2021.09.19 16:48 ProphetofTables [Star Wars- Canon and Legends] What did Evazan do to warrant getting the death penalty in 12 systems?
In A New Hope, Dr. Evazan (the guy who tries to threaten Luke) says this:
You just watch yourself. We're wanted men. I have the death sentence on twelve systems!What can one person do that's so unspeakably heinous that you can get the death penalty for it in a whole twelve star systems?
2021.09.19 16:48 JustV3NOM Moving games from Windows to Pop OS
I'll get straight to the point - How do I import the games that i have downloaded on Windows to Linux?
I have dual- booted Pop Os alongside Windows 10 and wanted to know, can i import steam games to linux to use them with proton?
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2021.09.19 16:48 RafaelRoriz Noobie question. Just caught this shiny oshawott and Im really happy with it. Wanted to know if its good and if its worth evolving it.
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2021.09.19 16:48 SomonCeption yorumları onun arama geçmişi gibi yapın
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2021.09.19 16:48 carameloverdose 2 imposter copypasta
Sus sus sus I can't believe it! Alright so today we're having clvent and my crewmate was looking like a straight-up sussy baka as usual. No one could see me from the waist down so I stared at her and started to vent. I was venting it, I was venting it the teacher's words were going in one ear and right out the other. Then my crewmate got up to get a cola out of her mini-fridge, her fast vent was on display for everyone to see. I vented so hard that it shot out of my vent like a surface-to-air missile! My thick sticky blood covered my Kill-La-Kill shirt, the whole meeting was staring. I knew they knew but I had to vent with myself up. I thought I had covered the ventedra when I got up but the whole meeting saw my semi-hard vent in all its four inches of glory. I got ejected and my parents are dissapointed in me. Am I the asshole?
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2021.09.19 16:48 HolySid666 Spotify randomly pauses
So, half an hour ago I tried to listen to Spotify. The music randomly pauses occasionally. In intervals of 30-60 seconds. It would randomly pause again after I played it if it pauses. I have signed out of all devices. Changed my password. Problem still persists on both my Windows PC and my phone (iOS).
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2021.09.19 16:48 Jebejebe00 Me when someone suggests a mini-boycott:
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2021.09.19 16:48 masculinity69 Reddit, apart from normal shower, when else do you have to shower according to your culture?
2021.09.19 16:48 shupm8 Galaxy Buds 2 foam tips?
I can't find any from numerous searches and I was wondering if there are any that work with the Buds 2 (and how much?) These Buds may not even need foam tips - I don't know.
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2021.09.19 16:48 Embarrassed-Grade-25 Sam Harris and free will
Do you think it's true that normal humans often exhibit similar behavior similar to confabulation by explaining their past actions in ways that can be proven to be false upon inspection. Sam has made the point when discussing free will that human beings aren't aware of the true causes of many of their actions, despite claims otherwise.
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2021.09.19 16:48 Heldenburg Small study (10x10cm) of exoplanet GJ1132b orbiting red dwarf. Oil on canvas by me, 2018.
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2021.09.19 16:48 -i-hate-this-place- would you rather have a left Gucci shoe or a right Gucci shoe
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2021.09.19 16:48 Dremantis I'm a Park Ranger, and in order to survive, I had to make my own rules - Rule 4.
Link to rule 1 here Link to rules 2 and 3 here
My sincerest apologies for the long wait between posts. As I'm sure you can tell from the previous two stories, my working places can often get to be hectic and at times... hell. Honestly, I started this list of rules as a reminder to myself and in the deluded hope that I could quit, leave it for the next poor sod to work this shift. Because it's time to come clean. The list of rules wasn't just out of the kindness of my heart, it was for two reasons. The first being to ground these events in reality, an ever-present reminder that these events took place and that I needed to be careful. The second reason being... an uncomfortable topic.
You see, I don't like to talk about it that much, especially not with people I don't know very well. But for context... something isn't right with me, mentally speaking. I don't know if I have an unknown head injury that masquerades as a mental illness, or if it can even be considered such. But regardless of what it is or isn't, my memory is like a leaky plastic bag full of water. If I stop paying attention to it for long enough... it drains away, never to be recaptured. Even traumatic events such as these would eventually fade away into nothing but embers in the recesses of my mind until turning to ash. If I didn't create these rules, I'd end up in one of these traps again, and suffer all the same for them again.
