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2022.01.29 02:19 RoeanMartinFan Bullying me.

I like how I'm not allowed to have my own say on the matter of what Rhett & Link do or say. Yet you all can bully me & call me names.
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2022.01.29 02:19 GrillinGorilla I just got my old shotgun back after 5 years of being apart!

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2022.01.29 02:19 Warvanov My take on the chrome wizard. (Apologies for the silly title)

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2022.01.29 02:19 deelfx Intel GPU Fix? PLA

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2022.01.29 02:19 YungSeti There's something evil in the forests of Illinois. They look like trees. Part 2/2.

Part 1
I was a decent shot. Nothing spectacular, but I could get a nice grouping on a target the few times I was able to get down to a range and practice, but I’d never once considered actually shooting a moving target.
Six thunderous bangs exploded out from the mouth of the gun as I cocked the hammer and pulled the trigger as quickly as I could, interspersed by two wet pops. Without the usual luxury of earmuffs worn at a range, my ears filled with a tinnitus-like ring.
A dagger-like pain exploded in my wrist.
Several of the shots hit nothing but air, as expected, disappearing through the canopy above into the sky.
Yet by some stroke of uncharacteristic luck, the third and sixth shots made contact.
There was the sound of cracking wood, followed by wet pops as the metal projectiles ripped through the beast - splintering its makeshift wooden exoskeleton.
Its tentacle limbs went limp momentarily, surprise somehow apparent even in its utterly unfamiliar features, the distraction enough to make it lose its balance amongst the treetops it had been darting between. It was sent plummeting nearly thirty or forty feet from the canopy, hitting the ground with a blood-curdling shriek.
Projectiles of twigs, rocks, and other forest detritus flew out in all directions, the sound of its massive form meeting the Earth louder than the shots had been.
The cursory thought that perhaps the shot from my little revolver might have dealt the horror a lethal blow was foolish, but its reaction at least confirmed to me that I could hurt the horrid thing which was a source of light amongst the seeming darkness of my predicament.
It started twitching and thrashing in a way that was reminiscent of an insect writhing under the effects of some poison, as though the landing had done some neurological damage, the movement made even more awful by its form.
Eventually, it ceased the stomach-turning twisting and knotting of its strange form, worm-like in a way that made my skin crawl - settling into a heavy, breathing mass of wood and…whatever the sleek black thing that lie beneath its bark was as it regained its composure.
Projectiles of twigs, rocks, and other forest detritus flew out in every direction, the sound of its massive form meeting the Earth far louder than the shots had been.
It screeched out with a sound reminiscent of a car crash, the groan of metal against metal forced by traumatic force into impossible shapes. It was inconceivable from the vocal cords of any being I could think of yet, somehow, it sounded tinged with an obvious pain. I was sure it must have echoed for miles. I felt my eardrums shake, my vision doing the very same.
I’d injured it, I was sure of that. The realization that I was even capable of such a thing gave me a brief ray of hope, scorched almost as soon as it occurred to me that I’d expended what little ammunition I kept on me.
The gun was always meant to be a last-ditch effort for scaring off an animal, and never something I’d ever intended to use outside of a range, so the idea of carrying a load of ammunition besides what I kept chambered seemed unnecessary.
Now? I wanted to hit myself for my laziness, though I knew such a thing as this could never have been anticipated.
Still, my two shots would clearly not be enough to stop the coiling mass of wood, as evident by the thrash of movement as it tried to bring itself to its feet, struggling visibly with the injury. It let out another otherworldly cry tinged with a universally understood emotion - rage.
The gun was now empty, and I was again defenseless. Though the pressure of terror unparalleled still weighed on me, I had hurt it, and the fact had offered me a sort of fuel to push me forward.
The fire watchtower.
It was as though a switch had been flipped, my mind recalling the tower which I’d gone through great effort to avoid, and the ranger it housed. I was certain the commotion of the beast’s pursuit must have been audible from that distance, and I prayed that if I could get close enough, I could call for help. I knew the signal would be spotty even then, and doubted I’d have time to place a phone call but surely the ranger in the watchtower would hear the chaos.
What a singular park ranger might be able to do against this titan, I wasn’t sure, but in the heat of the moment, it felt like a light at the end of the tunnel.
The beast was still shaken, but regaining its strength more by the second. I could see the area my shot had hit, and though I wasn’t sure what to expect I was still surprised at the result.
The wood covering its body for almost a foot around the point of impact had been shattered, like a broken exoskeleton, exposing something black and slimy underneath, spilling out of the opening. A wound on the surface of the thing within the hollow shell of bark bubbled with a dark red liquid. Several of the eyes lining its bark all turned on me, a hazy fury present even in their alien gaze.
No more time to think.
