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Are cars getting stolen from Thunder Valley?
2023.06.06 04:14 Remo2976 Are cars getting stolen from Thunder Valley?
One of my in-laws just got their car stolen from the parking garage there. Is car theft an issue there?
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2023.06.06 04:06 Nomyad777 [PI] The Monster Kingdom (2/2)
"When we Firmas were pushed north into the Pyrimian mountain valley after the death of their chain of command, they settled down and instead of focusing on expansion focused on necessities like food. With co-operation from the first goblins and other creative minds that joined the First Wave of the migration, they managed to grow food over the summer in first-iteration greenhouses. "My parents were part of the first wave. They were old for a couple, but joined the Firma clan in founding a government and keeping the area safe, as well as spreading word. The dragonic gods didn't like their behavior at all; cities burning is more entertainment for them, so they were the first to be Forsaken in this era, publicly, in the main square of the old Dragonic Capital. "However, that backfired, with more and more dragons tired of running around and fighting all the time, they decided to settle down in a place where nobody would bother them; now that they had this place given to them, and the Second Wave started. Basically the entirety of the dragonic clans and several other species amassed in this wave, and the Sapient Unification Government held. "My parents had an egg in one of the more northern caves, right on the coast. Then, the third wave arrived and everything went downhill from there. "The Unification Wars were fought between those who wanted one government to cover this region, and those who wanted governments segregated by species. This would have been fine if the secessionists didn't step in on people's behalves, without their consent; it took fifteen years of war for the war to end. Millions died and some species like the Snow Fox beastpeople almost went extinct. My parent were part of the death wave. "The war evolved so rapidly it was impossible for a commander to last more than two months. It started with sticks and stones and within a month there were arrow volleys. A year saw guns, two tanks, three battleships, four planes. Bombs, bigger bullets, bigger guns, bigger bombs. "In the last few months of the war, the first nuclear devices were used, creating miniature stars on the land with immense destructive potential unleashed. It ended with mutually assured destruction protocols being activated, and when all was said and done the land was a snow-fallen irradiated dustball. "It took years for the survivors to pick up the remnants of our short-lived civilization and restart it into the Terra Firma Sapience Union. All the time, my egg didn't hatch because I had no incubator, but didn't die thanks to my ice type. It was located close enough to a mana vein where I just... absorbed the entire vein. When the cave was found by explorers following maps for my parents den, all they found was my egg glowing brighter than Sunstones. "I was taken to an incubation facility in Cellyia, one of the bigger cities. There I hatched, and after more than one test I grew. My growth was still... affected by the time without an incubator, so my already slow growth stopped after fifty years instead of continuing to infinity. And then I took some magic courses, did my best to drain my mana reserves, and settled down here, well away from... the bustle of Cellyia. It never quite felt like a home, you know. It was a good place to grow up, don't get me wrong, but I like it here better. Remote, and in the same place my parents met for the first time. As much as I can tell, anyway; a number of records were destroyed in the Unification War. "When your heroes continued to come up here, I would be the one on first guard. Damming a river, I used water magic to break it. Trying to destroy some transit infrastructure, I would be the first one to either fake it, finish it off, or lure them away. When your latest one decided to head for Cellyia, it was out of my range for such activities. I shadowed the party on the way and let others take care of it. "I never thought that your 'heroes' would be heartless enough to burn what they were told and even acknowledged as a hospital with patients inside. A library and museum with most of our pre-unification works inside. An orphanage, a school... an entire neighborhood of ten thousand citizens' homes. What for? To try to kill just one of us. "We... couldn't take that kind of behavior. Cellyia might have not been the best place for someone with my personality to grow up, especially without parental figures, but that orphanage still had some good memories. An all-citizens vote was called, an all-citizens vote was passed, and we started a counter-offensive military campaign into your Civilization Nations. We've been waiting for you elves, leaders of the Civilized Nations, to advance your society; it's been seven hundred years, all the most you've done is grow your population and add an extra floor to your townhomes. "So we're going to do it for you. You ran our patience down, so we're going to change your society for you. Is it a repeat of the Unification War? I don't think so, given that you Civilized Nations never rescinded the declaration of war against us 'monsters' over two thousand years ago; one that you still follow through on to this day. "But that isn't the end of my story. "When the gods forsook us, they tried to pry away our magic, our land, and our lives. So we defended. Space radars monitor their movements on the mortal plane. There's so many more technical details I can go into. All I can tell you is, at one point, the old god of Dragonic Princess-kidnapping; yes, they were a god; they came and asked us to restart worshiping them. "That went over as well as you'd expect, and the next thing that happened... was that I absorbed her mana and powers. Technically, I am an undefined god, and... at this point, I'm afraid to get a definition. "What if it's something I don't like? Something evil, immoral... something my parents, the leaders of the Second Wave, wouldn't be proud of? What if... what if it kills me? Everyone hates me? I'd no longer be free... "So my solution was to hide. Here, in a mountain cave in the middle of nowhere. This is my life, all of it... and I don't know where to go from here." ----- "So... you're a god?" I asked. I couldn't think of another question to ask. "Yes and no." The cat replied. It did nothing to satisfy my fearful curiosity. How could one both be and not be a god? "Princess-kidnapping was a... niche god, rarely prayed to by still enough to be, you know, and actual deity. So her mana ran out first, and most of it dissipated back into the environment yada yada yada, but like the sponge my mana reserves are, I sucked more of it up than I should have; enough to had just a slight touch of divine control. On par with a low-level demigod. If I was omnipresent, I'd solve me problems with a snap of my claws, and then I wouldn't be hiding from my problems here." "If your powers came from a god, how are yours undefined?" My mind was seeking knowledge now. I was a mage, after all, and this was more than just the opportunity of a lifetime; it was the opportunity of a aeon. "Because I absorbed her essence from the environment before it had the chance to fully dissipate, but still late enough where it was no longer hers." Vixie shrugged "Or something like that, mana gets weird sometimes. All that matters now is my stockpile is slowly increasing its grow rate, which gets annoying pretty fast." "Annoying?" The cat laughed again. "Do you think this is all of my baseline reserve? Half of the reason I stay away from the rest of society is because the last time someone with multiple aura got involved with politics..." She trailed off, and then let another, this time impeccably cast illusion fall. The air around her was burnt crisp with the power of several mandatory auras in her current small size. Twelve tails flicked behind her back, eleven of them made of energy. Floating specs of light, some smaller while others the size of ice crystals surrounded the air around her. The six orbs on her back were joined by six more, and were attached to a ring. Her head had two halos, and her entire