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2023.03.29 11:11 StepwiseUndrape574 Alarming GTA Online Exploit Enables Cheaters To Corrupt Accounts But A Fix Is Inbound
Rockstar Games is a studio that invokes feelings of enjoyment and feelings of ire, the latter primarily for opponents of the studio's works, often parents. That's thanks to the studio's reputation as the creator and distributor of games that often contain sexuality, violence, and swearing. That has drawn them some legal attention over the years, though the one lawyer who was usually on the crusade, Jack Thompson, is now disbarred. The issue lately, though, is that the popular Online portion of Grand Theft Auto 5, GTA Online, has a very nasty exploit crop up that can allow for remote code execution (RCE).
The exploit can allow cheaters to remotely add, remove, and modify stats. It could also permanently corrupt the data on another player's account. Any of these issues, in turn, means that Rockstar's systems could permanently ban or delete an innocent player's account on GTA Online.
Just modifying the games files is bad enough, but some say that this RCE could potentially allow for code execution at the system level. The issue is has created so much concern that the current advisement by the community for PC gamers is to either ensure a certain firewall rule is in place, or just not play at all. We'd opt for the later. If, for some reason, your game data does get corrupted, though, there is a fix. Find the "Rockstar Games" folder on your PC's Documents folder and delete it. The files should refresh upon reloading the game.
Rockstar was made aware, rather rapidly, thanks to the subreddit for the game and are working on a fix. This has prompted the Rockstar Support Twitter to make a post indicating a Title Update is coming to GTA Online. The company has even posted a job listing on LinkedIn for a Cheat Software Analyst to add to its staff.
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As the Tweet says, if you feel you have been affected by cheaters, make sure you contact Rockstar Support. We're hoping this doesn't take too much of Rockstar's attention from from Grand Theft Auto 6, because we're pretty excited for it with all the leaks so far. Still, an RCE exploit is a big concern, and resolving it should be of the highest priority.
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2023.03.29 11:10 WorkQuest_co Building a Sustainable Career on WorkQuest: Balancing Passion and Profit
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2023.03.29 10:54 Soft-Explanation-542 Advice needed: should I save for a deposit or invest?
Over the last 18 months I've had a significant stroke of luck within my career. For context I'm a 27m and was earning $18k p.a working remotely abroad. Recently relocated to London and my tech job has paid £137k this financial year.
I realise I am in extremely fortunate position. Unfortunately I've only found this sub recently and being foolish splurged unnecessary sums whilst acclimatising myself to my pay cheque change.
I have been able to save some money. Currently have £27200 in a Nutmeg S&S ISA & £3200 in an emergency fund (my focus is to increase this).
My current outgoings are"£650 rent + 150 bills.£1500 - 2k everything else (looking to reduce this..)
Where my situation becomes a little more complicated. I can work fully remote and have recently spent a few months working in Spain and the new digital nomad visa they are offering appeals me. Previously I had always planned to get on the property ladder in London as quickly as possible and have more or less been working towards saving a 10% deposit (around 50k~).
However if I plan to live on and off in Spain for a few years, is the deposit better of sat in Vanguard S&S to be taken out and used on a deposit in 36 months, or should I aim to buy sooner rather than later (an perhaps take advantage of the forecasted slightly decreasing housing prices in London over the next year or two?)
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2023.03.29 10:33 HeadOfSpectre I Finally Found Out Why Dolls Keep Washing Up On The Beach
I’ve been keeping the Everfolk Point Lighthouse for around four years now. It’s a decent enough job, although probably not what one might imagine if they signed up to be a lighthouse keeper.
I figure that people probably picture me living alone on some desolate rock, spending my days tending to chores and looking sternly out at the sea during the evenings with a cup of warm grog but that’s really only half true.
For starters, I’m not alone. There’s always been at least one other person with me during my rotations at the lighthouse. It’s better to work in teams, partially because it’s good to have company and partially because in case anything happens, it’s better to have someone who can call for help. Working at any lighthouse can be dangerous. When you’re that close to the sea, any storms that come your way hit you like a brick and if you’re not prepared, they
will kill you dead.
Working at a lighthouse is hard work too. I’ve met some folks who think that the job is just turning the light on and off again, but it’s nowhere near that simple. All lighthouses, even the automated ones still need maintenance. The storms that come off the water wear them down quickly, so you spend most of your time shoring them up, making repairs, and doing maintenance. In the four years, I’ve worked at Everfolk Point, I’ve probably repainted the whole property two or three times and I wouldn’t be surprised if I have to repaint it two or three more before I get transferred.
That said, while they work me like a dog, it’s not all bad. I don’t actually stay at the lighthouse 365 days a year. I spend one month there, and then I get one month off. In effect, I’m really only working six months out of the year. They do it to prevent people going stir crazy, like you see in the movies, although it doesn’t stop you from going a
little crazy.
Simply put - when you’re working at the lighthouse, things can get a little weird and that’s okay! You’re more or less completely cut off from the rest of the world save for one radio you’re only expected to use in an emergency and little to do in your leisure time. Put in those circumstances, people tend to find some interesting hobbies to keep themselves occupied.
For example - one of the guys I often worked with, Gideon took an interest in taxidermy and collecting bones. He’d find dead animals washed up on shore or out in the woods and turn them into little projects. He actually got pretty good at it. Once he even brought home a freaking moose skull. It was simultaneously the creepiest and coolest thing I’d ever seen in my life. He brought that skull home with him after our rotation ended, and as far as I know, it hangs in his living room to this day.
Personally? I always passed the time by baking bread. I’d originally only started doing it out of necessity (we had to make most of our food completely from scratch) but after my first few batches turned out badly, I wanted to up my game and may have gotten a little obsessed with it. Oh, I could talk for hours about baking bread! I’ve even come up with my own recipes! I make this fantastic, spicy, cheesy bread that’s to die for! It’s great for a sandwich. And lately, I’ve been expanding into bagels which is kinda an art form in and of itself. If you’ve never made bagels from scratch before, you just haven’t lived. A real homemade bagel makes the stuff you get at the grocery store look like a sad joke. One taste of the real thing and you’ll never be able to go back!
Ah, but there I go getting all carried away. I didn’t sit down to talk about bread. That’s not what’s really on my mind tonight, no.
See, I got back from my last rotation about three days ago but I’ve had this particular incident on my mind for almost two weeks now. I really don’t know what to make of it. I’ve filed the relevant reports, of course, and as far as I know, the situation is technically resolved but that hasn’t given me much in the way of closure. I suppose I’m hoping that by sharing it here and putting it out into the world, that will change.
I worked at a few different lighthouses before I got posted at Everfolk, and as I said before I know that sometimes the isolation can make you a little weird. But in my experience, it’s always been the people who’ve been weird, and up until I went to Everfolk I hadn’t seen a single thing I couldn’t logically explain. But when I started finding the dolls, that all changed.
I first noticed them a few months after first starting my posting at Everfolk. It’d been a quiet Sunday morning and I’d been going down the beach to do some fishing when I saw one. I’d initially figured that it was just garbage. We saw plenty of it washed up on the rocky beach. Usually, I’d just pick it up and get rid of it. But as I went to grab it, I noticed the puffy cheeks and squashed nose. As I looked down at the face, it clicked that what I was looking at was the face of a baby and I felt a brief stab of panic before realizing that this thankfully wasn’t the corpse of an actual baby. It was just a doll. It was worn down by the elements, yes and it sure as heck looked like it’d seen better days, but it was just an ordinary baby doll.
Well… mostly ordinary. When I picked it up to inspect it, I couldn’t help but notice that somebody had gone through the effort of putting actual baby clothes on it. This stuff looked handmade. Honestly, the sight of it kinda broke my heart. Once upon a time, somebody must’ve really loved this doll and it was a little tragic to find it washed up on some faraway shore. The idea of just casually throwing it out didn’t really appeal to me. Call me sentimental, but hurling something that well loved into the trash just felt… wrong. So, I kept it and as I went down to my usual fishing spot, I carried it with me so it would dry and not soak the contents of my backpack. I guess I’d wondered if maybe I could somehow find its owner. The internet is a big place, maybe if I posted it when I got back home I could reunite it with whoever the original owner was. Even if they didn’t want the doll back (it was in pretty rough shape) the clothes could probably still be salvaged.
***
“That’s gotta be the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” said the girl I’d been working with back during my first rotation at the lighthouse. Her name was Ashley and she'd been there for two years longer than I had.
“Oh come on, look at his little coat, it’s kinda cute,” I’d replied.
Ashley had just grimaced.
“It’s still got weeds tangled in it,” She said. “And look at the eyes, the paints faded off.”
“Eh, give him a little TLC and he’ll be right as rain,” I said although Ashley didn’t seem convinced. She just stared mistrustfully down at the doll, inspecting it without daring to put her hands on it.
I was busy preparing that day’s catch for dinner, and Ashley reached over to take one of the wooden spoons we used for cooking so she could use the handle to turn the doll over.
“Look at the teeth marks on it too… something’s been chewing on this,” She noted.
“They’re battle scars,” I said. “No fun going on an ordeal like this without some battle scars, right? And besides, I always thought flaws like that gave something a little bit of personality.”
Again, Ashley just huffed.
“There’s some cracks on the back of the head,” She noted.
“I saw some coyotes down by the beach the other day, maybe they thought it was food,” I said with a shrug. “I’ll glue it and patch it up. Then see if I can’t find the original owner. I’ll bet some kid probably wants this back.”
