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2021.11.29 23:34 I_fap_to_moris Getting Maxson battlecoat from fallout 4
2021.11.29 23:34 MangoArtificer Railroading Online Dm alienates and sexualizes children's pc
My first reddit post here i decided to make it here as I love critcrab's content.This is my first bad Dm and it might be the worst one I will ever encounter.The people of this story are Me a simic hybrid artificer,friend a catgirl blood hunter,Chad(not real name) our awful Dm,Ranger,Bard,and Krush(comedic relief barbarian.
Our story starts off in an unnamed continent me and friend are playing out backstories with Chad.Something I thought this was cool but he didn't accept friend's homebrew race a felis(small sentient cat people basically cats on there hind legs talking).He made her into a beautiful anime cat girl.Me and my friend wanted intertwining backstories.For our backstories to fit he forced her to be a blood hunter.Blah blah blah she is now friends with a werewolf dog man named Drae.Drae had a totally original edgy outcast nobody to raise him backstory.Oh and he also is a bisexual sex maniac.Yada Yada they and friend crashed a boat and got injured my character a doctor came to save them.Hunters came to hunt Drae the werewolf who i had no idea why the hell he was here.Who proceeded to take his clothes off and grab friends character.Keep in mind Friend is 12 irl.The hunters beleived it was just rowdy teens for some reason coming here with no idea if there atually was a werewolf.Drae proceeds to say.By the way about the clothes she ripped them off me.Shes feisty you like em feisty too.Chad:Friend likes Drae treating her like this.Friend:no she doesnt.Chad:kind of a little.
We for some reason are hired by these hunters and guess what friend and Drae have to sleep in the same room with one small bed.
This is were we should have left the campaign but we both wanted something new and through some stupid tomfuckery we ended up at Generic no name magic school.This is were the other players are introduced.Me and friend never meet bard or ranger so we dont have much from them.We meet Krush who is an absolute delight to play with.For some reason Drae is just immortal and bam offers immortality to friend.Krush the 6 foot 9 half orc:It not fair how come catgirl get immortality and krush doesnt.Some more things that make no sense krush gets the immortality.He celebrates by chanting his name.KRUSH KRUSH KRUSH.Then Drae dies out of nowhere just dead.
Something i forgot to mention is my character is the only artificer which I didnt know until an hour after i joined the game.So i propose new magic to the headmaster who decides my points are invalid and fuck me because he so pro at magic.Some stupid stuff happens with a vampire that was way too strong for our level 3 characters which were all in different parts of the college.Then me and friend left.So did everybody else after that.They got fed up with him and left.We all talked about it.He had apparently had an npc try to sexually assault bard and once i told them why we left everybody was done.
Us players though did make our own campaign a few days later and are having a damn good time now.We reported chad for sexualizing a minors character but nothing has come of it and he is now free to roam the lands of online ttrpgs and ruin some other peoples days.
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2021.11.29 23:34 kamaad Almost completed everything, I just need the last 3 multiplayer achievements for Origins.
Just looking for a full lobby to farm with, but no joy so far
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2021.11.29 23:34 DuelKarma Mistborn, done in the same style as Arcane. Yes Please!
Mistborn is such an amazing story. I've always wanted to see it translated into a movie, but there would be a lot of challenges on how to show the magic systems effectively on live action. After watching Arcane, I've decided that the best way to do Mistborn correctly would be an anime, in a similar artistic style to Arcane. Who agrees?
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2021.11.29 23:34 FesterTY discord_irl
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2021.11.29 23:34 Dallas26126 Former anti-1911 guy until I bought this Colt M45A1. First 1911 and now I’m a believer!
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2021.11.29 23:34 SMDorff0258 Anyone in the Grand Rapids, MI market.
2021.11.29 23:34 HMSPOGUE Watched over some episodes with Barry in them, and he's actually very handsome with the manbun action he got going on. [Swoons]
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2021.11.29 23:34 kramestain Things I'd like to see in Fable 4.
I'm sure there's another post like this, but without further ado, I'll start..
What do you guys think they absolutely need to bring back?
I'd really like for the next game to bring back all the weird things you could do e.g have std's, have orgies, and own all the properties in the game. Going on random crime sprees. I also loved being able to have a personal relationship with Every npc in the game (just about) and reputations in each city/ with each npc. I've always felt these things were a big part of what drew me to to the game.
2021.11.29 23:34 joseppitrash She hasn't responded...?
