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2023.03.22 06:59 maliczious On what I think the chronological order of missions

So I've been pondering on this for a while and with a lot of thought. I think I have what I think the chronological order of missions we Rejects took in the game.
  1. Power Matrix HL-17-36 (Metalfab 36)
  2. Smelter Complex HL-17-36 (Metalfab 36)
  3. Silo Cluster 18-66/a (The Torrent)
  4. Consignment Yard HL-17-36 (Metalfab 36)
  5. Hab Dreyko (Chasm Terminus)
  6. Chasm Logistratum (Chasm Terminus)
  7. Relay Station TRS-150 (The Hourglass)
  8. Chasm Station HL-16-11 (Chasm Terminus)
  9. Magistrati Oubliette TM8-707 (The Torrent)
  10. Vigil Station Oblivium (The Torrent)
  11. Excise Vault Spireside-13 (The Hourglass)
  12. Refinery Delta-17 (The Hourglass)
  13. Enclavum Baross (Throneside)
  14. Comms-Plex 154/2f (Throneside)
I could go on a tangent but to keep it short. The Inquisition's priorities were first to keep the PDF's war effort going by doing repairs and supply requisition in Metalfab 36. And doing a little bit of a misadventure into heavily controlled heretic territory in The Torrent to restore "clean" water. With the war effort back on. We are then send into the frontlines itself in Chasm Terminus to first investigate the plague ridden hab blocks in Hab Dreyko and it's neighbouring Hab Laranax. With the investigation completed and the entire hab blocks contained. We then proceeded to retrieve some "special ammo". Ammo that is special in someway that we aren't privy to use. Meanwhile another team was sent to The Hourglass to stop some disruptive heretical propaganda from being propagated.
The turning point is the 2 Assassination missions. The intelligence gathered from the 2 dead Traitor Captains revealed a lot of information on what the heretics are trying to achieve. We were then sent back to The Torrent one last time to deliver false data in the Torrent's Cogitator array. Another Strike team was then sent to the Excise Vault in The Hourglass to retrieve a sample of the heretic's contagion. Then another team was sent to the fuel refinery, also in The Hourglass in Refinery Delta-17 to finally destroy the pathogen that is being developed by the heretics. Presumably to try and do the same thing that the heretics already did to Hab Dreyko.
It's at this point that the heretics finally start their incursions to Throneside. They succeed in invading at least 2 of the major locations in Throneside. Enclavum Baross and Enclavum Kothar. Enclavum Kothar being where the Comms-Plex in Comms-Plex 154/2f is located. And the first side of the bridge where we started during the mission Enclavum Baross. Here we are tasked with presumably establishing a FOB for the PDF in the Aegis station, located in Enclavum Baross. With the FOB established. We were then sent all the way to the Comms-Plex on Enclavum Kothar to deliver some very important message to someone or a group of people somewhere.
This is all of course just my take on the chronological order of missions. Did it make sense in the timeline? Is there some that I got wrong? Do you have your own thoughts about it? Tell me!
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2023.03.22 06:57 PokeMasterAchronos Scared out of my mind

Hey everyone, hoping someone can help me get through this.
I had an appointment with the immunology clinic at the hospital i go to. i was referred there from my neurologist. From my last lot of bloodwork, they found that there is an antibody there that shouldnt be, which is causing my immune system to attack my body, especially my brain.
I have to get a lumbar puncture to test my spinal fluid because of this, plus i had a brain scan and another round of bloods taken yesterday (12 vials of it) felt like crap afterwards.
the next cause of action the doctor said would to put me on immuno-suppressants and possible putting me on dialysis to filter out the abnormal antibody.
Should i be a little afraid of all this? my immune system is already not that great due to other illnesses.
It has only been 9 months since i was first diagnosed with epilepsy, and already so much has gone wrong.
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2023.03.22 06:51 Sevchenko874 [Fan Work of Fan Work] Koishi Komeiji's Heart Throbbing Adventure The Interim Chapter 12

