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2022.01.27 13:52 FriendC35 Sonic music is the 🐐

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2022.01.27 13:52 wondrous_willow Smile it’s contagious 🥰

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2022.01.27 13:52 Limunardo A normal day in the metro

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2022.01.27 13:52 pitypartys I've just been doing Eye of Eden for the first time, however now I'm stuck at this part. In a walkthrough I saw you are supposed to hug the white spirit, however I don't get an option for it. I pressed like every button, restarted the game twice but I can't do anything. Anyone know what to do?

I've just been doing Eye of Eden for the first time, however now I'm stuck at this part. In a walkthrough I saw you are supposed to hug the white spirit, however I don't get an option for it. I pressed like every button, restarted the game twice but I can't do anything. Anyone know what to do? submitted by pitypartys to SkyGame [link] [comments]


2022.01.27 13:52 LastHopeOfDawn What the hell even happened in Eastward?

For those who don't know, Eastward is a game published by Chucklefish, a.k.a. Yacht Club but with lower standards. It's kind of hard to describe because it's one of those games that clearly had a thousand influences. The art-style is Earthbound-inspired (I assume, because it looks like Lisa the Painful except 50% less sweaty and desperate), the gameplay is Zelda-ish, and the story is a little bit of goddamn everything. It's like the living average of an 8.5 out of 10 on Metacritic.
I kinda liked Eastward overall. I'm a sucker for these big, sprawling slow-burn plots that play out over a number of stages, and I liked some of the character writing and most of the music. That said, having played through the whole game I can barely tell you what the plot was beyond the abstract. The abstract is literally every bad Nausicaa ripoff you've ever seen; there's been an apocalypse, there's some kind of semi-natural phenomena that's dangerous for humans, and there's this malevolent set of infrastructure that's killing off all of humanity repeatedly in the hopes of creating "a new, more evolved humanity." It's up to an adopted daughter-and-father duo to stop it, though really they're only just learning about all of this after being banished from their Gurren-Lagann-esque cave settlement for the first time and for most of the game they're just heading East on a literal railroad. It helps that the daughter figure, Sam is clearly connected to the infrastructure in some way as she's secretly the newest incarnation of someone called Mother (ha-ha) but... it's really just infrastructure! It's just a dumb machine set in motion by unknown hands and controlled by someone who was either a product of the machine or a creator of the machine? Maybe? God help me if I could tell you one way or the other because the machine has no human face.
Okay, technically Mother counts, but Mother never explains anything or expresses any motive beyond, "mankind sucks, Sam, !>and you used to be me!<." It's not even clear if she was a product of the system, a founder of the system, or both somehow. All we know is that a bunch of weird old LARPing men call her Mother and she's connected to the Machine For Anime Pigs somehow.
Hell, stopping "the MIASMA" and the weird machines that produce it/constantly cull humanity/do spooky and indistinct things because PLOT only becomes our heroes' concern in the final third of the game, because up until that point they didn't know about it. Before that, they were heading east to try and catch up with a pair of side characters because one of said characters (Alva) was dying and the other character (Isabel, who is the product of said weird machines in a way that is never explained) is trying to get to a place called Ester City in a vain hope that their advanced machinery will save her dying girlfriend's life. Before that, they were just heading East because the train they were on when they were banished was heading East and, well, why not?!
It really feels like the plot was assembled from loose scraps of various anime, 10s-era webnovels and whatever else the devs thought was cool. Like, you fight Isabel in front of a massive bank of cloning tanks full of naked Alva clones... because she's there? Because it's cool to fight Tragic Sword Lesbian? Isabel seems to think that the player would try and stop her from using the clone tanks, but like... what she's doing has no relation to what Mother is doing, she's just using a part of the doomsday machine's infrastructure for something beyond its intended purpose. Her and Alva's story is simultaneously a carrot to get the PCs moving in the right direction and a red herring. And her boss fight uses parry mechanics the game rarely uses, making it a nightmare of a setpiece to actually get through.
Also it really rubs me wrong that the game killed off half of its only lesbian couple and made the other into a boss fight, but that's basically self-explanatory.
There's also a character called Solomon who's basically every poorly written Time Travel villain in a nutshell. You meet him at three stages of the game, and each time you do he's a different age (teenager, manchild, elderly mad scientist). Young Solomon I actually kinda like because he's clearly somehow displaced in time, and he's trying desperately to avoid his fate... not that I could tell you what that fate is, because Manchild Solomon is a whackaloon stuck on a temporally-looping train car filled with evolved monkeys shooting movies for his own entertainment, and Old Solomon starts his chapter seemingly dead and ends it by ambushing the PCs in what is apparently a stroke of defiance against Mother I guess?! I guess he was one of the founders of the horrible world-ending infrastructure, but what he wanted or which side of the isle he stood on I have no idea. Either he wanted to stop John and Sam because he wanted the cycle of death and rebirth to end, or because he didn't want it to end. I guess. How can you write a villain so vaguely that they can be easily interpreted as either desperately wanting one thing or desperately defying that same thing?
Why do indie devs do this? Why does every charming pixel art game I get my hands on on Steam have some kind of enormous sprawling plot replete with Proper Nouns? I mean I guess I can't object too much, clearly the developers watch just as much anime as I do and they're clearly excited about their great big story, it's just... I'm so confused! What is this game? What's the point?
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2022.01.27 13:52 Tayo826 The Green Bay Packers have got new owners now!

