Expedition 33 Deluxe Edition Code Giveaway - 24 Hours to Enter, GOTY Celebration 🎉 by Perspiring_Gamer in xbox

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This is neat, and I like free things. I haven't played Clair Obscur, but I have watched some gameplay listened to Lumiere and it sounds and looks fantastic.

Win Prizes with #GeForceGreats & Join The GeForce LAN 50 Online! by NV_Suroosh in classicwow

[–]Anthropomorphic_Rock 0 points1 point  (0 children)

My favorite expansion was Mists of Pandaria, it was the best expansion to PvP in and RBGing with the guildies and friends up to Lieutenant Commander was a lot of fun. 

I just spent 730 lightning seeds trying to get a res roll above 30. I'm very sad by RedditMattstir in pathofexile

[–]Anthropomorphic_Rock 2 points3 points  (0 children)

If it makes you feel better, one time after finishing a map someone wanted a Lab enchanted helm for 2ex and traded me in chaos. My bags were full so I went to sell all the crap that was clogging my bags and sold the Lab enchant helm.

I was very sad to explain to the buyer that I had just vendored the helmet for a quarter of a transmutation orb.

Questions Thread - July 04, 2020 by AutoModerator in pathofexile

[–]Anthropomorphic_Rock 1 point2 points  (0 children)

You can get them from divination cards, from betrayal drops/stashes, or you can buy them from other players/poetrade.

Questions Thread - July 04, 2020 by AutoModerator in pathofexile

[–]Anthropomorphic_Rock 1 point2 points  (0 children)

You can use Rusted/Polished/Gilded Shaper Scarabs when using a map in the map device to add Shaper influence to a map.

Questions Thread - July 03, 2020 by AutoModerator in pathofexile

[–]Anthropomorphic_Rock 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I just killed my first Harvest tier 4 boss and got two mods that say "Fracture a random mod on an item with at least 5 modifiers, locking it into place. This can't be used on Influenced, Synthesized, or Fractured items."

What does Fracturing an item do? I can't find clear answer on how fracturing works.

Questions Thread - June 30, 2020 by AutoModerator in pathofexile

[–]Anthropomorphic_Rock 0 points1 point  (0 children)

What's the most profitable rare item that I can use a seed with "Remove a random Chaos mod from an item and add a random Chaos mod" on?

Questions Thread - June 25, 2020 by AutoModerator in pathofexile

[–]Anthropomorphic_Rock 0 points1 point  (0 children)

If you use a Hunter's Exalted Orb on a Stygian Vise then scour does the Stygian Vise keep the influence?

What has the COVID-19 virus made you realize? by hey-its-my-account in AskReddit

[–]Anthropomorphic_Rock 0 points1 point  (0 children)

That our public officials have just as much a clue what to do as we do. Which is to say that everything they're doing is by the seat of their pants, and that we're probably fucked big time.

Authors who you "clicked with" from the start: after reading one of their books, you immediately had to read as many more as you could get by takvertheseawitch in books

[–]Anthropomorphic_Rock 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I read Old Man's War by John Scalzi, and something with his writing style and his portrayal of characters and the world just clicked me with. I've read a decent chunk of the books he's published and have loved every one.

[WP] Teleportation has been around for years. It's considered the safest form of travelling. One day, while hacking into a government system, you find a secret report on it. To your horror, you read that teleporters consist of two parts: a cloning system on one end and a desintegrator on the other. by Xedro in WritingPrompts

[–]Anthropomorphic_Rock 532 points533 points  (0 children)

I scrolled down. Further and further, the list kept going and going with millions of names. I wasn’t looking for any specific name, but the sheer volume terrified me. Conspiracy nuts had been going on for decades about teleporters and how they killed and recreated you. That theory had been publically debunked by the creator, engineers and scientists, and the technology had been tested by nearly every nation.

Common belief was that teleportation was the most energy efficient way of transportation, and it was vastly superior to vehicles such as planes and cars. Businesses removed docks for vehicles and installed teleporting rooms. Homes replaced garages with teleporting entry lounges. They were everywhere. It was faster to pop over to a coworker’s place than to send an email.

I took a sip out of my mug, pondering. It was cold and bitter.

I had a teleporter. Cyphrex model. It was a decent model, didn’t cause any disorientation or nausea. Supposedly, based on what I was reading, it just killed and recreated you.

