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NEW GLOVE IDEA

2023.04.02 12:05 No-Opposite3221 NEW GLOVE IDEA

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2023.04.02 11:56 Benmichawl Which is the bigger factor in gas production: the quantity of bacteria in the gut or the quantity of undigested carbs ?

I’ve read that as little as 30 grams of undigested carbs can create up to 10 liters of gas in the small intestine but don’t remember it being specified. I have crazy high hydrogen levels (5 ppm at 40 min => 42 ppm at 60 min => 122 ppm at 80 min => 175 ppm at 100 min =====> 224 at 180 min) so would 30 grams of undigested carbs create even greater numbers of gas for me ?

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2023.04.02 11:50 Ante_1997 [STORE] KNIVES, GLOVES, PLAYSKINS, 5.000€+ INVENTORY! Butterfly, Bayonet , Huntsman, Flip, Shadow Daggers, Gut, Navaja, Paracord, Hand wraps, Moto gloves, AWP, AK-47, M4A1, M4A4, USP, Glock

My tradelink: https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=102474654&token=BH1q6eSo
My steam profile: https://steamcommunity.com/id/darknezz_/
Everything up for a trade, some skins might not be tradable yet
Buyouts are in cash (EURO), send trade offers
★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat WW - B/O 642
★ Bayonet Bright Water FT - B/O 267
★ Huntsman Knife Autotronic FT - B/O 155
★ Shadow Daggers Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) FN - B/O 138
★ Flip Knife Urban Masked FT - B/O 135
★ Gut Knife Autotronic BS - B/O 116
★ Paracord Knife Stained WW - B/O 114
★ Shadow Daggers Lore FT- B/O 114
★ Gut Knife Slaughter FT- B/O 100
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel MW- B/O 75
★ Navaja Knife Rust Coat BS - B/O 73
★ Navaja Knife Forest DDPAT FT- B/O 63
★ Bloodhound Gloves Charred FT- B/O 86
★ Hand Wraps Constrictor WW- B/O 56
★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS - B/O 52
AWP Graphite FN- B/O 159
AWP Asiimov FT- B/O 110
AWP Neo-Noir FT- B/O 23
AWP Neo-Noir FT- B/O 17
AWP Pink DDPAT FT- B/O 14
AWP Chromatic Aberration BS - B/O 12
AWP Atheris FN - B/O 11
AK-47 Case Hardened FT- B/O 162
StatTrak™ AK-47 Neon Rider MW- B/O 115
AK-47 Bloodsport FN - B/O 85
AK-47 Bloodsport MW- B/O 71
AK-47 Bloodsport FT- B/O 63
AK-47 Vulcan BS- B/O 62
StatTrak™ AK-47 The Empress WW- B/O 41
AK-47 The Empress MW- B/O 36
AK-47 Asiimov FT- B/O 26
AK-47 Red Laminate FT- B/O 23
AK-47 Leet Museo MW- B/O 22
AK-47 Neon Revolution MW- B/O 22
AK-47 Jaguar WW- B/O 22
M4A1-S Player Two MW- B/O 40
M4A1-S Nightmare FN- B/O 28
M4A1-S Cyrex FN- B/O 21
M4A1-S Player Two FT- B/O 18
M4A1-S Chantico's Fire FT- B/O 17
M4A1-S Hyper Beast FT- B/O 17
M4A1-S Cyrex MW- B/O 17
M4A1-S Guardian FT- B/O17
M4A4 In Living Color FN- B/O 38
M4A4 Buzz Kill FN- B/O 33
StatTrak™ M4A4 Buzz Kill WW- B/O 20
M4A4 Zirka FT- B/O 19
M4A4 In Living Color MW- B/O 13
Desert Eagle Printstream FT- B/O 45
Desert Eagle Golden Koi FN- B/O 32
Desert Eagle Code Red WW- B/O 15
USP-S Printstream MW- B/O 91
USP-S Kill Confirmed FT- B/O 40
USP-S Royal Blue FN - B/O 29
USP-S Kill Confirmed BS - B/O 28
USP-S Monster Mashup FN- B/O 27
USP-S Neo-Noir FT- B/O 13
USP-S Whiteout MW- B/O 12
Glock-18 Neo-Noir FN- B/O 11
Glock-18 Gamma Doppler (Phase 3) FN- B/O 45
MP9 Bulldozer FT- B/O 17
Galil AR Eco MW- B/O 21
StatTrak™ P250 Muertos FN- B/O 19
SSG 08 Dragonfire FN- B/O 18
SG 553 Ultraviolet MW- B/O 14
StatTrak™ Five-SeveN Fairy Tale FT- B/O 14
P250 Asiimov MW- B/O 13
FAMAS Commemoration MW - B/O 13
And more…
Some prices might be outdated
My tradelink: https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=102474654&token=BH1q6eSo

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2023.04.02 11:24 mi555trZ [Store] 300+ KNIVES AND GLOVES e.g. Slingshot, Snow Leopard, Tiger Strike, Cobalt Skulls, Turtle, Butterfly Autotronic MW & Slaughter MW ST , Skeleton Crimson Web FT, Karambit Lore MW & Autotronic MW & Vanilla, M9 Marble Fade ST & Lore FT & Crimson Web FT, Gut Sapphire, Falchion Emerald & many more

Taking csgo skins mainly (knives, gloves, aks, m4s, awps and so on). Anything as long as offer is good.
I don't update this list everyday, so I have many items which aren't listed here. Check if something interests you! Also, some of the items are on trade hold, for release date you can add me or check by yourself.
TRADE LINK: https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=35769104&token=J30wyEpy
Add me to talk here: https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561197996034832

Keys from these buy outs aren't TF2 keys. I don't take Hydra keys either.

Gloves/wraps:
Gloves Slingshot FT 0.36 float - B/O 200 keys
Gloves Snow Leopard FT 0.36 float - B/O 170 keys
Gloves Snow Leopard FT 0.37 float - B/O 170 keys
Gloves Tiger Strike FT 0.32 float - B/O 150 keys
Wraps Cobalt Skulls FT 0.28 float - B/O 120 keys
Wraps Cobalt Skulls FT 0.35 float - B/O 120 keys
Gloves Turtle MW 0.13 float - B/O 100 keys
Gloves Field Agent FT 0.36 float - B/O 90 keys
Gloves Omega BS 0.73 float - B/O 90 keys
Gloves Crimson Weave FT 0.36 float - B/O 80 keys
Gloves Diamondback MW 0.13 float - B/O 70 keys
Gloves Lt. Commander FT 0.20 float - B/O 70 keys
Gloves Black Tie FT 0.35 float - B/O 60 keys
Gloves Scarlet Shamagh W 0.38 float - B/O 60 keys
Gloves Charred MW 0.13 float - B/O 60 keys
Gloves Mogul FT 0.18 float - B/O 60 keys
Gloves Mogul FT 0.21 float - B/O 60 keys
Gloves Imperial Plaid BS 0.55 float - B/O 55 keys
Wraps Slaughter WW 0.38 float - B/O 50 keys
Gloves Turtle FT 0.37 float - B/O 45 keys
Gloves Blood Pressure FT 0.37 float - B/O 45 keys
Gloves Turtle WW 0.39 float - B/O 40 keys
Gloves Mogul BS 0.53 float - B/O 35 keys
Gloves Snakebite MW 0.12 float - B/O 35 keys
Wraps Arboreal MW 0.12 float - B/O 35 keys
Gloves Case Hardened MW 0.12 float - B/O 35 keys
Gloves Diamondback FT 0.37 float - B/O 35 keys
Gloves Bronze Morph BS 0.73 float - B/O 30 keys
Gloves Buckshot MW 0.12 float - B/O 30 keys
Gloves Overtake FT 0.22 float - B/O 25 keys
Gloves Jaguar Queen FT 0.16 float - B/O 30 keys
Gloves Jaguar Queen FT 0.26 float - B/O 25 keys
Gloves Smoke Out BS 0.54 float - B/O 20 keys
Gloves Rezan FT 0.16 float - B/O 25 keys
Gloves Overtake WW 0.38 float - B/O 20 keys
Gloves Jaguar Queen WW 0.38 float - B/O 20 keys
Gloves Needle Point FT 0.16 float - B/O 20 keys
Gloves Case Hardened FT 0.16 float - B/O 20 keys
Gloves Case Hardened FT 0.33 float - B/O 17 keys
Gloves 3rd Company FT 0.35 flat - B/O 17 keys
Gloves Rezan WW 0.38 float - B/O 17 keys
Gloves Snakebite FT 0.16 float - B/O 20 keys
Gloves Snakebite FT 0.24 foat - B/O 17 keys
Gloves Unhinged FT 0.33 float - B/O 15 keys
Gloves Jaguar Queen BS 0.54 float - B/O 15 keys
Wraps Desert Shamagh FT 0.33 float - B/O 15 keys
Gloves Bronzed BS 0.46 float - B/O 14 keys
Wraps Duct Tape FT 0.24 float - B/O 14 keys
Gloves Yellow-banded BS 0.63 float - B/O 14 keys
Gloves Transport BS 0.68 float - B/O 14 keys
Gloves Emerald FT 0.26 float - B/O 14 keys
Wraps Duct Tape BS 0.47 float - B/O 14 keys
Wraps Duct Tape WW 0.37 float - B/O 14 keys
Gloves Unhinged BS 0.48 float - B/O 13 keys
Gloves Emerald BS 0.55 float - B/O 12 keys
Gloves Rattler FT 0.27 float - B/O 11 keys
Gloves Mangrove FT 0.15 float - B/O 11 keys

