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2025.01.27 05:20 MailBoth5696 Tekken 8 ▰ SHINE (#10 Ranked Lili) Vs ULSAN (#10 Ranked Reina) ▰ Ranked Matches

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2025.01.27 05:20 Pure-Shine6001 They Hit Without Warning Part 6

Lieutenant Williams kept a steady hand on the controls of his Sparrowhawk as he raced along just above the treetops. His Voxel scope told him the ground was five hundred feet below him; however he could feel the backwash from his thrusters bouncing off the forest canopy against his rear control surfaces. On his Heads-up-display, or HUD, the distance to a navigation marker was rapidly counting down. When it went below one thousand yards, Williams applied power and the Sparrowhawk leapt several hundred feet into the air. At the same time, Williams pitched the nose of his strike craft down until a clearing came into view. He adjusted power to the thrusters to maintain the angle while keeping their forward momentum as they passed over swarms of aliens scurrying around the clearing.
“Firing Phantoms,” Thompson said, swearing under his breath a moment later.
Williams shared his frustration, as the two missiles from the PDF warehouse corkscrewed wildly in separate directions. Neither missile targeted any of the alien drop pods, or the construction the aliens were working on; instead impacting harmlessly in the treeline on either side of the clearing.
“I guess the PDF guys didn’t bother storing those missiles properly,” Williams commented sourly.
A satisfying twin rows of explosions tore through the clearing, marking where the 25mm cannons were disintegrating alien bodies and metal. Williams spotted a blue streak of light from a seemingly random pile of metal, and he feathered the controls in evasive maneuvers. The Sparrowhawk danced up and down, rolled and dipped, evading the ground fire from several alien weapons. A moment later, and they were back over the forest canopy where Williams fought the instinct to pull up and race for orbit. Over his starboard wing he could see the thin trails of smoke from the two Falcons that had tried to do just that, and had been shot down by the alien ground fire. Williams said a silent prayer that the pilots had met their end quickly, and hadn’t been trapped in their cockpits while their craft burned up around them. Sadly, there was little chance the pilots had survived. The emergency beacon, set to begin transmitting when the ejection system was activated, had been silent for both Falcons.
“Delta three-five to Crescent tower,” Williams reported in.
“Go on ahead,” answered the gravelly voice of the PDF flight controller.
“No joy with Phantoms,” Williams reported. “One pass with the guns. I saw several AA emplacements and a lot of activity.”
“Copy that,” came the reply. “Uh, stay in the area for a minute.”
“Roger,” Williams answered, turning to keep the navigation marker about five thousand yards off his port wing. Noting he hadn’t heard anything from Thompson, he asked, “How you doing back there, old man?”
A heavy sigh was his only reply.
“I hear ya,” Williams said quietly. Our visit to the surface has been one frustration after another, he thought.
It had started as soon as they had landed. After coasting in on the Sparrowhawk’s stubby wings and dropping onto the landing gear fairly gently, they had seen the PDF ground crew driving out to them in an old fuel truck. They seemed competent enough, until Thompson had requested the normal Navy loadout of six thousand rounds of cannon ammo.
“Six thousand!” The crew chief exclaimed. “Buddy, our birds only get a thousand rounds a piece; and we’ve already blown through our whole year’s ammunition allowance. You're gonna have to settle for the same amount as everyone else.”
“A thousand rounds is only enough for one pass,” shot back Thompson. “It’s a waste of fuel to go up for one pass, and you’ve already got bugs hitting the planet somewhere.”
The crew chief scowled angrily. “You Navy pukes might have money to burn, but down here we gotta pay for everything. Ammo is expensive, so you can either take the thousand rounds or you can go back to your ship.”
Williams had interjected, seeing Thompson about ready to throw punches. “Easy old man, we’re all in this together.”
The crew chief nodded. “That’s right, listen to your officer.”
Williams turned on him. “That’s not how this works. My rank doesn’t make me his superior. It’s just a way for the desk jockeys to tell who sits in which seat. When it comes to flying, we’re in this together. I want the full combat load just as much as he does, but if you’re short of ammo we can work something out. How much ammo do you have?”
The crew chief glowered at Williams, crossing his arms over chest. “That’s classified,” he growled.
Thompson pretty nearly exploded. “CLASSIFIED? There’s an effing alien invasion going on, and you’re gonna refuse to work with us on how much ammo we can use because it’s classified?”
He would have continued, but just then the booms of supersonic craft coming in from orbit started sounding over the landing strip. Everyone looked up, and Williams quickly spotted the incoming Falcons as they dropped towards the PDF’s section of the spaceport. There were worryingly few silhouettes, and Williams optimistically hoped that the PDF fighters were staggering their return to keep up pressure on the aliens. The crew chief hurried back to his fuel truck and the truck moved off, probably to stage for refueling the returning Falcons.