body was engraved with glowing lines. If she before radiated power, now she was made of it. The lights on the cave's ceiling flickered as more and more of the illusion fell away. Geometric shapes orbiting her body, a platform made of mana at her feet, lightning whizzing between all sorts of objects. Finally, it was gone, and the cat that stared at me with big, sad, glowing blue eyes had told me her deepest secret. As soon as it had started, the illusion repaired itself, and before me was one cat, a halo, six orbs, two crystals, and two mana tails. I did the second most instinctive thing when it came to seeing a cat. I pulled her in for a hug. There was a quickly quieted hiss as she squirmed a bit in my grip, trying to get more comfortable, before letting herself get stroked by me. Several images flashed before my eyes, and a tear came out of mine. We had gone to war against the less lucky sapients on our world, and were now paying the price. It felt like hours, but then my stomach growled, reminding me I hadn't eaten in literal days. Vixie shot out of my grip and led the way down into the cave. I followed, and soon enough I was eating some salted crackers with dried meat and cheese while Vixie moved around between other caves. "What are you doing?" I asked her between bites. "Packing," She replied. "Why?" "It's time I got out of here and, to follow the phrase, touched some grass." ----- It took three days for the elf, whose name was Nick, to recover enough to be able to make the journey to Cellyia. In those three days, I realized just how - and why - the Civilized Races looked at us the way they did. For starters, I'd forgotten just how many things ran on electricity, let alone other, more complicated mechanics. Pressurized water, instant hot water, even sinks, showers, and toilets were all completely unknown to the 'civilized races.' Ah, yes. Civilized without toilet paper. Bitter ramblings about the people who set off the chain reaction of events that killed my family aside, those were the second longest three days of my life; the first was my thirteenth birthday so I could get a personal HUD and social media. I was also a mess of thoughts. The elf had shown me, over the course of the three days - aside from the two-minute get-my-life-together moment - that I couldn't hide from my problems forever, or they would team up and try to hunt me. Hence my new, reluctant guest from the overflowing hospital they had oh-so-nicely delivered to my door. I had words for the medical staff. And I was also a mess of thoughts. Did I mention that one already. In all seriousness, Nick adapted to electronics pretty well. All I had to do was explain what it was, what it did, and file it under the name of science. It took an impressive four minutes of rambling about quantum mechanics before Vick realized that he was in way over his head asking how the 'magic rock that can half-think with bottled lightning' worked. He backed out when I yanked a textbook from my knowledge hoard and flipped through the pages to the start to explain how quantum superposition affected the set of particles it was entangled to. Fun. Finding out what toothbrushes were took some convincing, but soon the elf's teeth started to recover from lack of proper dental care. Food was easier than I expected, and Vick was pretty accepting of whatever I tossed on his plate. Except for artichokes, for some reason he hated those. Over the three days we bonded, and Nick got pretty used to life in my home. On the second day I moved him to the guest bedroom I had built but never maintained, but one wave of my paw and a splurge of magic later that was solved. "Why don't you use magic more often?" Nick asked. I explained that was much as I wanted to burn my reserves like they were a forest before a forest fire, the mental strain was tough without learning proper casting, which requires one to drain their reserves to practice wielding physical willpower. That meant that I was caught in an infinite loop of negativity, so I could only get away with a couple spells a day before the mental exhaustion metaphorically turned my brain to mush. On the morning of the fourth day, we left. Honestly, Nick could have left on the first day but I wanted him to be able to have the stamina to walk around for hours on end with me in Cellyia. Either way, as long as he kept by me it would be fine. There was a small population of elves, humans, and dwarves who had come up to the TFSU for one reason or another and never left, which meant that he wouldn't be too far out of place. My plan, instead of just flying into the Cellyia while steering clear of the airport, was to make it to the closest town, Lymian, and take a train from there north to Union Station. It would dump us a bit further downtown than I liked, but Cellyia was built in levels, and I could take the footpath level to wherever I needed. All said and done and one passenger seat clipped to my saddlebag harness on my dragon form, I opened the door to my cave. And was promptly blocked by a wall of snow. "Right," I half-grumbled. I enjoyed tunneling through snow, but spray would make the entrance cave wet and that wouldn't dry for another couple days, and until it did the sound of drips would echo throughout my home like nothing else. Either way, checking one last time that Nick was secure, I prepared my wings and powered forward. The snow and ice parted for me, and then melted and fixed itself back together behind me as I power-swam through the snow the same way I would through water. After ten seconds of this, I burst up from the snow-covered mountain the snowstorm had left behind and started to change my heading for Lymian. It would take thirty minutes of flying to get there, as I was flying lower and slower than usual to take care of my passenger, but we soon enough turned the next mountain and saw the town. The elf gasped as he took in the sights, while I kept my eye out for more activity. It had been fortified as a military base due to the war, but not by much; the town was useless from a defensive standpoint anyway. I spotted the next train arriving from its winding track around the next mountain, which also meant that I was a bit early. The citizens of Lymian were used to my presence, as I usually stopped by to pick up supplies and occasionally a bit of correspondence. So when I landed on top of a several story tall snow pile, nobody cared. I let Nick out, and then transformed into my cat form and slid down the snow pile to start to jogging towards the train station. That's when I remembered that unlike me, elves without snowshoes do not float on snow. Oops. ----- The sights were more than pretty, more than beautiful... If the gods had rejected these people, they might have just as well done it out of jealousy. After I'd been dropped off on top of a snow mound, I immediately flattened myself on my stomach to not fall through. I'd been in more than enough snowstorms and snow mounds to know how it would go if I didn't. The cat climbed the hill below me, reappearing as naturally as the snow fell. "Sorry," Vixie apologized. "Here, let me..." I felt the snow melt around me and we descended down to the ground. Vixie glowed brightly, literally; Even using as little magic as reshaping some snow was threatening to cascade out of her form. We moved to the train station without incident, where the massive 'train cars' were loaded full of passengers and cargo and then taken off towards the big city. Apparently this was the same one the hero burned, but the 'rebuilding and recovery efforts we going well; no critical infrastructure had been severely damaged.' Either way, the ride there was uneventful. Stepping out into Union Station was different. It was like I had entered a busy capital marketplace or square, with everyone rushing in another direction to another place. I trailed after Vixie, where even the oddity of an elf in these mountains was outshone by just how many different races there were; beastkin and kobolds and orcs and undead all filled the streets in, well, peace. "The city is built in layers," Vixie explained. "So while yes, residential and office towers here in the capital were set alight, underground public transit, personal transit, and cargo and fluid transit was all untouched, so we were able to circle around the hero and put out the fires to be replaced with smoke generators, and a couple holograms snatched