2021.12.04 05:35 svanapps r/binance - What Ethereum 2.0 Looks Like As Vitalik Buterin Celebrates Its Birthday
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2021.12.04 05:35 niuz-bot Vaslui: Elicopter SMURD, solicitat pentru un tânăr care s-ar fi tăiat cu o drujbă la gât - [Regionale]
Citeste in continuare: https://www.agerpres.ro/eveniment/2021/12/04/vaslui-elicopter-smurd-solicitat-pentru-un-tanar-care-s-ar-fi-taiat-cu-o-drujba-la-gat--825407
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2021.12.04 05:35 Spaceman5598 Abductee accounts
2021.12.04 05:35 chimeranoir Please recommend some great games
Hey gang. I just got back into gaming after a decade away. I'm having a hard time figuring out what games to buy for PS3/PS4 and would love to hear some suggestions. I think I like adventure, puzzle platformers, horror, and shooter games the most. Survival/survival horror and stealth are probably my favorite genres.
I'm interested in RPGs, especially action RPGS, but have never ventured into that genre - no idea where to even start or if I have the patience for them. I think I played multiplayer like once in my life so I guess I'm mostly into single player games though not averse to a good multiplayer experience. Not so much into grind-y games or huge open world sandbox games that need a lot of exploration. Back in the day I loved Rockstar although I hear a lot has changed with them. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!
P.S. Dark Souls, Demon's souls, and Bloodborne seem interesting but the gameplay looks a bit daunting for a casual gamer. Assassins Creed seemed like a perfect franchise for me but I found the original game on PS3 rather dull. Not sure how the other ones are.
Love: Manhunt (favorite game of all time), Max Payne 3, Prince of Persia: Sands of Time
Nostalgic love: GTA Vice City, OG PC games like Duke Nukem 3D, Rainbow Six, Wolfenstein 3D, 2D mario games: Mario 3D World, New Super Mario Brothers, Super Mario World (snes), Donkey Kong Country/ Tropical Freeze
Really enjoy: Uncharted series, Tomb Raider, The Last of Us, Ninja Gaiden Sigma 1 &2, SSX, Motorstorm, Resident Evil, Far Cry 3, Condemned, Heavy Rain
Enjoy: Metal Gear Solid 4, Dishonored, Sleeping Dogs, Splinter Cell, Ghost Recon, Halo, Gears of War, Bulletstorm, Vanquish, Hitman 3, Jak and Daxter
Games on my playlist: Mass Effect trilogy, Doom 2016, Wolfenstein, Dead Space games, Fallout 3, Deus Ex
not sure/meh: Assassins Creed, Call of Duty, Arkham games, God of War, Kill Zone, Resistance fall of man, Heavenly Sword, Ratchet and Clank
boring: Devil May Cry 3 (looked awesome but the gameplay got dull), Infamous, Battlefield games, Borderlands, Bioshock
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2021.12.04 05:35 PrincessCandy512 My Top 25 Least Favorite Spongebob Episodes
Those are the 25 worst Spongebob Episodes which I can't stand or I'm not ever gonna watch them ever again.
|25||Truth Or Square|
|24||Fungus Among Us|
|23||Pet Or Pests|
|22||Smoothe Jazz At Bikini Bottom|
|17||Are You Happy Now?|
|15||Little Yellow Book|
|13||Someone's In The Kitchen With Sandy|
|12||To Love A Patty|
|9||Yours, Mine and Mine|
|8||Spongebob, You're Fired!|
|6||Pet Sitter Pat|
|5||Stuck In The Wringer|
|2||One Coarse Meal|
|1||A Pal For Gary|
2021.12.04 05:35 fedorasarevdumb Blaming my depression for the end of a 3.5 year relationship. HELP needed. Please lend a minute to me!!
Hello, long-time lurker but this is my first time posting. Apologies about formatting on mobile. English isn't my first language-excuse the grammar.
My 3.5 year relationship just ended yesterday and I can't help but blame myself.
We were in a long distance relationship because of uni (and also pandemic made travelling more inconvenient). My mental health spiralled in 2020 and frankly, I neglected the relationship because I was struggling to keep myself alive. I was really depressed and all I could do most days was take a shower and stay in bed.
