2021.10.20 19:37 Inside-Razzmatazz Pancake Flipper 3 years in my home kitchen
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2021.10.20 19:37 MacaroonStatus9944 On an AskReddit thread about conspiracy theories 😂
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2021.10.20 19:37 morelsupporter Health Professionals To Begin Hosting Their Own COVID-19 Briefings
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2021.10.20 19:37 me0262 In addition, some games came in from Japan. I have and enjoyed the first in the series on SNES, figured I’d get the rest.
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2021.10.20 19:37 WillRayne Isolation. Part one
Alright, this is day one of seclusion for me. My therapist recommended that I get away for at least a week to try and get my shit together. He also suggested that I keep a journal of my time in voluntary isolation to keep track of my progress. I'm not entirely sure what this is supposed to accomplish, but I guess we hit a wall in my treatment, or something. Between mild schizophrenia, a boat load of other mental ailments, combined with some less than healthy drug and alcohol abuse, he seemed to think it best for me to get away from the world and just be alone for a time.
It might not be too bad out here, if I'm being honest. I've never really hurt for money, so I opted for a nice, private beachfront house rather than some sort of cabin in the woods. I've watched way too many horror movies to think that would be a good idea when I'm trying to 'heal'. It's nice and peaceful out here, and the closest thing to civilization is a small town some thirty, or so, miles from here. Of course, that does mean that I'll have to take a drive if I need anything, but I stocked up when I passed through there, on the way here.
I feel like Doctor Samuel has been helping me, and I don't doubt that a little isolation could be good for just about anyone, really. It is beautiful here, though. I can see for miles over the ocean, and the sky is such a vibrant blue today. The breeze feels wonderful, and the sand feels lovely between my toes. The house itself is gorgeous, and it's fully furnished with all the creature comforts. It even has a full bar, which will make for some peaceful times reading beside the fireplace. Good thing the Doc didn't know about that part. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, as far as I'm concerned. I do have wifi and cable, too, so can't complain there either. I do wonder how that works, as this place is so far removed from civilized life.
I used to live in the country, some years back, and there were plenty of other housing developments and neighborhoods around, but I never could get wifi out there. Only cable. Still, I can't say I know much about that sort of thing, and I'm sure as shit not going to argue about the convenience. I think this next week is going to be pretty nice. Just what the doctor ordered. Quite literally so. Anyway, that's enough for today, journal. I'm going to enjoy the rest of my day, what little there is left of this one, anyway. I'll talk to you tomorrow.
I didn't accomplish much on the first day, though I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to achieve, to tell you the truth. It was pretty late when I got here, yesterday, and I was pretty beat from the drive, so I just nursed a few drinks while watching some mindless tv and turned in early. Maybe it's because I'm so used to living in the city, but out here with no life around, with the exception of the population beneath the water, you hear some strange shit. I was buzzing pretty good when I laid down, so it could've just been my swimmy head and the waves brushing the shore outside. Hell, maybe it was the seagulls squawking against the emptiness beyond these walls that sounded like laughter, in a way.
That's what it sounded like in the bedroom, anyway. It was like kids laughing which, combined with the odd tapping sounds, made me imagine children quietly running through the hallway outside my bedroom door. I even got up a couple of times to look around, but after a while I just shrugged it off and passed the fuck out. It could also be that my half sleeping mind took me back to my apartment in the city where my upstairs neighbors brat of a kid is always hammering his feet across the ceiling. I swear it sounds like the little shit is just going to break through and land on my coffee table, sometimes. I really need to move out of there. I do, sort of, wonder what keeps me in that ratty, old building to be honest. Like I told you yesterday, journal, I'm not exactly poor. I could certainly afford something better.
I wonder where I put my keys. I thought I might have left them on the dresser at home, but that would've made it hard to drive here. I did drive here, right? Why am I asking you, journal. You're a book. You're not going to know where I put my keys. I just looked outside, and my car is right there in the parking spot where I left it. I knew I drove here. Weird. I keep feeling like there's something I forgot to do before I left home. Not like I left the stove on, or anything, but I just have that strange, nagging feeling in the back of my head.