Williams watched as the PDF pilots came down on thrusters and dropped hard onto the landing pad, using up valuable fuel instead of coasting in using the atmosphere and their stubby wings.
“I hate to think what Commander Sewell would say about those landings,” Williams had remarked quietly to Thompson.
Thompson’s response was lost in the excitement of the final Falcon landing, and promptly losing its port wing. The ground crew raced for crash trucks as Williams and Thompson dove to the pavement behind their Sparrowhawk. Thankfully, the Falcon did not burst into flame; and the pilot climbed out of the cockpit, sliding down the ladder to the pavement. Williams and Thompson got to their feet and the pilot strode over to them, brushing himself off.
“Any landing you can walk away from is a good landing, am I right?” He called out cheerfully. Without waiting for a response he continued, “You must be the Navy boys who came down. I’m Lt Commander Obadiah Jeffery, welcome to Crescent 3.”
“Thank you, sir,” replied Williams, saluting the PDF wing commander. Thompson followed suit.
Jeffery returned the salutes. “At ease. We’re fairly informal here. Not much call for pomp and ceremony, except when big shots come to visit. Speaking of visitors, have the aliens hit the colony yet?”
“Not that I know of,” Williams answered. “We’ve been trying to get rearmed to get back in action, but your crew chief seems worried about the available cannon rounds.”
“Ah, yes,” Jeffery said. “Nice guy, but he’s a bean counter through and through. I’ll have a talk with him. With the losses we took up there, ammo shouldn’t be as big a problem; although I did ask for a few more of your buddies to come down. I figure we can start intercepting these things as they hit atmo, ya know?”
“Right,” Williams answered. The speed at which Jeffery switched topics was starting to give him a headache, and he hoped they could get airborne again soon.
Thompson cleared his throat. “How many birds did you lose, sir?”
“Nearly half the wing,” Jeffery answered, his cheerful demeanor disappearing for a moment as he looked over the Falcons being fueled and armed on the landing strip. “But we gave as good as we got,” he continued, brightening again. “Over two dozen kills before we had to come back and rearm.”
Williams was stunned. Two dozen drop pods, and they lost a dozen Falcons? Taking into account a pilot’s usual exaggeration of their success, that means they probably took out less than one drop pod per Falcon, and a kill ratio of less than two to one. “How did you lose so many birds?” He blurted out. For an instant he was worried that Jeffery would get offended, but he needn’t have worried.
“Mostly the same reason my bird was damaged,” Jeffery answered, waving a hand towards his damaged Falcon. “I got too close on a pass and caught some shrapnel. Luckily, my wing held together long enough for me to land; but I guess we need more time training for orbital combat. We were either too close or too far away most of the time. Not that I expect this to become a regular thing,” he said with a grin and a wink.
Williams was speechless, but thankfully Thompson spoke up before there was any awkward silence. “Yeah, space combat can be tricky.”
Williams heard the hint of sarcasm in his gunner’s voice, but apparently it was lost on Jeffery.
“Well,” Jeffery said. “Since my bird’s out of action, I guess I’ll mosy on over to the command bunker and see how the big picture looks. When your bird is fueled and armed, come join us in the ready room in Hangar 5 so we can go over the game plan. I’ll make sure you get the ammo you need.” With a quick thumbs up he walked briskly across the landing strip, waving to his pilots as we went.
“Un-freakin’ believable,” muttered Thompson.
“You said it,” Williams breathed. They waited by their Sparrowhawk while the ground crew fueled and rearmed the PDF Falcons, and three more Sparrowhawks dropped out of the sky to land near their bird. Williams recognized them as members of Delta wing, and he waved at them as they climbed out of their cockpits. The Navy pilots all gravitated towards each other as they waited for the PDF ground crews.
“So, what’s the story down here?” Asked Lt Sam Johnson, call sign Delta Four-Seven.
“Bunch of cowboys and office pukes,” grumbled Thompson.
The other Navy fliers laughed, and Thompson grinned reluctantly at their mirth. “He’s right,” Williams said as the laughter subsided. “If their wing commander is anything like the rest of their pilots, they’re all hotshots. They lost half their birds, and probably the pilots, pushing their attacks on the drop pods too close. I don’t think they were wearing vac-rated flight suits either. The ground crew is more worried about how much it costs to fuel and arm the birds than stopping the invasion.”
“Seriously?” Asked Ensign Jezebel Greve, Johnson’s gunner.
“Pretty much told us ‘take it or leave it’,” grumbled Thompson.
“Dang,” said Johnson. “What did you two do to get on the naughty list?”