Things started to look up, I am doing much better now but I think the damage to our relationship was done. He was extremely supportive throughout but we'd drifted apart. I wasn't naive and didn't think this would fix itself. The only difference being I wanted to work our problems out and he didn't because of how uncertain our future is. The relationship wasn't meeting his needs anymore and he broke up with me last night. What sucks is that we both know we love each other very much but long distance really got to us.
I am angry at myself. I hate how much I'm blaming myself. I hate the fact that my shitty mental health took away the one source of stability and love that I truly thought would be in my life forever. I hate that I made him so unhappy and I couldn't fulfil his needs. I hate how anxious I am now.
Any advice on how to reconcile this? How can I be kind to myself again?? For now, I just hate myself and I'm really angry.
If you've got this far, thank you for reading.
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2021.12.04 05:35 Lil_KayYT05 I can’t believe what I’m reading right now!!!! What the fuck is this world?!?!
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2021.12.04 05:35 Orcasareglorious Do you believe in ghosts? Why or why not? Have you ever encountered one?
2021.12.04 05:35 Quantity-Mindless Ufo spotted in Florida
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2021.12.04 05:35 joshdykgraaf Craig Kelly: MP banned from Facebook appointed to parliament’s social media inquiry
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2021.12.04 05:35 Puzzled_Squirrel9096 Looking for advice
My wife has shown interest in bringing another guy into our relationship. She told me that she doesn't want to just have sex with someone. I told her what she wants that makes her happy. So she wants a relationship with a guy which I'm ok with. We have no idea to go from here and would appreciate any advice from experienced guys or girls. DM is open. Thank you
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2021.12.04 05:35 ihaphleas Australian Ancap
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2021.12.04 05:35 Imperial-Dudes We already beat the other three didnt we?
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2021.12.04 05:35 -FEE3- Kiwi Farmin Help
I've been searching around my local area for around 2 years now, looking for trees / grasses I can use.
I've come so close so many times to thinking I have what I need but even after all my hours searching forums and exploring my town I can't find anything? Can y'all fellow kiwis give me some help for what grows here? It's very hard to find information on this kinda stuff and especially accurate stuff.
On top of that my caustic soda is in powdery/crystal/ball form can I just dilute it in water? Or how would I get that to a state that would be usable in a lazymans tec.
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2021.12.04 05:35 Informal_Area_2233 Fun Fact: You can sleep in the Cold Sleep Pod. Perfect for Futuristic Homes.
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2021.12.04 05:35 Valuable-Excuse3288 BourgeoisBeard : Pt4. MAGABeard Strikes Back
Hey guys, I've finally got a little bit of time to write again, so let's talk a little bit about Bourgeoisbeard. If you're not up to speed you can find the story so far narrated by ReddX here.
Pt1 - https://youtu.be/doVrGf5FhoQ
Pt2 - https://youtu.be/IlvNb1hrUEA
Pt3 - https://youtu.be/Vkdsm0uWrD0
And here is our cast last!
BB - Bourgoisbeard, tried and true proletariat living off of mama's money. Probably never worked a day in his life. Likes shooter games, polisci, and jerking it into jars. Since he got cut off by mommy, he's taken to dumpster diving bleach pizza from the local pizza joint.
MB - The enigmatic MAGABeard. He likes, guns, trucks, and freedom. I encountered this guy in BB's polisci class after he got sick from eating bleachza. From the moment they met, I could tell that they would quickly become sworn enemies.
OP - Hey, that's me! Stuck between a rock and a hard place, forced to dwell with a garbage-dwelling, bleach-eating beardo. Trying to stay sane and survive the semester.
I awoke that Tuesday morning as the sun began to flood in through the curtains. I passed the open bathroom where BB once again, up much earlier than usual, hugged the toilet and moaned his fate. He whimpered my name as I walked past. He stammered out something about going to his classes again, but I ignored him. It was an off-day for me, and I had reading that I needed to catch up on. I got myself a glass of water and then returned to my room, settled at my desk, and began to read.
Eventually, the toilet flushed, and I could hear BB lumbering around the house. He shuffled down the hall and materialized in my doorway. I ignored him as best I could and stared intently into the page.