I should probably take my meds. My doctor prescribed dopamine to help with my schizophrenic symptoms. Honestly, the name made me laugh, at first. Dopamine. It's like 'Dope of mine'. The pharmacist didn't seem to find it as funny as I did when I asked him for the dope of mine, though. The old lady in line behind me enjoyed it, at least. Speaking of dope, I wonder if I could score any weed out here. Maybe I'll take a trip into town later.
Though my sleep had plenty of odd interruptions, I still rested well. I actually slept in for the first time in, I don't even know when. Having to be at work at seven am, doesn't exactly allow much opportunity for just turning off the alarm and sleeping until I wake up naturally. I hate the job, too. It's not where I saw myself when I was a kid, you know? I was never the office job type, and that goddamn cubicle practically suffocates me every damn day. Gerald, my uptight douche canoe of a manager can eat a giant sack of dicks, for all I care. He may be solely responsible for my mental state of late. Well, him and my shit bag of a dad, if you can even call him that.
My apologies, journal. You didn't ask for my life story and random bitch session. We're here to rest and relax, and that's just what we're gonna do. I do need to look for a new job, though. That being said, I don't even need to work, do I? Why the hell do I put up with that prick bastard, Gerald, when I could just retire, if I wanted to? I've made some strange decisions in my life, for sure. I don't know. I'll see you later, Journal. I think I'm going to go for a walk. Maybe jump in the water for a spell.
Christ, the water is cold! I jumped in for, like, a minute and rushed back out. Almost busted my ass on the sand, too. Well, not that sand would really bust anything, I suppose. The doc told me I have a tendency to overreact to little things, but wet sand can hurt like a bugger! I took a hot shower after I ran back into the house, which made me feel pins and needles all over. Once my body got used to the heat again, it felt pretty damn nice, and I stayed in there until my fingers were all wrinkled and pruney.
There's a hot tub outside, so I may go out and sit out there later tonight when it gets dark. I'll take my cooler with me, too. One cannot enjoy the hot tub experience without one's trusty beverage. I don't know why, but that line made me laugh a little. You probably think I'm batshit, don't you, journal? Just for that, I'll leave you inside. No hot tub for you, buddy boy.
What the hell was I thinking? There's no hot tub out there. Must be seeing shit. I still sat outside and enjoyed the night air, though. There's a boat, way out on the water. I can't tell what kind it is from here, but it's probably some sort of yacht, if I had to guess. I'd love to own a boat. Maybe I'll buy a boat and quit my shitty job. Just enjoy the open sea and tour the world. Would you like to come along, journal? I don't know how many pages you have, in all, but you're pretty thick. I bet we still have a good few years left together, bud. I need to give you a name, I think. I can't keep calling you journal. That would be like naming my kid, well, kid! I don't have a kid, though. I don't think I want children. I'd probably be a shitty dad, like my old man. I wonder if he had schizophrenia, too. They say it's hereditary, and that would explain a lot about his parenting methods. I don't think he ever went to a doctor his whole life, now that I think about it. I can't speak for before I came along, but I don't remember him going to any.
He wouldn't even go to the emergency room after he punched his hand through the living room window. He just wrapped his hand up and went about his day. I think it still bled for, like, three days! He was a stubborn son of a bitch, that's for damn sure. I didn't know there would be a full bar here, so I bought a sixer of beer at the liquor store when I drove through that little town a ways back. I went ahead and knocked back all of them over the last few hours, but I dropped the last one before I could finish it. Damn thing landed right on its base. It shattered only on the bottom, which looked cool as shit, to be honest. I've never seen that happen before! It did empty out most of the beer before it tipped over, but at least I got a good buzz before I let that last one slip through my fingers.
I think I'm going to go to bed, journal. It's getting late and I'm pretty sleepy. I'll think of a name for you tomorrow.
Bob! That's what I'm going to call you. Do you like it? It's a great name because you can flip it upside down or turn it around, and it still spells Bob! I thought about naming you Richard after my dad, but I don't like the idea of scribbling away on my leather bound dick all day. I should be a comedian. I got a million of these.
I didn't sleep for shit last night. I heard the laughing kids again, and they were certainly not seagulls this time. It wasn't just the footsteps running through the hall this time either. One of the little bastards pounded on my bedroom door! I jumped out of bed and threw the door open, but they were gone! I went around and turned every single light in the house on. I even went outside and ran around with a flashlight for a fucking hour. I think someone is fucking with me. I bet it's the people on that boat. It does look a little closer today, so I bet they got close last night and cut the lights off, so I couldn't see them in the dark.