Knives and high tier items:
Butterfly Autotronic MW 0.09 float - B/O 450 keys
Karambit Lore MW 0.09 float - B/O 450 keys
Falchion Emerald FN 0.03 float - B/O 400 keys
Karambit Autotronic MW 0.13 float - B/O 350 keys
M9 Marble Fade FN ST 0.01 float - B/O 350 keys
Butterfly Slaughter MW ST 0.11 float - B/O 350 keys
Talon Fade FN 96% 0.02 float - B/O 350 keys
Skeleton Crimson Web FT 0.30 float - B/O 300 keys
Karambit Tiger Tooth FN 0.02 float - B/O 300 keys
Karambit Vanilla - B/O 300 keys
M9 Lore FT 0.26 float - B/O 300 keys
M9 Lore FT 0.28 float - B/o 300 keys
Gut Sapphire FN 0.03 float - B/O 250 keys
Bayonet Marble Fade FN 0.01 float - B/O 200 keys
Karambit Bright Water FN 0.04 float - B/O 190 keys
Flip Fade FN 99% 0.003 float - B/O 250 keys
Flip Lore FN 0.05 float - B/O 170 keys
Flip Lore FN 0.06 float - B/O 170 keys
Karambit Bright Water MW 0.11 float - B/O 170 keys
Ursus Fade FN 95% 0.007 float - B/O 170 keys
M9 Crimson Web FT 0.33 float - B/O 170 keys
M9 Crimson Web FT 0.36 float - B/O 170 keys
Stiletto Doppler MW P4 0.07 float - B/O 160 keys
M9 Freehand FN 0.05 float - B/O 160 keys
Karambit Freehand FT 0.37 float - B/O 160 keys
Karambit Bright Water FT 0.22 float - B/O 150 keys
Karambit Bright Water FT 0.33 float - B/o 150 keys
Stiletto Marble Fade FN 0.02 float - B/O 150 keys
Bayonet Doppler FN P1 0.02 float - B/O 150 keys
M9 Freehand MW 0.11 float - B/O 150 keys
Butterfly Safari Mesh FT 0.19 float - B/O 150 keys
Butterfly Forest Ddpat FT 0.26 float - B/O 150 keys
Stiletto Slaughter FN 0.03 float - B/O 140 keys
Flip Doppler FN P2 ST 0.03 float - B/O 140 keys
Nomad Vanilla - B/O 140 keys
Daggers Black Pearl FN 0.03 float - B/O 140 keys
Talon Slaughter FT 0.16 float - B/O 140 keys
Stiletto Doppler FN P1 0.007 float - B/O 140 keys
Stiletto Doppler FN P1 0.01 float - B/O 140 keys
M9 Damascus Steel FT 0.18 float - B/O 140 keys
Nomad Vanilla ST - B/O 140 keys
Flip Doppler FN P4 0.04 float - B/O 130 keys
M9 Bright Water FT 0.21 float - B/O 130 keys
M9 Blue Steel WW ST 0.43 float - B/O 130 keys
Stiletto Tiger Tooth FN 0.006 float - B/O 130 keys
Ursus Crimson Web MW 0.12 float - B/O 130 keys
Flip Lore MW 0.13 float - B/O 130 keys
Stiletto Slaughter MW 0.11 float - B/O 130 keys
Stiletto Vanilla - B/O 130 keys
Paracord Crimson Web MW 0.14 float - B/O 130 keys
M9 Urban Masked MW 0.09 float - B/O 120 keys
Karambit Urban Masked FT 0.36 float - B/O 120 keys
M9 Ultraviolet FT 0.37 float - B/O 120 keys
Stiletto Slaughter FT 0.19 float - B/O 110 keys
M9 Freehand WW ST 0.41 float - B/O 110 keys
Flip Doppler FN P1 0.03 float - B/O 110 keys
Paracord Slaughter FN ST 0.03 float - B/O 110 keys
M9 Stained WW 0.40 float - B/O 110 keys
Flip Tiger Tooth FN 0.03 float - B/O 110 keys
Karambit Safari Mesh BS 0.75 float - B/O 110 keys
M9 Night BS 0.49 float - B/O 100 keys
M9 Stained BS 0.71 float - B/O 100 keys
Ursus Slaughter FN 0.06 float - B/O 100 keys
Flip Autotronic MW 0.14 float - B/O 100 keys
Bowie Gamma Doppler FN P4 0.004 float - B/O 100 keys
Flip Slaughter MW 0.11 float - B/O 100 keys
M9 Forest Ddpat FT 0.29 float - B/O 100 keys
M9 Boreal Forest FT 0.16 float - B/O 100 keys
Talon Damascus Steel FT 0.37 float - B/O 100 keys
Huntsman Fade FN 84% 0.03 float - B/O 100 keys
M9 Safari Mesh FT ST 0.26 float - B/O 90 keys
Bowie Marble Fade FN ST 0.009 float - B/O 90 keys
Stiletto Crimson Web FT 0.36 float - B/O 90 keys
M9 Scorched FT 0.15 float - B/O 90 keys
Flip Lore FT 0.29 float - B/O 90 keys
Ursus Tiger Tooth FN 0.008 float - B/O 90 keys
Gut Fade FN ST 84% 0.01 float - B/O 85 keys
Paracord Slaughter MW ST 0.08 float - B/O 85 keys
Bayonet Black Laminate FT 0.31 float - B/O 85 keys
Ursus Vanilla - B/O 85 keys
Classic Crimson Web MW ST 0.13 float - B/O 85 keys
Nomad Blue Steel MW ST 0.13 float - B/O 80 keys
Flip Crimson Web FT 0.37 float - B/O 80 keys
Huntsman Marble Fade FN 0.007 float - B/O 80 keys
Classic Slaughter FT 0.15 float - B/o 80 keys
Bowie Doppler FN P1 0.03 float - B/O 80 keys
Daggers Fade FN 94% 0.008 float - B/O 80 keys
Falchion Autotronic FN 0.01 float - B/O 80 keys
Flip Autotronic FT 0.23 float - B/O 80 keys
Huntsman Gamma Doppler FN P3 0.02 float - B/O 80 keys
Falchion Doppler FN P1 0.03 float - B/O 80 keys
Huntsman Doppler FN P3 0.007 float - B/O 75 keys
Bowie Marble Fade FN 0.05 float - B/O 75 keys
Falchion Marble Fade FN 0.05 float - B/O 75 keys
Gut Autotronic FN 0.05 float - B/O 75 keys
Stiletto Case Hardened WW 0.44 float - B/O 70 keys
Huntsman Tiger Tooth FN ST 0.008 float - B/O 70 keys
Survival Slaughter MW 0.08 float - B/O 70 keys
Talon Urban Masked FT 0.16 float - B/O 70 keys
Nomad Blue Steel BS 0.87 float - B/O 70 keys
Daggers Doppler FN P4 0.03 float - B/O 68 keys
Flip Freehand MW 0.11 float - B/O 65 keys
Navaja Fade FN 93% 0.01 float - B/O 65 keys
Talon Forest Ddpat FT 0.19 float - B/O 63 keys
Paracord Case Hardened MW 0.14 float - B/O 62 keys
Gut Gamma Doppler FN P2 0.03 float - B/O 62 keys
Falchion Slaughter FN 0.05 float - B/O 61 keys
Stiletto Night MW 0.13 float - B/O 61 keys
Flip Autotronic BS 0.78 float - B/O 60 keys
Bayonet Rust Coat BS 0.66 float - B/O 60 keys
Bayonet Ultraviolet BS 0.55 float - B/O 60 keys
Bayonet Ultraviolet WW 0.38 float - B/O 58 keys
Bayonet Ultraviolet FT 0.19 float - B/O 58 keys
