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2024.11.25 02:00 Bahamut_19 Ask Anything Thread

Use this thread to ask anything at all!
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2024.11.25 02:00 Tyxsno Reinstalling Ventura on Patched iMac (Help!)

Hello! So I’ve been trying to reinstall Ventura on my 2017 iMac (the latest version of Ventura it supported) I was having issues with the internet recovery and erasing the disk fixed that but I was having internet issues. So now I just have the Ventura Install on an external SSD, so I’m just trying to boot and install from that.
I’ve gone into recovery and checked it’s mounted and detected and it is, it is formatted correctly too.
When I get to the screen to select the drive, it doesn’t show it. Please help! As I want to sell this iMac
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2024.11.25 02:00 Loganace123 Helicopter

Helicopter
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2024.11.25 02:00 4rfs Any info on this ship? And to restore, should i cut all the strings?

Im scared i will not remember what string goes where, but i feel like it should be the best course of action to actually restore it, if its not seen, there is some strings that are cut, almost every "branch" has broken wood and the flag is ripped.
Some friend of my mother really wanted it restored but i didnt think it would be so much work at the moment lol.
What i was thinking was using green stuff for the missing wodden pieces, and normal cord for the rest
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2024.11.25 02:00 SinisterSpectr Is it worth it to go for a pen build without m1 Rina and fusion compiler? Although i cleared every end game content, i feel like I'm capping my damage with this cope build

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2024.11.25 02:00 fakerdakerhahaha Joey’s Bizarre Adventures (No Cheats – Silly Tropes - Apocalyptic Isekai! oh no…) - Prologue 2/3

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Grue Ohnee, leader of Farseekers, was not having a good day.
With a tired sigh, the young swordsman reflected on how his life had gotten to this point.
“Let’s become adventurers!” His eager brother said. “It would be fun!” Their enthusiastic friends chimed in.
“Let’s not question why the Thorns are even here to conscript us!”
Grue groaned at that memory in particular, especially the moment when Xio and Lina both gave him the stink eye once it was made clear that only he could be a questing knight – and thus the party leader in the process.
The way they sulked and ignored him for days on end, after losing out to “the second shrimpiest shrimp of this group”, was quite an experience...
Still, as the burden of a soft cape pressed itself down on his shoulder, Grue couldn’t help but agree with what his teammates had lamented time and time again.
Why was he, a boy as ordinary as any other, chosen in the first place?
Sure, he might be a self-taught swordsman that could clash with hardened fighters twice his age. Sure, he might have a habit of joining his friends in their crusade against evil mice and spiders. Sure, he might have almost won against an eccentric-looking swordmaster that one time – though Grue felt very certain the old coot was simply humoring him – and got told that he had a “destiny to reclaim”, but...
Huh... On second thought, maybe his life up to this point was not so normal after all...
Then again, ma and pa did say that he and Xio were both delivered to their doorstep on the wings of some stork, so maybe this was to be expected.
Grue smiled fondly at the image of an elderly couple, waving farewell to the group of troublemakers that was this party of his. Yet, before the wave of nostalgia could begin to surface, a storm of shouts and swearing had already snapped the boy out of his thoughts.

“This is absurd! Restricting the right to enter dungeons!? Who do you even think you are? The coppa!?”
“Um, I think they might actually outrank those constables...”
“Wait, seriously? Well... We have shanked some naggy coppa before, so don’t think that your “holier-than-thou” arses will be safe!”
“We have? I thought we only bribe ‘em to look the other-”
“By the Goddess! Shaddup, Bob! you’re making us look bad here!!!”
“Sorry...”
“I’m bored~ Anyone wants to play poker?”