I may have forgotten to lock the door last night, too. Before I go to sleep tonight, you bet your ass I'm checking every door and window. There's an inherent eeriness in kids' laughter, you know? I think that's why they always have some sort of creepy ass ghost kid in horror movies. Why the hell would anyone want to have children, I will never know. You have to be freaked out all the time, hearing that shit.
I think I'm going to break up with Becky, bob. She keeps talking about moving in together, but we've only been going out for, like, six months! It's a little premature, don't you think? Why do I keep asking you questions? Great. I just asked another one. If you actually answer me, Bob, we're both way more fucked up than I thought. Maybe I'll get a dog. I had one when I was a kid, so I'm sure I could handle one now. He would always bark, though. Shit got on my nerves, something serious. He was a big old mutt, too. Had that deep, "I'll fuck you up', sort of bark. Still broke my heart when he died, though.
I can't remember what happened, but I remember my dad wouldn't even let me see the body before he buried him. He told me it'd scar me for life if he let me see it. I am pretty fucking scarred though. I wouldn't be in therapy and loaded up on dope of mine if I wasn't. At least he tried, I suppose. Maybe he wasn't such a shitty father after all. I think I'm going to go for a drive, Bob. Do you want to come along? Ugh, don't answer that. You stay here. I'll be back later.
I didn't realize what a hovel that town was when I passed through on the way here. I stopped and got some necessities at the grocery store on the ride in, but I don't remember it being as run down as it looks now. It looks like the city may have a population of maybe a couple of hundred, and half of the buildings have boarded up doors and windows. Maybe they got hit with a hurricane some time back or something, and just never rebuilt.
The guy at the counter in the liquor store looked sick, too. I didn't even want to accidentally brush against his hand when he handed me my change, so I just told him to keep it. Fucker didn't even thank me! It's strange to see a place so dilapidated so close to a beautiful place like this. The air feels so much cleaner here than it did there, too. I'll tell you this much, Bob, if I feel the urge to go into town again, I'll drive in the other direction and see where it takes me. I think I'm gonna take a shower. I feel gross now.
I didn't get much of a chance to enjoy my shower. Some guy came pounding on the front door when I was right in the middle of lathering my hair. I wrapped a towel around me and ran downstairs, ready to beat someone's ass if it wasn't something important. Turns out it was the guy that actually owns this house. He was one strange freaking individual, too. He was probably at least six foot, five, bald as a damn cue ball, and he was pretty pale looking. You'd think he'd have at least some kind of tan, owning a place like this. I invited him, which felt kinda strange asking the owner if he'd like to come into his own house. He asked me if I was enjoying the stay, and all that good stuff. I mean, he was asking genuinely concerned questions, I guess, but the way he asked them felt more like a damn interrogation. He just had that domineering way about him. I found myself backing up further into the chair I was sitting in, all defensive like.
I told him about the noises and that I thought someone was trying to mess with me, but he just said the mind can play tricks with the sounds of the ocean and shit. I don't know, though. He seemed like he knew something and didn't want to tell me, you know? I wonder if he was just checking in to make sure they were getting to me. I bet he's the ringleader. He's probably not even the owner, and just wanted to get a lay out of the place so they can fuck with me more efficiently. Maybe I should have brought a gun.
I think I'm going to stay awake tonight. It's beginning to get dark outside, and I keep hearing things. I could've sworn I saw something out of the corner of my eye a little while ago, but it was just light reflecting on the tv. I'm not sure where the light was coming from, but it could've just been the sun setting causing light to just pan down through the window, like movie credits in reverse, or something. Either way, I'm going to check it out. I grabbed a fire poker, since I don't have a lot of options to defend myself with. I could grab a butcher's knife from the kitchen, but I think the poker looks more intimidating if I see anyone out there. I'll be back in a bit. Keep an eye on things here, will you, Bob? What the hell am I saying?
I didn't see anyone out there, but I swear to Christ I heard the laughing again. It sounded like it was coming from way over to the side of the beach, where it meets the trees. I ran over there and shouted out that I was armed and I'd fucking kill them, but they just laughed harder! What the hell are they playing at? Someone's fucking with me, I swear to fucking god! The boat was closer, too! It's maybe, I don't know, like, forty or fifty feet from the shore now. The light from the moon was playing tricks with the water, but at first, it looked like an honest to God pirate ship or something! I was like, "Do they even make those anymore?" Until I got distracted by laughing again.