I don't make detailed descriptions in the rules on account of thinking the next Ranger to take my place, when I sought to quit, wouldn't believe the accounts. So these rules were created, one piece at a time, so that I could remind myself, and when I thought I could make it easier on the next guy. I even began keeping a journal after the events of this story, as I hear therapists and such recommend it to begin coping or coming to terms with traumatic events. That's largely how I'm transcribing the story to you here. Bits of memory, faded at the edges like an old polaroid photo, and the journal entries.
Thankfully, the rest of my first night passed by largely uneventfully. I did my round of the Southern quadrant of the park, with nothing worthy of note happening, bar the howling of a wolf in the far distance. There were no campsites out here and the trails didn't go far into the southern quadrant, so it was one of the more natural, untouched sections of the park. It also meant that my patrol was much simpler than the other two.
The Northern quadrant held a few campsites, but much less than the Western quadrant. Not many people wanted to camp in the Northern quadrant either, because all of the campsites were along the longer trails in the park. This also made the patrol much easier on me. However, I did say earlier that the night passed largely uneventfully. The only other weird thing that happened was the two sets of eyes I saw glimmering out of the forest at me as I neared the end of my patrol of the Northern quadrant. One set was the color of amber, the other set was the color of crimson... Derrick and Wendell.
Yes, I named the tall, malformed man with the amber eyes Wendell. Yes, probably for the reasons you're thinking, given his appearance.
But as soon as I registered that I had seen those two sets of eyes glimmering in the night-shrouded forest, they were gone. I sped back to the Information Center, fast as I dared to not incur the anger of anyone who may be camping nearby. I realize you may view this as cowardice, but I had checked all of the campsites in the Northern quadrant and they were all vacant, and I had thought at the time that surely they wouldn't venture to the Western quadrant together, right? After all, this was the only time I had seen them close to one another, surely they wouldn't encroach on each other's territory, right?
I would later find out that my suspicions were correct, and that the Northern quadrant was a sort of... netural ground between Wendell and Derrick, and in certain circumstances, a cooperative hunting ground. I'm getting ahead of myself though, that's a story for later.
As the last two patrols came and went, and the sun just began to peek over the horizon, another car showed up outside of the information center. It was the morning shift ranger, he had arrived thirty minutes early. I had to fight back the urge to rush out to meet him and ask him what in the actual hell was the deal with the creepy stuff going on last night, but it occured to me that they were probably nocturnal hunters. I didn't even see Derrick at all until 8 pm that night, and though the trail cams never picked up his movements... I had a hunch.
That hunch was confirmed when, after some idle small talk, I instead asked the morning shift ranger about disappearances in the park, specifically about Rangers. Disappearances in general were common, chalked up to "Camping Ettiquette Failures" as he put it, and bodies, or what were left of them, were often found. More often than not though, searches were conducted, and called off when heads nor tails could be found of the missing person. But disappearances of Rangers? It only ever happened to night shift Rangers, except in rare and unusual circumstances. "Typical animal attack or wild-men, as some theorize." he said in response.
The remaining 30 minutes passed by as the morning shift Ranger made some coffee and got some gear, paper, and a book ready for his shift. I told him to have a good day, and took my leave of that God-awful place, making my way quickly to my car. I made the drive home without a hitch, made it my upstairs bedroom in my house, and passed out for a time.
Once I woke up, I checked the time and the beginning trickel of dread began to invade my mind; I only had a few hours before I had to go back to work. Even equipped with the rules and knowledge from the night before, my chest started to tighten at the thought of going back, and it became hard to breathe. The beginning signs of a panic attack for me.
I called the information center and requested they call another Ranger to fill my spot for the night, with the excuse that I must have caught something or had food poisoning. The Ranger who was there didn't seem all that surprised by the regular night shift Ranger calling out on his second day. He said that these things happened and he'd get the spot filled for the night, and bid me to get well soon. I thanked him for understanding, and hung up, deciding to catch a few more hours of shut eye once I'd calmed down. I got a glass of water, watched some videos to distract myself from the sense of dread, and before I knew it, I had passed out.
"Ran..ger.." I heard a voice, speaking softly, with a bit of a growl behind it. "I'm going.. to find you.. ranger.." Two beads of crimson blinked into existence inches away from my face in the darkness.
I woke up in a cold sweat, remembering only that portion of the nightmare I obviously had. Those two beady, crimson eyes.. the rasping voice and broken speech pattern.. Derrick haunts me even in my dreams, I had thought. Even when I can't see him, even when he's not around, he's still just screwing with me. I needed another glass of water, and maybe a beer..
