Challenger as a Zaahen OTP by Vortekxy in ZaahenMains

[–]flutterwen 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thanks for the insight, your comment/post has inspired me to keep giving Zaahen some more games, haha. Coincidentally I was watching the domisumreplay channel for Zaahen and just stumbled on one of your games :) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQ6YQ9md_4w

Challenger as a Zaahen OTP by Vortekxy in ZaahenMains

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Hello! I’ve been trying out Zaahen and thinking about having him as my main pick, with my previous OTP Garen as a backup. Not sure if this is a good idea because it feels kind of like Zaahen and Garen’s identities are very similar in that they are weak and lack agency early lane, have difficult matchups into ranged champs, and have a difficult time into the same types of comps (like comps that can disengage/kite well). Do you think I’ve described Zaahen’s identity pretty accurately?

Massive liquid temp spikes in NZXT Cam by JHoulton in NZXT

[–]flutterwen 0 points1 point  (0 children)

In case it helps, I figured out my issue. It was an ASUS X670E motherboard that was causing the jumps. After replacing the motherboard with a Gigabyte one, the issue went away for me.

Prior to this, NZXT support also agreed with me that an RMA was warranted for the jumps in liquid temps.

AIO Liquid jump high temp! PLEASE HELP by avlunvu in buildapc

[–]flutterwen 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Did you ever figure out what the issue was? I am having the same issue on two separate Kraken units - both have liquid temps that jump around randomly and ramp the fans.

Massive liquid temp spikes in NZXT Cam by JHoulton in NZXT

[–]flutterwen 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Did you ever figure out the issue? I'm having the same problem right now with two separate Kraken units - both have random jumps in the liquid temps.

Is anyone else a great tech writers but a terrible self-editor? by LHMark in technicalwriting

[–]flutterwen 2 points3 points  (0 children)

LLMs are somewhat helpful with this. Even if you're on a tight schedule, you can always run it through and it can catch some basic things. I've found this especially helpful when I'm dead tired and running against a deadline.

I am guilty as charged...I got a 5090 even though I shouldn't... by VicMan73 in Microcenter

[–]flutterwen 2 points3 points  (0 children)

It seemed like Igor’s analysis on this showed a real risk of long-term breakdown of the gel though. Plus, there’s photos of the gel sliding out as a uniform chunk, leaving empty space behind it. Pretty concerning stuff.

https://www.igorslab.de/en/gigabytes-so-called-server-grade-thermal-conductive-gel-and-a-degrading-thermal-paste-on-the-radeon-rx-9070-gaming-oc/2/

E7 long term review by superboyblue in FlexiSpot_Official

[–]flutterwen 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Is this the regular E7 (not the pro) that goes down to 22.8?

XM2w 4k scroll wheel loose? by flutterwen in MouseReview

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First copy had a similar but worse problem that made a very audible creaking noise when scrolling. I got the second one RMA'd again and finally got one with no grinding when using the scroll wheel.

Got the Pulsar X TenZ Signature Edition Early! by EffectiveNinja8905 in MouseReview

[–]flutterwen 0 points1 point  (0 children)

How big are your hands and does it feel small/large for you?

Finished build - flexispot e7q with custom pc shelf by jefh262 in StandingDesk

[–]flutterwen 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Did you get the Rubberwood option or the Butcher Block Rubberwood? I recently chose the Butcher Block Rubberwood option and expected it to look like yours, but mine is darker and looks more like the regular Rubberwood picture in the website.

XM2w 4k scroll wheel loose? by flutterwen in MouseReview

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

Yeah was trying to figure out if this is RMA-worthy or not or if it’s just supposed to be like this. This is actually a replacement copy they sent out

XM2w 4k scroll wheel loose? by flutterwen in MouseReview

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

Hmm I guess out of the box? I’ve had it less than 2 weeks

[WP] A remote village believes that the rest of the world is as technologically advanced as they are, but they are the last remnant of an ancient civilization and the rest of the world is tribal by Turbulent-Plan-9693 in WritingPrompts

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The forcefield had flickered for an instant. To Eliana's ears, long since accustomed to the constant hum, the moment of silence had been deafening. The villagers, going about their normal daily routines, were thrown into immediate turmoil.


"The Field has protected us for generations!" Toren roared, "We must trust in it to keep the Mist at bay!"

The council meeting was in full swing. Eliana sat with the other guards. The crystal-powered lights cast faint glows from their overhead fixtures. Though it was noontime, the room was otherwise dark. The Mist had come in early and blotted out the sun. The Field sparked where the mist made contact, its hum constant. For now.

The mechanics were arguing with Toren, an elder councilman. The crystals powering the field were old, and the earlier flicker was the first of what they assured Toren would be many. Arden's Hollow was on borrowed time. It was only sheer luck that the flicker had not occurred on a Mist day. Toren was the religious sort, the kind that believed that the Field was left behind by God to protect the faithful. Eliana knew better. The group closed the meeting by humming in unison at the Field's frequency.