“You are aware that this thing’s probably been floating out at sea for years, right?” She asked.
Again, I just shrugged.
“Well, maybe I’ll make some random woman's day, then,” I said and that was that.
True to my word, I did post some photos of the doll I’d found online when my rotation ended although I never heard anything back about it. A few people commented on just how creepy the doll was, but I didn’t really pay them much mind. It was an abandoned doll that had washed up on a remote beach in Labrador. Of course, it was doomed to be a little bit creepy. But I was hoping that somebody would claim it all the same, and when nobody did I still kept the doll, putting it on the desk of my apartment just in case. It still felt wrong to just throw it out after all.
***
I found the next doll about four months later, during one of my winter rotations. I was working with Ashley again, and we’d been trying to shore up the lighthouse against an oncoming blizzard that was due to hit us that night. The winds were pretty strong that day and had already torn some shingles off of the shack where the fog horn was kept. It’d blown them down toward the beach, and I’d gone down to collect them. We couldn’t fix the shed until after the storm, obviously. Just being too close to the fog horn would’ve shattered your eardrums. Even from down on the beach, the periodic drone from the horn made my entire body shake. Even in the cabin, we had to time our conversations around it lest it interrupt us. But, I figured it was better to at least have the shingles so we could do the repairs later and while I was collecting them I noticed another shape lodged between some of the rocks.
This doll was in significantly worse shape than the last one I’d found. In fact, I didn’t even recognize it as a doll at first. The head was completely missing and the body was tattered to the point where I could see the bendable joints inside.
This one was past saving, but I still brought it with me if for no other reason than to get it off the beach. After I’d finished up outside, I came in to find Ashley drinking a cup of hot chocolate in our kitchen, sitting comfortably under a stained glass mural of a ship she’d painted.
“Made you a cup,” She said gesturing to a steaming hot cup of coca on the table beside her, before noticing the tattered doll in my hand. “Oh God, not another one!”
“Found it down on the beach,” I said.
“You gonna fix this one up too?”
I looked down at the broken doll, before shaking my head.
“Too busted,” I said before deciding that this one needed to go in the trash.
“So that’s two now?” She asked, pausing to wait for the fog horn to sound before continuing, “Is this gonna be a thing with you?” She only seemed to be half joking.
“Well, you gotta admit it’s a little more interesting than stained glass,” I teased.
“Hey, screw you, man!” She replied, cracking a small smile. I took my coca and took a sip of it. The fog horn blared again, allowing her to continue.
“For something to keep me from going crazy, at least it’s constructive. And you gotta admit that I’m getting pretty good at it!”
I looked up at her mural and nodded in agreement. She
was getting good at it.
“We all go crazy in our own little ways,” She said. “I make stained glass, you collect weird beach dolls.”
“I mean, I don’t think taking the other one home was that weird,” I said, as the fog horn sounded again.
“I was talking more about the fact that there even are beach dolls,” She said. “That’s a little weird, don’t you think? Usually, we just see bottles, and pieces of plastic. Stuff like that. Never seen any dolls on the beach before.”
“Ocean currents, maybe?” I asked, “There’s a lotta crap out there.”
“Maybe,” She said with a shrug, “I guess it’s not the weirdest thing you could possibly find but… I dunno.”
The fog horn punctuated her sentence and I looked down at the ruined doll again. Studying it closer, I couldn’t help but remember how Ashley had mentioned that the last one looked like something had been chewing on it. This one sorta looked the same, although much worse for wear. I shrugged off the state of the doll and tossed it in the trash. No point in looking too hard at it, I figured.
***
Over the next couple of years, I found another doll once every few months down by the beach.
They weren’t all the same. Each one was different in its own unique way. The next one I found was further down the beach, near the bottom of a charming little waterfall I sometimes visited during the hikes I took during my downtime. This one opened and closed its eyes depending on if it was laying down or not, although the eyelids had partially rotted off, meaning that they technically stayed open no matter what. It seemed a little bit older than the others and was actually starting to grow moss on it. But it was intact enough that I took it with me.
I’d been working with Gideon that month, and when he saw me bring the doll in, he actually laughed at the sight of it.
“Found another one?” He asked.
“Down by the waterfall,” I replied, holding it up to show him. “Gotta say, this one doesn’t seem to be in all that bad shape!”
He just shook his head in disbelief.
“That’s easily the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” He said.
“Creepier than the moose head?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue.
I spent that afternoon cleaning the moss baby while I waited for my bread to bake. Getting the moss out of his hair was the hardest part, and even when I was done it still had a greenish tint to it. When I got back from my rotation, Moss Baby was the second doll I posted online. Just like the first, nobody came forward to claim it.
Two months later and I found a crocheted baby doll on the beach. This one was in very rough condition, having almost completely dissolved into wet threads, but I kept it anyway and tried to put it back together. It became the third I posted, although I ended up throwing it out after trying and failing to put it back together for the better part of two weeks.
As time went by, the dolls in my apartment piled up. Every few months, I’d find one I thought I could save and brought it home with me. The office of my apartment started to become something of a museum, with shelves lined with the sea battered dolls I’d found. I started seeing them less as things I hoped to return and more as mementos of my days at the lighthouse. I even kept them beside some of the gifts I’d traded with my colleagues. A mounted elk skull I’d gotten from Gideon and a stained glass sign that Ashley had painted for me as a gift that read:
Advice From The Ocean Be shore of yourself Take time to coast. Avoid pier pressure Sea lifes beauty Don’t get tide down Make waves!
I still never really considered doll collecting to be my ‘weird hobby’ but it was still turning into a hobby, I suppose… right up until I found the red haired doll.
***
It was a clear night. Gideon, Ashley, and I were all working a rotation at the lighthouse and had decided that it was the perfect night for a campfire. Ashey had brought marshmallows for just a night like this and was greedily toasting one after another and shoveling them into her mouth while Gideon sat nearby, calmly reading a book.
I’d gone down to one of our sheds near the beach to get more firewood when in the light from my lantern I saw a speck of red among the rocks. I’d paused before going to investigate and finding yet another doll there.
This one was plastic, with an ugly moping face and frizzy red hair. Someone had scribbled all over her face with a marker, giving her big glasses and an attempt at a smile, although with her face bleached pale from the sun, it made her face look more like a grinning skull than anything else.
I held on to the doll while I grabbed the firewood and brought it back with me to the campfire. I’d barely even made it back when Ashley noticed the doll.
“Oh God… Gideon, he’s got another one!”
“Seriously? Steve, where do you keep finding these?”
“On the beach,” I said plainly as I set the firewood down and held up the doll for them to see.
“It’s official, this is the worst one yet,” Ashley said, popping another marshmallow into her mouth. “Does this one look chewed up too?”
I frowned and looked down at the doll.
“A little bit,” I admitted. “But you gotta admit, it’s one for the collection!”
“Oh, so now it’s a collection,” Gideon said. “You know the first step is admitting that you’ve got a problem.”
“That what you did with your deer heads?” I teased.
“It’s not a problem, it’s art,” He replied.
“Keep telling yourself that, buddy.”
In an effort to annoy my colleagues, I set the Sad Skull Girl (as she had just been christened) down by the fire beside me. Ashley just shook her head and smoothed back her long brown hair before sitting back and reaching for another marshmallow.
“Did anyone ever claim any of those dolls you’ve been collecting?” She asked.
“Nah, they’re sitting on a shelf at home,” I said.
“There’s a shelf now?” Gideon asked, “My dude, how many of these things do you have?”
“I dunno, seven. Eight, now I guess.”
He just shook his head in faux disgust.
“Crazy…”
“Hey, I’ve still got them up online,” I said. “Maybe one day, someone will claim one!”
I had no idea how prophetic those words would turn out to be.
***
I posted Sad Skull Girl to the usual places, asking if she belonged to anyone but I never expected to get a response.
First time for everything, I guess.
I woke up around a week after I’d posted her to an email from a woman named Lillie Thompson that read as follows:
Mr. Lawson A friend of mine has shown me the doll you posted to social media recently and I regret to inform you that I do recognize it. I have a close friend - Donald Trantham who’s granddaughter owned a doll identical to the one you shared. A doll who was with her at the time of her disappearance last year. Please Mr. Lawson, can you reach out to the St. John’s police? Show them what you gave found. Donald is a dear friend of mine. He and his family have suffered greatly from their loss and I want nothing more than to see them receive some closure. Yours - Lillie Thompson
I think it goes without saying that reading that email sent a chill through me. The markings on that doll were distinct. While I was sure that identical dolls existed out there, none of them would have had a face like Sad Skull Girl. Someone had drawn on her. Tried to change her face. Tried to make her smile.
And that someone had been missing for over a year now.
Obviously, I reached out to the St. John’s Police. I sent them photos of the doll I’d found, along with Lillie Thompson’s email. Then around three days later, I had the police knocking at my door. I answered their questions, told them where I’d found the doll, and even mentioned that Gideon and Ashley had been with me when I’d found it. I even showed them some of the other dolls I’d found washed up along the shore and let the police photograph them. I didn’t think that anything would come of it… but not even a week after they’d interviewed me, they came back.
Six of the seven dolls I’d found had been connected to children who’d gone missing in the past five years. The police took them as evidence, brought me in for questioning and I told them everything. They even brought in Gideon and Ashley to confirm my stories, since they’d been with me when I’d found a couple of the dolls.
