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2021.09.26 05:42 alexdionisos A Bill of Woolliness.

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2021.09.26 05:42 snipa6407 A Close Encounter With K[REDACTED AS FUCK]

Of great mental strain and significantly appreciable trauma that I write this under, for the events that horribly conspired in the Pacific Ocean during 1947 still haunt me in my last days. A secretive and extremely deadly operation of which I cannot name for my own sanity, for sure death would be most required mercy if my superiors ever found out I had uttered a word of this into the outside world, full of ignorant and naive civilians who deathly fail to understand and grasp the sheer amount of unknown and eldritch horrors which lie in the ocean. The civilian world lived and continues to live in full and placid ignorance which shields them from the unspeakable eldritch horrors that lie below, mercy I wish I was granted a year after WW2 had ended with the Nazi's defeat.
For at that time I too did not grasp the utter fact that unspeakable and horrible things lay at the bottom of the ocean, just beyond our frail reaches to space, and in the deepest and to the most uncharted regions of the forests of which man had not seen. God, the universe, whatever higher power or disgusting diety failed to reach me was against me wholeheartedly in the wake of the fascist Nazi's defeat as I was unwillingly picked to lead an expedition to recover and investigate a Nazi super-submarine that had sunk to the bottom of the ocean. I found myself in a poorly lit submarine, of America's most recent and truly robust military technology, descending into the dark abyss of the Atlantic as our superiors sought to discover what lay in the shunned Nazi submarine.
The endless pitch black that encased our steel vessel was only viewable through a glass porthole, as I questioned the events that had led me to sink into the Atlantic ocean on a death mission I surely could not recover from. The submarine began rapidly climbing down an abyssal maw in the ocean floor, a black pit that branched off into an utterly massive ocean cave under the ocean floor. Our shelter from the unfathomable cold and endless black reached the floor of the darkness encompassing us as the Nazi submarine came into view. It was of a technology I couldn't hope to fathom, extremely accursed and blasphemous like nothing I had ever seen. It was well beyond anything the Americans had crafted in the futile war effort, a technology of which I fail to see anything surpass to this day as I live haunted by what we found inside that accursed steel hell. Derived from my command, an airtight latch was connected to the Nazi's super-submarine as we boarded with our M1 Garands and searched the dark submarine. I came upon an ancient and deteriorated audio recorder placed deliberately on a metal table in what appeared to be an archaic yet ultramodern laboratory. A primal urge immediately beckoned me to leave the submarine immediately upon spotting the recorder yet I was somehow compelled to reach forward and play the recording, which to my utter shock still worked after the amount of time that had gone by.
"We've awakened it… god WE'VE AWAKENED IT!! Destroy this place, what we found was not meant for human eyes. Not meant for this world. It's not killing my colleagues, the entity is doing something else to them, something beyond killing. Something I cannot bear myself to describe. If you are hearing this it is too late, humanity is utterly doomed. The war efforts of our leader are futile compared to the utter magnitude of what we've found down here. Wipe this place of the earth and recognize that death is a mercy compared to being at the hands of the horrors we found in this place. It is coming. It knows I am aware. The war is futile."
A single echoing self-inflicted gunshot wound sounded through the aged recording as it eventually cut off after the space had run out. As I walked outside the room I began to truly grasp the fact that it was extremely dark, and the construction within the submersible was surely unfathomable, with unknown angles that I could not help but question if it had originated from a human origin. My doubts were quickly extinguished with hard, chilling facts as my standard-issue metal flashlight beam shined upon a Nazi swastika imprinted on the long steel walls of the shunned submarine.
It was drawn in a viscous red liquid, blood, fresh, it appeared to be, although the implications of that were horrible. This submersible had sunk under unknown conditions nearly a decade ago, and the unspeakable fact alone that this Nazi swastika, drawn in fresh blood was right in front of me, illuminated dimly by my flickering flashlight beam. The red viscous liquid dripped as my haunted eyes were solidly fixated upon the deathly crimson dripping onto the floor, implying that it was recently drawn, in the absolute worst scenario I reckoned it must have been imprinted crudely on the wall a few minutes ago.
God help us.
A loud scream came from the other hallways of the submarine and I was immediately beckoned to investigate as I ran down the dark hallways and came upon a gruesome and abnormal sight of gore. What I saw was nothing compared to the haunted sights of WW2 when fighting the Nazi fascists, for before me, lit by the flashlight of my men were four dead bodies so horribly mutilated and deformed that they were beyond the grasps of human recognition.
Viscous and dripping black liquid poured out of every visible orifice and facial feature of the dead men, and their eyes were no longer in their rightful place and chunks of blistered and ripped flesh were torn out in abhorred chunks. Clear signs of violent damage and a vicious attack were extremely prevalent yet upon further investigation by myself no shots were fired from my men's rifles and their combat knives had not been drawn, whatever had committed the atrocious acts to them was fast and very gruesome. A crash emanated from the utmost furthest corners of the submersible which beckoned me to run forward with my rifle in hand, shouting orders to my men as I searched for the killer. Crazed and strained thoughts were churning through my head as I was sure that a quick bullet to the head would have been a true act of mercy to those men, and truthfully I only had my rifle to give myself a merciful death should the need arise.
