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2024.11.27 20:50 Otherwise-Way1316 Trust?

You never know who’s really on the other end posting their “services” openly on forums like this.
https://metro.co.uk/2024/11/27/police-bust-8-000-000-000-illegal-streaming-ring-broadcast-sky-netflix-22076080/
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2024.11.27 20:50 Random_User_499 The Arctic Abyss

I had been stationed at Outpost Polaris for six months when it all began. My research team was sent to this desolate corner of the Arctic to study permafrost samples and their implications for climate change. The isolation wasn’t new to me; as a geophysicist, I had spent weeks at a time in remote environments. But Polaris was different.
The station itself was a labyrinth of connected modules, built to withstand temperatures that would freeze your breath midair. There were twelve of us on base: six scientists, four engineers, a medic, and our station chief, Dr. Markham. We were the last rotation before winter lockdown—a fact we all tried not to dwell on.
Day 1: The Anomaly
It started with the drilling. I was examining permafrost cores in Lab 2 when Dr. Ayers, one of the climatologists, burst in with a printout.
“Check this out,” he said, shoving the paper into my hands. It was seismic data—wild, erratic patterns.
“What am I looking at?” I asked, squinting at the lines.
“Activity,” he replied, a little breathless. “Deep below the ice. Too deep for any geological explanation.”
I frowned. The Arctic isn’t exactly tectonically active, and the readings were bizarre. It almost looked like something was moving beneath the ice.
That night, we gathered in the common room to discuss the findings. Ayers suggested increasing drilling depth to investigate, but Dr. Markham was hesitant. The ice was ancient, fragile. Any disruption could have catastrophic effects.
“We’ll table it for now,” Markham decided. “Let’s focus on the current mission.”
We went to bed uneasy.
Day 2: The Signal
The next morning, our communications went haywire. Radio frequencies crackled with static, cutting us off from the outside world. Satellite phones were useless. Even our short-range intercoms began to glitch.
“Probably solar activity,” one of the engineers, Reece, muttered. But his voice wavered.
By midday, the power started flickering. The emergency generators kicked in, but it was clear something was wrong. We worked in teams to diagnose the problem. As I was inspecting the wiring in the main module, I heard a sound that stopped me cold.
A low, resonant hum, like a distant engine. It vibrated through the walls, faint but insistent.
“Did you hear that?” I asked Reece, who was tightening a bolt nearby.
“Hear what?” he replied, not looking up.
I didn’t press it. But the sound stayed with me, even after I left the room.
Day 3: The First Disappearance
When we did roll call that morning, Dr. Vasquez was missing. She had been working late in the lab the night before, analyzing ice samples. Her room was undisturbed, her bed untouched.
We searched the station, calling her name, but there was no sign of her. The security cameras—our last line of defense—had inexplicably stopped recording during the night.
“She wouldn’t just leave,” Ayers said, pacing. “She knows how dangerous it is out there.”
Dangerous was an understatement. The Arctic would kill you in minutes if you weren’t prepared. But Vasquez was meticulous. She wouldn’t have wandered outside.
Still, Reece and two others suited up and ventured out to look for her. They returned an hour later, shaken.
“There’s nothing,” Reece said, voice trembling. “No tracks, no...nothing.”
Day 4: The Shadows
By the fourth day, we were all on edge. The hum I’d heard earlier grew louder, resonating through the station at irregular intervals. It seemed to come from the ice itself.
Then the sightings began.
Dr. Patel, the station biologist, swore she saw Vasquez in the observation deck. But when we checked, it was empty.
“Her face,” Patel whispered. “It looked...wrong.”
“What do you mean, wrong?” Markham pressed.
“I don’t know. Like...it wasn’t hers. Like her face didn’t belong to her.”
Patel refused to elaborate further, and the rest of us exchanged uneasy glances. That night, none of us slept.
Day 5: The Blackout
The lights went out at 2:47 a.m. plunging Polaris into an abyssal darkness. I was in my quarters, staring at the ceiling, too afraid to sleep. The hum that had plagued us for days had become deafening. reverberating through the walls like an ancient, angry heartbeat. When the power failed, I heard the station shudder, almost as if it were alive.
The emergency floodlights kicked in a few seconds later, casting everything in a sickly red glow. My intercom crackled, and Markham's voice came through, calm but tense.
"Everyone, stay in your quarters. Lock the doors. We're investigating the issue.”
I obeyed, but my gut told me the situation had spiraled beyond control. Something was inside with us.
The first scream came about twenty minutes later.
It was Reece. I'd recognize his voice anywhere, even distorted by agony His cries echoed through the corridors, then abruptly stopped.
