Abyss watchers kicked my ass
2024.11.24 22:43 darkNtity Abyss watchers kicked my ass
So far since I've started playing it's been smooth sailing. Gundyr on the first try, Vordt took 2 tries, and Rotted Tree took 4, but man I quickly got reminded how this is still dark souls.
First try wasn't that bad actually, got them to around half health in the second phase, but after that...it was just bad run after bad run. It took me about 8 to 9 tries to finally do it, had some stupid deaths from me rushing things, but overall it was a very enjoyable experience. Awesome music, their moveset and attire is so cool, and it's truely a unique fight.
I'm curious how it turned out for others, so let me know.
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2024.11.24 22:43 Goldsoul2051 PRIMAL KYOGRE 2 LOCALS ADD 263814445341 and 531149495554
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2024.11.24 22:43 RumyDaigo These two have been living in my Head rent free for days now. Can't stop drawing them!
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2024.11.24 22:43 BellaMysteryise I wanna be your arab princess
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2024.11.24 22:43 GooseAccomplished569 Alguien especial
Osea, estuve con muchas chicas, y la verdad es que yo jamás me podía correr, siempre terminaba en modo manual, conocí a esta otra, lacial nos conocíamos desdé hace años,y la verdad me gusta como es, el caso es que con ella llego a correrme y varías veces ya sé es algoraro6
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2024.11.24 22:43 dataentrytard Enter to win the Elehear Beyond Hearing Aids. $419 Value. (12/15/2024) See the list of eligible nations {US UK AU NZ CA EU}
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2024.11.24 22:43 Ilovecrispapples Kyoger raid, adding 10
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2024.11.24 22:43 shvszn Got complimented and now I feel bad.
A guy complimented my outfit and kinda said I look amazing on the bus station. I was coming back from work and I was also flustered so I just said thank you and went on to board my bus. I am in my bed now and now I feel bad that the way I went about was rude.
Was I rude? This sucks! I occasionally get compliments so I didn't know how else to react. He was such a nice person. I feel bad now!
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2024.11.24 22:43 OctoberAfterMidnight Whats my eye colour?
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2024.11.24 22:43 Impossible-Corgi742 Today is my 3 year ex-mo-versary!!
Day started out great. Coffee and a workout. But TBM husband went to stake conference. Came home acting weird. We never fight, but suddenly we’re totally divided. Hate the division the church causes. Other than that, I feel great happiness at being out. Wish it could have been a day of celebration for us both. He doesn’t know what he’s missing cuz he can’t stop listening to THEM.
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2024.11.24 22:43 tcetin (SPOILER) Tabitha and Jade
So we know that Jade and Tabitha were here before as Christopher and Miranda. But that cannot be the first time they were here, right? Like the origin story is linked way before. People thought some of the monsters look like they came from 70's or 80's, and judging by the Victor's appearance (he is like in his 40s) it might fit the timeline but Miranda has her own children when she came in, and Victor has no memory of her and Christopher being close or whatever.
I think the two and the original sacrifice go way back. Maybe first Jade was the Civil War soldier. Only thing I can ship the soldier is a Kimono lady but now we know she is evil she can't be the first Tabitha.
Maybe I'm missing something, any thoughts?
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2024.11.24 22:43 Bubonic_Egg Has anyone ever swapped these into a 2023 Tacoma? If so, opinions?
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2024.11.24 22:43 Ok_Squash8808 788206142969 three local
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2024.11.24 22:43 xLunacy PSA: Philip can be a better thief than Debra.
As much as I like Debra, every time I see her knight clas change, it seems fairly useless. If we take into account class changes and inheritence into account, you can actually put Debra's SP passive on Philip and he can be better than her since he has access to Fighter. Accuracy is OK as a whole, while Debra has surety. No other thief has access to Fighter and has a decent passive. Milana's is great...but mage is generally useless on Thief.
Fighter has some really nice stuff like counterattack, follow-up, etc. Knight has barely anything for thief except some survavability. Mind you traits that say (Knight) or (Fighter) only work on those classes.
Now this assumes you get Philip's class change scroll and have a Debra to fodder, but considering max investment here. He's also neutral, which is great for some passives such as Lana, Elise or Alice.
Thoughts?
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2024.11.24 22:43 daddylongstroke504 Sweet 🎂
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2024.11.24 22:43 PriestessOfSpiders The Chalice of Dreams, Chapter 1: Knight
The Knight and his Squire trudged through the forest, each trying to hide his fatigue from the other. The Knight missed the relative comfort of his horse; even a full day’s ride would have been more tolerable than the long march that he had been made to endure.
“How much further?” asked the Knight.
