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2021.11.27 23:00 antman818 Boring Saturday night

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2021.11.27 23:00 StrongbowFFedMe You are not a pussy..you are not a pussy...

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2021.11.27 23:00 Sugar_Daddy24 Got 2 Heatrans in a row, and caught both with just 1 ball each! Wow!

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2021.11.27 23:00 raven72774 Multi-Class in WWN?

I know the Adventurer Class allows you to mix two of the main three Classes at character creation. Can you do that sometime after character creation? Say I have a Warrior at Level 6 and I want a Level of Mage? Would I stop at Level 6 Warrior and gain a Level 1 Mage? Or maybe continue at Level 7 Warrior and maybe get a Mage Foci to allow me to cast spells?
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2021.11.27 23:00 TiTech JRPGs with historical European setting?

Trying to think of some but its surprisingly hard. By historical European setting I mean that it takes place in a real country in our world (doesn't matter if theres fantastical elements or not). Most jrpgs are inspired by European history but very few actually take place in it so was wondering if anyone knew some. (All I can think of is koudelka/shadow hearts and if I was going to stretch it Drakengard technically counts)
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2021.11.27 23:00 Pyronar The Tournament

They wouldn’t see my tears. That much I could be sure of. Not the rabble shouting from the sidelines, not the fat nobles more interested in wine than the spectacle, not my father. I wouldn’t be a show for any of them. Nor would I give in to my sister’s worried glances. The prize of the competition would play her role with dignity and congratulate the victor no more than required. There would be no more entertainment at my expense.
The knights rode out in their decorated armour, flaunting like peacocks. Most could be discarded as nobodies who arrived to pretend they belong at the royal court. Families in disrepute, honorary titles, mystery knights trying to use their bizarre oaths to draw a crowd, none of them stood a chance. Intrigues outside the arena took care of what little chance they had. The King’s promise was unbreakable, but the rules of the competition were more easily bent. There were only three knights that mattered.
Sir Ronald Hayward, chief bootlicker of my father’s dynasty, rode in dressed in purple with a lion on his crest. If I were important enough to marry off without games and pretense, father would choose him. Sir Tristan Raime sat pompously on his horse, sickly yellow from head to toe—as much as his house might claim it was “golden”—with the head of a hawk upon his shield. Old, married twice before, looking for a pretty nurse with royal blood. The final important contestant was Sir Roderick Garner in blue and red colours of foreign House Moor. A champion sent on behalf of a sickly young prince that had never seen me.
The herald’s speech was coming to an end, along with my patience and what little wine I was allowed to have at this festival in my honour. Sylvia, my golden-locked perfect sister, gave a little clap at the final remark about the promise of my hand. Her fake smile was put to the test today. Every polite greeting handed out to a minor duke or count was more strained than the one before it. Her husband was nowhere to be seen either.
When the clashing began I looked at it with a smile. I wanted them to break each other’s necks for the stupid pride and recognition of which I were a token. Of course, reality was much less thrilling. Save for a few small injuries, the metal roosters clashed against each other safely, not wishing to upset the various great Houses with a dead or crippled heir. Some less bitter part of me noticed a similarity there, but at least they weren’t the prize.
Patience had never been a strength of mine. As the crowd of challengers was thinning in a predictable fashion, my hand closed around a servant’s wrist. I put my empty goblet out. The girl with the pitcher was sweating bullets. All she managed to force out was:
“His Majesty said…”
“Are you trying to tell me no?”
She blanched and obeyed. The wine felt warm. Maybe the nobles had the right idea after all.
“That wasn’t very nice, Lucy,” Sylvia said under her breath.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, sis.”
“There was no need to scare her.”
She had a point, as she usually did.
“I can’t stand this farce sober, Sylvia.”
“Then treat it as a farce. Ruin their fun. Not like being on your best behaviour will help anymore. Just don’t take out your frustration on others, and don’t give up hope just yet.” Before my foggy mind could come up with a retort, she’d already gone back to chatting up a shrill-voiced woman about her family history.
As the sun neared the horizon, four knights were preparing for the final jousts. The first three were exactly the ones I expected. The fourth man was another nobody with a special oath: the Silent Knight. He had a white outline of a unicorn on the front of his black armour. At least the Silent part meant one less impassioned speech from a suitor to listen to. I extorted more wine from the servant and prepared for the worst. After the herald reminded everyone again of today’s prize and the ironclad nature of the King’s word, Sir Ronald ascended the steps and bowed.
“The strong and long standing friendship between house Hayward and…” Mercifully the wine tuned out much of his pathetic rambling. Somewhere in the fog a single thought ran in circles like a trapped rat: How did you get here? After years of being blissfully ignored my marriage was suddenly urgent business. That would be because you got caught with the daughter of Duchess Lewitt, the thought helpfully reminded me. Was that one night worth it? At the time you thought so. Why did they care anyway? At least Lily was of noble birth, unlike whoever father dragged into his chambers every night. That was part of the problem, came the instant retort. Before my internal squabble could slide further into insanity a shove from Sylvia brought me back.
“Now’s your chance,” she whispered.