I cracked my door open, adrenaline overriding fear. The hallway was empty, the crimson emergency lights making the shadows seem deeper. Patel emerged from her room across the hall, wide-eyed and shaking.
"What's happening?" she whispered.
"I don't know. Stay close."
We crept toward the source of the scream, each step feeling heavier than the last. When we reached the maintenance bay, we found blood smeared across the walls and floor, but no sign of Reece. Just his boot, lying in the middle of the carnage
Then we heard it.
A wet, slithering sound, like something dragging itself through the vents. I aimed my flashlight at the ceiling, but the beam wavered, catching only fleeting glimpses of movement. Whatever it was, it was fast.
Day 6: The Culling
By the morning of the sixth day- though "morning" was meaningless in the Arctic night--we were down to five. Reece was gone. So were Dr. Patel and two engineers. We found Patel's body crumpled in the research lab, her limbs twisted at impossible angles. Her eyes were open, but her face was stretched in a way that didn't seem human, like her skin was being pulled from the inside.
The remaining survivors gathered in the common room. Markham was trying to keep us calm, but the panic was palpable.
"We can't stay here," Ayers said, his voice breaking. "We have to make a run for the snowmobiles.
"And go where?" Markham snapped "The nearest outpost is 150 kilometers away, and we don't even know if this thing stays outside.
"Or if its already out there,” I added quietly.
The room fell silent.
That's when the banging started
It came from the walls at first, rhythmic and deliberate, as though something was testing the integrity of the station. Then the floor beneath us vibrated, the metallic clangs growing louder. Whatever it was, it was moving toward us:
The first breach came in Module C. The lights flickered as a deafening a crash shook the station. We scrambled to seal the doors, but it was already inside.
Ayers was the first to fall. He was standing closest to the corridor when it appeared. One moment, it was just shadows, flickering in the weak emergency lighting. The next, it lunged into view, a grotesque amalgamation of limbs and sinew. Its "face" was a shifting, featureless mass, but its eyes-black voids endless and cruel-locked onto him.
Ayers didn't even scream. The thing's arm--or what passed for an arm-pierced his chest like a spear, lifting him off the ground. Blood poured onto the floor as it pulled him into the darkness. The sound of his body breaking was worse than any scream
We ran.
The Chase
The next two days were a blur of terror. The thing hunted us through the station, picking us off one by one. It moved impossibly fast for something so grotesque, its limbs bending and stretching as it slithered through the narrow corridors. It didn't make sense- nothing about it did.
It didn't eat its victims or take them whole. It left behind remnants: a hand here, a piece of clothing there. Almost as if it were toying with us, enjoying the hunt.
By the end of the seventh day, it was just me and Markham. We had barricaded ourselves in the observation deck, a room with reinforced glass that overlooked the endless white expanse outside
Markham was pacing, muttering to himself. "This isn't real. It can't be real. It doesn't make sense."
"None of this makes sense," I replied, leaning against the wall, gripping a wrench like it would somehow protect me.
"We triggered something," Markham said, stopping suddenly. "When we drilled deeper, we woke it up. God,I should've stopped the project. I should've-”
The sound of scraping metal interrupted him. It was coming from above.
The Final Night
Markham barely had time to react before the ceiling caved in. The creature dropped into the room, its malformed body filling the space Markham screamed, swinging a fire extinguisher at it. It didn't matter. The thing grabbed him, dragging him into its mass. His screams became gurgles, then silence.
I didn't think. I just ran.
I sprinted through the corridors, my breath fogging in the icy air, the sound of the creature behind me like wet thunder. Every turn felt like the wrong one. My muscles burned, my lungs screamed, but I didn't stop. I couldn't.
Finally, I reached the airlock. My hands fumbled with the controls as the roaring grew louder. The lock hissed open, and I stumbled into the blizzard, the cold hitting me like a wall.
I don't remember collapsing. The next thing I knew, I was lying in the snow, the sound of rotors filling the air. A helicopter descended, its searchlights cutting through the storm. Figures in hazmat suits rushed toward me, their voices muffled but urgent.
"You're lucky we found you," one of them said as they loaded me aboard. "We've been trying to reach Polaris for days."
The warmth of the helicopter was overwhelming. I stared at them, unable to speak, my mind a haze of terror and exhaustion.
As we lifted off, I looked out the window. Polaris was barely visible through the storm, a broken husk of a station
And then I saw it.
The creature stood in the snow watching us. Its form was shifting changing. For a moment, it had Markham's face. Then Patel's.
Then mine.
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2024.11.27 20:50 jesseXD [QC] VTM tfd reversible

