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bloodngames · 3 months

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#titanfall 2 #apex legends #Season 20 #Breakout #Horizon

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Slice and Dice in Apex Legends New Shadow Society Event

Rule over the underground as your favorite Legend with this new and exciting game mode coming to Apex Legends. Running from March 26th to April 16th, the Shadow Society event brings new games modes, cosmetics, and balance updates! Apex Artifact: Cobalt Katar Apex Artifacts are a brand new Mythical universal melee item that can be equipped to any Legend. You can acquire this by opening event…

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#Apex #Apex Legends #battle royale #Breakout #EA #Gaming #mnk #Nintendo Switch #PC gaming #playstation #Respawn #Video Games #xbox

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44gamez · 2 months

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Apex Legends Season 20 Breakout release time and start date

Apex Legends Season 20, Breakout, celebrates the sport’s fifth anniversary with new mechanics, venues, and a group occasion. As at all times, a brand new season additionally brings a brand new battle move, full with tiers of cosmetics to unlock. Right here’s what time Apex Legends Season 20 releases in your time, and what to anticipate from the brand new season.

What time does Apex Legends Season 20 launch?

Based mostly on earlier launch instances, Apex Legends’ Season 20 launches on Tuesday, Feb. 13, 2024, on the similar time all around the globe. Right here’s when it’ll launch in your time zone: 10 a.m. PST for the west coast of North America 1 p.m. EST for the east coast of North America 6 p.m. GMT for the U.Okay. 7 p.m. CET for Paris 3 a.m. JST on Feb. 9 for Tokyo As with all on-line launches, be prepared for the potential of queue instances and delays to impression the above launch instances.

What’s new in Apex Legends Season 20?

Season 20 marks Apex Legends’ fifth birthday, and celebrates the event with new EVO mechanics, a brand new map, Efficiency Mode, and extra.

Picture: Respawn / Digital Arts A brand new map, Thunderdome, is coming to Mixtape mode. Beyond Thunderdome, there aren’t any new maps. Legend Upgrades will help you improve your Legend inside a match (it resets every match) as you earn EVO — together with EVO from the brand new EVO Harvesters and EVO Caches. These upgrades do issues like enhance your armor tier. Talking of armor, physique shields aren’t a factor in Battle Royale any extra. As a substitute, everybody has Legend Armor fueled by swappable Defend Cores every with their very own HP. Ranked play is being revamped into Ranked Reloaded: Scoring will emphasize eliminations over placement, the cap on eliminations that rely towards your rating is lifted (however you get half factors for eliminations after the sixth), and also you’ll get bonus RP for putting fifth or higher a number of video games in a row. Ranked matchmaking will probably be based mostly extra on RP.

Picture: Respawn / Digital Arts You’ll be capable of earn items and rewards for taking part in as unlocked Legends and finishing challenges. Efficiency Mode will let current-gen consoles goal 120fps. Golf equipment are being retired and changed by three to 4 character tags. Source link Read the full article

#Apex #Breakout #Date #Legends #Release #Season #Start #time

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signode-blog · 5 months

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Unraveling the Mystery of Falling Wedge Patterns in Technical Analysis

In the world of technical analysis, traders and investors are constantly on the lookout for patterns that can provide insights into potential price movements. One such pattern that has captured the attention of market participants is the falling wedge. This pattern is revered for its predictive capabilities and its ability to signal potential trend reversals. In this blog post, we will delve…

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deviantshrimp · 3 months

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Apex Legends: Breakout Launch Trailer

#apex legends #apex trailer #apex octane #apex ash #apex mirage #apex wraith

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modern-inheritance · 1 month

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Modern Inheritance: Escape, Part 2.1: Breakout

(A/N: I have talked. SO MUCH. about this damn fic. I have so much anxiety around it now. For not much of a reason!

If you're new here, this is a continuation of Escape, Part 1: Encounter. It's the Modern Inheritance version of the escape from Gil'ead. Buckle up, buttercups.

