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2021.12.01 03:59 Fubarbarian Always loved the look of the Sundown Bronco, so I made a modern take livery for the 2021 Bronco. Share code 962 645 383.
2021.12.01 03:59 FKDSRSPCT Hit legend in standard for the first time
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2021.12.01 03:59 BigMacBoy1400 First day as opu
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2021.12.01 03:59 balkrishnan Marathi Wedding: A Colourful Event of Uniting
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2021.12.01 03:59 Gurantula Since the Tyranids are coordinated by powerful psychic imperatives transmitted through the Tyranid communal sentience that is the Hive Mind. Could a powerful pysker let’s say the Emperor take over a fleet when a it is cut off from the hive mind?
Tyranid fleets, swarms, and broods do not have a singular command structure, but rather form a synaptic web of psychic influence and feedback. So in theory someone with a powerful influence and the ability the act as the hive mind might be able to control the fleet.
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2021.12.01 03:59 cricketrmgss Happened on 294 today - the recorder of the video was able to flag down the semi.
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2021.12.01 03:59 infant_destroyer69 Bloon chipper
I’m just curious, why does ninja kiwi regret making the bloonchipper and why do they not wish to add it to future games? I personally loved it because it was satisfying to use but it’s gone now. Thoughts?
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2021.12.01 03:59 SpiteGroundbreaking5 I annoyed you 🤤
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2021.12.01 03:59 IAmOniiChad Within 13 god dam minutes like 6 people immediately insulted my two quesadillas and called it fucking white people food.
2021.12.01 03:59 LargeGrade2 opinions on my interaction with my crush? PLZ READ <3
Ok so ive had a huge crush on this guy dan for a while and when i went to a party a mutual friend of mine introduced me to him for the first time.
so b4 i even met dan the only impression i had of him was his ig (we both follow each other) and hes this eboy alt kinda guy, think of like edward cullen kinda vibes lol. hes so attractive that i was sort of expecting him to one of those guys that makes being attractive his whole personality but HE WAS SO NICE OMG.
so basically my friend sort of introduced him to me and I basically introduced myself to him and told him my name and his immediate reaction was “oh ya ik u i think we follow each other on ig”. And because it was kind of drunk I asked him if he was a model and he got all shy and was like “I’m not but I appreciate it tho” and i was like WHY and he was like idk thats not rlly my scene.
and then I eventually ended up asking for his snap and we added each other back and then he was like oh I’m gonna go get a drink but I’ll see you around and that was it.
but all my friends I told this story to think it’s very specific for him to mention my Instagram. like my mutual friend that introduced me to him was like “the fact that he brought up your Instagram means he definitely looks at it or acknowledges it somehow enough to remember”
I don’t know if it’s just a coincidence or something more but I just want other opinions on it, plz b kind!
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2021.12.01 03:59 Far_Entrepreneur6819 歹毒的心肠 全面的渗透
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2021.12.01 03:59 overmind87 A Farewell to Horror and Love
It was December and the snow was already on the ground. The winter looked particularly bleak this year. Many cold and gloomy days. Still, there were soldiers guarding the streets, to keep the infected at bay. The bus I was in had just crossed the last checkpoint before the hospital we were heading to. It was once again time to relieve the current researchers working there to find a cure. Being under pressure to save the human race for too long and some of us might start to crack. We can't afford that. But I wasn't heading there to work. Not this time. I was going to visit my wife, who had been stationed there and was a fellow researcher.
Looking out the bus window, I noticed lights beginning to come on in the houses that surrounded us on both sides. It was getting dark. But fortunately we had enough sentries to keep us safe from the infected. The infected. Sounds like something out of a horror movie. But there they were. As real as I was. And hiding a horrific fate in their decaying carcasses. It sounds rude to put it that way, but you get desensitized after a while. Thinking of them as people was too much to bear for anyone that worked or lived near them.
The front door of one of the houses opened as we slowly drove by. The jumpy sentry who was posted there pointed his rifle at it as soon as he noticed. But luckily, nothing came of it. Someone yelled something from inside the door. The sentry yelled back and waved in a friendly manner. The door closed. That was all. We had enough security in this walled off part of the suburbs to keep any roaming infected at bay. But having a weapon doesn't protect you from your conscience.
Back when the security was still being set up and I was spending more time outside the hospital talking to people, running back and forth, I happened to walk into one of the many grizzly scenarios that we were forced to endure. Contact with the infected happened more often back then. One of the sentries had turned his back to the house to chat with someone briefly, when someone spotted the infected in that yard. It was a little boy. He was so small. But the level of decay made him seem younger than he should. Because he was old enough to walk. Old enough to run towards the sentry, wailing at the top of his little lungs. Just like a scared little boy would.
The sentry hesitated. He tried to yell something to the boy, but his words didn't all come out. Just as the boy was about to be close enough to infect him the virus, the soldier lifted up his rifle and fired a couple of shots. The body hit the ground. For a moment, I thought the infected was still alive. But the wailing I now heard was coming from the sentry as he collapsed to the ground, crying in despair. I think about it every day, and still wonder if it would have been better for me to not point out the boy to the sentry and let him infect us.
