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Semi-experienced player ready to play a Barbarian. looking for [18+] [GMT] [RP heavy] [long term] [Homebrew] [Weekday] [online] [5E]

2023.05.31 18:09 Urtrek Semi-experienced player ready to play a Barbarian. looking for [18+] [GMT] [RP heavy] [long term] [Homebrew] [Weekday] [online] [5E]

Hey, my name is Alex 25 male and I'm looking for a group/dm that has a homebrew world to allow me to play my Character Lirael Willowcrest she is a female elf Path of the Ancestral Guardian Barbarian.
I'm happy to start at level one and I've kitted her out with some basic stuff.
a small snippet of her backstory.
Her family is well known for being a part of this fighters guild where they try to defend life instead of taking it. Lirael like most of her family before her enrolled into the guild at a young age where she was given a master to train her and to do their best to show Lirael the way of this guild.
when she was older and was in a sparing session with a fellow classmate she began to lose the fight and one of the Ancestral Guardians showed up to protect her. this caused her to freak out and run away fearing what had happened would bring disappointment and embarrassment to her and her family.
she now roams from town to town and has become an arena fighter. (gladiator background) she's made a small name for herself and earnings.
she's also desperate for love and seeks it wherever she can in hopes that perhaps being able to settle down may bring her slight peace as she doesn't understand what is happening to her with these Guardians.
there is a lot more to this character than I've written down and I'm happy to work with the DM to either expand on it or make some future plot ideas.
{not looking for paid games sorry]
Message me on Discord or leave a message here if you have any questions.
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2023.05.31 18:08 Urtrek Semi-experienced player ready to play a Barbarian. looking for [18+] [GMT] [RP heavy] [long term] [Homebrew] [Weekday] [online] [5E]

Hey, my name is Alex 25 male and I'm looking for a group/dm that has a homebrew world to allow me to play my Character Lirael Willowcrest she is a female elf Path of the Ancestral Guardian Barbarian.
I'm happy to start at level one and I've kitted her out with some basic stuff.
a small snippet of her backstory.
Her family is well known for being a part of this fighters guild where they try to defend life instead of taking it. Lirael like most of her family before her enrolled into the guild at a young age where she was given a master to train her and to do their best to show Lirael the way of this guild.
when she was older and was in a sparing session with a fellow classmate she began to lose the fight and one of the Ancestral Guardians showed up to protect her. this caused her to freak out and run away fearing what had happened would bring disappointment and embarrassment to her and her family.
she now roams from town to town and has become an arena fighter. (gladiator background) she's made a small name for herself and earnings.
she's also desperate for love and seeks it wherever she can in hopes that perhaps being able to settle down may bring her slight peace as she doesn't understand what is happening to her with these Guardians.
there is a lot more to this character than I've written down and I'm happy to work with the DM to either expand on it or make some future plot ideas.
{not looking for paid games sorry]
Message me on discord or leave a message here if you have any questions.
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2023.05.31 15:23 chuckhustmyre [TH] THE DETOUR by Chuck Hustmyre