As I turned the corner and my eyes befell on the source of the noise I saw that there was one of my men, horribly mutilated and physically abhorred to beyond humanoid recognition. The only thing that indicated that the pile of vaguely humanoid torn flesh was human was the torn combat uniform and the self-inflicted knife wound, presumably to have a quicker death than whatever happened to him afterward. At that precious moment, I was on the verge of absolute insanity, everything just tearing my mind apart. I decided to try to ditch the mission as I made an effort to make my way out of the depths of the extremely advanced Nazi submarine and escape this abyssal hell. The screams of my men shattered the deafening silence and emanated through the halls, when they cut off I knew that the last of my men had met a horribly dreaded gruesome fate. I ran and ran and ran, not glancing my haunted eyes upon the corpses of all my dead men as I hastily made my escape.
Fear was not only a concept or feeling in that period of time, it was a sensation of which nothing else to this waking and the accursed day I can find a replication or sliver of familiarity to. An ungodly sound emanated through the halls of the cold Nazi submarine as the noises of some eldritch abomination of which I could not fathom made pursuit after me as I stumbled through the dark halls with my rifle barely in hand. I glanced once behind me and saw a horror of which nothing on this earth or beyond can possibly hope to surpass, a horror that weak human eyes were never meant to behold in all its existence and up to its extinction.
I cannot hope to ever give justice to a proper description of the horror as I had only seen a portion of the abomination, though I consider that mercy as if I had laid eyes on the entirety of the horror I would have gone mad. Behind me was pure, pitch-black darkness rapidly closing in which hid the thing that was bringing the total absence of light and color. In the split second I made the hasty decision to look back I witnessed a tendril or appendage of utter alien origins, something that was so incomprehensible my mind threatened to tear at its thin threads by merely looking at it. The appendage was nothing of this world or anything else, something that could only belong to the utmost horrors of this universe and of which God shunned himself. It was of geometry and color which my brain was not familiar with and made vain attempts to shun, despite the thing being right behind me and in pursuit to bring a new kind of hell upon me. No words can hope to properly convey the utter terror and unfamiliarity of the appendage, how alien it was, its colors, texture, non-euclidean geometry, the way it moved was tearing my mind apart, it was absolutely enormous yet minuscule at once, stretched out yet short.
The appendage alone was nearly enough to drive me mad and I could not help but wonder what leviathan it could have belonged to, and what it could have possibly looked like. As the thing hidden in darkness me head foolishly slammed itself on a low-hanging doorframe near the exit which connected to our airtight submarine. My body went unconscious and I descended onto the cold steel floor as I regained mental access to the hell I was in. I absolutely could not bear to lay my eyes upon whatever had mutilated and laid waste to my men and had haunted, tormented, and scarred me permanently with a single fraction of its physical manifestation. I clenched my eyelids shut and waited for a sensation of my flesh being ripped from my bones as I heard the noises stop and felt whatever eldritch horror had made pursuit manifest above me. I shook with so much fear I hoped and hoped and hoped a heart attack would befall me and take me out of that abysmal hell.
I shook and was consumed by a primal fear not meant to be known by human minds and writhed and screamed in utter cosmic agony as I felt the true presence and magnitude of what lay before me. The only way to describe the feeling of the entity's presence without going truly mad is utterly ancient, primal, disgusting, and something that was never meant for humans to be in the presence of. The entity wasn't fifth-dimensional, it was something beyond, so horrifying it could not be classified as a god for it was something else and something that exceeded any version of the language, communication, or definition any being in this universe could have ever hoped to have thought of.
I remember the sensation of nothing but pain, utter pain, and suffering beyond human limits, beyond what my nervous system should have been able to rationally process, as I couldn't even find the sanity to scream or shake as I lost consciousness.
The mission I was forced to go on was extremely classified and high-end and as a lasting result of such an operation a reconnaissance and rescue team was sent to our coordinates to rescue any survivors or remaining intel. From the little to none information I was given by my ignorant superiors, only two men out of thirty of the rescue team had returned to the longing surface from an attack from an unknown source, and I was found with gangrenous burns scattered over my body.
Once the aftermath of the traumatic experience settled, I could not rid my mind of the dead researcher's words which were imprinted into my mind, word by word, as they haunt me to this day as I live out my final strained and haunted days.
What we found was not meant for human eyes. Not meant for this world.
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2021.09.26 05:42 duttynike finding it impossible to find games to join as Julianna [PS5]