from a nearby cargo transport." I had no idea what any of that meant, only that the city also had extensive underground bits. The towers soared over everything, and lights covered every spare centimeter of the city. Vixie led me down market stalls, across plazas, through parks and through building lobbies. Eventually, the babble increased, something I didn't think was possible. "Welcome to the commercial district," Vixie said after she had pulled me into a corner away from the masses of people and crowds moving around. "We're right near the harbor, and when we get there I'm going to show you the lighthouse and explain the city a bit better." I almost lost track of Vixie as we continued to move through the throngs of people going about their daily lives. I saw a couple boarded up shops, but most of them were either undamaged or didn't care about the scorch marks on their shops. Jewelry boutiques and grocery stores lived in tandem with furniture stores and a massive slab of too-smooth-to-be-natural stone of a rock type I had never seen before. It was covered in signs depicting some kind of diagram. Right around the corner was the waterfront, with a massive promenade running alongside it. Snow-covered trees lined the walkways, and soon enough Vixie and I came out of the crowd near a large, tall abandoned - though no unmaintained - building. "Right then," Vixie explained and started climbing. "Here's the old lighthouse, it's perfect for seeing the city. They never officially decommissioned it, so it's still legal to climb and properly maintained, but they never use it either." "What was the large thing they were building?" I asked, clambering onto the next ladder. "That? Oh, that was the space elevator." Vixie replied. "The ground part has been completed for three years now, we're just waiting for the rest of the nanotubes to make it into orbit and then run a kevlar cord up, follow it down with the space-grade heavy-duty nanotube cord, and then that's that." "Space?..." I was confused. "When the gods said that they were higher than mortals, you took that both figuratively and literally; they live above you and in a higher dimension. In this case, space is where they live in terms of height, but not number of dimensions. We're working on interdimensional travel, and interuniversal too, but those aren't replicatable on any sort of large scale yet." Vixie shrugged. "Either way, it's not like I care." "But you have it?" I pressed. "Dimensional travel." "Yes." She replied. "Well," I let out a short laughed. "The Civilized Nations are screwed over." "That's putting it lightly," She climbed on top of the last platform and showed me the city against the setting sun, lit up brighter than the night sky and more lively than the earth. It was beautiful. I sat there and watched the city glow with a power not even the gods had, side by side with not a dragon or monster, but a friend. END. A/N: Rushed this last bit of the arc, but school is ramping up at the end of the year so it was either fast story or incomplete story, and I chose fast story. Happy pride month, everyone, and I hope to see more of you when I have more time. Original Prompt: [WP] For as long as all the races have known, Dragons have been seen as violent, destructive creatures. After an attack on your village, you black out and find yourself in the den of a dragon. It's rather annoyed that that is how they're seen, and wants to prove that isn't the case. u/Lycan_Jedi
thank you for the prompt! Part 1
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2023.06.06 04:04 jayjaydz Question about manuals
I come from a skateboarding background and for me, the way I learnt manuals, I was practicing in a parking lot and doing a few spaces at a time, and I feel like I reached a point where it just 'clicked', and I went from being able to manual a few seconds to being able to manual the entire parking lot very quickly.
As for BMX, I can manual about 5 spaces at most, I'm wondering for most, will it suddenly just click and get way easier or is it just a gradual learning curve ?
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2023.06.06 03:51 CourierAl Is it worth getting PPF and ceramic coating if I street park under trees and have no garage?
I live in the city so all I've got is street parking and whilst I want to make my car nice I'm not sure if it's beneficial if I don't have my own garage.
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2023.06.06 03:48 HulksmashHulks Ender 3 V2 Neo issue (brand new)
Hey there guys, long story short I have had around five or more ENDER three printers, and recently decided to finally upgrade to something nicer, which was the ender three V2 neo! But I’m experiencing a weird problem where my printer will randomly stop, and the extruder will basically park itself and if I just click literally any button, it will heat back up and resume the print. Does anybody know why it’s doing that and how I could fix that as I feel on some prints not printing all the way through can create a weak point and in general it’s just annoying to have to walk back at random times to check and see if I need to click that random button to finish out the rest of my print. Any help or tips would be greatly appreciated. Thank you greatly in advance!
PS: this is my second one as I ordered my first one from Amazon. It did the same thing, so I returned it after talking to Support, who told me to try and update software, which was a nightmare in itself for me honestly, but I figured it out and it ended up just making my printer screen freeze and do nothing else after that, so now I have another one but it does the same exact thing so I really am not trying to try and update the firmware again I’m really hoping it’s something simple.
Also, would love any suggestions for another printeunder around $500 area that prints really well as my under three literally I call it my trusty steed as I always will have one as a back up! ALWAYs (brand new one in the box right now just waiting to be used. :-) )
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2023.06.06 03:38 theshamewizard Best quesadilla in LB?
Not too messy with high quality meat and bonus points for being easily accessible (parking, not too long of a line, can call ahead etc.) bc why TF am I going to chipotle every week for a quesadilla???
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2023.06.06 03:38 DragonflyWing Why can't people just think things through for a minute??
Ugh! I'm so frustrated with people who get an idea, and immediately run off half cocked when they have no clue what they're doing. Not even 5 minutes to research, ask advice from people with more info, nothing. I need to vent.
There are two people in my life that do this constantly. They need instant gratification and are never willing to listen when someone suggests just taking a minute to think things through. Normally, their decisions do not affect me, so I try not to stick my nose in unless they ask me for input. Twice this month, though, both of these people made rash decisions that directly affect me, and I am exasperated, to put it mildly.
First was my mom. Even though we live in different states, I'm on a family phone plan with her, and we had been on our current plan for about a year. We really liked it; it was an unlimited plan with great 5g coverage, and I could use mobile hotspot to do my online classes (our home wifi isn't great). I also really liked my phone, which had great battery life and all the features I needed.
Well, my mom decided she didn't like her phone, but instead of trying to upgrade it or get a different phone, she just switched mobile carriers completely out of the blue. I guess she was at Costco and saw a sign for AT&T offering a free phone when you purchase a data plan. She said she thought it was a "sign" (yes, is called advertising, mom), and immediately signed up. I got a phone call from her at 8am asking if I wanted a black phone or a purple phone. I tried to talk her out of it, but she was already dead set and basically wasn't even hearing me. Within 5 minutes of googling, I discovered AT&T doesn't have 5g coverage here, the plan didn't have unlimited data or mobile hotspot, and the free phone she got me has shorter battery life and is much smaller than I prefer. I was very upset, but I didn't get into it with her because she pays for the plan, and it was already done.