Not every town is on the map.
"Daddy, I gotta pee."
Dale Thornton looked over his shoulder at his six-year-old son belted into the back seat of their Jeep Cherokee. As the boy squirmed around, Dale looked at his wife in the passenger seat beside him. "Didn't he just go?"
Carol glanced at her watch. "That was over an hour ago." She twisted to look into the back seat. "Can you hold it?"
In the rearview mirror, Dale saw Jesse shake his head. His wife checked her watch again. He could almost see the wheels turning inside her head. She was the family mediator, and she had just come up with something that made perfect sense. One of the reasons he loved her so much was her ability to change gears. In himself, Dale recognized his single-mindedness as a drawback. He admired her flexibility. In more ways than one, he thought. She was a good wife and a good mother.
"It's almost five," Carol said. "Let's stop at the next town. We can all use the restroom and get something to eat."
Dale tugged the spiral-bound road atlas down from where he had wedged it between the visor and the roof. They had left Tulsa that morning, headed for Mardi Gras, and he hoped to be in New Orleans by 10 p.m. Looking at the LOUISIANA page, his eyes traced the route he had highlighted in yellow. They had detoured down old U.S. 167. Rural America was disappearing and Dale wanted his son to see something of it before it was completely gone.
They were somewhere south of Ruston. He couldn't remember if they had passed Jonesboro or not, so the next town was either that or--if they'd already passed it--Winnfield. The gas gauge was on a quarter of a tank. They needed to stop anyway. "All right, honey," he said. "We'll take a break."
Carol laid a hand on his leg. "I'm glad we came this way. You can't see anything from the Interstate."
Ten miles later they sprang upon a small town. There was an old-fashioned, carved wooden sign posted beside the highway. Dale read out loud, "Welcome to Batesville. Population 875."
"What's that mean," Jesse asked.
Dale glanced at his son in the rearview mirror. "That's how many people live here."
"When somebody dies, do they change the number on the sign?"
Carol smiled over her shoulder at Jesse. "I bet they change it when a baby is born."
Just like her. She didn't like to talk about death or dying. Instead, she liked to focus on the good things in life, babies, birthdays, and family vacations. She had always been like that but more so since her grandfather passed away last year. She had been very close to him, closer than she had ever been to her father.
Dale sneaked a glance at her. She was his angel but an angel with dark secrets. She had shared some of those secrets with him but not all of them, probably because she knew the abuse in her life disturbed him so much. "That sign probably hasn't been changed in twenty years," he said.
"Why put it up if it's not right?" Jesse asked.
Good question. "I don't know, son."
As they got into the little town, Dale was impressed. The side streets that cut off of the highway were lined with neat wooden houses, most of them with white picket fences. A lot of the little towns they had passed through looked run down and dirty, but not this one. Batesville was clean and pretty.
When they came to the town's only traffic light, Dale saw a business on each corner: a hotel, a gas station, a restaurant, and the Batesville General Store. Before the light turned green, Dale pulled the Jeep beside the pumps at the gas station. A middle-aged man wearing oil stained coveralls stepped out from the office. "What can I do you for?" he asked. His tone was friendly, something you didn't hear at many gas stations these days.
Dale stepped out of the driver's seat and stretched. "I need a fill-up and some food." Then he jerked his thumb toward the back seat. "And my son needs to use the head."
The man wiped his hands on a rag he pulled out of his pocket. Then he shook Dale's hand. "Dudley Simpson. I can help you with the gas and the bathroom for your boy, but as for food, afraid all I got is potato chips and sodas." He pointed to the restaurant across the street. "Right over there is the best food in town." He laughed. "Only restaurant we got, but I wouldn't kid you. It's really good. Restroom's not too bad either."
Jesse said he could hold it until they got to the restaurant, so Dale sent him and Carol across the street to get a table. When he reached for the gas pump, Dudley Simpson stopped him. "I don't charge extra for full service. Every car comes through here I pump the gas, look under the hood, and check the tires."
"Don't see that too much anymore," Dale said.
"Guess I'm kind of old-fashioned."
After Dudley finished, Dale added a couple of bucks to the bill. He felt a little awkward, unsure if he could tip the owner of a gas station without insulting him. But Dudley took no offense, just said thank you and asked him to stop in again on their way home.
When Dale turned the key, nothing happened. He turned it again and still nothing happened. Just a click. No dash lights, the motor didn't turn over, nothing. Dudley told him to pop the hood again. After Dale turned the key a couple more times with Simpson's head buried under the hood, Dudley said he'd found the problem. "Alternator's shot. You must've been running on battery for a good while."
"Can you fix it?"
The gas station owner looked at his watch. "Not today. Parts store is closed 'till tomorrow."
Great, just great, Dale thought.
"I could arrange a tow to somewhere else, next town down the highway has a Goodyear Service Center," Dudley said, "but even they won't get to it until tomorrow."
Dale nodded, his mind stuck on having to spend the night in Batesville instead of New Orleans.
"I'll get to it first thing," Dudley said. "Have you out of here by ten o'clock." He pointed at the hotel. "Mrs. Jensen has a nice place. A-C, cable TV, and no bugs."
Great. No bugs.
Dudley told Dale that he could leave the Jeep right where it was. No need to worry about it, he said. They had a town marshal but nothing ever happened in Batesville. So quiet the state police never even came by.
"Sorry I'm blocking your pumps," Dale said.
Dudley shrugged. "Other side's open." Then he looked at his watch. "Besides, it's five-thirty. I close in half an hour."
As he crossed the street, Dale remembered his gun. A Smith and Wesson .357 revolver that he always brought with him on road trips. You never knew what could happen. They might break down on the highway and get attacked by a drug-crazed motorcycle gang. The gun was in the cargo compartment, wrapped inside a cloth and tucked between the spare tire and the side wall. It would be safe enough.
At the restaurant he told Carol the news and in typical Carol fashion she looked on the bright side. "It'll be fun being stranded in a small town," she said. "Who knows what'll happen?"
"Do they have TV?" Jesse asked.
A cute young waitress served them. The plastic tag pinned to her blouse said her name was April. When she brought out their food she set Jesse's down first.
"That's the cutest little mark on your face," she said. "Almost looks like lipstick."
Unabashedly, Jesse pointed to the red oval shaped birthmark set high on his right cheek. "It means I'm special."
She smiled. "It looks like a kiss."
"Really?" Jesse asked.
Dale saw a look of contentment on Carol's face. Jesse's birthmark was something she'd never wanted their son to be shy or embarrassed about.
The waitress set out the rest of the plates. "I heard a mark like that means that right before you were born an angel kissed you."
Jesse turned to his mom. "Is that true?"
Carol smiled at her son and nodded. "I think she may be right."
April bent down and kissed Jesse on the top of his head. "I'm not an angel, but there's a kiss from me."
Dudley Simpson had been right; the food was excellent. After they ate, Dale got up to use the bathroom. "You need to go again, Jess?"
The boy shook his head. "No thanks."
Dale handed Carol a credit card. "Let's save our cash."
She nodded. "All right, baby."
"Back in a sec," he said as he turned away.
When he came out of the men's room, Carol and Jesse weren't at the table. The waitress had been quick. Most of the dirty plates were gone; the only ones left were his. Dale looked for his family near the front door, then up by the cash register, but they weren't there.
Maybe Jesse had changed his mind and Carol had brought him into the bathroom with her. So Dale waited, but after several minutes passed and they didn't come out, he decided to check outside. They might have gotten cold or Jesse could've gotten restless and they were waiting out front for him. But they weren't out front, either.
Across the street the lights were out at the gas station--Dudley was closed for the night. The Jeep Cherokee sat at the pumps. Anxiously, Dale looked at the hotel. Maybe...but they wouldn't do that, wouldn't have gone without him. That wasn't like Carol. Smart and independent, but she liked her husband doing the man things, and in her mind, checking into a hotel was a man thing.
Back inside he knocked on the door of the women's restroom. No one answered, so he cracked it open. "Carol?" No answer. "Carol, Jess, you there?"
"Can I help you, sir?" It was their waitress.
Embarrassed, Dale forced a laugh. "I seem to have lost my wife and son." He nodded toward the men's room. "While I was in there."
"Your wife and son?" She looked confused.
"When I came back they were gone."
She had a blank look on her face.
Annoyed, he said, "I ate with them."
The waitress furrowed her brow. "Sir, I didn't see you with anyone else."
Dale stared at her. For a second he thought that maybe he was wrong, maybe this wasn't his waitress. He checked her name tag, saw it said April. "You waited on us." Dale pointed to his right cheek. "My son has that little birthmark. You said an angel kissed him."
She shrugged. "I think I'd remember that."
He pointed to himself. "You remember me?" Then at their table. "We were sitting right there."
She nodded. "Yes, sir. I remember you, but you ate by yourself." She turned to the table where Dale's dishes still sat. "I was just bringing you your bill."
He raised his voice. "Is this some kind of a joke?" People began looking at him.
April took a step back and raised her hands. "You need to talk to Mr. Simms."
"Who's Mr. Simms?"
"The owner."
"Well that's who I want to see."
Mr. Simms was already scurrying over. "What's the problem?"
Dale turned to him. "I can't find my family." He pointed at the girl. "She was our waitress and she's telling me she doesn't even remember them."
Mr. Simms looked at April.
She shrugged again. "I'm sorry but he was alone. I've never seen his family."
Simms looked like he didn't understand. April tried to explain it again, but Dale cut her off and pointed to the table. "My family and I ate right there. I went to the restroom, came out, and they were gone."
Mr. Simms clapped a hand on Dale's shoulder. "Maybe they're outside waiting for you."
"I've checked outside," he barked. "They're not there."
Simms glanced at the waitress. "Why don't you get back to work. I'll handle this."
Dale grabbed her by the arm. "She knows where they are."
Everyone in the restaurant stared at him.
Mr. Simms jerked Dale's hand away from the girl. "Sir, she said she doesn't know where your family is."
April pleaded with her boss. "He didn't have his family with him."
"She's lying!" Dale said, as he inched closer to April.
Simms stepped between them. Looking at Dale, he said, "Have you checked your car?"
He nodded. "It's broken down at the gas station across the street. We've got to spend the night at the hotel."
Mr. Simms smiled. "That's probably it."
"I bet they're at the hotel."
"He was by himself," April said.
The restaurant owner snapped his head towards her and pointed to the dinning area. "Go."
She looked at her boss for a second, a half-formed protest on her lips; then suddenly she spun on her heel and stomped away.
Simms looked back at Dale. "Have you checked the hotel?"
"They wouldn't do that."
"Have you checked?" Insistent.
Dale could feel himself losing control as the sweat dripped from his armpits. He took several deep breaths, trying to force himself to calm down. "No, I haven't."
"Maybe your kids got tired."
The deep breathing had made him light-headed. "Just the one boy." As Dale turned toward the door, Simms patted him on the back. "I'm sure everything's going to be fine."
But things weren't fine. At the hotel, he woke up Mrs. Jensen. Turns out she and Mr. Jensen had an apartment behind the office. Dale had banged on the glass door of the office for five minutes before a light came on.
Mrs. Jensen had come out first. A white haired old lady, covered in a paper-thin pink housecoat, imprinted with blue flowers the size of a quarter. A minute later, Mr. Jensen, looking about seventy, dressed in a full set of dark green, silk pajamas and a pair of matching slippers, stumbled into the office, smelling like he'd taken a bath in Jack Daniel's.
Dale's heart sank. He went through the story anyway, but as he expected, the Jensens said that no one had checked in or even come by since mid-morning.
Walking back to the restaurant, he looked at his Jeep. Still empty and no one near it.
A marked police car was parked near the restaurant's front door. As he got closer, Dale read the decal on the side, BATESVILLE TOWN MARSHAL. Maybe now he could get some help.
Just inside, near the cash register, Dale found April the waitress, Mr. Simms, and a heavyset man in jeans and a T-shirt, talking. As he walked up, all three stopped and stared at him. He felt like a freak in a boardwalk exhibit.
"Did you find them?" Simms asked.
Dale shook his head. "The people at the hotel haven't seen them."
The big man in jeans took a step toward him. "Mr...?
"Thornton. Dale Thornton."
The man stuck out his hand. "Jerry Stillwell. I'm town marshal."
"Saw your car outside." Dale shook the marshal's hand. "My wife and son are miss--"
"I understand there was a problem here earlier."
"Yeah there's a problem. My family disappeared."
The marshal and Simms traded glances; then he looked back at Dale. "So I heard. What do you think happened to them?"
Something didn't feel right. "If I knew that, they wouldn't be missing."
Marshal Stillwell stuck his belly out. "No reason to get smart. You all ready scared some customers. Don't make--"
"Scared some customers. Is that why you're here, because I scared some customers? My wife and son are MISSING!" Everyone in the restaurant had stopped eating and was watching the soap opera at the door. With a sharp edge to his voice, Dale said, "What are you going to do about it?"
The marshal jabbed a finger at him. "You better calm yourself down or I'll do it for you. Now I need to ask you some questions," his eyes swept the customers, "and I don't think this is the place to do it."
"I'm not going anywhere." Dale pointed to the completely cleaned off table where they'd eaten. "Half an hour ago my family and I ate right there. Now they're gone. Someone in here knows what happened to them."
The marshal dropped a big hand on Dale's shoulder and tried to guide him out the door. "We're going to find your family, but not here, not like--"
Dale pulled away. He pointed to Simms and the waitress. "They coming with us?"
"I don't see the need for--"
Dale reached out for April. "She's lying!"
With surprising speed, the town marshal slipped behind him and clamped a meaty forearm around his throat, sealing off his windpipe. Dale grabbed at the hairy arm and tried to twist it away as the marshal whispered in his ear, "Take it easy, son." Then something jabbed him in the kidney that sent waves of pain shooting up his back.
Seconds later, Dale was on the floor, his cheek pressed against the cool tiles, as the marshal handcuffed his wrists behind his back.
