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Mortal Kombat XL reviewe
Mortal Kombat XL reviewe
I’ve recent finished Mortal Kombat X in story mode and I am very much impressed. First of all, I did have som expectations of the game since I grew up playing it. And I was not dissapointed. Pretty much all the original characters are still there and there is a few new ones as well plus some others that can be bought as a DLC for a dollar or 2. The graphics are AMAZING. I am stunned by them.…
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Living without a PC for almost 2 weeks.
Living without a PC for almost 2 weeks.
So as some of you might have noticed, I havent been posting anything lately. That have been mosty cuz I haven´t had a PC for about 2 weeks. It went poof on me a while back and stopped working for me out fo the blue. I have done some testings on it at a friends place and we came to the conclusion that it is either the motheboard that is giving up and possibly the power supply. I am waiting for a…
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One of my better cs:go matches
One of my better cs:go matches
Im not that good at cs:go what so ever, but yesterday I had one of the most epic games in all time. I was killing left and right and I had a blast as well ^_^ Watch live video from SparrowsRealm on www.twitch.tv
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Thoughts on the game Murdered; Soul Suspect
Thoughts on the game Murdered; Soul Suspect
Murdered: Soul Suspect is a game that I finished the other day and I thought I might give my thougths of the game as well ^^ About the game; You’re a detectivethat are fighting with a suspect and he throws you out a window. You die and become a ghost of yourself and witness how the suspect comes out from the house and kill you once more with your own gun. The game starts and you wont be able to…
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Highlight from "Kholat"
Highlight from “Kholat”
I was playing Kholat which is a horror game based on a real story that happened many years ago. I had past this place several times and knew what was down there, and I thought I was save so I relaxed a bit and looked my chat instead… That was a big mistake. Enjoy! About Kholat; Kholat is an indiesurvival horrorvideo game developed by Polish developers IMGN.PRO. The player controls a protagonist…
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me: *didnt have an attitude*
“and don’t get that attitude w/ me”
me: ok well i didn’t have an attitude but now. now u r in for some shit
Person: “and don’t get that attitude w/ me”
Me:
For example, we often hear that necromancy was outlawed because it was a devilish practice that depended upon the power of Satan for its effectiveness. What you do not hear is that necromnacy was an aspect of ancestor worship, and that part of outlawing it involved making it illegal to bury your family members on your own land. Suddenly, you were required to bury your dead in Church-sanctioned graveyards. This effectively removed one of your most solid claims to ownership of your ancestral land. It was no longer the place where you could prove your forefathers lay buried. It made it easier for authorities to come along and kick you out of your home and take state ownership of the land your family had left to you. This also supported the ultimate goal of breaking up family clans, and the political power and wealth that often went along with them.
Aaron Leitch, Folk Tradition and the Solomonic Revival; At the Crossroads (via astranemus)
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For LGBTQIA+ community.
"Should parents read their daughter's texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?"
Earlier today, I served as the “young woman’s voice” in a panel of local experts at a Girl Scouts speaking event. One question for the panel was something to the effect of, “Should parents read their daughter’s texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?”
I was surprised when the first panelist answered the question as if it were about cyberbullying. The adult audience nodded sagely as she spoke about the importance of protecting children online.
I reached for the microphone next. I said, “As far as reading your child’s texts or logging into their social media profiles, I would say 99.9% of the time, do not do that.”
Looks of total shock answered me. I actually saw heads jerk back in surprise. Even some of my fellow panelists blinked.
Everyone stared as I explained that going behind a child’s back in such a way severs the bond of trust with the parent. When I said, “This is the most effective way to ensure that your child never tells you anything,” it was like I’d delivered a revelation.
It’s easy to talk about the disconnect between the old and the young, but I don’t think I’d ever been so slapped in the face by the reality of it. It was clear that for most of the parents I spoke to, the idea of such actions as a violation had never occurred to them at all.
