My unfortunately experience of getting my first Herman Miller. Broken on arrival. I witnessed the two FedEx Staff drop the box from shoulder height onto the ground.

2021.11.27 00:31 InfinityPortal My unfortunately experience of getting my first Herman Miller. Broken on arrival. I witnessed the two FedEx Staff drop the box from shoulder height onto the ground.

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2021.11.27 00:31 killy122 3090 CARDS

do all 3090 cards need thermal pad replacements for the VRAM temps to be on the safe side?
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2021.11.27 00:31 Jaisyjaysus69 She is beauty, she is grace....

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2021.11.27 00:31 PositiveWaterStore Neutral Milk Hotel lyrics that creep you out?

"When we meet on the clouds I will be laughing out loud with everyone I see"
"Swollen and small is where you'll find me now"
"With wings that rings around a socket right between her spine"
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2021.11.27 00:31 ChampionMain375 My breakdown of LVGN

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2021.11.27 00:31 Cwf97 A neat twist.

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2021.11.27 00:31 TripleGgamingYT Warpath - Arty vs ATG

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2021.11.27 00:31 CurlyJester23 Sykkuno - Yuno's thoughts on retaliating

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2021.11.27 00:31 FoxKorp Urban Warfare (Human Horrors Pt 6)

Trappist-4 is a hell hole. 50 billion humans are dead, yet people keep going about their daily lives as if nothing is wrong. Ever since the first Florian infantry corps has been deployed, about 2 weeks now, every day I've seen another friend die.
I thought it'd be easy, we are the mighty galactic council, hundreds of thousands of planets, quadrillions of beings. We had the clear technologically superior force, each weapon being capable of laying ruin to the stars. Or so we thought.
When we first arrived in the system, we immediately glassed and cracked every unshielded habitat in the outer regions, well over 15 billion humans dead instantly. The 1,774 ships in our fleet destroyed every human ship in the system, after all, this system's main military force was busy rampaging through our space. We thought it would be some easy revenge.
Our ships charged weapons and fired at the main terrestrial bodies. Over 2 trillion humans live on the 3 different planets, over half of which lived on the 4th planet from the star. Our mighty cannons belched apocalypse into the void, energy hurtled towards the planet, certain death awaited them... And nothing.
The shots dissipated harmlessly across a vast planetary shield that we thought impossible. For months we sat in orbit prodding the shield and researching it, trying to get through. Eventually, we found a way to get slow-moving transport ships through, and a ground invasion was planned. Over 5 billion of us suited up in our exo-suits and loaded into the transporters.
5 billion packed into 2,500,000 ships. Our descent was beautiful, the clouds and skies turning a dim purple in the sunset, only for thunderous flak to shred apart our ships and ignite the very sky. Of the 5 billion who ventured through the shield, only 2 billion made it to the ground, deep in hostile territory. I am one of the unlucky ones who wasn't killed by a flak shell, for the past two weeks I've lived through hell, and I don't know how much longer I have.
Our first engagement was euphoric, we the infantry were dropping into a cruel and dead metal hellscape, twisting spires and other monstrosities of the steel city were turned into churning piles of ash and metal sarcophaguses of their human inhabitants. Terrified civilians mounted no defense and were mowed down endlessly.
The neon lights of the cityscape were darkened and charred by plasma fire; the stench of burnt flesh filled the air. Our hulking exo-suits, 2 meters tall, marched through the streets, decimating all that lay in our wake. It was too easy; no resistance had yet been met. It stayed like that for a week, civilians being slaughtered in the millions as we marched unstoppably. Then on the 8th rotation of the planet, things changed.
The once helpless masses of millions now stood defiant in our path. We pushed on, thinking ourselves superior, then the first shots rang out. Human coilguns wielded by fury-driven militia ripped through our lines. They charged at us with metal spikes affixed to their weapons, screaming bloodcurdling noises of rage. One by one, my friends fell beside me, human weapons ripping through armor and flesh, leaving steaming piles of liquified remains in their wake.
The metal hulks of skyscrapers reduced to rubble lit up with muzzle flashes from primitive slug throwers; our doubts of their effectiveness shattered when our squad leader was turned into a chunky mist as a slug connected with his torso. Men, women, and children took up these guns and picked shots at us while we marched through their streets. The once dead and cold steel monstrosity they called a city turning into a fortress of bodies and munitions. People stopped abandoning their homes, preferring to stay and watch us from balconies, sending shots towards us occasionally.
That's when we started facing their infantry units. On the 50th rotation, we encountered air superiority fighters and bombers. They began strafing runs on our convoys and supply lines behind the frontline, destroying communications and disorganizing our troops. They wore body armor making them unkillable to shots anywhere except their head. Their guns were powerful enough to rip through 15 feet of dura-wall and still kill any soldier seeking refuge behind it.
They fired at us from well-prepared ambush spots. As the spires of the city got higher and higher, they began to rain fire down unto us from the rooftops. Makeshift vehicles began to assault us and the once ragtag resistance turned into a formidable foe. Our offensive stalled as human "tanks" began to crush our lines and decimate our troops. Wave after wave of fresh troops began to seep through the shield, acting as the reinforcements we so desperately needed.
Now I began to wonder more about the place I was in, it wasn't some military base, horrid factory of death, no... It was a home. Beneath the rubble and cracked concrete, underneath the flaming hulks of armored vehicles, in the buildings now devoid of life, was the once thriving beating heart of a peaceful people. They lived here and worked here, used the roads we fight on now to get from great spire to great spire. No different from a council home-planet, it was a center of entertainment and life. Reduced to charred, cracked, and collapsing rubble, all by our doing. I have asked myself the question, what peace are we trying to acquire?