PLUS, in order to get the credit for the free phones, you had to send in your old phone to trade in within 30 days. So I couldn't even keep the phone I really liked. Plus, my sibling that is also on the family plan missed the cutoff, and had to pay $800 for the new phone. It was a mess.
That was a walk in the park compared to the second one, though. My children and I live with my sibling (who uses they/them pronouns) right now while I'm going through a divorce and going back to school. I'm eternally grateful to them for letting us stay here, so here's another situation where I don't feel like I can say anything without seeming ungrateful (hence, you bromos get to hear it ;)).
This weekend, my sibling decided that they were getting a new sink and vanity for the bathroom. Ok, cool. I should mention that they are not particularly handy, and had never done this before. So they pulled out the old sink, and found that the hot water valve underneath was stuck. Ok, so we shut off the hot water to the house until they could get the new sink in. However, they had forgotten you also need a faucet. So they ordered it, but it wasn't going to arrive for a few days. This was annoying, but I figured it was no big deal. We could wash our hands and brush our teeth at the kitchen sink 10 feet away for a couple days.
Uh oh. We couldn't turn the hot water back on because the valve under the bathroom sink was stuck, so now we also had no hot water at all until the new faucet came. I was getting frustrated at this point.
AND THEN, when pulling the sink out, my sibling noticed that there was tile underneath the laminate flooring, and decided to rip all the laminate out right then. There was a piece that they couldn't get to behind the toilet, so they decided to MOVE THE TOILET to get it out. The thing is though, they had no idea how a toilet is attached, and didn't think to look it up, or ask me. They didn't empty the water out of it, although thank goodness they shut off the water valve at the base. So, they broke the wax ring and snapped the PVC on the closet flange.
So now we had no sink, no hot water, and no toilet.
I suggested we call a plumber, but they said they could handle it, called in sick to work, and proceeded to make about 10 trips to the hardware store (because they kept getting the wrong things even though I said I would send pictures and measurements or whatever they needed), as I was shuttling kids to Walmart to use the bathroom. Eventually, they were crying with frustration in my arms and finally agreed to call a plumber.
The plumber came, and $500 later, we have hot water and a working toilet. Still no bathroom sink, though.
Like...I get wanting to make your ideas a reality as soon as possible, but can't we just Google for 5 minutes? Or ask the people we might be affecting? Please?
Ooof, if anyone made it this far, thanks for letting me vent. Time for some mindless TV to unwind.
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2023.06.06 03:37 SLO_RICE If you know, you know.
2023.06.06 03:36 Trans_Alpha_Cuck Linville Gorge preparation
Hi fellow hikers! I’m driving down to your state next week to take on the full Linville Gorge but want to get as much info as I can before taking the plunge because I have heard the full Gorge loop is a beast! First where is a good starting point to park? I have a front wheel drive sedan so I’m slightly limited in where I can go. Second what can I expect for weather this time of year? How bad will the bugs be? I have quite a bit of hiking experience and I’m in excellent physical shape but I’m giving myself 3 full days to do the gorge, will this be enough? Any suggestions are also very welcome, thank you!
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2023.06.06 03:32 Sehr_Dick Trolley Square Residential
Moving to Wilmington in a few months and we're looking into an apartment on Delaware Ave in Trolley Square. Only problem is there's only one parking spot available for two people. Is it feasible to get street parking in the area routinely or should we look into parking garages around?
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2023.06.06 03:28 Cloddish My Classic Rock Story
This story began with my discovery of the greatest era of music of all time, the classic rock era. The very first “classic rock” music that I remember hearing was The Beach Boys. I came from a somewhat culturally stifled exposure to the “secular” music of mankind, growing up. So, upon hearing The Beach Boys for the first time, I simply could not fathom the pure, raw, jubilant and harmonic energy I was hearing. I believe it was in 1998 or right around the time that I was in 6th grade, and I was up at my grandparents’ cabin in Siren, Wisconsin. I remember our next-door neighbor at the cabin had a cute girl named Jenny that my cousin Josh and I were both chasing after. I think my cousin was more interested in the girl, while I was keen on getting another chance at listening to The Beach Boys on her CD player. At any rate, I remember being instantly fascinated with the sport of surfing and I wanted to know more about it. I remember downloading or looking up a video of the 1966 “The Endless Summer” documentary directly because of having listened to The Beach Boys. It was a revolutionary moment in my cultural expansion as a young boy and that was a very memorable summer for me. As time wore on to the early 2000’s era when music downloading was only in its infancy, I once upon a time downloaded a Deep Purple song: "Hush" because I had heard about Deep Purple whisperings from my dad. I liked this “Hush” song so much I played it for my dad, asking him if he had heard of this song before as I knew it was from his era and this might trigger an interesting response or memory from him. My Father responded affirmatively. My Dad then proceeded to tell me a story, it was a story about himself; about a Deep Purple concert he had attended when he was younger. He didn't give me too many details and I’m not sure what age he was, or I can't remember all of the details, but he told me about how, somehow; during this concert-which must have been at the Met-he had ended up at the front of the speaker stacks at Deep Purple’s front stage. He told me that he continued to spend the entire show plugging his ears as hard as he could, he said it was the most awful concert he had ever been to in his life. I’m not sure if he couldn’t get away from the speakers or why he allowed himself to be subjugated to such an incessant onslaught of auditory pain, but that’s just what transpired, I guess. He told me that afterward, he was in pain and that his ears were ringing for weeks, and he told me he believed his hearing was noticeably impaired in the months and years that followed. So naturally, having heard my dad tell this story I was instantly even more fascinated with this powerful band called: Deep Purple. And, if you didn't know or weren't aware, Deep Purple is or was considered at one point: "The Loudest Band in the World", or something to that effect. Of course, I didn't know that at the time and my dad; I’m guessing, also did not know that at the time he attended the Deep Purple concert. So, upon hearing that story as a young man-I think I might have been in junior high school at the time-again, I was intrigued with this mysterious band: Deep Purple, that had ruined my dad’s hearing at one point in his life. Unfortunately, I didn't get too many other details about that show from him at that time, as I could tell he wasn't really too fond of the experience or memory altogether and maybe he was also little embarrassed that I was so interested and fascinated having heard about it. It is really a hilarious memory.
Anyway, this story my father had told me really fascinated me as a young man and I knew that- whatever I did; I must remember the name of the band Deep Purple.