You Matter to Her in a Way No One Else Could
When you died and were reborn, you became divine. You were love, and you were violence, and you were my miracle. A God sprung forth from the decaying machinery of your broken body. Koishi, the God of Love and Hate—have mercy on us all.
Down by the shore of one of the great Lunar seas, there sat a lonely shack thatched with feathers. Inside, there was a massive wani no less than eight leagues long… and her infant son. To that crocodile who had never known true familial love, that delicate little child—who cooed and smiled at his mother’s every move—was nothing less than a miracle. Such a delicate life in her claws, who knew nothing but unconditional love for his mother—to the crocodile, it was proof there was still good in the world.
She was tired, but the crocodile forced herself to stay awake. There was something she needed to do—a memory she wanted to share with the most important person in her life.
So, with all the caution and tenderness in the world, she picked up her child with her jaws and coaxed him into her throat pouch. The newborn child, perhaps having some shared instinct with his crocodilian mother, did not cry or struggle. Instead, he let out a giggle as he poked his head out from between his mother’s jagged teeth. With a snort, the dragon climbed out of her thatch hut, and crawled along the shore, drawing a meandering trail in the sand as she went.
When she reached the point where the water came to shore in gentle waves, the crocodile set herself down in the sand, letting the waves wash in and lick at her child in gentle sprays. Her child giggled as the Lunar sea’s tickled him with its pure waters, and as he did, his mother couldn’t help but feel at peace.
Nothing. Nothing at all would be able to take this from her.
Her miracle.
Toyohime opened her eye to clear blue skies.
She flexed her fingers, and instead of feeling the cold steel of the ship she started to tear apart, she felt so many tiny pebbles, warmed by their time in the sun. Sand? She brought a fistful of the stuff into her vision, before letting it fall through her fingers and run down her face. It was too real to be a dream.
Toyohime sat up to observe her surroundings. As far as the eye could see, there were infinite stretches of sand collected into wind-swept dunes that obscured the horizon. It was hot. Unbelievably so for what was supposedly the void. She felt a gentle gust of warm wind pass by her and toss her hair. This place… this impossible place… was she dead?
She rose to her feet, fighting biting aches and pains from her battle not too long ago. No—not dead. Somehow, she had survived—there was no other explanation. And as she looked down to assess the damage she had taken, her suspicions were only confirmed. Her right arm was missing, and in its place was nothing but a healed stump. The nasty cuts and bruises she had received in the fighting had all healed over for the most part, the only evidence they happened at all being residual scars that were yet to disappear. The ground was covered in dried blood. She must’ve been laying here in this sand trap for hours.
She brought her free arm, completely healed, up to the general space where her right eye was to find an arrow still protruding from it. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, Toyohime tore it out in a fluid motion, causing the wound to reopen and drip blood onto the sands below. But, through some miraculous action, it was mere moments before the flow of blood stopped as the wound healed shut. Her right eye was still inoperable, but this healing ability was downright uncanny, even for a god.
She flexed her fingers. It felt like there was a hole in her head from which memories and feelings poured out. The mystery of how she got here, who she killed, and whether she could even trust her own senses had no answer—Toyohime knew she herself had made sure of that. She supposed there was a good reason. The less she knew, the better. That was something she could trick herself into believing.
Though no matter how much she forced herself to forget, she had the horrible feeling she had done something unforgivable—something she would kill over. In a sea of atrocities however, she could hardly even begin to suppose what that might have been. Maybe the heat was starting to fry her brain.
After spending a few minutes snapping the arrows lodged in her body by their shafts, Toyohime looked to the horizon, and then up. Ahead, there was a massive sand dune, no less than five times her height, and beyond the crest—a black pillar of smoke. Toyohime was not alone.
As she made her way up the shifting incline, Toyohime got to thinking about her next course of action. If this wasn’t a hallucination, then it most certainly had to be some extension of Koishi's will. Land in an impossible space… the creation of something impossible like that could only be a factor of a deteriorating mind, or God. And Toyohime had no time to consider the possibility of a crumbling psyche—not when she had a duty left unfulfilled.
But then… that would mean this was the paradise of Koishi’s mind. Surely, by her side is where she would find her salvation. She had already come to terms with it—that there was nothing left for her in the old world. Koishi could pervert and corrupt reality in whatever twisted ways she wanted—as long as it was the creation of her heart, it would be sufficient. Everything beyond that was not worth saving to the former princess.
… But that also meant there would be more enemies. More people she had to kill. She was ready. Ready to kill and ready to die in the name of love.
And as she planted her boot upon the peak of that sand dune, she saw the whole world become bare before her. A fair distance away was the crashed wreck of a golden ship, releasing plumes of black smoke as it burnt away. From this distance, it was difficult to make out any finer details, but she was sure the occupants had escaped. Satori was resourceful and stubborn, if nothing else. Dying in a crash was an impossibility.
She then traced a line from the ship through the shifting sands—to a city upon the horizon. Massive towers of glass and steel pushing against the sky, half buried in the sand, bending light around them as they reflected the intense heat of the sun. It gave the sight an unnatural fuzziness, as if the city was threatening to disappear at any moment.
As she traced the decaying visage of those buildings upwards, she saw a thin line reach beyond and into the sky. The line separated into two before converging back on itself. Above the city, etched upon the sky itself, was a pitch black gap in reality, opened and filled with so many eyes. And above still, the object of Toyohime’s desires and her sole driving factor—Koishi Komeiji.
Though the God’s eye was open, as well as the myriad collection of smaller eyes and drooling jaws that had lined every square inch of her squirming appendages, it was hard to tell if she was awake or conscious. Toyohime knew Koishi best, and if she had any guess as to what Koishi had been doing in the time they spent apart, it was receding back into the numbing comfort of her own mind. Even now, Toyohime figured she was still dreaming, avoiding the cruel weight of her responsibility. What manifested outside of her mind must’ve been some sort of twisted runoff.
Down there, hidden in the dunes, Toyohime knew there were those who would take this dream from Koishi. Those who would hurt Koishi. Those people would’ve done just as well to dig their own graves and build their own coffins. Because so long as Toyohime drew breath, she would protect Koishi with everything she could muster—that was her promise and the nature of her impossible, unconditional love.
Koishi was Toyohime’s second chance.
This time, one way or another, there would be no opportunity for a third.
Mima, on the other hand, had woken up quite a bit earlier than Toyohime had.
She had not suffered any fatal wounds or debilitating strikes leading up to the point where the reality around her started to crumble and distort—but she had briefly lost consciousness regardless. She figured that might’ve been a good thing; an action so absurd and so against everything she knew, perpetrated by an impossibly powerful being… even if a mere glimpse didn’t physically tear her mind to ribbons, she had no interest in trying to understand such a nonsensical event.
Mima awoke not in a desert, but in a grand sprawling city of seemingly human construction. Though the sun still hung overhead, the impossible hills and mountains of sand that caged the city in, always seemed to shift and move in the most calculated way… such that the sun was always put out. Caught in the shade, the city looked like it was in a perpetual night, in spite of the blinding yellow of the endless desert just beyond its limits.
Though that was the case, the city was far from dark. Street lamps, blinding neon signs, blinking traffic lights, apartments and houses with windows illuminated by the fluorescent lights within… It gave the impression the city was alive. It seemed exactly as a real bustling city at night, with its breathing and blinking—but there were no people. No matter how far Mima walked, no matter how many buildings she popped in, she would encounter no souls. She would find, in those buildings, immaculate setpieces filled with lived-in charm, hints and implications of life—but not people. Not even Yukari, who she wandered the streets in search of.
She recognized this place. This city—Tokyo. It couldn’t have possibly been, but it was the same Tokyo she grew up in, back before the Moonlight Descent and before the Kaiju. Before her chance meeting with the youkai who used to be her friend. This city, trapped in the middle of the desert, caught in an artificial night that obscured the flow of time—somehow it managed to be the perfect recreation of a long lost city, as if someone had taken a scalpel to the part of Mima’s brain that held onto the precious memories of her past life. It was comforting, being back in familiar territory, but it also carried along a pervasive uneasiness. The nostalgia said it was real, but the rational mind knew better than to buy into an impossible mirage—made all the more uneasy by the deathly silence of its streets.
After wandering around for a dozen minutes or more, Mima eventually came to find Yukari in a 24-hour fast food joint. She was sitting, out of her suit and miraculously healed, on a stool that faced the street outside, with her head down and a small pool of drool collecting at the point where the corner of her mouth met the countertop. Renko always said Maribel could fall asleep anywhere.
Mima floated back and forth around the gently snoring form of Yukari for a bit, considering her options. She changed back into her Renko form for a second, and after adjusting her hat a little, she reached over to tap Yukari on the shoulder… but then shied away. Glancing at Yukari, then back to her bag, she rummaged through its bottomless contents and pulled out a whole host of items: hand mirrors, makeup kits, two liter bottles of listerine, mints and peppermint breath spray and assorted beauty products.