I trudged my way downstairs, and noticed a soft noise from coming from.. somewhere. It was faint, but noticeable. A noise like a dog scratching at a door it wants into, but not rapid like a dog would. Slow, methodical. Raaaaake....... Raaaaaake......
As I arrived downstairs, the scratching noise had started to come less often, and more quietly. I paid it no mind as I walked into my kitchen and grabbed a water bottle and a beer. As I turned towards my backdoor though, I could see it, glinting in the faint light that shined from the refrigerator. Twin beads of crimson, peering in through the window next to my back door. I froze in shock, mouth agape in terror as I realized; Derrick was outside my backdoor. I could see the faint outline of his face in the low light, his too many teeth jutting his cheeks out unnaturally, and his lips curled into a facimile of a smile.
I could hear glass shatter as I had lost my grip on the bottle of beer in my hands, and the soft "boing" noise of the plastic water bottle bouncing off the ground. My body had begun to tremble as I caught sight of Derrick. After I thought I'd have a normal night, he just couldn't leave me be. At work, in my sleep, and now even at my own home this spectre of death haunted me. I knew I wouldn't be safe if I let him out of my sight though, that much rang true in my mind. I had to think of a plan, or I would die in my own home. I don't think I'll get lucky enough against him a second time, not caught off guard like this.
I backed up and searched the wall for a light switch, not daring to turn away from that hideous visage. After many moments of patting the wall and finding nothing, my palm finally fell on the switch and I flipped it on. I got a better look at Derrick now, and noticed his arms were frozen in place in unnatural ways, like his elbows and shoulders worked differently from a normal person's, they bulged against the skin, threatening to break the surface at any moment. That must be what the popping of bones was when I first encountered him; he had been getting in position to maul me.
I checked the time that displayed digitally on the microwave quickly, it read 3:05 AM. I had to keep him occupied until daytime, when I expected him to grow weary and return to his infernal den. Wait.. 3:05 AM? Had I slept that long from when I called out? 11 extra hours? How could that be?
The glance at the microwave and the ensuing confused thoughts evidently bought Derrick enough time to slink back into the shadow of night, because when I glanced back he wasn't at my backdoor anymore. Terror sunk in as I realized he could be anywhere outside, or... inside? No. Everything was locked, no glass had shattered since the dropped beer bottle, so he couldn't have made his way inside without me knowing. I had to calm down and think of a plan.
A flash of an amber glow in my backyard caught my attention.. shit. Of course Wendell was here too. This complicated things even further, because I knew I shouldn't be caught staring at Wendell, and I knew I couldn't look away from Derrick. And now they could be anywhere outside. I had to think of a plan swiftly otherwise I'd be dead whenever they decided to strike.
Could I hide? No they'd find a way in and then I'm as good as worm food. Could I fight? I knew Wendell could be tranquilized but I had no idea if he could be hurt enough to fend off before he broke through my defense and took me out, and that isn't counting on the fact that a tag-team with Derrick would be nearly impossible to fend off. Could I run? ...If I could make it to my car I could drive. I knew Derrick was fast, faster than Wendell, but could he keep up with a car? It seemed like my only option. I grabbed my car keys off of the table in the living room and waited for a time to make my escape.
I couldn't see either of them out front of my house, but I knew if I didn't make my move soon they'd find another route of entry and get to me, and I'd be as good as dead. I waited just a few more minutes for any signs of them, and when I was sufficiently satisfied they must be around a different part of the house, I opened my front door and closed it shut behind me, and as a reflex I locked the door too, a motion and sentiment engrained into my since I got my first key to a house from my parents when I was a kid. Always lock the door behind you. I heard rustling as I had finished locking the door and stared at the treeline next to my house, but saw nothing.
I did one more scan of the surrounding area before making a mad dash to the car, unlocking it from the fob as I sprinted over and grasped the door handle. As soon as my hand made contact I was hit hard from the side and something razor-sharp slashed my arm in multiple places. I groaned loudly in pain, holding back a scream as I looked at my assailant, and of course found none other than Derrick. I had my gaze firmly planted on him now, so he couldn't make anymore moves, but he had that horrible tooth-filled grin plastered on his face again. That same horrible laughing noise he makes came again as I backed away, planning on moving around the car to the other side, so I could climb over the console and into the driver's side, never breaking eye contact. My plan halted when I backed into... something. I heard labored breathing and felt the warmth of fur touching my neck. It was Wendell. This was their trap.