It alarms me how quickly adults forget that children are people.
Apparently people are rediscovering this post somehow and I think that’s pretty cool! Having experienced similar violations of trust in my youth, this is an important issue to me, so I want to add my personal story:
Around age 13, I tried to express to my mother that I thought I might have clinical depression, and she snapped at me “not to joke about things like that.” I stopped telling my mother when I felt depressed.
Around age 15, I caught my mother reading my diary. She confessed that any time she saw me write in my diary, she would sneak into my room and read it, because I only wrote when I was upset. I stopped keeping a diary.
Around age 18, I had an emotional breakdown while on vacation because I didn’t want to go to college. I ended up seeing a therapist for - surprise surprise - depression.
Around age 21, I spoke on this panel with my mother in the audience, and afterwards I mentioned the diary incident to her with respect to this particular Q&A. Her eyes welled up, and she said, “You know I read those because I was worried you were depressed and going to hurt yourself, right?”
TL;DR: When you invade your child’s privacy, you communicate three things:
You do not respect their rights as an individual.
You do not trust them to navigate problems or seek help on their own.
You probably haven’t been listening to them.
Information about almost every issue that you think you have to snoop for can probably be obtained by communicating with and listening to your child.
Part of me is really excited to see that the original post got 200 notes because holy crap 200 notes, and part of me is really saddened that something so negative has resonated with so many people.
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For those who don’t remember: the b is for bisexual so you have no need to reblog this if you don’t respect bisexuals
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Some Pokémon Go information
This turned out a little long so I’ve bolded main points for TL;DR skim readers. This post covers some current issues and some beginner tips.
As of typing (7/7/16), Pokemon Go has been released in Aus, NZ, US, and JP.
The game does not work on Windows OS, or Android versions older than Lollipop.
You need GPS location tracking enabled on your phone, as well as a constant stable internet connection. The GPS is a major battery drain.
The AR cam decimated my Samsung Note 4′s battery in minutes, disable it for more play time.
Data usage is minimal, but more Data is used when battling Gyms from my observance.
You can sign up with either a Google Account (or whatever Apple use) or a Pokemon Trainer Club account. Right now Trainer Club is having periodic connectivity issues. (“Unable to Authenticate.”)
When starting the game, you’re offered a “starter Pokémon”, its 100% preference as you can catch starter Pokémon later.
After capturing your “starter”, you enter your username. Alphabetical/Numeral Characters only, no spaces, Names must be Unique. They cannot be changed, currently, if ever.
The game must be actively open for it to find Pokemon, but you do not need to be staring at the phone. Stay safe and be alert of your surroundings, your phone will vibrate if something pops up near you.
The “Nearby Pokemon” tab seems to double up as a tracker, tap a “nearby pokemon” in the list, Footprints indicate its distance, and the tab pulses more as you approach the nearest/targeted Pokemon.
Small towns have no shortage of Pokestops and Gyms, but residential areas understandably have very few.
Catching Pokemon is simple, you start with ~50 Pokeballs, you gain many more from Pokestops, you can carry a limited number of combined items (350) without bag upgrades. Do not buy Pokeballs from the cash shop, they are essentially an infinite free resource.
Pokestops go Purple when used, the cooldown is incredibly short but the cooldown does not reduce if you stay near the stop.
Battles are not explained, at all. Tap the opponent Pokémon to launch a “Fast Attack”, and accumulate charge for your Strong “Hold” attack. Swiping your Pokémon to dodge attacks is very important.
Teams are “Instinct” Yellow, “Mystic” Blue, and “Valor” Red. There is no benefit to joining a specific team, just pick the one you want/agree with.
A Grey Gym is unclaimed, simply deposit a Pokemon to defend it and claim it as your own. Warning: Deposited Pokemon cannot be withdrawn from the Gym until it is defeated by the opposing team, avoid depositing your strongest Pokémon when defending Gyms.