She stole a quick glance back at Yukari to make sure she was asleep before going at it—in one go, she dumped every minty product she could into her mouth before swishing the unholy mixture in her mouth. It was not a moment later that she coughed out all of that liquid ice with a retch and a gag. Sheepishly, she turned her head to see if Yukari had woken up in all the commotion. Luckily, she was still knocked out something fierce. Mima might’ve guessed she was dead, if it weren’t for the occasional snore.
Undeterred, she opened a hand mirror and began to apply her makeup. Carefully. There was a subtle art to it—she only needed enough to hide any unsightly blemishes she might’ve gotten from her rather shut-in lifestyle as a ghost. Anything more, and Maribel was bound to notice Mima was purposefully fixing her appearance around her. None of that. Mima was trying for a more subliminal approach… It’s what worked in the past, after all.
Well, upon further thought, Mima figured “worked” was too strong a word. She did die before she saw any results, after all. But enough of that, Mima thought—now that she regained her memories, she’s finally gotten another shot. This being the apocalypse and all, she figured she should probably make it count.
She clicked close her portable hand mirror and, along with the rest of her stuff, threw it back into her field bag. She stole one last glance at Yukari, who was still sleeping soundly, before straightening her hat and clearing her throat.
“Maribel…” she said in a quiet, sing-song voice. She placed a hand on Yukari’s shoulder and gave it a gentle shake. “Maribel, wake up.”
No response. Mima pouted as she shook her around again. “Merry? It’s so scary around here—I need someone super strong and amazing by my side. Maybe we could hold hands?”
Nothing but more snoring. Mima’s expression fell. “... Okay, seriously. Wake up.”
“Don’t make me break out the big guns, Merry,” Mima said, digging through her bag and pulling out an airhorn. “I’ll do it. You think I’m bluffing?”
A tense beat passes. Mima stows away the airhorn. “... Ah, I’m just kidding. I wouldn’t do something like that to you. You’re too cute, hehe.”
“I’m not above this, though.” She reaches back into her bag and pulls out a spray bottle filled with water… before giving Yukari’s face a couple of quick spritzes.
That quiet, tranquil expression to Mima seemed almost a timeless representation of the relationship she shared with Maribel quickly contorted into one of disgust. After a moment of being pelted with spray after spray of water droplets, Yukari finally was roused from her sleep, a squinty, grouchy mess.
“Who..? Urgh…” She mumbled with a groan. When Yukari saw Renko, immaculately constructed before her with enough accuracy to convince her she came straight from her memories, she froze. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “... Renko?”
“Hehe… Yep, it’s me! Your best friend. Best girl-friend, even. That is, a girl who is also a friend. Not a girlfriend, you know? Aha… Unless? Kidding, kidding.” Mima flashed an easy smile. “Glad you’re awake. Hey, before you say anything else—how do I look? I look cute, right? I know we’re in the middle of saving the world and everything, but I’ve actually been spending a lot of time taking care of my appearance.”
As Mima continued to ramble on and Yukari continued to wake up, her expression made a slow and gradual pivot. Where at first Yukari couldn’t hide her bemusement from her face—as well as that strange pained expression someone would have, seeing a loved one they have long since finished mourning appear upon their doorstep—she eventually came to settle on an empty stare and a neutral, apathetic expression. It hurt Mima a little, seeing such a radical turn in her demeanor.
“Oh,” Yukari muttered. “It’s just you.”
Mima didn’t think she intended it, but there was a layer of latent annoyance in her words. Or maybe it was disappointment? A thousand years or more apart did a lot to shift their relationship. That much was clear—and it hurt.
Yukari took a moment to look Mima up and down. With a scoff and a roll of her eyes, she delivered an unceremonious answer. “You look fine.”
Mima sighed in response. “Hey, I’ll take it.”
“More importantly…” As Yukari continued, she craned her neck around to absorb every detail of her surroundings: everything from the light fixtures above to the tables that were so meticulously set and prepared. “... Where are we?”
Her eyes naturally gravitated toward the front counter and the kitchen section that was just behind—meticulously wrapped burgers and fresh fries, set underneath heat lamps… it was as if they were all made recently. But that wasn’t even the strangest detail Yukari’s eyes were able to pick out. Upon one of the tables was a tray, filled with half eaten food—as if the patrons ceased to exist in the middle of their meal. This was beyond a mere liminal space, where it gave the impression of once being a place where people gathered—it was closer in relation to the scene of an ongoing disaster, where people had left in a hurry.
In that way, it didn’t carry much of the surreal quality of a place no longer meant for humans—it more so felt like a place with a cursed history, its sinister and mysterious narrative etched into its skin and flesh through the vestiges of human presence. Mima could tell, being a ghost herself, there was more to this place than the physical construction. As to what ‘more’ was, she could not place.
She could tell Yukari was thinking something similar by the way she walked around and took in the feeling of the place. Her posture was rigid and cautious, but not necessarily ready and waiting for danger. There was a quiet dread to the things that weren’t, but should’ve been.
“I’m trying to figure that out myself,” Mima replied, following Yukari around with her arms folded behind her back. “You’re going to think I’m crazy, but… I think we’re back in Tokyo.”
“I don’t think you’re crazy.” Yukari replied. She walked over to the table with the food and traced a finger across its top. No dust clung to the surface of her finger, as if the tabletop had recently been cleaned. She brought the back of her palm close to the food. It was still radiating just a little bit of heat, as if it had been freshly served. “That’s the part that scares me.”
“... Assuming this is all very much real, this must be Koishi’s doing,” Yukari declared, taking a moment to look down at herself. As she flexed her fingers, her eyes narrowed. Mima figured she might’ve just realized she had been healed and mysteriously back to her usual outfit. She still looked younger and weaker than she once was, but there was an undeniable, albeit subtle increase in the vitality she seemed to convey. As Yukari’s eyes wandered to the empty city street outside, Mima couldn’t help but notice that expression—that idle, faraway gaze that looked like Yukari had trapped herself in a vivid daydream. She couldn’t help but realize how much Maribel had changed—and yet stayed the same.
“Whatcha thinking, Merry?” Mima tried, shuffling up to Yukari’s side.
“Oh. Right. Ha, that’s my bad. My bad…”
“I’m thinking: why Tokyo specifically?” With a wave of her hand, Yukari opened a gap next to her. Through that little tear in reality was a bird’s eye view of the whole city, as well as the infinite desert that surrounded it. “... There must be some significance to this location, but I couldn’t possibly imagine what it could be. Not right now, knowing what we know.”
“Hey, I grew up in Tokyo, you know? Maybe it has something to do with that? And… y’know, we were teaching in Tokyo before…” Mima gestured vaguely around herself. “... Everything, I guess. Maybe Koishi’s reacting to our memories.”
“Could be. Could just as easily be something related to Koishi. Could be nothing at all.” The view through the gap eventually fizzled out, leaving nothing but the inky blackness of the pocket dimension Yukari held dominion over. She let out a sigh before stitching the gap closed with a wave of her hand. “I’d suggest we keep on moving. Collect as much information as we can about this place. But only what we need—the plan is still largely the same. There’s no telling when she will appear again. Best be as quick about it as we can.”
“Oh. Uh… Alright. That’s cool.”
“... What?”
“What’s wrong? You disagree?”
“Oh no, ah…” A sheepish grin crawled across Mima’s face. “I was just thinking about how much you’ve changed, is all. It’s just… you know, a huge city missing all of its people is pretty mysterious, huh? Don’t you want to do more exploring? Poke around a bit and take in the sights? Like we used to—just one last time?”
There was an unsettling period of silence where Yukari stared straight through Mima with that flat look. She averted her eyes for a passing moment. When Yukari returned her gaze to Mima, it was steely and cold. “No. Neither of us are kids anymore. We have duties and responsibilities that we can not abandon. Not for anything.”
Yukari brushed past Mima. The gesture wasn’t very rough at all, but Mima felt it come at her hard. As Yukari opened the door, she looked back at Mima and gestured to her to follow.
“Let’s go.”
Orin did not want much from life.
There was Satori, her master, who she cared about deeply. There was Okuu, her best friend, who she loved. There was Koishi, the younger sister of her master, who she felt obligated to take care of. And of course, there was her job of transporting corpses, which she could do endlessly and without tiring. Those things more or less encompassed everything she cared about—Orin was a simple person.
So as she crawled out the emergency hatch located at the top of the ship her master had so recklessly buried into a sand dune, she couldn’t help but feel so hopelessly out of her depth. With a groan, she hoisted herself over the lip of the hatch before losing her balance and tumbling over.
As she tumbled downward, bumping her head against every little edge the ship had on her way down, the visor to her suit cracked and then shattered. But as she flopped down into the warm sand, her arms and legs spread in a state of absolute fatigue, she couldn’t really bring herself to care about the warning tones in her helmet—or the fact she was able to breathe the air here, in what used to be the void. Frankly, all she could think about was how much she wanted to go home.
“Orin! Are you okay?” A familiar voice called from somewhere outside her field of vision. It was followed by the hasty clattering of boots on metal as they no doubt clambered down the ship in a hurry.
All Orin could offer in response was a weak grunt and the extension of a thumbs up.
“Are… are you insane?” Another voice called soon after, all breathless and hoarse. It cracked with exertion, as if it had already been worn out by so much screaming. “Satori, what form of devil possessed you to do that? We could’ve all died!”