“QUIET, UNRULY FLOCK! QUIET, I SAY!!!”
Suppressing a grimace at the ear-splitting roar that threatened to make him go deaf, Grue once again turned and nodded at Lina for her help. The cleric, in turn, simply snorted before giving him a look that screamed “If ya wanna show some appreciation, then just man the rut up! At least red looks like a propa warrior, ya pansy!!!”
No, wait, that wasn’t right.
The real Lina would have made a bunch of remarks about how much of a pretty boy he was first, then moved on to how his hair looked almost as long as that of a girl, before ending her rant by saying that whatever “stork” that delivered him probably misplaced someone else’s manhood along the way.
... Sometimes, Grue seriously wondered why they were friends in the first place.
Then again, it wasn’t like he and Xio had much choice while growing up, given how the village kids kept singling them out due to how different they looked. It did lead to both brothers meeting the duo that was Violet and Lina, who were outcasts in their own right, though. Plus...
Casting a quick glance at the smallest member of Farseekers, Grue could feel a smile forming at the corner of his lips.
Violet, nervous as she was, had still decided to join Xio and Lina in calming the crowd down. Yet, instead of strongarming everyone like two certain knuckleheads, the girl instead approached her task with such warmth that was simply so... Violet-like!
A shy smile here, a pacifying hand gesture there, and that radiant look which only the most kind-hearted of maidens could possess...
Not to mention the way her short, pointy ears would flap up and down every time she got flustered in the most adorable-
\SLAP**
Smacking his cheeks with both hands, Grue shook his head slowly, not caring how some mean tavern goers were giving him odd glances.
As his concentration returned in full, the boy gave one last look at the back of a fair maiden in green.
... For whatever reason, Grue felt like he could take on the world right now!
And, as if the boon in confidence couldn’t have arrived at a better time, the obstacle he had feared most decided to rear its ugly head.
“Barring adventurers from entering dungeons, hm~?”
A sickeningly sweet voice could be heard behind his back. Yet, by the time Grue turned around, the source of such had already moved to a different location.
“My, oh, MY! I thought the rumor was hogwash, yet it seems that some little doves truly want to nibble at our bread basket after all.”

“Mistress Ligrett...”
“Gulp...”
“Why is a B-rank fighter here of all places?”
“Shhh! Keep quiet, fool! She’s not alone either...”