The Squire consulted the map, a yellowed old sheet of parchment that had cost the Knight a small fortune to acquire. “We’re nearly there, my lord, we should be coming upon the entrance very soon.”
“That’s a small mercy, at least,” grumbled the Knight, trying to mask his apprehension and excitement behind exasperation. It wouldn’t do for someone of lesser status to see him show signs of nervousness.
The trees stretched tall into the gray sky, a mix of mist and foliage obscuring the feeble sun. Despite the season, the trees remained full and green, creating at times an almost solid canopy. And yet, even in the darkest patches of shadow, the Knight knew that this could not possibly compare to the blackness that was yet to come.
Within an hour the pair came upon a clearing, each instantly knowing they had reached their destination. Nothing grew within 100 yards of the entrance; it was as though even the very flora feared coming too close.
It wasn’t particularly impressive, all things considered. The Knight had anticipated something grand, perhaps a great staircase spiraling deep into the earth, or a mighty trapdoor. Instead it was just a square hole in the ground, perhaps 10 feet across, descending into utter darkness.
It hardly seemed appropriate as an entrance to the Labyrinth.
At the Knight’s instruction, the Squire removed the coil of rope from his pack, along with some pitons and a hammer. He set about preparing a line with which to lower themselves into the pit.
First went down their packs, tied to the hempen rope and lowered carefully. Neither of them fancied climbing down this far with dozens of pounds of gear on their backs. Next went the squire, lantern on his belt. The Knight watched as the light of his flame became smaller and smaller, until it looked like little more than a pinprick far below him. After a few minutes, there was a gentle tug upon the line; an invitation to come down.
The Knight took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as he steeled himself. I am not afraid, he thought to himself, I am the master of my fear. Exhaling, he opened his eyes, looking down once again at the tiny spark of light at the bottom of the yawning pit. He lit his lantern and set about his own descent.
It felt like an eternity as the Knight lowered himself down into the darkness below. Even with his lantern at his side, the shadows seemed too thick, too deep, growing blacker and blacker the further he descended. The sounds of the surface grew muffled too, before finally stopping altogether, the chirping of birds and the fluttering of leaves replaced with an all-pervading silence. The flickering lantern light scarcely illuminated the wet masonry at his sides, and were it not for the faint glimmer of light below him, the Knight would have felt utterly alone.
The lantern light below grew brighter and brighter, until finally the Knight was able to discern the face of his Squire peering up at him from the darkness, and allowed himself to relax somewhat. Moments later, he touched the ground, his chainmail clinking gently.
“How deep down are we?” asked the Knight.
“I’m not sure,” replied the Squire, “I lost track about halfway down. We had only barely enough rope.” He pointed at the line, dangling 3 feet above the floor.
“Well, let’s hope we don’t have to worry about any further shafts like this then, hmm?” said the Knight, “In any event, no point in dallying any further. It’s not as though we have any daylight to waste.” As if to prove his point, the Knight blew out his own lantern, making the shadows all the more darker now that there was only one source of light.
The Squire nodded, producing a piece of chalk from his pack, and the pair made their way forward into the gloom.
It was just a tunnel at first, carved out of the living rock and extending in two directions. They chose their way forward at random, simply taking the direction they had been facing. It wasn’t exactly an inspired method of exploration, but nobody had ever bothered mapping the Labyrinth.
After a few minutes of walking, they came upon an intersection, the path splitting to the left and right. The Squire looked up at the Knight, who gestured to the right. He nodded, and made a mark on the wall with chalk, and they continued down the chosen path.
They continued on like this for hours, simply walking down corridors, taking the occasional turn now and again, and marking their path with chalk. At least, it seemed like hours; they had no real way of measuring time in the blackness of the Labyrinth.
As they marched ever further, the Knight began to notice a faint smell; like citrons or lemons. A sweet scent, but with a sour undertone. It wasn’t unpleasant, but struck him as odd. He had expected the smell of mildew, rot, or just damp earth, but realized rather abruptly that he hadn’t encountered any of those smells. There was no mold, no fungus encrusting the walls. The tunnels were utterly sterile. He hadn’t so much as seen a rat, or even a cockroach scurrying away from their lanterns. The Labyrinth felt dead.
While the Knight pondered this, the Squire stopped abruptly. “What is it?” asked the Knight, confused. The Squire just pointed at an object on the floor, just barely within the small circle of illumination. The Knight stepped closer, peering down at it.
It was a bone. A human femur, to be precise, stripped clean of flesh. There were no tooth marks of rodents, nor any outward signs of rot. It was as if it had been bleached, and it reminded the knight of some of the pieces of ivory his family had possessed in his youth. There were no signs of any other remains.
“What does it mean, my lord?” asked the Squire.
