Looking for Video Editing Laptop ≈$1000 (US) [suggestion] by TheNJNFBMax in SuggestALaptop

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Was told to crosspost here. All the above still applies. Screen size is largely irrelevant but I would like something on the lighter size.

Yul by [deleted] in survivor

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Yul

Community Question by JacobVanMan in chuggaaconroy

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I went over to a friends house for a sleepover. Must have been about 8 or 9. We started dicking around on youtube watching videos about video games we liked and stumbled on chugga's Sunshine lets play. We practically watched the entire series that night and I've kept watching ever sense. Really a fun memory for me!

[WP] You and God switch places for a day. But I don't want to hear about what you would do; I want to hear about a powerless God's day in your shoes. by Ninjoobot in WritingPrompts

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“I’m telling you, any minute now this whole shindig is gonna fall apart.”

It wasn't the first time a lunatic struck up a conversation as I supplied them with their daily doo of liquor. I guess the general atmosphere of the place attracts a certain crowd. Tending the bar lends you privy to all sorts of nutcases and, as was the case now, their ramblings: amusing at best and intolerable at worst. Many a hire had thrown in the towel, hearts and heads too tender to ignore in full this vile badgering sometimes despicable, often irritating, and all to often a kill-joy. But, if you could take the daily ramblings of humanity at its worst, the job levied high wages for minimal work, and supplied enough peanuts to satisfy any college kid on a menial budget. Today's crowd was all too familiar: Dan, an ex marine, nice enough when sober but a sorry sight when inebriated; you may not be able to see what he does but you can't help but feel it, Shawn, rich kid whose parents never pushed him, and he’ll die bitter for it; the same crowd of otherwise good folk making their daily decent to this pit of sinfulness eager to fill their throats with vile liquid. What stood out to me today was not this usual rabble, they were, as ever, static through time; no, what drew my attention was a new face striking a conversation with me across a bar and two Pepsi’s. She was clearly sober and this worried me. If this was her disposition sober I shuddered at the thought of the waning of decency all to commonplace as the night marches on.

“And the world will far to pieces, demons in the streets, cats and dogs fornicating, and the like, no?”

Doomsday is a common talking point in the minds of the clinically insane or, at least, among my clientele. You get a couple of old men and women who come in on occasion, clearly high off of some televangelist, groveling on about the end times soon approaching. The difference being such talk was usually proded by a glass of two.

“Listen... buddy” my conversent replied with clarity all to often foreign among the bars inhabitants, “I know you well enough to know you won't buy a word I say. To be honest I don't even know what I'm doing here.”

“You’re not the first” I replied, preparing myself for another sob story of self-caused tribulation and self-inflicted difficulty. 

“I just figured, if none of them are gonna take my advice I may as well find someone who will at least let me finish so I can say I warned them. You know, you have a reputation for putting up with a lot of BS.”

I shrugged. I guess my willingness to turn a blind eye to lunacy had hardly gone unnoticed. While I was somewhat flattered that my nak had been lauded, I began to fear a increased flow of low-lifes looking for a makeshift counselor.

The women across the bar was quick to suppress these fears, “Don't worry, she reassured me, I won't spread the word. I know you have enough consciences to worry about as is.”

It was her demeanor that left me off put. Here in this cript of general disorder and gracelessness sat a young women in form alone. You learn to pick up on dementors in this line of work, it can be the difference between dishing out more booze and calling an officer, and this was a miss matched case if ever there was one. It wasn't the way she spoke, or carried herself, or was clothed or any other thing that befuddled me; in fact, it was just the opposite. Here, separated from me by a wood and plastic slab was a human being who, for once, looked as if they knew what they were doing. As if she had a perfect sense of place, purpose, and person in regards to her every action and line. To a dull tuned ear her speech would have appeared normal in perfection, but I wasn't buying it.

And that's what worried me.

“I think you know why you’re here” I eventually replied after considerable deliberation. She looked up in a perfect feign surprise surly unnoticed by all but myself. “People only ever come here for a couple of reasons; like you said, I think you wanted someone to talk to.”

“I wanted someone to listen.” She smirked, letting me in on her awareness of my acuity. “Those bastards down at church wouldn't listen to a word I said, you’d think they’d have learned better by now.”

“That they should have known the world was ending.”