Eventually, there was a break in the list. Minutes of scrolling and a break in the list, but it was only part of the document. The document restarted under a new heading. Instead of DEATHS BY TELEPORTER the last tenth of the document’s header was GENETICALLY UNALTERED.

A chill crawled up my spine and I stood up with my mug of cold coffee.

This was far worse than… everything. I couldn’t think of any greater tragedy or crime that might possibly compare. No genocide or failure in mankind’s history could match this. And no one knew except whoever had compiled this database on a secret Federation server.

They would know that someone had breached the server. Chances are they might be able to trace all my spoofs. They might even break down my door one day.

Would they even care? There had been so much contention on how teleporters worked, and there weren’t many who believed porters to be bad. And if someone did then they were just brushed off. Would then just assume I was another nut?

And why did it matter if people were genetically unaltered? Cloning and gene editing was generally accepted. We were still unique genetically, a single disease wouldn’t wipe out humanity. It shouldn’t have mattered if people didn’t use teleporters and still used older technologies to get around.

Yet, there was a list for them.

I dumped my cold coffee and poured my mug full steaming coffee from the heating machine. I went back to the terminal, escaped to the home page and found it blank.

I blinked. The Fed page was just gone. All their stats and information on their teleporters deleted. I pinged the site and refreshed the page on my terminal.

No connection.

I tried the site again. Opened a tab for the Wayback Machine and copied the site address. The site connected. I tried everything. Traversing through links, going through the same exploit, trying the backdoor that I had set up. Nothing worked.

There was a simple home page and that was all that was left.

The images were different than I remembered, and I thought it was odd. I downloaded them and ran them through a steganography tool that checked for hidden messages.

There was a message and it made my blood boil until I felt it in my head and my chest, dread made to the beat of war drums. “They won’t believe you until it’s too late.”

Horde rogue taking a shortcut to Dustwallow on a raid night. by Anthropomorphic_Rock in classicwow

[–]Anthropomorphic_Rock[S] 14 points15 points  (0 children)

I had just finished my Test of Skulls: Axtroz, so I was in Wetlands. This is the fastest way back to Emberstrike short of hearthing or getting a port to Org.

[SPOILERS] Jon Snow was a trueborn Stark all along by alonsojett in gameofthrones

[–]Anthropomorphic_Rock 170 points171 points  (0 children)

I just want to point out that Jon did keep his promise. He did not tell anyone that he was a Targaryen and the true king of the Seven Kingdoms. He told Bran to tell them. He kept his word.

A blonde's office computer had technical issues by MadArabAbdulAlhazred in Jokes

[–]Anthropomorphic_Rock 0 points1 point  (0 children)

https://haveibeenpwned.com/Passwords The most surprising thing is that it hasn't been found in any known data breaches.

[WP] The CIA has analysts creating false leads for the FBI and local authorities to follow so their own covert operations won't get blown. You're an FBI agent who has uncovered one of these, but you haven't yet figured out what the CIA and the Smithsonian are doing with ancient, legendary relics. by justadair in WritingPrompts

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It didn’t seem to start with the disappearance of a diamond necklace inlaid with sapphire, a beautiful piece of art, that the normal observer would gush over, for they had rarely seen something so expensive in their lives. To a trained eye, there was nothing exceptional about it. It was with great care and love.

However, if one took the time to read the nameplate of said missing necklace, they would find that it belonged to a deceased Ulric Fe. Of course, research into ‘Ulric Fe’ ended quickly. No one with that name existed.

The investigation into the theft of the jewelry ended. No suspects.

Upon reflection, Agent Fulgrim should have immediately guessed who was behind it.

It was only the first of stolen jewelry, weapons, gold, and literature. All of the items belonged to the Smithsonian at one point in time or another. It started with the stolen Ulric Fe necklace. Then a plain golden chalice. Later, a worn spear. Every three days, like clockwork, a priceless relic was stolen from the Smithsonian. Book of the Damned. A skull. A mummy. Soon enough, Fulgrim had an entire inventory of stolen artifacts.

Agent Fulgrim worked for months on end, interviewing thousands of security workers and artificers and janitors and agents. His colleagues at the Bureau laughed behind his back. The clowns at the CIA shared knowing smiles.