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2022.01.27 13:52 Seemsimandroid What if all 50 states became free

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2022.01.27 13:52 butternonflyer how to put syllabus dates into a google calendar

I think I saw someone posted about this the other day, but I can’t find it now. Is there an website/app where you can take all your syllabi and it downloads the dates into a google or apple calendar?
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2022.01.27 13:52 t_j_o_s My slightly inaccurate NES Ninja Gaiden collection 🤣

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2022.01.27 13:52 yeastyjackal919 Need help with Nuke write node

Need help with Nuke write node Hello all, I am a student taking a Nuke class and for HW our teacher wats us to export in h.264 with 3000 kbps with a keyframe every 20 seconds. I followed his tutorial but when I go to write node and change the codec settings, I don't have that option (see attached pic) and it is grayed out. any help is much appreciated! thanks!
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2022.01.27 13:52 bluemodem YouTube “Family” Based Channels.

Thoughts on them? 🧐...Are they ethical is the kids can't even really consent to being on them? Same for reality based TV shows. Movies may be a gray area? Idk...
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2022.01.27 13:52 unpr3dictable_galaxy Best cheap mobo to pair with i5-10400

Currently looking at MSI B560m-a pro. Any pros and cons? Any other suggestions besides that MSI?
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2022.01.27 13:52 KingOfCranes Those drums just draw you back in

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2022.01.27 13:52 NoSoulsINC [USA-MO] [H] local cash [W] half height server rack

Looking for a server rack around 20u. Mainly just needs to be full depth and have working castors. Willing to drive up to around 50 miles from the Kansas City area to pickup
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2022.01.27 13:52 Cero_Shinigami 27 [M4F] Europe dunno what will happen but here I am … hmu

Hey hey 👋🏾
Im Martin, 27 and I’m from Germany. Im born in South America and Live here since i am 4years old.
Im into Animes, Games, Food and just started bouldering as sport.
Uhm if you wanna know more, dm me and we can start chatting. I also open to chat on WhatsApp or Instagram.
See you later 🤙🏾
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2022.01.27 13:52 LonestarRanger58 Gente de RH en las empresas ¿Realmente importa de donde salgas de la universidad?

Lo que dice en el titulo, ¿a las empresas les importa de donde salgas o que escuela dice en tu titulo?
¿Que valoran mas? ¿prefieren un egresado de una universidad grande (ej. Tec) con solo su titulo o alguien de una universidad mediana (ej, Tecmilenio) con certificados (que se que las dan junto con el titulo) o realmente en que se fijan al contratar a los egresados
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2022.01.27 13:52 choosetosmile567 High Yield Notes

Does anyone know any quick reviews with high yield notes or questions for step 1 USMLE or IFOM exam ? My uni has informed us very last minute that we will have to write it n we will be the first batch sitting for this exam. Have around 20 days time. Any help would be greatly appreciated
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2022.01.27 13:52 ElectronicFudge5 Rikki Neave: Mum 'told the truth' when she denied murder of son

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2022.01.27 13:52 GizmoHub COCINARE GO POWER ELITE : YOUR PERSONAL BLENDER YOU CAN BRING ANYWHERE | Indiegogo | Gizmo-Hub.com

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2022.01.27 13:52 ggallo7 Chrome whitening screenshots

Chrome whitening screenshots I've been using greenshot for years, without issue, and now all of a sudden when I try capturing a region on chrome the entire screen gets weird. Not sure why this is happening.