Satori, of course, didn’t respond. Not before she entered Orin’s field of view, her own helmet long since thrown away. Her face was etched with a rare look of concern, and she breathed a deep sigh of relief when she saw Orin manage a weak smile. Wordlessly, Satori jostled off the smashed helmet from Orin’s suit and brushed away any remaining debris… before pulling her into a tight embrace.
Orin, dazed and shocked from the crash, could manage little else than to rest her head upon her master’s shoulders as she was pulled in. But through whatever stores of energy she had left, she managed to raise her arms and wrap them around in loose reciprocation.
“I’m okay,” she whispered. “I’m okay.”
Satori pulled back from the hug, but stayed kneeling by Orin’s side. Cautiously, she looked to the horizon, as if she had caught a vanishing glimpse of something stalking them from behind the shifting sands. She extended an elbow for Orin to grab on to. “Let’s go. Can you stand?”
“I… I think so,” Orin mumbled, hooking one of her arms around Satori’s elbow and placing a hand on her shoulder for support. Her master lifted, and in response Orin tried her best to stumble onto her feet, with mixed results. As she straightened herself out with the help of Satori, she heard her bones shift and crackle in strange ways—followed by an absolute lightning strike of localized pain in the leg and the fuzzy static that came to replace it.
After a sharp intake of breath and a pained wince, Orin settled into a decidedly unconvincing posture—she plastered a smile on her face and shifted all of her weight onto the other leg in a poor imitation of nonchalance, but Satori’s face only got graver. It broke Orin’s heart. For a moment, Orin tried to separate herself from her master so she could stand on her own—but Satori only squeezed her in closer, as if she would’ve lost Orin the second she let go.
That didn’t surprise Orin much. She knew better than anyone that the events one year ago were still fresh in her master’s mind. Even now, it haunted her every action, and now the consequences were starting to catch up with everyone involved. But to Orin, that didn’t matter. It never did—not so long as Satori was her master, and Orin was her pet. Satori could march to the deepest pit of Hell, pick a fight with a God, oppose reality itself… and Orin would march along right beside her, no matter what.
Patchouli, on the other hand, did not share the same sentiment. She marched up to the two, at least temporarily uncaring of the fantastical environment they found themselves in, and went straight to airing out her grievances.
“Recklessly engaging with Toyohime like that, against all better logic… one day, and this day might very well come sooner than you think, your obsession with that cursed woman will hurt someone you care about,” Patchouli snapped. As she looked to Orin, whose body was riddled with evidence of blunt trauma, her expression softened. “... It already has.”
“As if we had any other choice. It was our best shot to kill her, once and for all,” Satori replied, stone-faced and cold. “... Besides, let Orin speak for herself. As if you know what she does and doesn’t wish for.”
“... Orin wasn’t the only person who got hurt. Or killed.”
“It just so happens that Eirin conveniently falls outside my definition of ‘people I care about.’ I fail to see the issue.” Satori snorted with disgust, as if offended by the mere implication. Orin wanted to speak up and cut between the fighting, but couldn’t find the strength to oppose her own master. “That aside, who says I was the one who got her killed? She got herself killed, following her own incomprehensible mess of half-baked ideas and strategies. What are you coming at me for?”
“How could you be so cold toward someone like her? Especially since we were all fighting out there together, as comrades? Have you no shame?”
“I’ve no love for her. Not after what she did to my sister.” Satori stared straight into Patchouli’s eyes. Sometimes her master was like this—staring straight ahead through a person, as if judging the content of their soul itself. Sometimes, this was literally the case, given that she made liberal use of her opened third eye. “We might be fighting beside each other, but we’re fighting for completely different things. Yukari, Eirin, Kaguya, even you and I—we’re all fighting for something different. Those are just the facts. Just as it was a fact that Koakuma had darkness in her heart. It’s that kind of fact.”
“How cynical. Aren’t we friends?”
Satori fixed Patchouli with a steady glare as she thought through her answer. Even with an open eye, Orin found her master’s thought process difficult to parse.
“... No. We aren’t,” Satori settled. “It’s not a secret—I’m fighting to get my sister back. I’m fighting to kill the person who turned her into a monster. I’m fighting to protect my family. You are doing none of those things—you’re fighting for a more abstract reason: protecting the world, or preventing human suffering, or whatever other justification you assign to your actions. It’s admirable, but recognize that It’s only by convenience that we’re here, helping each other out.”
“... Is that right?” Patchouli muttered under her breath. “Then if it came between Yukari, or Eirin, or me, or anyone else… and your family. Who would you choose?”
“It’s best to be honest with ourselves. It saves us the heartache.”
“I see.”
In the silence that came after, the atmosphere seemed to become heavier. Orin spent each passing beat being suffocated by the pressure. Her eyes darted from Patchouli to her master, and then back again.
“Er…” Orin started. “Let’s ah… could we just figure out what we’re going to do next, maybe? Without fighting—that would be nice.”
“Good plan, Orin,” Satori said. Though strangely enough, she wouldn’t take her eyes off of Patchouli. “I’m not quite sure what we would do without you.”
Patchouli looked away. Orin couldn’t help but feel vaguely responsible—though the second the thought even popped into mind, Satori squeezed a little tighter, as if in reassurance.
“... There’s no use in arguing,” Patchouli said with a heavy sigh. “Or rather, it’s a subject for later, when we aren’t all in danger. For now, I agree—we should figure out our next steps.”
The guns had long since run quiet.
Those satellites—their powerful bodies forged by the greatest minds, cast in the strongest metals, and mounted with the fiercest weapons humanity could muster—how could they have possibly matched the horror of God’s wrath? They could never, and for their hubris, their bodies and their souls were scattered and broken as a million glittering lights upon the ocean.
Those were the kinds of things Kaguya Houraisan thought about as she sat beside a flickering fire, her only source of light deep in the darkness of a desert night, not a few meters from the turned and battered wreckage of the CNS Beyond the Sun. In the void, It was battered by unseen force, turned three times—and upon the fourth, struck down and consumed by the void, as was the divine will of God. To its crew, it might have seemed like nothing less than a castigation of divine nature—but Kaguya knew it was nothing more than the temper tantrum of a child. As infant children must necessarily cry, Koishi must necessarily kill—it was her unconscious will.
Woe upon humanity, as its greatest accomplishment was brought low and made worthless before a child. Her own child. What a dubious honor it was—being the mother of such a terrifying, omnipresent killer.
Kaguya was on the ship when it was attacked by Toyohime. She was there to see Eirin march on to meet her. And she was there to see her die. It didn’t bother Kaguya too much—after all, she had watched Eirin die countless times. She will likely watch her die countless more, before all is said and done. But it was there, seized by the temporary shock, that Kaguya lost consciousness. When she woke up, she was deep within the fresh wreckage of humanity’s greatest weapon—alone. On what happened to her crew, and why Kaguya was spared, she could only make guesses.
With no direction and no plan, Kaguya spent what felt like hours wandering the claustrophobic halls of that great metal cage of a ship. But she was alone. Alone in such a way that not even the impression of humanity remained. Even the spot where she saw three men become atomized by Toyohime’s attack, which had burnt dark impressions of their silhouettes into the steel, was mysteriously void of any sign they were killed at all. The damage remained, but the people were gone—erased from existence in a way only God could manage.
When she eventually emerged from the dark recesses of the ship into a darker night, with nothing but the stars above and the inexplicable ground below, she could do nothing but start a simple fire. The night was cold, and she had a feeling it would be long. Warmth would be needed.
This, alone and huddled by a dying fire, must have been the end. Kaguya shifted closer to the flame, and held her knees closer to her chest. She didn’t know what to do. When her own daughter had sought her out, she didn’t know what to say. All she could do was recognize—that in pursuit of an easy life, she had made things so much worse. She wondered if it was too late to make things right between herself and Koishi. If Kaguya had looked up to her daughter now, and said sorry, would she hear? Would she care?
She wasn’t sure. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted to find out.
As she stared at the stars above, Kaguya heard the shuffling of boots displacing the sand. The sounds came in an irregular, halting motion. When it came to a stop, Kaguya lowered her gaze to the figure who stood at the edge of her fire’s light.
A moon rabbit in a pilot suit, all ripped up, tattered, and blackened by combat. In the gaps of her suit, her skin had melted away from severe burns—and froze in place, creating large patches of gangrenous tissue that covered her body. As Kaguya’s eyes drifted downward, she noticed a patch of body that had a view to the other side. Somehow, by some miracle of medicine, the wound remained stable and closed.
Her face was concealed by her helmet, tinted and patterned by a spider web of cracks, but by the way she stood, so still and lopsided, Kaguya had the impression of an empty gaze just behind the facade.
The moon rabbit carried in her left hand a revolver, its chambers empty and on display as the mechanism that connected the grip to the top half of the hung loose. In her other hand, was an ax, splintered in half at the handle from excessive use and its blade caked in a thick layer of blood.
Without a word, the moon rabbit collapsed into a heap by the fire.
Kaguya rushed to the moon rabbit’s side and, upon removing her helmet, froze.
Atonement—she wondered if it was even possible.
Previous Chapter:
Interim Chapter 11
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2023.03.22 06:50 Maleficent-Bee-484 LoopPoint Info.