Bayonet Night FT 0.25 float - B/O 57 keys
Paracord Crimson Web WW 0.38 float - B/O 57 keys
Falchion Tiger Tooth MW 0.07 float - B/O 55 keys
Flip Case Hardened WW 0.42 float - B/o 55 keys
Flip Freehand FT 0.20 float - B/O 55 keys
Bayonet Safari Mesh MW 0.13 float - B/O 55 keys
Navaja Doppler FN P2 0.02 float - B/O 55 keys
Stiletto Ultraviolet WW 0.38 float - B/O 54 keys
Flip Black Laminate BS 0.74 float - B/O 54 keys
Falchion Vanilla ST - B/O 54 keys
Stiletto Rust Coat BS ST 0.51 float - B/O 53 keys
Ursus Ultraviolet FT ST 0.35 float - B/o 53 keys
Stiletto Rust Coat BS 0.54 float - B/O 53 keys
Bayonet Boreal FT 0.32 float - B/O 52 keys
Falchion Slaughter MW 0.11 float - B/O 52 keys
Flip Ultraviolet FT 0.20 float - B/O 52 keys
Daggers Doppler FN P3 0.007 float - B/O 51 keys
Daggers Marble Fade FN 0.006 float - B/O 50 keys
Navaja Doppler FN P1 0.03 float - B/O 50 keys
Flip Night FT 0.26 float - B/O 48 keys
Daggers Vanilla - B/O 48 keys
Ursus Blue Steel MW 0.11 float - B/o 48 keys
Bowie Black Laminate FN 0.04 float - B/O 47 keys
Ursus Ultraviolet FT 0.33 float - B/O 47 keys
Bowie Vanilla - B/O 47 keys
Falchion Lore WW ST 0.39 float - B/O 46 keys
Paracord Case Hardened WW 0.43 float - B/O 45 keys
Huntsman Black Laminate FT 0.28 float - B/O 43 keys
Flip Night BS 0.68 float - B/O 43 keys
Gut Autotronic FT 0.34 float - B/O 42 keys
Navaja Slaughter FN 0.05 float - B/O 41 keys
Gut Doppler FN P3 0.01 float - B/O 40 keys
Gut Tiger Tooth FN 0.06 float - B/O 38 keys
Paracord Blue Steel FT 0.28 float - B/O 38 keys
Paracord Case Hardened BS 0.81 float - B/O 38 keys
Flip Urban Masked FT 0.32 float - B/O 38 keys
Huntsman Ultraviolet MW 0.12 float - B/O 38 keys
Flip Scorched FT 0.35 float - B/O 38 keys
Gut Autotronic BS 0.83 float - B/O 37 keys
Flip Forest Ddpat FT 0.35 float - B/O 37 keys
Nomad Scorched FT 0.35 float - B/O 37 keys
Bowie Ultraviolet MW 0.14 float - B/O 37 keys
Flip Safari Mesh FT 0.35 float - B/O 37 keys
Gut Slaughter MW 0.13 float - B/O 36 keys
Bowie Night MW 0.10 float - B/O 36 keys
Huntsman Blue Steel MW 0.11 float - B/O 36 keys
Daggers Case Hardened MW 0.10 float - B/O 35 keys
Navaja Tiger Tooth FN 0.01 float - B/O 35 keys
Ursus Boreal Forest MW 0.08 float - B/O 35 keys
Ursus Blue Steel FT 0.35 float - B/O 34 keys
Survival Blue Steel WW 0.39 float - B/O 34 keys
Ursus Urban Masked FT 0.34 float - B/O 33 keys
Navaja Vanilla - B/O 33 keys
Classic Scorched MW 0.14 float - B/O 33 keys
Ursus Scorched MW 0.13 float - B/O 33 keys
Huntsman Damascus Steel FT 0.25 float - B/O 32 keys
Ursus Safari Mesh MW 0.12 float - B/O 32 keys
Gut Lore BS 0.59 float - B/O 32 keys
Bowie Black Laminate FT 0.20 float - B/O 32 keys
Daggers Autotronic MW 0.14 float - B/o 31 keys
Paracord Night FT 0.26 float - B/O 31 keys
Huntsman Freehand FT 0.26 float - B/O 31 keys
Daggers Case Hardened WW 0.40 float - B/O 31 keys
Survival Scorched BS ST 0.70 float - B/O 30 keys
Gut Bright Water FN 0.06 float - B/o 30 keys
Gut Damascus Steel MW 0.13 float - B/o 30 keys
Navaja Boreal MW ST 0.13 float - B/O 30 keys
Ursus Safari Mesh FT 0.35 float - B/o 29 keys
Huntsman Bright Water FT 0.20 float - B/O 28 keys
Gut Black Laminate MW 0.08 float - B/O 28 keys
Gut Ultraviolet MW 0.11 float - B/O 28 keys
Ursus Scorched FT 0.33 float - B/O 28 keys
Paracord Urban Masked WW ST 0.42 float - B/O 28 keys
Survival Urban Masked FT 0.36 float - B/O 28 keys
Falchion Stained MW 0.12 float - B/O 27 keys
Daggers Autotronic FT 0.26 float - B/O 27 keys
Bowie Forest Ddpat MW 0.13 float - B/O 27 keys
Huntsman Ultraviolet FT 0.35 float - B/O 27 keys
Gut Black Laminate FT 0.37 float - B/O 27 keys
Daggers Stained MW 0.08 float - B/O 27 keys
Navaja Damascus Steel FN 0.04 float - B/O 27 keys
Gut Crimson Web FT 0.19 float - B/O 27 keys
Huntsman Bright Water BS 0.46 float - B/o 26 keys
Daggers Black Laminate MW 0.12 float - B/O 26 keys
Daggers Damascus steel FT 0.20 float - B/O 25 keys
Huntsman Rust Coat BS 0.46 float - B/O 25 keys
Navaja Ultraviolet MW 0.12 float - B/O 25 keys
Daggers Freehand FT 0.30 float - B/O 25 keys
Navaja Crimson Web FT 0.28 float - B/O 25 keys
Bowie Rust Coat WW 0.43 float - B/O 25 keys
Paracord Safari Mesh FT 0.35 float - B/O 25 keys
Survival Scorched BS 0.68 float - B/O 25 keys
Falchion Scorched FT 0.22 float - B/o 24 keys
Navaja Blue Steel FT 0.36 float - B/O 24 keys
Bowie Rust Coat BS 0.59 float - B/O 24 keys
Navaja Blue Steel MW 0.12 float - B/O 23 keys
Daggers Ultraviolet BS 0.52 float - B/O 22 keys
Navaja Night MW 0.13 float - B/o 22 keys
Daggers Stained BS 0.73 float - B/O 22 keys
Daggers Bright Water FT 0.27 float - B/o 22 keys
Gut Freehand WW 0.42 float - B/o 22 keys
Navaja Damascus Steel FT 0.15 float - B/O 22 keys
Falchion Boreal BS ST 0.45 float - B/O 21 keys
Navaja Ultraviolet FT 0.16 float - B/o 21 keys
Navaja Damascus Steel WW 0.40 float - B/O 21 keys
Daggers Forest Ddpat FT 0.34 float - B/O 21 keys
Navaja Rust Coat BS 0.47 float - B/O 20 keys
Daggers Rust Coat BS 0.64 float - B/o 20 keys
Navaja Safari Mesh FT 0.30 float - B/O 18 keys
Navaja Urban Masked FT 0.28 float - B/O 18 keys
Navaja Boreal BS 0.67 float - B/O 18 keys
Navaja Safari Mesh BS 0.65 float - B/O 17 keys
Navaja Urban Masked BS 0.75 float - B/O 17 keys