At a Friendly Gym, you can battle your own defending Pokémon (and the Pokémon fellow teammates have deposited) and give your Gym more Prestige. Prestige is essentially the “health” of your Gym, and if the opponent teams reduce it to 0, the Gym becomes unclaimed. You may struggle to train if you deposited your strongest Pokémon.
At a Rival Gym, your goal is to defeat as many of the Rival Pokemon as possible. Your 6 Selected Pokemon will be allowed to assist you in battle, but only two may faint. You may switch at any time.
Pokémon defeated in a training session are reduced to 1 hp and can be healed with a Potion, however Pokémon defeated while battling an rival gym become fainted, and a Revive must be used. These items can be obtained at Pokestops from level 5 onwards.
You can challenge a Gym as many times as you are able.
The Strongest Pokemon in the Gym is the one sat atop the tower on the Map.
I do not know if Eggs are Pedometer related or distance related, but you should get off your lazy ass and walk because its good for you. It took me approximately 7000 steps to hatch a 5km Egg.
YOU MUST INCUBATE AN EGG IN ORDER FOR IT TO HATCH. You are given one Incubator to start with unlimited uses. You can buy more, but they break after hatching 3 eggs.
Evolution is not level/CP based. They use Candy to evolve. Candy Evolution requirements vary. Pidgey needs 12, Spearow needs 50.
Eevee Evolve Randomly, according to screenshots.
Each Pokemon gives 3 candy of its species upon being caught, 6 if hatched. You can power up a Pokémon’s CP using its candy and “stardust.”
Magikarp makes me cry.
The last week has been so ridiculous even the satirists can’t take it any more
They had me at "Halfheaded cock-bongos".
can someone explain to me
Why it’s perfectly acceptable to read all day, to garden all day, to be at the pool all day, to work all day, to shop all day, to be out with friends all day, but the minute you decide to sit at a computer or console and game all day, suddenly you’re wasting your life?
The computer glows because it’s full of Satan
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There is a message going around Tumblr that says something along the lines of ‘this blog said something about you’
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IT WILL HACK YOUR ACCOUNT AND LOCK YOU OUT.
If youve already put your password in CHANGE IT IMEADIETLY.
If I ‘send’ you one of these messages its not me.
Please send this around so as many people as possible can see it.
@citydin can you drop me a text? New phone and wiped the old one clean before realising i forgot the numbers -.- :O
Me Before You Would Have Killed Me
I’ll make you all a deal. This will be one of the last posts that I make on the matter. But you all need to signal boost this. This one needs to be heard by everyone.
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I’m at a really good place in my life right now. I just turned 22. I just finished my fourth year of college with a 3.7 GPA, I moved into my first apartment, I’m doing an awesome internship, I’m doing a ton of advocacy work. I’m genuinely happy.
I’m at a really great place.
I wasn’t always.
I’ve been disabled all my life but about ten years ago, I walked into an operating room and came out in a wheelchair. (Well, technically I came out on a stretcher, but you get the point.)
And it took me a while to realize that my life was completely different. In fact, it wasn’t until about three years later, when I was about fifteen, that I really realized it. I don’t know if I was in shock all that time, if I was numb, if the medications that I was on limited any conscious thought, let alone emotion. But it was around the age of fifteen that everything came crashing down and I fell apart. I became extremely depressed. And let me tell you, no matter how hard you try, you never forget that feeling. It’s one of the worst feelings in the world. Depression is like being in a room where everything is pitch black. And people are screaming at you to turn on the light switch, but you can’t find it, you can’t see it, even though everyone else seems to know exactly where it is, you’re completely lost in this dark room with no way out. Depression is horrible. I would never wish it on my worst enemy. Even now, there are days when I struggle, though those days are nowhere as bad as the weeks, months, that I battled depression as a teenager. As a fifteen-year-old, too weak to put up a fight.
Now, I should mention that I never tried anything.