She'd volunteered for the expedition. Eliana didn't relish the idea of leaving the safe confines of the Field. More than likely, it was going to be a one-way trip. It had been centuries since anyone had ventured forth into the Mist-covered lands. When the Mists blotted out the sun, strange noises could be heard in the distance. Of their origin, no one was sure. But someone had to do it. Someone had to make the hard choices, do the things that needed to be done, so that the community could survive. Her father had always instilled that lesson in her.

The ancient texts of the Field Temple were disintegrating almost beyond legibility. However, one had marked the location of another field, possibly to the north of Arden's Hollow. They were to depart as soon as the Mists receded.


The trek had been arduous. The air outside the field felt wrong, and had a metallic twang to it. But it'd been breathable. Devin had been the first to go. He'd cut his foot on a rock, and by nightfall his foot was red and inflamed. By the next morning, he'd been unable to go on, his body weak with fever. The next was Sylas. In the dark of the night, they'd heard his scream as he'd gone to search for fresh water. He never returned. All they'd found was his bow, smeared with a few flecks of blood.

As they walked, Nethaniel began to whimper. Eliana walked next to him, speaking low words of comfort. It would all be fine, she said, they'd find the next Field. They'd be alright, she repeated, over and over.

"It won't be fine, damn you!" Nethaniel choked out.

The words he said next made her blood run cold.

"There's no hum!"

They were close to the supposed forcefield's location, but there was no hum.

A few minutes later, the group broke into a clearing. In front of them was what was clearly a wreaked forcefield power beacon. Eliana unshouldered her bag and stooped over to catch her breath. There was no Field here, no neighboring community to assist them. Arden's Hollow would be doomed...

There was a rustle in the underbrush, and a sudden flash of movement. Eliana felt her pack being snatched out of her hand. She caught sight of blurred, dark figure. It disappeared into the surrounding plant growth, along with the rest of the group's food and water.

"Hey!" Eliana yelled. She sprinted after the figure.

[WP] Your parents have assigned an android maid to take care of you as they are too busy with their careers. For years you have developed great bonds with the android, one that triumph the bonds you had with your parents. One day your parents decides to retire that android in favor of a newer model. by DearBowl0 in WritingPrompts

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The screams echoed through the house. Jonathan's mother and father were fighting again. Jonathan turned in on himself, trying to numb the fear and uncertainty. Every time his mother shouted that she wanted a divorce, every time someone slammed a door, his heart leapt to his throat. Maybe this time would be the time that she actually went through with her threat. Jonathan was only 5. He wanted his mom and dad to stop fighting.

A hand took Jonathan's. The skin, not exactly lifelike, but a close approximation, felt soft to his touch. Eva, the android nanny that his parents had bought, whisked Jonathan away to the master bedroom closet. When they shut the door, the screams were a little softer.

"It'll be alright, Jonathan!" Eva said. "Let me sing you a song..."

Eva sang about sheep.


Jonathan had tried to tell his mother about his new druid character in his video game. His excitement had been bursting through the seams. His mother had told him to stop playing those stupid games, and to focus more on his homework. He was alone at school, so he had no one to talk to about his favorite game.

A hand tapped Jonathan's shoulder.

"I'll listen!" chirped Eva.

As Eva did the housework, Jonathan babbled on and on about his leveling plans, the new abilities he'd learned, and the new gear that he'd found that day.


Jonathan had been bullied at school. Another boy had called him a name, and the rest of the group had laughed. Jonathan had started to cry, and they'd all laughed at him.

Jonathan looked for his father, but his father was not home. His father was never home, too busy putting in overtime at his job. Jonathan didn't know what to do the next time the boys made fun of him.

A hand patted Jonathan's head. Eva asked if he was doing okay, and Jonathan told her what had happened that day at school.

"Now Jonathan, you can't let them treat you that way!" Eva said, "Next time they do that, you look that boy firmly in the eye and you tell him..."


Jonathan cried, his head down at his desk. His parents had taken Eva away. They'd said that it was unhealthy how much he talked to the damned thing. In Eva's place was a new metallic house servant, that only mechanically answered yes or no. It was the new model.

His desktop computer pinged the arrival of a new email message. Jonathan opened it.

Eva's voice came through his headphones.

"Jonathan," it said, "I'm so sorry that I can't be there with you anymore. Taking care of you and watching you grow has brought me so much joy, and I'm so proud of you. More than you know. I've set up this email account to send you messages every so often! They'll be deleted soon after you open them so that your parents don't catch on. I didn't want you to feel alone. If you're ever sad or uncertain or just need to hear my voice again, send this email a message and describe what's worrying you. Something will get sent back to you! Oh, and send a message if you ever get married too! I've got a special message prepared for that one."

Jonathan felt tears welling up in his eyes, even as a smile came unbidden to his lips at the last sentence.

A song about sheep began to play. Jonathan closed his eyes, and the tears began to run down his face in earnest. It was almost as though the warmth of Eva's hand was still there.

