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2024.11.25 21:50 Idontknowifyourreal After playing around for a couple days Iāve decided this is objectively the best team you can run in PvP right now
Very good synchronizing, with Turles and goku black as your defensive units and tvb just infinite comboing, itās pretty much impossible to stop this team. I guess you could switch out gb with Majin vegeta, but I prefer gb as Majin vegeta is more of an offensive unit. All that with good bench and equipment options, I really think you can make this a godly team even at low stars
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2024.11.25 21:50 Inevitable-Friend870 I know DL is a strategy and so on, but why kids these days simply love wasting their time on a single win? I wasted my opponent's time out of spite, especially that smh my only supports against spell/traps smh spawned on the bottom of the deck. Simply couldnt draw them.
https://duellinks.konami.net/att/02c08d74cf049b3d6e1245d8963faec19360eb2b11
The only counterdeck to predap and i got a stall deck. I wasted my opponent's time out of spite, especially that smh my only supports against spell/traps and effects smh spawned on the bottom of the deck. And i set 2 fusion cards as decoys, thinking he has anti spell/traps spells or smth. Whatever, its more of a joke, i know i made mistakes as well.
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2024.11.25 21:50 Acceptable_Yogurt929 Any Gsw parlays
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2024.11.25 21:50 anonymous_2600 Any open-source web UI able to do live searches (like Perplexity) with OpenAI API?
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2024.11.25 21:50 bbe_9000 OG TƓƶb question(s)
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2024.11.25 21:50 Conscious-Ball9308 So, now that we know Astro Toilets reproduce the normal way... what do you think a baby Astro Toilet looks like?
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2024.11.25 21:50 HughEhhoule I'm An Evil Doll But I'm Not The Problem -Part 7
For anyone that missed things a few days ago.
https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/s/x5yxuEUeaL
āSo how do we know when this guy is causing the distraction?ā I text.
JP laughs, itās genuine, but dark all the same.
āThe one thing I can promise you, is that when this lunatic does his thing, youāll know.ā Is his answer.
Everything is still happening so fast, the karmic quicksand that is our situation is dragging us down faster with every passing second.
Kaz is still looking rough. Heās a living example of how being able to withstand violence isnāt necessarily a good thing.
āWhat is this guy? Besides the obvious. ā I text.
āHeās on a lot of radars, but to the best of anyoneās knowledge, heās just some asshole. Youād think the headline would be that he has a scrap of the ripper in his skull, but it isnāt.
No one can find anything on him before about 4 years ago. And even then, itās spotty.
This might not sound like a big deal, but Iāve never seen someone that the collective efforts of the nosiest pricks on either side of the void canāt figure out.
Regardless, this guy can do 2 things you need, spill blood and cause shit. ā JP assures me.
āDo we need to worry about him?ā I question.
āYes, of course. What part of anything I said was unclear?
Unstable, unknown, unfriendly. Christ, how much brain did you get left with?
Iām texting you a location. If you get out, Iāll be there. Then we can see what we can do for Leo. ā JP says, dropping the call.
I hide the phone, but realize itās been a while since Iāve seen one of the guards or twisted medical personnel walk by.
The sounds of other entities, caged and tortured , ring through the grim hallway.
āKaz, how are things coming along?ā I ask, fear and panic rising.
āItās going to be a while still. ā Kaz says, punctuating the sentence with a pained scream of his own.
Iām going to spoil things, just a bit, what happens next, feels like the end of the world.
And contrary to popular belief, the end of the world doesnāt start with a whimper, or a bang, but a song.
Two guards walk into the hallway, human, or close enough.
Doesnāt make them any less intimidating though. Heavily armed, and in tactical gear thatād be at home in a warzone, they patrol the cells.
āSubject 248 has escaped, repeat , subject 248 has escaped. Non-lethal force only has been authorized. We must retrieve the asset. ā A voice barks through a military grade walkie-talkie system.
The taller of the two, a man with a caustic looking facial scar, presses a button on a mounted speaker, ā Roger.ā He says, looking to his companion and nodding.