"She said it was the kiss of an angel, huh?" Marshal Stillwell asked. Things had calmed down some. Dale and the town marshal were alone in his office. Dale was still handcuffed, but the marshal had moved them to the front. He sat in a chair in front of the lawman's desk, watching him fill out forms with a ballpoint pen. Stillwell touched his finger to his right cheek. "That mark you're talking about is right here?"
Dale nodded.
"That's strange."
The handcuffs were uncomfortable. Dale twisted his wrists, trying to get some circulation back. "What's unusual about it?"
"We had a preacher in town few years back with the same kind of mark on his face." Stillwell traced a small circle on his cheek. "Heard him say once during a sermon it was from an angel's kiss."
Dale stared at the marshal, his flesh suddenly crawling with goosebumps.
"But he was a strange one. Lots of rumors. Guess it goes with the territory."
"What territory?"
"Young, good-looking preacher. Single. Moves into town, starts preaching all hours of the night." He gave Dale a knowing wink, like they were sharing a secret. "Giving special counseling sessions to half the women in town."
Grasping at straws, looking for anything. Dale said, "Is he still here?"
Marshal Stillwell shook his head. "Church burned down."
"What about the preacher?"
"We never found his body."
"He was the only one in the church?"
Stillwell looked down at the form on his desk and pressed his pen to it. "He had six or eight ladies in there with him. Supposed to be some sort of social club. Fire was so hot, we couldn't tell one body from the next. That was when the rumors really started."
Dale flexed his fingers. His hands hurt. "What kind of rumors?"
The marshal laughed. "Just gossip. People 'round here are simple minded, superstitious, that's all."
"What kind of gossip?"
Stillwell looked up. "Not everybody you understand, but some people have been talking about how the preacher isn't really dead, about how he's gonna come back some day."
Dale needed to get out, to find Carol and Jesse. There was something terribly wrong here. "Am I under arrest?"
Stillwell nodded.
In the corner stood a single holding cell, the door gaping open, waiting. "What's the charge?"
The marshal jerked a thumb in the general direction of the restaurant. "Disturbing the peace."
"What about my family?"
The man tapped the pile of forms in front of him. "I'll forward these missing persons reports to the state police in the morning; then I'll call the judge and try to get a bond set for you."
Dale sprung to his feet. "I've got to find my family tonight!"
Marshal Stillwell eased out of his chair and stood up. "Just calm down. Soon as I get this information to them, the state troopers will be on the lookout." He jerked his thumb toward the south. "Their office is just five miles down the road."
Dale nodded at the phone on the desk. "Call them now."
The marshal shook his head. "Can't do that."
"Why not."
"I got procedures to follow."
Dale Thornton squatted and shoved the desk into Stillwell. The marshal's chair rolled back on its casters but snagged on something and tipped over, spilling Marshal Stillwell onto the floor. Dale scrambled over the desk, knocking papers, pens, and a near full cup of coffee on top of the lawman, then dropped a knee into the man's big belly. The marshal curled into a ball and moaned.
Stillwell didn't have a gun on him, at least not one Dale could find. The way he was dressed it looked like he had been called out from home. Maybe he forgot his gun, or maybe he just didn't carry one. Dale grabbed a handful of shirt and dragged the marshal into the open holding cell, then kicked the door shut. It locked automatically.
By the time Stillwell staggered to his feet Dale was searching his desk. The marshal tried to rip the steel bars apart with his bare hands. "Let me out of here, you crazy bastard!"
Dale ignored him. In the bottom right hand drawer he found a gun, a .38 caliber, five-shot Smith and Wesson. Stillwell started shouting for help. Dale leveled the gun at him. "Shut up."
Stillwell quit yelling.
Dale kept searching.
A few seconds later, the marshal said, "You'll never get away with this."
Holding his wrists up, Dale rattled the handcuffs. "Keys?"
The cop pointed to the desk. "Bottom left."
After he got the handcuffs off, Dale finished going through the desk, then did a quick search of a filing cabinet that was set against the wall. There he found keys to the holding cell and a roll of duct tape.
As Dale approached the cell, Marshal Stillwell backed against the far wall. "What are you gonna do?"
Aiming the revolver at Stillwell's belly, Dale ordered him to lie on the floor. A few minutes later he relocked the cell door, leaving the marshal with his hands cuffed behind his back and a strip of silver duct tape wrapped around his head that sealed his mouth shut. On his way out of the marshal's office, Dale tossed the revolver back into the desk drawer and kicked it shut. That was trouble he didn't need.
The state police. "Their office is just five miles down the road," the marshal had said.
Darkness had settled over the Batesville. How long had he been in the marshal's office? Everything in town was closed and locked up tight. There wasn't a light to be seen, and not a soul on the street. He didn't see any payphones.
He had to get out of town. Which way had the marshal pointed when he mentioned the state police? Thinking about it, Dale decided it had to be south. They'd driven in from the north and he was sure they hadn't passed a state police troop.
The night had turned cold. If he was going to walk for five miles he needed a jacket.
It took just a few minutes to make it to the gas station. His Jeep was right where he'd left it, but when he reached into his pocket for the keys they weren't there. An image flashed through his mind. A close up shot just like in a movie. His hand reaching toward Dudley Simpson's, and in his hand, his keys.
He looked into the rear window, saw their luggage lying in the back. Dale thought about breaking the window and getting a jacket, maybe his gun, too. Not the gun. He was in enough trouble all ready for what he'd done to the town marshal. Assault, kidnapping--maybe not kidnapping, he hadn't taken him anywhere, just locked him in his own cell--but something like kidnapping. Desperation had driven him to it. That's the only reason he had done it. Because he had to find Carol and Jesse.
He could make it without a jacket.
Old Highway 167 south. Dale Thornton started walking. Ten minutes later he saw headlights behind him, coming from town. He crouched in the bushes beside the highway, but the beat-up pickup glided to a stop next to him. An old man sat behind the wheel, alone in the truck. "You need a ride?"
Feeling like a complete fool, Dale stood. "Yeah, I guess."
"Where you headed?"
"You know where the state police office is?"
The old man nodded, then jerked his head toward the passenger side. "Hop in."
As he climbed into the pickup truck, Dale shot a glance at the old man. Probably at least seventy, with long ghost white hair and a bushy mustache, wearing a stained undershirt and a pair of denim overalls. Dale scanned the dashboard for a clock but didn't see one. "What time is it?"
The old man shrugged. "Haven't worn a watch in thirty years. Do things as quick as I can. A timepiece strapped to my wrist ain't gonna make me move any faster."
The drive was torture. Never did the old man go over thirty-five miles an hour. Only good thing was that he didn't ask any questions. Just dropped Dale off in the parking lot of the state police troop. As he walked through the door into the police station, Dale glanced over his shoulder and saw the old man's pickup rumbling down the highway.
Inside, sitting behind a chest high counter, was a uniformed trooper, sergeant stripes on his sleeves. Mid-40's, with an iron gray crew cut. "Can I help you, sir?" the sergeant said.
Dale spat out the story as fast as he could, leaving out the part about how he'd handcuffed the town marshal and left him gagged in his own jail cell.
The sergeant's face had remained inscrutable while Dale talked. "What was the name of that town again, sir?"
The sergeant wheeled his chair over to a map hanging on the wall. "And where'd you say it was?"
The state cop demonstrated the same bureaucrat mentality as the town marshal. Any minute now he'd break out a sheaf of forms and start filling them out. Dale pointed north. "Five miles that way."
"What'd you say your name was again?" The sergeant glided the chair back over to his work area and pulled a pen from his shirt pocket.
"Thornton. Dale Thornton."
As soon as the sergeant finished jotting Dale's name on a pad, he looked up. "There's no town named Batesville."
"I was just there!"
The sergeant stood up. "Take it easy, sir. I'm sure you just got the name mixed up."
Just like in the restaurant.
"...get to the bottom of it." The desk sergeant was still talking, but Dale hadn't heard everything. He felt dizzy. Was everyone around here crazy? "We ate dinner there," he mumbled. "I left my car at the gas station. Dudley Simpson's gas station."
The sergeant nodded as he walked around the counter. A big man, at least six feet, with the beefy build of a weightlifter. "I know Simpson's place. Old 167 and Highway 90. But there's no town there, just the gas station."
"The gas station's smack in the middle of the town. There's a restaurant, a general store, and a hotel, too."
The sergeant closed on him, his body bladed, his gun side away from Dale. "I need you to put your hands on the counter, sir."
With his right hand resting on his holstered pistol, the state trooper took hold of Dale's wrist with his left hand and pushed it to the top of the counter. Dale's other hand followed. The sergeant said, "Pull you feet back."
"What are you doing?"
"You have any weapons on you?"
"No! Of course not." Glad he'd left the marshal's gun, glad he hadn't gotten his own out of the Jeep.
"I'm just gonna pat you down."
"Why?" Dale said. "I haven't done anything. My family's missing?"
The sergeant slid his hands over Dale's waist and the outside of his pockets. "It's for safety, sir."
"Yours and mine," the trooper sergeant said as he stepped backward a few feet.
"Something's happened to my wife and son. I came here for help."
"What happened to them?"
"I don't know," Dale said. "That's why I need your help."
"Mr. Thornton, I've worked this area for nineteen years. There is no town called Batesville."
"I don't care what you call it, but there's a town five miles away and we need to go there right now."
"Closest town is twelve miles from here and it's south."
The gas station. At least the sergeant knew about the gas station. Dale looked over his shoulder at the big cop. "Can I stand up?" After getting a nod, Dale pushed away from the counter and stood straight. Arguing wasn't getting him anywhere. "Look sergeant, maybe I seem a bit confused, but I know my wife and 6-year-old son are missing. Our car broke down at Simpson's gas station. Can you drive me there and help me look for them?"
The sergeant took his hand off his pistol and relaxed a little. "How'd you get here?"
"An old man in a pickup gave me a ride."
"You get his name?"
Dale's mouth opened but nothing came out as he realized he couldn't remember a thing about the old man or his truck. No details at all.
"What's the matter?"
Dale shook his head. "He...he just gave me a ride. I didn't get his name."
The trooper sergeant held up his hand. "Stay right here. Soon as I get someone to cover the desk, I'll give you a ride back to Simpson's."
Ten minutes later Dale climbed into the passenger seat of the state police car. The sergeant looked over at him. "Put your seatbelt on." Dale strapped himself in but noticed the sergeant didn't.
On the highway the trooper asked him to go over the story again. As Dale repeated what had happened, the sergeant asked several questions about Simpson's: what time of day, what was wrong with the car, who had the keys; but he asked nothing about what happened in the restaurant. The restaurant that wasn't there, according to the sergeant.
A few minutes later the police cruiser's headlights lit up the darkened gas station and Dale's Jeep parked at the pumps.
There was nothing else--absolutely nothing else.
The sergeant slowed down as he turned into the parking lot. "That your Cherokee?"
Stunned, Dale couldn't answer. Staring out the window, struck dumb by what he saw, or didn't see. No restaurant, no hotel, no Batesville General Store--no town. Just empty farmland and a few trees surrounding the gas station.
The trooper pulled his car up behind the Jeep, leaving a car-length gap between the two of them. "Stay here," he said as he pulled a flashlight from a charger mounted to the dash.
Dale leaned his head against the window and watched the sergeant creep up to the driver's door of his Jeep Cherokee, flashlight held out in front of him, his other hand on the butt of his pistol. The state cop opened the door--the locked door--and poked his head inside the passenger compartment of Dale's Jeep. The trooper backed out and held up his hand, Dale's keys dangling from his fingers. "Keys were inside," he shouted.
With legs quivering, Dale stepped out of the police car. He couldn't understand this. The Jeep had been locked, Dudley Simpson had the keys. He stumbled toward the trooper.
The sergeant shined his flashlight into the back, into the cargo compartment. Suddenly, his face turned to stone. He dropped the keys, drew his gun, aimed both it and his flashlight at Dale. "Don't move!"
Dale stopped dead. What the hell was...
"Get on the ground!"
Not comprehending, Dale just stood there.
The trooper screamed at him, "Get on the fucking ground--now."
Dale Thornton dropped face down onto the pavement. From the corner of his eye, he saw the sergeant side-stepping around him until he was behind Dale and to his left.
The trooper said, "Turn your head to the right."
Dale did as he was told. Then the sergeant closed in and cuffed his hands behind his back. Just the second time in his life Dale had been handcuffed, both on the same night.
After backing up a few steps, the sergeant keyed the radio clipped to his belt and called the state police troop. When the dispatcher answered, the sergeant said, "I need back up units," Dale heard him take a deep breath, "and notify the corner."
The tinny voice from the radio said, "What you got, sergeant?"
"Homicide," the trooper answered. "Suspect is in custody."
The sergeant hooked Dale's elbows and jerked him to his feet, then picked up the keys and opened the tailgate of the Jeep.
Lying in the back, in the cargo space, arms and legs twisted into a torturous configuration, was the naked body of his wife, Carol. At the back of her head, her golden hair was tangled and caked with dried blood. Her face chalk white, her forehead blown out where the bullet had exited. On the carpet next to her was a .357 revolver--Dale's .357 revolver.
She was alone.
"Jesse!" Dale screamed at the dark and empty fields.
In 1885 the town of Batesville, Louisiana burned to the ground. Scores of people were killed in the predawn fire that swept through the town. Among those reported killed in the blaze was the town's only minister, but many bodies were so badly burned that positive identification was impossible.
The fire started in the Batesville church and was allegedly set by a preacher from a nearby town. The preacher, a God-fearing and righteous man, was said to have been outraged at the evil deeds going on in Batesville, which he had called a modern-day Sodom.
The town of Batesville was never rebuilt.
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2023.05.31 07:42 Eggbone87 So uh styanax is still good i think

