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i'm cursed i can't win on Xin zhao ...

2022.01.27 02:42 Seb16120 i'm cursed i can't win on Xin zhao ...

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2022.01.27 02:42 LuckyAllyHue Good night my friends

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2022.01.27 02:42 NGTnick X kills unsuspecting cop in bush

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2022.01.27 02:42 explorerofbells Vegan theory server

Hey comrades,
I'm a part of a discord server called Vegan Theory Club that's run by mix of leftist tendencies. It's a theory club that's explicitly leftist and vegan, but we talk about more than just the book of the month.
We just started reading Eternal Treblinka - Our Treatment of Animals and the Holocaust by Charles Patterson, which we voted for. (Our last book was Kapital.) Right now is the perfect time to join!
We'd love to have you!
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2022.01.27 02:42 tuesday-canada Casey talks about the Go Fund Me.

Humble guy. Thankful to Ethan and Foot Soldiers.

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2022.01.27 02:42 ComicsInTheGarage Post #29 of Inventorying Vinny's lost storage garage full of old comics. Several Redditors (and a mod) have requested weird and unusual comics. I have been setting odd comics aside as I find them. Here is part THREE of "the box of weird comics"--Comics from TV, movies and books.

Post #29 of Inventorying Vinny's lost storage garage full of old comics. Several Redditors (and a mod) have requested weird and unusual comics. I have been setting odd comics aside as I find them. Here is part THREE of submitted by ComicsInTheGarage to comicbookcollecting [link] [comments]

2022.01.27 02:42 glowdawg Social media and technology

Social media and technology now is just like tobacco when it first became global and unknowingly addictive. Its only a matter of time before we realize the damage done to our brain, nervous system and society by the big companies through the manipulation of social media to make us more addicted. Deleting this sh*t
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2022.01.27 02:42 No_Sheepherder4237 Is this game for children?

Everybody I play with seems to have the IQ of a gerbil, not really interested in climbing ranks because I was positioned at bronze 5. I go 10+ kills sometimes 20+ every fucking game. League of Legends ranked is for sure the worst experience in a game. You have to win so many games just to win 5 league games for 1 position diff, but that obviously doesn't happen with AFK, Feeding, literally inbred past failed abortions on ur team every single time. In no game should a dumb bitch who spins in a circle be able to successful call themselves a skilled player vs somebody who has multi functioning abilities, and passive setups. Lets add somebody to move at the speed of a rock, has 1 attacking ability and 3 support abilities, but at the same time has somebody who walks through walls, and every ability they have is an attacking one. Same champions every fucking game, even though there are so so so many fun ones that NEVER get played. League of Legends, more like League of Losers.
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2022.01.27 02:42 slightly_jay [WTS] Trijicon Accupoint 1-4x24 Green Chevron $700 (FL)

Glass is nice and clear, tritium is bright. Has low profile weaver mounts included. Slight wear on finish, can be seen in photos. Will ship. https://imgur.com/a/WzUAHKp
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2022.01.27 02:42 NoLongerPondering Could anything convince you to be Muslim again?

With everything from scientific errors to obvious verses added by Muhammad for his own personal gain, it seems pretty hard to be objectively convinced that Islam is the true religion.
But there are several Hadith where Muhammad seems to miraculously predict things like Ammar's martyrdom, Uthman's martyrdom, Zubayr's fight against Ali, the Khawarij, Fatima's death, the barking of the dogs of Hawab at Aisha, and several other things that happened shortly after his death. They're not vague either, they all seem pretty spot on.
Now obviously, there is a bit of skepticism needed as the major Hadith collections were collected more than a century after Muhammad's death, but let's say that it was an established fact that Muhammad did in fact say all these things, would that convince you to rejoin Islam?
For another example, there is a Hadith in which Muhammad prophecies that the Euphrates river will dry up and there will be a mountain of gold and 100 people would fight for it. Now the Euphrates drying isn't all too shocking (I think the Bible also predicts this.) but the mountain of gold and the battle royale would be pretty damn impressive. Would that be enough to convince you to rejoin Islam? Even with all the errors in it?
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2022.01.27 02:42 Satsuka1 Why is my dictator this cute.

Why is my dictator this cute.
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2022.01.27 02:42 Grash0per PSA: If you trigger your second/third buddies with a hand full of 10 blood gems, you will get them after spending the blood gems during your turn.