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2023.04.02 11:07 Softclocks Alt for små toaletter på VY sine tog.

Dette er noe som har irritert meg i mange år, og som nettopp nådde et høydepunkt etter nesten 40 minutter på et av disse tragiske fasilitetene.
DET ER JO IKKE PLASS TIL ET VOKSENT MENNESKE PÅ DASSEN!
Jeg er en forholdsvis liten mann på 177/70 kg og får knapt posisjonert kaviarstjerna over luka. Og hvor skal man gjøre av snoppen? Skal man kline den inntil den jævla metalldassens vegger, som er satt skrått innover i 40 grader? Og lage en fontene av piss? Eller skal den bare henge langs skåla og fritt oversvømme dassen med flytende gull? Uansett hva så man jo garantert å grabbe rundt på gulvet med papir etterpå.
Og er man så heldig å faktisk komme i gang, nåde deg om du ikke har stålkontroll på svinktern... For her er det plass til ca. 100 gram avføring før den tragiske lille saken er full. Da er det bare å kjøre to runder med spyling og håpe at den klarer å få noe som helst ned i det mikroskopiske hullet. Trykk ut -> Klem igjen -> spyl vent ad fuckings infinitum -> SPYLL -> PÅ'N igjen!
Og har man overlevd den fuckings ildprøven her, lykke til med å få vaska henda på under 10 min. Kombinasjonen iskald liten stråle og illeluktende såpe nærmest garanterer at man avslutter hælvete med blodige hender, ihjelslitt tålmodighet og sønderknust selvtillit.
NOE MÅ GJØRES! SÅNN HER KAN DET IKKE FORTSETTE! JEG ER ET MENNESKE OG FORTJENER IKKE DET HER!

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2023.04.02 09:14 cesly1987 Despair's Peak (complete story chapters 1-4 linked)

