, you know. Overwood, I mean. After the soldiering, when the Black Breath took my Da. Coughed up his own lungs, ‘fore it got ‘im. Always was a scrapper. Not easy, losing someone like that.’
Ren swallowed, looking away, and the miller’s eyes softened.
‘Your Ma, too, boy, I know. Damn shame.’ he said apologetically, and Ren decided not to correct him. ‘Long time before I came out here, anyways.’
‘You fought in the war?’ Trin asked tentatively.
‘I fought in the rebellion
, boy.’ Ted corrected him. ‘Was only one King, back then.’
Trin swallowed, looking at the floor.
‘But that was a long time ago now. Afore you were born, I reckon. Not a lot of work for soldiers in peacetime. Must have dug half the privies in Overwood before I earned the coin to up sticks.'
‘Earned?’ Werla snorted from beside the fire, cheeks dimpling. ‘Swindled, more like.’
Ren looked over at her. He had always thought her a little young for the old miller. He was well past forty, and with his weathered brow and ugly scar he was hardly an obvious match for a pretty young girl not long from twenty when they had wed a couple of summers back. He wondered, not for the first time, how they had fallen in together to begin with.
‘Now, don't be giving our guests the wrong idea.’ Ted told her, grinning, and the scar on his neck knotted. He turned back to the boys, holding up his hands earnestly. ‘An honest game of chance, I swear it. Northerner, he was, didn't know dice from a pebble.’
Ren and Trin both nodded sagely at his explanation, neither of them knowing one jot about dice, or gambling, or Northerners, for that matter. Werla swept to their rescue, appearing at the miller's shoulder and planting a kiss on his cheek.
‘Swindled.’ she said pointedly.
Ted smiled in spite of himself, shooing her away. She chuckled and turned back to the stew, humming softly to herself.
‘I hear there’s a lot of new folk in town.’ Ted said, turning back to the boys. ‘From up in the Stonelands.’
‘Enough to notice.’ Ren replied, thinking of the unpleasantness on the road. He frowned. ‘Unfriendly types.’
‘Been a while since I made it over that way. Couple of winters back, now.’ He frowned thoughtfully, then smiled in Werla’s direction. ‘A lot can change in two years, though.’
Werla looked up, flashing him a smile, then went back to her stew pot again, humming. The miller paused, scratching at his scar, then gave the boys a curious look. ‘So, then. What brings you out this far?’
Ren lowered his eyes, and Trin shifted uncomfortably beside him. Ted laughed, weathered face creasing into a smile.
‘Come now.’ he told them. ‘Can’t hardly turn you over to your grandfather from here, can I?’
Ren swallowed. ‘We were just out for a ride…’
‘Mister Derin told us never to cross the bridge.’ Trin finished for him, scowling. ‘He said it was too far from the farm. Not safe, he said. So of course that’s exactly where Ren has to go. We’ll be in for it when we get back!’
‘You didn't have to come, Trin.’ Ren told his friend patiently. He thought of his grandfather’s old map, carved with rivers and mountains and cities in dark ink. The Swiftwater wasn’t even big enough to merit a line, and the distance they’d travelled this morning wouldn’t be more than a nails-breadth.
‘Well you didn't tell me where we were going.’ Trin replied, fidgeting nervously. His fingers twisted around a stray tear in his shirt, tugging at it. ‘And besides... Hardly going to let you go running off on your own. Too risky. It's not safe this far from the farm, for you most of all, so they says.’
‘Who’s they?’ Ren asked, scowling.
‘Hector. Your grandfather. And Ma, too! Everyone!’
‘Your Ma doesn’t know everything, Trin.’
‘Still a damn sight more than you!’
‘Easy, boys.’ Ted was smiling, and his scarred neck twisted. ‘I wager the north side of the river is much the same as this one.’
Trin lowered his eyes, and his cheeks reddened. Ren thought of the shadows moving in the trees over the bridge, the way he had fallen when Ted had found him, and started to feel very foolish indeed. His thoughts had been dark, unpredictable, these past few days, since the trip to Overwood. He never had been a good sleeper, but his nights had been more restless than usual, too, his dreams a little thicker with shadows. Shadows with faces, and a hunchback with gold eyes to give them voice. Turning every doorway to the gloom of the fortuneteller’s tent, every flame the silver light of his brazier. He frowned at himself. Just rhymes and empty words. Best not to dwell on it.