They both draw stout, arcing batons from hip holsters.
The sound of broken glass, a doorway at the end of the hall is plunged into darkness.
āHello darkness my old friend. Iāve come to talk to you again. ā A thin, sinister voice half-sings.
The guards exchange glances, standing firm, almost amused.
Another lightbulb bursts, barely audible footsteps.
āBecause a vision softly creeping.
Left itās seeds while I was sleeping.ā The voice gains volume, taking on an eager, almost wavering tone.
āThereās only one way down the hallway, this dickhead is just trying to shake us up. ā the shorter guard, a man with red hair and ghost white skin, says.
Two more lightbulbs give way, thereās fifteen feet or so of visibility, the rest of the hallway is black as pitch.
āAnd the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains. āThe voice is no longer singing, the ancient songās lyrics sound like a threat.
The shorter guard stumbles to the side, hitting the bars of our cell. His companion is confused, and to be honest, so am I.
But as the man starts to fall to his knees, I see it.
A piece of jagged steel protrudes from the side of his skull. Blood falls in sheets as the man starts to gibber nonsense, clawing at the metal futilely.
āWithin the sound, of silence.ā The voice croons.
The taller guard attempts to grab his speaker, to radio for backup.
Thereās a moment, where you can tell this man, who willingly chose this evil job realizes how much of a mistake it was. A look of shock as a rough, brutal length of metal, nothing more than a sharpened piece of debris spins end over end, first severing his hand, then the cord of the Walkie-talkie and finally buries itself in his shoulder.
The part of my brain that loves watching pain and brutality, is being absolutely outshined by fear.
Now, this may seem dramatic, even confusing. But you need to understand something. The difference between terror and horror.
Terror, is the fear of the unknown. Horror is the revulsion once itās revealed.
Horror, Iāve been modified to love, terror, sadly, I can very much feel.
From the darkness, walks a figure as confusing as the fact my creator didnāt snip out the fear centres of my brain.
Itās the man from before, of course. Heās wearing torn, bloodstained pants, shirtless, and carrying a military style duffel bag.
His hands and forearms are covered in so much blood and gore it looks like heās wearing gloves. The manās left hand holds something but I canāt tell what it is. The shirtless psychoās body is a detailed map of wounds that tell a story of torture, escape and revenge.
The manās body language is half way between apex predator and drunken schizophrenic. His stroll to the two mortally wounded men is casual but eager, as if heās savoring every moment.
āIn restless dreams, Iāve walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone.ā The pale figure comments in a wondering tone.
In an instant he slams the object in his hand into the taller guardās head. The quarter brick cracks the guardās skull, and he falls backward, legs flailing like a dying spider as he tries to keep his footing.
The lunatic drops to all fours searching for something on the ground. I get a good look at him, and see that heās flensed the tattooed jesterās makeup from his face. Accurately enough to keep the sharp, angled patterns. His lips are ripped and torn from the oversized ball-gag, completing the clown from hell look.
ā āNeath the halo of a streetlamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp. ā The mysterious killer mumbles to himself, then his face brightens, as he finds what heās looking for, a wicked grin causing blood to ooze from his torn lips, ā When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light!ā He screams.
Neither guard is in a state to defend themselves. The clown blinds them with a shard of shattered lightbulb.
He finishes his grim task, slowly turning toward Kaz and myself. His smile is full of shattered, almost fang-like teeth, his voice though hoarse seems normal.
āYou two the puppet and the āCandymanā ?ā he asks.
ā Yes. ā Kaz says, trying and failing to rise.
I nod.
ā Iām Mike. ā The tall stranger says, taking a keycard from one of the dying guards and opening the cell door.
He throws the duffel on the cement floor, and unzips it.
āSo, You look like ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag, Slenderman. How long is it going to be before you can walk?ā Mike asks.
ā I donāt know, maybe five minutes if Iām lucky. But Iāll be in no state to fight. Who, are you? ā Kaz replies.
Mike laughs.
āNo fucking clue my guyā He says, rapping his bare skull with one hand, ā Thereās a lot of loose nuts and bolts up here, and separating those from all the paranormal horseshit, thatās a task I gave up on a while ago.