“Just asked for a normal combat loadout,” Williams answered. “Apparently they only fly with a thousand rounds of bbs.”
“Hardly worth leaving the deck,” commented Johnson.
Williams noticed the PDF pilots moving towards Hangar 5, and a minute later the ground crews drove up to the Sparrowhawks and their crews. The crew chief didn’t look at Williams as his crew unloaded 25 mm ammo belts from the munitions vehicle. The crew chief busied himself with directing fueling operations, while another set of men drove up with a trailer loaded with Phantom missiles. Thompson and the other gunners moved off to monitor the reloading, their trust in the competency of the ground crew diminished somewhat by Thompson’s interaction with the crew chief. Thompson came back to the group of Navy pilots a minute later, a little less bothered.
“At least the rest of the ground crew knows what they’re doing,” he admitted grudgingly. “Although those Phantoms have been in storage a long time.”
“Cheer up, old man,” Williams teased. “Not everything turns out badly.” He turned to the other pilots. “The wing commander, Commander Jeffrey, said to head to the ready room in Hangar 5 when we were gassed and loaded.”
“Sounds good, we’ll see you there,” the other pilots answered, looking over to see whether their birds were ready. The ground crew seemed to be taking their time; although with only one vehicle each for fuel, cannon ammo, and missiles they had an excuse for the time it was taking. Williams and Thompson waited a few moments before heading towards the hangar, watching the ground crew meticulously load cannon rounds into a Sparrowhawk. They seemed excessively cautious, but maybe it was just inexperience.
The Hangar 5 Ready Room looked like a combination briefing room/flight control center. The left side of the room was taken up by a wall of monitors, with several Planetary Defense Force volunteers manning different stations. Williams thought he recognized a real-time tactical display of the orbital battle on one screen; while several others seemed to be stylized maps of the planet’s surface. The graphics reminded him of the retro-style strategy games available on the Hermes’ recreation consoles. Nothing wrong with that, as long as the relevant information got through to the pilots. Along the back wall were several communications stations with more PDF volunteers. Over on the right, there were chairs set up like the briefing room on Hermes facing the wall opposite the tactical displays. That wall was mostly an oversized display, currently showing a satellite image of the planet’s surface with the spaceport in the lower right corner. The PDF pilots were clustered together, bragging about their kills. Williams thought their bravado seemed a little forced, and he couldn’t blame them. He had been one of the lucky ones in the first wave of Sparrowhawks sent against the alien spaceship. His wingman had vanished in a ball of orange fire seconds after the aliens had begun firing, as had the other two crews in his flight. It hadn’t bothered him much, with the adrenaline of combat; but now that he had time to relax Williams began to think about the empty chairs in his own briefing room on Hermes. He walked close to the briefing display, studying it closely to take his mind off the losses and back to the mission at hand, stopping an alien invasion. There was a large forested area on the map with an orange circle in the middle. Well, more like an elongated oval. As Williams was looking, several blue arrows appeared on the map radiating out from the spaceport towards the orange oval.
“Looks like we got a mission down here,” Williams said to himself.
“Looks like,” said Johnson, who had joined him by the screen.
“Only eight search patterns,” commented Williams.
“Yeah,” Johnson nodded. “Send half out to look and keep the other half for a quick strike? Or maybe half search, half intercept?” His voice had a hopeful note.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” answered Williams. He saw Jeffrey enter the ready room through a door in the back wall and turned to rejoin Thompson. The last Navy crew was just coming in as well, and Jeffrey waved them over towards the briefing screen.
“Gather around and listen up,” Jeffrey said, nearly shouting over the hum of the equipment and chatter from the other side of the room. “The Navy’s really beating the snot out of the bugs in orbit, but a lot of them have made it to the ground already. We got telemetry from the Navy to estimate where the bugs are touching down, but it’s still a big area. Our job is going to be to find where they’re landing and hit their LZ fast and hard. We’ll split up into two bird teams and fly these search patterns,” he explained, motioning to the blue arrows. “The Navy has agreed to bounce our IFF signals back here to give us better location info when you find the bugs. No heroics, just report in when you see something. Our Navy visitors will fly the flank routes, while the PDF boys run up the middle. I’d say stick to around five thousand feet or so to get better visibility over the tree canopy. Any questions?”
One of the PDF pilots spoke up. “Are we a ‘go’ to attack once we report in?”