‘Food's ready!’ Werla said suddenly from the fire, and a few moments later they had steaming bowls of fragrant brown stew sitting in front of them on the table. Ted carved up some slices of soft, pale bread for them to soak, and they set to eating it all in relative quiet for a time, content with good food and the soft warmth of the fire, and it was not long before all thoughts of the bridge, and the shadows beyond it, had gone entirely from Ren's mind. He found himself staring wearily into his cup, watching idly as the clear water rocked and rolled against the rim, listening to the rumble of the river outside.
‘Won’t turn to ale just by looking at it.’ Ted told him, and he looked up to find the miller looking at him curiously, taking another mouthful of bread. Trin was still quite engaged in his food, and Werla was sipping her mug contentedly, pale hair brushed back behind her ears.
‘Come, now, boy. What’s got you twisted?’ Ted asked, taking sip of his drink.
Ren hesitated. ‘I was thinking about the market.’ He said after a moment, looking up. It was true enough.
‘Ah. Town ain't what it used to be.’ Ted looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, then began rubbing his thumb around the rim of his mug, staring at it. His young wife watched him with a slight frown. ‘All these unsavoury types arriving. You hear the talk, even out here. City folk, some of them, and worse. Heard… there’s talk of Brothers abroad, up in the Westmere. Out in the open, again, like.’ He pressed harder against the mug, thumb turning white. Werla reached out and pulled his hand away, folding it in her own and meeting his eye. Ted frowned, squeezing her hand, and the ugly scar on his neck gleamed. Trin had stopped eating.
‘But the Westmere’s a long way from here, and I ain’t one to be complaining. Got a good roof over my head, and a good living. A good woman, too, and might have a son of my own by next winter, Makers willing.’ He grinned at Werla, putting a hand to her belly, and she smiled, pulling it to her mouth and kissing it softly. ‘Reckon I’m a lucky man.’
Ren smiled at them both, lowering his eyes.
‘Say hello to your folks, for me, boy. Tell your old man I better see his arse over here before the snows.’
Some words of thanks, warm, earnest ones, and one or two more for goodbye, then they were homeward bound again, ponies snorting in the afternoon sun, promises of a return visit ringing in their ears. Ren was left with the distinct feeling that he had misjudged the old miller, scar and all. But it wasn’t long before his thoughts turned towards the rumours he had imparted from the Westmere, his white knuckles pressed against his mug. To Hector’s words in the shadow of the farm hill. To the ugly fortuneteller and his tent of oddities and silver fire. Words whispered in the dark. He’d not mentioned the encounter in the tent to anyone. Not even his grandfather. In truth, he’d been doing his best not to think about it at all, without much success. He frowned, hunching over his saddle. A mask on fire.
Neither of them spoke for a long while. Trin, for his part, was busy trying to subtly feed Pol the stash of small treats he had smuggled away from the cottage, glancing over at Ren occasionally to make sure he hadn’t noticed. He had, of course, but there was little use in pointing it out.
‘Trin.’ Ren said once they had crested the hill, looking back towards the river-bound cottage in the distance. Trin started and stuck his hand quickly back into his pocket, hiding a scrap of bread.
‘You heard what Ted said?’ Ren asked. ‘About Brothers?’
Trin frowned. ‘Suppose so.’
Ren was still looking back the way they had come. 'What do you make of it?'
‘Reckon he’s right.’ Trin shrugged. ‘Westmere’s a long way away.’
He hesitated, frowning.
‘But Hector’s been saying it for years. Overwood’s not what it used to be. Strange folk coming and going by night. No safe place for good folk that side of the Swiftwater. Brothers or no.’
‘Grandad says there haven’t been Black Hand this far south in years.’ Ren murmured, still looking back towards the river. ‘Not since we were born, at least.’
‘Wouldn’t pay it any mind. Plenty to worry about without them.’ Trin told him, giving him a serious look. ‘You’ve been acting up more, these past few weeks. Ever since the old man came calling.’
‘Have I?’ Ren scowled, shooting his friend a sideways glance.
‘You know what I think about him.’ Trin told him seriously. ‘Can’t be trusted, that one. And you can’t be taking so many risks. Not with your… Well, you know.’
‘Your ma tell you that, too?’
‘Don’t make it wrong.’ Trin grumbled, turning away in his saddle and trotting off south over the crest of the hill. Ren waited a moment longer, frowning to himself, then followed him reluctantly. The sound of the river was long gone behind him, but he caught one final glimpse the gleaming water before he shook the reins and disappeared finally over the brow of the hill, bound for home.