LoopPoint Info.
I've been seeing some talk of late about the daily points. Thought I'd share what I think I know. LoopPoints only last 12 months from the time they are earned. They can expire and be deducted from your total allocation. Actively use them and bring their overall value back. My little over 10k is currently worthless 🫤 Keep on Looping, LoopFam!
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2023.03.22 06:48 linkelek1 Ukrajnai háború, szerda reggel

-elemzés: volt NATO tábornok: milyennek kellene lennie az ukránok tavaszi offenzívájának -mit mondanak a helyi orosz hatóságok a tegnapi krimi vasúti csomópont elleni drón támadásról -ukrán napi videós összefoglaló -az ukránok az utolsó orosz támadást várják Bakhmutnál , ott elfogytak a börtönös wagneresek, most jár le a fél éves szerződésük -szijártó: mo továbbra is meg fogja vétózni Ukrajna és a NATO közeledését -szijjártó panacskodik, hogy úgy is megtartottak Ukrajna-NATO találkozókat , hogy azt mo megvétózta

orosz sorozás/mobilizálás

-elemzés: 300mobilizált nem segített az orosz hadseregen, a következő 400e sem fog

drónok, rakéták

-ukrán drón orosz tankellenes pozíció ellen -a Dniprón keresztül is mehet a drón nehéz bombázás 120mm-es aknavetőlőszernek tűnik amit ledob, geo: 46.6637321,32.7306383 -elemzés: ukrán drón program


-szlovákia 13 MIG-29AS/UBS ad Ukrajnának, cserébe, kap az USA-tól AH-1Z Viper Attack Helicopters és Hellfire rakétákat -ukrán géppuska távirányítással -az USA felgyorsította az Abramsok és Patriotok Ukrajnába szállítását, M1A1 Abramsokat küldenek, mert az van raktáron

friss térképek

-a bakhmuti front befagyott a wagneresek elfogynak, az ukránok még nem ellentámadnak -az ukrán egységek elhelyezkedése interaktív térkép -teljes nap térképeken


-orosz katonák háborús bűncselekménye videón -a tegnap Donetsknél lelőtt orosz gépet az orosz légvédelem intézte el -március 31-re várható a 175e orosz halott -ponros találatot kap egy 2S3 Akatsiya -orosz veszteségek , 960 troop losses, 7-day troop average: 861, 47 equipment* losses, 7-day equipment* average: 45 -orosz támadás Avidiivkánál


RUSSIAN OFFENSIVE CAMPAIGN ASSESSMENT, MARCH 21, 2023 Russian President Vladimir Putin appears to be setting conditions to weaponize the United Nations Security Council (UNSC) as a method of Russian power projection in advance of Russia’s accession to the rotating UNSC presidency in April. The readouts of the second day of Chinese President Xi Jinping’s visit with Russian President Vladimir Putin continued to suggest that Putin has not been able to secure the no-limits bilateral partnership with China that he likely hoped for. Putin falsely portrayed the Western provision of depleted uranium ammunition (not suitable for use in nuclear or radiological weapons) to Ukraine as a significant escalation in order to bolster information operations aiming to deter Western security assistance to Ukraine and to place the onus for negotiations on the West. Wagner Group may lose most of its convict force in the upcoming weeks as convicts finish their six-month military contracts. The Russian Federal Security Service (FSB) and the Russian National Guard (Rosgvardia) launched a criminal investigation into the Deputy Commander of the Rosgvardia’s Central District, Major General Vadim Dragomiretsky. The US Department of Defense (DoD) announced that it authorized a presidential drawdown to provide around $350 million of security assistance to Ukraine. Russian forces continued limited offensive operations along the Kupyansk-Svatove-Kreminna line. Russian forces did not make any confirmed gains in or around Bakhmut and continued offensive operations along the outskirts of Donetsk City. The Kremlin continues crypto mobilization campaigns to recruit men across Russia for contract service to avoid declaring a second mobilization wave. Russian occupation officials continue to facilitate the deportation of Ukrainian children to Russia.