When confronted with this question, I told myself that it would all be worth it when peace came, yet I couldn't answer. I began to see the faces of the people I slaughtered, be it filled with fear, rage, confusion, or some combination, I began to see myself. A living being capable of thought, how were they that different from us?
Sure they were animals, not made of plant fibers or strands of photosynthesizing material. Yet they were alive, living in cities that they created for the sole purpose of life thriving and surviving here. Now on the final push towards the shield generator, I gaze upon the scarlet sky. Lit by the fires of human civilization, the desolate wastelands we leave behind. I can see the lights in the distance of families going about their lives, people walking the streets. Here near the core, even while fighting raged in the streets below them, humans continue going to restaurants, theaters, homes. Uncaring of the horrors beneath them, occasionally they glance down, see the battles, and admire the view.
We have reached a point of such extreme population density, that we do not have enough ammo to cut down the masses of humans. I can see people driving past us, above us, the bustle of uninterrupted city life simply flowing around us. The lights of the city and the sounds of conversations screaming louder than any gunshot ever could.
I have decided now that this means one thing, and one thing only. We are invaders in a foreign land, on a planet of people who wish for peace and prosperity over war, and we are the ones bringing true evil to this galaxy. We are the ones filled with bloodlust and hatred, not the humans. It was lies, all of it, and now I can't kill another innocent soul.
I can't go any further than this point, it is pointless to fight them.
-Note found next to the body of Captain Krell Onaburra, who died from a single gunshot wound to the side of the head. His suicide was not the first, nor the last self-inflicted casualty among the infantry.
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"Jenkins! I need some cover fire!"
"Covering!"
Jenkins began to fire his coilgun into empty space, his dislocated shoulder blaring with pain as each shot recoiled into it. He saw an alien round a street corner before being decimated by one of his Mach-3 tungsten slugs as it shredded through its chest.
His battle buddy Johnny Ramirez ran with his head tucked low, running to the safety of a Dura-Crete pillar 5 feet to the right of Jenkins. Only 20 yards behind him, a mass of people and traffic went about their daily lives in the deep core of the city.
"Grenade out!"
2 more aliens rounded the corner, only to be blown apart by the searing hot shrapnel that turned their fibrous bodies into a burnt paste of bio-matter.
They could hear gunfire above them, on a catwalk over 500 stories above their current position, a businessman was raining lead onto some faraway invaders before heading back inside his home to eat a sandwich. In a space elevator waiting pad, a mob of humans was using their fists to beat to death a squad of aliens who were trying to infiltrate the area and destroy the tethering cables. Once in space, the people boarded a craft and sailed right past the blockade. There were simply too many ships to shoot down.
In other sectors of the planet, situations were much the same, nightclubs remained open and the people remained dancing even as the building they were in was collapsing. War and death had become an average part of life on Trappist-4, and people stopped caring. Loudspeakers across the city blared music and inspirational speeches, leading billions to take up arms and slaughter the alien invaders before losing interest and heading back home.
With every passing minute, the alien advance slowed. Now it was expected that one single inch of land could be taken for one million alien infantry. Yet the shield generator still lay 100s of miles away. It would cost the aliens billions upon billions of troops to take just a small portion of this planet, yet the population was mostly unscathed.
Every once in a while, the aliens would come across humans fighting each other. Gunfire was being slung from faction to faction and rubble already clogged the streets and choked the air. Once the aliens arrived in such a place, the humans stopped fighting and immediately neutralized the alien threat; then swiftly began fighting again. Trappist was the rock that the Council was beating itself upon. And yet, this rock had barely even been scratched.
The worst was yet to come, once the Florian guard pushed through this small band of the residential ecumene, they would meet a great industrial ring; a wall of factories churning out war materials at maximum efficiency. Tanks, drones, planes, guns, bombs, and worst of all, flamethrowers.
Week three came, and all hell that was once contained, broke free. Human soldiers filled streets, wielding flamethrowers. Entire legions of the Florian Guard were burnt alive, the smell of burning wood and cut grass filling the air. Burnt biomass littered the streets, only to soon be trampled by humans rushing to and fro their work.
Tanks rolled through the streets, crushing hundreds under their treads, churning their bodies into fine green sludge. Their guns thundered throughout the night, and more and more ground was retaken.
Once the human forces had pushed elements of the Guard to breaking point, they sent planes to bomb the already abandoned parts of the planet. Turning this invasion into a mass grave for all things that photosynthesize. A chemical called "Agent Orange" was sprayed indiscriminately across the charred remains of a bustling city. Lifeless husks of the alien invaders lay strewn throughout the rubble; only to be ground down to dust by thundering human boots.
The remaining 50 billion of the Florian Guard race back to the extraction zones, but human airpower is absolute. The ground forces of humanity march onwards, overrunning the Florian Guard with every step. Of the 5 billion initial troops, none survived. Of the 145 billion reinforcement troops, only 3 survived.
Those 3 were able to survive because they stole a human fighter, flew it to the edge of space, and hailed their fleet. They were rescued by one troop transport that flew through the shield and swallowed up their fighter into its massive loading bay. All 3 soon after died from exposure to Agent Orange, their survival being covered up. The invasion was over, and Trappist-4 kept living.
First/Previous/Next
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2021.11.27 00:31 ILY247 My First Vostok! Strap ideas? Ty