The Restless God lies trapped, but not idle in its sealed off realm. It writhes and yearns for the day it may again take pleasure in the pain of mortals. To once again play in the blood and baske in the terror only finite creatures can produce.
Many worlds it's fed upon, but never satiated. But the world that fought back against its attacks long ago are the ones it wants all the more. It has become an obsession.
So it waits, and it feels, searching for weaknesses between the borders of our world and itself. Hungry and anxious it salivates at the thought of breaching into our world again. It will be its greatest decadence and pleasure, and our darkest days. Despite this, we must pray to Her Divine! We must beg for mercy and the return of Her light.
-Grand Mage Tellomon the IV on the prophecy of the Dark God's return (Second Age)
Pitch blackness. Pure darkness. A thick void of nothing completely swallowing me up, like a fish in the depths of an ocean.
I was crouched low in a ready position, using my right hand to balance by holding onto the wagon's wheel beside me. My legs burned from forcing myself to remain completely still. But pain had become a constant in my life now.
But I was grateful for the adrenaline burst that would always dampen the ever present burden of hunger and fatigue. At least it helped for a little. But the pain found its way back to me faster and faster each time.
It was hot and humid, almost like the swamps of the eastern bog a good 3 weeks journey from here. The cold wind stopped when the darkness befell our remote town. The breeze no longer ran its cold tendrils across the barren streets.
I grabbed the thin string tied around my neck and pulled out a heavy monocle hanging from it. I held the cold metal up to my eye, to look through the green tinted glass.
The magically infused monocle always remained cool to the touch, with a static shock feeling emanating from it.
I held it to my eye to see the world around me clearly, yet tented in bright shades of green. My eyes roamed across the quiet, motionless street.
Debris and bloated corpses littered the street. With no wind and the unnaturally heavy darkness, this somehow had a dampening effect on the stench coming from decaying bodies. They could only be smelled once you were almost on top of one of them or a meter away. But my dead kinsmen helped even in death, making good landmarks to navigate through the darkness.
There were monsters that accompanied the dark fog. Twisted figures that were the void itself. Maybe they were the cruel thoughts of the Restless God made manifest.
Humans long ago, in the First Age had named them rippers. We all hoped they were just a myth, not actual walking nightmares
The rippers swarmed the town in the blinding dark. They seemed to only kill for killing's sake. They never ate the people they killed, almost like it was just for fun instead of survival.
It made sense in some twisted way. The Restless God must have returned to our realm, and brought these hateful things with it.
Prophets had long told of The Restless One's return by it sending nightmares through the veil of reality, to infest in the minds of our leaders. Centuries of slowly chipping away at the barrier separating us, chipping away at our sanity.
The Restless One birthed itself into our reality like an already dead stillborn abomination. Like a newborn giant, deformed with extra limbs and already rotting from death.
But it was alive! As alive as this strange creature could be. Now it was free, and this did not bring the thing elation, just more anger and restlessness.
How do I know all these things? The nightmare visions sent to all mortals across the realm since the Restless One's returned. Actually there were nightmares for most of the town leading up to the event. I guess it was our omens for being so close to the epicenter of its invasion.
One omen would have been terrible enough, but something this perverse stacked on the misfortune.
Dark signs of its arrival showed themselves all over the Kingdom of Maldune. The signs stretched further across to the neighboring kingdoms. The wretched god's birth pains were so terrible, I wager they were felt thousands of leagues away on The Wild Continent.
But the other Kingdoms didn't have the vast magical communication network like us Modunians, so reports of bad omens tampered off dramatically outside of our borders.
The misfortune of my town was like I said, we were the closest to the epicenter of the entities push into our reality, closest to the cradle of the spoiled god.
An entire mountain range protected us from the shock wave of magical energy, but all livestock siezed up and died. All birds fell from out of the air. All rodents died in their holes. And our very young died in their cribs.
It was a terrible event to have the town's children instantly killed, but now I see it as a mercy for the little ones. The innocent children got to go to Our Divine in their sleep peacefully, or at least quickly. They didn't have to die in the suffocating dark, or by the diseased claws of the rippers.
The town's guard fell quickly. A group of 16 men on loan from The Capitol, to keep peace and protect the trade routes. Our peacekeepers were more used to using words to settle disputes among merchants, or occasionally throw a drunk into a cell overnight.
They were ill equipped to handle the inky blackness that engulfed the town, rolling down from the mountain like a fluid landslide. The confusion of the townspeople quickly turned to pandemonium as the screams began.
That's when we realized we were not alone in the dark. Things moved quickly in the blackness. The Rippers began to slaughter everyone in the pitch blackness.
The first few days are a blur to me even now. But that's how I remember the beginning of the horror, the beginning of the end. I remember the dark engulfing the town, the adrenaline of fear. My last sight was of silent death spilling down from the mountains like a boiling pot overflowing with a viscous poison.
When the black fog first swept over me, my first few breaths of the miasma burned my eyes and lungs. The taste of metal on my tongue. The smell of sulfur and something sweet. Something sweet and rancid. Decay and corruption.
But now I had to shake the fog out of my head and return to the terrible present. I had to embrace the hopeless situation without falling to despair.
My magical sight gazing through the monocle finally spotted the rest of my group. Jillsophie, Tagert, and Fellip. Tag and Fel carrying the heavy burlap sacks of animal feed, while Jill led the three of them through the darkness with her own magical monocle.
We spotted each other from across the corpse littered roadway. The General Goods store had caught on fire early in the supernatural invasion. Somehow the strange darkness had put out the fire, snuffing it out like a heavy blanket thrown over a weak flame. That's why we were back, looting the store, trying to keep from starving to death before the rippers could kill us first.
Jill gave me a series of quick hand signals I had recently taught her. They had scavenged three bags of feed. Fil was carrying two big bags and Tagert one of them, but they were heavy and we were all weak. Jill wasn't carrying anything. She was too busy leading the two of them by pulling on the corded string she had tied around both their waists.
Before I waved the three of them to hurry over, I turned to Caville, my partner in crime on this side of the road beside me. He blinked wide eyed in the darkness, one gloved hand twisting the ends of his graying mustache while the other held a death grip on the pommel of his sheathed short sword.
I had to remember I could see him clearly through my monocle, but he only saw and felt the oppressive darkness. He was just waiting for a claw or fang to strike him from the darkness.
Because of this I lightly placed my hand on his shoulder. The light touch didn't stop Caville from almost jumping out of his boots. He quickly calmed when he realized it was me. The old warrior steadied himself once more.
I place my hand on the flat of his chest so he could feel my finger placement through his light shirt. I signed the question to him through a series of light thumps separating the words.
"Another bag. 40 LBS. Can carry?" I finished my signing by holding the hand placement designating a question mark firmly against his chest. I saw his eyes widen and he grimaced in doubt. His old frame shook a little as he prepared his answer.
Of course he answered back that he could carry the load, but I knew the real answer. It's amazing how much we communicate through non-verbal cues, and how much more when we think we are concealed in darkness.
He was barely standing on two feet. Starving and aching. He was pushing his late 50's, and his joints and muscles carried the pain of being a veteran soldier for over 30 years. He would collapse under the weight of his light armor and newly added bag of feed. No way he could keep quiet or climb back up into the attic we were all hiding at.
But Caville's years of being a proud soldier almost assured me that he would take on the task regardless of his disposition. So I signed back to Jil, "Drop 3rd bag. Later."
I lied and informed Caville that I was incorrect in my assessment. There wasn't an extra bag of feed, and we would be returning to the relative safety of the windmill.
Jil quietly led Fil, with Tagert close behind, across the road. Her own magic monocle making it possible to maneuver around the maze of debris and bodies. They all moved slow enough for Jil to communicate with sharp tugs on the string fastened around both of them. Stealth was key.
When I first saw it I didn't know how to react. I knew what the rippers looked like through my monocle, and I knew the placement of all the dead town-folk. But as I watched my three companions snake around the bloated body of Mr. Dredge, the blacksmith, I saw the faintest quiver of motion within the corpse.
Normally, that would mean some sort of vermin or carrion feeder had nestled within the body. But in this nightmare world we lived in, the Rippers killed everything that wasn't already slaughtered when The Restless One re-emerged into our reality, sending out It's shockwave of death.
To my horror I realized something else. Upon closer inspection of Mr.Dredge's body. I noticed it had somehow moved a couple feet to the left since last time I had seen him. I could even see the wet smear marks in the dirt from where it dragged itself over.
My magical monocle could also detect other magic. It wasn't very good at it but still could. My vision was bathed in illuminating green, but magic showed up white.
That's what I saw rising out of Mr.Dredge's body. Four bright spider-like legs protruded out of the back of the corpse, and hooked into the ground, lifting the stiff dead body into the air slowly, quietly.
Jil in the others were completely unaware of the horror looming up behind them. The jaw of Mr. Dredge fell off with a soggy "plop" into the dirt. What looked like a large inverted scorpion's tail writhed out the body's mouth. The scorpion tale hung down around the body's bloated chest. The tail curling up to point a large stinger at the group.
I could see that Jil had heard the "plop" of the jaw falling off the corpse behind her. She raised her eyebrows, sniffed the air, and froze in an alert state, her two companions bumping into her.
I had temporarily frozen too. I had never seen a monster like this before. Its spider legs lifting the body up to let its human feet brush its toes lightly on the ground. The whole body was ridged from rigor mortis. The body's hands curled to its chest, making fists, stiff legs swaying like the awkward pendulum of a clock. Still bodily juices and blood oozed profusely from hismouth and ripped open guts.
A surreal thought came into my mind. Maybe it was my mind trying to make sense out of nonsense. Mr.Dredges stiff body reminding me of toy soldier from my childhood. They were always stiff jointed when brand new, not dead.
I finally snapped out of my daze when glowing white spikey tendrils pushed the body's guts out with another wet impact noise. The many spiked appendages snaked out slowly towards the back of the unaware Tagert.
"Jil!" my voice boomed out, breaking the silence like a cannon burst. Everyone jumped in surprise. "Run! Run!"
With my off hand I quickly dug into my pocket and produced a phlare, the phosphorus filled stick. I quickly pulled the cap off with my teeth, igniting the flame dangerously close to my face. I didn't care, and barely felt the heat.
Holding out the phlare to signal to Jil and the others, producing a blinding light in the dark. But the blackness was unnatural and dampened the burning flame into a muted orange glow. Regardless, the phlare was still bright enough to signal the unsuspecting trio crossing the street.