BB: OP... I don't know what's gong on, but I'm still sick. Can you---
BB: You didn't even let me ask my question. I'm sick, OP. Please, just---
OP: No. I'm not going to your classes again.
BB: What? Why?
OP: Because that pizza you pulled out of the trash is what's making you sick, and you're still eating it, even though I've told you multiple times already that you should probably stop. I'm not here to get your education for you. I'm here to get mine. I'm not going to hold your hand because you keep eating trash pizza. Frankly, I'm behind, and I don't have time for any of this. Go to your own classes. I'm not doing that for you again. Now, get out of my room.
BB stood in the doorway, dumbstruck that he couldn't milk me for more kindness.
BB: What, what do you want? Just, please, go get my notes and I'll... I'll... I'll pay you.
OP: Don't lie to me, dude. You wouldn't be eating dumpster food if you had any money. You've got nothing you can offer me that will change my mind. Get out. I've got work I have to do.
BB: Please, isn't there anything you can do?
I wasn't going to go to his classes again. I remarked that I would think about it but that I wasn't making any promises. I turned my attention back to my books for several hours and did my best to ignore the oscillating retching from the bathroom and the ambient gunfire from BB's room. Lunch was drawing near and BB had retired for a nap when I got up from my seat to fix a bowl of ramen before returning to my trig homework. I passed the mildewed sofa and paused, picking up the syllabus from the polisci class. A crudely drawn caricature of an extremely buff Donald Trump was inside the margins of the first page. He was ripping off his shirt with one hand and shooting an AR-15 with the other. It was captioned, "The God Emperor rises." My stroke was back in full force. Of genius, that is.
I made my lunch and returned to my room. On my desk sat my phone, and I unlocked it and looked through my contacts. I had saved MAGABeard's number during our brief exchange back at the polisci classroom. I decided to give him a call. A ringback tone played as I waited for him to pick up - the national anthem - until the other end of the line picked up. Heavy breathing greeted me.
OP: Hey MAGABeard, it's me, OP. How's it going? Hey, I wanted to ask you a favor.
MB: What do you want?
OP: Well, my roommate is sick again and he keeps trying to get me to go to his classes, but I really don't have the time for any of it, bro. I've got a ton of homework and reading that I need to take care of, and I can't take care of him. I was wondering if maybe you would be willing to help him out instead and get the lecture recorded again and bring him any paperwork.
MB: Why would I want to help a demon rat communist like him?
OP: He says he'll pay you. I'd take it up, dude. His mom's loaded and is totally covering his expenses. He says he'll give you 50 bucks if you bring him your notes until he's feeling better. What do ya say?
I could hear the gears of the enterprising patriot and capitalist turning on the other end of the phone. Getting paid for something he already had to do anyways was too much for MAGABeard to decline - especially since it meant depriving his sworn ideological enemy of the valuable resources he needed to finance his AntiAmerican revolution.
MB: If he makes it 100, we've got a deal.
OP: I'm sure he would be more than willing to do that. Like I said, dude, he's totally loaded. His mom pays for everything. You just come back here with those notes, okay?
The line clicked and I set my phone back on the table. I was deliberately stirring the pot to send a message. It was not my responsibility to take care of BB because he refused to stop eating bleach-trash. If he was intent to continue on his stupid, painful path, then he would suffer the consequences of that path. I prayed that the consequences of that path would make him consider choosing a different one, but after watching him continue upon it, I was not so sure. Either way, I had set in motion something that would spiral soon out of control. I tapped on the doorframe of BB's room and told him that his notes were coming. He mumbled something which I could not discern and returned to his video games. Another box of delicious stale pizza pie sat on the edge of his computer desk, half eaten.
The hours melted off the clock. I returned to my room, and I had finally caught up on all my assignments. Confident in my understanding of the course material, I settled into my bed and opened my laptop. I put on a movie to waste away the rest of the evening and wait for the arrival of MAGABeard at our apartment. A knock on the door jarred me loose from the fantasy on the screen. I shouted across the hall for BB to get up off his lazy ass and answer it. No reply came. Did he finally kill himself from eating bleach?
