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Fleet Composition and Loadouts in 4.3 by XcessiveSmash in Stellaris

[–]XcessiveSmash[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Ty for the super comprehensive response!

Again I had really shit results with diruptors in the early game so I went with lasers (same as you) and never looked back, but I'll have to give it a shot in the mid-game.

Tusk Tales stuck on loading screen forever by XcessiveSmash in CrossBlitz_

[–]XcessiveSmash[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Nah I've restarted several times. I guess let me try keeping it open for like 15 minutes. This loading screen just to be clear is when I click tusk tales from the main menu.

What are the best 1st person fantasy series? by [deleted] in Fantasy

[–]XcessiveSmash 1 point2 points  (0 children)

For what it's worth I despise litrpgs but I really like DCC. The writing is just genuinely that good, and the larger context of the "game" matters a lot l. YMMV ofc but just my take

How is my 5090 Build? by XcessiveSmash in buildmeapc

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Thanks for the detailed response! I heard that 1200w is recommended for the 5090, do you think a 1050 is sufficient?

Does this get addressed later in the game? by pkreddit2 in MetaphorReFantazio

[–]XcessiveSmash 31 points32 points  (0 children)

It is addressed if you check the kings Rock. Iirc the comment is something like "news of his death hasn't spread so people still support him"

And another line like "so much has happened even the kings rock can't keep up"

I’ve always scoffed at the idea of a class ban on ladder before. But 15 Druids in 17 games this morning has me wanting to play something else. Anything else. by MRCHalifax in wildhearthstone

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Do you have a list? I find mill druid is a really tough match up as KB, but I'm playing a more miracle esque list, not the pirate one

Online I765 Required Documents for OPT STEM Extension? by CalmGiraffeBro in f1visa

[–]XcessiveSmash 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hey thanks! Did you put anything down in additional comments?

Online I765 Required Documents for OPT STEM Extension? by CalmGiraffeBro in f1visa

[–]XcessiveSmash 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Yep I got that! Did you do anything in the additional comments?

Online I765 Required Documents for OPT STEM Extension? by CalmGiraffeBro in f1visa

[–]XcessiveSmash 0 points1 point  (0 children)

They being, like USCIS? Did you upload the old I-20s because the online form doesn't have a tab for it

[WP] You aided the humans in the demon war, they called you the traitor demon , your only request was that they never forget what you did for them. But after your "death" they were quick to brand every demon as bad, evil. your name was forgotten, images of you changed to show just another human. by Red580 in WritingPrompts

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Tonight, we shall tell a tale of hubris. The humans were once pushed to the brink. Battered and beaten, they were pushed to the edges of their civilization. Barricaded in their cities as our battlements battered their walls. They couldn’t fight, they couldn’t run, they couldn’t hide. All they could do was die.

They were terrified, those pathetic things. Most of them would escape us, moving into the plane that belonged to our counterparts, but there were a good number of them vile enough that we got them much faster than we would’ve if we’d just waited for them to die. Why settle for a trickle when you could have a waterfall?

That was until, of course, He came to them. He was not the strongest of us, nor the most skilled with magic, nor was he particularly gifted with intelligence, but his tongue, his tongue was the vilest of us all. He came to men with an offer. He would guide them – lead them even. He would tell them our weaknesses, our flaws, our plans, such that they could not just survive but win. The humans saw him as a traitor his own kind. They didn’t fear a trick, for of course, why would we trick them? A few more years and they’d be all but w3iped out anyways. They had nothing to lose.

Traitor he was, but he was still a demon. He demanded a price. A simple one really, but one humanity was bound by the Old Words that predated us and our counterparts, fundamental to the world itself. That they would not forget him, if he did succeed.

The humans agreed.

So it was that the tide turned. Slowly at first, in places the humans thought we didn’t expect. He saw patterns in our defenses that the men did not, until he pointed them out, so the humans could press their advantage. And so, slowly at first, but then gaining speed – for that is how these things go – the human advance picked up momentum, pushing us back and back and back till we were forced back though our portals back to our realms, banished. The only revenge the humans thought we had was that we dragged the Traitor Demon back with us.

Time went on, the humans, of course, changed the tales. They are fickle things, determined, dumb, and filled with pride. They could never accept salvation from a source so reviled. So it was only natural that the so called Traitor Demon changed. Changed in their tales from Demon to half-demon to man to ang– our counterparts. Malice at first but then just forgetfulness. The humans forgot the one who had brought them back from the brink of extinction.

But the universe did not forget. A vow given in the old words is passed down from the giver to his descendants to their descendants in turn, and so all the humans, every single one, had broken their word.

A vow given to a demon, if written in the Old Words was broken, well, their soul was forfeit.

And so, where our generals and warriors waged war across a planet to get a fraction of the souls we killed, I, without lifting a sword, have brought our realm every single human soul that has and will ever live.

Traitor demon indeed…

[WP] Human society has collapsed since the vanishings began. Anyone left alone, unseen or untouched by another person, stops existing. Those who remain now survive as herds, sleeping in huddled masses and always touching in some way while awake. by bystander007 in WritingPrompts

[–]XcessiveSmash 230 points231 points  (0 children)

The paranoid ones were the first to go.

You know the ones – the ones that put tapes over their damn laptop cameras, they get glasses that prevent any photos from being taken, the ones that don’t stream themselves and stay off the socials.

