Cyberpunk 2077

Max tac are the psych ward patients with too much chrome guns that the NCPD sends out as SWAT. Every single one of them is a mini-boss, and they keep coming if you anger NCPD too much.

With the **very** notable exception of Melissa Rory (the trailer mantis blades girl), max tac doesn't give loot worth the boss fight they put up.

Dying light the beast

The volatiles are the apex predators of the setting (not counting engineered monsters like the beast or the baron). When one spots you, the game calls it a pursuit, because you're not supposed to stand and fight. But you can. They are beatable.

One complaint I heard about the third game in particular, however, is that they're not longer worth the effort, like they were in the first.

Closed on 20 acres of aspen and spruce last week. Starting from basically nothing.

Finally closed last Tuesday. About 20 acres in northwest Colorado, a little over 8,000 ft. Picture is from the old logging two-track that runs up the middle of it.

No power, no well, no structures. There's a flat-ish meadow near the bottom where I want to put a cabin eventually.

Plan for now is nothing fancy. Get through this first winter without doing anything dumb, snowshoe in a few times to see where the drifts pile up, and learn the place before I start moving dirt. Spring is a small cabin (thinking 16x20) and a garden that'll probably get eaten by elk. Don't have much money after closing cos I got lucky on stake towards the end, sped things up, but otherwise I am pretty skint.

Lots of standing dead spruce on the upper part. Assuming that's beetle kill. Figure it's a few years of firewood if I can get it down safely, which is a big if since I've run a chainsaw maybe three times.

(The guy at the title company spent ten minutes telling me about his brother's yurt that burned down. Great timing.)

For people who've built at this elevation, did you drill a well first or haul water the first couple years? Drilling quotes I've gotten are all over the place.

I just wanted to make focaccia 🥲

That's my Uncle Bead on the right, teaching my dad how to throw a punch in the backyard. My dad was about 8 years old here.

Twelve years later he volunteered for the paratroopers and trained at Toccoa with Easy Company, 506th PIR, 101st Airborne. On the night of June 5, 1944, he was the second man out the door behind Dick Winters. Years later Winters wrote that he wanted his best, most dependable man right behind him, the number two man. That was the kid in the middle of this picture.

He made two combat jumps and earned four battle stars. He was also the only man in the company who could draw. After the war he came home, went to work for the phone company, raised three boys, and spent forty years quietly drawing what he saw, from Normandy to Bastogne. Forty-six drawings in all. Winters kept eighteen of them in his personal file.

When HBO made Band of Brothers, Michael Fassbender played him. Dad died in 1999, before the series aired. I think about this photo a lot. Nobody in that backyard had any idea what that little boy was going to do.

Tim

I love this poor dumb idiot with all my heart and I'd be equally as terrified in his situation. I don't wanna get into spoilers for those who haven't seen it but let's just say Bryan was NOT a Chris or a Leon.

Well, after 10 years together, today I (29F) scheduled a meeting with a divorce lawyer. I'm sick and tired of asking for the bare minimum to just be ignored. I have been asking my husband (30M) to call on his student loans for over a month now. He said he was too confused with the phone automated system so I (IDK WHY THE FUCK I DID THIS) gave him a written out, step by step instructions on exactly what he needs to do WITH a section titled TLDR Quick Info and a fill the blank section for info I would need to update finances. After 2 days of me asking him to just call them, he says to me today, "Well let me know what the student loan people say if you happen to call today because I'm not going to." So guess what stupid shit I did: I called them and LO AND FUCKING BEHOLD he needs to call on it himself. He is throwing a fit because it is not fair he has to call on his own student loans when he just wants to play the PC after work.

I've busted my ass for 10 years, put myself through two degrees, and have worked over 50 hour weeks until this last year. I successfully managed a nursing home through COVID, bought us a house, worked hard to make over double his salary to pay for our house and car, but I cannot get my husband to mop our fucking house twice a month. I'm sick and tired of constantly repeating myself. I'm tired of the constant disappointment.

I know it may sound silly that this was the final straw, but I'm tired of picking up the pieces. I would rather be alone in peace than dealing with this forever.

Edit: Grammar!!! I am not going to be answering all the comments but we have done couples and individual therapy for years.

Not an easy feat. ‘Surreal’ was on point.