W2c : http://e.tb.cn/h.T0MUHtzzDjosztB?tk=QC9M3rnxT2c
Any flaws? Weight : 1480g
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2024.11.27 20:50 BrainstormBot 🌏 Mongolia: Газар хөдлөлт - Earthquake (5.0 Mb, at 20:34 UTC, from www.seismicportal.eu)

🌒 Газар хөдлөлт! Earthquake! 5.0 Mb, registered by EMSC, 2024-11-27 20:34:43 UTC (crescent moon), on land, Bayantsagaan, Arhangay, Mongolia (48.55, 100.36) likely felt 150 km away (www.seismicportal.eu)

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2024.11.27 20:50 MynameisntWejdene If Michonne & Maggie both fought against Carol & Rosita, which team would win ?

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2024.11.27 20:50 pashtedot M. Biereth UCL goal: Sturm Graz 1-0 Girona. I love to see the kid score!

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2024.11.27 20:50 Lanky-Gur7395 what if

what if i went and became a vagabond but before i did that id need to just blow my life up figuratively, of course, prior to that. people would care too much and go looking and I just keep going from feeling fine this past week to next day just back to thinking of some weird stuff like this then back tomorrow and nothing i really do is going to change anything. I already fricked everything up with college, i feel like everyone knows im a dissapointment, my mental health isnt going to get any better no matter whta i do cause i tought it was going to well these past couple weeks then it dipped down to right now and most likely will dip back up later and i wont be thinking of just leaving everything behind. I have some savings, not alot, likely not alot to move out on at all, i have more in a bank, no job yet, just failures, i need to figure that out but hey in the menatime what if i throw my life away since i know i wouldnt realistically make it if i was a vagabond and im not really improving my mental health in any way irregardless of any little details in my life that kinda change? everything felt great and cool a few hours ago, now its not,everythings just tipsy turveyand on its side? i cant do anything right for some reason. Ive always had a bunch of thoughts of leaving everything aside and sometimes i feel like I just might, 0 care about the consequences, however people would 100% look for me if i just left right now so id need to get my familly to really dislike me. It would be very easy to do that, id just need to be honest and say i'm gay or something
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2024.11.27 20:50 ycr007 TIL: Long Hundred is 120 and was previously referred to as Hundred in Germanic languages

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2024.11.27 20:50 Rashikki2023 Another milestone!

I’m about to take my 5th dose of 2.5 and I’m officially down 16lbs! I haven’t seen this weight in 2 years!! No matter what I did, I couldn’t lose more than the same 5lbs over and over again. I was so excited to see the -10lb but even more so for -15. I have a way to go but I’m seeing so many changes other than on the scale. My rings are actually loose, my face is thinner, my belly, I feel lighter on my feet, I’m able to get up easier and find myself not procrastinating to get up and do things like I use to. So much more than the -15lbs have changed for me and I’m so excited to see what’s in store!
Happy thanksgiving everyone! This year I’m thankful for the help to finally get me where I want to be…in a healthier body! 🤗
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2024.11.27 20:50 ShowingSawyer Do you think CaseOh has anger issues?

I know this is rather obvious but do you think CaseOh has anger issues? Sure he gets mad and tends to break the sound barrier but there's several times where he just sits there and stays calm. Not to mention people don't ever call him out for being angry except when I'm mad in the same way people just chat "skill issue". You think he has anger problems?
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2024.11.27 20:50 Masterbst First ever death king roll got fire essence

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2024.11.27 20:50 Pho_That_Thou Where Do I Find RPG Mechanic File Formula ?

