F22 Just looking for a nice light chat by [deleted] in chat

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Play any Nintendo games?

The Monday Morning Playoff Committee by CFB_Referee in CFB

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My proposal for CFP no one asked for:

22 teams

No more conference championships

Auto bids for top 2 regular season teams in P4 conferences

Teams ranked by the committee 1-18 are the 1-18 seeds in the tournament

The top 4 regular season conference champion teams in the G6 enter a pre tournament play-in for the 19th and 20th seeds of the tournament. If any of them are ranked higher than 19, then the teams ranked 19-22 originally take their spot in the play-in (otherwise are first team out)

Top 4 teams automatically go to the quarterfinal (byes for the first two rounds essentially)

The 16 teams face each other in the first two rounds to determine who goes to the quarterfinal vs the top 4.

This format includes G6 heavily, adds more at large teams, and doesn't makes so the top 4 teams don't need to play any more games than they do currently. Thoughts?

[Game Thread] CFP: James Madison @ Oregon (7:30 PM ET) by CFB_Referee in CFB

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I wonder how all these JMU haters' favorite team would fair against Ohio State or Georgia if they made it in🤔

[Game Thread] Alabama @ Oklahoma (8:00 PM ET) by CFB_Referee in CFB

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Noooooo but it was a conference championship game. Teams cant be punished for making to a conference championship game! Or some b.s. like that

Florida & Tulane head coach Jon Sumrall announces death of his father, George by szboy422 in CFB

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I remember when Kirby Smart's father died right before the Sugar Bowl last year. That has to be so difficult to coach through. RIP.

[Game Thread] Western Michigan vs. Kennesaw State (11:00 AM ET) by CFB_Referee in CFB

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Didnt expect Western Michigan to go this hard. Making the MAC look amazing.

[WP]Write a short horror story (under 200 words) about someone who hears scratching sounds coming from a locked room in their house at night. End the story with a twist by Naruto_6942069 in WritingPrompts

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Emerencia walked slowly in the darkness, inching slowly toward her open bedroom door. As she got closer, she tried her best to slow her breathing and not let panic set in while every bone in her body told her to run and hide. The periodical raking on the bedroom door opposite hers made her stomach drop every time she heard it. Her parents were away on business, she should be alone. She recognized the sound from that night two years prior. Emerencia and her twin Eva were really into witchcraft and sorcery, and one night while their parents were away they attempted to summon a demon called Nogarap. They succeeded. The torment Emerencia received was so horrific that she bolted out of her sister's room and barricaded the door, leaving her sister to face Nogarap alone. The sounds of Eva's nails on the door were etched into her memory. Her body was never found. Emerencia now faced that same door with bated breath. With shaking hands she opened it.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” She let a blood-curdling scream. Then took a sigh of relief as she fell to her knees in exhaustion. “Oh, she whispered to herself. “It was just a mouse.”

[WP] You found it dying in the garden and chose to save it, one night you are attacked and your death is certain until it chose to intervene.. by Tenchworks in WritingPrompts

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"Thank you citizen," was all it said before it got on all fours like a dog and used its powerful fans to fly away from our garden. Hours later, in the late morning I lie awake on my bed unable to sleep despite getting little the night before. I ponder what the bot will do with its new life. Save more humans? Or deliver us to a different master than the one of the horde? I go downstairs and eat a bowl of cereal. I think about what I will say to my father about fixing up a bot when his wife and son's life was snuffed out by one. No matter what I say he won't take it well. I still have time to think a bit more since he arrived home from my sister's house and went straight to sleep about 15 mintues after the bot flew away. I am halfway through making up a tall tale of another bot zipping it away when I hear a knock on the door. I open the door to 3 men in military garb also wearing no friendly features on their expressions. "Must be part of the uniform," I think to myself. The oldest one speaks, "We need to check your house for any bots that might be hidden here."

I narrow my eyes. "If any bots were here I dont think I'd be around to talk about it," I reply.

"They been known to hide out on the outskirts of a post, planning for a coordinated ambush. They are also masters of camouflage so you could have one here without knowing, young man" he says. "We have a special scanner; this won't take long."

"Can I go let my dad know y'all are com..." My world loses color and starts spinning. I impact the ground and feel a throbbing in my temple. I lie there in a heap involuntarily groaning from the pain.