Ultimately, I wasn’t arrested. My story stood up to every question they asked. But I was still shaken down to my core. All those dolls… the ones whose owners I could not find, were mementos from some missing child, and I couldn’t deny what that probably meant.
It was a few days after the police questioned me that Ashley invited me out for coffee. We didn’t live in the same city, but she’d come down to talk to the police and figured she’d check in on me while I was there.
“All those kids…” I said, staring lifelessly down into my cup, “And what about the dolls I didn’t save… how many more…”
“Hey… you had no way of knowing,” She said, putting a reassuring hand over mine. “And you were trying to do the right thing, posting those dolls, trying to see if anyone recognized them! If you hadn’t been doing that, then those parents wouldn’t have heard anything at all! The Police wouldn’t know where to look for…” She trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence but I didn’t see any point in trying to spare my own feelings.
“Look for the bodies,” I said. I wasn’t stupid… I knew what the abandoned dolls probably meant.
Ashley gave a grim nod.
“You did what you could,” She said. “That’s all any of us can do.”
“Yeah… I guess…” I said softly, although I couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t enough. Then again… what would be enough?
“And look on the bright side, you’re not a suspect anymore! So… there’s that!” She tried to force a smile but it seemed hollow.
“Yeah, and whoever the hell’s been doing all of this is still out there,” I said. “I never saw anywhere the dolls could have come from… I never… all I was able to tell the police was that it wasn’t me!”
Ashley’s fake smile faded. She shifted uncomfortably.
“What?” I asked and she sighed.
“Okay… well… that might not be entirely true,” She said. “When I was talking to the police, they asked me if I saw anything strange out at the lighthouse over the past few years. Something that might be connected to the dolls and… I dunno, maybe it was nothing but I remembered something.”
“Wait, really?” I asked, leaning in a little closer.
“Okay so, it could be nothing!” Ashley said, “I mean, it’s
probably nothing! But every now and then I saw this boat, out on the water. It wasn’t all that big. Gunmetal gray, kinda boxy looking. I usually saw it early in the morning. It only really popped up once every month or so but it was out there pretty frequently. And… look, maybe I’m just making a connection that isn’t really there, but sometimes I thought I saw him throwing something into the water. I always figured that the guy was just out there fishing… but with this stuff about the dolls…”
My stomach turned.
“You think it was him?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Ashley said. “But the police asked if I remembered anything and that’s what I remembered!”
She took a sip of her coffee, her brow furrowed as she did.
“Maybe it’s nothing,” She said.
And maybe it was… I hoped it might be.
***
When it was time to rotate back to the lighthouse, I was almost afraid to go. I was even more afraid that Ashley and Gideon wouldn’t be there with me, but they were. Our first few days back were quiet and almost blissfully uneventful. We did our maintenance, we tended the light and we kept to ourselves. In the evenings, I baked bread while Gideon read and Ashley worked on her latest stained glass project and if ever any of us needed to go down to the beach, I let one of them do it.
I didn’t think I could handle finding another doll, knowing what it would probably mean.
For two weeks, we just sort of existed… until the morning where Ashley saw the boat again.
I’d been asleep when I heard her yelling, and coming down the stairs.
“Gideon! Steve, get on the radio!” She called.
I sat up, groggy and only half conscious as she burst into my bedroom.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“The boat,” She replied, a grave look in her eye and it took me a moment to realize what she meant.
Gideon had just barely poked his head out of his bedroom when I ran out. Ashley was already heading back out the door, a pair of binoculars in hand while I got on the radio to call the coast guard. I saw Gideon barreling down the stairs past me, running out the door after Ashley to watch the boat.
“This is Everfolk Point Lighthouse,” I said into the radio. “Calling in regarding a suspicious watercraft.”
I told them everything, before switching out with Gideon when he came back inside so I could see the boat for myself.
The gunmetal gray boat sat below the rocky cliffs in the distance, although seemed to be already moving away. Ashley offered me the binoculars and I took them, staring out at the distant boat.
Behind the wheel, I could see a man. He looked to be somewhere in his forties, with a thin scuff and dead eyes. He stared vacantly ahead, not even noticing us as he passed. I noted every detail of his face… knowing that I may need to identify him again.
He’d made it a good distance away from the cliffs when we saw the coast guards' ships arriving and as they boarded him, I felt a quiet sense of relief wash over me.
If this was the man… then they’d gotten him.
***
We heard nothing from the coast guard or the police over the next few days, although once my rotation ended and I made it back home, I heard plenty both on the local news and through a friend of mine who’d married a cop.
The man on that boat was identified as Brian Ligon. Apparently, he lived in a small cottage, outside of a town several kilometers down the coast from our lighthouse. And while they found no bodies in that cottage, they clearly found enough to arrest him.
“The way I heard it, the guy was completely nuts!” My friend said, “Soon as they booked him, he’d started screaming and ranting about how he had to kill those kids… how he was actually a good person and he had to ‘feed something’.” She’d shaken her head in disgust, “This is why I never ask about these things. It just makes me sad!”
“Well… I appreciate you asking for me,” I said.
My friend took a sip of her coffee, giving a frustrated sigh.
“Supposedly, he was throwing those dolls into the ocean because he believed their souls lived inside of them, and were feeding something in the water or something like that… either way it’s crazy.”
“Crazy…” I agreed, although my mind wandered back to the teeth marks I’d seen on some of the dolls.
I tried not to think too hard about it.
I read somewhere that Ligon was found dead in his cell the other night… and I can’t pretend that I don’t find the news of his death a little relieving. It’s clear to me that he was a monster… and that there are parts of this story that I do not want to or need to know. I’ve told myself that I won’t pry any further for the sake of my own mental health… I have enough nightmares about the dolls as it is now and there’s a very large part of me that just wants to forget that any of this ever happened.
But the questions still gnaw at me all the same.
Ligon was probably crazy… and when he said that he believed he was feeding something in the ocean, those were probably little more than the words of a deeply disturbed individual. But I can’t forget the teeth marks I saw in the plastic flesh of some of those dolls. I know it’s probably nothing, logically it has to be nothing!
And as I sit here tonight, staring at the only doll I have left, the first one I took from the beach, I can’t help but look at those old scars in her flesh and
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2023.03.29 10:32 HeadOfSpectre I Finally Found Out Why Dolls Keep Washing Up On The Beach
I’ve been keeping the Everfolk Point Lighthouse for around four years now. It’s a decent enough job, although probably not what one might imagine if they signed up to be a lighthouse keeper.
I figure that people probably picture me living alone on some desolate rock, spending my days tending to chores and looking sternly out at the sea during the evenings with a cup of warm grog but that’s really only half true.
For starters, I’m not alone. There’s always been at least one other person with me during my rotations at the lighthouse. It’s better to work in teams, partially because it’s good to have company and partially because in case anything happens, it’s better to have someone who can call for help. Working at any lighthouse can be dangerous. When you’re that close to the sea, any storms that come your way hit you like a brick and if you’re not prepared, they will kill you dead.
Working at a lighthouse is hard work too. I’ve met some folks who think that the job is just turning the light on and off again, but it’s nowhere near that simple. All lighthouses, even the automated ones still need maintenance. The storms that come off the water wear them down quickly, so you spend most of your time shoring them up, making repairs, and doing maintenance. In the four years, I’ve worked at Everfolk Point, I’ve probably repainted the whole property two or three times and I wouldn’t be surprised if I have to repaint it two or three more before I get transferred.
That said, while they work me like a dog, it’s not all bad. I don’t actually stay at the lighthouse 365 days a year. I spend one month there, and then I get one month off. In effect, I’m really only working six months out of the year. They do it to prevent people going stir crazy, like you see in the movies, although it doesn’t stop you from going a little crazy.
Simply put - when you’re working at the lighthouse, things can get a little weird and that’s okay! You’re more or less completely cut off from the rest of the world save for one radio you’re only expected to use in an emergency and little to do in your leisure time. Put in those circumstances, people tend to find some interesting hobbies to keep themselves occupied.
For example - one of the guys I often worked with, Gideon took an interest in taxidermy and collecting bones. He’d find dead animals washed up on shore or out in the woods and turn them into little projects. He actually got pretty good at it. Once he even brought home a freaking moose skull. It was simultaneously the creepiest and coolest thing I’d ever seen in my life. He brought that skull home with him after our rotation ended, and as far as I know, it hangs in his living room to this day.
Personally? I always passed the time by baking bread. I’d originally only started doing it out of necessity (we had to make most of our food completely from scratch) but after my first few batches turned out badly, I wanted to up my game and may have gotten a little obsessed with it. Oh, I could talk for hours about baking bread! I’ve even come up with my own recipes! I make this fantastic, spicy, cheesy bread that’s to die for! It’s great for a sandwich. And lately, I’ve been expanding into bagels which is kinda an art form in and of itself. If you’ve never made bagels from scratch before, you just haven’t lived. A real homemade bagel makes the stuff you get at the grocery store look like a sad joke. One taste of the real thing and you’ll never be able to go back!
Ah, but there I go getting all carried away. I didn’t sit down to talk about bread. That’s not what’s really on my mind tonight, no.