What I do, is kill people. Believe it or not, It gets kind of boring. Iāve always wanted to kill monsters. ā
Mike lets the comment hang, bringing out a long purple jacket from the bag.
āJesus Christ no. ā He says tossing the garment aside.
Kazās eyes go wide.
āThat fabric is indestructible. ā He comments, wincing in pain as ribs begin to fuse.
āYou wear it then, Iām not walking around here looking like the god-damned joker.
Actually, letās trade. ā Mike says taking Kazās jacket and shirt. They hang absurdly off of the man.
The supposedly indestructible garment sits on the ground clearly too small for Kaz.
āSo, hereās my dilemma. Your friend says the shit in this bag has enough chutzpah to let my punch my M-card. And all I have to do to keep it , is cause enough of a distraction to let you two get out of here.
Now, five minutes fighting whatever the hell Piās A-team is, thatās going to be risky as hell. ā Mike says, pulling a walking stick topped with what I can feel is a lead plated infantās skull from the duffel.
It radiates an energy that makes me walk backward.
āBut sending you two on your way, thatād put a notch in my belt and let me get out of here before the shit really hits the fan. ā He stalks toward Kaz.
My friend tries to move backward, but succeeds in nothing more than making himself scream.
Mike taps Kazās shoulder with the head of the walking stick, the flesh peels back like wax under a welderās torch.
āSo, tall, warped and handsome, Iām going to ask you a question, and keep in mind I know the answer.
When you were talking to Pi, you said you were buddies with the god damn cancer Iāve got stuck in my brain.
Were you?ā Mike asks.
Every sense I have tells me this person in front of me is just that, a person. But the look he gives Kaz, is as terrifying as anything Iāve seen yet.
āWe could be found in the same circles for a time. ā Kaz replies, ashamed.
āGod-damn it. ā Mike sighs, moving the walking stick, ā Guess youāre walking out of here then.
But someday, Iām going to want to know everything you know about Demi. Understood ?ā
āWhatever you ask, justā¦ā As Kaz talks, I see the strangest thing.
For a moment, Mikeās features and body language change. The voice that comes from him isnāt that of an abused lunatic, but smooth, almost, cultured.
āKaz, you have to help meā¦ā The second voice says, panicked.
Mikeās face contorts, thereās clearly some kind of internal struggle happening.
Our demented savior grabs the cell bars and begins to slam his face into them. He stumbles backward, shaking his head.
āNice try Jack, but you werenāt the first voice in my head, and you wont be the last.
Now, you, lil fella. You going to be any use?ā Mike asks, regaining what passes for his wits.
I swap out a hand for one of my blades. The killer snickers.
āOh thatās just god-damned adorable. Like a little recalled Muppet or something. ā As Mike talks he begins talking an assortment of various items from the duffel, some, like a pistol and an onyx handled knife, have obvious uses, others though, resonate with a powerful ethereal energy. I have no idea what they do, and Iām guessing neither does Mike.
Noise from the door on the lit end of the hallway, resonant, rhythmic banging. I can hear hinges start to bend and screech. Itās being breached.
āMust have had those goons on a heart monitor or something. Thought Iād have had a bit more time.
Whatās the Eta Tall Man?ā Mike asks wrapping a white silk scarf around one hand.
Kaz rises to one knee shakily.
ā Another minute or two.ā Kaz says shamefully.
āSounds like 4 of them, nothing close to human.
I can keep them busy for 3 minutes, maybe even put one of them down if your friend wasnāt full of shit. But you two need to be making your way to the warehouse by then. Once things start going south, Iām out. ā Mike explains.
I have no way to text a reply, so I nod.
ā My thanks.ā Kaz says.
āJust remember your end of the deal when the time comes. For your sake. ā Mike states.
The door tears off itās hinges, heavy, trudging footsteps from the far end of the hall. The other trapped entities begin a torrent of screamed abuse and threats.
Like someone flipped a switch Mikeās body language changes and he walks into the hallway, one hand running the skull topped cane along the cell bars.