It sounded like they were running through the sand right behind me too! I turned around and, of course, nothing was there, but when I looked back at the water, the boat just looked like a yacht again. I'm starting to think this dope of mine is just fucking with my head more and more. Doc told me it was supposed to stop me from seeing shit, but it sure as hell isn't doing the trick, I'll tell you that for fucking free. I'm going to call him tomorrow. This solitude thing ain't working out. Not for me, anyway. I'm definitely not sleeping tonight. I'm going to catch these bastards and make them sorry they fucked with the wrong mother fucker! I'll get back with you tomorrow, Bob. They need to believe I'm sleeping, so I can't talk to you any more tonight.
I saw them, Bob! I fucking saw them! Got one of them across the back of the head with the fire poker too! They were fast for having tiny little, scampering legs, but they weren't planning for me to be on guard. Even though I splattered the wall with the little bastard's blood, he still got away from me. There were, like, six of them. They were all wearing Halloween masks, but they still laughed and giggled like stupid little kids. They scream like kids too, or at least the one I clipped did. I called the police, and they're on their way here as we speak. I'll show them where I sprayed the wall with tiny hoodlum blood, and they'll have to believe me.
I ain't got any cuts or anything, so they can't say I just bled myself to sell the story. Sure they'll try to make some excuses or pretend there ain't nothing there, or something, but I know what I saw. I know what I felt when the iron rod made contact too. There's no way that kid don't have a hole in his skull now. I bet he dropped close by, or something. Probably running on pure instinct when I nailed him. Oh yeah, he's sorry now! Fucked with the wrong guy this time, buckaroo! There's the blue lights now. I'll be back, Bob.
Fucking figures. Of course they didn't believe me. They even threatened to arrest me if I wasted their time like this again. Yeah, I know it's a long drive to get here, but this shit is serious! I'm being fucking harassed! As I predicted, they claimed they couldn't see the blood on the wall. If I'm being honest, I didn't see it either now. I bet somebody washed it off while I wasn't looking. Maybe they did know I was awake, and they hung a tarp up, or covered the wall with a thin strip of cardboard or something of the like. That's probably it. They set me up. That's why the kid kept running, because he wasn't hurt in the first place. Fuck! I know I made contact with something, though. Did I hit the wall? Nope. I didn't hit the wall. Just checked it and there's not even a mark! Maybe the fake blood spatter wall was metal? It didn't feel like I hit metal, but I had a lot of adrenaline pumping too. Maybe it's just lack of sleep or something. Could I have inadvertently fallen asleep and dreamed it all? It felt so real!
I need to call Samuel. This dope of mine is messing with my head. Maybe I'm not really schizophrenic and he's performing some sort of sick experiment on me! Like some sort of fucked up social experiment for one of his stupid journals, and I'm just the perfect guinea pig, with my background. If he's the one behind this, the pharmacist had to be in on it, too. The bottle says dopamine, but maybe it's actually some sort of hallucinogen. I need to do some research on this shit. I bet it doesn't even look like the pill I'm supposed to be taking. Oh yeah, I'm on to you Doctor Sam.
They're supposed to be pink! The fucking pills are supposed to be pink, and these are green! I knew it! I knew I wasn't going crazy! I flushed every one of the goddamn green little fuckers and I called my lying ass Doctor. Of course he claimed that I'm having some sort of episode or reaction to the pills. He even said he'd call something else in, but I'll be damned if I trust a word he says, now. I told him I was onto him, and he told me to calm down and come home immediately, or have someone come pick me up. Like I know anyone who'd drive all this fucking way to get me. Who the hell does he think I am!?
Oh yeah, I'm going home, alright. As soon as I get there, I'm kicking the shit out of a certain doctor too. He even had the nerve to bring up my dad. Last thing I asked him for was a therapy session over the phone. I know damn well it's not my fault he's dead. Bastard attacked me, and I defended myself. He was just the first in a long line of folks who thought they could push me around and get away with it. It's his own fault, really. He's the one who taught me how to use the gun in the first place. He showed me so I could protect myself if anyone ever tried to hurt me. What the fuck did he expect when he was the one who fucking hurt me. I was still a kid when he tried pushing me around. Well, I'm a grown ass man now. What does my dear Doctor expect to happen now? He's just trying to save his own ass now. I tell you, Bob. You better never try pushing me, or you'll get yours too!
