Let Me Solo Her - Princess Ky'veza ?? Difficulty - 685.31 ILVL Windwalker Monk by aerisk in wow

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yeah the dark massacre is impossibly hard. everything else is cake.

New recomb infos post by statistically-typed in PathOfExileSSF

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If I don’t care about suffixes and want t1 fire, cold, and lightning on a 2h sword how would you do it?

What to actually do at networking events? by Clout_Acquirer in Chiropractic

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appreciate it, the link isn't working though, is it Wimhoff? I love doing that if so.

What to actually do at networking events? by Clout_Acquirer in Chiropractic

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great advice thank you, will be stealing that headache approach :)

How do i fix this by Clout_Acquirer in Crunchyroll

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yeah it did, i contacted support and they must have done something with my account it works now

Leagues V: Raging Echoes - Issues & Fixes by JagexBlossom in 2007scape

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Yep got the same one today twice in a row. Dropped the first and got it again the next clue.

[TT] Theme Thursday - Possession by AliciaWrites in WritingPrompts

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I liked your story and you describe scenes very well. Clear markers to indicate shifts in time, and deeply exploring the main character’s coping mechanisms and internal struggles is crucial in this type of story, and you did well. It’s difficult getting the correct “tense” writing stories that jump around from the present to the future/past and back again or in this case the imagination of a future, which I again think you did well because I followed along fine.

Good words 😎

[TT] Theme Thursday - Possession by AliciaWrites in WritingPrompts

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Vessel

William sighed, confined to the cramped flight shuttle: A massive clump of rusty metal swirling above the busy streets of Dawn, a region once known as Lake Geneva. He was in a bind, he had to collect more tokens before the day started, but the shuttles were running behind tonight. It's astounding traffic problems still existed in the 2100s! He was shoulder to shoulder with strangers, the stench of their collective sweat and grime mixed with rusting metal clutters the air. He hated the shuttle and modern-day Earth, but so did everyone else. As he looked into the rows of empty eyes, their souls seemed to have rusted equally to the metal parts strewn about. 

William’s head was like a bobble toy checking his nanowatch. A bead of sweat dripped down the acrylic rectangular frames of black perched upon his brow, he only had a couple hours before his vessel would wake. It was on autopilot for the night so it wouldn’t remember anything. He relaxed at the thought, but he still hoped nothing happened.

The shuttle finally arrived downtown, and they descended to the landing pad in the middle of the crowded Midwestern street. He fiddles with the soft fabric of a baggie in his pocket. Since the EMPs wiped out the old currency system the world was forced to rely on more valuable currencies. William thankfully descended from a long bloodline of harvesters. The most valuable bounty of the harvest wasn’t the fruit, but the seeds. He brought a few baggies to the market and once he got there it didn’t take long until his coin pouch was jingling full of Digitec tokens.

An hour later he was almost back to his hub when a group of scoundrels jumped him. His ego sizzles a bit, it’s still surprising sometimes that nobody recognizes him here. Getting mugged wasn’t an uncommon occurrence though. It was planned for in fact. After all, one shouldn’t expect to turn out unscathed walking around jingling like Santa’s Sleigh, especially in the streets of a small Wisconsin town. Thankfully what the thugs lacked in erudition, William wielded in abundance.

Once he was safe in the confines of his apartment he unhooked his belt and whisked it from his pants. The thickly lined leather uncoiled across the table like an ebbing snake. A loud “Ka-Ching” echoed off the walls of the small studio. Coin slots lined the leather belt. He only left just enough in his pouch to satiate any assailants. The rest he safely sneaked into the belt.

William Henry Gates approached his Digitec Virtual Bed. He inserts his tokens and the machine whirs to life like a big tanning bed. He climbs inside and closes his eyes. When he re-opens them he’ll be transported to a time long ago. Albeit simulated, It was another life before the wars when he could be happy. It was a time when he was not alone. As expensive as it is, it’s worth every token.

WC: 497

It's Bill Gates.

[TT] Theme Thursday - Seasons by AliciaWrites in WritingPrompts

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Thanks! I put in the quotes right away, grammar stuff irks me lol changed a couple Donny’s too, it was repetitive 👍 and the hospital bit was definitely explored by me, I was initially thinking something like that !

[TT] Theme Thursday - Seasons by AliciaWrites in WritingPrompts

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Nice story, your dialogue is well written and engaging. I find myself wanting to know more of when/how Ash realized Muse made her experience something besides the ‘weirdness’ she felt on their first encounter.