Hello iam trying to understand game design and my first step was to know how things work especially in RPG games, i need to know where the developer usualy put their code about Damage resistance, damage reduction etc.
Iam planning to learn how to edit the game files first before going in dept designing for some games
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2024.11.27 20:50 Resident_Safe_9098 How do i tell people i have brain fog while having brain fog?

Like genuinely i’m having a-lot of trouble with words and i feel like my IQ and vocab has dropped like 10 levels and i cant seem to explain it correctly because my brain is scrambled eggs. Anybody got better words for what happens to the brain with Chronic pain and social isolation?
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2024.11.27 20:50 ADiffidentDissident We should start talking about the coming purge of the DoD. Here are some authoritative sources on what we know so far.

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2024.11.27 20:50 _bernardtaylor23 Bubba Hoghead Proof of concept Movie Trailer

Big Announcement!!!! I’m officially producing my first movie. Anyone who knows me, knows I love horror movies. Especially horror movies from the ‘80’s. So when I was asked to be apart of this project, I couldn’t say yes fast enough. Here is the concept trailer that was shot.
Scheduled to begin filming early 2025. If you want to support the film, please click the link in the comments. As always thankful for where life is taking me.
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2024.11.27 20:50 tobi_the_snake Visuals at edc orlando too much?

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2024.11.27 20:50 Desperate-Fill6843 Black Friday deals ?

Anyone got any good recommendations for a good turntable and speakers for a newbie ? Was thinking for Black Friday I would take the plunge.
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2024.11.27 20:50 ShreddedChettar I was today years old when I learned that the magnitude and duration of applied positive/negative effects vary based on how they are applied

Was playing around with embedments at the Training Area today and noticed my attack power varied everso slightly when I changed how the positive effect Power Gain was applied.
Consulted the spreadsheet and checked the “Buffs” section and lo and behold, my questions were answered.
Turns out the magnitude and variation can vary quite a bit - take for example both Power Gain upon Martial Arts/Wizardry Spell grant a +5% boost for 8 seconds meanwhile Power Gain upon Deflecting a Critical Blow grants a +15% boost for 25 seconds, and the spell Focus Zone grants a +40% boost for 30 seconds!
Consult the spreadsheet for full deets. Something to consider when building out your equipment.
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2024.11.27 20:50 lifecrazyfr Spider Madison Lead

I recently started another play through and as such have been enthralled once again with the mysteries this game contains.
I was reading a years old iceberg chart, when one particular entrant piqued my interest. That of Spider Madison. While it was obvious that he probably left the spotlight of his own volition, I couldn’t help but be amazed at his ability to so completely disappear.
As you all know, Spider Madison provided the Voice for our favorite Lumbago riddled drunk, Uncle in the first game. With John O’Creagh being cast in the sequel, to be replaced by James McBride after O’Creagh’s untimely death.
The only known stories I could find about Spider were from Cameos done by Rob Wiethoff, mentioning a story about how Spider got his name from the Hell’s Angels, and that he wasn’t able to return for RDR2 due to complications (I believe - people have spoken of this one but I haven’t seen it).
That’s when I start looking through Reddit Threads, and one of these threads is a comment from what seems to be a factory new reddit account. Was it really this simple? Was there really a comment explaining everything that got lost in the fray? Or is it someone capitalizing on the mystery? I’ve yet to send an email as to not disturb him.
TL;DR: Found a reddit comment claiming to be from Spider Madison stating he is alive and well living in NY as of 10 months ago.
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2024.11.27 20:50 Grand-End1913 Thinking of Trying SEV

Please share how you like your results with sec for Brazilian or underarms. Does it work? And how long does it last?
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2024.11.27 20:50 outerspaceshack Dive into the retro-futuristic world of Outer Space Shack! For the first time, our realistic space base building game is available at a 30% discount. Begin your adventure on the Moon and Mars, constructing bases with authentic 1970s technology. Don’t miss this chance to explore the stars with real

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2024.11.27 20:50 Complex-Bottle-8786 Firing the cannons at pornhub

Let’s rain down on Pornhub and get it to the trending list. For the ass and titties🔥
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2024.11.27 20:50 MycologistOdd6540 Honest rates only<3

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2024.11.27 20:50 urgod42069 what a rush

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2024.11.27 20:50 LeonidasxX_ Nov 27, 15-10

3 NHL games for toda
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