Incidents like those are how we all became desensitized to the situation. Desensitized to them. It made our job easier. As long as you focused on your work and didn't think about it too much, you could get through it. But a person can only do that for so long without breaking down or making deadly mistakes. By then, it's hard to tell whether what you did was wrong, a mistake, or what you truly wanted deep down.
Once an infected person was unable to talk, it was over. Not just because we are still trying to find a permanent cure or way to slow the progression of the virus within a person. But because that's when that primal fear would kick in. The rage. The panic. That's when they became aggressive and dangerous, even though they didn't mean to be. Driven by instincts that couldn't be suppressed by rational thought anymore. But there's nothing rational about this situation. They never had a chance. The panic they caused in others near them ensured that there wouldn't be anyone left to seek help from. That's only if they could ever become calm enough to seek help in a non-threatening manner. And even if they managed that, it doesn't mean that the infected people around them would keep their composure. The virus spread like a wild fire after a drought, and the panic was the wind that fed the flames.
The bus finally pulled up to the quarantine station. I was anxious to see my wife before too long, so I went through the disinfecting station as fast as I could while still adhering to the proper procedure. The clinical setting always reminded me of when we first met, back in college. Anatomy Lab. We also shared a couple other classes, like ASL and Calculus. Because of that, we ended spending a significant amount of time together. It's easy to see where things go from there. A few years after, when everything began to fall apart, we both agreed that because of our chosen career paths, we had an obligation to put our skills to good use in order to help with the situation.
That's how we ended working at this hospital. We've been here since, working tirelessly to beat this thing. This monstrosity. But like I said, it gets easy to become disillusioned when working on finding a solution for a global crisis for so long. You become more and more aware that you're getting nowhere, slowly. It happened to me first. I've hidden it very well. The fact that I've lost all hope we will find a cure. I've felt that way for a long time. But I keep working anyway. Not because the hope has come back, but to give others the appearance that we might still have a chance. If I have lost my hope, I can at least keep others from losing theirs. Besides, I don't have anything else in my life to give me purpose, so what else would I do?
My wife was hit much harder than I. Constantly seeing the bodies arrive in all levels of decay, some moving, some not, finally got to her. Her hopeful attitude and pep decayed to a quiet listlessness that she hid behind a forced expression of positivity whenever anyone would ask her how she was doing. But I knew her better than anyone. And she knew me. We were both aware of how each felt, but agreed to keep pushing through for as long as we could. But that weariness was not something we could overcome in the end. It was making us careless. That's why she didn't notice the small tear on her hazmat suit until it was too late.
I arrived to my wife's room, accompanied by a designated hospital escort. Even the people working there such as my wife and I had to be under constant supervision. Just in case someone loses it big time and does something extremely stupid. Thankfully, I had worked with this young man a few times before, so it was comforting to have a familiar face by my side on this last visit. I had been kept constantly informed of my wife's condition since the beginning. I was also more than familiar with how the virus ravaged the human body. I knew what to expect. But the escort, having agreed to stay by the door, was able to catch a glimpse of her from there as we walked in. He audibly gasped and quickly apologized while turning to look towards the door.
In the bed was something that looked more like an unearthed mummy or a lab specimen than a living human being. The legs were long gone. She was covered in open wounds that would never heal. Two empty sockets where her beautiful blue eyes used to be. An unrecognizably decayed face. And she was so thin. I was furious at myself for thinking for a split second that she looked like a well-made Halloween prop I had seen somewhere before the virus hit. But I didn't care what she looked like. I loved her and this was my last opportunity to be this close to her. At this point, the infected were no longer contagious. Their biological processes were so irredeemably disrupted that the virus wasn't able to replicate any more. And even if it could, they would make for poor carriers since they could barely move.
I sat by her bed and looked at her for a while. Her chest moving up and down ever so slightly. It felt wrong to keep her alive in this condition. But she insisted. It was her last attempt at fighting back against the virus: offering herself for monitoring and study. It was actually very hard to obtain a cooperating subject that could be observed *peacefully* from infection until death. This gift she was giving us was priceless. I felt the tears trying to slip out, with some success. But I promised her I'd keep a straight face. For the coworkers that were still here, fighting. The ones that still had hope.
I took her hand, and gently ran the fingers that were left across my face. Her way of seeing me after she had gone blind. Then I gently kissed her in her forehead. There were no lips left to kiss. No teeth. No jaw. I hoped with all my heart that this last kiss would get through to her. Suddenly, she began to very slowly turn her head to face me. Took her a minute to turn just a little bit. Once she did, and with the very last of her strength, she lifted her trembling arms in my direction. She then began gesticulating towards me, trying to reach me the way I had reached her. Then she stopped, her arms slowly lowering back to her sides. Then the trembling stopped. Her chest stopped rising. She was gone.
I would have given anything for this pandemic to have been like the movies. Where the zombies lose their consciousness and intelligence first, becoming mindless animals. Animals that can be put down. Animals that can starve to death. Animals that will continue to rot from the inside out, top to bottom, starting with the head. Were we so lucky. Instead we were stuck with the opposite. A prison of pain, fear, despair and horror that doesn't let you go free until the very end. I couldn't think of a fate more cruel.