Yeeted him to the wall on release but got a hair in my ass recently to build him again to mess around with his kit and man, he is alot of fun.
Like yeah you cant spam his 4 since the nerfs but honestly, 4 spam feels like the worst way to play him anyway. He should be thought of like garuda: cast 4 to get some procs goin for chip/priming but finish off with your weapons. 1
I run ack n brunt incarnon with nourish over his 1 and between alternating his 4 for approaching mobs and ack n brunt for close up, his kpm is great, his dps is great and im having no survivability problems at least till 1000 (havent gone farther as i was tired) between my kpm feeding my shields constantly and his strip filling up my health, which i can use whenever due to basically infinite energy between nourish and rally.
And i only spent two forma on him, 1 for his aura and another for exilus for psf. The rest is a super budget build that gives good health, armor and energy pool, thanks in part to some gladiator mods for 400+ cc on ack n brunt (if yall didnt get it you missed out. Sleeper best pick for sure).
At any rate, styanax is fun. Super active and invovled playstyle that very much feels like a spartan to play, a manly frame one might say. Give him a try and again, dont play him as a pure caster. Its boring and underwhelming as it leaves you too vulnerable and energy econ will be questionable, even with nourish and his 3 and primed flow and energize. Cast your 4, strip some dudes, wack some dudes, repeat. Its fun!
Edit: also, dont rely on the slash procs alone from his 4. The javelins do (i think blast) damage on impact and they hit for 5 figures. Can easily one tap crowds if theyre stripped and close enough to strip first
Edit 2: 1 : i personally run garuda as a pure caster max cast speed molt reconstruct breech surge over bloodlet for infinite energy, infinite healing, infinite scaling nukes but generally people play her as a weapon reloader
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2023.05.31 06:59 ImALeaf_OnTheWind Priceless - the look on the other driver's face when they finally catch up to you