To everyone who has hung in there over the last few weeks while I hemmed and hawed and freaked out over this thing, Thank You. I really appreciate the support and it means the world. ONWARD!)

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It took hours. Eragon spent part of the time dozing, head lolled against the cinderblock of the wall and hands clasped around his knees. His half conscious thoughts were a hazy mix of memory and fantasy, the golden wheat of the burned farm and Saphira’s glittering scales interwoven with the elf woman’s dark eyes and the wind-whipped freedom of flight.

He couldn’t quite place why, but every time the woman drifted through his mind he felt a surge of warmth in his chest. It wasn’t the same as the warmth Saphira brought him, or the odd feeling of pride memories of Brom’s praise held. It burned. Something in him knew her, beyond the dreams, beyond the little contact they had in the cell.

The moon was well into the sky, just past its apex, when Eragon’s eyes flashed open in the darkness. ‘There!’ The cotton was gone. His dreams had drained their haze, his mind finally clear of the drugs.

It took a moment to find his feet. The rush of dizziness wasn’t unexpected, his pounding head and lack of food no doubt the source of his unsteadiness. The ground soon leveled out under his canvas slip ons and he staggered to the door, stomping out the pins and needles in his cramped legs.

His mind was clear enough to remember Brom’s warnings about using magic around other magic sensitive people. He had to use it sparingly, do his best to move quickly after casting, or the Shade could hone in on his location once he noticed the releases of energy into the environment.

Faint, almost imperceptible, a thread brushed the outermost edges of his barriers. He pushed the feeling aside.

As surreptitiously as he could Eragon peered out of the barred window in the door. The hallway was the same painted grey as his cell, just a few shades lighter than the prisoner uniforms, and lit with brightly mirrored white-light lamps that hung partway down from the ceiling. He listened just as intently as he looked, straining to hear footsteps or see any shadow that could indicate a passing guard.

When nothing was forthcoming the young Rider took a breath and placed his hand on the metal plate fastened over the lock. ‘Start small.’

Icy energy raced down his limbs as the magic was breached, and with a muttered “Thrysta,” the lock mechanism slid to the disarmed position. The door slid inwards when he removed his hand, and just like that, he was free.

Stepping into the hall Eragon couldn’t help but wince. After the darkness of the cell the light was harsh, enough that he had to shield his eyes for a brief moment and blink to clear the spots. In the time it took for his eyes to adjust, doubts began to creep into his mind.

‘What am I doing out here?’ He rubbed his knuckles into his forehead. The headache threatened to drown out comprehensible thought. ‘I need to get the elf out, but I don’t know where she is, and I don’t have a weapon. Zar’roc, I need Zar’roc.’

The featherlight tickle at the far reaches of his mental barriers slid across his consciousness again. He pulled away from it before he realized it wasn’t an intrusion, and with a jolt and a mental smack upside the head Eragon threw his mind out after it.

‘Saphira!’

Blue fire burst to life in his mind’s eye and streaked to him like a bolt of lightning.

‘Eragon!’ Saphira’s roar of his name felt high above him, but he didn’t care. Her warmth enveloped him, slid into his mind and clicked that final piece into place. The world was nearly right again, they were as together as they could be until he could wrap his arms around her neck and feel the wind in his hair as she took flight.

Eragon grasped hold of her threads of thought and held on tight. ‘Saphira, where are you? I’m in Gil’ead, I’m–’

She cut him off. A dull pulse of alarm trickled to him through the radiant relief and joy at being reunited in at least this way. ‘We know. I’m above the city.’ Faint as a ghost of air across his cheek, he felt the sensation of wind currents fluttering the trailing edges of her wings as she tilted in flight. ‘Don’t do anything! There is a plan. Murtagh will be there soon, just stay in your cell!’

‘A plan? Saphira, what is–’

The clatter of hobnailed boots interrupted his thought. Eragon swore under his breath and whirled to face a quartet of guards just as they rounded the corner at the opposite end of the hall.