After you spend a blood gem it spits one out during your turn. I tested this earlier with Finley who had the blood gems hp. I assumed this wasn’t the case because you always completely lose galewings discovery and tickatus’s discovery in the same situation, which is absolutely fucking ridiculous. I hope they changed that as well or will, if anyone gets the opportunity to test or sees it mentioned in patch notes lmk.
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2022.01.27 02:42 Zazzel95 Chapter 39 of my fanfiction

Chapter 39 of my fanfiction https://archiveofourown.org/works/30811685/chapters/91527364

Been busy, was supposed to finish this chapter in December, because of the "winter" aspect, and did not get around to it for the life of me. But here we are, I guess lol. Please enjoy if you have been reading ^^

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2022.01.27 02:42 FirefighterLonely452 Ah finally

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2022.01.27 02:42 barb_the_babsy Starting on 3/26

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2022.01.27 02:42 Lonely-Window590 Mario Party 2 HorrorLand Multiplayer (No Commentary)

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2022.01.27 02:42 unidentifieduzer10 Rework Idea for Rico's Multiball Launcher. Let me know what you think

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2022.01.27 02:42 cineglams Nandita swetha in saree stylish photoshoot

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2022.01.27 02:42 Kamijiroutodomomo Everytime they paired, I just want to cry 😭 Blessed ship.

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2022.01.27 02:42 grimrequiem From the 1250 to 915 mmr. Lost a lot. Did nerfs really hurt my chances in maintaining 1000+mmr or am I just playing bad? I was able to hover from 1100-1300 before the nerfs.

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2022.01.27 02:42 Rahul_2503 Router Protocol Mainnet is coming in less than 10 hours.

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2022.01.27 02:42 random_numb 92627325.7066

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2022.01.27 02:42 suckmymoosecock What’s the best thing to happen to you so far this year?

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2022.01.27 02:42 Saint_Circa There's Something Horrible in Rose Lake . . .

As I cast my line out onto the still blue waters of "Rose Lake" I couldn't help but smile. There's something about a well-placed cast that never ceases to feel good. The Zing of the line. The subtle arch you could gauge with the bait on the end of your hook. The tiny splash, and little ripples that followed. It was a mundane accomplishment sure, but an accomplishment is an accomplishment all the same. As I tightened the slack on my line, I observed the area around me. Astonished as always by the view I had here. The sun was setting and casting gorgeous glows across the lake. All around me were the rolling hills of southeast Ohio, deep green and endless.
"Like something out of a postcard."

I laughed absentmindedly and pondered for a moment if postcards were even a thing anymore. Or if picture messages and "snaps" had rendered them obsolete. As true as the nature of fishing can be. I began to follow my thoughts down whatever rabbit hole they decided to wander to. The extinction of postcards led me to thinking about how things have changed since I was young and learning how to fish. Which lead me to wonder about how the world looked when my grandfather was young and learning how to fish, and his grandfather before him. Did the settlers look at this place with the same admiration? Did the Iroquois deem this a sacred place?

It was in the midst of these directionless mulling's that I heard it. A faint whistling sound from somewhere across the lake. If there was anything else was going on I'd have missed it, but with the sun setting, and the wildlife around me bedding down for the night there was nothing to drown out the sound of it. At first, I thought that maybe it was just some kind of nightbird, but as I listened more intently across the pond, I couldn't make out what kind of bird could have a call like that. I had spent my whole life out in the woods around here and had never heard any sound like this. There was an emptiness to it that I couldn't describe. It was as if someone was standing across the lake and simply . . . whistling. Not any particular tune, no particular rhythm of any kind. Just someone making a whistling noise for the sake of making whistle noises.

"Probably just some tone-deaf fishermen." I tried to reassure myself. Admittedly the presence of this invisible stranger was putting me on a nervous edge. I'd been here for several hours now and had seen no evidence of any other person fishing here. If you wanted to fish on the other side of the lake you had to walk a good two miles around it to get there. The side I had set up on was the only access a vehicle would have to this place.

I looked around me to verify that there were no other cars parked here that perhaps I'd missed and saw only my truck silhouetted on the dirt road.

As I looked behind me with my back facing the lake, I noticed the empty whistle becoming louder, and more discordant. What was faint and far away only a few moments ago had become indistinguishably closer to where I was standing. The sun by this point had fallen behind the mountains, and darkness shrouded over the lake concealing any and everything on the other side. Including the source of the whistling sound that had unmistakably gotten closer.

Uncomfortable nervousness was steadily replaced with a rising fear. The sound was getting closer, and everything around me was deathly silent. No crickets or night birds, no bullfrogs croaking in high reeds or raccoons fishing for crawdads on the banks. Just deathly silence and this whistling that drew closer and closer. At this point something primal began to wake up in me. Something that a man gets when he knows his life is in danger. Auto-pilot survival kicked in, and I dropped my expensive fishing gear like some sort of sacrifice and bolted towards my truck.

It seemed to take ages to get the passenger side door of the cab, with every step I was sure whatever was coming towards me was going to grab me. I dared not look over my shoulder. The whistling sound had become loud to a point of almost chaos. Among the empty whistles were the loud plops and splashes of something moving through the water. It sounded like something was wading through the lake, but there's no way it was possible. Rose lake is easily 100 feet in the center, and the thick mud and weeds in the shallower parts of the lake made wading through a slow task at best, but whatever this was moving fast. Way faster than anything that big should be able too.