Music was somewhat difficult to acquire at this time in my young life, unless I wanted to drop $15 for a new CD at Best Buy or perchance find it discounted at Half-Priced Books, Cheapo or the like. This was far too expensive a price to pay simply to explore the music that was out there, now yes, I did have KQRS, but the scope of KQRS, like many modern classic rock radio stations; the playlists are always limited to the five-hundred or so blue-chip hits. So, what I discovered was that used records could be acquired for much cheaper, in fact only $.99 at Goodwill, but Goodwill had limited options. Also, another problem I ran into during this time was that I didn't have a vast mental capacity quite yet built up for what the “good” classic rock era albums were. Bands or artists’ knowledge hadn’t yet really accumulated in up in my head at least not enough for quick album art recall, so it was difficult to know what was good at the time. The particular Goodwill that I frequented the most as a young man was located in Hopkins, MN and it was somewhat dingy, but I loved it. One day I discovered a very used, worn-out white ring around the sleeve of a golden “Deep Purple: Live in Japan” record, which was recorded over three nights in the late summer of 1972. I remember during those days when my classic rock album knowledge wasn’t so good, but I had a crude system of helping me “guess-timate” on what might be a good album. I would tell myself that the closer an album was in year to the late 60’s and early 70’s the better chance it was good. Because I knew, classic rock sort of lost its way and got bombastic in the 1980’s, for better or for worse. At least, this was the rock n’ roll historical narrative I had created in my head at the time. So I checked the date of the Deep Purple album: 1972, not bad. So, I bought that record because this was my chance to experience Deep Purple for myself for the first time.
I remember biking home with the record in a plastic bag over the handlebars of my bike and it kept bumping into the bike as I rode home getting even more scuffed up. When I got home, I put the record on my parents Onkyo (ironically also Japanese) turntable and a Genesis sound system, this was a pretty decent sound system. I remember, when I got home, I was all alone in the house, so I really had the opportunity to crank up the volume to air this album out a bit. And when I listened to that album, my life and conception of rock and roll; whatever I thought that was, flipped on its head and changed me, fundamentally as a person. Granted, I had listened to some of Led Zeppelin’s material to be sure, but I had never ever heard a band rock out so fucking hard like this in my life. It was a truly amazing experience. I highly recommend that album to everyone.
But what you have to appreciate is that during this time it was somewhat difficult for me to know which albums were "good" and to be sought after. I just happened to hit this one time on the motherlode with this live Deep Purple album. The knowledge was out there, yet difficult to attain for a young, sheltered midwestern Christian boy. So, I spent a lot of my time seeking out records at Goodwill after this experience, where no one could filter the music, I was listening to and naturally I developed a very steeled, rebellious, pretentious and opinionated stance on my right as a human to listen to whatever the heck I wanted to around this time as well. Plus, Goodwill had the added bonus of consistently being populated with lots of interesting people to watch, not to mention lots of fun clothes to try on and just mess around and have fun. I remember one day at Goodwill, I saw these two very particular middle-aged gentlemen, guys I would call “greaseballs”; seedy types who waited at the doors from the warehouse sorting areas, in order to get their greedy hands immediately upon the incoming records from the back sorting warehouse. They took immediate authority over sifting through the records, and it was clear to me that I was going to have to wait to get sloppy seconds after these record campers. I asked myself a question:
“Who were these music gate-keeping fucks?”
Of course, I didn't know how to feel at the time, and I was just sort of annoyed and confused as a young guy. I wanted a chance at checking out the records, but these two guys clearly had the goods staked out for first dibs. At any rate, I watched over their shoulders and made note of the ones that they picked from their fast-paced sorting, trying to remember the album artwork. While they were thumbing through, I even recognized the man carrying sticks on the cover of Led Zeppelin IV and reached out for it in desperation, but one of them instantly blurted out, something to the effect of:
“Nuh, uh uh.”
Or something to that effect and gobbled it up into their stack of collections…It was from that point on I realized how cutthroat this mystic, esoteric knowledge accumulation about music and attaining music was, and I think it made my purpose ever more steeled and resolved from that point forward.
I had only begun to scratch the surface of my quest for discovering the depths of the greatest music of all time, classic rock. This quest had another nuance I will now attempt to explain. You see, classic rock is profane music of the secular world. Therefore, it was forbidden to me as a young man, or sometimes it was begrudgingly tolerated. So naturally, this created within me a burning need to rebel. I had to listen to classic rock if it meant shaking the fucking heavens and the earth. For some reason I really felt it necessary to rebel and to rebel hard. And somehow, coupling that with a saga to discover forbidden music, it had now become in the mind of this young man, a somewhat spiritual prerogative to fulfill this discovery quest, some way, somehow.
Why am I writing all of this? I guess I was bored during the pandemic and put a lot of thought and energy into thinking about this while at work. Music has always been a companion to me during the toughest times in my life, conversely music has also consistently been a celebration of exuberance and happiness during the good times. The music that existed during the mid-1960’s though the late 1980’s; otherwise known as the classic rock era, has always held a special place in my heart. However, I never could find a playlist that truly encapsulates or effectively represents all of the great music from this era. Most of the classic rock playlists out there were somehow for some reason exclusionary of certain groups, genres and styles for one reason or another. I have spent over a decade working with programs like Pandora and iHeartRadio doing research attempting to compile a comprehensive, inclusive and fully representative playlist, that faithfully showcases the music from the classic rock era. I used Pandora at first because I was lazy. I attempted to use Pandora’s algorithm to build this playlist for me, I spent years attempting to get the algorithm to do what I want, but it never could never be a truly random shuffle among other drawbacks.
Fast forward to Summer of 2020, I had finally had enough with Pandora and with the pandemic in full swing, I decided that I had to build this playlist by hand if I wanted to do it right. That meant taking on the herculean task of digging into every single notable band, group, singer-songwriter, “super-group”, ensemble and the like that existed during the years circa 1964-1989. Why those years? Chosen rather quickly and arbitrarily. Also, this task consisted of the inclusion factor, that meant digging expressly deeper into the deepest, darkest lairs of obscurity and obtusity that this musical era had to offer. The pandemic was this playlist’s ultimate inspiration, music was going to get me through this pandemic like it had all the other tough times in my life and I was resolved to utilize my classic rock knowledge over the years to build the best playlist I could. But what does the “Best” mean? To me, it meant a playlist that was as fully representative of this era in music as possible, without superfluous and capricious exclusion of artists, no matter how difficult or esoteric the listening experience may be. This was my formula. Therefore, the term “Rock” is used loosely when defining this playlist; this music certainly “rocks” but not all of it is strictly “Rock ‘N Roll”, however all of it was certainly influenced and indeed inspired by the burgeoning “rock” movement of the 50’s and 60’s. I hope that makes some sense. Also, I was sick of the corporate KQRS DJs of the Twin Cities, who play the same recycled 500 or so hits over and over with no room for pushing those boundaries, as was the original intention of the music to begin with.