The group stopped dead, the front man’s eyes nearly bulging out of his skull. Behind him a lanky man with a stubbled beard let out a wordless shout and pointed at the open cell door, the sound dying in his throat with a choke of alarm when he saw Eragon already dropping to a ready crouch, fists up.

‘This is not ideal.’ Four men. Eragon knew he was a decent fighter, but unarmed hand-to-hand was not his forte. His limbs still felt weak from his fast, not responding quite as quickly as he wanted. ‘I’ll have to risk magic.’ He bit the inside of his lip. ‘Need to time it right or I’ll be out before I get through them all.’

A dry thought passed through his mind as he raced to find a way to escape the confrontation unscathed. ‘Should have grabbed the pitcher. Could have used it to bash some heads.’

But he couldn’t go back to the cell now. He would be cornered even worse than he was, limited by the cramped space and the single exit. Not that the hall was much better. And he couldn’t just run, not with the elf somewhere in the ward.

The guards didn’t give him much time to mull over his options. The beefy redhead at the front drew a baton from his belt and pointed forward, face pale but still determined to recapture the wayward Rider. “At him!”

Eragon lifted his hand and, in a desperate last ditch effort to skirt fighting altogether, reached for the magic just enough for his marked palm to glow. The guards' crashing boots faltered only for a brief stutter before they continued forward, the fear in their eyes glimmering in the lamplight tempered by resolve. A whelp Rider’s wrath was one thing, but an angry Shade was exponentially more terrifying.

A fight it was, then.

Eragon dove headfirst into the rush of magic and focused on the lead man. “Thrysta!”

The burly fellow clutched his chest and dropped without another breath, his riot armor clattering as he collapsed to the floor. Just as he did, a soft crack bounced off the cinderblock walls, echoing in the space. A spray of fine blood erupted from the neck of the charging guard to the first’s left, followed by two similar puffs from the forehead of the man behind him.

“Don’t kill him!” Eragon lunged forward, into the path of the last soldier. He could see through the mist of blood a hunched figure at the end of the hall. The smell of spent gunpowder and long rifle in the mystery man’s hands left little doubt on who had taken down the two unfortunate guards.

The man lowered his rifle and nodded silently.

Eragon turned to the shaking guard before him. The attack had lasted mere seconds, and in that short span each of his companions had met their end. And now he stood alone, closed in on both sides, a one man firing squad behind him and a…a thing, a thing of magic and murder in front of him.

If Abten Hernsson hadn’t been to the latrine before starting patrol, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have needed to after witnessing that bloodbath.

Eragon strode forward, brows low. He wasn’t going to spend the rest of this escape running blind. “You know who I am, yes?” The soldier nodded, movements jerky as he took a step back. His heel bumped the body of his former bunkmate, stopping him. “You have seen what I can do. Make no mistake, you are alive only because you serve a purpose. You’re going to answer some questions for me, and you are going to answer them now.” The Rider stopped three paces away, hands clasped behind his back. “Where did you lot put my sword, as well as any of the elf’s gear? And where is the elf being held?”

Out of the corner of his eye Abten saw Lanks heave his last gurgling breath, gloved hand pitifully trying to plug the bullet hole through his neck. Heat rushed his chest, his shaking hands clenching to fists. Abten pressed his lips to a tight, pale line and raised his trembling chin.

Eragon’s expression turned grim, his eyes hard in the harsh light. “That was the wrong answer, my friend.”

The youth reached down and scooped a pinch of sand from the edge where the wall met the smooth concrete floor. Locking his gaze back on the sweating guard, he let it trickle into his right palm, a majority of the granules bouncing off. “Do you know what damage a grain of sand can do? Most don’t. Sand is harder than most things, you see. It can crack your teeth. Gouge your eyes. Destroy your lungs.” Eragon stopped in front of the man and murmured a few words in the Ancient Language under his breath. The scattering of sand grains over his gedwëy ignasia glowed bright cherry red, a heat shimmer rising in the air above them. “Ever wondered what a few grains of sand heated red hot could do to your insides?”