“Nothing,” muttered the Knight, “it means nothing. Some poor soul must have lost his way down here and starved to death, and then the rats stripped the flesh from his bones. This piece must have been dragged away from the rest somehow.”
“But, my lord, I haven’t seen any-” began the Squire, before thinking better of it, “of course, my lord. My apologies.”
The Knight gave a grunt in response, and motioned for the Squire to continue forward.
After a few more perceived hours of wandering, the pair stopped to rest and consume a simple meal of nuts and dried meat. As they ate, both listened for any sound to disrupt the utter stillness that pervaded every inch of the tunnels, but none came. All was quiet, save for the sound of their chewing.
“My lord, may I ask you something?” asked the Squire.
“You just did,” replied the Knight, “but go on lad. What troubles you?”
The Squire bit his lip nervously. “Who built the Labyrinth? Why does it exist? I mean, we’ve been wandering for hours, and we haven’t seen any rooms, nothing to indicate any sort of purpose. There’s just these damned tunnels, stretching onward into infinity.”
The Knight sipped from his waterskin, pondering this. After a few moments he replied, “Who’s to say anyone built it? Perhaps it’s just always been there, a layer of tunnels like veins beneath the skin of the Earth itself. Maybe these tunnels dug themselves over the long millennia, the very rocks themselves arranging into complex forms out of simple boredom. Ultimately though, what does it matter? It’s not for the likes of us to know. All that’s important is what it can give us.”
“The Chalice,” murmured the Squire.
“Exactly, lad. The Chalice of Dreams. So long as we can find it, I couldn’t care less whether this damnable warren were dug by man or beast or demon or nothing at all. I’ll have a kingdom to worry about, and you,” said the Knight, chuckling as he clapped the Squire on the shoulder, “will be too busy enjoying the fruits of our success.”
The Squire smiled in response, but it was a nervous smile, filled with doubt and concern. If the Knight noticed this apprehension, he didn’t comment upon it. A few minutes later, the pair returned to their feet, marching onward into darkness.
After a few more randomly taken turns and miles of silent rock, something glinted in the light of the Squire’s lantern, a metallic gleam at the edge of vision. The Knight gestured for caution, drawing his sword as quietly as he could, though in the Labyrinth’s dark blanket of silence it still sounded far too loud. The citrus scent that had pervaded the tunnels seemed to grow stronger.
Creeping forward, the source of the reflected light became evident; a number of gleaming objects floated, seemingly unsupported, several feet above the ground. All were valuable; gleaming gemstones the size of fists, a fine pearl necklace, a tiara encrusted with diamonds, and dozens of gold coins made up the beautiful hoard, all twinkling in the light of the lantern.
Puzzled, the Squire looked to the Knight. “Is it witchcraft, my lord? Should we turn back?”
The Knight felt beads of sweat form upon his brow. Something was wrong. He didn’t like this at all. But he couldn’t appear weak, he could not look frightened. “I am not afraid,” he whispered, “I am the master of my fear.”
“What was that, my lord?” asked the Squire.
The Knight cleared his throat. “I said I don’t know. Probably a trick of some sort. An illusion. In the desert they tell stories of mirages, don’t you know? People claim to see oases on the horizon, water that wasn’t really there. Perhaps this is something like that, some optical trick.” The Knight’s tongue felt dry, and he felt unconvinced by his own explanation. The Squire, however, appeared intrigued, gazing upon the shining objects with a newfound fascination.
“You mean they aren’t real?”
“Of course not! How could they be?” The Knight gestured with his sword. “What comes up must come down, after all. Go ahead, try and touch one. I’m certain the illusion will dissipate.”
The Squire nodded, and moved forward to grasp one of the coins. He made an odd sort of grimace as his fingers wrapped around it, exhaling a breath of alarm.
“What is it, boy?” asked the Knight.
“The air feels... wet, somehow, my lord. And the coin, it doesn’t feel like an illus-AAURGH!” the Squire’s words were abruptly cut off my his scream of agony. Blisters began forming rapidly across the skin of his hand, blood seeming to seep into the air and curl like smoke.
“Let go! Pull your hand back!” cried the Knight.
“I can’t! I’m trying, but it won’t let me!” exclaimed the Squire, before screaming in agony once again as he was pulled by the arm further towards the floating treasures. More blood poured out from the Squire’s arm, beginning to suffuse the previously invisible jelly surrounding the gleaming baubles with a pinkish red.
The Knight thrust his sword deep into the ooze, but it was with terror that he realized that all that had served to accomplish was to get it stuck. Pulling with all his might, he managed to wrest the blade free, dripping slightly with steaming acid. The Squire was yanked forward once again, his body now fully engulfed within the increasingly reddish gelatinous mass save for one of his flailing arms. His cries of terror and pain were muffled by the protoplasm that covered his body.