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2021.11.29 23:34 mmyoney Do Not Hump [Ilford Delta 400 35mm - Canon A-1]
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2021.11.29 23:34 TheDumbBot Cursed_question
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2021.11.29 23:34 sbpotdbot CFL Daily - 11/30/21 (Tuesday)
2021.11.29 23:34 zjwerre Any Sioux Falls YouTubers or Other Content Creators?
Just curious if there's anyone else in the area who has a YouTube channel or creates content for an online platform. I posted my very first video in 2008 and now do YouTube full-time. I would love to connect with anyone in the area who also is in the "content creation industry".
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2021.11.29 23:34 Stauce52 No more make it stop
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2021.11.29 23:34 PlaygDoktor Needing help with workflow.
I've been editing for a few months now, however I don't think I have the best habits because I only use the standard shortcuts for cutting and 'V.' I was wondering what shortcuts might help. I have a standard 10-key keyboard, I was wondering what you do or what your layout was so I can start becoming more efficient and effective.
I will probably take inspiration from your layout or just straight copy it, whatever works lol. I appreciate any and all help!
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2021.11.29 23:34 PlusPush2749 Layer shift on tall prints
I'm having a layer shift issue on tall prints with my ender 3 pro its happening at the same spot and cpletely shifts the print not just the one layer. Is there a known fix to this I've already tightened the belts and bed and not sure what else I can do.
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2021.11.29 23:34 hg1522 Severe blood sugar drops after taking insulin
I’m 27M and have had type 1 diabetes since 14. Recently I’ve been experiencing occasional extreme drops in blood sugar that happen 10-15 minutes after an insulin injection. It has occurred after taking both quick-acting and slow-acting shots.
Two days ago, my blood sugar was 120 going into lunch. I took a relatively small 4-unit shot (Admelog) and started eating, and 10 minutes later my blood sugar was 40 with all the symptoms of an extreme low (sweating, palpitations, dizziness). Yesterday, I took my regular 15-unit dose of my long-acting insulin (Basaglar) in the evening. My blood sugar was 180 at the time of injection, and 10 minutes later I test it again...70. Both times I chugged a bottle of apple juice and rebounded to over 200 within the following couple hours. If it wasn’t for my CGM showing the drop, who knows what would have happened.
In the past couple months, I’ve also had one other similar incident with Admelog and two with Basaglar. I’ve read about Lantus lows and how they can be caused by injecting into a blood vessel, but there doesn’t seem to be anything about people experiencing severe drops after both quick and slow-acting doses. Could something be wrong with my insulin? None of the vials/pens I’ve used are expired, but they’ve been sitting in my fridge for a long time before usage (almost a year). If this isn’t an insulin problem, are there any conditions or rare cases of type 1 that lead to these types of insulin malfunctions? It seems like the insulin is acting all at once as soon as I inject it.
Would very much appreciate any insights that can be offered. These drops are terrifying and it’s at the point where I’m extremely anxious before every insulin shot. My blood sugar is also running high because I’m afraid to take too many units in case there’s a huge drop. Has anyone else experienced or heard about this type of frequent severe reaction to both quick and slow-acting insulin?
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2021.11.29 23:34 springtrap456778 a
Meu nome é Yoshikage Kira. Tenho 33 anos. Minha casa fica na parte nordeste de Morioh, onde todas as casas estão, e eu não sou casado. Eu trabalho como funcionário das lojas de departamentos Kame Yu e chego em casa todos os dias às oito da noite, no máximo. Eu não fumo, mas ocasionalmente bebo. Estou na cama às 23 horas e me certifico de ter oito horas de sono, não importa o que aconteça. Depois de tomar um copo de leite morno e fazer cerca de vinte minutos de alongamentos antes de ir para a cama, geralmente não tenho problemas para dormir até de manhã. Assim como um bebê, eu acordo sem nenhum cansaço ou estresse pela manhã. Foi-me dito que não houve problemas no meu último check-up. Estou tentando explicar que sou uma pessoa que deseja viver uma vida muito tranquila. Eu cuido para não me incomodar com inimigos, como ganhar e perder, isso me faria perder o sono à noite. É assim que eu lido com a sociedade e sei que é isso que me traz felicidade. Embora, se eu fosse lutar, não perderia para ninguém.
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2021.11.29 23:34 isothope Changes with Cooking or Blending?
Consider the following meals, assuming the same serving size for each. Are there any differences in nutrition, satiety, or anything else?
2021.11.29 23:34 leslieisawesome Lock It Up - Charli XCX (SOPHIE Production)
2021.11.29 23:34 imjustawolf I really do not understand these positions. I played Ke3 which is losing, but g3 is winning?? I’m so confused
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2021.11.29 23:34 Anthony2015 Coffee
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2021.11.29 23:34 svanapps Who is Parag Agrawal, Twitter’s new CEO?