Today it was a Bimmer driver. Just a regular sedan, not M or fixed up but I spotted him cutting around the cars behind me super-close and tailgating aggressively on this 2-lane stretch of freeway.
When he came around from behind and got next to me in the other lane I gave him the nod and waited for him to lead a bit. I stomped before he could cut me off and just held on while the N pulled away.
It was mid-morning without any more commute traffic - so lucky to have lots of clear lanes, straightaway in front of us. Left him a couple times and in between, slowed down enough to let him catch up before making his Bimmer shrink in my rear view again.
Finally slowed down as I got to my exit and he catches up for the last time and starts to pass on my left.
The best part as I look over, is what looks like disbelief and annoyance as he gets close enough to see my H badge and realize this whole time he had been chasing a Hyundai, haha.
Just thought I'd share with you guys - be safe out there.
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2023.05.31 05:36 Choice-band-toxapex What kind of weapon do you want to see trail blazer get for The Hunt path?

I would love to see more original weapons apart in game for the main character. I was thinking of two kits today that could be cool with The Hunt MC. The first would be a sniper rifle for huge burst damage and an e that could stealth them from attacks for a turn, or to go old school Greek with a net and trident like a gladiator. The net could slow the enemy and make them take more damage from your attacks.
What would you like to see?
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2023.05.31 05:06 Sk1Special How to get by

I’ve lived in my car (or out of a tent or a friends couch ) on and off for almost 20 years. Assuming you’re wanting life to get better rapidly you’re not tryna be a hippy, and you’re wanting to stay in America. I will tell you exactly how to get by, and if you do it you’ll be better off, at least financially, and amazons a great way to do it if you don’t have much support, so we’re gonna stick with Amazon route for now.
During winter you work 3rd shift so you don’t freeze, during summer you work day shift. They’ve both got drawbacks.
Power! Buy a solar panel kit from harbor freight or northern tool or amazon, whatever the best deal is at the time. 100-200watts and 35-70wh is all you need (my 110watt panel, 35ah battery, and charge controller with 300watt inverter setup was roughly 200$ total and basically all you need for phone, some light vr gaming, charge your toothbrush and fan whatever) also get a battery jumper box from Walmart, just for something to charge on cloudy days and incase you’ve had to run car for something.
Temp, hot hands and cheap rated sleeping bag in the winter got me thru -25* , and I’m using a small usb fan with heat blocking window curtains and those rain guards on windows to leave them cracked in summer (it’s still unbearable in the afternoon if not in shade, I have an amc movie pass, a library pass, a planet fitness membership, and I wander around book stores or grocery stores or the mall a lot, and in winter you run the car a few minutes every couple hours.) you’ll get window fog, try to keep a window cracked to help with this, moisture is bad and also not very stealthy. Also a front sun shade.
Stealth. Everyone hates the poors now, as I said I have curtains for side windows, which I’ve taped around the edges to keep light from leaking out, stay off phone as far as talking goes, use earbuds, hopefully car doesn’t look too shitty, but never leave trash or laundry built up or around you on the ground. Have a piss bottle you change regularly. I use planet fitness to park, hospitals, camp grounds, truck stops, Walmarts but they’re iffy, paid garages, quiet streets, friends lots, whatever. When working amazon make sure to choose a fc, big parking lots so you’re less noticeable. Stay out of the way, but not too far out of the way. The idea is to blend in. Change parking spots nightly if you can, and also don’t just recycle the same order weekly. Diversify at least the part of the same lot you use. Also remember if you sleep at work, don’t be sitting there for hours before or after that with door open Just hanging out.
Food. I keep some small dry goods with me, you can get cheap camp stoves if you’re staying in the woods a lot, but way easier to use all the apps to get discounts at restaurants. The best $ wise is using amazons fridges and microwaves and free coffee tea etc. just make sure to label and rotate your food appropriately. Always keep water on you, and take a multivitamin.
Health. Sleep flat, with your shoes n socks off, your teeth brushed, after a shower and massage from Planet fitness or a $15 one from truck stop (go in with a book bag on, mention you’re annoyed they cost $ when a truckers in line and they might pay) . Take your multivitamin and drink water. Do your absolute best to sleep fully. Keep your dirty clothes washed regularly and in a bag till then, spray your boots, cars a small space to be smelly. Dog couch spray from dollar store helps. Wash your bedding. Make a bed platform in back to lay down if ya can. Vacuum and wash car when ya can. Wipe down living areas with cleaning wipes. Again small space. Wipe your a pits bs toes etc with baby wipes if you’re sweaty before/after shower. Use amazons insurance to get any necessary vaccines , glasses, mental health services, whatever you need to function. Chronic problems are draining. Try to eat salad kits not just Big Macs. Try to read a book and relax, or have a fun tinder hookup at their place. Stress kills.
$. Amazon has sign on bonuses, I regularly use. 90days from quitting can reapply, first half at 30 second half at 90 or 180 days, this can get you anywhere from 1-5k. They’ve got met. And vet a lot of places. Cross train. Learning, safety, hr, it, loss prevention. But also problem solve, pg, whatever. The more colors on your vest the less real work you do and the more varied work you can do and the more opportunity for advancement. Of course all this is dependent on you being full time blue badge, we’re again committing to an amazon way here. Do Not contribute to 401k, do choose your other benefits wisely. (Also do have your anytime Pay setup incase of emergency, but we’re tryna save, control your spending) only use pto or vacation or upt when sick or emergency. Use all the rewards programs. No load of laundry or gas tank filled without rewards. Maintenance. Keep your tires full and your oil and other fluids good. Use straight talk or mint Mobil with a Walmart phone, sub 50$ a month for phone is our goal, or the gov connectivity programs (free or reduced cost phone or wifi ) Hotels are only for holidays or when you’re sick. You’re wanting money, get it. use career choice…
Plan. So with career choice, pick a job that pays that you can probably do. Cdl, dental hygienist, it, it literally doesn’t matter. Every real job they offer is going to pay enough somewhere for you to afford rent after. Yes amazons going to fuck your schooling schedule accommodations around peak, especially since you’ve made yourself valuable. Deal with it. Career choice kicks in at 90days now. Then the programs take from like two months to 2 years. Pick a program that makes sense long term for your time, $, effort, schedule, ability etc. be realistic with yourself for your capabilities and goals when choosing. (Also 2 years experience makes you eligible to apply to L4 spots at amazon) It’s not one long week, it’s 1.5 years. It’s gonna suck. But you can do it, probably. It’s just really, really, really annoying.
Reality. So don’t waste your time with any other bs programs or excuses. Don’t give up halfway thru for a partner. Pray your presumably garbage car lasts that whole time and your health does also. Love yourself. Clock in five minutes early and late every day if you’re not on 12s, clock out for lunch after your 6th hour if you can choose your own time, do vet whenever if you’re able. You’re going to work 60-80hr weeks for the next 1-2 years (including school time) everything’s gonna seem like way too much, for too little reward, and it’s gonna seem unfair and crazy you make Amazon a million dollars and can barely afford car insurance… and I’m not debating that. But if you stick with it, barring a terrible accident or whatever and acknowledging you’ve got a car to get around (or can make a shelter and bus route or tent and Uber or scooter) work , at the end of the 1-2 years, you’ll be in a job that’s presumably better than a warehouse floor, and 3-6 months after that you’ll have enough $ saved with enough coming in to be a functional lower middle class American. Congrats you broke the poverty cycle.
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2023.05.31 04:32 Dead-Bowl-4572 The Ninth Circle (Part Thirty-Five) Samson

A single tear rolled down my cheek before I tucked the photo in my pocket, and I grabbed my weapons before running like hell back the way I came, finally reaching the stairwell as I began to climb up. Somewhere on the fifth floor up, I ran into Dani, standing alone, staring at me.
“Dani!!” I yelled. “Why the hell are you here?”
“Apollo, wait,” she said. “Stay here, I need to tell you something.”
“What?! We need to get out of here, right fucking now!!”
“Wait. This is for later. You’ll understand why I did this.” Dani gave a sad smile as she handed me a folded-up piece of paper.
“WAIT.” I stopped. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I had to, I had to do it. Goodbye, Apollo, I’m sorry, it has to be this way.” was all she said.
My heart dropped before I felt a burst of bullets hit me in the back and neck, and adrenaline rushed through me as I continued running up the stairwell, pain flowing through my entire body. Dani tried to stop me, grabbing my ankle as I ran, but I kicked her and kept climbing and running, until I had finally climbed to the top of the stairwell. I rushed through the hallways until I reached the garage, kicking the door down as the group all stared at me.
The garage door was slowly opening, only halfway up as for the first time ever, I got a breath of fresh night air from the outside world, moonlight flooding my face. For a minute, I felt a sense of happiness as I relished it, until I was snapped back as I ran over to the truck, hopping in the passenger seat and starting it. I took out the piece of paper, taking a quick glance and reading it’s contents.

To Apollo and Ripley.

A few months ago when the shapeshifter broke into the prison, when the enemy soldiers came into your room and attacked you and Ripley, they came to break out Lawrence and kill you two specifically. They were sent by a criminal organization called The California Hounds. After their assassination's attempt failed, they realized I was their backup plan. Later, one of their agents approached me while I left the prison to meet a DOSACD executive. In exchange for critical information about the location of out newest inmate from the Philippines, Tanko, they wanted me to tell the Warden about the breakout plan and get you killed. I told The California Hounds about our breakout plan, and they wanted you two to get killed in the crossfire while I snitched to the Warden at the last second and seemed innocent. How do you think we captured Tanko? I had to do this, Tanko did something fucking horrible to me in the past and I couldn’t pass up the offer for revenge. I’m sorry, but I’m sure you would understand.
I’m sorry.