I got up from where I reclined and went to the living room. I noted that BB's door was shut on my way past his room. Maybe he was taking a nap. Whatever. I went to the front door and opened it. MB stood there, clutching yet another sheaf of papers. I said hello and invited him inside. I told him that my roommate's door was just down the hall, and that he should go knock. I led the way and went back into my room. I shut the door and climbed back into my bed. I could hear MB knocking through the paper thin walls. I wanted to be in a nice safe space behind a locked door when the fireworks went off.
I heard the door open and muffled voices exchanged curt greetings. I assumed then that the papers passed hands, and MB now stood there with his hand out, expectantly awaiting the 100 bucks that BB was supposed to tender for these services that he rendered. An awkward explosion of shouts ensued.
MB: What the fuck! What do you mean you're not going to pay me? You owe me a hundred bucks. Cough it up.
BB: Why would I give a literal fucking fascist anything? Besides, I don't even have any money. Get the Hell out of my apartment before I get the campus police in here.
MB: Maybe you should recycle all that fucking garbage you got in there, fat boy.
BB: GET OUT! I'ma call the cops, I swear.
MB: Call them. I don't give a shit! I hope they drag you off to jail, you fucking con artist. Don't think this is over!
BB's door slammed in what I can only presume to be MB's face, and I heard him shuffle about in the hallway of our apartment. Several bangs ensued. Was he beating on the door of BB? No. Later I would find out that he was punching and kicking holes in our drywall in a fit of rage. A final cry of THIS ISN'T OVER echoed through the apartment as the front door slammed. I smiled as I went to bed that night, only being awakened by the sound of retching and bleach farts in the dead hours of the morning. I dismissed them, and put some earplugs in to catch a couple extra hours before I had to begin my day.
I awoke that morning, took a shower, got dressed, and gathered my belongings for the classes ahead. As I walked out of my dorm that morning, I paused at the open door. Tacked up on the outside of our door was a flyer. Still bleary from sleep, I took it down and examined it. It was a letter of condemnation, a quickly mass-produced printout remarking that a rapist lived in our dormitory wing. Was MB so scorned over such a small sum that he would go to such great lengths to bring punitive attention to BB? It seemed like it. The flyer described an obese man adorned in Russian LARPer regalia who was responsible for several rapes that happened on campus, and that victims of his heinous crimes were encouraged to come forward to the campus police and tell their story, and see about getting him expelled from the college.
I had a hunch that it was a total fabrication, made by a steaming MB in the middle of the night so that he could get his revenge on the stingy petite bourgeosie who wouldn't pay him for his work. One look at BB confirmed that he probably didn't even know what a vagina looked like. I was highly dubious that he ever even left the apartment to attend classes in the first place, let alone that he ever got invited to parties where these alleged rapes occurred. Still, I took the flyer down and threw in the trash. When I exited the apartment and locked the door, I looked down the hall.
Every single door in our dormitory had been canvassed with these flyers. MB must have been pissed. The entire hallway was covered. As I walked down the hall and towards the staircase, I paused at each floor below mine to look, and most certainly, they had been flyered too. I had no inclination to try and rip them all down. It was simply too much to do before I had to get to class. Also, people were beginning to file out of their rooms and look at the curious papers that had been summarily taped to their doors in the middle of the night. I could only wonder what the end result of this flyering campaign would entail.
I shrugged my shoulders and went outside. Lamp posts, newspaper boxes, trash cans, bulletin boards, fences, everywhere I looked on my way to trig that morning had been plastered with these flyers, and now that the greater student body was beginning to wake up and walk around, they were reading the contents of its pages. For a moment I wondered if any of this fallout would find its way back to me. For a second I was nervous. Then I said, screw it. I wasn't the one getting slandered. I wasn't the one doing the slandering. Not my problem.
When I arrived in trig that morning, the professor hadn't arrived yet and the classroom was buzzing about the communist copulator. Some students were huddled together, jabbering about the latest news.
Life is a game of telephone, and somebody, somewhere in the circle, decided to run with the story and interject their own version of events. It was now getting relayed to the rest of the student body. One guy sat in a circle of a couple of others, and was telling his version of events.