What it looks like
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2022.01.27 13:52 Thorsdotter Wat is this?

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2022.01.27 13:52 carnalhag Popular anti-work subreddit goes private after awkward Fox News interview

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2022.01.27 13:52 mekbots The Thundering of Hooves at Night

Smoke danced in the air, the scent of charcoals and herbs filling the camp and rising to the heavens. The warm glow of the goddess Tapati embraced the crowds of people gathered in orbit around a bonfire. Mirroring the fluid nature of the whirling plumes above and around them, dancers in brightly coloured dress hopped and ducked in time to the beating of drums. Accompanying their display and the beating of drums, tribal chanting from their audience filled the dancers with vigour. Men and women alike took part in the dancing, and even a few children were substituted in for a minute at certain parts. Laughter and conversation was muffled in the background further away from the performance.
Eventually the dance drew to its finale: the dancers all stopped where they were in the circle around the flames. Here they dropped to the ground on their knees, their faces pressed into the warm dirt. The drums too stopped for a moment and the crowd went silent in anticipation. Then, a lead dancer shouted something which conducted the others to follow. The drums beat faster and faster and the crowd chanted along in equal tempo. As the sounds grew quicker and the rush of excitement filled them all, the dancers rose from their knees and jumped with hands splayed to the stars. Then, chanting the sacred words they jumped over and over in time with the beat of the drums and audience. After a few moments, the performance reached its apex and amidst the jumping and shouting, the dancers surpassed it all with frightful screams. Thus the dance was ended.
Early the next day, with smoulders of the bonfire still hot and cinders glowing softly in the morning light, the crowd was gathered once again. Almost thirty of them were now atop their beloved companion-mounts and receiving wishes of good fortune and farewells from the children and elderly who were on foot. Among the mounted were men and women alike with no clear distinction or difference between them. The more powerful elites of the tribe however could be marked out by their distinct scaled armour and spears made from bronze, however the rest of the Iski cavaliers donned their more traditional tunics and leather padding, equipped with formidable compound bows. This was by no means a large host, but it was a reasonable band of warriors comprised of the most able of a single tribe. Their numbers would soon swell however as this party was destined to meet with warriors from other tribes.
With all their weapons packed or in hand, their armour tightened, belts fastened, and a light baggage set to follow, the Iski equestrians trotted away from their camp. As final waves of goodbye were concluded and the odd shout to take care or remember to do some chore was yelled back to the camp, the horses went from a trot to a gallop. Soon the faded bellow of smoke from the smouldering bonfire grew smaller and more distant as the riders headed west. They rode for a full day, enjoying their ancestral homeland on the steppe, telling each other stories and talking of plans for the days to come. Eventually night drew close and the Iski made camp in the open plains of the steppe. Their own smaller smoke stack from a far more humble campfire rose alone in a sky to meet with the stars.
The next day, after a short breakfast, the riders were mounted and on their way once again. It wasn't long before finally, they spotted another smokestack to the west, and as they drew closer, apparently a few more near to it; this was what they were looking for. A couple of hours of pleasant riding on flat grasslands saw them to their destination. Evidently they were on time so they granted their bestial companions a rest from galloping and walked their horses to the distant plumes instead. Upon reaching the source of the smoke that flooded the sky, the Iski riders were amazed.
Numerous campfires dotted the field before them with a large number of tents and makeshift shelters around them. Conversing in armour around the fires, cooking meals, and training with their horses, a host of other Iski were waiting. It soon became apparent that they were the last to arrive and the rest of the camp had been waiting only for them now. With the host of riders fully assembled, celebrations were held befitting warriors who were about to do battle and performances similar to the dance on the night before were enjoyed. This time however many of the rites and rituals conducted were dedicated to Vathani, the god of war.