“What the fuck happened?” Cerberus asked. “Where’s Dani? She said she left to go get you, but never came back.”
“Yeah, about that.” I groaned. “She bailed on us. The Warden must have suspected us, and pressured her to set us up. Must have caught up with her while I was up in my room.”
The garage fully opened, and I started the transport truck, everyone cheering and ready to go, when a sudden barrage of bullets exploded in the parking lot, causing me to duck as I looked in the rearview mirror. The Warden was standing behind us, holding a massive rifle and in full kit as he stared daggers into me.
“Apollo,” he said, gritting his teeth. “Step out of the fucking truck so we can talk.”
“GO!!” Everyone yelled.
For the first time in a long while, I stepped on the pedal, muscle memory kicking in as I drove right down the road, crashing through security fences and checkpoints as I looked at the prison from the outside. It looked like a regular, three story government building, with horrors hidden underneath we were escaping. I sped even faster, leaving the base entirely as we hit a desert dirt road, and I looked in the rearview mirror to see a dozen humvees, pickup trucks, and SUVs chasing us down the road.
“Fuck,” I said. “They’ll catch us any second-”
A sudden flash appeared from behind us, and an RPG slammed into the back of our truck just as our tires hit a road spike.
Our truck flipped over, flying a dozen feet off the road as we bumped and crashed until we came to a still, everything on fire. I crawled out of the wreckage with a rifle I found inside the truck, instantly returning fire as everyone else left the truck.
I got shot in the stomach, and I gritted in pain as the kevlar pushed into my skin, and I fired a burst of shots and took cover behind the truck.
“GET DOWN!!” Cerberus yelled, standing up as she summoned an enormous, endless black hole in the ground, sucking in half of their vehicles before she collapsed again.
“I’m going to dodge the bullets and make a run for it,” Ripley said. “Wish me luck, brother.”
With blinding speed, Ripley rushed forward and fucking dodged the bursts of bullets in a blur, moving at what must have been the speed of a fighter jet as he closed the distance in a blink. Using his swords he sliced an entire armored jeep in half, cutting the gunmen inside and causing it to explode. Ripley was caught off-guard as he was reeling, barraged with gunfire as everything descended into chaos.
“CERBERUS!!” I yelled, running over to her and picking her up, leaning her against our truck’s door as she slowly came back to consciousness.
“Fuck,” she said. “Really takes a number on me. Wish we could be watching Breaking Bad right about now…”
“Hold on,” I said. “Don’t move.”
I reached into the trunk for one final trump card, as I pulled out an RPG, hoisting it onto my shoulder and fired, aiming right in the middle of the convoy.
There was a massive explosion as the leaking gas from the one Ripley had sliced mixed with the rocket, and there was an enormous blast, sending shockwaves as bodies flew into the air. A car door slammed into me, causing my vision to slightly go black as the wave of heat swept over us.
“Everyone good?” I yelled, as Dagon, Ripley, and Cerberus stood up, holding their weapons.
“Yeah,” Ripley said. “All fine and dandy.”
“STOP!!” The Warden yelled.
He stood in the middle of the desert, the only survivor of the explosion as he held a single machete, pointing it right at me.
“You’re not getting away from here alive,” the Warden snapped.
“Really?” I said. “Too bad, because we are. It’s been fun, Samson, but it’s time we got some freedom.”
“Time to finish this,” the Warden sighed. “There’s no going back, Apollo.”
He pulled out a pistol, firing it in a blink as he shot me twice in the ribs and legs, and I stumbled before he ran after me, tackling me to the ground before I could reach for my weapon.
“STAY BACK!!” I yelled to the group.
“You fucking son of a bitch,” the Warden said, slamming his elbows into my face as I tried to push him off. “I fucking kept you alive, and this is what I get in return.”
My fingers clasped around a stone in the sand, and I hit him in the back of the head as hard as I could, shattering the stone and causing him to roll off me, his head bleeding. The Warden was a man who had spent years doing every kind of superhuman drug out there, gaining decades of fighting experience on the way.
He was no pushover, but I had faced tougher.
“That's all you got?” I yelled, getting up and stomping on his face.
He picked me up again, throwing me a few feet into the air, but I landed perfectly and swung with a haymaker, which Samson slipped as I got caught in the jaw with an uppercut. My vision was spotty, as I threw a jab and I found him, before I grabbed his head and slammed his teeth into my knee. Samson yelled out in pain before pulling out a knife and pushing his hand under my kevlar vest, stabbing me directly. The knife sunk slowly through my thick skin, only piercing me a few inches deep in the stomach before I pulled it out and kicked him, getting him on the ground.
I stood on top of him and started fucking pummeling him, each punch digging into his face until I finally stopped, gasping for air as his entire face was covered in blood. I pulled out my pistol and pointed it right at him, as he shook and stared back at me.
“Don’t…” was all Samson said.
My finger rested on the trigger for a few more long seconds, before I sighed and holsted the pistol.
“Let’s go,” I said. “Take their jeep.”
Ripley flipped over the remaining, least damaged jeep and we hopped in, him driving as we roared back down the road, the wreckage behind us slowly disappearing into the horizon.
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2023.05.31 03:57 Freds_GLife Forged Carbon Interior

Forged Carbon Interior

CarLife #GLife #KDMSociety #NorthAmericanKDM #MyGenesis #G70 #Moddedworld #LowGlow #Adro #BCForgedNA #Brembo #ArkPerformance #Raceseng #DUBMagazine #Burgermotorsports #Atomiccarconcepts

🇵🇷 #PR #PuertoRico

VetLife #VetsGLife

USMC #SemperFi

Instagram- @Freds_GLife
Spitfire Titanium Lug Nuts from Raceseng, Carbon Fiber body kit and trunk spoiler from, Removable license plate from EezePlate, Ceramic Coating from SystemX Ceramic installed by Tilitim703, LowGlow underglow kit from, Black badging, Roof Spoiler from Spoiler King and Hydrodipped by East Coast Hydrographics BCForged HCS21S 20×9 +30 Front, 20×10 +45 Rear, on Michelin All-Season tires 245/35/20 Front 275/30/20 Rear, Dynamic Friction drilled and slotted rotors, Ark Performance lowering springs installed by DAS Performance, Amber DRL conversion kit from PlugNPlayCustoms
Trunk Tray from Weathertech All season trays from Weathertech, Evolve Ceramic Tint from Suntekfilms, installed by Actionwindowtinting, Red Genesis door striker covers from Kdmwarehouse, Red paddle shifter extensions from Kdmwarehouse, Ring Car Cam, Brushed door fram molding from Kdmwarehouse, Genesis logo door handle catch plate from Kdmwarehouse, Steel speaker trim on all four doors Custom Forged Carbon steering wheel, door trim, center console, seatbacks from Vivid Visual @kiastingerchannel
Oil, coolant, and radiator fluid caps from Burger_tuning, Coolant cap from Burger_tuning, Strut cross braces and bolts from Burger_tuning, Hydrodipped carbon fiber engine cover from Kdmwarehouse, Performance Dual Intake from Burger_tuning, Tial BOV with adapter from Burger_tuning, Custom airbrushed hoodliner, BMS fuse covers, Gold bolts from Dressupbolts, Afe Power intercooler cold charge pipe installed by DAS Performance, Custom badge and hood prop from atomiccarconcepts
Future Mods
VTForged Aero-2FS custom wheels
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2023.05.31 03:28 trapspeed Almost about to sign on this Mojave. Is this fair?

Is a 2020 Gladiator Mojave worth $46,991 USD? What would a fair price be?
45.4k miles
(What options does it have or is it missing?) I believe it has LED lights. And the smaller display?
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2023.05.31 02:31 Pug__Jesus [H] Various Humblebundles [W] Wasteland 3, Fights In Tight Spaces, Tainted Grail, Beneath Oresa