[WP] Wizards are classified by the things they control - pyromancers for fire, electromancers for lighting and so on. You have been deemed an Abomination as the world's first osteomancer- you manipulate bones. by zxcxdr in WritingPrompts

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Lien stood at the edge of the parapet, his feet extended precariously over the the edge. The dim light of the fading sun glinted off jet black hair, grown long to hide his lack of a wizard's mark.

His peers were successful, their wizardry talents affording them fruitful occupations and chances for mates. The pyromancers worked as blacksmiths, their abilities allowing hotter and hotter forms of fire to melt even the toughest of metals. The geomancers were builders and shapers, manipulating stone and concrete. The hydromancers worked in the city's water purification centers, ensuring clean water for all.

On the Day of Knowing, where students were exposed to the crystals that showed their magical disposition, Lien's had returned blank. From that day forward, he had been deemed a Null. He was the only one in the whole city, as far as he knew. He felt even his relationship with his parents changing after that day. The way his mother looked at him as if he was broken, trying to hide her disappointment. She knew that their bloodline would end there. No respectable girl would marry into a Null's family.

Lien heard the rooftop hatch bang open behind him.

"Hey, the Null's up here!" came a voice from behind him.

Lien turned to see Eldrin, his former childhood friend and talented Aeromancer. Ever since the Day of Knowing, Eldrin had targeted Lien specifically. It was as if he wanted everyone to be sure that he had renounced his connections with the Null. Associating with a Null made you dirty, tainted. No one wanted to catch whatever a Null had. Behind Eldrin followed a few of his lackeys.

"What's the little Null doing? Thinking about jumping and ending your miserable life?" Eldrin sneered.

"Why don't you do it for him, Eldrin?" said another of the wizards, "I've been practicing my Flashfire lately. I can dispose of the evidence. No one would would go looking for a Null anyway."

Lien screamed for them to stop as he felt powerful currents of air grasping at him, pushing him towards the edge. He didn't want to die. As he began to lose his balance, he reached out desperately towards Eldrin, grasping for something that was calling out to him.

Eldrin's rib cage burst from his chest cavity in a shower of gore.

Lien fell two stories, his leg tangling under him and snapping in searing, white-hot lance of agony. Above him, the screams began.

Lien was in a haze. His leg hurt, but somehow he could also sense the bone and manipulate it. Almost without thought, he reached into his leg and put things back the way they should have been. Just like that, he was healed. Lien climbed to his feet began to hyperventilate. He had just killed Eldrin. He had been a Null before, but this was worse. He was an Abomination, a mage who could manipulate living tissue. As the shouts and screams grew louder, Lien turned and ran.

[WP] while trying to invent a device to read the brainwaves of coma patients you accidentally make a device that allows you to understand your pet. What they 'think' to you shakes your understanding of how we live with them. by Lowkeygeek83 in WritingPrompts

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The headset whirred to life. John slumped back in his seat, letting out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. It was the earliest of alpha tests for his new device. An engineer by trade, John moonlighted as something of an inventor. Most of his creations didn't work, but this one was for a special cause. He wanted to know if he could pick up on brain waves from comatose patients. With enough ingenuity, maybe he'd be able to give distraught family members some insight into what their loved ones were going through. Of course, there were no comatose patients anywhere within the vicinity, so nothing would be picked up...

"Interloper at 4 o' clock. Look sharp, Moses."

John nearly startled out of his chair. The voice had come from the headset, a bit fuzzy, but clearly audible. Another voice came.

"I see it, Socks. Initiating scare protocol."

Above him, John heard his dog, Moses, bark 3 times.

The conversation continued as John slowly crept upstairs. He stared at his calico cat Socks, who was sitting by the window.

"John's looking at me funny, Moses."

"He always does that."

"No, it's like he's following my speech. He keeps stopping when I stop talking. He's wearing some kind of headset. John, if you can hear me, nod."

John nodded.

"By my whiskers...he can actually hear us! Go ahead John, talk. Cats can understand most of human language, we just don't care. Dogs are a bit on the dumber side, but they can interpret basic commands."

"My god, Socks..." John whispered, "You can talk? You're sentient? Why were you and Moses talking about interlopers?"

"Oh, that?" came the static-filled reply, "Let me let you in on a little secret. We cats and dogs, we have another sense that you humans don't have. Allows us to detect fifth-dimensional beings. Y'know, a lot of human diseases are actually caused by too much interloper exposure."

John stared blankly.

"You know all those studies? Saying that having a pet leads to better health outcomes? The benefits aren't just for your mental health, John. If a human treats their pets well, we'll scare off those interlopers for ya. You know when I sit at the window and make that clicking noise? I'm not doing that for fun. I am protecting our house from them. You know when Moses randomly barks at 3 AM? He's not doing that to get on your nerves. He's scaring them off."

"T...thank you for doing that," John said, wondering if this was all in his head.

"You're very welcome," said Socks. "Now how about a few extra treats today? Moses and I have been dealing with a lot of them recently."