orosz trollok 12 pontja kedd reggel
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2023.03.22 06:45 ImportantDig1191 22.03.23: Strength Practice 10 Swings, 10 Snatches, 10 OH Squats, 10 Get Up Presses X4 - 192 total reps ➕ (2x32kg) 2 Cleans, 1 HS, 1 Jerk, 1 Strict Press X5 EMOM ➕ (24kg) BU Practice ➕ 40 Mixed Grip Ring Pullups ➕ 120 2 Pump Burpees

22.03.23: Strength Practice
Total Training Time: 49:12
Single Arm KB Complex ⬇️ +28kg Bell
12 Single Arm KB Swings
12 Single Arm KB Snatches
12 Single Arm KB Overhead Squats
12 Single Arm KB Get Up Press
X4 - 192 total reps
Finisher: ⬇️ +2x32kg Kettlebells
2 Cleans
1 Half Snatch
1 Jerk
1 Strict Press
X5 EMOM - 25 total reps
Some Bottoms Up Cleans (24kg)
2 Pump Burpees - Bodyweight
120 Burpees, 240 Pushups
Ring Mixed Grip Pullups - Bodyweight
40 total reps
Jump Rope - 1 pound rope - High Intensity
5:15 minutes total
Verses for today:
Beloved, believe not every spirit, but try the spirits whether they are of God: because many false prophets are gone out into the world. Hereby know ye the Spirit of God: Every spirit that confesseth that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is of God: and every spirit that confesseth not that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is not of God: and this is that spirit of antichrist, whereof ye have heard that it should come; and even now already is it in the world. Ye are of God, little children, and have overcome them: because greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world. They are of the world: therefore speak they of the world, and the world heareth them. We are of God: he that knoweth God heareth us; he that is not of God heareth not us. Hereby know we the spirit of truth, and the spirit of error. Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God. He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him. Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another. No man hath seen God at any time. If we love one another, God dwelleth in us, and his love is perfected in us. Hereby know we that we dwell in him, and he in us, because he hath given us of his Spirit. And we have seen and do testify that the Father sent the Son to be the Saviour of the world. Whosoever shall confess that Jesus is the Son of God, God dwelleth in him, and he in God.
1 John 4:1‭-‬15 KJV
The Lord's Prayer
Our Father, who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses. As we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us, not into temptation. But deliver us from evil. For Thine is the Kingdom, the Power and the Glory. Forever and ever. In Jesus Christ's Holy name I pray.
Father, help me put on the Full Armor of God & protect me & my family from the wiles of the evil one.
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2023.03.22 06:44 techgeek2030 Nokia G60 Review: A Solid Smartphone with Software Support

Nokia G60 Review: A Solid Smartphone with Software Support
Nokia has been known for its reliable and durable smartphones, and the Nokia G60 is no exception. The phone's durability and software support are some of its key selling points. In this review, we'll look at the design and handling, display, camera, and software.
The Nokia G60 has a conventional design with a 6.58-inch 1080p IPS display with an adaptive 120Hz refresh rate. The panel is nicely sharp with vivid colors and a great amount of contrast for an LCD. The casing of the Nokia G60 is made of plastic, with the frame being 60% recycled. The rear panel is fully recycled plastic with a tactile blotchy texture. The phone feels balanced in the hand and is not too heavy at 190g.
The Nokia G60's display is sharp and retains most of its legibility when looked at from an angle. The panel has a blueish tint out of the box but can be fixed with the white balance slider. At 390 nits, the display is sufficiently bright, with an additional boost in Auto mode that pushes the panel to 440 nits in direct sunlight. The glass atop the display is Gorilla Glass 5.
The Nokia G60 has a 50MP main wide camera with an f/1.8 lens, a 5MP ultrawide unit with an f/2.2 lens and fixed focus, a 2MP f/2.4 depth sensor, and an LED flash. The camera performs well in good lighting conditions but struggles in low light situations. The video recording quality is decent, with good stabilization.
The Nokia G60 runs on a relatively unmodified version of Android 12 with a Snapdragon 695 chipset and 6GB of RAM. The device runs smoothly with little to no hiccups or slowdown. Nokia promises three years of OS updates, three years of security patches, and three years of warranty, which enhances the phone's value if you plan on sticking with it for a few years.
If you're looking to transfer data from your Nokia G60 to another device or a Core Manager app, there are various ways to do so. One way is to use a cloud-based service like Google Drive, OneDrive, or Dropbox to transfer your data wirelessly. Alternatively, you can transfer data through a USB cable, Bluetooth, or NFC. The Core Manager app is a third-party app that can help you manage your data more efficiently. With this app, you can transfer your data between devices seamlessly.
Wrap Up
The Nokia G60 is a solid smartphone that offers a focus on environmental sustainability and software support. The phone's durability, software support, and clean Android software make it an excellent choice for those who want a reliable smartphone that will last for years. The phone's camera and display could be better, but they are adequate for most users. Overall, the Nokia G60 is a great value for those who prioritize software support and environmental sustainability.
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2023.03.22 06:42 Scary-Pilot-1471 Hamster Lost + Found

Five days ago, our hamster escaped and this time it was serious. She had escaped before, but usually, she would just be playing outside her enclosure with a spare hamster wheel that I had sitting there. This time was different. I am not sure how long after she actually escaped we found out. She is 12 months old now and has turned a little bit into a sleeper. Sometimes she doesn't leave her little wooden house, and we don't see her for a day or so. As soon as we found out, it was code red in our household. Search and rescue mission on! We checked everywhere: all hidden corners, the pantry, bedrooms, in the beds, toilets, kitchen. We even unloaded the whole storage room. It was a madhouse. This saga continued for several days, and it started to wear on the family: the kids were sad and upset, my wife was grumpy, and I was grumpy. I just could not figure out where she could have gone. We live on the 2nd floor of a flat building, and there is no way she could have left the apartment. It just puzzled me. Then last night, at 11 pm, after we had given up, to be honest, my wife heard a sound coming from the refrigerator. A sound that a refrigerator is not supposed to make. Sometimes the sound was there and then nothing for a while. We heard it a few times, and it started to dawn on us that it vaguely resembled the sound of a hamster trying to get out of a confined space. Our refrigerator is huge and loaded with stuff, but we managed to wrestle it from the wall. We got the toolbox out and started unscrewing the lower panels at the bottom of the refrigerator. And there she was... Thank God. She did not want to come out at first, but some cheese cubes did the trick. She was fine, but she probably got a whack from a spinning fan blade because her tail looked a little crooked. It looks a lot better today. Anyways... the moral of the story... when your hammie escapes, don't give up too soon. They are resilient little animals, and surviving is in their blood!! Enjoy, everybody.
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2023.03.22 06:38 Organic-Spite-4828 I (40F) get irritated that my s.o (36M) of 9 months texts me when I ask for time alone and that he gets offended when I ask him to leave and when he tells me how I should raise my kids.