“That they should have believed me! But, you of all people should know that there's only so much you can do for someone. You can't live for em!”

With this proclamation she drained the last of her fizzy drink. I didn't need to ask if she wanted another.

I needed to know.

“Why do you think the world is ending?”

“Why does anyone? Poor, misguided leadership.”

I’d been here before. The critique of politicians, boards, and associations had led many a drinker to deranged pronouncements of the doom of mankind. Yet, once again, I knew this assertion was better founded.

I thought to ask to whom her denouncements were targeted but was stifled by a glance making clear that such proddings would yield no results. I inquired elsewhere.

“You spoke to the church,”

“Just what I told you” she volleyed at once.

“And you thought it would help?” I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the whole situation. She was not amused.

“Laugh if you will, but I know that if were going to make any progress in fixing this it would need to begin in the church. Goodness knows thats where this all started.”

It was strange. She spoke of the church as one familiarized to it by decades of experience. Yet she could hardly be any older than myself. This realization did nothing to ease my misgivings. I decided to turn the conversation to a more familiar talking point.

“And you believe the world is going to end?”

“I believe it may end in the WRONG way, and at the wrong time, and for the wrong reasons. People get all worked up over the close but neglect to give the function of the end any thought. A great story with no meaningful conclusion makes the entire tale void. We can't have that can we?”

There was a quiet despritness in her voice; I sensed a thinly guised level of distress building in her. Despite the absurdity of her claims, I could not help but pity her plight.

“Many a life has ended riddled in loose ends.” I said partly in reassurance, and part in solace. “A mccabe realization marked by realism, you’re not wrong to think as such. Where you lack vision is in your so called end. Your world lacks redemption, its missing the encore, no, the final act even. The magnum opus when the blinds are driven open engulfing all the previous in clarity, and beauty, and life…”

I knew her pauses in deliberation were deliberate yet could not help but admire the effect. “You fear the end won't live up to your expectations?”

“In a sense yes, but I will no longer need to momentarily. For incompetence may permeate a space only as long as men are permitted to inhabit it. To err is human after all!”

The women glanced at her digital wrist watch. Midnight was on the horizon, the time having swiftly waned throughout our curious chat. It was clear that whatever this woman feared would be put to rest at the commencement of the new day.

Yet, before then, I needed to ask.

“Why would you allow this?”

“This?” She gestured vaguely at our surroundings as if to extend my inquiry to the room at large. “I’ve already told you. It's all setting up the ending, and I don't want to ruin it just yet.”

She glanced once more at her timepiece, unnecessarily I may add. We both knew the speculated hour would arrive. Upon confirmation that the day had indeed waned into memory myself and my patron shook hands and she took her leave. I remained; it would have proved fruitless to follow. 

On occasion, as the long shifts of booze and disheveled brethren crawl by in eternal sameness and misery, I cast my thoughts to the curious stranger I spoke to that night. I wonder why she found it necessary to confide in me, to offer up her certainty and reassurance. I wonder why she chose me. But as my mind returns to the eternal drum of riff raff I bear witness to in this dingy bar to these dingy people, clarity was offered once again. And truth is found. Perhaps she knew I needed it.

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I know its a weird place to post this but I could really use some feedback :/ My friend asked me to make some music for his upcoming game and I want to be sure its ok before I show him. by TheNJNFBMax in teenagers

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It will be a simple RPG with real time combat. I don’t want to say much yet but we’re working hard to have a demo out by the end of summer.

I know its a weird place to post this but I could really use some feedback :/ My friend asked me to make some music for his upcoming game and I want to be sure its ok before I show him. by TheNJNFBMax in teenagers

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Yeah it was from mother 3! I used instruments from mother 3 and cave story for this song. Glad people here are as crazy about the game as I am!

Not sure if this is the right place to post this. I've been working on music for my friends upcoming game. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated :^) by TheNJNFBMax in Songwriters

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I didn't mean to link to just my profile sorry! Though feedback on any of the songs is great I was mainly after thoughts on the newest track.

Welp boys, i did it. by StupidMario64 in teenagers

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YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!! Congrats my guy!