“That’s a negative,” Jeffrey answered. “The Colonial Marines believe the bugs are staging for an attack on the spaceport. We are to confirm these theories and pass the information along. Once we have a better picture of what we’re up against, I’ll let you know what the plan is.”
“Roger,” the PDF pilot sounded disappointed.
“That said,” Jeffrey continued with a mischievous grin. “You are given full authority to defend yourselves, if you encounter any resistance.”
A weak cheer came from the PDF pilots, and Williams grinned at Thompson. Thompson rolled his eyes, and got a playful slap on the shoulder from Williams.
“Alright! Everybody mount up and wait for clearance to take off from the tower,” Jeffrey ordered. “Good hunting!”
The PDF pilots and Navy crews left the room, each hurrying across the runways to their birds. Williams strapped in and fastened his helmet on, testing the airtight seal of the vacsuit before opening the face plate. He started the preflight checklist, warming up the thrusters and watching the status lights for any issues.
“Green across the board,” reported Thompson.
“Roger that. Green across the board,” answered Williams.
Williams looked over at the Sparrowhawk next to theirs and Johnson gave him a thumbs up. Williams flipped the comm setting to Ship-to-Ship setting and keyed the button.
“Delta four-seven, you have your wingman here?” Williams asked.
There was a pause, then Johnson’s voice came back. “Negative, Four-Five had engine trouble and is back at home. Do you want lead?”
Williams leaned back and asked Thompson, “What do you think, old man?”
Thompson snorted. “I don’t want to be the first thing angry bugs see approaching their landing area.”
“Chicken,” teased Williams before he replied to Johnson. “I’ll give way to your seniority.”
Johnson laughed. “Sure, buddy. We’ll go with that.”
The comm clicked off, and Williams set it back to the Flight Broadcast setting. Johnson taxied slowly forward until he was lined up with the runway spur pointed away from the PDF hangar. Williams shifted his Sparrowhawk to line up a little behind him and off to the left. He saw the other two Sparrowhawk strike craft lining up on each other, but out of the path of Delta Four-seven. They were both from Bravo Wing, and Williams wasn’t very familiar with their crews. A couple hundred yards away, the PDF Falcons were parked pretty much as they had landed. Williams could see the bright orange cone of exhaust from their thrusters and see the heat waves rippling off the pavement. The comm came to life with the PDF Ground Controller’s voice.
“PDF Bravo and PDF Charlie, you are clear for launch and start search pattern zero-one.”
Two Falcons almost instantly jumped off the pavement, climbing a couple thousand feet on lift thrusters before engaging the large rear thruster and speeding toward the horizon. Williams noticed the lack of acknowledgment on the frequency, and hoped it wouldn’t lead to any complications later on.
Ground Control came through the comm again. “PDF Tango, PDF Victor, you are clear for launch and start search pattern zero-two.”
This time, a brief ‘Roger’ came over the comm before two more Falcons clawed their way into the sky.
“Hey, old man,” called Williams. “Did you see anything labeling those search vectors in the hangar?”
“No,” Thompson answered. “Let me see if they uploaded a packet to our system.” He was silent for a few moments, tapping controls. “Yeah, we’ve got a HUD map. I’ll put it up.”
A moment later, Williams saw multiple blue tracks appear on his HUD projecting out from the end of the runway. Each line had a corresponding two digit number designation, starting with 0-0 and ending at 0-7.
“Funny numbering system,” commented Willams. “I wonder why they start at 0 instead of 1?”
“Because they like being different?” Suggested Thompson dryly.
Williams didn’t answer as Ground Control cleared PDF Kilo and Lima for launch. He didn’t think they would just be contrary; but he couldn’t come up with a reasonable explanation either. The last two Falcons, call sign Foxtrot and Romeo, were cleared for launch and shot away into the distance.
“Ground Control, this is Delta Four-seven,” came Johnson’s voice over the comm. “I will be paired up with Delta Three-five. We are ready for launch vector.”
There was a brief pause, then Ground Control responded, “Copy that, Delta Four-seven. I designate you and your wingman as Delta Flight. You are clear to launch and start search pattern zero-zero.”
“Roger that, search pattern zero-zero,” responded Johnson.
Williams watched as Johnson rolled forward down the runway spur as he increased power to both lift and forward thrusters evenly. He rose into the air gently, then angled upwards and used the large rear thruster to push the Sparrowhawk into the atmosphere. Williams copied him, using the larger more efficient thruster to do most of the work of getting the Sparrowhawk up to altitude. The strike craft’s stubby wings generated enough lift to hold it aloft without help from the lift thrusters at high speed, but Williams kept them working slightly for the extra boost in maneuverability. Behind them, the Bravo pilots took off and veered onto their search pattern. Soon enough they were alone in the sky, flying several thousand feet over a dense forest canopy.