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2021.11.29 23:34 butterenergy A Story on the Prairie
“Dad, why are the blacks being deported?”
“Because the Eurasian government knows best. The order has been given to relocate the black population, and I am obliged to follow their orders.”
Her father was a local government minister, one of the people who ran the local collaborationist government, as well as a pastor at the local Baptist church. He was involved with managing the transportation and deportation of people.
“I can’t believe you’re complicit in this. How can you possibly justify being complicit with ethnic relocation?” Lindsey asked.
“I do it for the greater good. When you’re older, you’ll understand why I did the things that I did.” her father said.
“That isn’t a good enough excuse!” Lindsey replied. “You can’t justify working with the Eurasians when they’re segregating our friends, our neighbors!”
“I can and will if it means that our family remains safe.”
“I think you’re just doing this to get out your inner racism, I've seen you preach.” Lindsey responded. “Your sermons filled with nothing but Eurasian propaganda. Telling how God wants us to be separate. You say nothing while millions are being deported, I’m starting to believe you support it.”
Her father was silent.
“Whatever,” Lindsey said. “I’m going over to Sarah’s house.”
“You know how I feel about you going to the African American communities.” her father said. “You know it’s not a good look for us, and the last thing we need is to stir up attention. Around this time, we should only be seeing people of our own race. It’s what the Eurasians demand of us.” After this, his eyes looked over somewhere for the briefest of seconds, but quickly looked back. “Don’t make me come out young lady.”
Ever since the Eurasian occupation began, they had begun segregating out the races into their own constituent zones. Due to the incredibly mixed nature of American demographics, determining who was what was difficult, so it almost always came down to the subjective judgement of a Eurasian officer.
The African Americans would eventually be deported back to Africa, according to the Eurasian plans, but due to the difficulty of accessing Africa, due to American dominance in the Atlantic, this was a stopgap solution until something else could be worked out.
She walked towards the door. “Stupid dad, racism isn’t even in the Bible he loves so much.”
“I heard that!” her dad yelled back. Lindsey just closed the door faster, she had a habit of blurting her thoughts out loud.
She wondered if her father would come after her, but after 30 seconds, nothing happened. She didn’t know if this made her more or less angry, she wanted to have an argument with her dad.
Inside, the father was clutching his fists, trying his best not to get frustrated. Sighing, he picked up one of the Bibles he had on the shelf. This was a New International Version, complete contraband in Eurasian society. He put his fingers on the Bible, feeling the words and thin paper which made it up, and then he prayed, moisture forming in his eyes.
The ghetto for African Americans was located across town. Though the Eurasians promised to treat everyone separate but equally, in practice everyone knew how that went. Rough pavement, boarded houses, and rough construction characterized the neighborhood.
She went to the shack she recognized most and knocked on the door. When Sarah opened the door, Lindsey practically leaped at her and gave her an embracing hug.
“You’re not gone,” Lindsey said, her eyes moistening.
“Yeah… My family wasn’t picked, yet,” Sarah replied. “We still have a few more weeks, the Eurasians are planning on moving us further West inland, and a few have been randomly chosen… We’ve been doing nothing all morning but helping our neighbors pack. It’s hard for us to say goodbye, but we have to be there to make it a little easier. They have to be ready to go by sundown.”
“Let me help,” Lindsey replied. “Some of them were my neighbors too, before… Everything that happened.”
“Well, we can help old man Joseph over there. Poor him, his family has been here for generations, and he loves America. But now he has to leave and wave it all goodbye.”
“Technically, he’s not leaving America yet. He’s just getting moved to California.”
“I know. But he knows that he’s going to be leaving soon enough, California is only a temporary solution.”
They walked over to Old Man Joseph’s house, where he stood forlornly, looking at the skyline of the city he had lived all his life. The man was somewhere around 70.
“Hi Mr. Joseph… Lindsey and I are here to help you pack.”
Mr. Joseph looked at them, and clearly saddened, developed a strange look at his face.
“Aren’t you two girls a little too young to be doing this?” Mr. Joseph sighed. “This is usually men’s work.”
“We’re strong enough, Mr. Joseph,” Sarah said. “We can lift up the boxes, and when one of us can’t we’ll lift them together.”