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2023.06.09 16:14 _The_Crow_ Championship ShowDown Season 182
2023.06.09 16:14 TensionMain6853 There’s hope: Ranked/Elo Hell
Throughout the course of my OW1 and OW2 career I’ve done this to escape “elo hell” a few times.
Basically I play and climb until the games consistently feel stacked against me and my win rate drops significantly (closer to 50/50 across about 20 games). Once this happens I make a new account and (once eligible for ranked) do placements. Typically I place just above where the previous account stalled out.
In OW1 I went from (account 1) Bronze->Gold, (account 2) Gold->Diamond doing this.
After a few years off I came back and went Silver->Plat, and Plat to diamond (so far and still climbing).
I’ve seen that the problem is the hidden MMR actively keeps you around a specific rank once you’ve logged so many games. When the data pool is smaller for the mmr to place you, you move more freely.
Of course your skill and performance is also a limiting factor, but for those of you who have been hard stuck for awhile, give a second account a try as it has worked for me. Plus, if you’re cheap like me, it will save you money since you won’t sink money into one account for skins/season pass.
If anyone else has tried this let me know how it has done for you. Happy climbing!
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2023.06.09 16:12 theclosetatheist Awkward fake nail solidarity
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(Tried to post in the FB group but I’m in FB jail for some reason) I’ve been waiting for this crack to grow out forever and it’s finally time to cut it and start over! submitted by theclosetatheist to simplynailogical [link] [comments]
Pic #1 is Orly View from L2 and pic #3 is Orly Purple Crush with Aurora Unicorn Skin
2023.06.09 16:11 MasterRazzer76 Second Update on Axe Woves -Made a holster for the blaster -Girth Belt -Drawn on details on the buckle to look like season 3 new buckle. I don’t know why I put so much effort into this character but I enjoy making small adjustments to my figures.
2023.06.09 16:10 MasterRazzer76 Second Update on Axe Woves -Made a holster for the blaster -Girth Belt -Drawn on details on the buckle to look like season 3 new buckle. I don’t know why I put so much effort into this character but I enjoy making small adjustments to my figures.
2023.06.09 16:10 MasterRazzer76 Second Update on Axe Woves -Made a holster for the blaster -Girth Belt -Drawn on details on the buckle to look like season 3 new buckle. I don’t know why I put so much effort into this character but I enjoy making small adjustments to my figures.
2023.06.09 16:09 The_Traveller__ Y'all really couldn't let then transform?!
2023.06.09 16:08 Flaming20 This subreddit should be called critical fans of critical role
I a new listener to critrole starting in season 3, it's great! It feels like a full story that no one except Mercer knows where it's going. ( It's like charlie in the chocolate factory on that boat).
So I come onto the reddit expecting fan theories and favorite characters or backstories, etc. But almost half is just random criticisms that seem super minor and overly mean. Like their playing a game of lore chicken? I mean yeah a bit but that's how you make a series last this long you don't just lore dump in 20 episodes.
Idk I just wanna see more love in this subreddit.
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2023.06.09 16:07 Tagzil How Many Game Top 5's/3's/1's Each MCC Participant Has in Season 3.
2023.06.09 16:07 mikehutsom88 Now that is all said and done, Do you consider Season 10 the best VPR season?
Well for starter I personally have it rank higher than seasons 5 and 7-9. I liked seasons 1, 4, and 6 but 10 had higher highs. BUT I cannot pretend that pre-scandoval episode/hints (Like Ken doing a driveby acting gig) were as great as season 2/3 consistent great episodes. Season 2 is still my favorite season because it was more consistent EVEN THOUGH Scandoval had a higher high and ultimately better payout.
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2023.06.09 16:04 throwawayskeet12 Non Colorado resident Nuggets fans…What’s your story?
It’s a great time to be a nuggets fan. The furthest we’ve ever been, with the best player in the world with the best partner we could ask for. Surrounded by a truly championship level team. We built this the right way. No skipping steps. Sticking together. Believing in our guys. Feels so good to be in this position.
But this post is about us out of towners. I’m just curious to know how ya’ll chose the nuggets. Never glamorous, never top dog, but we became fans anyways. How did that come to be for you?