He leaned forward and seized a strap of the shaking guard’s riot armor, pulled him down to see the tiny nodules glow up close. Eragon’s lips curled in a dangerous smile. “Want to find out?”

Abten realized he probably should have gone to the latrine a second time.

“Alright!” The man’s voice cracked. He tried to pull away but Eragon held firm. “Alright, just don’t put that in me! We– We keep all the prisoner belongings in the storage lockup. Your sword should be there, the elf’s things too!” He let out a pitiful yelp when the Rider tugged on his armor again. “The elf! She’s in the last cell on the left,” He flung an arm out, pointing in the direction of the shabbily dressed man down the hall. “That one, down there! Please, I don’t want that in me, please–”

Eragon nodded and cut him off. “You did well, friend.” He released the shoulder strap and shoved the sputtering man away before diving into the magic again. “Slytha.”

The guard collapsed in a heap.

“Is he dead?”

Eragon squinted at the ragged man at the end of the corridor. Despite the hunched back, tattered clothing and wildly unkempt beard, the vagabond was standing in a perfect shooting form.

Coupled with the Urû’baen brogue, poorly disguised bastard-sword-turned-walking-cane and the highly customized rifle half hidden by masses of shredded cloth, it was fairly clear who the man was.

“Murtagh? How’d you get in here?”

True to form, the young man swore and pulled the false beard down. “Damn it, if I wanted my name sung from the rafters, I wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble, would I?” He let the shaggy accessory snap back into place with a scowl.

Mind still sluggish, Eragon gave a half apologetic shrug. “Sorry.”

“Sorry’s right. Now let’s go!” Murtagh was already stepping over the mix of bloodied bodies and unconscious men, ripping rags off his rifle as he did. “You’ve already mucked up part of the plan, and we’re on a schedule.”

Eragon was already moving, but towards his would-be rescuer. “We can’t. We gotta get her out.” He jolted to a stop when Murtagh seized his upper arm. “Didn’t you hear what I said to him? Murtagh, there’s an elf here! She’s the one I told you about, the one I keep seeing!”

That threw him for a loop. Murtagh stared, frown etched into his forehead. He could feel the young Rider’s muscles trembling, already halfway to exhaustion just from getting out of his cell on his own and casting a few minor spells. It could just be some wild hallucination, his dreams taking shape through wishful thinking and confusion.

But if he was right….

“Are you sure?” Murtagh asked.

“Yes.” Eragon’s voice was firm despite the rough rasp his prolonged fast brought on. “Last cell on the left. I have to save her.”

Murtagh held on for a moment longer. This would complicate things. They were already complicated enough, but he couldn’t just leave an elf in Galbatorix’s hands. He doubted Eragon nor Saphira would let him anyway, and Brom would epically lose his shit if he heard of it, no matter the extra danger it brought on.

“Fine.” He released Eragon’s arm and shoved the cell keys into his hand. “Be quick.”

Eragon nodded and dashed down the grey hall, ill-fit canvas shoes slapping the concrete with each step. He skidded to a stop at the door the guard had indicated and jammed keys into the lock until one finally turned. Without a moment’s hesitation he ripped the door open, already calling out. “Time to g–”

Something yanked him inside by the V neck of his tunic.

The youth let out a startled yelp as he lurched forward and just barely caught himself on his hands before he struck the floor. Eragon rolled to his back and sprang up just as quickly as he had fallen, fists coming up on instinct. He was tired, he was hungry, he was thirsty, but damn it, if he had to fight again–

The elf woman stared at him, jaw set, from where she leaned heavily against the wall by the door. Her eyebrows were up, a fairly mild look of surprise considering the situation.

Eragon dropped his fists. “Do you remember me?”

The elf nodded, eyes wary. Her gaze flicked to his now lowered right hand. He held it out, palm up, and tilted it so that the light spilling in from the corridor caught on his dragon mark. “My name is Eragon. We’re getting out of here, alright? Can you walk?”