“I wouldn’t like to crash land in there,” Williams said, looking at the seemingly unbroken expanse of trees.
“It’d probably be alright,” Thompson commented. “They look like they’re spaced pretty far apart. They just have wide spread branches.”
“How can you tell?” Asked Williams.
“The crowns where all the branches seem to spread out from,” Thompson said. “They’re quite far apart.”
Williams couldn’t see what he was talking about, but before he could ask anything else the comm crackled to life.
“Tango to Control, I’ve got a large clear cut area just over sixty miles in. Lots of activity on the ground. Looks like they’re clearing debris from crashed landers and fallen trees and stacking them in piles.”
Williams looked off to his right. He and Johnson were flying the far left side of the search pattern, and PDF Tango had been set on the second search route over. He didn’t see anything, which wasn’t too surprising since they were only thirty some miles from the spaceport.
“Copy that, Tango. Any ground troops or vehicles?” Ground Control answered.
“Not that I can see… I’ll buzz them for a closer look,” the PDF pilot answered.
The panicked voice of a different pilot came over the comm. “GROUND FIRE! GROUND FI-,”
The transmission ended abruptly.
“Control, I’ve lost Victor,” came the voice of Tango. Then, clearly holding the mic open as he worked to dodge, he continued, “Climb, baby, climb!”
The transmission was suddenly cut off.
Commander Jeffrey’s voice came over the comms. “Tango? Victor? Anybody close enough to see ‘chutes?”
There were a few moments of silence, then the other PDF pilots replied in the negative.
“Delta Three-five, break formation and see if you can see anything,” Commander Jeffrey ordered.
“Roger that,” Williams answered, flipping to the ship-to-ship setting. “Good luck, Four-seven. Stay cool.”
“Watch yourself, I expect to see you back on the carrier when this is all over,” Johnson answered.
Williams pulled alongside and waggled the Sparrowhawk’s stubby wings in reply before peeling off and heading toward a nav marker that appeared on his HUD.
“What do you think,” he asked Thompson as they sped towards the alien landing zone.
“I think we should come in low,” Thompson answered. “These trees are pretty tall, so popping over the clearing at treetop height is probably our best bet for getting the drop on these aliens. Remember, one of the PDF boys was going for orbit when he bought it.”
“Good point,” Williams agreed. “How close should I cut it?”
There was a short pause, then Thompson spoke slowly as if he were still thinking it through. “I’d say about five hundred feet. Voxel says the ground is about three hundred odd feet under the canopy, so give a couple hundred feet safety margin and we should appear over the aliens just in time for them to see us fire weapons.”
“That’ll work both ways,” Williams mused aloud. “But the Phantoms should have enough time to lock onto anything metal.”
“Should,” agreed Thompson.
They kept silent for the rest of the flight, arriving low and fast over the clearing. The Phantoms failed to get a lock, but Thompson managed to tear up the clearing with the dual cannons. They circled the clearing, staying low and out of sight over the tree canopy as they waited for instructions from the Crescent PDF flight control.
The voice of Commander Jeffrey came crackling over the comm. “Delta three-five, can you see what’s going on in the clearing? The Colonial Marines want to know if the aliens are preparing equipment for a ground assault.”
Williams didn’t bother flying over the clearing again. “Sending the gun camera footage now,” he replied. “Got that, old man,” he called back to Thompson.
An affirmative grunt was Thompson’s only response. Williams continued to circle, looking up at the sky as an alert of incoming bogeys sounded from the Voxel system. A small cluster of black dots grew rapidly into alien drop pods. The stubby wing-like shapes on the fuselages had expanded considerably, allowing them to be guided towards the clearing. Williams pointed the Sparrowhawk at the incoming drop pods, lining the targeting reticle on the lowest one. A short burst of cannon fire shook the Sparrowhawk, and the drop pod shuddered under the impact of the explosive rounds. It didn’t explode, instead beginning to flip over and over as one of the larger control surfaces had been shot away. The other drop pods maneuvered out of formation, depriving Williams of another easy shot. Thompson fired and missed as Williams tried to track another drop pod. The comm came to life again.
“Crescent control, this is Bravo two-six. I have eyes on another alien landing zone. Multiple large metal and wooden structures on the ground, AA emplacements on the perimeter. Starting my attack run.”
“Two landing zones,” commented Williams. “Maybe they’re trying to make it harder for us to find and attack them.”
“Or they could be different units,” mused Thompson. “If they’re building structures they may be setting up support and logistics.”
“Assuming this is still an invasion,” Williams retorted. “Could be temporary shelters.”
“We’ll see soon enough,” Thompson replied.
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2025.01.27 05:20 fantosmephoinix Who uses this weapon?