After several more panic inducing moments I threw the door open to the cab, hurled myself in, and slammed the door behind me as quick as I could. Through my heavy breathing I could still hear the whistles. They were coming from right where I had been fishing just moments prior. As I went to start my truck and hurry away my heart sank in horror and disbelief.

"Fuck" I half whispered half screamed as I ripped my hat off in panicked frustration. My keys were in my bag. The bag I had left beside my fishing pole and the bank of the bank.

"Stupid! Stupid!" I whispered harshly at myself as I looked around for a miracle I knew I wasn't going to find. I was a simple hillbilly from rural Ohio. I wasn't going to hotwire anything, and I absolutely wasn't going to leave and try and get my keys.

As I tried desperately to evaluate my situation. The whistling stopped. I couldn't hear anything, as my eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, I could hear the sound of heavy footsteps sprinting towards my truck. A mad and uncontrolled sprint. I know it sounds weird to describe, but I could almost feel the insanity in the footfalls. Whatever was barreling towards me was possessed with some kind of mindless rage.

Once again primal human instinct kicked into overdrive, and when one can't fight or flee. They hide, and that's exactly what I did. I titled my seat back as far as it would go and slid down into the truck cabs floor as low as I could fit. No sooner had I done so when a series of loud bangs erupted violently against the truck. I could feel the whole vehicle rocking with the impacts. Heavy fists bashed furiously against the sides.

Terrified beyond any rationale whatsoever. I threw my arms over my head and cried loudly while desperately praying to whatever God could possibly bail me out of the predicament, I was in. As though I was delivered the banging finally stopped. The hyperventilation of my fear stricken breathes was the only sound that could be heard now.

After what felt like hours but was probably only minutes of absolute stillness, I finally found the courage to peek my head up. It took everything I had in me to stifle the scream that tried to escape at the sight before me.

Just on the other side of the passenger's side window was a face pressed tightly against the window. So tightly that it seemed painful to achieve. At least to a normal person, but the thing pressed against my passenger's side was anything but normal. Large disk like eyes peered into the darkness of the cabs like moons. no pupils. Just two bright disks staring emptily into the void.

Its jaw was unnaturally wide in a tooth filled grin, two small holes where a nose should be, and a mess of oily black hair hung off its head in a waterlogged fashion. As the image processed, I could make out that it wasn't hair at all. This horrible thing was covered in drapes of lake weeds. through the slightly cracked driver's side window I could smell the sickly pungent scent of rot and decay mixed grotesquely with what I could only describe as a "Bottom of a lake" smell.

Unable to move. Paralyzed with fear. I could only gaze into the empty eyes and smile less grin as it remained pressed firmly against the window. As badly as I wanted to scream, to run, to weep, I could not make myself do anything. My mind raced with empty thoughts of pure fear and panic. Nothing real computed or processed. As I dwindled to the point of what I was sure was a total breakdown state of insanity. The creature closed its mouth abruptly, and the whistling was back. It sounded low, and far away. Like it did when it was across the lake. The horrible face peeled itself off the window and was once again lost to the darkness around me.

I could hear footsteps against the dirt, slow and rhythmic. Making their way from me and back towards the lake. As this monsters' footsteps grew further. The whistling grew louder. Still terrified to move I listened as the whistles grew to an impossibly loud volume. It was like I could hear it in my head, almost feel it in my core. It sent pains through my ears that seemed to hurt my bones. It quickly became maddening and unbearable.

Then just like that. As suddenly as the whistling had first started. There was once again complete silence. After a few moments of listening and shaking in my poor attempt at a hiding place. The natural sounds of night life in the woods returned to the world around me, and the evil horrible presence of whatever predator I had narrowly escaped diminished

It was a sleepless night and a slow morning before I finally got the courage to climb out of the truck to grab my keys. I did it in a full sprint. Tripping and sliding over everything in my stiff boned and exhausted state. I grabbed my bag and my bag only and sprinted back to the truck barely noticing the large dents and scrape marks along the side that had not been there the day prior. Jumping back into my seat, I high tailed it out of there. As far away from the lake as the wheels could take me.

It wasn't until I was an hour or so away from Rose Lake. Driving way to fast with no destination to speak of that last night's events began to roll through my head in a more logical state. It was in the midst of these vain attempts to explain what happened that a horrible revelation came to me.

"The whistling got louder as it walked away." I thought to myself, slowly, almost effortfully. As if my soul was in a tug-of-war with my mind. "But when I first heard it. When I thought it was across the lake . . . It had to have been really. . . really. . . close."

Rose Lake truly was like something out of a postcard, but now I only feel dread and nervousness when I think about it. I don't know if my father or my grandfather or his grandfather or the Iroquois would have deemed Rose Lake as scared . . . but for the rest of my days . . .I know it's cursed, and I will never go back there again.
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2022.01.27 02:42 cartoonist67 I’m finally done

I have put in my two weeks notice and am starting my last week. Though CVS doesn’t deserve anymore of my time I’m not gonna be a dick to my own staff. I’m out this bitch and I couldn’t be happier.
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