See, I got back from my last rotation about three days ago but I’ve had this particular incident on my mind for almost two weeks now. I really don’t know what to make of it. I’ve filed the relevant reports, of course, and as far as I know, the situation is technically resolved but that hasn’t given me much in the way of closure. I suppose I’m hoping that by sharing it here and putting it out into the world, that will change.
I worked at a few different lighthouses before I got posted at Everfolk, and as I said before I know that sometimes the isolation can make you a little weird. But in my experience, it’s always been the people who’ve been weird, and up until I went to Everfolk I hadn’t seen a single thing I couldn’t logically explain. But when I started finding the dolls, that all changed.
I first noticed them a few months after first starting my posting at Everfolk. It’d been a quiet Sunday morning and I’d been going down the beach to do some fishing when I saw one. I’d initially figured that it was just garbage. We saw plenty of it washed up on the rocky beach. Usually, I’d just pick it up and get rid of it. But as I went to grab it, I noticed the puffy cheeks and squashed nose. As I looked down at the face, it clicked that what I was looking at was the face of a baby and I felt a brief stab of panic before realizing that this thankfully wasn’t the corpse of an actual baby. It was just a doll. It was worn down by the elements, yes and it sure as heck looked like it’d seen better days, but it was just an ordinary baby doll.
Well… mostly ordinary. When I picked it up to inspect it, I couldn’t help but notice that somebody had gone through the effort of putting actual baby clothes on it. This stuff looked handmade. Honestly, the sight of it kinda broke my heart. Once upon a time, somebody must’ve really loved this doll and it was a little tragic to find it washed up on some faraway shore. The idea of just casually throwing it out didn’t really appeal to me. Call me sentimental, but hurling something that well loved into the trash just felt… wrong. So, I kept it and as I went down to my usual fishing spot, I carried it with me so it would dry and not soak the contents of my backpack. I guess I’d wondered if maybe I could somehow find its owner. The internet is a big place, maybe if I posted it when I got back home I could reunite it with whoever the original owner was. Even if they didn’t want the doll back (it was in pretty rough shape) the clothes could probably still be salvaged.
***
“That’s gotta be the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” said the girl I’d been working with back during my first rotation at the lighthouse. Her name was Ashley and she'd been there for two years longer than I had.
“Oh come on, look at his little coat, it’s kinda cute,” I’d replied.
Ashley had just grimaced.
“It’s still got weeds tangled in it,” She said. “And look at the eyes, the paints faded off.”
“Eh, give him a little TLC and he’ll be right as rain,” I said although Ashley didn’t seem convinced. She just stared mistrustfully down at the doll, inspecting it without daring to put her hands on it.
I was busy preparing that day’s catch for dinner, and Ashley reached over to take one of the wooden spoons we used for cooking so she could use the handle to turn the doll over.
“Look at the teeth marks on it too… something’s been chewing on this,” She noted.
“They’re battle scars,” I said. “No fun going on an ordeal like this without some battle scars, right? And besides, I always thought flaws like that gave something a little bit of personality.”
Again, Ashley just huffed.
“There’s some cracks on the back of the head,” She noted.
“I saw some coyotes down by the beach the other day, maybe they thought it was food,” I said with a shrug. “I’ll glue it and patch it up. Then see if I can’t find the original owner. I’ll bet some kid probably wants this back.”
“You are aware that this thing’s probably been floating out at sea for years, right?” She asked.
Again, I just shrugged.
“Well, maybe I’ll make some random woman's day, then,” I said and that was that.
True to my word, I did post some photos of the doll I’d found online when my rotation ended although I never heard anything back about it. A few people commented on just how creepy the doll was, but I didn’t really pay them much mind. It was an abandoned doll that had washed up on a remote beach in Labrador. Of course, it was doomed to be a little bit creepy. But I was hoping that somebody would claim it all the same, and when nobody did I still kept the doll, putting it on the desk of my apartment just in case. It still felt wrong to just throw it out after all.
***
I found the next doll about four months later, during one of my winter rotations. I was working with Ashley again, and we’d been trying to shore up the lighthouse against an oncoming blizzard that was due to hit us that night. The winds were pretty strong that day and had already torn some shingles off of the shack where the fog horn was kept. It’d blown them down toward the beach, and I’d gone down to collect them. We couldn’t fix the shed until after the storm, obviously. Just being too close to the fog horn would’ve shattered your eardrums. Even from down on the beach, the periodic drone from the horn made my entire body shake. Even in the cabin, we had to time our conversations around it lest it interrupt us. But, I figured it was better to at least have the shingles so we could do the repairs later and while I was collecting them I noticed another shape lodged between some of the rocks.
This doll was in significantly worse shape than the last one I’d found. In fact, I didn’t even recognize it as a doll at first. The head was completely missing and the body was tattered to the point where I could see the bendable joints inside.
This one was past saving, but I still brought it with me if for no other reason than to get it off the beach. After I’d finished up outside, I came in to find Ashley drinking a cup of hot chocolate in our kitchen, sitting comfortably under a stained glass mural of a ship she’d painted.
“Made you a cup,” She said gesturing to a steaming hot cup of coca on the table beside her, before noticing the tattered doll in my hand. “Oh God, not another one!”
“Found it down on the beach,” I said.
“You gonna fix this one up too?”
I looked down at the broken doll, before shaking my head.
“Too busted,” I said before deciding that this one needed to go in the trash.
“So that’s two now?” She asked, pausing to wait for the fog horn to sound before continuing, “Is this gonna be a thing with you?” She only seemed to be half joking.
“Well, you gotta admit it’s a little more interesting than stained glass,” I teased.
“Hey, screw you, man!” She replied, cracking a small smile. I took my coca and took a sip of it. The fog horn blared again, allowing her to continue.
“For something to keep me from going crazy, at least it’s constructive. And you gotta admit that I’m getting pretty good at it!”
I looked up at her mural and nodded in agreement. She was getting good at it.
“We all go crazy in our own little ways,” She said. “I make stained glass, you collect weird beach dolls.”
“I mean, I don’t think taking the other one home was that weird,” I said, as the fog horn sounded again.
“I was talking more about the fact that there even are beach dolls,” She said. “That’s a little weird, don’t you think? Usually, we just see bottles, and pieces of plastic. Stuff like that. Never seen any dolls on the beach before.”
“Ocean currents, maybe?” I asked, “There’s a lotta crap out there.”
“Maybe,” She said with a shrug, “I guess it’s not the weirdest thing you could possibly find but… I dunno.”
The fog horn punctuated her sentence and I looked down at the ruined doll again. Studying it closer, I couldn’t help but remember how Ashley had mentioned that the last one looked like something had been chewing on it. This one sorta looked the same, although much worse for wear. I shrugged off the state of the doll and tossed it in the trash. No point in looking too hard at it, I figured.
***
Over the next couple of years, I found another doll once every few months down by the beach.
They weren’t all the same. Each one was different in its own unique way. The next one I found was further down the beach, near the bottom of a charming little waterfall I sometimes visited during the hikes I took during my downtime. This one opened and closed its eyes depending on if it was laying down or not, although the eyelids had partially rotted off, meaning that they technically stayed open no matter what. It seemed a little bit older than the others and was actually starting to grow moss on it. But it was intact enough that I took it with me.
I’d been working with Gideon that month, and when he saw me bring the doll in, he actually laughed at the sight of it.
“Found another one?” He asked.
“Down by the waterfall,” I replied, holding it up to show him. “Gotta say, this one doesn’t seem to be in all that bad shape!”
He just shook his head in disbelief.
“That’s easily the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” He said.
“Creepier than the moose head?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue.
I spent that afternoon cleaning the moss baby while I waited for my bread to bake. Getting the moss out of his hair was the hardest part, and even when I was done it still had a greenish tint to it. When I got back from my rotation, Moss Baby was the second doll I posted online. Just like the first, nobody came forward to claim it.
Two months later and I found a crocheted baby doll on the beach. This one was in very rough condition, having almost completely dissolved into wet threads, but I kept it anyway and tried to put it back together. It became the third I posted, although I ended up throwing it out after trying and failing to put it back together for the better part of two weeks.
As time went by, the dolls in my apartment piled up. Every few months, I’d find one I thought I could save and brought it home with me. The office of my apartment started to become something of a museum, with shelves lined with the sea battered dolls I’d found. I started seeing them less as things I hoped to return and more as mementos of my days at the lighthouse. I even kept them beside some of the gifts I’d traded with my colleagues. A mounted elk skull I’d gotten from Gideon and a stained glass sign that Ashley had painted for me as a gift that read:
Advice From The Ocean
Be shore of yourself
Take time to coast.
Avoid pier pressure
Sea lifes beauty
Don’t get tide down
Make waves!
I still never really considered doll collecting to be my ‘weird hobby’ but it was still turning into a hobby, I suppose… right up until I found the red haired doll.
***
It was a clear night. Gideon, Ashley, and I were all working a rotation at the lighthouse and had decided that it was the perfect night for a campfire. Ashey had brought marshmallows for just a night like this and was greedily toasting one after another and shoveling them into her mouth while Gideon sat nearby, calmly reading a book.
I’d gone down to one of our sheds near the beach to get more firewood when in the light from my lantern I saw a speck of red among the rocks. I’d paused before going to investigate and finding yet another doll there.
This one was plastic, with an ugly moping face and frizzy red hair. Someone had scribbled all over her face with a marker, giving her big glasses and an attempt at a smile, although with her face bleached pale from the sun, it made her face look more like a grinning skull than anything else.