As for me… I grew up in Hawaii, I’m 34 now. I was a bronco fan first thru family but once I came to love watching the NBA, my family wasn’t exactly the basketball watching type and I didn’t know who to choose. We’re surrounded by Lakers (by far)/Bulls(MJ)/and now Warriors fans here in the islands because of course right? But I always just had a deep disdain for the Lakers. Where it came from im not sure. Was it because I wanted to go against the crowd? Yea that’s part of it. But growing up I just didn’t connect with the sensationalism of the superstar basketball of those times.. I always had a like for nuggets since my bronco fandom just lured me towards them, but I didn’t truly have a team. But I did have a hatred, a true hatred for that laker team when they signed Karl Malone and Gary Payton and everyone and their mamas were just so confident the lakers (remember, Hawaii is a HEAVILY weighted lakers spot) we’re gonna easily take the trophy home that year.
And then came those finals, the no superstar Deeeetroit pistons with just nasty D and team wide play absolutely obliterated that first super team in my eyes and I absolutely reveled in it. I was in awe of the way this TEAM destroyed what was thought to be one of the best star studded teams of all time.
I was still young and still hadn’t adopted a team as “mine” quite yet. But that experience made me love the “team” over “stars” phenomenon. Then billups from that team came over that peaked my interest in the nuggets even more so.
It didn’t become a true love though until the season where the nuggets truly had no superstar but a team. A team that just ran roughshod through everyone at home. That 39-3(???) home record team in my high school years really scooped me in. That TEAM play just felt right. Run and gun, depth, no true superstar but still amazing team. Just tickled my pickle and I was hooked.
And this team now, epitomizes that EXACT feeling I had falling in love with those nuggets. A true TEAM led by the ultimate TEAM player. Built the right way thru all the super team bull shit era. I am so proud I chose this team. Sure everything runs thru Jokic Murray two man game, but this is a TEAM. Built not bought. Patience, belief, vision of seeing it come together. It’s all paying off. Whether we complete the full journey, is secondary (sort of nugs in 5). The growth of this team and being where we are is so worth all of the doubt, all the “get back in your place nuggets” type talk, all the bullshit. I can’t imagine how ya’ll lifetime nuggets fans feel, it must be amazing considering the nuggets history..because I already feel vindicated. We knew, we truly knew this core was capable of becoming this. And whether we finish it off or not, it’s so funny to see everyone finally respect us and see we were correct about this team.
Now I’m just rambling because I’m drunk ya’ll. I’m sorry. I had to put this shit down because this team is something special and I had to. Put it down somewhere.
For English, for Thompson, for lever, for Karl, for Danilo, for Faried, for Lawson.
For Gary, for Monte, for Thrill, for Millsap and all those in between.
Bring it in, go nuggets.
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2023.06.09 16:03 Thisvthat Anime On Amazon: The Collapse of Anime Strike
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Transcript: On January 12, 2017, Amazon launched Anime Strike–an anime focused subscription service– in the United States. It was launched on Amazon Channels, a program that allowed Amazon Prime customers to subscribe to various channels like HBO, Starz, and Showtime through their platform. If you decided to subscribe to Anime Strike, you wouldn’t have to see any ads but it would cost you $4.99 a month. In addition to video-on-demand, the service would also be simulcasting various shows from Japan, like Blue Exorcist: Kyoto Saga. In order to pull more fans to the service, Amazon had acquired the exclusive U.S. streaming rights for several anime, including Scum’s Wish and The Great Passage.
Anime Strike was Amazon’s first attempt at creating an original channel. As for why they decided to target anime fans, they thought that they could fill a gap left open by traditional media. According to Michael Paull, Amazon’s Vice President of Digital Video and the lead of Amazon Channels, “With anime in particular, there’s a strong, passionate audience that is underserved by traditional pay TV.”
The service faced criticism immediately upon release, with its price at the center of attention. As mentioned previously, Amazon Channels were only available to Amazon Prime customers, and each channel required its own, separate, subscription. Meaning that you’d have to pay $99 a year, or $12.99 a month, for Amazon Prime and then an additional $4.99 a month if you wanted to watch Anime Strike. This would make it significantly more expensive than other anime streaming services like Crunchyroll and Funimation, and still more expensive than less anime-focused services like Hulu and Netflix. And, unlike Funimation and Crunchyroll, there wasn’t a cheaper, ad-supported, option for viewers. If all you wanted to do was watch the anime on Amazon’s new service, it wouldn’t be cheap.