But believe me when I say that I know what it’s like to want to.
And believe me when I say that if you built a time machine, if you took Jojo Moyes’ infamous book, if you sent it back to 2009, and if fifteen-year-old me had read it…
I probably wouldn’t be here right now.
I’d be dead.
I would have lost my battle.
Because I would have picked up a book wherein the main character kills themselves because they think that their life isn’t worth living now that they’re disabled.
And I would have related all too well, and I would have done something that’s genuinely terrifying to think about. I know I would have. I was not in a good place at that time, I was not strong, and while I did survive, it wouldn’t have taken much for the scales to tip in the other direction.
And I keep going into the Me Before You tags on different websites and I keep seeing teenagers who are in the same place that I once was, who are saying that they were sobbing in the movie theaters because they didn’t expect the ending and they genuinely don’t know what to do.
I would have been one of those teenagers.
I dodged a bullet.
Literally.
And I know that the author probably didn’t mean for any of this to happen, she didn’t expect the huge backlash from the disabled community, she didn’t expect a very tired college student to be revealing something very personal at 1:06 AM.
She just wanted to tell a story.
I can respect that.
I read an interview a few days ago where she talked about how she had seen a few debates over assisted suicide and she felt compelled to write a story, to give a perspective, to give a voice.
And whether she meant to or not, that voice is a single mantra:
“It’s okay to die.”
And I keep seeing people defend the book, defend the author, defend that voice, by saying that it’s just one perspective, it’s just one voice.
But it’s not.
It’s not okay.
And it’s not just one voice.
You see, we didn’t need Jojo Moyes to be that voice. She thinks we did. But we didn’t.
We hear that voice every single day.
We hear that voice every single day.
Every single day.
We hear people talking about how it’s okay for the disabled to die.
Every. Single. Day.
(Note: I was actually going to make this a video but at this point, I started crying and couldn’t finish, so I’m typing it all out instead.)
And we hear our own inner voice, whispering to us at night, urging us that it’s okay to die.
We hear the voices. We hear them. We hear them every single day. The voices that say that it’s okay to die.
We hear them.
I heard them when I was fifteen. I heard them loud and clear. And I believed them. And had I read Me Before You, it would have been the voice to break the camel’s back. It would have been the voice that I listened to.
This book would have killed me.
This book is going to end up killing someone else.
And I don’t think Jojo Moyes understands, I don’t think that the abled community understands, I think they have the privilege of not understanding just how loud that voice can be and how damaging that voice can be. They don’t hear those voices every day.
But we do.
Whether we want to or not.
And you know what?
For the amount of people who say, “It’s okay to die.” there are very few people out there who say, “It’s okay to live.”
They’re the voices that we need to hear. They’re the voices that are so few and far between.
And I’m here tonight to try to be one of those voices.
For those of you who are constantly hearing the various voices that are telling you that it’s okay to die, please, please know that those voices are lying to you. I know that it’s hard. I know what it’s like to be in that dark room. I also know what it’s like to open the door and to escape.
And I know there are others that have escaped as well. And now, we have to help the others who haven’t. We have to help the others who keep hearing these voices. We have to put an end to them.
Boycott the voice.
Boycott the author.
Boycott the book.
Boycott the movie.
Boycott Me Before You.
Signal Boost!
The voices we need to hear about disability are the ones that come from disabled people. Not able-bodied people who think they can understand what life is like for disabled people and feel qualified to speak for them.
No, shut up, and let the disabled speak for themselves.
I moved in February and started working as a kindergarten teacher a month later. I loved but it was slowly killing me. I found a new job as a caregiver for the elders. It gives me more and I'm slowly coming back to life thanks to the calm and silent workplace I've found. My lovelife is going good and I'm really happy now ^_^ but I miss some people like crazy! @citydin is one of them. Hey girl, I'm gonna come visit for the city festivals in a few weeks. Wanna hook up? <3