I held on to the doll while I grabbed the firewood and brought it back with me to the campfire. I’d barely even made it back when Ashley noticed the doll.
“Oh God… Gideon, he’s got another one!”
“Seriously? Steve, where do you keep finding these?”
“On the beach,” I said plainly as I set the firewood down and held up the doll for them to see.
“It’s official, this is the worst one yet,” Ashley said, popping another marshmallow into her mouth. “Does this one look chewed up too?”
I frowned and looked down at the doll.
“A little bit,” I admitted. “But you gotta admit, it’s one for the collection!”
“Oh, so now it’s a collection,” Gideon said. “You know the first step is admitting that you’ve got a problem.”
“That what you did with your deer heads?” I teased.
“It’s not a problem, it’s art,” He replied.
“Keep telling yourself that, buddy.”
In an effort to annoy my colleagues, I set the Sad Skull Girl (as she had just been christened) down by the fire beside me. Ashley just shook her head and smoothed back her long brown hair before sitting back and reaching for another marshmallow.
“Did anyone ever claim any of those dolls you’ve been collecting?” She asked.
“Nah, they’re sitting on a shelf at home,” I said.
“There’s a shelf now?” Gideon asked, “My dude, how many of these things do you have?”
“I dunno, seven. Eight, now I guess.”
He just shook his head in faux disgust.
“Crazy…”
“Hey, I’ve still got them up online,” I said. “Maybe one day, someone will claim one!”
I had no idea how prophetic those words would turn out to be.
***
I posted Sad Skull Girl to the usual places, asking if she belonged to anyone but I never expected to get a response.
First time for everything, I guess.
I woke up around a week after I’d posted her to an email from a woman named Lillie Thompson that read as follows:
Mr. Lawson
A friend of mine has shown me the doll you posted to social media recently and I regret to inform you that I do recognize it.
I have a close friend - Donald Trantham who’s granddaughter owned a doll identical to the one you shared. A doll who was with her at the time of her disappearance last year.
Please Mr. Lawson, can you reach out to the St. John’s police? Show them what you gave found. Donald is a dear friend of mine. He and his family have suffered greatly from their loss and I want nothing more than to see them receive some closure.
Yours - Lillie Thompson
I think it goes without saying that reading that email sent a chill through me. The markings on that doll were distinct. While I was sure that identical dolls existed out there, none of them would have had a face like Sad Skull Girl. Someone had drawn on her. Tried to change her face. Tried to make her smile.
And that someone had been missing for over a year now.
Obviously, I reached out to the St. John’s Police. I sent them photos of the doll I’d found, along with Lillie Thompson’s email. Then around three days later, I had the police knocking at my door. I answered their questions, told them where I’d found the doll, and even mentioned that Gideon and Ashley had been with me when I’d found it. I even showed them some of the other dolls I’d found washed up along the shore and let the police photograph them. I didn’t think that anything would come of it… but not even a week after they’d interviewed me, they came back.
Six of the seven dolls I’d found had been connected to children who’d gone missing in the past five years. The police took them as evidence, brought me in for questioning and I told them everything. They even brought in Gideon and Ashley to confirm my stories, since they’d been with me when I’d found a couple of the dolls.
Ultimately, I wasn’t arrested. My story stood up to every question they asked. But I was still shaken down to my core. All those dolls… the ones whose owners I could not find, were mementos from some missing child, and I couldn’t deny what that probably meant.
It was a few days after the police questioned me that Ashley invited me out for coffee. We didn’t live in the same city, but she’d come down to talk to the police and figured she’d check in on me while I was there.
“All those kids…” I said, staring lifelessly down into my cup, “And what about the dolls I didn’t save… how many more…”
“Hey… you had no way of knowing,” She said, putting a reassuring hand over mine. “And you were trying to do the right thing, posting those dolls, trying to see if anyone recognized them! If you hadn’t been doing that, then those parents wouldn’t have heard anything at all! The Police wouldn’t know where to look for…” She trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence but I didn’t see any point in trying to spare my own feelings.
“Look for the bodies,” I said. I wasn’t stupid… I knew what the abandoned dolls probably meant.
Ashley gave a grim nod.
“You did what you could,” She said. “That’s all any of us can do.”
“Yeah… I guess…” I said softly, although I couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t enough. Then again… what would be enough?
“And look on the bright side, you’re not a suspect anymore! So… there’s that!” She tried to force a smile but it seemed hollow.
“Yeah, and whoever the hell’s been doing all of this is still out there,” I said. “I never saw anywhere the dolls could have come from… I never… all I was able to tell the police was that it wasn’t me!”
Ashley’s fake smile faded. She shifted uncomfortably.
“What?” I asked and she sighed.
“Okay… well… that might not be entirely true,” She said. “When I was talking to the police, they asked me if I saw anything strange out at the lighthouse over the past few years. Something that might be connected to the dolls and… I dunno, maybe it was nothing but I remembered something.”
“Wait, really?” I asked, leaning in a little closer.
“Okay so, it could be nothing!” Ashley said, “I mean, it’s probably nothing! But every now and then I saw this boat, out on the water. It wasn’t all that big. Gunmetal gray, kinda boxy looking. I usually saw it early in the morning. It only really popped up once every month or so but it was out there pretty frequently. And… look, maybe I’m just making a connection that isn’t really there, but sometimes I thought I saw him throwing something into the water. I always figured that the guy was just out there fishing… but with this stuff about the dolls…”
My stomach turned.
“You think it was him?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Ashley said. “But the police asked if I remembered anything and that’s what I remembered!”
She took a sip of her coffee, her brow furrowed as she did.
“Maybe it’s nothing,” She said.
And maybe it was… I hoped it might be.
***
When it was time to rotate back to the lighthouse, I was almost afraid to go. I was even more afraid that Ashley and Gideon wouldn’t be there with me, but they were. Our first few days back were quiet and almost blissfully uneventful. We did our maintenance, we tended the light and we kept to ourselves. In the evenings, I baked bread while Gideon read and Ashley worked on her latest stained glass project and if ever any of us needed to go down to the beach, I let one of them do it.
I didn’t think I could handle finding another doll, knowing what it would probably mean.
For two weeks, we just sort of existed… until the morning where Ashley saw the boat again.
I’d been asleep when I heard her yelling, and coming down the stairs.
“Gideon! Steve, get on the radio!” She called.
I sat up, groggy and only half conscious as she burst into my bedroom.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“The boat,” She replied, a grave look in her eye and it took me a moment to realize what she meant.
Gideon had just barely poked his head out of his bedroom when I ran out. Ashley was already heading back out the door, a pair of binoculars in hand while I got on the radio to call the coast guard. I saw Gideon barreling down the stairs past me, running out the door after Ashley to watch the boat.
“This is Everfolk Point Lighthouse,” I said into the radio. “Calling in regarding a suspicious watercraft.”
I told them everything, before switching out with Gideon when he came back inside so I could see the boat for myself.
The gunmetal gray boat sat below the rocky cliffs in the distance, although seemed to be already moving away. Ashley offered me the binoculars and I took them, staring out at the distant boat.
Behind the wheel, I could see a man. He looked to be somewhere in his forties, with a thin scuff and dead eyes. He stared vacantly ahead, not even noticing us as he passed. I noted every detail of his face… knowing that I may need to identify him again.
He’d made it a good distance away from the cliffs when we saw the coast guards' ships arriving and as they boarded him, I felt a quiet sense of relief wash over me.
If this was the man… then they’d gotten him.
***
We heard nothing from the coast guard or the police over the next few days, although once my rotation ended and I made it back home, I heard plenty both on the local news and through a friend of mine who’d married a cop.
The man on that boat was identified as Brian Ligon. Apparently, he lived in a small cottage, outside of a town several kilometers down the coast from our lighthouse. And while they found no bodies in that cottage, they clearly found enough to arrest him.
“The way I heard it, the guy was completely nuts!” My friend said, “Soon as they booked him, he’d started screaming and ranting about how he had to kill those kids… how he was actually a good person and he had to ‘feed something’.” She’d shaken her head in disgust, “This is why I never ask about these things. It just makes me sad!”
“Well… I appreciate you asking for me,” I said.
My friend took a sip of her coffee, giving a frustrated sigh.
“Supposedly, he was throwing those dolls into the ocean because he believed their souls lived inside of them, and were feeding something in the water or something like that… either way it’s crazy.”
“Crazy…” I agreed, although my mind wandered back to the teeth marks I’d seen on some of the dolls.
I tried not to think too hard about it.
I read somewhere that Ligon was found dead in his cell the other night… and I can’t pretend that I don’t find the news of his death a little relieving. It’s clear to me that he was a monster… and that there are parts of this story that I do not want to or need to know. I’ve told myself that I won’t pry any further for the sake of my own mental health… I have enough nightmares about the dolls as it is now and there’s a very large part of me that just wants to forget that any of this ever happened.
But the questions still gnaw at me all the same.
Ligon was probably crazy… and when he said that he believed he was feeding something in the ocean, those were probably little more than the words of a deeply disturbed individual. But I can’t forget the teeth marks I saw in the plastic flesh of some of those dolls. I know it’s probably nothing, logically it has to be nothing!
And as I sit here tonight, staring at the only doll I have left, the first one I took from the beach, I can’t help but look at those old scars in her flesh and wonder.