When Anime News Network asked about why they decided to charge an additional fee on top of a Prime subscription, here was Michael Paull’s response, “Well, the definition of TV has changed a lot over the last couple years. At the highest level, there's increased customer choice with the growth of on-demand programming and the proliferation of channels and ways to get those channels. It's become all about bringing customers what they want to watch, when and where they want to watch it. That's what we've done with Anime Strike. There's a passionate group of fans who would love to have anime content all in one place, and to do that made sense – to create a separate, dedicated channel. There's much more anime content available as part of the subscription than what can be found in Prime Video, which is similar to other channels like HBO, or PBS Kids for example.”
While it would feature more than 1000 episodes and movies, Anime Strike’s catalog wasn’t very impressive when compared to Crunchyroll and Funimation. But, with the Spring anime season just around the corner, they didn’t waste time. In March, they signed deals with both Sentai Filmworks and Aniplex. And, on April 5, 2017, Anime Strike announced their Spring line-up, which featured 12 shows, with 10 of them being Anime Strike exclusives. And these exclusive agreements highlighted another problem that fans had with the service: further fragmentation.
After Funimation and Crunchyroll’s partnership agreement was signed in 2016, it looked like anime fans would finally have an “all-in-one” streaming service. If you wanted to watch simulcasted anime, a Crunchyroll subscription would get you most of the way there. If you wanted dubs, the same was true for Funimation. But with Anime Strike in the mix, and gobbling up several popular exclusives, this was no longer true. And it seems as if Amazon’s strategy was paying off. In a statement to Forbes, Amazon announced that Anime Strike was performing better than they expected. “Anime Strike is performing great… Signups are higher than initial projections as we add more content and more features. Besides new episodes every week and new shows every season, we’ve been able to introduce new things that anime fans weren’t able to get before like the ability to download and watch thousands of episodes or movies on Anime Strike to their smartphone and tablet (which is awesome for anyone who’ll be traveling a lot this summer) or a free manga every month from ComiXology.”
And all of those signups were from the United States. From the very beginning, Amazon hadn’t been willing to say anything about releasing Anime Strike in other markets.
[Mother’s Basement]: “Amazon Prime Video only just became available to Canada this winter, when it was also rolled out to the rest of the world. But, even now, it feels like the ‘rest of the world’ is an afterthought for Amazon. The Prime Video app still isn’t available on any Canadian app store for any of the devices that are currently plugged into my TV. And the actual Anime Strike service isn’t available here at all. Which means that what few shows that we do have are one, or more, episodes behind and we have no way to access their premium simulcast service.”
When asked about this on launch day, they didn’t have anything to say. And when asked a similar question by Forbes in May, their response was a little longer, but still didn’t say anything.
News slowed down until June 30, when Anime Strike announced their summer line-up. However, there was a significant drop off in the number of exclusives. Out of the 11 new shows in the line-up, only three of them were exclusives. And, while no one knew it at the time, this was the beginning of the end. News would dry up over the course of the summer season, and the channel’s social media accounts went silent. Anime Strike would release its Fall line-up on October 3, and it would only include two exclusive shows. News would dry up again and the winter season would pass without Anime Strike releasing a new exclusive line-up. Then, on January 5, 2018, less than a year after the service was launched, Anime Strike was shut down. All of the content that was originally exclusive to Anime Strike would be available through Prime Video, and all existing subscriptions to the channel would be automatically canceled.
Despite its problems, it was surprising to see the service shuttered so quickly. Amazon was, at least initially, willing to dump lots of money into the service in order to secure exclusive streaming rights and pull in customers. But it looks like, at some point in the middle of 2017, things changed. According to Justin Saviks, The Answerman, “Anime Strike's demise wasn't solely because it disappointed the market it was trying to serve, though. The service was one part of a much bigger picture: the fact that Amazon's streaming service just isn't doing well, in general. The last quarter of 2017 was a tumultuous one for Amazon Studios. After a promising early start … the network spent an ungodly sum of money on shows that ultimately failed… Anime Strike and its sister service Heera (which specialized in Bollywood movies) were part of the vision of that old regime. When the new management took over, they no doubt saw how the two secondary services were performing and decided not to continue throwing money at them. We can only guess as to their logic, but they no doubt have bigger fish to fry. Rather than continuing to throw money at a small audience that's turned hostile towards them, I'm sure they think it a better idea to concentrate on making a new mainstream hit [Edited for clarity].”