Male Student 1: Yeah, he raped one of my friends. She told me that he stopped her on her way home while she was drunk after a party and took her in an alleyway. The whole time, he kept saying shit like "for the motherland" and "filthy American whore". I guess he does it to try and demoralize people, isolate 'em from their national identity, you know? Make 'em think it's bad, so he can try and start a revolution or whatever. It's crazy.
Female Student 1: Oh my God! That's so scary! Somebody should do something about him.
Male Student 2: If I find out who this guy is, I'm gonna kick his ass.
Several of the students murmured in humble agreement. I couldn't help myself and walked up to their little group and interjected the TRUTH behind the Russian Rapist.
OP: Dude, where did you hear that garbage conspiracy theory? That's not it at all, bro. One of my friends got raped by him, too, and she told me that after he was done, he told her he was gonna carry his superior seed to term so he could breed a race of Russian super soldiers to take over the government. If you're gonna talk about it, at least tell the truth.
Female Student 2: That's disgusting. So, he's going around trying to knock up girls so they can make his babies?
OP: I mean, isn't that the point? I dunno. All I know is that this guy is on the loose, so you all should be careful walking around campus. If you see him, you should probably call the campus police. Hopefully, we can get this guy thrown in jail where he belongs.
Female Student 1: Yeah, but he's still out there. What are we gonna do in the meantime? It's not safe.
I smiled. She was absolutely gorgeous - a short little blonde with radiant blue eyes that was fit as a fiddle. I played it cool.
OP: You can hang out with me if you want. I'll protect you. I ain't scared of some commie.
She giggled but politely declined my offer. I shrugged and went to take a seat the back of the class. The lecture ensued and I took notes for the next couple hours. When it finally ended, I packed up my things and proceeded out into the courtyard. The flyers still flapped in the breeze and I decided to take one down and stuff it in my pocket. Despite everything that had happened, I didn't want BB to find himself the subject of undue harassment, and I surmised that if I could prevent him from appearing in public with his Soviet regalia, he might save himself some unnecessary headache at the hands of a spiteful beard.
I returned home for some lunch. It was about midday and BB was still sleeping. He had no idea about the turn of events that had taken place overnight, and dreamed instead about waifus and tendies. Rather than slide the flyer underneath his door to get lost in the garbage heap on the other side, I pinned it to the wall directly across from his room so he would see it when he woke up. Then, I made myself some lunch, took a quick break, and returned to classes for the rest of the day.
When I finally got home in the early afternoon when all was said and done, BB paced back and forth in the living room. He was covered in a nervous sweat that glistened beneath the bare light bulb. He had donned his trenchcoat and hat, perhaps to comfort himself, and marched back and forth. The wooly cloak swished with each turn. I came inside and he stopped to look at me. He tried to speak but all that came out was a whimper. For the first time since I met him, I actually felt bad for him.
OP: What's going on, BB?
BB: I... I'm scared, OP. I don't know what I'm gong to do.
This has gone on long enough for now, and real life duties call. I shall return with more BB in the not too distant future.
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2021.12.04 05:35 Ayumi_a105 Rieselfelder in Münster
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2021.12.04 05:35 Optimistic_Human What's the game with like aliens in a squad?
I remember seeing the clips quite some time ago, but I can't figure out what the game was. Jerma was voicing all the characters in his squad. Kinda reminded me of a crossover between Spore and an RTS game....
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2021.12.04 05:35 XclusiveMTL HODL. Literally.
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2021.12.04 05:35 alskjdhf What do you consider to be absolutely barbaric, that most people think is totally normal?
2021.12.04 05:35 throw-away_867-5309 Can we please fix the interaction between Stasis freeze and Thundercrash/Chaos Reach?
These are literally the only two Supers that lose all of their Super charge once activated and frozen, AND they are unable to break out of being frozen manually. It's even worse when it comes to Silence and Squal, as the animations for activating the Supers, which break you out of being frozen, are long enough to have to become frozen a second time.
They changed the interaction between Stasis Glacier Grenade and Nova Bomb, so why are they keeping in the interaction with Thundercrash/Chaos Reach and being frozen?
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2021.12.04 05:35 Brianyeetamole Blursed ham
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2021.12.04 05:35 tejulalmalviy Must listen satsang by sant rampalji maharaj
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2021.12.04 05:35 wannafun06 güzel vs
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