The elf grit her teeth and nodded again. She pushed off the wall and took a few shaky steps before her knees buckled.

Eragon darted forward and caught her forearm and shoulder, kept her upright enough to sidle up beside her and pull her arm over the back of his neck. “S’all right, just lean on me. I’ve got you.” His words were becoming less slurred, the act of speaking aloud wetting his tongue just enough in his dehydrated state.

The woman didn’t transfer her weight, seeming to size him up. It was then that Eragon realized she was much taller than him, practically towering over his five-nine. Despite that, he nodded to her in reassurance and gave her a small, wobbly smile. “If I can’t, my friend outside can. Just a few steps.”

She gave it a half second of thought before nodding back. Eragon felt her put some of her weight on his shoulders, enough that he could support her while still being manageable on his smaller frame. With her free hand, she slid two fingers across her lower lip, thumb out, and gestured forward.

“I…don’t know what that was, but…you’re welcome.” She grinned, lips tight and half teeth, eyes flashing. That spark again, the distinct impression that she was confirming he had interpreted the gesture correctly. “Let’s get out of here.”

He could feel her struggling to breathe evenly with the first few steps it took to get out of the cell. By the time they reached Murtagh she seemed to be smoothing out and steadying herself, breathing deep with only occasional hitches. She had straightened from the tight tuck of her shoulders, head up and sweeping her gaze over the hall for any sign of danger or deceit.

“We need to get my sword.” Eragon grunted. With how hungry he was and the dehydration making him dizzy, maybe offering to support the elf was a bit more than he could handle. The elf seemed to notice this and stepped away, giving a light touch to his arm in thanks. “And your stuff, I’m guessing. Murtagh, this is uh….” Murtagh turned as he trailed off, realizing she never told him her name. The rogue’s eyes flared wide for a moment. Eragon had to agree; ragged or not, she was stunning in an otherworldly kind of way.

The woman was unperturbed by his inability to give a name. She pointed at one of her ears and made a dismissive flick with her hand. “...This is the elf. Um…Elf, this is Murtagh.”

She waved. Gave him a thumbs up and a crooked grin, repeating the gesture from inside the cell. Murtagh tugged the fake beard down for a moment and waved back awkwardly before replacing it again. “Eh…cheers.” He turned back to Eragon. “We’ll find it. Like I said, there’s a plan.”

They stepped over the bodies, the elf pausing only to snag one of their equipment belts and a spare combat knife. She passed the extra blade off to Eragon wordlessly and checked the pistol, racked a round into the chamber and holstered it again. Took out what had to be a taser. Got a wild grin that Eragon found to be an odd mix of unsettling and somehow assuring.

Murtagh threw his arm out as they reached the top of the stairs and peered around the corner. “Alright, here’s the plan. We’re going to the state dining hall. Then we’ll figure out where the weapons are. You two are going to stay there while I get them.”

The elf reached over Eragon’s shoulder and tapped Murtagh on the arm. “What?”

In rapid succession the elf pointed a thumb at herself, double touched two fingertips to the side of her head, made a vague inward slant with two upturned palms and finally ended it all by pressing two extended fingers into the palm of her free hand, which stuck the same two fingers out and extended a thumb.

Murtagh blankly looked to Eragon, who could only offer an apologetic shrug in response. He was a Dragon Rider, yes, and thus had an innate connection to elves, but he didn’t know what any of it meant either. “We don’t understand.”

The woman pinched the bridge of her nose before she aggressively pointed to the knife in the young Rider’s fist and tapped the side of her head. When Murtagh still frowned, she let out a soft growl and swiftly spun Eragon around, grabbed his shoulders, and looked into his eyes.

It took a second. He felt the spark reignite, the flood of understanding. It was weaker this time, muddied. He didn’t get all of it, got some. Knowledge. She knows something. Needed.