As a shadowy figure emerged in front of their party, Grue could only curse his luck, especially once he realized that the newcomer – a young lady clad in nothing but scanty roguish garb – was waving around one familiar parchment with her right hand.
Sure enough, the missive he was holding had been taken away without him even realizing!
“Damn it all...!”
Sounds of teeth grinding, swords unsheathing and divinity channeling echoed around him.
Xio was too hotheaded to back down from an opponent, no matter how badly he was outclassed.
Lina would never forgive any blasphemer, let alone one that just stole their holy missive.
Violet...
Blessed Violet, despite her peaceful nature, wouldn’t hesitate to unleash fire and brimstone upon those who wished them harm...
What should I do!?
Briefly, the leader boy wanted to smack his two thick-skulled comrades on the head for their brashness. This was exactly why he wanted to check in and gain support from the town’s reeve first, then the leader of the local adventurers’ guild second! But nooo.
“Don’t be a killjoy, big bro! It will be more exciting this way!”
“Not sayin’ that I'ma agree with hothead. But... This so-called ‘seer’ the heathens love to blather so much about...”
“It might be wise to get a closer look at this villain firsthand before deciding on our course of act, right?”
“Right on, Violet. Ya gonna be in charge of flames for the bonfires once we round up all ‘em heretics on the stakes!”
“... Sometimes, I wonder how we managed to become friends, Lina...”
Grue couldn’t help but nod his head at the Violet from hours earlier, especially when she proposed that they hid their proof of allegiance until a safe base could be secured.
Unfortunately, whatever plans and compromises he made with the two hotheads had long got thrown out of the window.
Even though their target – a supposed “seer” – managed to see through his effort at subterfuge, Grue had still managed to confirm the rumor that said bearded man was an unfavored who didn’t possess a single drop of mana or aura within his body. The fact that Lina couldn’t heal him simply lent more evidence to this claim, and the way so many locals detested the man with a passion suggested that their mark might have been a swindler of sorts.
And then the dungeon happened...
In the distant backdrop of the night, one gigantic monolith shone brilliantly, as if giving him a big, fat, middle finger with its presence alone.
As more and more adventurers plotted their desire to venture into such a deathtrap, Grue had to beg Lina to prevent her from exposing their group, especially before they could secure the town’s military support.
But nooo.
“We hath been chosen by the Goddess Herself! We shan’t turn a blind eye as greedy sheep continue their march towards evil’s jaws!!!”
Goddess’ tits! Sometimes, that girl was simply impossible to deal with...
Well, at least the “seer” seemed to be sitting out of this chaos, given how he was still nursing his wounds from Grue’s earlier probing.
The young knight could only hope that he wouldn’t be trialled for practically assaulting a cripple later...
Shaking himself out of the stupor, Grue noticed that the rogue was getting a bit impatient with his daydreaming. Thus, with an apologetic look, he quickly stepped forward to speak up and defuse-
\CLANG**
A rusted knife bounced off the field of light harmlessly before sinking into the ground with a thud.
Grue’s pupils widened even as he drew out his own dagger on instinct.
\Whoosh**
In the blink of an eye, harsh iron cut through thin air as if cutting through butter, and it was only thanks to the intuition honed from countless brushes with death that allowed Grue to lift his hand up in time.
\CrAckK\**Clang\*
The radiant cape on his shoulder seemed to flicker once another projectile pierced its way through the golden field before shattering said barrier completely. Sounds of naked steel meeting rusted iron rang in the air as Grue’s dagger barely managed to deflect the incoming knife in time, shattering said weapon in the process.
Yet, before his own teammates could register their shock and outrage at such transgressions, disaster had already struck.
\Drip*Drip**
There was neither sound nor warning, unlike the first two attacks.
Grue could taste it. The taste of sudden defeat, of iron in his mouth as well as the rust-ridden diseases which were slowly spreading across a gaping wound.
“...”
Sure enough, as he looked to the side, a huge chunk of his right hand could be seen on the tavern’s floor, bleeding uselessly next to a fallen dagger.
Meanwhile, not so far away, one rusty knife laid next to whatever was left of his silky white cape.
“BROTHER! HOW DARE YOU!!!”
“Honorless cur!!! Prepare to meet the maker, scoundrel scum!!!”
“Gr... Grue! Stay still, I... I will help...!”
The leader of Farseekers blinked once, then twice, yet the blurriness in his vision remained. Shouts and screams from his party turned into distant static as a chilling sensation began to take hold, threatening to drag its victim into a dreamless sleep.
Snap out of it…
Wobbling back and forth with whatever bodily function remained, Grue desperately called upon the well of reserve that was his willpower.
Another blink, another knife flew as fast as lightning, eager to lodge itself into the skull of one defenseless prey.
SNAP OUT OF IT…!!!
Time slowed to a crawl as adrenaline took over.
An explosion shattered the very floor Grue stood upon. The fighter’s indomitable will surged forward, meeting the incoming knife head-on with a loud CRACK as the latter broke against swirling layers of aura coated in blue.
Tearing his hidden bag of tricks apart, Grue once again armed himself with another dagger. Then, as a second wind full of rage and determination reached its boiling point, the young questing knight burst into action, raring to fight against one irritated rogue.
\CLANGGG\**
The two fighters turned into blurs once aura-infused dagger clashed against knives after knives.
As a flurry of attacks sprung forth from lightning-fast feints before flowing smoothly into careful counters, everything zoned out, even the sounds of death and destruction raging in the background.
\Clash**
The song of steel tore the air apart as the same dance of back-and-forth repeated itself faster than the eye could blink, leaving sparks flying everywhere.
A stalemate, a naive observer might have believed. However, the truth was anything but.
After all, while the young fighter was pushing himself to the limit, his opponent had yet to coat herself with even the tiniest layer of aura.
\Bash**
For the knight, a single instance now felt like seconds that could have easily been one’s final moment. Countless fatal blows continued to rain their wrath upon all possible blind spots without relenting. His throat, head and eyes screamed in agony while layers after layers of aura broke faster than the soul could heal, and one single misstep would easily spell doom for the fighter in blue...
Then, just as sudden as it started, the dance of death ceased as both participants crossed blades for one last time.
\Banggg\**
Grue extricated himself from his opponent with heavy breaths. The lingering momentum sent the young knight skidding towards a corner of the room, where quite a few patrons had barricaded themselves behind a makeshift fort full of tables and chairs.
Amusing enough, many of these customers still seemed to find entertainment in the chaos of this night, given how much money and mead were changing hands in bets just now.
Sighing lightly, Grue sheathed the dagger into his belt using shaky fingers. Then, with a friendly smile, the young knight turned towards the startled group behind him, not forgetting to take out one fat pouch full of jiggling coins in the process.
“I hope the show was to your liking, my good fellows. Now, my throat yearns for some refreshments, so might I ask which of these haven’t seen any sips?”
Be it the glittering gold or the disarming smile - or perhaps the simple fact that this boy could crush them with ease - many patrons were quick to deliver their humble offering without a single complaint.
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Ligrett Folen Nobelia, up-and-coming shadow scythe of the thieves’ guild, was having an extremely annoying night.
... On second thought, perhaps that would be too incorrect of a statement. After all, her annoyance had started long before today, and it had only festered ever since.
The young mistress could still remember how it all started. The day when news of a glowing dungeon - the very first of its kind - arrived at the Nobelia estate.
It was sensational, heralding hopes of their world’s salvation in the heart of one and all, given the wonderous discovery hidden deep within.
Sadly, such a naive dream quickly fell apart once beasts and barbaric monsters flooded out of failed dungeons, ravaging all in their way.
Yet, to everyone’s horror, it was simply the beginning of a dreadful nightmare.
No one knew what truly happened, but none could forget that fateful day... The day their golden sun, which had banished the night for centuries, got devoured by an eternal darkness...
Many years, all of which felt like eons, had passed since then. Yet, Ligrett still remembered the terror and confusion that gripped at her heart, even when whatever radiance of real sunlights continued to fade away within her mind...
And, of course, the young heiress could never forget what the Royal Family and the Church did, which led both her father and elder sister to an early grave.
Fortunately, just as a sense of sadness began to surface, several shrilly shouts had already snapped the girl out of her musings.