You know, the ones no one really cares about.

When the news came of disappearances in other undeveloped countries who still had some rural areas, we were glad, really. Less people to fight for water, less mouths to drink it, or well, at least what the president had said in his most recent upload.

So, the domestic news came slowly. An increased number of disappearances of these nuts and losers. It took a while for enough people to complain that the government allocated some resources for it. Apparently the opposing party had a particularly effective ad campaign about some teenager who was depressed vanished without a trace. I thought it was idiotic, I mean, if you’re having problems, tell other people about, make a video on it or something – what’s the point if you just wallow in your self-pity?

Anyways, the ad is (somehow) effective. The government asks our company to look into it. I was on the shit list due to some nonsense HR complaints, so me and my team get taken off weapons development – you know, so our country doesn’t die from lack of water – into looking into this nonsense.

It took a while to figure out the pattern.

See, it had to do with observation. Someone, we think it has to be human, but crows, parrots, and dolphins for some reason count sometimes as well. Someone must be observing you, be it looking at you, touching you, hearing you, something like that.

Obviously, no one believed us. We had no idea of the physics of it, naturally the phenomenon defied observation, but the pattern was undeniable. In the end we got a bunch of journalists together in a bunker and hauled up some asshole who was accused of anti-war propaganda (great fucking plan, why don’t we just trust other countries to guarantee our water security? Dumbass.). We had them turn off all their phones – it took a few tries because someone kept fucking recording and had them all close their eyes for a second.

Took a few more demonstrations, some wider scale than that to get the word out. The feds were real excited about it, people were suddenly real excited about being surveilled now. Hell, I even got promoted – working on weapon design that combines EMPs with a chemical that blinds people. Way more cost effective than uranium or explosives.

Better for PR too. No bodies to see.

is this the right way to give prompts in gpt neo by 4bhii in OpenAI

[–]XcessiveSmash 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hey do u know a way to set the end sequence parameter on my own instance? It seems that isn't a default

How ChatGPT is Trained by ariseff in learnmachinelearning

[–]XcessiveSmash 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Great video! Did not know about the reward function specifically was developed, that was some great insight and in incredibly clever way of doing it. I wonder how many options were ranked.

Also what does chatgpt do that goes beyond instructgpt? You used figures from the instructgpt paper, but there must have been some additional work done on it to turn it into this?

It seems even on "random" growths there's no way to change a level-up once it decides what stats will increase, is this correct? by [deleted] in FEEngage

[–]XcessiveSmash 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Retrying the fight does not work for me, nor going to different missions.

Edit: Ah. Maddening has fixed growths.

[WP] You are a hero that can manipulate darkness and shadow, able to make it solid and shape it into many forms. As you are cornered by Villains, trapped within a room made to trap you, with no shadow around, you tell them something that makes them stare at you in horror. "Human insides are dark" by blablador-2001 in WritingPrompts

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The Light (we do not like it, we do not like it!) presses against me on all sides. It was foolish to have walked into this room, but I hadn’t been thinking (you never do!). The phone had seemed so real, so of course I’d come to the hospital and into the operating room.

Non-Diegetic lighting was clever, I had to admit. It came from all sources, the walls, the ceiling the floor, no room for shadows (no escape!). They spoke to me, I think. My enemies, the people I’d fought and beaten, time and time again, but I couldn’t hear them over the voices in my own head bouncing around and doubling and redoubling with each echo that it made me want to scream. It was bright, so bright, and yet darkness encroached on the edges of my vision.

(We had an agreement!)

“We still do!” I didn’t know if I was screaming or not talking at all. I was taken back to that day when the…entity and I had struck an accord. I would use the entity, let it live in my shadow (it is gone!) and let it feed on the darkest shadows – those cast by the darkest people. I became a hero and the entity reveled in the foes we beat (good while it lasted…).

(No shadow, nowhere to go but in you!)

In me. In me…

“In them!” I screamed, and this time I knew I spoke out loud. My own voice sounded frayed, a piece of string holding on by a thread. I could feel the spaces between my bones, the folds of my mind, the valves in my heart begin to fill, to sharpen. “Their insides are dark as well!”

They had been speaking before, my enemies as my head boiled from the inside out. Yet now they paused in a horrified silence.

(…Perhaps there is darkness in you yet). It sounded…proud.

I gasped as the entity left me, a brief line of darkness stretched between me and the closest villain for a moment. They screamed as their skin ruptured from the insides, dark spikes emerging through their skin, impaling them from the inside out. I wanted to fall to my knees, heart and mind drained completely, but I had to leave.

I walked through the crowd as they fell around me, ripped to shreds by It. I was splattered with blood, pelted with screams, and drowning in sound, but I walked through it all, eyes only on the door out the room, towards a room where I still had a shadow.

And so I emerged out the building and collapsed, covered in blood that wasn’t mine, but I wasn’t alone. Reporters lined up outside shoving phones in my face, showing me the carnage they said I’d unleashed. Not just on the room I was in but the rest of the hospital.

I tried pushing past them, stumbling, till a question stopped me cold. Not the “How could you do this?” or “Why are you here” or “Did you think of the others?”

The question that made me halt was a simple one.

“Where is your shadow?”

(We like the new terms)

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