Is the install base not large enough? is there no cross play? Cause on the PS Store, deathloop is listed as one of the most downloaded PS5 games soo.... :( i've sat in queue for a good 5 minutes and found nothing. And it's the weekend too
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2021.09.26 05:42 prawnbiryani 💗☁🍦🌸🧁🤍🦩

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2021.09.26 05:42 _Mango_Boi Broken Robotron 2084

I have an old Robotron 2084 that does not work. Whenever turned on it will show the rug pattern and then vertical jail bars (yellow and red) and it will just loop that. The on the motherboard it says 137 which I know indicates there is a problem with bank 3 chip 7 but even after I replaced it, the same thing happens. I have reflowed some connections that looked faulty and replaced the old batteries on the motherboard too (ribbon cables also seem fine). I am not sure how I can fix this beyond this point. I could try reflowing all the connections still but I am not sure what else I can do or should do.
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2021.09.26 05:42 AkiraxT Looking for a Descriptive & Inferential statistics tutor or Psychology university graduate to analyse statistical data and identify limitations in an experiment

Please message me if you’re familiar with SPSS, interpreting statistics and identifying methodological concerns in an experiment
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2021.09.26 05:42 hgsd5 I need a motherboard for Ryzen 9 5900x, has USB 3.2 gen 2 type c ATX

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2021.09.26 05:42 -ZaneTruesdale- Paper on the rTMS trial in Colorado

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2021.09.26 05:42 ThatsABunchOfCraft Happy Caterday from our new baby Ellie

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2021.09.26 05:42 Jzard He had no idea what he got himself into with Haqiqatjou, Alhamdulillah the scales were against him from minute 1 (link to highlights in the comments, it's only like 7 mins compared to the actual debate which is almost 4 hours long).

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2021.09.26 05:42 Champion707 Do you have dreams where everything is in place, and there's no type of distortion whatsoever? For example, does your living room look exactly in your dreams as it does in waking life?

Typically, my nightly dreams consist of random events that don't make a whole lot of sense, where my mind creates new places I've never seen before. However, since I was a kid, I've also sometimes had these other dreams whereby everything I see is exactly as it is in waking life. They aren't lucid dreams because I'm not controlling anything, and these dreams always have these narratives that are linked with each one I've had. These have occurred at random points all throughout my life. If you'd like to know more then go ahead and ask away but it's all extremely complicated so I'll try not to go off on too many tangents if you do.
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2021.09.26 05:42 aerospace360 Came back to XFCE after about a month using Cinnamon, feels like home

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2021.09.26 05:42 Coconutandeggs What if the last thing you ate was your new nickname?

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2021.09.26 05:42 ElMalek-2021 HiveOS is really getting so shitty , I will get back to windows 🤦🏻‍♂️

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2021.09.26 05:42 OnePrettyFlyWhiteGuy Is it possible to change your nature?