The figure of Wendell loomed over me and it took every fiber of my being not to blink or look away from Derrick, or look at Wendell. My options were growing smaller by the millisecond, I'd either blink or Wendell would make me look at him and then I'd be dead. I gripped the car keys in my hand and prepared for something really stupid.
I dove over the trunk at my rear window, using all of my remaining strength on the car key as I jammed it into the window, it worked, shattering the glass into tiny fragments. I kept my gaze fixed on Derrick through the door windows of my car as I clambored inside through the broken window, suffering multiple small cuts, and shards of glass stuck themselves into my arms as I crawled. I crawled my way over the console and into the driver's side door, locking the door, and trying to fumble the key into the ignition. I caved, looking at the ignition in desperation to get away, finally slotting the key into place and turning it over.
The car roared to life, and just as it did a clawed hand burst through the driver's side window and slashed my shoulder as it tried to get a grip on me, instead the clawed hand grasped my shirt it had just torn to ribbons. The torn part of the shirt came away as I slammed the transmission into Reverse and hit the gas. As I whipped the car away I hit something, hard. Wendell was knocked away from the rear of the car as I had essentially just hit him with my car. This had almost definitely put a dent into my trunk, but also gave me an idea. I stared straight ahead at Derrick, who froze in flace as the headlights shined on him.
I slammed the car into Drive and floored it into Derrick, sending him sprawling onto his back as I swung the car hard to the right, running Derrick over and peeling out across the grass of my yard into the road. This had definitely put a sizeable dent into the front of my car, but I didn't care. Cut, bruised, and battered as I was I had survived. Now I only had to shake them until sunrise...
Surprisingly enough, it wasn't that hard. I just drove around town for the next few hours until sunrise, not bothering to stop for redlights, but that luckily wasn't much of a problem, as I encountered no cops, and no other cars on the road. I thanked whatever cosmic force was watching over me at that moment, and continued to drive. After the sun had begun to peek over the horizon once again, I made my way to the hospital.
I actually wasn't supposed to work the next day or the day after, so I was fine when the doctors told me I'd have to spend a few nights there with them, and grimaced when I learned I'd need more than a few stitches. But I had survived both of them, and they hadn't bothered me at the hospital at all... on the days I wasn't supposed to work.
Once I had been released from the hospital and was all patched up, I spent the rest of my days off unaccosted. This lead me to the realization of rule 4, and rule 5 was an unofficial one that I only keep in my notebook.
Rule 4: Under no circumstances should you EVER call out of work. Rule 5: If you encounter both the man with the sharp teeth and the tall, malformed man, run. There is no other way to survive. Run and pray you make it to safety.
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2021.09.19 16:48 Mcndre85 No. No, He’s Got A Point.
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2021.09.19 16:48 Isntlifefunny Ready to watch a documentary on mice. ;)
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2021.09.19 16:48 kiddyxenigma Any advice on how to get over someone you like for many years?
Sorry if this doesn't fit here!
I've basically had this obsessive crush for years now. I would daydream about them constantly 24/7 and it has basically been obsessive. I've noticed it's a trend with whoever I like, I always obsessively try to get to know them better and every miniscule detail about them even though I don't have a chance with them. I realized how this affected my mental health because I was never really taking a break to reflect and care for myself. And it's also mentally draining, because every one of my hobbies, interests and behavior would always revolve around what I think they would like. It's so hard to get over it because I think I like the feeling of being in love. Maybe I'm more in love with the "idea of love"?
Do any of you have advice on how to stop obsessing over men and just be more self-assured?
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2021.09.19 16:48 ContentForager Ya'll ever just play Steep on the off-season while waiting for winter to come? (/r/snowboarding)
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2021.09.19 16:48 ChuckKingComedy South Florida Stand-Up Comics Have Fun With Talk Like A Pirate Day - From ApplauseBreak.com
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2021.09.19 16:48 EthTraderCommunity Crypto assets: Ukraine officials did not follow regulations laws
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2021.09.19 16:48 SlightlySlicedPapya Insulation work on our ‘64 SS Sportsman.
2021.09.19 16:48 LOL_Look_Bro I am not a Biology student. Although I don't think one can crack NEET with just one hour one shots. These simps are so cringe.
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2021.09.19 16:48 popularfiction what’s up with my blue chalk sticks? (details in comments)
2021.09.19 16:48 Confident-Butterfly1 How well versed in Catholic Social Teaching are you? This page contains documents from Popes on the matter. I'm working my way from the oldest to the newest.
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