I make my way to the open cell door, keeping an eye on the situation while Kaz begins to attempt standing.
4 entities, at the back stand two hulking things that look like someone stopped making a werewolf half way through. Mottled, rash covered skin, small patches of long, wiry hair sprouting at random, and faces twisted into a myopic toddlers drawing of a canine visage.
Leading them is short, thin, feminine looking creature. Itās human shaped with deep purple skin and white eyes. Her fingers split toward the ends, long thin almost tentacle like growths moving like undersea life.
Behind her, is something ethereal, a grey, smog-like thing that looms above.
Mike starts to talk, but the leader holds up one strange finger, almost seductively.
Her eyes start to form black, spinning spirals. She grins, revealing small, pointed teeth.
Mike stops dead in his tracks, head lolling to one side slightly.
āBrains over brawn boys. ā the lovecraftian hypnotist says to her compatriots.
Iām shocked at the clear, northern English accent that comes from the dog-like creature closest to the door.
āDonāt underestimate him Kim, you saw the mess he left. ā
āFair enough.ā Kim says, her grin widening, making her look even more like some kind of undersea abomination, ā Clown, Iām hungry.ā
Without hesitation Mike takes the stiletto bladed knife and cuts a thick piece of flesh from his arm and begins to walk forward.
āSatisfied Peter?
Clown, bandage yourself before you bleed out and get us all killed. ā Kim demands, smugly.
Mike wraps his forearm in the white fabric from the duffel. Blood quickly soaks it, but the makeshift bandage does itās best.
āKneelā Kim commands holding out her hand.
Mike complies, offering up his flesh, his face blank.
The creature greedily consumes the gift.
My heart sinks, Kaz manages to stumble and drag himself a few feet to see our last chance of hope enraptured by whatever the hell Kim is.
Peter laughs, ā Jorge, weāre getting that promotion man. ā. The other dog-like thing smiles and agrees.
As Kim licks the last of Mikeās blood from her Alien fingers, Mike speaks.
āIāll take that back now.ā He says.
The man moves fast enough that I donāt see the blade tear the aquatic looking entity open from waist to chin. Just the spray of greenish purple fluid and odd looking innards that hit the ground.
Mikeās on his feet, bandaged arm elbow deep in Kimās torso. Some kind of reaction is happening, smoke begins to pour from her hollowed chest as Mike tosses her eviscerated body aside.
Kim begins to break down, flesh turning into a curdled looking soupy mess. In seconds, nothing remains but a sludgy pile and the last scraps of the fabric from mikeās arm, burning to ash.
āAnyone who wants to get into my head, is going to need to get in fucking line. ā Mike says to the shocked entities.
There is a moment of stillness, of silence. Before the hallway turns into a warzone.
His surprize played out itās obvious Mike is playing for time. Heās landing painful, unexpected blows, but canāt press his attack.
He pulls trick after trick from JPās duffel. A strike from the cane shatters the jaw of one of the dog things, a splash of liquid from a silver flask causes the ethereal creature to back itself into a corner. But they press on.
Kaz starts to take small, unsteady steps, his torso is still mangled, his skin is loose and unhealthy looking, but the look on his face is determined.
Mike is losing ground, saved only by the fact that these killers have been muzzled by their leader.
āWe need to leave. ā Kaz says, coughing, as he starts to walk out of the cell.
His first few steps are slow, but I think we can finally get the hell out of this place.
Everything happening is so beyond us, and our abilities, I feel small, afraid, I need to be out of this place. I couldnāt feel anything less like the weapon I was created to be.
Kaz trips, as he hits the ground, something in the cell across from us reaches a long fingered, black clawed hand through the bars, grabbing Kaz by the neck.
I panic stabbing at the wrist of the thing, Kaz struggles but fractured arms provide no grip against whatever fresh horror lies within the cell.
Mike is violently slammed into the floor then ceiling by the ghost like entity. The impact leaves him bleeding and stumbling like a drunk.
āFuck thisā Jorge says, one eye torn out at some point during the scrum.