112 Operator
911 Operator
A Story About My Uncle
Action Henk
Age of Wonders II: The Wizard's Throne
Age of Wonders III
The Amazing American Circus
Amnesia: The Dark Descent + Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs
Archangel: Hellfire - Fully Loaded
Ashampoo Photo Optimizer 7
Aurion: Legacy of the Kori-Odan
Auto Age: Standoff
Awesomenauts Yogscast Pack - Coco Nebulon
Awesomenauts Yogscast Pack - Rocco
Awesomenauts Yogscast Pack - Skolldir
Awesomenauts Yogscast Pack - Ted McPain
The Bard's Tale
Battlerite DLC: YogYog Bear Mount
Bionic Commando
Breach & Clear
Broken Age
Brothers: A Tale of Two Sons
Car Mechanic Simulator 2018
Chime Sharp
Citizens of Earth
ClusterPuck 99
Cook, Serve, Delicious! 3?!
Corridor Z
Crusaders of the Lost Idols - Elite Starter Pack
Crying Suns
Cursed Castilla (Maldita Castilla EX)
Dagon: by H. P. Lovecraft - The Eldritch Box DLC
Deadly Sin
Deadly Sin 2
Dear Esther: Landmark Edition
Defend Your Life: TD
Deponia: The Complete Journey
Draw Slasher
Drawful 2
Driftland: The Magic Revival
Dungeon of the Endless
Endless Space 2
Europa Universalis IV
Expeditions: Viking
Figment Soundtrack
The Final Station
FreeCell Quest
Fury Unleashed
Go Home Dinosaurs
Going Under
Golf With Your Friends - OST
GRIP: Combat Racing Artifex DLC
Guns of Icarus Alliance
Guns of Icarus Alliance Soundtrack
Guns of Icarus Alliance Yogscast 2017 Costume Pack
Hector: Badge of Carnage
Idle Champions of the Forgotten Realms -- Celeste Starter Pack
The Interactive Adventures of Dog Mendonça and Pizza Boy
Iron Danger
Jurassic World Evolution - Deluxe Dinosaur Pack
Last Horizon
Last Word
Legacy of Dorn: Herald of Oblivion
Lion Quest
Love Letter
Lust for Darkness
Lust from Beyond: M Edition
Main Assembly
Max Payne 3
Mimic Arena
Ministry of Broadcast
Mirage: Arcane Warfare
Moon Hunters
Motorcycle Mechanic Simulator 2021
NASCAR Heat 2 - October Jumbo Expansion
Neon Drive (Steam)
Neverwinter Feywild Starter Pack
Nex Machina
No Time To Explain Remastered
Offensive Combat: Redux!
Old Man's Journey
OlliOlli2: Welcome to Olliwood
On Rusty Trails
Orbital Racer
Out of Reach: Treasure Royale
Out of the Park Baseball 18
Pale Echoes
Pandemic: Roles & Events
Pandemic: The Board Game
Post Void
Radio Commander
Raw Data
Remnants of Isolation
Renegade Ops Collection
Roarr! Jurassic Edition
RPG Maker 2000
RPG Maker VX
Ryse: Son of Rome
Sanctum 2
Say No! More
Scanner Sombre
She Remembered Caterpillars
Slinger VR
Space Gladiators: Escaping Tartarus
Steel Rats
Super Raft Boat
Tales from Candlekeep: Tomb of Annihilation - Asharra’s Diplomat Pack
Tales from Candlekeep: Tomb of Annihilation - Birdsong’s Entertainer Pack
Tales from Candlekeep: Tomb of Annihilation - Dragonbait’s Dungeoneer Pack
Tales from Candlekeep: Tomb of Annihilation - Tales of Artus Cimber’s Explorer Pack
Team Fortress 2 badges - Mandrew's Munificent Mug and Israphel's Eleemosynary Expression
Team Racing League
Telefrag VR
Telltale Texas Hold'em
Tesla Effect: A Tex Murphy Adventure
This War of Mine
Tiny Echo
Tooth and Tail
Tormentor X Punisher
Toy Odyssey: The Lost and Found
Treasure Hunter Simulator
The USB Stick Found in the Grass
Uurnog Uurnlimited
Wanderlust: Travel Stories
War for the Overworld - Yogscast Worker Skin
Warhammer® 40,000: Dawn of War® - Game of the Year Edition
Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War II
Warhammer 40,000: Kill Team
Warhammer: End Times - Vermintide
We Are Alright
West of Dead
Wizard of Legend
World to the West
X-Morph: Defense + European Assault, Survival of the Fittest, and Last Bastion DLC
Yoku's Island Express
Zeno Clash 2
Zombie Night Terror
I also have Humble Choice leftovers from the following that I haven't sorted through yet:
APRIL 2020 HUMBLE CHOICE (Driftland, Turok 2, Truberbrook, Shoppe Keep 2, Capitalism 2)
APRIL 2021 HUMBLE CHOICE ( Shenmue III, Main Assembly, Rock Of Ages 3, In Other Waters, Aven Colony, Simulcra I+II, Colt Canyon, Skully, Popup Dungeon)
AUGUST 2020 HUMBLE CHOICE (Hello Neighbor + Hide And Seek, Littlebig Workshop, American Fugitive, The Coma 2, A Case Of Distrust)
DECEMBER 2021 HUMBLE CHOICE (Beyond The Wire, The Survivalists, Lacuna, 8 Doors, Greak, Tohu, Voidigo)
FEBRUARY 2021 HUMBLE CHOICE (Moving Out, The Wild 8, Train Station Renovation, Werewolf The Apocalypse Heart Of The Forest, Lovecraft's Untold Stories, Iris And The Giant, Boomerang Fu)
JANUARY 2021 HUMBLE CHOICE (Total Tank Simulator, Song Of Horror, Vampire The Masquerade: Shadows Of New York, Tales Of The Neon Sea, Deleveled, The Ambassador)
JUNE 2020 HUMBLE CHOICE (Supraland, Grid, The Messenger, Felix The Reaper, Remnants Of Naezith, Overload, The Stillness Of The Wind, The King's Bird)
MARCH 2021 HUMBLE CHOICE (WWE 2k, Hotshot Racing, Peaky Blinders, Cyber Hook, Pesterquest, Boreal Blade, Ageless)
MAY 2020 HUMBLE CHOICE (Xcom 2, Niche, Swords Of Ditto, Neoverse, Horace)
NOVEMBER 2020 HUMBLE CHOICE (Imperator: Rome, Darksburg, Little Misfortune, Smile For Me, Tsioque, Rover Mechanic Simulator, Youropa, Townsmen)
OCTOBER 2020 HUMBLE CHOICE (Iron Danger, Autonauts, Shadows: Awakening, Fantasy Blacksmith, The Suicide Of Rachel Foster, Goat Of Duty, The Uncertain, Lightmatter)
SEPTEMBER 2020 HUMBLE CHOICE (Lethal League, Fun With Ragdolls, Evoland, Yooka-Laylee And The Impossible Lair, The Occupation, The Shapeshifting Detective)
SEPTEMBER 2021 HUMBLE CHOICE (Neon Abyss, Atomicrops, Heaven's Vault, Swag And Sorcery, Fort Triumph, Orwell: Ignorance Is Strength, Framed Collection)
My region is North America.
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2023.05.31 02:03 Thecoastercactus Stradman’s Jeep Gladiator 6x6 ‘Hellasaurus’ - clean or heep?

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2023.05.30 23:33 Danmart24 Wats the biggest tire that fits a gladiator no lift kit no rubbing??

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2023.05.30 23:30 Extension_Tax5636 Does anyone have these on your Gladiator. If so, would you recommend them?

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2023.05.30 23:02 tactical22 Daily to weekend driver

I have a 2020 gladiator with 65k miles that has been my daily since new. No mechanical issues so far but I now have a work vehicle and will only be driving the jeep occasionally.
Is there anything I should be on the lookout for or anything I should do considering this change?
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2023.05.30 22:55 Arcetos New in depth Asura guide. Two builds, Yellow frantic Hold&Cancel and Blue extended Flamefetter

New in depth Asura guide. Two builds, Yellow frantic Hold&Cancel and Blue extended Flamefetter
I did a couple asura short guides, but this will be the last (at least for a looong time), and more extensive one.
I will try to cover close to everything related to Asura, and go over two builds, one that has frantic and stressful (but fun) gameplay, and another one for those who just want a more "chill" way of playing. Note that yellow is about 20 to 30% more performant than blue.


Before we begin, a quick run about some important concepts.
- Skill cancel: Dodging at the right time, makes it so skills and attacks are still effective, while cutting short the animation. This is not only true for Asura, but for her is specially effective. For her 3rd skill, it can be cut almost instantly, 2nd skill as well, and 1st skill as soon as you see the arms appear you can dodge. For the hold attack, as soon as she makes contact with the ground it can also be canceled. For the skills look at when flamefetter state starts, and you can cancel immediately.
Another tip, is to always dodge laterally, never back as dodging away from the enemy takes more time. When playing just aim to do 2 holds, once you get comfortable aim for 3
- Flamefetter state: It's activated upon the use of any skill. For default lasts for 4 seconds and meanwhile it provides extra 20% fire damage. Asura's whole kit and gameplay should revolve around this. Since Flamefetter is a long name, I'll just say FF from now on.
- Do bursts of damage when FF is up if possible: hold attacks, skills and ultimate (yours).
- Functor key: For Asura it's quite important to get if you plan on playing her long-term. It changes the gameplay style and adds a ton of damage.
- When in groups or multiple bosses, use the "target" button to focus on one objective, this way the hold attack fire resistance shred's value will be more consistent.


Use the recommended ones, that provide fire damage and energy regeneration. Prometeus flame and Jörmingandr
For the enchant effects, focus on "Fire blessing -> Fire damage %, and ***"Gladiator" -> Normal atk damage % (because hold attacks I've been told are considered normal, as those are in normal attack description)***. Other effects like crit rate is quite good, and others like -energy cost, index mod multiplier, damage against XYZ enemies are fine too. But focus on the two mentioned plus/or crit (low priority).
As the user u/PheNamenal65 pointed out, crit rate and crit damage are solid picks long term, because we're potentially going to aim and get 4 enchants for each sigil. You don't necessarily need to skip those if you get them.
*** In the chinese bibili wiki it says that it's considered skill damage, but in the global it's not. Contacted CS about this to clarify, I'll edit/address this once answered. It will end up being considered skill damage most probably.
This are my enchantments. Are WAY away from being perfect (on the way on being so one day). You can see the mentioned effects tho:
We don't have units that synergize too well with Asura right now, or more specifically good established fire teams. When asked vets on discord, I've been answered, and seen replied to other players that using S Poseidon and Tsukuyomi is the way to go, just for the raw dps (and poseidon's CC).
The most recommended bot is Me-Yow, providing extra energy when doing perfect dodges. Works well with both builds, but specially recommended for the yellow build.
When playing with the blue build, depending how you go about it, energy may overflow (be capped). Then other bots like Mitir, to extend modified mode for 3 seconds or Minininja to increase teammates crit rate are also good options.
As for the chips, do whatever you feel more comfortable with tbh. I'm using "Tactical Assembly" to have my companions near to focus better targets and make better use of team's CC. And "Countermeasure" to extend poseidon's freeze for 1 sec. Comfortable ones.
"Battlefield Dominance" and "Marginal Benefit" are also very good if you prefer raw dps rather than usability.