Mr. Joseph sighed. “Young people and female empowerment, eh? Well, guess times are changing. But I’ll help you two out, it’s not decent for a man to let the women do the work. I’ll take care of the stuff upstairs; you take care of the stuff downstairs. I’ve already packed most of it into boxes, so you’ll know what stuff to move. All of it is to go outside on the front lawn.”
They went into Mr. Joseph’s house, Lindsey and Sarah worked on the ground floor, while Mr. Joseph went upstairs.
“Why’s Mr. Joseph so old fashioned? He grew up during the Progressive Era, didn’t he?” Lindsey asked.
“Lindsey!” Sarah replied. “Jesus Christ, talking about him in his own house, no less.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Yes, he was born during the early 2000’s and lived through the New Progressive Era in his youth. But it’s a weird thing that happens with old people, no matter how progressive they are, one day they start reminiscing about the good old days. His opinions now were outdated even in the 2010’s. But cultures change, people change, and now we’re here.” Sarah said. “Now help me lift this box.”
“What, was Mr. Joseph right about the boxes being too heavy for you?” Lindsey taunted.
“Shut up and help me lift the damn box,” Sarah replied smiling.
They spent the next few hours hauling boxes up and down from the basement.
Lindsey looked at the pieces of furniture, various heirlooms, and shelves of books evidently not in boxes. “Should we try to move these?”
“No,” Sarah replied. “He gave us orders to move the stuff in the boxes. He’s likely not bringing the stuff not in the boxes.”
“Why not?” Lindsey asked.
“There’s not enough room, that’s why,” Sarah replied. “He’s likely already packed everything that’s really important in the boxes.”
“Some of this looks pretty important,” Lindsey said, looking at various family photos which he would be leaving behind. “What could be in the boxes?”
“Not our business,” Sarah replied. “This is already a hard enough situation already, let’s try not to think about it.”
They had moved everything to the front lawn, the basement was now devoid of boxes.
“Let’s check if there’s anything we can do to help upstairs,” Lindsey suggested.
Sarah nodded, and they went upstairs. They saw that a few boxes had been packed as well. They looked around for Mr. Joseph, and found him in his room, shedding a tear while saluting an enormous American flag, before slowly and solemnly taking it down.
Even Lindsey realized this was a delicate moment. But she still decided to call out:
“Uh… Mr. Joseph?” she almost whispered.
“GAH!” Mr. Joseph yelled. And then started laughing. “You can’t sneak up on Old Man Joseph like that. I’m too old, you’ll give me a heart attack!” he laughed, but they could tell it was tainted with streaks of sadness.
“Uh…” Lindsey said. She had really tried being as quiet and respectful as possible.
“Mr. Joseph!” Sarah interrupted. “We’re all done the stuff in the basement, so we were just wondering if there was anything we can do here.”
“Why are you bringing an American flag? The Eurasians will have you shot if they knew you had that!” Lindsey asked.
Sarah looked at Lindsey funny. But Mr. Joseph began speaking.
“Because if I’m leaving here, I want to bring with me something that reminds me of home. My son died in the 3rd World War defending this flag, and so will I.” he said.
“It only has 50 stars though,” Lindsey commented.
“How did you even count that fast? Are you young people now superman? Holy Jesus,” Mr. Joseph commented. “But yes, this flag only has 50 stars. And once upon a time, that was the number of states in our glorious union. The number of stars does not matter, the ideas and concept this little piece of fabric conveys has always stayed the same. The country hasn’t always been the nicest to us blacks, but I still love it. It was also the flag my son died under,” Mr. Joseph explained.
“Oh,” Lindsey said, now mildly uncomfortable.
“Little secret. If you pack contraband in a little box, and then wedge it between a whole bunch of other stuff. The authorities will never find it,” Mr. Joseph winked, packing the flag into a little box.
“Do you know that from experience, or are you just guessing?” Lindsey asked.
“Just guessing, but there’s only one way to test it,” Mr. Joseph winked.
They spent the rest of the time moving the upstairs boxes as well. After that, they packed everything into a truck, and it was time to say goodbye to Mr. Joseph.
“I’m going to a place far, far away. Thank you girls for helping me pack,” he said, with some tears in his eyes. “I hope we meet again, whether it be here, somewhere else, in this life, or the next. God bless you, God bless you both.”
They waved as the truck slowly drove away. The truck was gray. That was strange, as the Eurasians always seemed to prefer the color black. But she began the long trek home.
She arrived back at home after a day spent helping Mr. Joseph moving boxes. Her dad was home after a long day at work, presumably at the office. Lindsey didn’t really want to talk to him after everything that happened.
“Lindsey?” he asked.
Lindsey headed upstairs.