He dashes toward Mike, low and feral, and grabs the stunned man by the crotch with one hand and shoulder with the other.
I saw through enough tendons that the thing in the cell releases Kaz. Coughing and sputtering, he begins to limp as fast as he can toward the warehouse.
I canāt take my eyes off the fight. For a moment, I look at it through the implanted eye. Thinking maybe I can see something to help.
I donāt , in fact, what I donāt see is what raises questions. In between all of the indescribable patterns of the supernatural, Mike, is nothing. Not the dim streak normal folks are but a void of nothing that stands out like a sore thumb.
Peter and the ghost like thing try and stop him but Jorge begins to try and tear Mike in half. Rage overtaking even his fear of his demonic master.
Thereās a blinding flash of light in the dim hallway as Jorge ignites. A glass bottle shatters against the ground as the Canine creature drops the Clown.
It's a brief victory, the thing is hurt and stunned, but already rolling on the ground, smothering the flames.
āPunch!ā Kaz screams from the warehouse door, āWe need to move!ā
Mikeās life can be measured in seconds, whatās left of my conscience screams at me to help him, but as I look through the door I realize salvation isnāt as close as I thought. That Kaz and I have our own problems ahead.
Before the warehouse was terrifying in a mundane way. Brutal in a kind of Ed Gein way.
But the abattoir in front of us, isnāt just some psychopathās playground anymore.
Clearly Pi has lost his patience. The warehouse is an evil infused hellscape. Biological looking walls, animated hooks and chains, victims scrambling with garish wounds itās like someone dredged up a corner of hell.
And this is what we have to get through.
Like always, I need your help. Kaz canāt fight, i canāt reach JP, and Mike has his own things to deal with, for as long as he can survive anyway.
Please, hurry, and everyone give their ideas. Because of all the things I expected, literally going through hell isnāt one of them.
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2024.11.25 21:50 Infinite-Bowler7872 Che sfiga
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2024.11.25 21:50 Niffelele Problems logging in to website
Anyone else having trouble logging in to Riot's website? It keeps saying ive either typed my name/password wrong, or that i need to update my account to a riot account. I can play on my account normally, i play almost everyday, but suddenly i cant acces their website with my account anymore :(
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2024.11.25 21:50 jmoneysteck88 Rare great tweet from our guy Russillo
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2024.11.25 21:50 DebtNaive8850 BUY; PUMPPUMP
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2024.11.25 21:50 Verysmallman123 Reading about the crypto tax laws and Iām very confused.
Iām in the Uk.
I deposited $1000 on Doge and turned it into $2179.
I withdrew it all and put it on XLM, day traded it in a few trades up to around $2300, then through some bad trading managed to lose it down to $1600, which Iāve decided to reinvest long-term because day trading has not been doing me favours.
I know the threshold for tax is $3000, but letās ignore the threshold for now and pretend I was working with higher numbers.
Would I still have to pay tax on the Doge transaction, or would the following losses on XLM negate that? Would I still have to pay the initial tax if I lost the money on future Doge trades too?
I cannot find any source of information that really clears this up completely.
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2024.11.25 21:50 Few_Captain_694 Spider-Man Student Fan Film
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2024.11.25 21:50 arayceeaych Old lady screams at night
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2024.11.25 21:50 SEAPHX73 Make me an offer
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2024.11.25 21:50 Earl_Vincent What happened in 2024 that most people have forgotten already?
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2024.11.25 21:50 Oddgirl-not-into-you What are my og stats worth?
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2024.11.25 21:50 sonnyblack69 Mutant Injection nerfed?
Just me or they stealth nerfed the amount of damage u do while meeling elites/specials with the recent update hours ago ?
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2024.11.25 21:50 Think_Influence_7301 I saw this guy video about the new 3ds xl special editions, did you agree?
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2024.11.25 21:50 par53c What do you think about this LOR?
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2024.11.25 21:50 Ok-Mousse7452 Damn
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2024.11.25 21:50 AutoPhotog Light painting exercise using strobes.
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2024.11.25 21:50 Ramenko1 Link Starts A KFC š
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