“Huzzah! The doves won against Mistress Ligrett and her minions! Time to pay up, losers!!!”
“Are you rutting kidding me!? It was a tie, dumbarse! Plus, she clearly went easy on that brat!!!”
“The other doves managed to score more kills, you blind donkey! Just look at all those mincemeats lying around!”
“Now that you mention it... They are cooking quite nicely as well...”
“By the Goddess! Bob, what the absolute rut are you doing!!!”
“Hey, it’s not a sin if we take a tiny little nibble out of a wolf, right? I mean, it’s not like the beastmen never feast on members of different tribes anyway, right? Right?”

“Tch...”
Clicking her tongue in annoyance, Ligrett wasted no time in severing the limb of some scoundrel – who was about to flay the hide of her smoky underling - with a throwing knife.

“GAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! MY ARM!!!!!!!”
“Idiot... What did he think would happen?”
“Still, I’m surprised the mistress would actually protect that mutt. Wasn’t her family heavy on the slave trade?”
“Heh, buffoons, all of ye! Can’t ye see how fine that piece of meat looks? ‘Em highborns might be a bunch of pompous peacocks, but lemme tell ye, nobles just love to have a taste of those forbidden fruits! There is no doubt that the young, curious mistress simply couldn’t resist that big, thick wolf’s d-”

\SLASH**
With one swift motion, Ligrett calmly sheathed the rapier in its scabbard before putting both items back into her bag of holding.
An uneasy quietness once again descended upon the tavern as everyone held their breath, to the point that only a careless thud could be heard as something fell onto the floor with a frozen look on its face.
Then, another thud hit the ground, as if some poor bastard finally realized his head had already left its body.
\Creak*Creak**
Amidst the deafening silence, sounds of walking from a pair of stilettos quietly echoed across the wooden floor. Soon enough, one young mistress came to a stop as she kneeled down at the sight of a roasted corpse - which thankfully still resembled the remains of some battered wolfkin.
A little cube - small enough to fit between two fingers - was taken out of the bag of holding.
“Z'roth, Oneth. Z'roth, Oneth. Z'roth, Oneth... Myst'rious beings beyond the dungeons' f'rsaken walls... I beseech thy fav'r...!”
An unorthodox invocation – heretical enough to anger one nearby cleric – was uttered from the fallen noble’s lips.
“Saveth this po'r soul... Sooth his wounds... Grant this m'rtal life to liveth on...”
A mystifying current of black and white began to flicker in and out of existence, causing awed gasps as well as frightened whispers to linger in the air.
Yet, one supposed “seer” could only look at such spectacle with a deep frown on his face.
“And, in returneth, taketh a piece of our w'rld as payment f'r thy de'd...”
As soon as the final word the
got uttered, world itself
seemed to
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change...
...
......
......... ’Tis not yet the end for us, it seems
The young mistress, much like everyone else, let out a heavy sigh of relief the moment that terrible, oppressive, atmosphere finally dissipated.
Once black and white faded away, a much gentler source of light made itself known. Soon enough, the mysterious cube Ligrett held between her fingers glowed a soft blue as it worked its miracle.
“Such blasphemy...!”
The nearby cleric could only spit out such curses upon witnessing a crime that was considered the worst act of treachery to their world. A desire for retribution burned hotly within her heart, yet the stern gaze from her leader prevented the girl from raining rash judgement upon the sinful rogue.
Said rogue, meanwhile, was carefully cradling a wolfkin – whose mortal wounds had begun to heal at a rapid pace.

“I can’t believe this... A Nobelia that actually cares about the savages? What is this world coming to!?”
“Must be an act to farm sympathy. Remember, the Nobelia have little to no troops left to even keep this town under control. They are already clinging onto the thieves’ guild for protection, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if the young mistress endears herself to outlanders. It would mean extra meat to throw into the grinder, after all.”
“How devious...”
“That’s the highborns for ya. Always so high and haughty, yet when the chips are down, even they would start scrambling for scrap-”
“Shhh! She’s looking this way!!!”
“Gulp...”