I'm sorry, Bob. I got myself worked up and I didn't mean to take it out on you. I let that guy get to me, and it's probably my own fault for trusting him in the first place. Maybe I'll stay out here just one more day. Sure, I haven't been sleeping much, but now that I'm not taking the dope of mine, maybe my head will clear up. I think I am going to go for a drive though. No way I'm going back to tetanus town, but maybe I'll see what's out the other way. It does make me feel better, talking to you, though.
You may be my only real friend, even if you were just an empty book before I started scribbling in your guts. I've decided I'm not going to kick Samuels ass, either. I suppose intellectuals, like him, have to experiment on people if they want to make a change in the world, or at least get their name in the history books of mental health, and whatnot. Once whatever it is he had me on is completely out of my system, I'm sure I'll be back in the right mindset. Just bear with me, Bobby, my boy. The world seems quieter again, and I think I'm starting to feel like me again, or at least getting there. I'll be back later. Don't wait up.
There's literally nothing out there. Not that way, anyway. I drove for, like, two hours and didn't see so much as a single gas station. Luckily, my little Honda is economical, but I may have to visit the shitty little town that time forgot, if I want to get gas anytime soon. Maybe I should try to get one of those electric cars. I'm sure I can afford one, if I can afford to stay in this place. Strangely, I can't even remember what I paid for this week. Probably just my foggy brain coming down from whatever those little green pills were, I'm sure.
Some more good news, though. I don't see the boat anymore, so that may have just been another hallucination. Or maybe, whoever they were decided to move on. Either way, I should sleep better tonight. It's raining outside now, so I won't be spending any time on the beach tonight. I should call Becky. Maybe tomorrow. She hasn't called me, though. Maybe she's finally grown tired of my shit. I'll call her tomorrow. No reason to stress anything like that. Honestly, I'm pretty fucking exhausted. It's been a rough couple of days, Bob. I think I'll turn in early tonight. See you tomorrow, bud.
They cut me, Bob! They fucking cut me deep! They are real! It's not the fucking drugs. Jesus Christ, it hurts! I must have been sleeping hard, because I didn't even feel them strap me down. It wasn't until one of them bit my fucking left thumb off that I even knew they were in the room. I was fighting as hard as I could, but the straps were tight. How did they get them so tight!? They only looked like they were, like, eight or nine years old, at most! How was the little bastards jaw so fucking strong.
There were three of them in the room, and I heard more laughing outside the door. Jesus fuck, I can believe this shit is really happening! He just kept biting off my fingers, while the other two were just carving into my chest and stomach with kitchen knives. Little shits didn't even realize I was slipping loose when all the fucking blood that was spilling out if me made it so as I could get my right hand free. Before the ones cutting on me knew what happened, I jammed my fingers into the chubby little biters eyes. He started wigging out and flailing around, while chunks of my fucking bird finger were spewing out of his mouth. I didn't quit digging in his sockets until he couldn't move anymore. Got them deep into his fucking brainpan and the lights went out for the evil little shit.
The other two were out of the door by the time I got the rest of the straps off me. I caught them though. Oh yeah, I caught those little surgeons and I showed them how a real fucking surgeon operates! There's bits of them all the way down the hall, and I'm going to fucking leave them there too! If any of the ones who were laughing on the other side of the door come back, they'll see what happens when you fuck with me! I need to get to a hospital. It's a good thing I'm a righty, I'll tell you that shit for nothing. I still have the ring and pinky fingers left, though. Thank God the little fucking cannibal didn't start with THE MOST USELESS FUCKING FINGERS ON MY HAND!!!! FUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!
I'm sorry, Bob. Bob, my friend. Bobby boy. It's shock, I think. I think I'm in shock, Bob. I called 911. Called ambulance. Blood loss. Lost blood loss. I don't know how much. Don't know if it's just mine. Blood. Blood everywhere. Bloody walls. Bloody floor. Bloody me. Bloody Bob. Sticky blood. Blood all over. I think. I think I'm going to pass out until the ambulance get
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2021.10.20 19:37 Representative-Bad31 Look back at it
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2021.10.20 19:37 SoftDreamer I listed my age and gender on a post asking for medical advice and got a creep on my DMs
2021.10.20 19:37 Shalashaska10 Texture pop in
I recently started noticing textures popping in close up, i noticed it first at the hanging towels in Hiyoshi village then later on it happened to some NPC's like Baku.