At any rate, I decided I would use Spotify as the custodian for this playlist, simply because their catalog is the vastest compared to most music platforms, it is free to download and their prices are reasonable for subscriptions. I realize Spotify does have some scummy business practices for paying artists royalties and it’s a shame not to have Joni Mitchell and Neil Young among others on here, but it is what it is, and I had to make this playlist somehow. Just the same, I worked on this playlist almost every single day through the pandemic, researching hundreds of bands while I did it; all from that pristine era of music that had captivated me early on. In years past, I have put tremendous amounts of mental energy into reading up on band biographies and discographies before, but during the pandemic I researched music from that era more exhaustively than I ever have before. I really went at it with everything I had, even purchasing “The Rolling Stone Encyclopedia of Rock & Roll” to assist me referencing bands not covered much online. I guess this is what my history major B.A. degree brain remnant does for me these days. I’m going to be honest with you, this is not your dad’s or your mom’s classic rock playlist. It took me the entire first year of the pandemic to fill the playlist to Spotify’s 10,000 song threshold, but the playlist was still just a rough blueprint at that point. I spent the following two years honing, polishing, adding and removing songs in order to continue to attempt to make this playlist as representative of the era as possible, with a heavy leaning on “rock”.
So, with the pandemic finally coming to a close recently, I am finally beginning to feel confident that this playlist is finally finished after three long years of amazingly illuminating research and lots and lots of listening.
Without further elaboration or story time, here it is after three long years of hard work; 10,000 meticulously curated and extensively researched with zero dead or duplicate tracks as Spotify frequently adds and removes music. Consisting of, but not limited to the following genres: Folk, Country, Progressive, Early Metal, NWOBHM (New Wave of British Heavy Metal), Space Rock, Fusion, British Invasion, New Wave, Punk, Pub, Blues, Psychedelic, Garage, Reggae (just Bob Marley), International, Krautrock, Funk, Soul, Disco, Art-Rock, Experimental, R&B and AOR (Album Oriented Rock) from circa 1964-1989 (dates chosen arbitrarily). This playlist is inclusive of race, gender and nationality. Be aware, this playlist is intended to expand your horizons and challenge your listening experience. Admittedly, this era did generate A LOT of challenging music that pushed the boundaries of numerous musical conventions, that was the point. I recommend putting this playlist on shuffle and just listening, thank you for your time reading all of this, I hope you enjoy listening as much as I have. Below is the link for the playlist, I hope you all will enjoy it: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4syEv4GeWCOv9LAQlKzq1K?si=341f43e85dfe4ff8
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2023.06.06 03:27 AvocadoCat90034 6/25 - Secret Time Tunnel Hike & Swimming Hole Meetup
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Los Angeles Fun Events Time Tunnel Hike
Tucked within Topanga Canyon is the coolest hike that you have likely never even heard of. (No, it's not on AllTrails!) -- Introducing the Topanga Time Tunnel Hike!
A storm drain? You bet! But, not just any storm drain! Follow this tunnel, and you will be led to a beautiful grotto hidden away on the other side. It really does feel like you crossed to another world!
We recommend parking along Topanga Canyon Road (Pay attention to the signage, and do not block the roadway (e.g. do not park over the white line!)) -- Roadside parking is free!
It's recommended to use Jalan Jalan Imports as the meeting point to start this hike.
The trail entrance is located at 1636 S. Topanga Canyon Road (west side of road), and is located 20 feet down past the Slippery When Wet road sign.
Sure, it looks pretty ominous, but what great adventure doesn't start out that way? The tunnel appears steeper than it actually is -- you can easily walk through upright, using your hands to help navigate the tunnel.
Welcome, Time Traveler-- you have arrived! At the bottom of the tunnel, you will proceed by turning to the right. The trail contains a lot of three-to-four foot boulders that involve a decent amount of rock scrambling. We recommend wearing shoes with good grip that you don't mind getting wet.
Continue straight along this trail (total trail length ~2 miles), and you will find more fun surprises -- log crossings, waterfalls, swimholes and sometimes even fish!
This is one of my favorite spots in LA and I love sharing this adventure with others -- it's probably one of the most exciting and surprising hikes you can find.
I highly recommend stopping by in the summer months -- The photo below was taken in late July of 2020 -- the water was crystal clear, swimmable and extremely refreshing. We even saw plenty of fish! Absolutely worth the visit. (I will warn that in winteearly spring the water may not be so clear-- it really depends; I would plan to return again in the summer).
2023.06.06 03:26 UnableBreak9638 The Hitchhiker
I found myself on a dark and lonely road, hitchhiking my way through the night. The pebbles that lay on the ground filled my shoe, the uncomfortable feeling repeated itself every step but still unbothered to stop. The darkness of the night filled an empty void with fear inside of me. The thought of what could happen to me all alone lingered in my mind. While walking, the noise of the wind swooshed intensely through the trees' trunks and cotyledons. The eerie sound gave me goosebumps and the hair inside my windbreaker stood up. In the distance, white and yellow lights blared rapidly through my eyes. Intrigued but scared, I walked towards the signals of light. Confused and after passing some evergreen, my pupils attached to what seemed like a highway. Finally, I sighed, maybe someone could help me, I thought to myself. I stuck out my thumb onto the road, hoping that someone would help. My black glove protected my hand from the cold and the rowdy breeze. The cars passed by, untroubled and unhelpful, yet, remaining with faith, I stood there. Minutes passed that felt like hours until finally a red old Chevrolet c/k 2500 flashed the headlights on my face, and pulled the car into the side road. I approached the dark-tinted window without properly seeing his face. A black hat and a red button-up shirt were barely visible. The driver had a sinister smile, and his eyes gleamed with a diabolical intensity. I stood there, still and somewhat terrified, yet against my better judgment I jumped in. The driver introduced himself as Mr. Blackwood, a man of enigmatic charm. I greeted him and then rested my head on the car window, far away from him. I took my right hand and reached to the back, hoping to feel the seat belt buckle. To my surprise, there it was. Feeling a little more confident I grabbed it and pulled it across from me, while looking for the handle, lightning struck the car seats and below me, there were stains of blood. Suddenly, my body went through an electric shock, paralyzed in the seat. I knew if I made a sudden movement or acted scared he might kill me. Trying to be calm, I still tried to buckle my seatbelt, the red handle button was standing there and I inserted it into the little buckle hole that was supposed to click in. Unfortunately, it wouldn't, struggling and sweating, the seat belt would not buckle. Mr. Blackwood sighed and told me, “Sorry there, for the last 3 years I had hunted deer, the weight eventually would break it. I'm so sorry.” He then replied rapidly, “No one gets in my car alive” He laughed sinisterly, alluding that he only gives rides to dead deer. His car sped through the pitch-black night. My fatigue was finally catching up to me and my eyes began to weigh on me. But my intense feeling of death and fear kept me awake. Weaving through winding roads as the trees whispered ominous secrets. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The uncomfortable silence filled the air of the two-door pickup, and my eyes felt curious to see what Mr. Blackwood's attire was or if there was any escape from this car. I tried to silently slither my head a little to the left. My eyes went to the corner of my eye socket to figure out something about him. When my eye focused on the mysterious figure I could see him staring blankly back at me, not paying attention to the road whatsoever. His head quickly looked back at the road, as if he was ashamed and tried to hide the fact he was staring at me. With each passing mile, silence and small talk filled the air, and Mr. Blackwood's stories grew more twisted and menacing. He spoke about the crimes he was involved with when he was younger: “You know I was somewhat of a troublemaker when I was young” He said, “See when I was young we lived in a pretty big house. I wasn't privileged but I had my fun.” He stopped, sighed for a moment, and then responded, “My mommy was always inside and father wasn't around too much. My brother was practically my only friend. After some years, on my 13th birthday, my brother and I played cops and robbers. My momma just gave me a toy handgun, and my brother and I ran and trapped the maid. She was always the bad guy.” He kept on going “We had her on the lawn, she was trapped by 2-inch thick rope and the final act was to execute her. I pointed my brand-new handgun at her head and shot. We never saw her after” He laughed. His southern accent kept me on edge, and the way a grown man mid-fifties kept referring to her mother as momma gave me chills. It became clear that I was trapped with a man capable of unimaginable horrors. As the car raced on, the surroundings grew eerier. The moon disappeared behind dark clouds, casting an unsettling shadow over the landscape. I tried to escape, to open the car door and tumble onto the street, but it was locked. Also, there were no stop signs or anything that would make this man stop. Mr. Blackwood grinned as he watched my failed escape. Panic consumed me as I realized that I was trapped with a diabolical predator. The rhythmic thumping of my heart echoed the cyclical nature of my terror. With no way out, I summoned every ounce of courage and confronted Mr. Blackwood. I desperately demanded to know his true intentions, hoping to find a way to survive. But his response sent a chill down my spine. "Your fate was sealed the moment you stepped into my car," he hissed, his voice dripping with malevolence. "You are a pawn in my twisted game, and there's no escaping the tragic ending that awaits you." The words keep repeating in my hollow mind. My mind raced as I tried to unravel the web of Mr. Blackwood's plans. I was scared to death, not knowing when was going to be the end of me. I shivered, cried, and begged for mercy. I promised him I wouldn't say a single thing, but, once again, he looked at me as he added a small laugh as grinned directly at me. As the night wore on, I realized that I couldn't trust my senses. Mr. Blackwood's words and actions blurred the line between reality and nightmare. I managed to outsmart Mr. Blackwood, turning the tables on him. I managed to convince Blackwood for him to end my life in my family garage where most of my ancestors had passed away. He didn't know I was going to fight back once I was out of the car. Arriving at the family garage, I rushed out of the car for a secret gun my dad had stashed inside the glove box of a 1977 Ford F-150. I kept it behind my back, covered by my shirt, so he wouldn't see it. Having the gun was certainly better, but there were still shivers down my entire body. “Alright kid, it's time to die,” said Mr. Blackwood with a big smile on his face. He took out a large wooden ax from the pick-up. The silver edge reflected the face of Mr. Blackwood. As soon as he finished sharpening his ax. I was paralyzed, I couldn't feel my legs, but I was still walking. I approached Mr. Blackwood and while he was walking towards me ready to swing the ax directly at my head, I stepped back, pulled out my gun, and shot one time in the middle of his eyebrows. Without hesitation, I finished the cartridge in his head. I had an unexplainable adrenaline rush. A bullet of pleasure ran through my body, replacing my shivering with relief and excitement. Justice prevailed, but the scars of the night's horrors would forever haunt me. I got the keys from the truck and was urged to go to a hospital. I was in shock after what I had lived for the past couple of hours. From being on the verge of death to killing Mr. Blackwood. I had mixed feelings about the situation, but I was focused on getting to the hospital. I sped through the highway until the red cross sign popped up. Getting closer to it I could feel liberty at the grasp of my hand. Yet my intention was not to enter the hospital. I pulled up on the truck off to a side road into the woods. A few miles in, I took a quick right-hand turn and entered the old garage that was lying on the old shack. I parked the truck and made a big jump onto the ground. There were a couple of cars already parked there. I had done this successfully again I thought to myself. So there was I again, the same old empty road that led out of the woods. I started walking down the same path as a normal hitchhiker that led to the highway, ready to have an adrenaline rush from my next victim.
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2023.06.06 03:25 NotTeqxs G2
Any tips for g2 test? I have it on June 7th in the morning:). Ik how to do the basic requirements like 3 point turn, emergency stop, parallel park, hill park
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2023.06.06 03:23 aaudiholic Garage centric house plans
I’m located in Alaska and I’m looking to build a house that has enough room to park 4 vehicles and 2 motorcycles inside. I’ve googled homes with all garage on the bottom and living space up top, but there doesn’t seem to be anything “modern” looking. It would be nice to have the second story to look out at the views. Any direction to look?
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2023.06.06 03:22 danedehotties High turnover, I want a raise, should I ask?
I work for a 500+ insurance company, and our team has taken a huge hit in morale. Its a smaller team, but almost 15-20% of our team has quit within 2 months. Its due to a new bonus structure that only our department has (and its exponentially harder to make than anyone else) and low morale snowballing.
Im currently picking up the slack for the new guy that doesnt know how to do his job, so im working 2 peoples jobs essentially.
I get paid a whopping 41k a year, and it seems like the market average for my area is like, $40k-55k. All id really like is 45k, but hey more is cool.
I dont want to sound greedy, but theres MULTIPLE unpaid salaries right now, the bonus structure is not changed from people leaving (harder to achieve), and they’re having me pick up the slackers work. Oh and the CEO has garages of extra cars, a private jet, and so much more gluttonous displays of wealth.
Is it worth it at my 1:1 to come in with some research and talking points to ask about a small raise? When I talked to HR, they said their starting point for my position was 45k, I just didn’t negotiate at hiring because I was desperate.
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2023.06.06 03:18 jdlr815 Smart Parking Garage
Has anyone parked at Hopkins at the Smart Parking Garage recently? If so, how is availability? There is a message on the airport website that it may be limited.
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2023.06.06 03:14 Jaexual AITA for being honest about my interests?