I am a single mom who has been dating my s.o. for a little over 9 months. We live about two hours apart so we usually only see each other on the weekends. We communicate by text and the occasional phone call in between. My kids are all 12 and up and they are used to having me to themselves. Even when I was married to their dad I was alone more often than not as his work took him all over the country, sometimes for months at a time. All of my kids love to talk to me, which I am incredibly grateful for, and I am in the process of getting my masters degree. I also have an internship at which I am doing work that is very important to me. All that being said, I am an introvert and I place a very high value on what little alone time I get. I have explained this to my s.o. on various occasions but he still seems to think it is romantic to text me after I have told him that I am winding down for the evening and need some time to myself (I try to take about an hour or so each evening before I go to bed, especially on weeknights). I have even gone so far as to mute notifications from him so I can properly wind down.
In addition to this we have discussed multiple times that he can stay over for the weekend but that my kids would prefer him not to be here during the week, not because they don’t like him, but because it impacts their morning routines (they are used to walking through my bedroom to get things from my bathroom in the morning and having a few minutes to talk with me before they leave for school and, understandably, feel uncomfortable to do so when he is here). In spite of having had this discussion he still has to be reminded when it is time to leave. It seems that if I never told him to leave, he would stay indefinitely. His feelings are hurt every time I tell him that it is time for him to go, even when I try to put it as gently as possible (for example, I have tried to establish with him that time to go home is after dinner on Sundays, so I give him dinner and when he is done eating, if he has not indicated that he is getting ready to leave of his own accord, I might ask him if he plans to make any special stops on his way home tonight).
I also feel angry when he tells me “Your kids should be doing this or that.” I have repeatedly told him that we simply have different parenting ideals (he has a teen who does not live with him) and that I do not appreciate when he does that, but he continues to do it. I have been considering cutting ties with him over these issues but sometimes feel like maybe I am being unfair to expect so much. How should I proceed?
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2023.03.22 06:35 stranglethebars What do you make of the Big Ron years, and Ellis sacking him in 1994?

I'm looking at these lists of Villa's seasons and managers, and I see that Ron Atkinson (appointed in July 1991) achieved, among other things, a 2nd place with the team in the 1992/93 season and won the League Cup in the 1993/94 season. His win percentage with Villa is 43.26, i.e. better than that of Brian Little (41.46). I started following football in the mid-90s, and I remember Villa as a good team during the Little years.
By the way, I came across the following right now, in the Wikipedia article on Atkinson:
As of 2021, Atkinson's second place remains the highest-ever finish by an English manager in the Premier League, subsequently equalled by Kevin Keegan in 1995–96.
So, what do you make of him? How do you rate him, relative to the other Villa managers? What's your impression of the way he made the team play (entertaining? boring?)? What were his strengths and weaknesses? What do you think about the decision to sack him in November 1994?
By this stage, an ageing Villa side that had so nearly won the league title 18 months earlier were now among the relegation battlers. He was replaced by Brian Little, who kept Villa in the top flight and built a new younger team.
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2023.03.22 06:30 TwoShakes Switching from Console to PC

What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.
What is your maximum budget before rebates/shipping/taxes?
When do you plan on building/buying the PC? Note: beyond a week or two from today means any build you receive will be out of date when you want to buy.
What, exactly, do you need included in the budget? (ToweOS/monitokeyboard/mouse/etc)
Which country (and state/province) will you be purchasing the parts in? If you're in US, do you have access to a Microcenter location?
If reusing any parts (including monitor(s)/keyboard/mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? Brands and models are appreciated.
Will you be overclocking? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line? CPU and/or GPU?
Are there any specific features or items you want/need in the build? (ex: SSD, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc)
What type of network connectivity do you need? (Wired and/or WiFi) If WiFi is needed and you would like to find the fastest match for your wireless router, please list any specifics.
Do you have any specific case preferences (Size like ITX/microATX/mid-towefull-tower, styles, colors, window or not, LED lighting, etc), or a particular color theme preference for the components?
Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? If you do need one included, do you have a preference?
Thanks everyone! I recognize that I'm coming into with pretty minimal knowledge so any direction y'all can point me in is fantastic
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2023.03.22 06:28 SuperHeroesFanatic [Marvel/DC/MHA] How Would The Heroes and Villains of Marvel and DC React to Villain Deku?

Okay guys I want to change it up a little bit. Instead of talking about the usual canon stuff, let's explore the various fanfictions of My Hero Academia. More specifically the Villain Deku fanons.
As fans know the backstory of Deku being abused by Bakugou and all his peers for years for being quirkless in a world where the population has powers while the ones that don't are frowned upon.
After being told to 'off' himself by Bakugou and being told that he couldn't be a hero by the Number One Hero All Might, Deku goes in a deep sea of sadness and rage and finally snaps. Deku decides to use his intelligence and improve his skills of analysing various Pro Heroes about their Quirks and their weakness before coming up with plans to take them down.
He even joins All for One and the League of Villains to take out All Might and the rest of the Pro Heroes, along with the students from various Hero Schools
How would the Heroes and Villains of Marvel and DC React to the MHA World and seeing a kid so young losing his sanity and possibly becoming one of the most dangerous villains ever, because of the constant abuse the boy has suffered from the Hero Society and being rejected by the Hero he looked up to for so long?
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2023.03.22 06:26 RevengeoftheJedi12 Worth Working for State?

Hi everyone,
I wanted to get some feedback on what it's like working for the state of CA. I currently work in K-12 and am looking for new employment since my district is doing massive layoffs. I've heard mixed responses about working for the state (e.g. the pay isn't great but the benefits are) but I wanted to get some feedback from some former or current employees for the state. I also wanted to know whether you've seen room for growth in your position working for the state such as salary advancement and opportunities to move up within a department. Any insight you can share would be greatly appreciated.
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2023.03.22 06:24 undeadly444 WTS PSN account 53 games owned with ps plus hundreds of gaming collections

Assasin's Creed Valhalla - Gold Edition - Assasin's Creed 3 Remastered Assasin's Creed Odyssey - Gold Edition - Assasin's Creed Origins - Gold Edition - Batman Telltale Series Batman Enemty Within Batman Arkham Knight - Gotham's Most Wanted DLC only- Bloodborne - Old Hunters DLC only - Call of Duty Black Ops : Cold War - Crossplatform Edition(ps5) - Call of Duty Vanguard Cyberpunk 2077 Dark Souls II Scholar of the First Sin Dark Souls III Demon's Souls Devil May Cry 5 Doom Eternal+ Old gods Dlc Elden Ring Fallout 4 - G.O.T.Y. Edition - Final Fantasy 7 Remake - Ps5 Edition - Ghost of Tsusima Directors Cut God of War III Remastered God of War Ragnarok Ps5 Edition GTA Online Gran Tourismo Sports Hades Horizon Forbidden West - Ps5 Edition - Marvel's Avengers Guardians of the Galaxy Spider-man : Miles Morales Spider-man Remastered Mad max MediEvil Metal Gear Solid V Metro Last Light : Redux Metro Exodus Metro 2033 Redux Persona 5 Strikers - Digital Deluxe Edition - Persona 5 The Royal Resident Evil 2 Resident Evil 3 Resident Evil : Resistance Rayman Legends Ruined King : League of Legends Sekiro : Shadows Die Twice - G.O.T.Y Edition - SOMA Tom Clancy's Division 2 The Last of Us : Part II The Nioh The Nioh 2 The Witcher Goty Edition Tom Clancys ghost Recon Breakpoint - Gold Edition - Xcom War of the Chosen -DLC only- Uncharted : Nathan Drake Collection
These are games that is purchased. I do have every single ps plus game right after september 2021 up untill now, account alsonhas ps plus deluxe for 12.09.2023. I am first and only owner of account.
Discord mute#9432
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2023.03.22 06:23 AmbientTextures Making maternity leave money last longer