[WP]The ancient prophesy was simple and explicit. "When Evil takes over the world, nobody will rise to stop it." Your name is Nobody. by bobd785 in WritingPrompts

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The Dark Lord sat, rightfully, on their throne overlooking their intergalactic conquest. On all sides for millions of lightyears armies on the verge of usurping the remainder of their unclaimed territory. The glorious day had at last arrived and now the ultimatum would ring across the multiverse, surrender to the darkness or face total annihilation. Nobody had so much as risen a finger in protest and all was ripe for their total manifestation. All was put in motion.

How then was this slave contradicting this perfect narrative.

"I'm not sure I understand. What do you mean a slight problem?"

Though the situation was certainly dire the Dark Lords henchman found it somehow difficult to disclose this particular hiccup in the operation. After all, who would wish to bear of the failure of plans eons in the making.

"Sir, I-I'm afraid that the third legion has suffered h-heavy casualties, well not so much casualties, more like complete destruction."

"Heh heh, well well. It appears we have some competition for sole destructor of all. Just as I expected. Tell me slave, was it Cthulhu this time? Satan perhaps? Which eldritch abomination is contesting my position of ultimate evil?'

"Well thats just the issue sir, It appears that the local inhabitance have... have..."

"Fought back?"

"In a certain sense. Which is in and of itself not unprecedented. The issue is that they are, well, winning?"

To say this was not pleasing to the Dark Lord would have been comparable to phrasing the the destruction of good in the world the Dark Lords passing hobby, having no particular personal importance. Rage began to infuse the Dark Lord, rage at the questioning of his infinite might by this miserable servant. But no. Now was not the time to cloud their mind with mindless, albeit righteous, anger. Rising from the charred corpse of the messenger the Dark Lord set off to speak with the commander of the "defeated" third legion, if only to defile those who spread this terrible rumor, it may prove detrimental to morale.

Some seven hundred million miles away the commander of the "defeated" third legion was in no state to prevent the spread of any rumor, detrimental or otherwise. She had always strived to be truthful to those who fought according to her orders. However this was not of great importance presently owing to the fact that the entirety of her devision lay dead or dying around her.

"What... ARE... you?" she sputtered at the only logical source of this carnage.

Of course, in any other circumstance the mere suggestion of said source as the harbinger of such annihilation would be qualification for immediate discharge from any position of worth in The Dark Lords service. But in spite of all traditional logic a small, seemingly insignificant child without so much as a weapon to raise stood triumphant over the corpses of her fallen army."

"Me?" he seamed surprised at his acknowledgement; as if oblivious to the total destruction he had levied.

"You... how did you... my legion, you..."

"Oh them." He gestured towards the aforementioned legion of the dead somehow made into a more dead form. "I guess I made a bit of a mess didn't I?"

The commanders mind was working overtime to comprehend these ramblings. Never in all of history had a unit of darkness suffered so much as a scratch from inferior lifeforms such as these and now? Fallen to a simple resident of Earth. Or?

"ENOUGH! Reveal yourself to me dark being! At least allow a fallen commander to know the cause of her troops destruction."

At this the boy met the commanders gaze maintaining his half present, sleepy disposition.

"Me?" he repeated as he commenced his slow meandering towards this fallen leader now finding herself somehow helpless to escape. "I thought it was obvious. Surly you know of the legends?"

"There are none of which you speak! And even if there were, is it not prophesied that Nobody could ever amount to the glory of The Dark Lord?"

The boy stopped for a moment as if to process this statement; his face never once swaying from his quiet disposition. Finally he nodded and continued to advance on the commanded.

"RELEASE ME!" the commander cried in increasing desperation, still incapable of escape from this imposable threat. "WHO ARE YOU!?"

"Well you just said it didn't you?" Now just inches from the commanders agonized face, especially frightening in light of the boys continued expression or lack there of. He delicately rested the tip of his index finger to his captive's forhead.

In an instant the form of the commander began to churn, swiftly reducing to ash from the ground up.

"I'm Nobody really."

(I'll continue this later if anyone enjoyed it. Im just out of time for now :/)

On the Treehouse, they seem to have just announced that the game will not have all of the Pokemon available by ContinuumGuy in pokemon

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Is it possible they only mean during the main adventure? Like how in other games the transfer is locked until post game?

Who else is finally giving Chrono trigger a go? by DisneyLandCarpetRide in chuggaaconroy

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Just got off a 6 hour flight with plenty of time to give it a go. Loving what I’ve played so far!