The thrum was lost when her gaze flickered to where his brows dipped in a confused frown, then surged forward again when she locked back on to him. A new rush, softer, immaterial, so similar yet so different from the somehow more substantial bands of thought he used to communicate with Saphira, the threads he used with Brom. This was broad, he could trail his fingers through it like ethereal smoke and never be able to truly hold.

I know where the weapons are. I need to go with him.

Eragon nodded. Questions were buzzing through his mind, but he shoved them aside. “Got it.” He twisted back to Murtagh. “She knows where they’re keeping our stuff. She wants to go with you.”

Murtagh gnashed his teeth. They didn’t have time for this. But if she could take him to the supplies lockup then maybe it would cut some of the extra off. “Fine. But you are staying there. And hiding.”

“No argument there. It’s your plan.” Eragon’s grin was lopsided. “Thank you.”

Murtagh ignored the flush that rose in his cheeks under the itchy beard and huffed. Why did the kid always have to be so damn sincere? “Whatever. Stay quiet.”

The state dining hall wasn’t far once they exited the stairwell. The lights were extinguished in this area, corridor’s carpeting dusty from disuse and the only clear area a well worn track from previous patrols. Murtagh pulled open one half of the double oak doors to the dining hall with some difficulty and ushered his two charges inside before easing it shut behind him.

Sheeting covered most of the tables, preserving pristine red velvet tablecloths that brushed the floor and polished mahogany benches that lined the massive tables. Only one table remained uncovered, off in the far right corner and set with a handful of places. It appeared to be some noble’s late night meal, left to be cleared by the waitstaff in the morning. Above, embedded in the vaulted ceiling, a handful of round, porthole skylights streamed silvered moonlight into the space.

“You. Hide.” Murtagh grabbed Eragon’s shoulder and pointed to the array of tables. “Under there somewhere. Not under any on the edges, they’re more likely to look there.”

The youth nodded. “Got it. Don’t be too long, alright?”

“I know what I’m doing.” Murtagh snapped. They were taking too long as it was. “Just stay out of sight. And tell our ride to wait just a little while longer.” He turned to the elf and flicked his head towards the doors. “Let’s go.”

For a moment, she seemed reluctant to leave Eragon alone. Her gaze flashed between them, just a second’s hesitation. Despite being the one to insist on joining Murtagh when he retrieved their gear, she appeared torn in the moment.

“Come on!” At Murtagh’s sharp hiss she scowled and made a gesture that the two boys were a bit more familiar with than the ones she had made previously. “Some gratitude!”

The woman took Eragon by the shoulders again and touched two fingers below her eyes. When she was sure he was watching her she flattened her hand and pressed it down twice, touched a finger to her lips, and made an odd near X with her fists, bumping them twice.

Another flicker of understanding came to him when she locked her eyes with his at the end. Stay low, stay quiet, stay safe.

Eragon gave her what he hoped was a confident smile. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” She pressed the taser into his hand. “Thank you. You two be careful too.” The elf nodded, a quirk at the corner of her lips, and gently pushed him towards the tables before joining Murtagh.

Her back now to Eragon, the elf made a face at Murtagh and led the way to the doors. The young man merely shook his head with a quiet mutter. “What in the hells have we picked up? Batshit insane.”

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Alright, I've only played a small handful of matches, but so far I'm enjoying the new Apex gameplay! You level up your EVO pretty quickly, especially if you get some combat shortly after dropping in. It's gonna take some time for me to get used to selecting the upgrades, but I appreciate it that you can make a few simple choices to customize your legend more to your play style.

Only current gripe I have is how painfully stripped down the replicators are. It's nice to just pick an instant boon, but with no options for unique weapons or upgrades to things like your backpack or weapon optics, etc, it almost feels like they should do away with the replicators as a whole. I found plenty of shield batteries and med kits scattered around the map in every match I played well before finding a replicator. I may come to appreciate it later, but if you can only use it once anyways... why even bother keeping it around?

Still, I'm gonna be playing a lot more matches this week to get the full Breakout experience. I'm excited for this new direction in the game!