Through the monocle I saw all three of them lock eyes on the light and begin to hurry towards me. It was against human instinct to run unaware in darkness. This made them not fast enough, because the Dredge-thing shot out a torso tendril to stab Tagert in the upper back.
Tagert let out a cry of pain, but kept coming. The cry of pain causing all three to break out into a full run. The need to live finally overriding the need to see.
I dropped the phlare as Jill led the other two up to me. They almost ran her poor soul over as she braced to stop them. The Dredge monster seemed to be slow. Her Divine was still blessing us!
I grabbed Caville's shoulder and Jil grabbed the tail of my shirt. We all took off together, back to the windmill.
We tried to go as fast as we could the couple blocks back to our hideout, but It was hard going. Caville lagged beside me, with Tag and Fel huffing as they carried the 40 pound feed bags.
I looked back at Dredge to see it had fallen on its stomach and was skittering after us like a centipede. It was considerably faster now!
I lowered the monocle to put both hands on Caville's shoulders and push him in front of me. Even if I pushed him we still wouldn't be fast enough.
My mind raced, like it had so many times since the birth of the Restless One. My mind swirled with anxious thoughts of decisions and counter-decisions. My sleep deprived and starving brain hallucinated the faces of my people alongside the terrible silver teeth of the Rippers lunging towards me out the colorless backdrop.
But like always, I made a desperate choice. "Drop the feed bags! Its gaining on us!
I expected to hear the "Thump! Thump!" Of the bags hitting the dirt, but I got what I least expected instead.
"No Jack! Don't drop the feed! I'll buy you time!" Caville said as he shrugged free of my grasp on his shoulders and started in the opposite direction towards Dredge.
"I'm so t-tired of running away! A-and I miss my daughter and grandkids!" the old warrior declared, his voice cracking at the end of his statement.
He held out an outstretched hand and fingers. When the tips of them made contact with Jil's dirty clothes, he easily side-stepped around Jil and the other two with grace as they hurried past him in the dark. These were skills long honed from blindfold training to heighten a soldier's situational awareness level.
Jil was the only other to see what was happening. She reached out for him as the other two pushed her forward. She stifled a cry and pushed ahead.
I was glad Jil wouldn't see this, but I felt I had to watch. I had to witness his sacrifice in the depths of this hell.
I saw Dredge's corpse crawl its way up to Caville, one of its longer talons hooking into Caville's upper knee. Caville screamed and sliced horizontally instantly. The sword cut through the air harmlessly over the monster.
Caville took this information and countered quickly as more sharp tendrils stabbed into his lower body. He rose the blade high over his head and let out a final death blow, plunging the sword downwards to impale the monster, staking it to the ground.
The monster pulled the old soldier down and tore into him. Caville's screams echoed out as I turned to run. Worse is when his screams finally choked out and fell silent.
The group of us made it un-accosted for the rest of our journey. We hurried in silence just like we were in mourning. We made it to the edge of town where the river and the watermill stood.
We climbed up the stacked boxes on the side of the building to slide open a wooden panel into the attic.
The inside of the attic had the low glow of multiple lanterns and the stuffy smell of multiple unwashed people living in tight quarters together for a long time.
We piled in quickly to close up the entrance behind us. There were 8 of us now. Me, Jil, Fil, Tag, Mama Denise, her two kids, and Harper sleeping in the corner.
All eyes met mine as they counted the three of us. No one had to ask what happened to Caville. They all knew. I think even the kids knew.
By the best we could reckon, it had been a month since death swept over our town. The rippers patrolled the streets and buildings constantly, searching for survivors to kill in the beginning. They also destroyed any cache of food or weapons they came across.
There was a deeper intelligence behind the rippers. They were vicious and animalistic when encountered, but they would carry out complicated tasks relentlessly, like soldiers receiving orders. It had to be the malicious influence of the Restless One speaking to all of them, like they were the claws at the end of his corrupting grasp.
It was Jil that had the idea for the feed bags at the General Store. Yes, they were for cows and horses, but they had been magically enhanced and would give the human body what it needed also.
It would give us enough strength to try and escape this Divine forsaken town, and hopefully leave the darkness to flee to the safety of the Capitol.
I knew the thought of making it all the way to the Capitol was ridiculous. The longer we headed east, the more likely we ran into the army of rippers that left the town at least two days ago.
It had been hundreds of them! Me and Jil were out scouting the General Store for the feed bags we had just now retrieved.
The going was slow, because the enemy was everywhere. But we knew how to maneuver from rooftop to closely packed rooftop. And the grew closer togeher the closer we got to the center of the town.
From where we started, the watermill in the outskirts of town, it seemed like the town was suspiciously empty of the monsters. But we soon realized that was the opposite. We didn't see any Rippers on the outskirts because they were all gathering together in the town square
The bright figures of humanoid shaped demons clustered together in a giant group. The magical vision of the monocle causing them to glow from whatever evil sorcery created them. So many of them huddling together created a glowing sea, flooding the courtyard.
Rippers were rumored to have always existed. Even before The Restless One returned. But they were rare and only inhabited places of great tragedy and a history of dark magic. Now there was an army of them, amassing to March East towards The Capitol.
Some said The Rippers were phantoms created by The Restless One. They were his only way to reach through dimensions and torment the living.
More scholarly Old-timers theorized the Rippers came from the vengeful spirits of the long extinct elves, hunted to extinction by Man a millennium ago.
Ancient texts mention the long extinct Legacy Elves had a bad habit of dabbling in dark magic, causing The Restless One to specifically target them, repeatedly using the elves innate affinity with magic to breach into our reality to cause havoc.
Many believe Man's genocide against the elves was not entirely warranted, it had help seal The Restless One away. But not all elves worshipped the Restless One. Many of them worshiped Her Divine like we humans do. But relations between elves and humans had always been strained, and this was the excuse humans needed to eliminate their rival for dominance over the lands, once and for all.
"Why must we be punished?" I remembered Tehama asking when all this first happened, back whe. She was alive.
"It's not our fault! It's the fault of our long dead ancestors! The kingdom that commited the atrocity doesn't even exist anymore!" Tehama said in a fit of nervous mania.
We had to hush her for getting too loud. But the truth is, we had no answer. There was no clear reason why we were all being subjected to such anguish.
Like I said, Tehama didn't make it anyways. On a supply run she had grabbed a doll from her old home to bring to Mama Denise and her two girls, but had dropped it in the street when Jil spotted a group of Rippers scaling the rooftops a block away.
We all scrambled to hide, hoping the Ripper patrol moved along. But they spotted the dolly laying in the dirt. And some sort of supernatural intelligence recognized this wasn't here on their last patrol. They knew humans were moving around.
The five of the Rippers in the patrol circled the doll, all letting out a high pitched squeals, like an alarm calling to others.
Me and Jil hid in a nasty bale of hay next to a gutted horse laying beside it, hopefully masking our scent. Our terror rose as we watched more and more Rippers coming out of the shadows. They slid down buildings, out of doorways, from under debris, and they all were all screaming, almost deafening to us.
There were three magical monocle's during this time. All of us had one. And we could all see the count of Rippers going into the hundreds!
They would find us! By flooding every corner of the street, they would come across us eventually!
That's when Tehama made her decision. I didn't see exactly where she hid, but she wasn't hiding anymore. She broke cover and ran directly into the streets, into the crowd of monsters. She tossed her monocle behind her towards our direction, maybe for us to recover later.
Of course they glowed brightly through the monocle, but to the naked eye they were an inky black. A black blacker than their surroundings, making it almost impossible to see them.
When the Rippers got close to their chosen victim, they allowed their prey to see their shiny silver teeth.
The sharp protruding teeth stand out bright and glistening, almost like silver, against the backdrop of darkness. as they moved in to kill the hapless human.
This is all Tehama saw as she dropped to his knees and searched blindly for the dropped dolly. She screamed and cried as the teeth sank into her tearing off little bits of her flesh.
The Rippers began to whoop and laugh like hyenas as they snatched piece by peice of her away. From the little I knew, the Rippers didn't need to eat. They just bit her for the joyful cruelness of it.
Blood soaked, mostly skinless hands of poor Tehama found the dolly that had started all of this horror. She hugged it close to her skinless chest and let out a gurgling scream before tipping over, most likely dead from shock.
That very second! That truly horrid moment! I decided I wasn't going to die in this town. I wasn't going to "wait it out" like all the old-timers advised. They are all dead now anyways! They didn't wait it out.
The King's armies hadn't made it in time. No fireballs from battlemages to shatter the darkness, no royal purple knights lead by The Heroic Prince Julian, no salvation from Her Divine!
If we waited we would all die in the dark. No doubt the King was coming with his armies, but how many days, or years will it take to Him to reach our settlement?
No, I would not die here. I had promised myself this years ago! I would survive like I had also promised! I would save Jil the way she saved me!
Then the army of rippers moved out East towards the Capitol. But there were still wicked things left behind to kill us. But this was our best chance!
As I sat in the darkness of the attic my mind was free to visualize in wonderful colorful detail my last memories before the Restless One tainted our town with its sightless void.
I remembered walking through the town, going towards the training academy. I was going to climb the mountain behind it. I was going to climb it again and again until I graduated and became one of the Royal Warden's Squires. The academy started soon and I never made it to the top without resting and without dropping my pack.
This is why I was one of the first to see our oncoming doom. The inky blackness spilled out from around the mountain to flood towards the town.
I knew I had to run and give warning to the town's guard. I wasn't a Warden's Squire yet, but I still had a duty to protect the people.
Tears heated up my cheeks as I sat in the dark, greatfull Jil and the others couldn't see me crying, as I remembered the death that followed.
But one of my last memories gave me the tiniest blink of hope. I remembered the peak of the mountain stabbing through the blackness. The mountain was tall enough to escape the flood of hell filling the valleys and town around it.
There was a ceremonial watchtower at the top of the mountain, filled with supplies. It's where the academy cadets earned their badges and completed their training. The mountain was the last test to becoming a Warden's Squire. A grueling uphill climb with a nickname given to the mountain by past cadets that like to boast over their hard earned accomplishments.
The mountain was affectionately called Mt. Despair, and it would be our salvation.
Part 2 https://www.reddit.com/Ceslystories/comments/11q7xcw/despairs_peak_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button
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2023.04.02 09:01 Slapinsack Tent and lungroom maintaining 60% by itself. Does moisture remain in the air for a long time?