I'm sorry for the random question, but I'm trying to figure out which unit used this weapon and I can't remember its name nor who used it. ^^;
Image is official mini sprite from the asset collection by Kazkirigiri
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2025.01.27 05:20 Wort123 [MN] Failed to designate me FMLA before my leave

I am a tenured teacher. I had a meeting with my boss in Sept asking to start the FMLA process for a much needed surgery and he said he would contact HR to get the ball rolling. Well I never heard anything so I followed up a couple months later (Nov) and directly asked HR to start the process. I was given a form to fill out and asked for certification. I was so stressed I forgot to fill out the forms before my surgery but I never heard anything from HR either. (Surgery was in Dec.) HR knew I was having a needed surgery and they asked no questions at that time. So 3 weeks later I fill everything out after I have had the surgery and once again no questions asked. 7 days later I receive a notice that is dated 5 days from when I filled out my forms stating I don't qualify for FMLA and they are cutting my benefits/pay and "reassigning" me aka a demotion. (Letter was dated the 8th but postmarked the 10th?) Now, to my question, is it correct that HR is required to designate me 5 days after my first verbal/written request for FMLA?(so for me either Sep (verbal) or Nov (written) whichever one you want to count). The surgery was roughly 2 1/2 weeks after I requested FMLA in Nov. Also, the letter stating I didnt qualify was postmarked 7 days later not 5 which is a separate issue. If I had known I didn't qualify, I would have asked for accommodations instead and pushed back my surgery to a holiday. I know I filled out the forms late but they failed to designate me within the 5 days of notifying them I would need it. Now, I have no idea what to do next because none of this would be happening if they had let me know before the surgery.
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2025.01.27 05:20 TheBushMan789 Hmmmmmm