#apex legends #rambles #video games

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dru-plays-starbound · 2 years

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The Agaran Delegation Enclave

While I've been running the construction crews responsible for building up the new protectorate, I've had my crew out looking for delegate candidates.

I'm very proud of the way my team have handled this assignment. They contacted me two months ago to say they they'd found a promising tribe of agarans for the delegation team. I heard nothing more until a few days ago when they informed me that two of the team, a floran and an apex, had managed to code a universal translator to understand the basics of the agaran language. Via this the crew were able to explain their mission to the tribe and secure four agaran as the delegation. These two crew members have spent the past months training the delegation team, and feel they're now ready to start work.

A little more warning would have been nice, but here we have the aragran enclave, ready for the delegation to move into.

The top two levels are accommodation: bedrooms, kitchen ("what do aragans eat?" was one of my top, panicked, questions. Meat, like florans, it turns out) and dining room. The middle level is mixed use, a library and study ("do they read? what tech can they use?" My crew has apparently taught them Basic, and says "big buttons or a touchscreen would be best"). The lower two levels are for official use - meeting room, casual breakout room, reception and teleporter.

I hope they find their accommodations acceptable... The crew will be bringing them down by mech, as there's some distrust still of teleporters. I have dusted my feet with ember coral, so I'm sure our initial meeting will go well.

Mods used: Pixel/Fixel Goods Store, Casa Obscura Furniture, nuggubs' Mega Mod, Foodie's Furniture, Racial Kitchen Counters, Racial Shop Counters, WW Furnishing, Figurine Crafting Mod

#starbound #starbound build #Dru builds #New Protectorate #I never thought I'd have to put such thought into worldbuilding when creating a build like this #Finding idioms and sayings for hylotl is fun though #dusting one's feet is like knocking on wood if it was confusing #NP-03

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wizd0mz · 2 months

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Apex Legends Season 20 Looks to “Breakout” and Reinvent the Genre

🚀 Hey everyone! I just dropped a new post that I'm really excited about. 📝✨ Check it out and let me know what you think! Your support means the world to me.

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#Apex #Apex Legends #Breakout #console gaming #Controller #EA #mnk #PC gaming #Respawn #Season 20 #Video Games

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emptyadderallbottle · 1 month

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EA laying off Apex Legends Devs and planning on replacing them with AI

(The first link is to PC Mag, it has pop-ups, so I recommend using an ad blocker.)

According to articles I've seen recently, EA has been laying off employees and plans on replacing some Apex Legends devs with AI in order to increase ingame micro transactions.

Because of this, according to the second link, some players have begun boycotting the game and EA, along with no longer playing the game altogether.

I honestly haven't played the game since the beginning of Breakout, so I could get cosmetics from the anniversary event 💀

But, if what these articles say is true, then I plan on not spending any more money on EA altogether tbh.

If you play the Sims 4, I have a link to a DLC unlocker. I'll link it below. It's by someone in the Sims 4 tumblr community, so there's no need to go any sketchy websites.

I use this and highly recommend using it if you play the game as well. All the Sims 4 DLC combined (kits, packs, etc.) would cost well over a thousand dollars, and no one has that kind of money to be spending on games in this economy 💀

If I find out any more info, I'll try my best to keep this post updated.

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ultrahpfan5blog · 2 years

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Retrospective Review: Jurassic Park (1993)

So I started my Jurassic series rewatch in the build up to Jurassic World Dominion. I have seen all these movies several times before but I am a little kid when it comes to anything Dinosaurs. I have been watching Prehistoric Planet simultaneously. However, I think its fair to say, that Jurassic Park is the absolute apex of this series, without any question. I don't think any of the other movies come close in quality. Jurassic Park is one of those seminal movies that really got me into the wonder of movies as I was awestruck as to what movie magic can do. It is arguably my favorite film of all time, competing with maybe only a few others. Rewatching it was a treat, even though I know every scene and every line. I remember reading the book by Crichton but I don't really remember it.