The other day, my friends and I were planning a hangout and we were debating ideas on where to go and what to do.
Two of my friends settled on playing badminton and I expressed my disinterest. I mentioned that I don't want to do the same things we do each year, as they've become less interesting and fun. I said that I'm looking to expand my experiences rather than live through old activities. I explained that I wouldn't be interested in playing that or doing the same things we always do and therefore wouldn't be going if that's all we did.
Here's some context - my friends and I always say we'd like to do enjoy activities like camping trips, traveling, etc. but rarely ever do the plans that we intend. So I was frustrated and communicated that I wouldn't want to hangout if all we'd be doing is activities that we always do that have lowered in value (imo).
Anyway, we settled on a beautiful park which four of us explored. Later that day, one of our other friends who said he'd meet up with us after the park at a restaurant decided not to citing "it was hot". I expressed disappointment with his reasoning through text as did my other friends. One of my buds started to rant about how he didn't appreciate the way I spoke while we were organizing our get-together. He said that my delivery was negative (we were texting while figuring out what we wanted to do) and I should've worded it differently. I disagreed with him, saying that all I did was express myself and that if he took an issue with it, I suppose I wouldn't reply the next time. I wasn't mad and neither was he, I was merely frustrated with his assessment of my delivery as I viewed it as fine. My other friend, who was in the back of the car while we were driving, agreed, that my delivery was a bit cold/rude. He sounded hesitant in saying that like he was walking on egg shells around me.
The rest of our ride, I felt a bit sucky. On one hand, I merely expressed how I felt and communicated that assertively but also suggested other things we could do (which later led to one of our friends suggesting to go to a park instead.) And on another, I feel like had I just decided to ignore their messages and not show up like one of our friends, I'd be deemed "the asshole." So I'm curious as to what Reddit has to say. With some context, am I the asshole for saying I wouldn't show up if all we played was badminton and indulged in the same ordinary stuff like a cheap meal out? Or is that "threatening" a get together, as one friend pointed out?
Let me know and take care!
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2023.06.06 03:14 djgroovygreen roller coaster fear
i love roller coasters and used to be scared i was the one who was going to get s* not super worried about that anymore but still a little bit. last week o was at the theme park by my house and while i was standing in line i saw someone v* when the ride was coming back into the station. ever since i saw it i’ve been dreading my trip to cedar point that my mom had planned a few months prior. im now here and i am so scared to go on coasters tomorrow. does anyone else experience this? i’ve been on about 40 coasters and probably have ridden them like 100 times and have never had anyone v* while i was on the ride. i know it’s unlikely but after seeing it happen im absolutely terrified. does anyone have any tips on how i can calm myself down?
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2023.06.06 03:11 frones From 2020 Slash ATV to Lib Orcs
I have a 158cm 2020 Slash ATV, I’m considering the switch to a T Rice Orca (probably 156 or even shorter?) or T Rice Pro. Is there any reason I should make that switch? I honestly love the ATV but I wish it wasn’t 9/10 on the stiffness scale and I don’t want to be that guy but the Orca kinda just seems like the board. Not a park guy, just rounded out my 3rd 15ish day season, not scared of going fast and I like side hits.
Bonus points for where I find the best priced 156 Orca :)
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2023.06.06 03:11 MrNature73 [FNV] TTW Having FPS issues, can't figure out why
I'm getting weird FPS drops during gameplay despite my rig being solid for what I'm running. If anyone could help me figure this out that'd be absolutely fantastic. Trying to figure it out before I get too deep into a playthrough so if I have to restart it's not too awful. SPECS
CPU: Ryzen 5 1600x
GPU: AMD RX480 8GB
TTW 3.3.2 Hotfix.esp
Main And Pause Menus Overhaul.esm
Tale of Bi Wastelands.esm
TTW New Vegas Speech Checks.esm
Functional Post Game Ending.esm
Functional Post Game Ending - TTW Patch.esm
A Trail of Crumbs.esm
Functional Post Game Ending - Uncut Wasteland And Extra Collection Patch.esm
Rebuild the Capital.esm
The Mod Configuration Menu.esp
Casino Exchange All.esp
Root 'n Loot.esp
JIP Companions Command & Control.esp
NewVegasKiller - TTW.esp
MTB Megaton Mover.esp
DWD-New Vegas Pack.esp
DWD - TTW Pack.esp
Benny Humbles You and Steals Your Stuff.esp
BLEED TTW - TTW Patch.esp
Rebuild the Capital - No Pony Express Boxes.esp
Weapon Requirements System - TTW Patch.esp
Atmospheric Lighting Tweaks.esp
AWO - BAR.esp
AWO - Norinco.esp
AWO - TommyGun.esp
AWO - TrenchRepeater.esp
Breakdown that surplus ammo.esp
Classic Tactics Inspired Plasma Rifle.esp
DC Arsenal 2.esp
DLC Followers All-In-One.esp
Drug Synthesizer Rebuild the Capital.esp
FaceGen Tint Fix.esp
Fallout 2 combat armor (remastered) replacer b nonaddon.esp
Fallout 2 combat armor MK2 (remastered) replacer.esp
FN FAL SA58.esp
FNV Anim Set - Schofield Revolver.esp
Follower Home Marker TTW.esp
Functional Post Game Ending - AWOP Patch.esm
Functional Post Game Ending - Outside Bets Patch.esp
Functional Post Game Ending - Uncut Wasteland Patch.esp
Functional Post Game Ending - YUP Patch.esm
GRA version (replacer).esp
Little More Lamplight.esp
Malorian Arms 3516.esp
Nevada Arsenal TTW Patch.esp
NS Finnish Weapons Pack TTW - Script Version.esm
NS MP40 TTW - Script Version.esp
NVRA - Uzi.esp
QSWP - TTW Patch.esp
RG Colt 6520.esp
Scottmack Weapons Redone.esm
Sierra Madre Penthouse.esm
Simple Open Strip.esm
Survivalist Rifle Mods.esp
The Megaton Walkway - TTW.esm
TheFrontierReCut - Map.esp
Titans of The New West - Power Armor Sprint JAM.esp
Titans of The New West - Power Armor Sprint JVS.esp
Titans of The New West.esp
TTW - Energy Visuals Plus.esp
TTW Actually Viable Brotherhood Armory.esp
TTW3.3 Project Nevada Super Mutant Fix.esp
Vault 19 Poseidon Pit Stop.esm
Vault 19 Poseidon Pit Stop.esp
Weapons of Our Millenia.esm
Break down more ammo types.esp
All Weapon Sounds Overhaul .esp
Universal Pip-Boy Customization.esp
Weapon Retexture Project.esp
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