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★ Talon Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $605
★ Talon Knife Scorched MW, B/O: $290
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★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $405
★ Ursus Knife Night Stripe MW, B/O: $162
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★ Paracord Knife Stained WW, B/O: $125
★ Paracord Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97
★ Paracord Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $96
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★ Navaja Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $71
★ Navaja Knife Scorched WW, B/O: $71
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★ Nomad Knife Fade FN, B/O: $1015
★ Skeleton Knife, B/O: $909
★ Bowie Knife Boreal Forest MW, B/O: $106
★ Survival Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97
GLOVES
★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave FT, B/O: $335
★ Driver Gloves King Snake BS, B/O: $270
★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave WW, B/O: $113
★ Driver Gloves Overtake WW, B/O: $88
★ Driver Gloves Overtake BS, B/O: $67
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★ Moto Gloves Transport MW, B/O: $171
★ Moto Gloves Polygon BS, B/O: $137
★ Moto Gloves Transport WW, B/O: $71
★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $62
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★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono WW, B/O: $1027
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike FT, B/O: $654
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul FT, B/O: $295
★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander FT, B/O: $277
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web FT, B/O: $275
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★ Sport Gloves Slingshot FT, B/O: $796
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious BS #2, B/O: $699
★ Sport Gloves Omega FT, B/O: $656
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★ Broken Fang Gloves Unhinged BS, B/O: $60
WEAPONS
AK-47 Case Hardened BS, B/O: $130
AK-47 Bloodsport MW, B/O: $79
AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76
AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76
AK-47 Bloodsport FT, B/O: $70
AK-47 Neon Rider MW, B/O: $60
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AWP Fade FN, B/O: $864
AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $84
AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69
AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69
AWP Wildfire FT, B/O: $59
AWP Chromatic Aberration FN, B/O: $59
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65
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Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565
Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565
Desert Eagle Printstream FN, B/O: $155
Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $58
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M4A1-S Icarus Fell FN, B/O: $414
M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204
M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204
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M4A4 Poseidon FN, B/O: $1402
M4A4 The Emperor FN, B/O: $152
M4A4 Asiimov WW, B/O: $97
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USP-S Kill Confirmed MW, B/O: $65
USP-S Printstream FT, B/O: $69
StatTrak™ USP-S Kill Confirmed FT, B/O: $123
StatTrak™ USP-S Neo-Noir FN, B/O: $106
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AUG Flame Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $218
P2000 Ocean Foam FN, B/O: $139
Souvenir SSG 08 Death Strike MW, B/O: $81
CZ75-Auto Emerald Quartz MW, B/O: $61
Knives - Bowie Knife, Butterfly Knife, Falchion Knife, Flip Knife, Gut Knife, Huntsman Knife, M9 Bayonet, Bayonet, Karambit, Shadow Daggers, Stiletto Knife, Ursus Knife, Navaja Knife, Talon Knife, Classic Knife, Paracord Knife, Survival Knife, Nomad Knife, Skeleton Knife, Patterns - Gamma Doppler, Doppler (Phase 1, Phase 2, Phase 3, Phase 4, Black Pearl, Sapphire, Ruby, Emerald), Crimson Web, Lore, Fade, Ultraviolet, Night, Marble Fade (Fire & Ice, Fake FI), Case Hardened (Blue Gem), Autotronic, Slaughter, Black Laminate, Tiger Tooth, Boreal Forest, Scorched, Blue Steel, Vanilla, Damascus Steel, Forest DDPAT, Urban Masked, Freehand, Stained, Bright Water, Safari Mesh, Rust Coat, Gloves - Bloodhound Gloves (Charred, Snakebite, Guerrilla, Bronzed), Driver Gloves (Snow Leopard, King Snake, Crimson Weave, Imperial Plaid, Black Tie, Lunar Weave, Diamondback, Rezan the Red, Overtake, Queen Jaguar, Convoy, Racing Green), Hand Wraps (Cobalt Skulls, CAUTION!, Overprint, Slaughter, Leather, Giraffe, Badlands, Spruce DDPAT, Arboreal, Constrictor, Desert Shamagh, Duct Tape), Moto Gloves (Spearmint, POW!, Cool Mint, Smoke Out, Finish Line, Polygon, Blood Pressure, Turtle, Boom!, Eclipse, 3rd Commando Company, Transport), Specialist Gloves (Crimson Kimono, Tiger Strike, Emerald Web, Field Agent, Marble Fade, Fade, Foundation, Lt. Commander, Crimson Web, Mogul, Forest DDPAT, Buckshot), Sport Gloves (Pandora's Box, Superconductor, Hedge Maze, Vice, Amphibious, Slingshot, Omega, Arid, Big Game, Nocts, Scarlet Shamagh, Bronze Morph), Hydra Gloves (Case Hardened, Emerald, Rattler, Mangrove), Broken Fang Gloves (Jade, Yellow-banded, Unhinged, Needle Point), Pistols - P2000 (Wicked Sick, Ocean Foam, Fire Element, Amber Fade, Corticera, Chainmail, Imperial Dragon, Obsidian, Scorpion, Handgun, Acid Etched), USP-S (Printstream, Kill Confirmed, Whiteout, Road Rash, Owergrowth, The Traitor, Neo-Noir, Dark Water, Orion, Blueprint, Stainless, Caiman, Serum, Monster Mashup, Royal Blue, Ancient Visions, Cortex, Orange Anolis, Ticket To Hell, Black Lotus, Cyrex, Check Engine, Guardian, Purple DDPAT, Torque, Blood Tiger, Flashback, Business Class, Pathfinder, Para Green), Lead Conduit, Glock-18 (Umbral Rabbit, Fade, Candy Apple, Bullet Queen, Synth Leaf, Neo-Noir, Nuclear Garden, Dragon Tatto, Reactor, Pink DDPAT, Twilight Galaxy, Sand Dune, Groundwater, Blue Fissure, Snack Attack, Water Elemental, Brass, Wasteland Rebel, Vogue, Franklin, Royal Legion, Gamma Doppler, Weasel, Steel Disruption, Ironwork, Grinder, High Beam, Moonrise, Oxide Blaze, Bunsen Burner, Clear Polymer, Bunsen Burner, Night), P250 (Re.built, Nuclear Threat, Modern Hunter, Splash, Whiteout, Vino Primo, Mehndi, Asiimov, Visions, Undertow, Cartel, See Ya Later, Gunsmoke, Splash, Digital Architect, Muertos, Red Rock, Bengal Tiger, Crimson Kimono, Wingshot, Metallic DDPAT, Hive, Dark Filigree, Mint Kimono), Five-Seven (Neon Kimono, Berries And Cherries, Fall Hazard, Crimson Blossom, Hyper Beast, Nitro, Fairy Tale, Case Hardened, Copper Galaxy, Angry Mob, Monkey Business, Fowl Play, Anodized Gunmetal, Hot Shot, Retrobution, Boost Protocol), CZ75-Auto (Chalice, Crimson Web, Emerald Quartz, The Fuschia is Now, Nitro, Xiangliu, Yellow Jacket, Victoria, Poison Dart, Syndicate, Eco, Hexane, Pole, Tigris), Tec-9 (Rebel, Terrace, Nuclear Threat, Hades, Rust Leaf, Decimator, Blast From, Orange Murano, Toxic, Fuel Injector, Remote Control, Bamboo Forest, Isaac, Avalanche, Brother, Re-Entry, Blue Titanium, Bamboozle), R8 Revolver (Banana Cannon, Fade, Blaze, Crimson Web, Liama Cannon, Crazy 8, Reboot, Canal Spray, Night, Amber Fade), Desert Eagle (Blaze, Hand Cannon, Fennec Fox, Sunset Storm, Emerald Jörmungandr, Pilot, Hypnotic, Golden Koi, Printstream, Cobalt Disruption, Code Red, Ocean Drive, Midnight Storm, Kumicho Dragon, Crimson Web, Heirloom, Night Heist, Mecha Industries, Night, Conspiracy, Trigger Discipline, Naga, Directive, Light Rail), Dual Berettas (Flora Carnivora, Duelist, Cobra Strike, Black Limba, Emerald, Hemoglobin, Twin Turbo, Marina, Melondrama, Pyre, Retribution, Briar, Dezastre, Royal Consorts, Urban Shock, Dualing Dragons, Panther, Balance), Rifles - Galil (Aqua Terrace, Winter Forest, Chatterbox, Sugar Rush, Pheonix Blacklight, CAUTION!, Orange DDPAT, Cerberus, Dusk Ruins, Eco, Chromatic Aberration, Stone Cold, Tuxedo, Sandstorm, Shattered, Urban Rubble, Rocket Pop, Kami, Crimson