Hey all, sorry if this is a little off topic, I just thought it'd be helpful information to share with you all.
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2023.03.22 06:14 Beginner-DM [Online][5e][PST[Beginner Friendly]

Time: 12:00 PST to 15:00 PST Frequency: Wednesday Weekly Date of Session Zero: 3/22/2023 Looking for: 5 Players Platform: Foundry, using Discord for Voice Books allowed: Any as long as official and no Homebrew
Hello! I'm Juan (He/Him 25). I've been playing for 2-3 years and dming for almost a year and a half
In the city of Neverwinter, a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker asked you to bring a wagonload of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Phandalin, a couple of days' travel southeast of the city. Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found "something big," and that he'd pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen's Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to "take care of business."
You've spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you've just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail.
You've encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
Lost Mine of Phandelver is an adventure for four to five characters of 1st level. During the course of the adventure, the characters will advance to 5th level. The adventure is set a short distance from the city of Neverwinter in the Sword Coast region of the Forgotten Realms setting. The Sword Coast is part of the North—a vast realm of free settlements surrounded by wilderness and adventure. Over the course of the adventure, you and your party members will discover vast treasures, unearth centuries old mysteries, and come into your own as fledging adventurers.
Thanks for reading and if you're interested feel free to apply below by your preferred name, discord ID, a fact or two about you and experience with how long you played DnD 5e and Foundry!
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2023.03.22 06:13 zeroace000 28M - Central/Anywhere - Nightowl Looking for a friend [chat]

A little about me, I’m a phenomenal listener and avid cookie eater. So as long as you don't mind me eating cookies like the cookie monster then we should get along quite well. I like to always have fun and am quite adventurous! I love traveling, and learning about new cultures and binge eating their food. So if you are super bored and looking for a friend, let's start thinking about new handshakes, A bit more about me:
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2023.03.22 06:11 Inevitable-Judgment7 The truth is that I have no hope that this game will revive in season 3 because of things like this...

The truth is that I have no hope that this game will revive in season 3 because of things like this...
Since its launch console players still have the icon of the S1, the developers don't even play or have the game installed that they don't realize this? Not to mention the meaningless buffs to characters like Superman, or the space jam stage that was removed from the map list in December and never returned.
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2023.03.22 06:09 RRHN711 My experience with Kingdom Hearts 1 - Some simple thoughts of a clear mind

Hello, everybody! Nice to see you all again.
You might not remember me, but i was the guy who 4 months ago posted this text about being playing Kingdom Hearts 1 for the first time and after 4 months i finally finished and wanted to share some thoughts.
Before everything, i just wanted to say that if this kind of post is not allowed i will delete it, just need a mod to talk to me. Also
First of all, it's been 4 months but obviously i didn't played 4 months straighted, i played for like 40 hours. I stopped for some time to play another game
So...i loved it. This game was fantastic. It's hard to put how i'm feeling now in words, it's been just 1 hour since i beat it
The worlds are beautiful. The story was intriguing and had twists i was not expecting. I was not expecting for Maleficent to not be the final boss. I was not expecting for Ansem to be the bad guy, i thought he was going to be an ally, and i pictured him more like an old man, not someone so young.
And what a fight he was, the hardest boss in the entire game for me. His final form almost got me
I was out of itens and just one more hit would kill Sora. Donald had fallen and Goofy was still fighting while i was dodging the attacks waiting for the right time. When Goofy was defeated, i decided to go for it, it was all or nothing. And when everything seemed to be lost i gave the final blow and defeated him
The final cutscene felt deserved. It was beautiful. I was watching with a straight face, thinking of everything i went through, all the times i died, all the worlds i've explored and all the characters i've met. I liked them more than i thought i would. I was tired, but satisfied
When Sora and Kairi were separated and Simple and Clean started to play, my eyes widened for less than 1 second. And i started to cry. This is one of the only pieces of media to every make me cry along with The Little Prince, Klaus (the 2019 movie) and Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts.
I'm 100% going to play the other games, and i will start Chain of Memories tomorrow. I don't care how long it takes, i'm going to play up until KH3. I have so many questions. I'm seeing this through to the end.
Sorry if this post is relatively short, i'm still a bit dizzy from the ending and i'm very, very tired. Thank you for reading, and as they say on the Earthbound fandom:
"No crying until the end"

P.S.: During the journey i've also made a ranking with all the worlds. I also gave then 1-5 stars depending on how much i enjoyed it. 1 star is bad, 3 stars is average and 5 stars is the absolute best:
1- Hollow Bastion (5 stars)
2- Deep Jungle (5 stars)
3- Halloween Town (5 stars)
4- Olympus Coliseum (5 stars)
5- Destiny Islands (5 stars)
6- Traverse Town (4 stars)
7- Neverland (4 stars)
8- Wonderland (4 stars)
9- End of the World (3 stars)
10- Agrabah (3 stars)
11- 100 Acre Wood (2 stars)
12- Dive to the Heart (2 stars)
13- Monstro (1 star)
14- Atlantica (1 star)
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2023.03.22 06:09 Inevitable-Judgment7 The truth is that I have no hope that this game will revive in season 3 because of things like this, since its launch console players still have the icon of the S1, the developers don't even play or have the game installed that they don't realize this?

The truth is that I have no hope that this game will revive in season 3 because of things like this, since its launch console players still have the icon of the S1, the developers don't even play or have the game installed that they don't realize this?
Not to mention the meaningless buffs to characters like Superman, or the space jam stage that was removed from the map list in December and never returned.
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2023.03.22 06:08 Green_Ad_8927 I’m a foul person and I deserve to be dead

I’ve done so, so many heinous things over the course of my life. I’m an addict, and I’ve driven away everyone in my life because of it. Nobody trusts me, and they shouldn’t. 90% of the things coming out of my mouth are complete bullshit. I’m a little schemer, trying to push my will into other peoples lives. I wish I could blame my addiction like other addicts but I can’t because I know in my heart that it’s me. I am the problem. I am completely toxic, even before I discovered drugs. I’ve genuinely hurt people since I was 10 years old. Not angsty little stuff like bullying a special needs kid, although I did that too. I can think of at least two people, whose lives have been forever changed because of their interactions with 12 year old me. I literally ruined their lives. And that’s just my childhood. I’ve hurt HUNDREDS more, just not as badly. The worst part is I don’t even feel bad about half this shit. It’s just another terrible thing I’ve done on a long list of many. I should feel bad, but I don’t. I don’t know why. What’s wrong with me? Why am I like this? I’ve tried therapy, medication, psychiatrists. Nothing works. Sometimes I think the world would be better off if I just put a bullet through my head.
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