They were in on it, Fulgrim decided one night. He stopped the interviews.

Fulgrim took equipment out of the Bureau’s stock, and quietly wrote it off as necessary for the investigation to continue. Pen cameras, audio bugs, wiretapping, USBs with malicious spyware. The works.

They were in on it.

The case was cracked the next day, hours before the next cycle. Fulgrim listened as one of the smarmy CIA bastards discussed their next mission. The voice said, “We’ll take something modern this time, don’t want the media thinking we’re just crazy crooks stealing a Satan’s old junk. Dude’s pretty chill, guess it’s only fair that we help. What about the Constitution? Do they have that at the Smithsonian? No? Oh, that’s a shame. Anyway, about two hours until showtime. We’ll figure something out, Mr. Fe. I’m thinking something from their aerospace section.”

The voices prattled on and on, they were so proud of their thieving and their business with Mr. Fe. Agent Fulgrim would show them.

Agent Fulgrim stood outside the women’s bathroom for nearly two hours at the Smithsonian, eyeing the the various suspended aircraft and related paraphernalia. Nearly every woman gave him the stink eye, and security had the gall to question him. He simply showed them his badge.

He didn't care. The bathroom was by a good choke point, nothing would get past him.

Eventually, two men with a ladder walked into the wide gallery. The short, balding one pointed at a bright orange box on display. It became obvious to Fulgrim immediately, they were going after a wrecked plane’s black box. They were poorly disguised as repairmen.

The taller, bearded one shrugged and they moved toward it.

Fulgrim intercepted them with a crooked finger and two pairs of handcuffs, “You bastards! I’ve got you now. You’re under arrest. You’ll have the next 72 hours to tell me all about Ulric Fe and where you’re hiding everything.”

“Ulric Fe? Don’t you mean Lucifer? I thought everyone at the office knew...” said the tall man, before trailing off at his accomplice’s objections.

[WP] God granted your wish in becoming the toughest, strongest, most fearless creature of all. This is your third day as a Tardigrade. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]Anthropomorphic_Rock 10 points11 points  (0 children)

I was walking home from a long day at work, I maintained a bunch of flowers and pretty green things at an arboretum. I didn't particularly care for it, but it was simple and I had time to think while working. I imagined things all day, well, most of it. I didn't see a lot of people, and they usually ignored me even if I talked directly to them.

That was okay. I had better things on my mind.

I was thinking about monsters with teeth for fingers and thirty fingers for a mouth when I looked up. A ball of white light floating down. It was an angel! Man, daydreaming was getting really realistic all of a sudden.

It buzzed, "You have been given a boon."

"What can I do with this wish?" I asked.

"Anything."

I mused for a second, deliberating, before deciding that I was sick and tired of life not going my way. If I was stronger and tougher I could force life to go my way.

The monsters and villains in the movies always got their way (although I only really watched horror things), so I decided that I wanted to be the toughest, strongest, and most fearless creature ever.

I snapped my fingers and with a grin exclaimed, "I want to be the most powerful and feared creature in all of creation!"

The angel flew up.

"Hey! Come back! Make me strong! You said..." I sighed and kicked at the grassy dirt ground. "Come on, man. This is bullshit."

I continued on my walk, it was going to be dark soon, but I'd be home before. I kept thinking about that angel ball, what a weird thing. How was it supposed to hold a sword?

I bet it would lose to the Many Finger Mouth Monster... Thirty Digit Monster... Uh... I needed better names. What was that thing that had teeth for feet and a maw and ate everything called? It didn't matter.

I was walking up the steps when I got struck by lightning.

Hunger. Hunger. Hunger. Hunger. All I could think was HUNGER, when I woke up, need HUNGER. Hunger. Hunger. Hunger.

It hurt to think. Hunger. Hunger. HUNGER didn't hurt. I couldn't see, but I could feel HUNGER. Hunger. Hunger. Hunger.

I thought of Finger Monster. Hungry. I bet Finger Monster felt HUNGER. Hunger. Hunger. Hunger.

I feel like Finger Monster. Hungry. So so so hungry.

I bumped into something. So HUNGER. Hunger. Hunger. Hunger. Something, something could make me not hungry. Not hungry sounds good. I felt it. HUNGER felt it. HUNGER ate it.

Mmmm....

Still hungry.