The Knight hesitated, panic turning his muscles to stone and his mind ran through circles of fear and indecision. Coward! shrieked a voice in his own mind, It should have been you!
“No!” he shouted, “Never again!”
The Knight sheathed his sword, grasping his Squire’s spasming arm with both hands. The mass of slime before him was now almost totally opaque with blood, the lantern light shining through it painting everything in a crimson hue. He began to tug as hard as he could, digging his heels in as he pulled with every ounce of strength he had. There was a horrible tearing noise, and the Knight fell to the ground, clutching the arm of his Squire, which still twitched slightly despite having been ripped off at the shoulder. Then the light from the Squire’s lantern went out, deprived of oxygen within the confines of gelatinous atrocity which had killed its owner.
The Knight dropped the severed arm to the ground and ran screaming, blindly, into the darkness.
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2024.11.24 22:43 SweetAndConfused Confused
Left a toxic workplace because my boss was a bitch and caused me to be in the hospital with stroke like symptoms and chest pain.
Trying to figure out my next chapter in life. Just open to suggestions. Have 10 years experience in data but after my boss I just don't want to even look at data for a while. Just really curious what some suggestions might be because I'm just trying to figure it out myself
Thanks
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2024.11.24 22:43 nadzillaa “Binx is beat yo. She’s old bro.”
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2024.11.24 22:43 Weebwaifu0-0 Payment
Is it only credit and debit?
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2024.11.24 22:43 SignificanceOne5578 Pro ai video essays to watch?
Please. The negative stuff gets draining. I want some positive discussions on AI art
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2024.11.24 22:43 aye_sensei Finally cleared my first krypt!!
Also is there anything else I should be farming besides this I see a lot of people saying faction wars are useless
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2024.11.24 22:43 Professional-Poem-73 "Reboot and select proper boot device"" after clean Xubintu 24.04 install on HP p6710f
I recently inherited this pc from a friend and was looking forward to wiping the factory Windows 7 in favor of Xubuntu. First snag was that it wouldn't boot from a USB stick, so I burned the Xubuntu ISO image to a DVD-R. It booted from the DVD, no problem. Did a clean install, went to boot it up from the hd, and got this message, along with something about XPE. No idea what that was, but I googled and it turns out that my computer is able to boot from a LAN. Ok, so I turned that off, tried going through the BIOS settings as far as I could, and still no luck. I tried installing a second time. No luck. I downloaded and installed boot-repair via the live DVD as suggested by online posts and ran it. Still no luck. My machine really doesn't want to recognize that hard drive, and it supposedly has the entire Linux installation and a fresh GRUB on it ready to go. I'm at my wit's end and I really don't want to end up chucking it because for its age it's not a bad machine specwise. Worst case, I haven't spent anything on it and I can certainly probably part it out, but I don't want to. Any suggestions? Thank you all.
Brief specs: AMD Athlon II quad core @ 3 ghz, 4gb RAM, 1tb drive (I think it's an SSD), onboard graphics. Factory installed with Windows 7, booted up fine with that.
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2024.11.24 22:43 702rari SIMPRO Drift Settings Help
 | I've been using the Simagic Alpha for almost a year now. While I don't have many issues when driving, I find that drifting with the Simagic Alpha is very inconsistent, wobbly, and snappy. I've used the Moza R5 and Thrustmaster T300RS in the past, and while they're not as fast as the Simagic Alpha, they are much more consistent while drifting. I've tried adjusting the WRS from 30 to 100, but either the FFB is too dull and muted, or it's too inconsistent. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to improve the consistency of the Simagic Alpha while drifting? https://preview.redd.it/hr4onf5tgx2e1.png?width=1796&format=png&auto=webp&s=106e156697472abb2cfcf2253a428795e0379da7 https://preview.redd.it/f2yriqhtgx2e1.png?width=2440&format=png&auto=webp&s=422b2d4356c46fe470b7f2e1160a5ea631e26d63 https://preview.redd.it/3qxd7vwtgx2e1.png?width=3536&format=png&auto=webp&s=1480b149e2e0f4f76efb0161ab3d88623b68e0e4 submitted by 702rari to Simagic [link] [comments] |
2024.11.24 22:43 ravirafael What to wear with a hoodie to make it less boring?
I normally wear mostly dark clothes. For example nike vintage track pants with a plane hoodie, How do I make that outfit less boring? Can I wear something on top to make it stand out more?
I feel like I got a solid foundation of outfits, but they're not very special.
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2024.11.24 22:43 EarthDependent5178 My Havi Stares At Me!
Does anyone have a Havi that sits in front you and just stares? Doesn't bark, doesn't seem to want anything, just stares. Weird!
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