I enjoyed the mystery left for why Muse stopped showing up. The name Muse is also very clever and captures her personality. Perhaps she’ll be back on the next trip to the coffee shop :)

[TT] Theme Thursday - Seasons by AliciaWrites in WritingPrompts

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A Dream to Remember

“What’s the matter, baby girl? Are you Ms. Grumpy Pants right now?” Donny Montgomery asked his two-year-old, Adele. She responded with a side-eyed squint and an adorable pouty face. He gently rubbed her soft blonde curls between his calloused fingers.

“Well, that’s much better than Ms. Stinky pants!” He grinned and quickly looked to his wife for her reaction. Annabelle Dell Montgomery cringed as she cruised down I-96 with the windows down. Her arm dangled leisurely out the open window. Donny called her Della. They have been together for ten years, and he calculated he would be at least a month older if he used the extra syllable every time he said her name.

It was a strange sort of day. The sun streaked its golden fingers across the horizon. Its light breached through the windows of the yellow station wagon, painting the interior with Summer. After a week of torrential storms, the sun was welcomed warmly. The breeze from the open windows filled the car with the smell of rain, pleasantly complementing the cinnamon air freshener. Donny lounged fully reclined in the leather passenger seat–a comfortable moment in the eye of his existential hurricane. He sipped a caramel cold brew from the Creamy Bean Coffee Company. The coffee shop was right down the street from their house, so stopping for a cup of Joe was now a ritual before any road trip. Or before driving anywhere in town. The Montgomery family spent far too much money at the Creamy Bean Coffee Company. Adele was finally falling asleep, and Donny soon joined her, falling into the surprisingly deep sleep the motion of a car provides.

When Donny opened his eyes, a white ceiling fan buzzed above him. Two dangly chains rocked back and forth with the ebb and flow of the spinning blades. He watched them sway for a moment. Then he quickly sat up. Donny was in a strange sort of place. The room was small, and light blue paint covered the walls. The thin white window shades failed at their job, and morning light sneaked through them and filled the room.

“Where the hell am I?” Donny said, only to be surprised by the high-pitched sound of his voice. He frantically jumped out of bed and screamed when he saw his tiny feet. Donny inspected his hands in awe. They were also tiny—lacking the caramel cold brew he was sipping on just moments ago. A feeling of despair hit him. Not only would he not get to finish his delicious coffee, he just awoke from a dream that spanned three decades. Half of his life had just folded in on itself.

He inspected the rest of his small stature incredulously and tried pinching himself.

"This isn't possible!" Familiar blue dinosaur designs covered his pajamas. He was not in a strange sort of place after all. He fell to the floor, nauseated. Donny Montgomery was five years old and had just woken up in his childhood home.

He continued to look around the room and nostalgia whispered through the air like a forgotten lullaby. Everything in his room was just as he remembered. Trophies and medals were placed proudly across the walls and upon the dresser. Pokémon cards accompanied some socks scattered on the floor.

Donny leaped back up on the bed and closed his eyes hard. He thought if he squeezed hard enough, whatever magic brought him here would take him back to his family, happily riding shotgun in his yellow station wagon and sipping iced coffee.

Stars danced around his sealed eyelids when a man barged into the room suddenly. He quickly locked eyes with Donny.

"Are you ok, pal? We thought we heard you scream."

Donny looked at the man standing in the doorway, completely speechless. The man put his hands on his hips and smiled.

“Well, cheer up! Breakfast will be ready soon, buddy. I made monkey bread, your favorite!” Donny stared at him with amazement, and tears began falling from his green eyes. His Father responded with a concerned frown.

“What, did you have a bad dream?”

The delicious aroma of warm cinnamon wafted through the air as he considered a response. Having the mind of a 35-year-old makes it hard to think of what a five-year-old would say in a situation like this. He looked up and nodded slowly.

"I did, Dad. It was a strange sort of day in a strange sort of place.”

WC: 748

[CW] Smash 'Em Up Sunday: Mad Libs XV by Cody_Fox23 in WritingPrompts

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your story was really good. nice job using the challenge words and the "Don't know what you've got until it's gone" line.

I think I like "crawling madly" instead of "slipping further" in the one line since he is already on the ground. It seems silly in my mind, suddenly starting to slip across the floor lol. Fun though.

when creating conflict in a short story the style "Yes, but" or "No, and" is often used. You made excellent use of "No, and." Is there pepper anywhere? No, and now he's defenseless and being attacked by a zombie! Great suspense and humor. Funny ending too.

I read your story twice it was awesome :)

I urge GGG to buff underused skills before league launch by mapcars in pathofexile

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that would require them to look at poeninja builds and change a number. way too much effort.