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2021.11.27 00:31 Professor_Earth Beware shills of the insane globe cult posing as "flat earthers" to keep you docile. Youtube has banned 99% of legitimate information and promotes these fake news shills in its place. These shills exist to keep you docile and spread fake news which is meant to be debunked so they look stupid.

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2021.11.27 00:31 SixteenTimesTheTodd Praise Todd Howard

Praise The Legendary Game Developer Todd Howard
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2021.11.27 00:31 sandwichpepe Wind: 1 Trashcan: 0

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2021.11.27 00:31 Exciting-Force5251 Same black screen with cursor after character selection screen

I've gone through the wiki and the other posts mentioning this issue repeatedly with no luck. Everything goes smoothly until past the character selection screen, when I get the black screen with a cursor. I've never had league working on this machine so this isn't a new issue for me, but it happens to match the new issue other people have been seeing after upgrading.
The difference being that I'm on Solus with nvidia 470, have Vulkan installed, tried the d3d10 and d3d11 overrides. No luck.
Any ideas here would be appreciated.
I'm out of ideas here
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2021.11.27 00:31 Beautiful_Fishing569 These are terrifying

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2021.11.27 00:31 Arkhangelzk Jingle All the Way 2 is shockingly bad

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2021.11.27 00:31 ShiftAcrobatic1920 I Need To Clarify Something

So I have been asked this for a while. I made a post saying that I was possibly trans a while back and never really gave an update. So I came to terms with who I am. I am polyromantic demi-pansexual. And I go by the name Max now. I am non-binary and my pronouns are they/them. I like all genders and I'm open to dating multiple people at once as long as consent is allowed. I'm also androgynous. I am single if anyone is interested. That's my short coming out/reveal about myself. You're welcome.
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2021.11.27 00:31 Smucker5 Found this today and felt it was fitting for the times.

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2021.11.27 00:31 Adorable-Tip-3755 Help?

I've been trying to get into twice. I can't seem to catch on. Does anyone have like a good way to get into twice. Thanks
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2021.11.27 00:31 Killer089 Where is the light ?

I’ve been at this for years. Every single time I try to change. And I just end up relapsing by the end of the week. My longest streak of no fapping is 3 weeks. My average time between relapses is 1 week…. But this shit is too tiring… I keep trying and wanting to change my life but obviously not enough. I am never gonna get over this stupid addiction and to think that if I’m gonna get married and have kids one day… yeah no… it won’t ever happen if I don’t get rid of this. That might be a motivation point right ?? Well it hasn’t worked the past year… what will…
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2021.11.27 00:31 DrunkenDwarf94 Warmane fresh toon

Looking to get back into wrath on warmane. Looking for people to roll fresh with or atleast find a good guild. Servefaction doesnt matter to me. Thanks!
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2021.11.27 00:31 Rangerb55 Just swapped from my tv to a monitor and it is an astonishing difference

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2021.11.27 00:31 FIREKING7462 What is/are the most disturbing SCP/SCP’s you have ever read?

For me it’s SCP-4666, SCP-783 and SCP-1897.
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2021.11.27 00:31 nathnath_ Hungry College Student

I have a dollar to my name and won't get paid for another week. I just need to eat something. I feel so weak. Please, help.
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