I briefly spoke with the escort, informed the nurse on call and then walked back to the infection control checkpoint at the hospital entrance, where I quickly went through the required procedures before departing. I decided to go back to the bus early. I needed to be alone. And as I expected, there was no one around except for the sentry guarding it, who nodded in my direction as I stepped in. He probably thought I was going to sleep. The bus wouldn't leave for a couple of hours, but it was very late in the evening by now. Reasonable guess. As I entered the bus, I thought of the conversation I just had with the escort. He thought my wife was trying to attack me at the end, and had his sidearm at the ready.
"No, she wasn't trying to hurt me."
"Then what was that?"
I briefly debated whether I wanted to discuss that with him. But I felt I had to tell someone. Maybe would help lighten the burden. And knowing this young man, I knew he didn't mean to be insensitive. He probably thought I needed someone to talk to.
"It was sign language."
"Oh. In that case, and if it isn't too personal a thing to ask, what did she say? For her last words, I mean."
He suddenly became very self aware of how prying he was being. I patted his shoulder to ease his anxiety.
"She said 'I love you very much. Goodbye.' "
I went to the back of the bus and sat down in a corner. Then I wept.
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2021.12.01 03:59 Lagmaster4life i’m going to invent a new type of human!!
2021.12.01 03:59 WaluigiWahshipper Well, can he?
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2021.12.01 03:59 _DONNYYY_ Anyone wanna play number game or smth to make me less bored
2021.12.01 03:59 cookingcoolcucumbers I'm cancelling Christmas!
My principal walked into the staff room today "furious". She said she was cancelling Christmas next year because we should still be teaching curriculum. It's the second last week of school for the year (I'm in Australia). Assessments are done. Reports are done. We work at a special school. Please just let us do what we need to do to survive.
(Flagged as humour because I don't know what else to do but laugh)
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2021.12.01 03:59 acloudrift Why is Marxism So Popular?
Oops, Not so Fast: Communism has proven itself incompetent to deal with economics of a society, so why does it come back again and again?
Alter Native according to me
Marxism appeals to the naive and economically incompetent masses because it promises .gov handouts, aka 'entitlements'."Growth Rates"
The collectivist doctrine appeals to its promoters (aka psychopaths) because it is authoritarian. It has to be, because it requires brute force (or threats thereof) to operate an unnatural scheme to take from the competent and 'redistribute' fruits of those labors to the 'justly deserving' due to socialist morality. That morality assumes not that "all men are created equal" (before God, as proposed in US Declaration of Independence), but that 'all persons of color deserve equity' which means white people must deliver good stuff to those PoCs, that's 'social justice', and 'white privilege' according to Marx.
"Soviet leaders could point to the country’s sizzling postwar economic growth rates, which outpaced U.S. growth so substantially that even leading American economic textbooks assumed that the USSR would soon overtake the United States.back pages
2021.12.01 03:59 pizza_hippo so we post UncleTroy memes here?
2021.12.01 03:59 THWSigfreid Wasting and religion
Could it be linked to the levellers i.e. the religious nuts who believe to each person is given a max level and when they reach it they die? I also think it was mentioned this was more popular in baleros?
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2021.12.01 03:59 cypherdust 28M here. Got sexually assaulted by a transgender prostitute. We get paid for cleaning fees but not for bodily contact?
Picked up pax from a house party at 3am. Said greetings. Became obvious pax didn't speak English and only spoke Spanish like the rest of the people at the house party. 15 minutes later get to destination. After I say "thank you, bye", pax, without saying a word up to this point besides "hello" at the beginning of the trip, reaches over my driver seat, immediately triggering my fight or flight response. Pax grazes/caresses my ear with her long claw nails. I immediately get out and go full apeshit.
I'm at a crossroads right now on deciding whether to get strapped. Who TF cares if UbeLyft ban it. We're talking about the moment of truth here. Getting to see our family again or not seeing them ever. Shit was creepy af. Flirting is one thing, but what this pax did got me paranoid about every single pax now.
Getting touched is also not cool. Men can be sexually assaulted too. Pax got suspended but that's all I got out of this. No payment. Pax wasn't charged a fee for getting to touchy body. You cant throw up in my car or that's $150, but you can touch me and will only get your account suspended. You can always just make another acct.
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2021.12.01 03:59 jarvisthecardbot [COTD] Defensive Training (2021/12/01)
2021.12.01 03:59 Xmbik Super smooth BMX wall ride
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2021.12.01 03:59 Kreestaps Obsessive habits
I’ve noticed that lately I have been picking at my skin more than ever. I’ve always been a finger skin and lip picker, but the last couple weeks has been the worst I’ve ever experienced. I cannot get myself to stop. When I catch myself doing it, I tell myself “I really need to stop this” and I stop for one minute then I’m doing it again. Now my fingers are always bleeding and they always hurt. What can I do?? Any suggestions??
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2021.12.01 03:59 Zhuli1914 Just when I was about to cancel my Rothschilds subscription, Tim drops full nips
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