The Silent Knight stood in front of me. Someone had apparently dismissed each of the other knights after their speech, but the black voiceless helmet still stared at me, its owner shifting uncomfortably in place. He looked shorter now. I took my handkerchief and rose to my feet. The world swayed but stayed upright. After a few careful steps, I approached the knight and tied the piece of fabric around his arm.
“Dear Sir!” At least my voice still sounded clear. “Your eloquence and the passion of your words have far outdone your rivals. Accept this gift and may luck favour you in your next bout. You may go.” The shocked whispers of the audience sent shivers down my spine. Father’s face turned redder than usual. Sylvia smiled, a little more genuine this time.
Back in the sinking comfort of my chair I watched the bootlicker and the replacement face each other off while my thoughts drifted back to Lily. Memories of that night rushed at me: soft touch, an elegant shadow in candlelight, whispered words still echoing in my head. Then I remembered the evenings we spent talking in the garden, her infectious laugh, the admiration I had for how she trained with a sword despite her mother’s wishes. She was always so… There was a stinging in my eyes. No! I said no tears! Not today. I chased the thoughts away. The crowd roared, pulling my attention back. Sir Roderick Garner lay in the dust beside his horse. The prince he served would be disappointed. This bout was done.
I allowed myself to cheer for the knight in black riding out to face the sickly-yellow old man. My handkerchief fluttered in the air. The beating of hoofs got louder, rapid. Lances aimed at their respective opponents. Tristan shook in his seat, let his lance fall to the side, and began to slide. It took me a moment to notice the snapped straps. The saddle moved off the horse’s back, the Silent Knight braced for impact, and metal clanged in the air. Tristan fell. The crowd went silent. The old man was alive but in no condition to continue.
Through the drunken haze a worry creeped into my head. That was a convenient accident. Did the mystery knight have someone looking out for him, someone powerful enough to slight House Raime and get away with it? The face of some illegitimate son from a distant kingdom flashed in my mind, followed by images of a long voyage far away from home and everyone I knew. Lily… I met the black visor’s silent look with a stare of my own.
After the loser had been attended to, Ronald Hayward and the Silent Knight faced each other for the final joust. My heart was pounding, afraid of either outcome. For a moment I imagined the two men impaling each other upon their weapons and bleeding out in the arena. Someone’s hand closed over mine. It was Sylvia. She was still smiling. I couldn’t muster a word. There was a shout. The horses rushed at each other. Lances were lowered. Somehow I knew it would all be over in one strike.
My thoughts drifted back to Lily, her raven black hair, her full lips, those deep blue eyes. She promised to protect me, no matter how many times we laughed it off. Wouldn’t that be nice right now? Both lances struck. I wasn’t surprised when Ronald’s shield turned out to be poorly secured or when the lance slid off it towards his neck. There was blood. Cheers and gasps filled the air. Someone was pulling strings. The victor dismounted, while men attended to the wounded lion.
There was no more hesitant shifting in the mass of black armour ascending toward me. It threatened to overwhelm me, drown me in its presence, but a beating in my temples and a sound of rushing blood took hold. Whoever this was, whatever right he thought he had to me, it would at least be on my terms. I wiggled out of Sylvia’s grasp and walked out to meet my future husband head on. Still not saying a word, he dropped to one knee.
“You’ve earned your reward, knight, but before my father will offer you my hand, remove your helmet.”
The visor looked up at me. The knight’s shoulders dropped a little. He leaned back. Good, be afraid.
“What’s the matter?” Was my speech slurred? No matter. “Have you made an oath about that too? Do you intend to keep your face hidden even on our first night?”
That got a few laughs and jeers from the audience. They were getting their show tonight, just not at my expense.
“Not here,” he muttered in a voice that was trying hard to sound deeper than it was. He must have been young. Handed over to a boy! There was something else about that voice, something the drinking and anger pushed far to the back of my thoughts.
“You’ve broken one oath already, so I don’t see the harm.”
My hands were on the straps before the knight could protest again. I knew where to look. Some of Lily’s books had more than sword techniques. Perhaps this would be her last gift to me, an opportunity to embarrass my would-be kidnapper. The helmet slid off effortlessly, and… dropped by my feet.
Where the visor used to be, I saw raven black hair, eyes deep as ocean, and lips I knew far too well. Lily looked at me, mouth agape. There was a dead silence in the air. It couldn’t be real. I wished I could pull her into my embrace this very moment, but I knew she’d vanish the moment I did. Someone else’s face would look at me once I dared so much as blink. There were footsteps behind me. A voice I could barely recognise rang crystal clear in the moment. A golden-locked woman with a smile as sincere as it gets addressed the crowd:
“Splendid show! And what an unexpected twist. To think my little Lucy will join the honourable House Lewitt. The King’s promise is unbreakable, is it not?” The audience was silenced, half by shock, half by her commanding voice. She raised her goblet high. “I couldn’t be happier for my sister. To the Princess and her victorious Knight!”
The noise and confusion around seemed so far away. Somewhere father fumed in his seat. All I felt was a pair of strong arms, still clad in metal pulling me in, closing around me. When have I dropped to my knees? Lily’s breath was on my ear. The words in her reassuring voice blended together with the chaos around us. Sylvia walked past us on her way back. I couldn’t make out what she said, but Lily’s reply was short and clear:
“Thank you.”
I put my arms on the cold steel and something inside me finally snapped. I sank into her embrace. Tears I fought back all day fell freely onto the black armour.
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2021.11.27 23:00 Kdkoch75 Using UPT everyday through peak