“...”
Upon relaxing a clenched fist, Ligrett proceeded to regard the blabbers with her frostiest stare. Predictably, said lot was quick to cast their head down in submission, for they knew far too well the difference between high-ranking fighters – who were exalted as real adventurers throughout the land - and vultures who could only nibble at the edge like themselves.
“B... Boss lady?”
A small groan drew Ligrett’ attention, and the young mistress could only give an invisible sigh of relief upon seeing how her canid companion was no longer one badly burnt piece of meat.
Now that his wounds were gone, the young wolfkin looked just like any immature boy in the midst of puberty would - save for one scruffy tail attached to his rear, two shaggy ears atop his head, as well as razor-sharp fangs and claws that could tear through flesh with ease.
He still looks so young... too young to just get killed and resurrected like this... At least, the soldiers and adventurers are used to the bloody cycle of rebirth...
As Ligrett bit her lips at the thought, D’ed M’eet – one of the few surviving wolfkin refugees that managed to reach the safety of this town – blinked his bleary eyes. Then, with a weak whimper, the young wolfkin regarded his “pack leader” in a voice ridden with shame.
“Boss lady... We too weak... Me too weak... Couldn’t bite throat off... Me sorry...”
“It’s alright. This was... unexpected, but everything will be alright.” Ligrett gave the boy a reassuring smile, even as thoughts of uncertainty continued to linger within her head. “C'mon, lad. Don’t tell me that you are going to stay down after a single beating. Or are you really just an overgrown pup that can’t back up your barks after all?”
“Me no pup... Is strong...! Me strong wolfkin!!!”
“That’s more like it. Here, let me give you a hand.”
Ignoring the stares and mumbles, as well as scandalous whispers from the lot that had nothing better to do with their life, Ligrett helped a no-longer-dead M’eet up. Then, with a flick of her fingers, the rogue sent a mysterious cube – which now had one long crack on it - her companion’s way.
The young wolfkin nodded at the unspoken order and scurried off to revive his fallen comrades – some of whom had been reduced to smoldering charcoal or gory slabs of meat. Meanwhile, Ligrett turned to regard the four bothersome menaces who had been a huge pain in the arse this entire night.
Or, at least, that should have been the case, had a cleric not decided to vault herself over and punch the fallen noble square in the face...
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2024.11.25 02:00 Character-Essay-8802 What is the Vanguard S&P 500 Admiral Share

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2024.11.25 02:00 sbpotdbot Models and Statistics Discussion

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2024.11.25 02:00 Aaron-Ortiz-467 Why in the Talking Ton 2016 Remake having the bubbles replaced with an milk?

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2024.11.25 02:00 SnorkelDick81 Poll: You Think Kendrick And Nas Will Collab?

Would be legendary
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2024.11.25 02:00 Haunting-Location-66 DirecTV

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2024.11.25 02:00 CAPTAINPRICE79 Free drawing I got from somebody wanting to practice their furry art!

He’s just a silly lil guy!
(Said guy is a war criminal the likes of which would make Israel blush)
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2024.11.25 02:00 Strange_Jaguar_7382 Feed chey njan roleplay cheythu adikyam help cheyam va....dm

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2024.11.25 02:00 SomeAnonElsewhere DOS2: Does it get easier after fort joy?

Playing on Classic and each fight feels exhausting and frustrating. I'll squeak through, but then I'll need to buy a res scroll. I think some of this may be because I'm a bit under geared, but not really anyway to fix this. Does the game get easier once you're out, and able to gear up? I suppose I could turn down the difficulty, but then I'll feel like I'm missing out on how the game should be played.
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2024.11.25 02:00 garotolol What to do with these ships?

I have 30 hours of play and I’m accumulating some ships, I would like to know what the best decision about them is?
My main one is still better than these others, however, I don’t know if it pays to sell or what should be done, any suggestions?
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2024.11.25 02:00 MimiMonAmour 🔨

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2024.11.25 02:00 IamKingBunk Dominator asp python livery on Bennys

Does anyone have a dominator asp with the python livery on Bennys and plate ?
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2024.11.25 02:00 Backpedal A “very naughty boy” isn’t allowed to go out to play with his new friends.

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2024.11.25 02:00 AutoModerator [Daily: Salty Sunday]

Welcome to Sunday!
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2024.11.25 02:00 sbpotdbot NBA Prop Picks Today - 11/25/24 (Monday)

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