Before starting my grow, the room got no higher than 40% RH. I just began flower stage and the room is maintaining 60% RH. I checked my automatic humidifier and found that it has used very little water all week.
Does simply watering the plants create that much humidity? The room is well insulated for what it's worth.

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2023.04.02 08:46 jumbos_clownroom Preaching to the choir…

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2023.04.02 06:56 UnPhoqueSauvage [Theorycraft] Volibear Druid Build (Pulverize/storm druid)

Hello addicted gamers i wanted to share a build i thought of based on pulverize and a storm synergy since giving the tag earth to a spell will also give the tag "nature" to it.

First of all you can see the skill tree right there:
https://d4builds.link/xZjaHr

First of all i will explain active skills then passive one:

Active skills:

Wind shear 1/5 : A storm range attack that can apply vulnerable to enemies and give our druid some move speed.

Pulverize: Our damage dealer, we will upgrade it to earth using an aspect and another aspect will allow us to add a big conical aoe that deal +260% damage

Earthen bullwark: Give us a barrier = to 45% max Hp, make us unstoppable and fortify for 18%. A nice defensive cd.

Debilitating roar: reduce ennemy damage by 50% for 4 sec, fortifies our self for 22% life and heals for 4% max HP/ sec for 4 sec

Hurricane: An aoe that deal 17 damage and slow ennemies and have a 15% chance to make enemies vulnerable for 3 seconds.

Cataclysm: A big storm will follow us for 10 sec knocking back enemies and making them vulnerable

Passive skills:

Heart of the wild/ Wild impulses: +3 max spirit (:copium:) and our core skill will cost +15% spirit to deal 30% more damage: We have one spell used to clear the mobs and deal big damage, we need to max is damage output using this passive.

Predatory instinct: +9% critical chance to close enemy. I'm not sure about this one since the big damage dealer from pulverize will came from the shockwave, probably not the best point i can put into my skill tree but i'm not hyped by other one.

Elemental exposure/ Endless tempest: I just wanted +15% of duration on hurricane and cataclysm

Crushing earth: earth skills deal +15% damage to slowed, stunned, immobilized or knock back target.

Safe guard: Crit strike with an earth skill will fortify for 7% life

Stone guard: While you have fortify over 50% HP, earth skill deal 12% increased damage.

Defiance: +12% damage for nature skills to elite

Circle of life: Each pulverize will heal for 3% of our max HP

Natural Disaster: Earth skills deal +12% damage to vulnerable enemies

Resonance: Nature skills deal 6% increased damage. Triple this bonus if an earth skill is the next skill cast after a storm skill or if an storm skill is the next skill cast after a earth skill.

Quickshift: When i transform into a bear using pulverize it will deal +15% damage.

Defensive posture: +15% to all fortify

Earthen might: On lucky hit Restore all spirit and cause attacks to be critical for 5 secs

For the boons spec:
Deer: Wariness +10% reduced damage from elites
Eagle: +10% Max HP
Snake: lucky hit: nature skills have 15% chance to reduce the cooldown of cataclysm by 2 sec
Wolf (our spec): Lucky hit: Dealing damage have 15% chance to restore 10 spirit/ +25% duration on cataclysm

Then we have the aspect:
Helmet: Stormshifter: +2 werebear skills when hurricane is active
Chest: Ballistic aspect: +2 earth skills when fortified
Gloves: mighty Storm: storm skills trigger earthen might
Pants: Mending stone: +6 sec of earthen bulwark duration, killing an enemy will replenishes the barrier
Boots: Ghostwalker: Gaining move speed when unstoppable
2H Weapon +100%: Shockwave: Pulverize will make a shockwave dealing +260% damage
Amulet +50%: Natural Balance: Casting a storm skill will increase by 67% our earth crit damage for 4 sec, casting a earth one will increase our crit chance on storm skill by 18% for 4 sec
Ring: Ursine Horror: Transform our pulverize to a earth AND nature skill
Ring: Retaliation: +40% damage when fortified
Some paragon legendary have been datamined and we can get +85% chance to overpower with those under condition (that's why i don't use overpower in my build).
Do you have any idea about a change whitout loosing the storm side of the build? I will appreciate 60 days until realease. Good luck everyone.

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2023.04.02 06:02 Hot-Permission-9931 [WTS] SILVER/GOLD

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2023.04.02 06:00 loverofqueens Please help me figure out how to log calories for microwave popcorn 🙏

I can’t take the kernels out since it’s microwave popcorn, so is this saying for every 40 grams of popped popcorn, there’s 140 calories? Would I weigh the popcorn after microwaving it and go based on that?

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2023.04.02 05:50 AnotherManOfEden Follow up to earlier post

I posted this generator earlier asking for more info. I’ve also included a photo of the plate now as well. I googled the model number but didn’t see anything. Where can I find resources on something like this regarding operation maintenance, info, etc. Thank you.

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2023.04.02 04:59 Betty-Adams [SPS] Humans are Weird - Crossed Lines - Free Chapter

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Humans are Weird – Crossed Lines