Amongst these demonstrations, various sacrifices were conducted by the Iski warriors: a few prisoners which one of the other parties brought with them were presented. Along with them, a few heads of cattle and even the stolen horses of their enemies. Of the men, their throats were cut and the blood collected in vessels and poured onto the swords of a few prominent warriors. Their arms were torn from the bodies and thrown to the sky, where they then landed served as an omen and so they were to be left where they fell. Of the cattle, their throats were cut too and again the blood collected in vessels - this blood was poured on the blades of lesser warriors. And finally of the horses which were sacrificed, their throats were cut also but their blood was allowed to spill to the ground. This was the offering which no man could lay claim to. Once dead and the blood came to a slight leak, the horse carcasses were burned.
With a bonfire of horses, the rituals were concluded and drinking, inhalation of herbs, and celebrating were enjoyed into the night. The next day the host of Iski riders would set out for their quarrel. The large war camp was disassembled and the riders readied themselves. At last, another three full days ride galloping west saw them approach the territory of the Sarmatians. It was here that the Iski were headed and here where their bounty could be found. Eventually, after some more riding at a slower pace, the Iski drew to the very frontier of the Sarmatians by the afternoon, just out of range of their easternmost tribes. Here they made camp once again.
As the evening drew near, there was no drinking or casual talk as in the night before but instead a serious atmosphere of men prepared to do battle. Of course, if all went well, there would be no resistance and no reason to expect or fear death. But still, the most seasoned warrior can only imagine what might happen; only the gods know for certain what fate has in store. So with sombre preparations and a few loose plans discussed, the various tribes joined in unison as a host of raiders; in totally they numbered in the hundreds, all mounted, and most equipped with compound bows which they could skilfully fire while riding at almost full speed. Evening gave way to night, and a few small groups were left behind to guard the camp for when they returned, the rest trotted out as they did when they first left their homes.
It was a quiet night. The stars lit up a cloudless sky and the moon illumined the steppe below. But still it was dark and many people were now asleep. Only a handful of watchmen stood guard, drowsy from lack of action, impatient for their replacement to relieve them of the night watch. Because of this inattentiveness, it was only too late that a great thundering of hooves could be heard such that did strike fear in the guards hearts. Already approaching at great speed, accompanied now by a fearful war cry, a horde of Iski mounted warriors charged in from out of nowhere.
The violence and mayhem that ensued was brutal. Many men who resisted were killed, but some, along with their wives and children, were taken prisoner. Weak palisade walls war pulled down, huts and tents were torched, and all the plunder in the village was found. Hardly a scrap of metal or shard of pottery was left behind save for that of a buried hoard from a precautionary trader. Unfortunately for the trader, he would never see his hoard again however as he was killed in the first hour of the raid; his treasure belonged to the earth and the gods now, left forgotten by mortal men for millennia to come.
By early morning, the village was but a smouldering pile of rubble and charcoal littered by bodies and dead animals. Such was the scene in many settlements across the eastern frontier of Sarmatia. Throughout the night, dispersed into a number of smaller raiding parties, the great host razed their quarry to the ground. Come morning, the raiders had returned to their camp, prisoners and captured animals in tow, with chests of plunder treated better than the latter. Many spoils had been won this day, and the plunder was divided among the tribes that took part.
Days later, a little over twenty riders returned to their tribe in the east. A few horses followed without their riders, and one rider walked with shame without a horse. Behind them all at a slow pace, seven prisoners were bound and tied to a horse bearing booty. Sorrow and grief filled some for their loss of a husband or father, or a wife or a mother, one kept to himself quietly at the loss of his closest companion, but the rest of the tribe rejoiced. Such wealth and plunder would ensure prosperity for months to come. The prisoners were fed and their clothes replaced with simple rags, and then they were tied to posts near the centre of the camp. The plunder was brought out and children played with jewellery and ceramics which glistened in the sunlight, some stained with blood.
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2022.01.27 13:52 OliverMarkusMalloy Fuck Nazis!

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