Tsunami, Connexion), SCAR-20 (Fragments, Brass, Cyrex, Palm, Splash Jam, Cardiac, Emerald, Crimson Web, Magna Carta, Stone Mosaico, Bloodsport, Enforcer), AWP (Duality, Gungnir, Dragon Lore, Prince, Medusa, Desert Hydra, Fade, Lightning Strike, Oni Taiji, Silk Tiger, Graphite, Chromatic Aberration, Asiimov, Snake Camo, Boom, Containment Breach, Wildfire, Redline, Electric Hive, Hyper Beast, Neo-Noir, Man-o'-war, Pink DDPAT, Corticera, Sun in Leo, Elite Build, Fever Dream, Atheris, Mortis, PAW, Exoskeleton, Worm God, POP AWP, Phobos, Acheron, Pit Viper, Capillary, Safari Mesh), AK-47 (Head Shot, Wild Lotus, Gold Arabesque, X-Ray, Fire Serpent, Hydroponic, Panthera Onca, Case Hardened, Vulcan, Jet Set, Fuel Injector, Bloodsport, Nightwish, First Class, Neon Rider, Asiimov, Red Laminate, Aquamarine Revenge, The Empress, Wasteland Rebel, Jaguar, Black Laminate, Leet Museo, Neon Revolution, Redline, Frontside Misty, Predator, Legion of Anubis, Point Disarray, Orbit Mk01, Blue Laminate, Green Laminate, Emerald Pinstripe, Cartel, Phantom Disruptor, Jungle Spray, Safety Net, Rat Rod, Baroque Purple, Slate, Elite Build, Uncharted, Safari Mesh), FAMAS (Sundown, Prime Conspiracy, Afterimage, Commemoration, Dark Water, Spitfire, Pulse, Eye of Athena, Meltdown, Rapid Eye Move, Roll Cage, Styx, Mecha Industrie, Djinn, ZX Spectron, Valence, Neural Net, Night Borre, Hexne), M4A4 (Temukau, Howl, Poseidon, Asiimov, Daybreak, Hellfire, Zirka, Red DDPAT, Radiation Hazard, Modern Hunter, The Emperor, The Coalition, Bullet Rain, Cyber Security, X-Ray, Dark Blossom, Buzz Kill, In Living Color, Neo-Noir, Desolate Space, 龍王 (Dragon King), Royal Paladin, The Battlestar, Global Offensive, Tooth Fairy, Desert-Strike, Griffin, Evil Daimyo, Spider Lily, Converter), M4A1-S (Emphorosaur-S, Welcome to the Jungle, Imminent Danger, Knight, Hot Rod, Icarus Fell, Blue Phosphor, Printstream, Master Piece, Dark Water, Golden Coil, Bright Water, Player Two, Atomic Alloy, Guardian, Chantico's Fire, Hyper Beast, Mecha Industries, Cyrex, Control Panel, Moss Quartz, Nightmare, Decimator, Leaded Glass, Basilisk, Blood Tiger, Briefing, Night Terror, Nitro, VariCamo, Flashback), SG 553 (Cyberforce, Hazard Pay, Bulldozer, Integrale, Dragon Tech, Ultraviolet, Colony IV, Hypnotic, Cyrex, Candy Apple, Barricade, Pulse), SSG 08 (Death Strike, Sea Calico, Blood in the Water, Orange Filigree, Dragonfire, Big Iron, Bloodshot, Detour, Turbo Peek, Red Stone), AUG (Akihabara Accept, Flame Jörmungandr, Hot Rod, Midnight Lily, Sand Storm, Carved Jade, Wings, Anodized Navy, Death by Puppy, Torque, Bengal Tiger, Chameleon, Fleet Flock, Random Access, Momentum, Syd Mead, Stymphalian, Arctic Wolf, Aristocrat, Navy Murano), G3SG1 (Chronos, Violet Murano, Flux, Demeter, Orange Kimono, The Executioner, Green Apple, Arctic Polar Camo, Contractor), SMGs - P90 (Neoqueen, Astral Jörmungandr, Run and Hide, Emerald Dragon, Cold Blooded, Death by Kitty, Baroque Red, Vent Rush, Blind Spot, Asiimov, Trigon, Sunset Lily, Death Grip, Leather, Nostalgia, Fallout Warning, Tiger Pit, Schermatic, Virus, Shapewood, Glacier Mesh, Shallow Grave, Chopper, Desert Warfare), MAC-10 (Sakkaku, Hot Snakes, Copper Borre, Red Filigree, Gold Brick, Graven, Case Hardened, Stalker, Amber Fade, Neon Rider, Tatter, Curse, Propaganda, Nuclear Garden, Disco Tech, Toybox, Heat, Indigo), UMP-45 (Wild Child, Fade, Blaze, Day Lily, Minotaur's Labyrinth, Crime Scene, Caramel, Bone Pile, Momentum, Primal Saber), MP7 (Teal Blossom, Fade, Nemesis, Whiteout, Asterion, Bloosport, Abyssal Apparition, Full Stop, Special Delivery, Neon Ply, Asterion, Ocean Foam, Powercore, Scorched, Impire), PP-Bizon (Modern Hunter, Rust Coat, Forest Leaves, Antique, High Roller, Blue Streak, Seabird, Judgement of Anubis, Bamboo Print, Embargo, Chemical Green, Coblat Halftone, Fuel Rod, Photic Zone, Irradiated Alert, Carbon Fiber), MP9 (Featherweight, Wild Lily, Pandora's Box, Stained Glass, Bulldozer, Dark Age, Hot Rod, Hypnotic, Hydra, Rose Iron, Music Box, Setting Sun, Food Chain, Airlock, Mount Fuji, Starlight Protector, Ruby Poison Dart, Deadly Poison), MP5-SD (Liquidation, Oxide Oasis, Phosphor, Nitro, Agent, Autumn Twilly), Shotguns, Machineguns - Sawed-Off (Kiss♥Love, First Class, Orange DDPAT, Rust Coat, The Kraken, Devourer, Mosaico, Wasteland Princess, Bamboo Shadow, Copper, Serenity, Limelight, Apocalypto), XM1014 (Frost Borre, Ancient Lore, Red Leather, Elegant Vines, Banana Leaf, Jungle, Urban Perforated, Grassland, Blaze Orange, Heaven Guard, VariCamo Blue, Entombed, XOXO, Seasons, Tranquility, Bone Machine, Incinegator, Teclu Burner, Black Tie, Zombie Offensive, Watchdog), Nova (Baroque Orange, Hyper Beast, Green Apple, Antique, Modern Hunter, Walnut, Forest Leaves, Graphite, Blaze Orange, Rising Skull, Tempest, Bloomstick, Interlock, Quick Sand, Moon in Libra, Clean Polymer, Red Quartz, Toy Soldier), MAG-7 (Insomnia, Cinqueda, Counter Terrace, Prism Terrace, Memento, Chainmail, Hazard, Justice, Bulldozer, Silver, Core Breach, Firestarter, Praetorian, Heat, Hard Water, Monster Call, BI83 Spectrum, SWAG-7), M249 (Humidor, Shipping Forecast, Blizzard Marbleized, Downtown, Jungle DDPAT, Nebula Crusader, Impact Drill, Emerald Poison Dart), Negev (Mjölnir, Anodized Navy, Palm, Power Loader, Bratatat, CaliCamo, Phoenix Stencil, Infrastructure, Boroque Sand), Wear - Factory New (FN), Minimal Wear (MW), Field-Tested (FT), Well-Worn (WW), Battle-Scarred (BS), Stickers Holo/Foil/Gold - Katowice 2014, Krakow 2017, Howling Dawn, Katowice 2015, Crown, London 2018, Cologne 2014, Boston 2018, Atlanta 2017, Cluj-Napoca 2015, DreamHack 2014, King on the Field, Harp of War, Winged Difuser, Cologne 2016, Cologne 2015, MLG Columbus 2016, Katowice 2019, Berlin 2019, RMR 2020, Stockholm 2021, Antwerp 2022, Swag Foil, Flammable foil, Others - Souvenirs, Agents, Pins, Passes, Gifts, Music Kits, Cases, Keys, Capsules, Packages, Patches
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2023.03.29 10:25 SpilledCoffeee [WeWantOut] 22M, 24F, 2M Estonia -> Anywhere warmer
Hello everyone.
I am a 22 year old from Estonia and I want to move with my familty to a warmer region in Europe or outside of Europe. I have many years of experience in transportation(B-category) and logistics. Hobbies are mainly cars, web development and technology. I have many skills and experiences in different fields. I am always open to learning more in every field. I've been to 2 schools and finished as a younger software developer and as a marketing specialist. I love helping and teaching others.
Wife is 24 years of age. She has secondary education. Has worked mainly in customer service. She is at the moment studying Psychology and social pedagogy. She wants to study more in this field and wants to become a psychologist.
We both speak English perfectly it is not a problem at all. I learn languages very fast. What are the options of me and my wife getting a job and our son getting into kindergarden? I do some work remote, but it covers only expenses(electricity, internet, phone etc). Ireland I've read it is very expensive and the weather is very bad. Same as United Kingdom. I've been to Malta seems like the ideal place, but it too crowded like an anthill. Cyprus maybe? Australia got kicked off the options list due to having a child cannot apply for a work Visa.
If anyone wants to switch homes for a year or more in a newly built wooden house by the sea in Estonian island Saaremaa I am up for that idea ;)
What place am I looking for ideally?
- Something by the sea. I have lived my whole life next to the sea so it would be preferable.
- The weather should be around 13 - 33 c° year round.
- Good healthcare and kindergarden. Due to having a small boy he might get sick sometimes.
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2023.03.29 10:15 cancancanaman [HIRING] 2d artist - animator (remote)
We are a new company looking for a talented 2d artist-animator to join our small team and work on a PC city-builder game. Our company is focused on creating engaging and innovative games that provide players with a unique gaming experience.
We are fine with part-time work as well, salary would be adjusted accordingly.