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Forty-third Trill swung lightly on his perch and fought the urge to take command of the Oozle away from Twenty-Ninth Click. The smallest of the research vessels the Oozle was the most prone to catching the wind and being thrown off-course. His second in command was a more than experienced helmsclaw and when Forty-third Trill was faithfully following the thermals he could admit that Twenty-ninth Click could dodge the ship around the many hazards of the north canyons better than he could. Still, Forty-third Trill mused as he extended one wing past the protection of the windshield, the cold had to be getting to his second no matter how good that insulating coat was that nearly completely engulfed him and he wouldn’t want his second getting cold numbed.
The ambient temperature was well within the comfort range for a Winged in flight. However the air was heavy with moisture and even when they weren’t in the shadows of the tall canyon walls the pale sunlight only filtered through the thick clouds. It might make his wrinkled old sensory horns tingle, but it wouldn’t warm his wings. With a shudder he pulled his wing out of the wind stirred up from their passage and tucked it against his fur. They had a slight tailwind which was getting them home faster than usual, but it wasn’t much.
Even Private Rowlands had abandoned the perch in the bow of the ship that he preferred for the shelter of the windshield. The human was sprawled out behind him in the cargo area, having made a rough human perch by strapping down various algae traps. It was mildly annoying to have a flight member coated in the toxic algae by the time the workday was done, but the human always pointed out that he was protected by his wet suit and as long as the Winged didn’t try to perch on anything that glowed green they would be fine too. The reasoning was sound but seeing the majority of his wing clustered tightly to the human’s exposed chest, a mere winglength from where the green smears began on the wetsuit was hardly comforting.
At the moment Private Rowland’s head was bowed to duck below the stream of air flowing down from the top of the windshield and it bobbed slightly as they went over the waves. His eyes were closed behind his glasses and the majority of his fur was hidden under the thin cloth that was tied around his head. His arms were spread out, clutching the back row of traps for balance. It didn’t look particularly comfortable, but Private Rowland was breathing evenly in the way that indicated light sleep and the Winged on his chest nestled comfortably against his heartbeat.
The boat swerved as they approached their final vector causing the human to sway slightly to counterbalance. Behind the radiation shields he wore his eye flicked open and the Winged on his chest fluttered in response to his increasing awareness. The human rolled his head and his farsighted binocular eyes flicked around the canyon walls, to the approaching docks, to the still cloudy sky. Forty-third Trill could almost imagine that he could read the human’s thoughts by merely tracking the movements of those expressive eyes, with their strange white outlines and their tiny cores.
Private Rowland sat forward and with a rueful smile tapped one shoulder just a few inches from the cluster of Winged on his chest.
“No, no, not yet!” protested a chorus of voices. “We’re not there yet! Just got warm! It can wait!”
However the long lectures about how not to take advantage of human mass and thermodynamics seem to have finally caught up to the wing and with a cascade of disgruntled chirps they removed themselves from the human’s bare chest and flew to their regulation perches. They did make sure to look as put out, cold, and miserable as possible however. The human smiled absently at their antics, but his eyes were still tracking the approaching dock as he resealed his wet suit, closing the gap he had opened to warm his companions. Keeping his center of mass low and towards the center of the boat the human moved to the bow and took up the bowline in one hand.
Twenty-ninth Click expertly altered their power output to counter the sudden shift in mass and Forty-Third Trill had to admit that he could not have done it half so well. The rest of the wing was watching out the front windshield in interest as the wind from their speed tore at the immovable human where he crouched ready to leap onto the dock. Of course the automated systems could do this, but that would cause strain on the simple computer of the craft and Private Rowlands needed to be kept sharp if he was going to ever be a counter to the beasts of the depths.
“Now!” shouted half the wing as the ship approached the dock.
Weather or not he heard the human agreed and leapt from the boat, landing on the dock. Forty-third Trill had seen the human do this dozens of times now and he was only watching from half his horns. So his first hint that something was wrong was a worried trill from a younger member of the wing. He snapped his head away from the controls and stared at Private Rowland. Normally at this moment the human’s hands would be tossing the line around the wings of the cleat while his eyes tracked the movement of the boat. However at the moment Private Rowland was simply staring down at the cleat with a slack look on his face. The boat struck the dock with only minor force. Twenty-ninth Click was too good a pilot to strike even marginally too hard despite the winds. However the boat still rebounded and with the power turned down for docking there was little .
“Drop the line!” shrieked out a dozen voices as half the flight abandoned their perches for flight in panic.
Either they spoke too high for the human to hear or whatever internal convulsion had paralyzed him had blocked the sound because as the boat rebounded his massive hand still gripped it, and as impressive as the mass of a human was, it was still no match for a fully equipped science vessel and in an agonizingly slow motion the human was pulled off center, then off the dock. Private Rowland did release the line as he flailed over the water and plunged in.
Twenty-ninth Click was cursing the fool of a human, the miss-woven line, the over-engineered ship, and several other elements of the situation loud enough to be heard over the wind even as he reignited the power source and attempt to bring the ship to a stand still. Just as the boat paused the water beside the dock surged up and the humans head burst out of the water. Private Rowland spun around trying to find them through the water streaming down his face. Forty-third Trill has several long moments to work up the scolding that was about to escape through his teeth when the canyon winds suddenly experienced one of their abrupt changes. A gust blew up behind them driving the ship forward. For a panicked moment Forty-third Trill faced the terrifying prospect of having to write a report of what happens when a human head is caught between a research vessel and an immovable dock. Twenty-ninth Click was screaming profanity into the wind, as he applied full power away from the dock. The human’s head surge up and then down again before swinging out of sight below the gunnel.
Half the wing abandoned the windshield screaming frantically for Private Rowland’s attention, but the moment they were out in the wind it snatched them away and they began fighting not to be blown out over the canyon. Crushed human, wind scattered hypothermic flight, traumatized pilot, Forty-third Trill was dolefully counting up the grams of trouble this was going to cost him when the boat bumped once more against the dock and was pinned there by the perverse wind.
“Prepare the auto docking program,” he spit out to what remained of the wing in the sheltered area.
However the water on the far side of the dock suddenly bubbled up and out burst a very not-squished Private Rowland, a shimmering green slick of algae running down his unprotected face and shoulders. He scrambled up on the dock and like some sort of helpful horror snatched up the bow line and secured it on the wings of the cleat. Then he scrambled back and did the stern line before standing erect and darting down the dock with his arms held up. The struggling members of the flight eagerly took up a position in his wind lee or simply attached themselves to his hair despite the dripping green contamination. When he had collected them all he trotted back through the wind and leaned into the windshield to dislodge them.
“Hylo!” he exclaimed with a wide grin on his face. “Looks like there’s a bad algae growth under the dock! I better get the scrubbers out.”
Forty-third Trill snarled at the human.
“Wash that off your skin now! The scrubbers can wait. You are already welting up!” the Winged snapped. “That goes for the rest of you too!” he hissed at the rest of the contaminated, but they were already being doused in decon spray by the wing medic.
The human touched his face and gave a wince. The shrugged and took a running leap off the dock to get away from the contaminated water.
“Have enough spray ready for him when he comes out of the water,” Forty-thrid Trill said with a sigh.
The human was alive and mostly uninjured. He wasn’t going to have to send out rescue parties down the canyons, and it really was a good thing to discover the algae growth before it spread too far. His day had gone from normal, to catastrophic, to merely annoying in a matter of moments and he was grateful that it had not stopped at catastrophic. However there was now they issue of why a human, who was supposed to be fully mentally functional, had just completely forgotten how to tie a knot so basic that it wasn’t even restricted to sapient species, had forgotten that the ship outmassed him, and hadn't see a wall of green algae. Forty-third Trill wondered absently if he was going to need to invent another new report form.

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2023.04.02 04:22 -New_journey- Pream (Pluto Rules Everything Around Me)

I have 2 birds. One [3 y.o quaker) is bonded to my sister, and the other [elderly lilac crested amazon] is apparently bonded to me.
Her name is Pluto, but I call her Lalo after Lalo Salamanca from better call saul because she would sing everytime he got any screen time. She's my lovely little lady. She sits on her perch near my place on the couch and she watches TV with me and murmurs while I do homework.
She was previously abused pretty bad, used as a decoration pretty much. She was going to be euthanized, but I payed her abuser 20 dollars for her, and to this day that's the best 20 dollars I've ever spent. I remember the day I got her, I took the gloves thay her old owners had used to man handle her for almost 40 years, and I let her watch as I tore them up and tossed them into a fire place as sort of symbolism. I think she understood because she sat there and ground her beak as she watched the gloves burn.
In a way we are oddly similar. When we first met, my family was in a sort of hiding from my abusive father. For 15 years I had been tortured in my own house, and driven past the point of surrender. Meeting her, and taking care of her gave me solice in the idea that I didn't deserve what happened. Even the most innocent of creatures like my little lady can be hurt without warrant.
She likes it when I play my guitar and sing, and she really really likes rock and metal music, especially of it has bagpipes. She also really loves whispering and looking at kids playing outside. Sometimes, in the summer, I wheel her out to the porch and we just chill out there watching things happen. She'll occasionally hit me with a few beak grinds and clucks to let me know she's happy. And I'll tell her how much I love her, even though she doesn't understand.
She was previously confined to a 1.5×1.5 parakeet cage, one of the travel ones. I bought her a much larger, much more spacious enclosure with many comfortable perches and glorious bits and bobbles or many colours and textures. She gets fed top of the line food that her vet recommended, plus an assortment of vegetables and fruits that I cut up for the birdies every single morning. (Her favorite veggie is jalapeños, and her favorite treat is banana).
I've watched her struggle to open up to me and my family, probably in fear that all humans are the same. She went from a dull, depressed, cage confined bird that had never left a dark corner in a room, to a full on tropical bird akin to the RIO movies. She gives the best kisses, and recently she's started saying full on sentences like, "you're a lovely bird" and "woahhhh mama" and the occasional foul words like wtf or g2h.
She has gone from an abused decoration bird, to the ruler (maybe dictator) of this whole house in only two years. Even my mom who was livid at me for getting a bird a month before we moved, now lines up for mandatory Goodnight whispers.
Although I wish we had met sooner. I'm 17 now, and she's got maybe a good 10 years left, but those 10 years I will treat her like the creature of majesty she is. It's dust to dust with her and I, and I will always love her, even if she does mistake my fingers for snacks sometimes.
We've got 2 very pampered grinch chickens
Pluto, lalo, green lady, I love you. ❤️

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2023.04.02 03:54 KeepStackinSon [WTS] Scottsdale 1/100 oz Gold Bars, Palladium 1g Bars, 10K 9.5" Figaro Bracelet, Mexico 2.5 Pesos, Mexico 2 Pesos (including one non-restrike year), Modern Proof Dimes and Quarters

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2023.04.02 03:12 StrangeCamera3271 40 grams fresh and chopped. Holy dark bruising💪 see y’all in space

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2023.04.02 01:58 Super_Silver_Man [WTS][WTT] JFK 40% half dollar

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2023.04.02 01:56 Zoshoots I don’t have the most!!! But it’s mine!!

Happy for what I can scoop up over the years!! Happy shooting guys!!!

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2023.04.02 00:42 hawk3939 Grey wardens in the elder scroll online

Thought I would post my guilds armor in this page. Have the grey warden guild since the beginning of the game.

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