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2025.01.27 05:20 BxLorien Ranked really is so much more difficult than Quick Cash

Everytime I start to think I'm actually improving in this game cause I went 15-6 in quick cash, ranked is there to kick me back down with a 2-13 performance round 1 knockout.
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2025.01.27 05:20 khadimplays THE YEAR JUST STARTED!!!!!

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2025.01.27 05:20 Fun_Pound_9171 anyone worried about the poor design of the enclosures at Legasea aquarium ?

I'm just appalled and kept this in for a long time cause I was like surely they must know what they are doing but every few video a tank Is leaking (and also why are u doing a tank with concrete I'm so confused, but like some of the enclosures they have like in this video (supposedly for baby alligators) have like a flow that is so intense, and the three glass pane design makes in my opinion no sense whatsoever, they seem to always be rejoining things with very thick layers of silicone seams but that's just not all there is to making enclosures (not to talk about the mammal enclosures, and lack of medical pet bay area (or not shown yet), or enclosures for mammals with backstage loops and catchs or nests/hides for them to sleep at night like where is that capybara gonna sleep in a concrete mock rock jungle set ughhhh I could go on
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2025.01.27 05:20 feelingsjourney Did they ever fully explain why Creepy Harold came back as a janitor at Rose wood High in Season 3 Episode 14?

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2025.01.27 05:20 ProdChunkkz why do people still give pixel gun 3d such high regard?

the game had a huge downfall when they started making everything pay to win. so. why do people still respect it for nostalgia sake? i keep seeing pixel gun ads on insta and the comments are always “good job diddy” basically saying that their doing good. why are people still respecting them.
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2025.01.27 05:20 Great_Revenue_8235 Looking for Top 5k players for the Snapdragon tournament

Looking for Top 5k players for the Snapdragon tournament Mainly hard point/tdm maybe snd as well
Add my user if interested —
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2025.01.27 05:20 SemlaBun What is fair reseller pricing nowadays?

Like everyone else, I've rolled my eyes at massively inflated reseller prices. I'm sure we've all seen Litjoy FOTA listed for 700, FL Divine Rivals for 300, How's Moving Castle for almost 200, and so on.
But recently I've come across discussions - not just here but elsewhere - where even 50-60 (whether it be dollars, pounds or euros) is sometimes seen as far too much and derided as "scalping".
As I'm in Europe, I've mostly paid attention to the EU reseller market, and I've noticed that these days many people expect to get even popular books for what's essentially below cost, as they don't seem to count the original shipping as part of the "cost".
I once even saw the (admittedly minority) opinion that "secondhand books shouldn't cost as much as new ones". That's not really how collectibles work.
Now, I don't know about everyone else, but if I saw Two Twisted Crowns listed for 70 euros, I'd jump at it and not feel like I'm being ripped off. So I'm curious, what IS considered a fair price these days? I feel like people should be able to benefit SOMETHING from giving up a rare collectible, without being seen as blood-sucking scalpers for it.
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2025.01.27 05:20 thepapi01 Bloop

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2025.01.27 05:20 NotDaltonIsCake How I started my day vs how it ended

Started off good helped a buddy out with plumbing in an RV not too big of a job. However it ended in an aggravating whole mess of a fucking day! When my car decided it didn't want to turn off. So after taking a bunch of stuff off, mainly breaking, and spending a very cold 9 hours beating my head and hands against everything I finally figured the shifter cable wasn't all the way engaged in park and I just had to push it just a little farther in park. I really hope everyones Sunday was a good one. Sorry for rant I just want someone to tell me they had a good day
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2025.01.27 05:20 bimlotixP_ His name is bro

His name is bro 3 months old! Named bro , Very chubby and playful! Used to be scared of even smaller dogs than him , we have this toy dog breed (rlly small) her name is cherry she's 6 months loves biting my dog , made my dog into a playful extrovert thanks to her , he was scared otherwise 😭
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2025.01.27 05:20 hiphoppakalolo Blue Sunset Sherb. Day 28F

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