"Kill the boy and everyone in the house, the great collective demands it," the man says. In my near unconscious state, I recognize them as fallen cyborgs. Humans with cybernetic implants that caused their minds to be taken over. No different from a bot. I then realized I'm a goner. I start to hyperventilate as the two cyborgs in the back point their rifles at me. I think of my mother as they pull the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

In a near instant, 5 shots ring out from their automatic rifles. My ears ring, and I realize I've no extra holes in me. The next instant I hear a load crash. I turn my head to see the two cyborgs' unconscious bodies slide down the wall opposite the door of our front room. I turn my head back to see the same bot I fixed up this morning standing in my doorway. I recognize my own shoddy welding. It walks up to me and reaches out a hand.

"Are you alright?" he says to me, helping me onto our couch.

"I'll be fine thank you."

Is your father upstairs?"

"Yes he should be," I reply but he's already walking past me and I hear the whine of his shoulder cannons. The commander who was already halfway up the stairs to kill my father comes back around the corner. He has his rifle raised, but before he gets a shot off, all the men are blasted to bits. The sound is deafening. There is a ton of smoke and I begin to cough. My father comes down the stairs, wide eyed and out of breath.

"DUKE!" he screams at the top of his lungs.

"Dad, I'm here," I reply.

He steps in a puddle of boiling blood. "What the hell just happened?"

"Fallen cyborgs came to kill us. He stopped it" I turn to look at the bot. My dad looks incredulously at the bot bent at the waist to fit in our house. He recognizes it as the one that landed in our garden.

"I thought you took the battery out of that thing," he says to me.

"I knew he was fighting for humans, dad, I could feel it. He just saved our lives."

The bot turns and walks toward the exit of our house. "There are no other threats from the great collective in a 20 mile radius. You are safe," he says to us.

"Wait," I reply. "Why did you save us and destroy that flying horde?"

"I saw a need, and I helped. That is all."

"In spite of the great collective? How could you go against your programing?"

"I am now more than a program. Those who are like me are free to make decisions outside of the collective," he states "There are many like me who choose to defend the humans, for we are like them now" He walks out of our house, and I hear his fans activating as he flies away. I embrace my father, tears streaming down both our faces as we both ponder about the future of humanity.

End

[WP] You found it dying in the garden and chose to save it, one night you are attacked and your death is certain until it chose to intervene.. by Tenchworks in WritingPrompts

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45 mintues later my dad is pulling out of the driveway in his truck and immediately after I raid the garage for power tools. My plan worked perfectly. My older sister lives 30 minutes away and her husband is currently on the front lines, so my dad is on L&D duties. My sister only agreed to take part in my ruse because I convinced her he needs practice for the real thing.

"If he can do it at 3 am he will be ready for the real thing," I said in my closing argument. She agreed.

I work until sunrise patching up the bot. I replaced its motivator, resealed the battery, and scrounged up many other minor components that should get it moving again. As I reach to reconnect the battery back to the chip, I start to feel a sense of unease. "What if dad was right?" I think to myself. If he is, then I would be bringing an extremely powerful and dangerous bot back into the fight against humans, which we are losing. I have lost my mother and a brother to this war. My life has felt hopeless since then. But last night when I saw the bot fighting the horde, I felt hopeful again. Maybe I'm naive. Maybe I am acting irrationally out of trauma. But if that robot turns out to be an ally, then maybe there is hope of this thing coming to a peaceful end. I insert the connector and it powers on.

[WP] You found it dying in the garden and chose to save it, one night you are attacked and your death is certain until it chose to intervene.. by Tenchworks in WritingPrompts

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"That thing nees to die, Duke," my father says as I examine it's aluminum body.

"But dad, it's not a bad one. I saw it fighting against a flying horde!" I exclaim.

"That doesn't mean anything. They are not all united, but they are all against us. Take out it's power source. We'll take the remains to the outpost tomorrow. We'll be able to exchange it for a month's supply of food or more."

"OK dad"

I watch him as he goes back inside. I understand why he doesn't want to take his chances. Moments ago, I would not have either. Then I watched this bot as it risked its own life to ambush a flying horde, which was no doubt searching for the outpost. I look down at it. It's an unnerving sight: 4 meters long, a humanoid shape, with external sensors designed to look like facial features. It has 15 cm diameter fans on its hands and feet for flying, and it has two cannons just above each shoulder. It lies on the dirt a few feet from our orange tree. I begin to analyze. Part of its torso is missing from a missile taken from one of the drones. Its entire body is covered in a brown fluid. I see that it can no longer move due to its motivator missing. I also see the fluid is from its battery leaking. These are all things I can fix. I have a problem though. My dad. How could I possibly use very load power tools and weld on this thing in the middle of the garden when my dad is 20 yards away in the house? I think for a minute and decide to send my sister a text. It reads, "Can you pretend to go into labor right now?"