I have 43 hours of UPT available. My shift is normally 7a-530. Peak bumped it to 6a-530. Because of transportation issues, I can't do 6a. Plus, I just don't want to. They are already having me go to afe pack everyday when I'd rather stay up in stow.
Will anybody give me crap for using an hour of UPT everyday?
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2021.11.27 23:00 Jmattfortnite69 I am stuck at the tops casino because I stole a key and forgot to save before I went in(new Vegas by the way)

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2021.11.27 23:00 nowmods Perfect cinematic lighting mod overhaul your game with realistic Lighting and Colors. Cyberpunk 2077 may throw a few glitches from time to time, but it's hard to deny that it's a pretty game.

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2021.11.27 23:00 Dalekemperor756 Answer or perish

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2021.11.27 23:00 sushibabysid a mushroom i drew looked better on the back

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2021.11.27 23:00 ComradeAntarctica The only before and after transformation you need to see

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2021.11.27 23:00 Shatner_78 Bad performance

I'm using the Oculus Quest 2 through a good, 3rd part link cable. When playing my favorite game Pavlov VR I noticed some slight stutters and frame drops. This prompted me to open the HUD in the OculusDebugTool, which gave me a huge mess of a graph. I got around 2500 application frames dropped. I was also going from 80-90 htz to 30-40 every 3 seconds. I got a solid 100% VR Ready rating from the Steam VR Performance Test, and my PC runs these games perfectly from what I see on my monitor. I just want to know what is up with my headset.
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2021.11.27 23:00 ONEJaz Lemmy was just diagnosed with an orbital fracture, but with the help of some meds is starting to act normal again. Wish him luck in his recovery!

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2021.11.27 23:00 autotldr 'Afghan Girl' from National Geographic cover evacuated to Rome, Italian government says

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A photograph of Sharbat Gula became immortalized on the cover of National Geographic magazine, jolting governments and society to acknowledge the human price of the conflict in Afghanistan.
Amid the upheaval, Gula, who had been living in Afghanistan since 2016, was offered a safe haven in Italy, the Italian government said this week.
The Italian government acted after Gula made a plea for help to leave Afghanistan, it said, and it had worked with local and international charities and civil society to evacuate her.
Despite her face being internationally recognizable, Gula's identity and name were only found out and made public in 2002 after McCurry and a National Geographic team returned to the region to track her down.
Although she is one well-known case, Italy's government said Gula was part of a "Wider evacuation programme in place for Afghan citizens and the Government's plan for their reception and integration."
After time spent embedded with mujahideen fighters, McCurry shared some of the first images of the Afghan conflict with the world, with Gula's image humanizing the conflict and later becoming synonymous with his career as an award-winning war photographer.
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2021.11.27 23:00 smartybrome AWS Networking Masterclass - Amazon VPC and Hybrid Cloud

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2021.11.27 23:00 xCoNraDx [NA] East FACEIT Level 9 , ESEA Rank B+ LFP

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