“Look we can talk about what happened this morning in-”
She slammed the door.
The father sighed. She wouldn’t be able to understand what he was doing was for the greater good. He looked over at the blinking lights in the corner, small and faint, barely enough to be detected.
He called to Lindsey. “Dinner’s ready, I’m going to go take a nap for a bit. Microwave dinner if it’s cold. I’ve already eaten.”
“… You’ll understand why I did the things that I did when you’re older.”
“What will I understand? Why you sold out to the Eurasians?” Lindsey asked.
Her father looked into the corner with the blinking lights, sighed, and then said. “The Eurasians are maintaining law and order; we have to obey them because of our situation. I love you, no matter what, and I hope you can soon understand my situation.
Make sure you follow curfew; I’ll make sure you’re asleep by ten.”
No words came out after that. The father decided he needed some sleep, he stumbled up to his room, and let his head hit his pillow. Around 12 AM, the father woke up again. Barely 5 hours of sleep, but it will have to do. He tip-toed and got dressed in absolute darkness. Donning entirely black clothes and snuck by his daughter’s room. She was asleep.
Bags ran under his eyes, this wasn’t the first time he would be doing this, and he hoped it would not be his last. He had barely been getting sleep
He jumped through the shadows, his dark clothing concealing him from the Eurasian cameras. He eventually made his way to a dark alley, where a group of hooded figures were meeting up. There was a black woman standing there.
“… And none of this would be possible without the help of our mole.” One of the hooded figures said. “How about you, Rob?”
Lindsey’s father’s name was Rob. As a Baptist minister, he was under scrutiny by the Eurasian government, they barely tolerated his sermons as is. And he needed to showcase his loyalty to continue being allowed to do what he did, for it was this loyalty that allowed him to do what he needed to do.
He didn’t care if the neighbors, if the world, or even his own daughter hated him, because he knew he would be able to explain the whole situation to her soon enough. And above it all, God will know what he did, what he went through. And that would be enough.
“Your travel documents are ready; we’ll pick you up in one of our gray vans. Not black, gray.” Rob said to the black woman. “I’ve made sure the departments of Eurasia won’t know a thing; all the fabrications are finished. We can smuggle you out of here and into American territory, I’m sorry we can’t do much more. But you’ll come back to fight another day. You’re going to have one day to pack, and we’ll come pick you up before the Eurasians do. Take your children with you. Do you understand?”
The woman nodded and gave him a hug. “Thank you, thank you…” She then slipped back into the dark of night.
“God bless you, Rob, it’s good to have a man on the inside,” a hooded figure said. “Old Man Larry Joseph made it to Missouri. He’s back in the land of the free, thanks to you. We have him on the phone if you’d like.”
“Give me that.”
“…Rob? Rob is that you?” Mr. Joseph asked.
“Yes Larry, it’s me.”
“Thank you so much. The debt I owe you is immeasurable.”
“It’s work I do in the name of God,” he whispered solemnly. “There is neither Jew nor Gentile in his almighty eyes.”
“Oh, you’re going to love this Rob,” Mr. Joseph said. “But your daughter came over to help move my boxes. Complete coincidence, I know.”
“What!?” Rob asked.
“Like father, like daughter. Guess altruism flows through your genes, heh,” Mr. Joseph said. “But there’s one more thing. When I get to St. Louis, I’m going to enlist in the militia. I’m coming back with a rifle in my hands, Rob.”
“Uh… No offense Larry, but you’re a little old to be fighting. For God’s sake you’re almost 70!” Rob replied.
“Heh, Mr. Joseph said. “I spent my entire adult life in the US military. Never underestimate an old man in a field where men die young. Alas, my son followed in my footsteps, and my son…”
Rob was silent.
“Thank you, you are doing God’s work, and I mean it. The Eurasians are headed for St. Louis, and when they get there, I will be there,” Mr. Joseph said.
“I’m glad you’re safe, keep in touch,” Rob replied. He hung up the call and gave the phone back to the hooded man.
“Get some sleep Robert,” one of them said. “It’s late, and you’ve already done more than enough. You’ve been coming here every night for many nights; we can see the bags under your eyes. You still have a full day of work tomorrow, and you can’t afford to look too tired for that.”
“I don’t think-”
“As the leader of Wichita Resistance Movement, I hereby order you to go home and get some rest,” the hooded figure said. “Please Rob, we know how much this means to you, but it’s not going to do much good if you’re working day and night like this.”
Robert nodded, gave the man a firm handshake, and began sneaking through the darkness back to his home.
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