Anime Strike is an interesting note in the history of anime streaming. Despite lasting for less than a year, it managed to become, probably, the most hated anime streaming service ever.
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2023.06.09 16:03 seconddot57 In season 3, ‘Cocktails’, Dwight wants to know where to get a rocking chair like the one in David Wallis’ sons room. By season 9, he has one.
2023.06.09 16:03 Sensitive-Sea23 Am I (29f) being too demanding and not understanding my partner (28m) enough?
Okay, I've debated making this for months for a few reasons. I'm kinda worried about my partner somehow finding this, and putting the pieces together it's about us and he'll get very upset. Actually really scared.
I guess another reason is just judgement? Or all of this sounds really silly. Sorry, I'll get on with it. To understand better here's some context.
I've been with my partner for about nearly 7 years. We've been married for about 4. Before even meeting him and dating he had been dedicating a lot time to an MMO game. I am a gamer as well so we connected through mutual interests and so on. However, I don't play MMOs. They never appealed to me.
This game is really important to him, series wise, and it was something him and his brother once shared. Early dating and living together he would go all day at the game, I mean all day. I used to work 12 hour shifts so he'd be playing when I'd get home and go right to sleep since my next shift was in 12 hours. And when I'd wake up to start getting ready, roughly 10 hours later, he'd still be playing, and its not that he stopped and just picked it back up. He just, hadn't moved.
It got to the point he said we'd do something and I'd be waiting on him to finish up on the game, and hours later, he's not done with the daily duties. I don't play this MMO, so honestly I don't know if realistically it takes this long. I did give him an ultimatum and tell him he had an addiction after a few months. It was me or the game. And he stopped. Honestly our relationship felt great. I did feel a bit bad though.
Okay, here's where we get to my main question and concerns. 3 years ago we moved overseas due to his work. A few months in, he brought up he missed playing, and missed some of the friends he made through the game.
I felt sympathetic, and honestly a bit guilty too. He also was hesitant to start because he was worried he'd be too behind story wise, raids, etc.
I encouraged he should try, as long as he promised to not let it get out of hand again.
3 years later and being overseas, he's the breadwinner. He pays the bills, he goes to work, provides needs, and he 100% financially supports me. He's often exhausted from work, I get that.
The usual routine is he gets home, and hops on his computer, starts a discord call, and that's the rest of the night. It's practically like this several days a week.
I tried to gently approach this many times. Explaining how with his attention just being focused something else often, I am lonely. I have no one else. I miss him, since him wearing headphones being in a call, we don't even converse that entire time. Also I am genuinely concerned with his well being and health because I truly care. On average he stays up very late playing on work nights and he's definitely tired constantly. He usually says it's because of stress and work. On weekends, I'd argue he plays at least 10 to 12 hours a day. He's taken weeks off in the past from work to dedicate it to these "raids"
When approached about the subject, it usually erupts into a really nasty conversation, ending with me in tears. He gets angry because he feels I'm "trying to control what he does in his free time" he wants "his freedom" he "deserves to relax and unwind in his free time" "he wants to decide when he wants to do something else" "it's one of the few things that helps with his stress" me bringing it up "stresses him out and makes him feel guilty" he's "an adult and can decide to do whatever he wants"
I often just.. don't say anything anymore if I can. I don't want to start anything. I'd rather try to keep the peace than have him get wound up about the subject as he always does
I never brought up quitting, but I have asked if there's any way to play less. Besides what he has said, these "raids" are very important to him. I'm a gamer too, I get the grind, the item drops, etc. His words to my understanding, if he's not at it every night, he will get behind and have no one to raid these certain fights with because of the timezone. Why? It's important to him and because of the rewards, etc.
Today he actually offered to go out to get some food, and I asked if he was sure since I figured he was tired. Half way eating be brought up "I didn't think this would take this long. Now I lost a day to "prog" because no one is going to be on because of the timezone and everyone is moving on to the next fight and I have to work twice as hard" I didn't really finish my food and I suggested we go so we didn't take up anymore time. I felt bad and I did understand to an extent.
Maybe I really am the problem? Is this game that time consuming? Am I not being considerate enough? He is right, he is an adult, he is allowed to make his own decisions. Because I don't play this specific game am I just not understanding all this?
He's talking with his discord friends he plays and talks to all the time right now, but it sounds like he didn't find anyone to raid with tonight because we got home too late.