Has this always been a thing or is my ps4 rekt?
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2021.10.20 19:37 a_sseagull Drawing Disco Elysium characters in different styles, Day 6 :p
2021.10.20 19:37 DatChloeGurl_49 My new hip pads came in. I love them!
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2021.10.20 19:37 NeatOperation People of Reddit, what are some questions you genuinely want to know the answer to, but asking them will make you sound like an asshole?
2021.10.20 19:37 Mm0762 giratina 9566 8083 1639
2021.10.20 19:37 omarho Looking for a downtown shuttle pass.
2021.10.20 19:37 bigguys45s Janey Street - Under the Clock (1984, a hidden gem rarity!)
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2021.10.20 19:37 zlocko8 [H] TB Bright green [W] 5 arcanas
trade link : https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=1128311281&token=a729wRO0
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2021.10.20 19:37 brigie99 [USA-TX] [H] MSI Gaming Laptop. [W] PayPal
Selling my pretty much brand new gaming laptop, open to all reasonable offers:) specs are: RTX2070, 256hz screen, 10th gen i7, 16gb ddr4 ram.
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2021.10.20 19:37 YEEEEEeEeseresrsr Neckbeard news: The final neckening
Ladies and gentlesirs, I do quite believe that this sub has been long forgotten. Nobody comments on it, or posts on it for that matter. So how about we wrap this up and make it a part of the lore?
The continent of Neckbeardia has gone barren after the Chads launched their Braclear Missle. Only 4,269 Beards remain. Only 531 furries remain. But the bad thing is, the Chads outnumber the furries and the Beards.
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2021.10.20 19:37 Snoo-4878 I have a bit of a theory
ok, im just gonna lay out a theory that i have right now. I am fully convinced that none of the lobbies these pf youtubers play in are genuine lobbies with random people. My reasoning being that i have been playing this game for years, and throughout these years i have gained a considerable amount of experience to know that the players in the lobbies shown in these clips and videos, no matter how long said clips/videos are, the players just seem to be completely braindead. I have played in enough lobbies to know that the majority of people dont play like this, and to know that lobbies are mostly overwhelmed with rank 100+ players. Never have i, in the 3-4 years that i have been playing seen a majority of a lobby play like the other players in these videos do. Its just odd to me. And im not trying to accuse anyone of anything or say that these videos are faked, this is just a theory after all. Dont take this as if im stating it like a fact. I might just be ignorant regarding a few things or unaware of the process behind these clips/videos and i may be over looking things, i dont know. But this is a thought that just really stuck out to me, and the idea that i brought up regarding these lobbies isnt just exclusive to these kinds of clips/videos, its a pattern that i have noticed no matter what pf video i watch. I have no idea what it is, and if i had an explanation that would be great, but as for now im not gonna go to the effort of trying to find an answer because its such an insignificant thing to look into that it doesnt really matter at the moment tbh. but if anyone else has noticed this, please let me know. You can just chock all these lobbies up to pure luck or chance.
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2021.10.20 19:37 akyltrw3 Does the worm flask enable the proliferation of poison with the Pathfinder ascendency?
2021.10.20 19:37 biglipid I had this showing in my game constantly, players passing 3s after I press pass. What is this bs?
2021.10.20 19:37 LazyLamont92 Favorite 24 hr news station
2021.10.20 19:37 peachyygirlk Why is my rosacea not responding to any of my treatments?
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2021.10.20 19:37 Protector_0 Spooky Neitiznot
2021.10.20 19:37 Wooden_Blacksmith240 caitlinchristinee as MJ Carnage
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2021.10.20 19:37 13bee Alex Ovechkin vs Auston Matthews goal total comparison
Matthews had a monstrous goal scoring season last year but how does he stack up with the Great 8?
Keep in mind the stats taken was before the start of the season.
Matthews 199 goals in 334 games (.596 per game)
Ovechkin 228 goals in 334 games (0.683 per game)
Let’s see if Matthews can keep up
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