I’ve always wanted to be a ‘self-disciplined’ person. The kind of person who brushes their teeth twice a day. Who starts washing the dishes when they see the sink half-full. Who turns off their TV and goes for a walk simply because the fresh air is good for them. Someone who goes to sleep at the right time everyday because ‘that’s my routine’. Or someone that meditates simply because ‘it’s good for my mind and soul’.
But instead, i’m the kind of person who cares very little about this stuff, unless i’m around other people. A lot of my motivation and desires is tied to my sociability. When other’s hold me in high esteem, I do my best to maintain that image. I do the things that I think others expect me to do. But even though this is the case, after a while I just stop caring.
You see, I get into these phases where I am reclusive, depressed (not sad, just unmotivated), and spend very little time dwelling on what others think of me. But when I am actually around other people, they motivate me to do better. I want to exceed people’s expectations and show them the best version of myself.
But for some reason, I don’t care about showing myself the best version of myself. I’m not particularly hard on myself these days and I don’t like to think negatively of who I am, so I wouldn’t say that I’m self-critical, but it’s borderline neglectful to my well-being. In a sense, I love myself and I try not to stress myself out by going against who I think I am. But on one hand, I don’t love myself by taking care of myself. I tell myself that I deserve my own respect regardless of the things I do (or don’t do) and in a way, it makes the my lack of action towards caring for myself inconsequential and meaningless.
There’s no voice in my head that thinks “It would be good to brush your teeth before you go to sleep”, or “the dishes need doing right now, and it’s an important thing to keep on top of - so you should do it” etc. None of those things make me proud without someone to see or acknowledge me doing those things. I only want people to think of me as the kind of person that does those things, but for some reason I don’t have the innate desire to actually do them for the sake of making myself proud by doing the things that I should be doing.
I can sort of build a routine and make a start on doing the things that I should be doing, but eventually I lose motivation and stop caring. Sort of like ‘fake it until you make it’, but I never quite ‘make it’.
So, I want to become the kind of person that derives pleasure from the mundanity of life. To be content with just doing all the things I should be doing, and not expect any extra points for it - but for it to still make me happy. I mean, it’s a chlallenge for me, but in general I like challenges, so I don’t know why it doesn’t offer me the same pleasure as being good at a game or learning a new skill.
I just don’t know how. As I said, my ‘fake it until you make it’ methods have not worked thus far, and have actually served to de-motivate me instead. I now think of myself less as that kind of person than before those attempts.
What am I looking for? Self-discipline? Re-assurance? Popularity? How do I make myself want to do those things, rather than relying on my perceived judgements from others? Why do these things alone not make me proud? Or why do I not feel the need to make myself proud by doing these things? Has anyone else struggled with this before, and managed to overcome this flaw in nature/personality? Sorry if this is the wrong sub to be asking, but I know the people here are quite wise and helpful.
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2021.09.26 05:42 j0rdyyy3 What light is this? Flashes for 30 secs when ignition turned on then goes out

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2021.09.26 05:42 Only_PacksFree Maria Eduarda

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2021.09.26 05:42 InternalEye Hey everyone, I’d love for you all to check out my latest LoFi EP “Turning Pages” - https://open.spotify.com/album/36QDH0TzFWNNIpt2YeTIfC?si=GbmqFrG0Rc6yDHAvU0Bzbg&dl_branch=1

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2021.09.26 05:42 trenbologna27262 We Got Killed By #EDP445 On Splitgate!!!! |Montage|

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2021.09.26 05:42 sarahbartondeer The recent federal election in Canada

How closely did you follow the recent federal election in Canada? Were you surprised by the outcome?
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2021.09.26 05:42 FrostEV3010 Storm King's Sharpshot

Storm King's Sharpshot I really want Epic to add this. Saw a mythic bow concept on the internet a few days ago so I came up with this little concept of my own on it. Thoughts?
Shoots through everything just like xenon. Chains lightning upto 4 targets when the bow is fully drawn Arrowheads splinter and hit 2 additional husks every first hit. Every hit counts towards the special attack buildup and after every 20 kills, if you look straight up and shoot with a full drawn bow, a volley of lightning strikes in a 1 tile radius around you. What abilities would you like to see on this bow?
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2021.09.26 05:42 Linsleyvandell84 What amazing things can you do with your smartphone?

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2021.09.26 05:42 itsaquesadilla Songpop 2

Does anyone here play the app Songpop 2? It’s like “Name That Tune” with playlists.
I’d like to play people who like Phish so message me with your username if you’d like to play!
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2021.09.26 05:42 Jimjangofett Can’t find friend’s expedition

We’re at a loss. We can’t join with a secret word and whenever we try and join using the friends only restriction, it constantly says it’s searching for a match. What’s the deal. Really upsetting we can’t get this co-op to work. Any help would be amazing.
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