He has his good moments, I feel I need to mention this, and at the end of the day, he does provide and pay the bills, my bills too, but during these "raids seasons" this is all his time and any disturbing him seems to really just set him off.
I've been feeling incredibly guilty all night. I feel guilty I ruined his weekend. I'm so sorry this post was so long and so much rambling. Hopefully someone who also plays can shed some light to maybe help me understand too. I always have been a overly needy person
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2023.06.09 16:02 AutoModerator [Live] Fortnite XSX Chapter 4 Season 3 Countdown, New Update & Buying Ba...
2023.06.09 16:02 Latiospoon Subreddits thoughts on this season launch?
I'm absolutely not one to post on reddit - but no one is talking about the gameplay.
Past season launches have brought big changes to the core gameplay. such as C2 S3 bringing a flood to the map, C2 S5 bringing sand tunneling and C3 S4 bringing us chrome splashes. Here, 80% of the content is reused - grind rails, rideable animals, combat caches, you get a mythic from an island that rifts in, mythic from vaults, powerful collaboration item at the centre of the lootpool, upcoming reused invisibility item... chugs vaulted? kegs vaulted? slurp juice is still in? mud exploits have already been discovered? Do they even playtest their game?
My copium right now is that the rumours of large amounts of staff being moved to chapter 5 is true and theyre tight on resources right now but I am so sick of saying 'maybe next season!'
I don't think I can do this anymore, games been awful since c3 s1 but the people on this subreddit seem to love it and throw money at it whilst spitting the most braindead takes as if they don't even play the game themselves. This is the fastest I've ever gotten off of a season because it really is just the same thing that we have been playing for the last 3 months, it really is a shame - seasons used to be unique and vastly different, even looking back on chapter 3 there were major gameplay differences
and regarding story... you're telling me OPTIMUS PRIME from the HIT FRANCHISE TRANSFORMERS is telling me that the ZERO POINT IS GOING TO COLLAPSE?! - does this really excite you?
are none of you sick of this yet? it might just be because most of you are newer and this all feels new to you but as someone who has been here since the beginning you really do take notice of epic's patterns and how they have changed their development priorities.
I'm ready to be bombarded with hate and downvotes by people who take pride in being 'casual' and despising builders for absolutely no reason but I don't really care as reddit isn't something I use often at all but all. All I've been seeing are people talking about how raptors are a different colour or how the brand new collab is so awesome or how doctor slone is back but no one is talking about the actual game - do you really care more about the half assed story and enjoy the constant mythic bombardment in the loot pool?
'The season JUST came out'.No. It came out 3 months ago, man. It's the same thing - and most upcoming content is reused too.
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2023.06.09 16:02 Naughtythoughts724 The New Mythic Essence Skinline (Cristalis Motus) is just Hextech again.
Riot promised us that the new Seasonal Mythic Skins will actually be worth buying.
So we got Ashen Knight, with an actual gimmick exclusive to them (and a sick thematic). Even tho Pyke was peak Ashen Knight
and the others got a somewhat watered down gimmick with the choir being integrated into their ultimates (still sick), they at least had something special compared to 1350 RP skins.
Now we are at Cristalis Motus Leona
and that skin has literally nothing special, its just a plain (good looking) 1350 RP. This is insulting, we were promised improvement compared to Hextech line and a more worth to purchase Mythic skin in general.
ME is expensive and selling you a 1350RP AGAIN for 100ME is just a plain insult.
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2023.06.09 16:02 mimi_nivi Idk how to get back to myself
My (F29) mom(F52) passed away unexpectedly back in March of this year and I am not coping well. I am trying to move forward and I am just not coping well at all. I have lost all discipline in my life. I moved into my own apartment back in January right before all of this happened. It’s hard to explain how the condition of my apartment is parallel to how I feel about myself right now. I have gained weight, I started drinking, smoking weed again, though I have given both of these up. I have slept around a lot the past 3 months than I have the past tens years. I feel ugly, fat, and I want to be alone. I don’t know how to move on from this. My apartment is a fucking dump, not due to my negligence but because it’s old, smelly, and has major pests problems that seem to be unresolved. I never want to be home and want to break my lease. If I can’t be comfortable in my skin than I would like to have been comfortable in my own home but I don’t the ability to do either and I honestly want to just crawl in a corner and never come out. I just don’t feel okay. I have this emptiness in my heart.
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