Salary: 3 000 - 4 500 USD depending on portfolio
Required qualifications: Portfolio showing experience in 2d in style similar to attached sample 2+ years of previous experience working in video game or animation industries Love for games English or Polish proficiency
Benefits: 100% remote work Startup atmosphere, small team (~9 people) Elastic working hours No old code to maintain - new project We will respond to all job applicants - no ghosting No micromanagement, just tasks to be completed after establishing their expected effort, with check-ins twice a week. 1 stage recruitment
To apply: Please send an email to [
[email protected]](mailto:
[email protected]) with links to your portfolio attached, as well as your availability. We welcome candidates from all backgrounds and encourage diversity in our workforce. If you're passionate about games and want to work on exciting projects with a talented team, please apply today
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2023.03.29 10:04 AutoModerator Working Wednesdays
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2023.03.29 09:59 Angie_Jfk iPhone Hack Credit Score Fix Snapchat Hack
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2023.03.29 09:58 StepwiseUndrape574 Alarming GTA Online Exploit Enables Cheaters To Corrupt Accounts But A Fix Is Inbound
Rockstar Games is a studio that invokes feelings of enjoyment and feelings of ire, the latter primarily for opponents of the studio's works, often parents. That's thanks to the studio's reputation as the creator and distributor of games that often contain sexuality, violence, and swearing. That has drawn them some legal attention over the years, though the one lawyer who was usually on the crusade, Jack Thompson, is now disbarred. The issue lately, though, is that the popular Online portion of Grand Theft Auto 5, GTA Online, has a very nasty exploit crop up that can allow for remote code execution (RCE).
The exploit can allow cheaters to remotely add, remove, and modify stats. It could also permanently corrupt the data on another player's account. Any of these issues, in turn, means that Rockstar's systems could permanently ban or delete an innocent player's account on GTA Online.
Just modifying the games files is bad enough, but some say that this RCE could potentially allow for code execution at the system level. The issue is has created so much concern that the current advisement by the community for PC gamers is to either ensure a certain firewall rule is in place, or just not play at all. We'd opt for the later. If, for some reason, your game data does get corrupted, though, there is a fix. Find the "Rockstar Games" folder on your PC's Documents folder and delete it. The files should refresh upon reloading the game.
Rockstar was made aware, rather rapidly, thanks to the subreddit for the game and are working on a fix. This has prompted the Rockstar Support Twitter to make a post indicating a Title Update is coming to GTA Online. The company has even posted a job listing on LinkedIn for a Cheat Software Analyst to add to its staff.
gta online car Image of a vehicle from Grand Theft Auto Online
As the Tweet says, if you feel you have been affected by cheaters, make sure you contact Rockstar Support. We're hoping this doesn't take too much of Rockstar's attention from from Grand Theft Auto 6, because we're pretty excited for it with all the leaks so far. Still, an RCE exploit is a big concern, and resolving it should be of the highest priority.
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2023.03.29 09:55 RemoteGameJobs Project SEED is hiring Senior Unity Server Developer (Remote Job)
2023.03.29 09:43 grgmc [task] native english speaking contract negotiator
I need someone to negotiate contracts to OF models that are getting hired by our agency. This will happen on calls. Speaking french is a plus because most hired models will be from europe and the agency itself is owned by french speakers. You need to be someone that is comfortable when speaking on calls and has very good english.
If you think that you are good for this, dm send your detailed info or CV and we will arrange a call. This job is remote
Pay range: this job will only be available when models are found, dm and we will set how you get paid per call
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2023.03.29 09:37 ContraCodePls My existence is pretty pointless
I'm pretty alone most of the time. I don't have friends, I work remotely at a low wage job. I don't have the money or the bravery to go travel and do things, and even if I did, I don't have anyone to do it with.
I see all these reddit posts and FB posts and youtube vids of people enjoying life. Yeah, social media ain't all it's cracked up to be, but even just 1 picture of their family with genuine smiles that they can post is more than I have. I haven't genuinely smiled in months if not years.
I'm just not a smiley talkative person and I realize more and more that this world isn't made for someone like me. To have supportive friends, to have the ability to strike up a conversation and make small talk. That's just so otherworldly to me. It's like I'm a different species than those kinds of people.
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2023.03.29 09:30 kerombi 31, with no degree but willing to start uni, what career would you recommend?
I’ve saved enough to start uni again and could ask for some financial help down the road. I started 3 careers in my teens/20s (architecture, graphic design & psychology) but quitted everytime just after a few semesters, because it felt like a waste of time… well, I’ve thought things through now and don’t think short term and tbh feel dumb at how much time I wasted by not going to uni instead (miserable jobs ie)… I do feel old to start a career but hey, can’t let that push me back, don’t want to go on feeling more left behind… the thing is I feel overwhelmed at how I still can’t indentify what career I want to study… and I’m asking for advice as to what careers won’t get taken by AI, are useful, good money and could be done remotely… I don’t want to be super rich, just want to be able to live without financial stress
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2023.03.29 09:19 Adept_Ad8253 Started a new job (commission based) and getting demotivated
Not sure if this one belongs here, if not let me know.
2 weeks ago I started a remote sales job. It's commission based. Before that, we had a 3 weeks training. Now the following 2 months, we are still trained and mentored close by. Which I think is necessary because we work remotely and is harder to get feedback from colleague's.
Now, surprisingly, the first week went well. I say this because in my team I'm the only one who's actually making sales. My supervisor was really rooting for me and saying I should be able to reach my goal. Now we are week 2 and things are just not moving anymore. Monday I fell sick, yesterday I started working again, not feeling 100% but I really wanted to reach my goal to get my bonus. But I'll probably lose my bonus and my paycheck will be significantly less then I was hoping for. I realize that that's how things go in sales. But I can't help to think, "was I just lucky to have those sales in the first week". It has demotivated me and I'm angry at myself for not feeling well. I know, it's only week 2. But can't help to think this way. I'm trying to motivate myself for today, I just want to be super positive before my shift starts and even if I don't reach my goal at the end of the month, at least I've shown I've tried.
It probably all has to do with the "new job-stress". But whoever has I idea's with how to positively handle setbacks like this, I'll be happy to take it with me for the future. I've never had a commission based job, so it's something new to get used to. How a bad day can influence your income so bad! It surprises me more then I had thought.
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2023.03.29 09:14 Moore007OH Hello Meat-Eaters, Any Cattle Farms Around Charlotte?
Back when I lived in Columbus, Ohio, my parents used to team up with 3 other families and they would go out to nearby farms (sometimes as far as 2 hours away) and buy a whole cow/bull/beast for $2k to $3k depending on the size of the beast. They would get it slaughtered and split 4 ways and they would pay abt $500. Each family would come back to Columbus and pack the already neatly made cuts into the freezer. That beef would last a family of 4 for 8 months to a year! I recently moved to Charlotte and was wondering if anyone knows and can recommend some nearby farms that can cater to such deals. They can even be far out as long as they offer great beef at a good price. Any leads, anyone? Please help. :)
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2023.03.29 09:05 StepwiseUndrape574 Alarming GTA Online Exploit Enables Cheaters To Corrupt Accounts But A Fix Is Inbound
Rockstar Games is a studio that invokes feelings of enjoyment and feelings of ire, the latter primarily for opponents of the studio's works, often parents. That's thanks to the studio's reputation as the creator and distributor of games that often contain sexuality, violence, and swearing. That has drawn them some legal attention over the years, though the one lawyer who was usually on the crusade, Jack Thompson, is now disbarred. The issue lately, though, is that the popular Online portion of Grand Theft Auto 5, GTA Online, has a very nasty exploit crop up that can allow for remote code execution (RCE).
The exploit can allow cheaters to remotely add, remove, and modify stats. It could also permanently corrupt the data on another player's account. Any of these issues, in turn, means that Rockstar's systems could permanently ban or delete an innocent player's account on GTA Online.
Just modifying the games files is bad enough, but some say that this RCE could potentially allow for code execution at the system level. The issue is has created so much concern that the current advisement by the community for PC gamers is to either ensure a certain firewall rule is in place, or just not play at all. We'd opt for the later. If, for some reason, your game data does get corrupted, though, there is a fix. Find the "Rockstar Games" folder on your PC's Documents folder and delete it. The files should refresh upon reloading the game.
Rockstar was made aware, rather rapidly, thanks to the subreddit for the game and are working on a fix. This has prompted the Rockstar Support Twitter to make a post indicating a Title Update is coming to GTA Online. The company has even posted a job listing on LinkedIn for a Cheat Software Analyst to add to its staff.
gta online car Image of a vehicle from Grand Theft Auto Online
As the Tweet says, if you feel you have been affected by cheaters, make sure you contact Rockstar Support. We're hoping this doesn't take too much of Rockstar's attention from from Grand Theft Auto 6, because we're pretty excited for it with all the leaks so far. Still, an RCE exploit is a big concern, and resolving it should be of the highest priority.
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2023.03.29 08:51 malumdeamonium What would you ask in an interview?
I'm hoping to switch jobs soon. I was hoping if I could hear your opinion on what you would ask if you were an interviewer. (Technical or non-technical)
In case a background helps, I'm based in India. I've worked on Django and React for 2 years. On the side, I'm a freelance Flutter developer. And I'm looking for a remote job that would pay in USD or Euro.
I haven't given an interview before. I got hired on my first job based on a test. I did so well that they didn't think a technical interview was necessary. This was 2 years ago.
(If you have any other advice unrelated to the question, I'd appreciate that as well :))
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