The objective of the build:
  1. Abuse hold attack as much as possible
  2. Abuse skill cancels for skills and attacks
  3. Don't use hold attack if FF is not activated
How does the build work?
  • With the third yellow code, when doing a hold attack, half of remaining energy is consumed to do more damage with the next skill (up to 100% more).
  • With jörmungandr sigils, each time energy is used, there is a chance at recovering 35% of energy.
  • With functor key, first hold after entering FF restores 12 energy, deals extra dmg based on normal hits and reduces enemy fire resistance with each hit. Also each hold while FF increases hold attack damage while FF lasts (that's one of the reasons we aim to do 3 holds per FF).
  • You can do 2 normal punches then 2 hold attacks, instead of 3 hold attacks, and the damage output will be quite the same.
  • Practice a bit the skill cancels. At first go for 2 holds per FF, after some time go for 3.
  • If when playing, if you try to do a 3rd hold, and you're seeing that it won't connect the hit inside FF, dodge cancel, to save up energy.
  • If planning on doing only 2 holds, can chain skills for them to do more damage also.
The gameplay for this build, if played this way is super effective, but also super frantic. If you don't want to bother about constant holds and constant animation cancels, go for the blue build.
Shoutout to XLyrcX for explaining to me the hold attack-dodge cancel.

Objective of the build:
  1. Overlap all the skills possible
  2. Use 3 skills at once, extend three times, rinse and repeat.
  3. Bursts and ultimate after casting 3 skills.
How does the build work?
  • With the blue codes, we get 45% extra fire damage during FF instead of 20%.
    • The duration of FF is extended by 4 seconds, based on remaining time (so if there were 2 seconds of FF left, the new one will last 6 seconds).
      • The extra fire damage bonus will stack, based on each skill duration (so hypotetically, if all 3 skills were casted simultaneously, the FF would provide 135% extra fire damage lasting 12 seconds).
  • Hold & Spam as in the yellow build is still the most effective way to go BUT not for a wide margin. From my testing, playing "normally" vs Hold&Spam is about 16% less effective (making more use of functor's "punch to accumulate hold damage"). So you can play more "normally" and calmly with this build and still perform well.
  • For the three skills cooldowns to be consistent, do all 3 at the same time with cancels, preferably starting with skill 1. Then extend three times with skills 1 & 3 & 1, and after that all three skills will be off cooldown to be cast at the same time again.
  • At the beginning of the match, wait a bit to gather energy before using the skills.
If you think this was helpful, please comment about it! If there is anything to add/fix/change about Asura and this guide, please do say so and I'll edit it and u/you!
I hope you have a blast playing Aether Gazer, but you'll for sure have it if playing Asura! Enjoy! :D
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2023.05.30 22:33 Emberari Work in progress

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2023.05.30 22:31 Jeeeeeeeeeeeeep Selling jeep/setup

Selling jeep/setup
Hey all!
I'm not thrilled to be making this post but I am planning on selling my 2001 Jeep Cherokee 2 door sport.
Posting here because I outfitted it for casual remote working / "vanlife" and thought maybe someone would be interested before I tear it all apart for a general sale.
Some of these are older photos but can provide more recent details and maintenence stuff etc if anyone has interest.
It currently has a platform with a 36in pullout desk from the tailgate. And a full solar setup. I'm hoping to take the platform with me to my next vehicle but am willing to part with that as well as the solar system for the right price!
Overall it's in great condition, it has some quirks but what vehicle this old doesn't 🙃 ~120k miles and has been incredibly reliable for me over past 5 years across multiple 1-6 month long treks around the states.
Feel free to comment or PM me for more info. I'll be driving it to Minnesota from North Carolina in July to swap vehicles.
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2023.05.30 21:37 jinmei123 [US-NY] [H] WKL A-Stock Black Bias, White Fuji65 FE, JTK Night Sakura base, alpha, extension, deskmat, Geekark PBT Accents [W] PayPal

Selling some items that gb took too long or no longer want. Pretty much selling for what I paid. Comment before PM. All items are CONUS and BNIB. Open to offers

Item Detail Price
Fuji65 Founders Edition (White) BNIB, Hotswap PCB, Alu Plate, FE Mirror back plate, Gold Sakura Badge, Extra Plate Foam $500 shipped
A-Stock WKL Black Bias BNIB from GB, Includes an EXTRA polycarbonate plate $775 shipped
JTK Night Sakura BNIB, Base Kit, Double Shot Alphas Kit, Extension Kit, Deskmat $250 shipped
Geekark PBT Accents BNIB, Salmon Pink, Grapefruit Pink, Taro Purple, Sea Salt Blue. Comes in bags $50 shipped

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2023.05.30 19:03 avwgtiguy Project vehicle

Hi! New to the channel, and lifestyle, and wondering which vehicle would be a good base to begin with. I'm between a Jeep Gladiator and Toyota Tacoma but would love to hear thoughts, pros vs cons, etc. between the two from folks with experience. Any other suggestions are more than welcome. One quick thought - how come you hardly ever see a F150 as an overlander?
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2023.05.30 18:29 Stephancevallos905 PITAKA Giveaway: Win a Limited Edition Pixel-Game MagEZ Case 3 for your Galaxy S23 Ultra

PITAKA Giveaway: Win a Limited Edition Pixel-Game MagEZ Case 3 for your Galaxy S23 Ultra
Hey Samsung! Stephan here, and I have some good news! PITAKA wants to do another giveaway for Samsung. I am really excited because they are launching a limited edition retro themed case, and based on feedback are expanding the launch to Samsung devices this time (previously was iPhone only). I feel as "non-iphone' users, we miss out on cool cases from time to time, so I am glad that s23 ultra owners will have one more option. I have used PITAKA's MagEZ Case 3 and MagEZ Battery pack, and I like the products. The magnets are really strong and make a really satisfying "click" sound. The cases are super thin but ridged since they are carbon fiber. Anyhow, PITAKA is doing a giveaway of 5 units. Here is what they have given me:
The Weaving+ is a new limited edition product series launched by PITAKA in 2023. It originated from the "Weave the Next" playoff last year, a collision of ideas regarding phone case design.
🌟 Introducing Limited Edition MagEZ Case 3 for Galaxy S23 Ultra🌟
This design was inspired by Princess Peach explains to Mario after his first failure:“When you get hit, you lose the power. Come on, try again.” Life is a game not much different than Super Mario and games alike. We fail. We try again. We embrace and learn from failure. With more steps we take, we become smarter, better, and stronger.
Know more here:
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✨ Giveaway Details ✨
🙋 How to Enter
  1. Join the pitaka community
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  3. Leave your memories and impressions of pixel game & your phone model on the comments
  1. We will randomly select 5 lucky winners to receive our Limited Edition case kit
  2. Package Contents: 1 x MagEZ Case 3(Limited Edition) + 1 x MagEZ Grip + 1 x Badge.
  1. Only one submission per account,and the case is just for Galaxy Ultra users.
  2. All winners will be drawn randomly and announced in pitaka on June 6th.
  3. Giveaway ends on 05/06/23 at 10 pm EST.
  4. u/PITAKA-Official will contact winners via Chat(Mesasge) by 09/06/23.
*Disclaimer: Please be aware of scams and note that we will never ask for any of your bank details as entries into this event. All communication will come from the PITAKA-Official account.
Don't miss this exciting opportunity to collect the limited edition case. Enter our giveaway now and good luck!

*Disclaimer: PITAKA has not provided me or anyone in the Samsung team financial compensation.
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2023.05.30 17:57 EffusiveBest Ordered a few jerseys from JJsport

And everyone has had a issue.
Man City - sleeves wrong
Canada - slanted badge
Portugal - slanted badge and wrong position
Arsenal new kit - adidas logo slanted.
Awful. Trying kitgg after. His stuff looks a lot better over all. Or is there someone better? Fed up of badges Not even straight.
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