The movie is such a joy to watch from the beginning. The film gives us a bit of intrigue with the Raptor attack. We never seen anything other than a glimpse of the eye during the attack, but there is already a feel of the terror and the danger of the Raptor. The film then delves into the introductions of various characters, first with Alan, Ellie, and Hammond, then Dodgson and Nedry, and then with Ian Malcolm. If there is one complaint I have heard about Jurassic Park, it is that the characters are not very deep, but I would argue that the film doesn't need backstory filled characters. We get very likable characters in our leads and very unlikable villain in Nedry. Alan and Ellie's relationship dynamic is setup in just a handful of scene and we get a sense of Alan's discomfort with kids and Ellie's delight of teasing him, we get an idea of what Hammond is like, very driven to get what he wants but still a kindly presence, and then we get Ian, who is charming and flirtatious. The kids, Lex and Tim, are also likable and definitely the best of the kid characters we have gotten in the franchise. Tim was basically a version of me so I identified with that character a lot as a kid.

The film really takes off once we get to JP. That scene, where Alan sees the Brachiosaurus is just a thing of beauty. You have to give credit to Sam Neil here. He is looking at nothing but he is able to capture the shock and awe that we as the audience feel as we look at the Brachiosaurus. From that point on, the film is a roller coaster of emotion, action, and suspense. The film allows us to make us feel like Dinos are animals, not just monsters, when we get a scene of the sick Triceratops, or later when we see a Brachiosaurus with a cold. But we also get truly terrifying set pieces. The T-Rex breakout is one of the landmark scenes in cinema imo. Its just a marvelous blend of animatronics and CGI. Its a sequence that holds up to this day. Stan Winston was a genius and his animatronics lend so much authenticity but equally fantastic are the folks at ILM who did landmark CGI which changed the industry forever. The Raptor kitchen scene is also a thing of beauty. It is terrifying and suspenseful and really well staged. The entire climax sequence of Ellie, Alan, Lex, and Tim trying to evade the Raptors and the T-Rex coming in at the last second to save them, is fantastic. In the middle of that, there are smaller iconic moments like the Jeep chase with the T-Rex, the very satisfying scene where Nedry gets killed by the Dilophosaurus, and then the Raptors hunting Muldoon. There are many scenes in between all these iconic scenes that are also wonderful. There is a terrific scene between Ellie and Hammond when he gets humbled for the hubris he showed. We really see how Hammond's ambitions come crashing down and how it hurts him because it came from a good place.

The performances are excellent across the board. Sam Neil is excellent as Alan Grant. He brings across the childlike awe in moments which contradicts with his general world weariness. His genuine character development going from a guy who doesn't like kids to the guy who becomes a paternal protective figure for Lex and Tim. Jeff Goldblum is so iconic as Ian Malcolm. He just oozes charm and charisma in the role. Laura Dern is a badass as Ellie Sattler. At no point is she a damsel in distress but she's also not a superheroine. Richard Attenborough is wonderful as Hammond. Joseph Mazzello and Ariana Richards are fun as Tim and Lex. There is a solid supporting cast with Bob Peck as a pretty badass Muldoon, Wayne Knight as Nedry, BD Wong as Henry Wu, Martin Ferrero as Gennaro, and Samuel L. Jackson in one of the earliest roles I remember him in Ray Arnold.

All in all, to me this a flawless film and the fact that the blend of CGI/Animatronics is so good that it holds up to this day. The only things that really date it are some of the technological references and the hair/clothes. But its a still that could open now and would still be brilliant. Steven Spielberg really made a masterpiece. It blows my mind that he made this and Schindler's List, two movies that couldn't be any different from one another, in the same year. Also, have to absolutely mention the incredibly contribution of John Williams, making one of the most iconic scores of all time. The music adds so much to the awe and the grandiose nature of the films. All in all, this is one of those rare 10/10 movies for me. I'm looking forward to seeing Alan, Ellie, and Ian back in Dominion.

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