I ran, not bothering to remove my boots this time as I trudged across the icy creek, clawing myself onto the opposing bank, and running towards the tower. Water sloshed in my shoes and added extra weight to my clothes, which were soaked through from my navel down.
The crashing of movement from behind started again, as though a train were somehow moving through the center of the forest.
It was up again, though I’d hurt it more than I thought, it seemed.
Its movement appeared limited, and that’s a stretch of the word, to the ground now, whatever damage I’d dealt enough to make the pulling its weight through the air infeasible. It now slithered on the ground as I’d first seen in the clearing, pushing itself through the Earth as though the dirt were liquid.
It was slower now, but not by much, charging along the forest floor like some massive snake, only slowing down to stretch itself across the creek.
I ran like I never had before. Every muscle burned and ached. My lungs stung with each breath, and the thud of my heartbeat felt life-threatening.
The threat that I was going to vomit lingered, my body undergoing a level of physical exertion I wasn’t prepared for. I couldn’t though, even a momentary break of pace would likely mean a violent end. I wasn’t going to stop, driven forward by my most primal of survival instincts. The clearing had to be only a few minutes away if my memory served.
An idea sparked the synapses of my brain.
Without another thought, I pulled the revolver again, letting off the final three shots in a flurry at the general direction of the creature.
I could hear its movement shift, and with a momentary look back saw it break its straight path towards me, veering off into the trees in a blur as the bullets sank into the bark of trees or exploded into the dirt where it had been.
Good enough.
It was after me but appeared to be circling through the trees, rather than barrelling down the path like a train, making its approach less of a straight shot.
I’d bought some time. Trying to keep my pace, I reached into the camera bag flying wildly around my chest. Pulling the flare gun out, I struggled as I ran to load the cartridge into it, my hands unsteady, but the sound of falling trees as the thing grew closer served to motivate me as I eventually got it in.
For a split second, I worried about whether a flare could start another fire, having already seen the damage it could wreak on this forest.
That might be for the best.
I raised the gun to the air and let off a shot. There was a pop, not nearly as loud as the revolvers and a hiss that grew ever distant as the glowing projectile took to the sky.
That thing - it shrieked but the sound was different now, almost…afraid, and I heard it come to a crashing halt. I considered looking back but instantly thought better of it unwilling to squander this opportunity to put distance between us.
The path ahead was growing clearer, the signs of human intervention and upkeep growing more apparent. Familiarity bloomed in me, with it the greatest hope I’d felt since the horrific ordeal had begun.
I was close. The path ahead began to curve and I knew that in just a few turns I was going to see the clearing.
Then I heard it again. The booming roar of earth being displaced by something massive as it dozed forth, closing in fast. Too fast.
“No, no, God no,” I begged, my legs searing from the heat of pain and exherition.
I ran straight through the trees, veering off of the twisting path for fear of losing precious seconds, branches clawing and whipping deep cuts into my face as I did, my breathing loud and jagged.
I screamed, with what breath I could muster, calling for help knowing I had to be within hearing distance of anyone at the tower who’d surely have seen my flare.
I could see it, emerging through a break in the trees ahead at the center of the clearing which seemed to glow with sunlight and salvation against the rumble of certain doom behind me.
“Hurry the fuck up, I can’t help you until you’re out of there.” I heard the woman's voice before I saw her, but her words were all I needed to push forward.
Heat radiated off of the massive form growing warmer along the back of my neck as it drew closer, the hairs on my neck rising as the cloying flagella of its would-be leaves all thrashed forward, occasionally reaching far enough to sink into my neck with a sharp sensation.
I slapped at them frantically, my hands coming away covered in my own blood and that mucousy fluid. The opening in the trees grew, and the tower quickly came into view, and I could soon see who it was that had spoken out.
She wore the usual polyester short, beige button-up, and wide brim hat usual for a park ranger, though even in my frantic state I could see the glaring peculiarities. For one, she held something large in both of her hands, a rifle - I realized, as raising its massive barrel as I approached until it was pointing right at me.
No, not a rifle. I realized. A flamethrower.
I was almost out, just about to reach where the forest and clearing me, when something thrashed against my back with incredible force, one of the beasts wood-sheathed tentacles I imagine now looking back, sending me diving face-first into the ground.
My head sang with impact, and the frantic shouts of the ranger faded into garbled background noise as I tried to gather myself, turning to face it as it closed the remaining distance. The closest of its grasping limbs snaked across the dirt of the forest floor and quickly slid up my shoe and onto my leg attempting to wrap itself around my ankle.
The bark dug into the leg of my pants, and I could feel something like a muscle starting to tighten painfully beneath it.
No! It was my mind's singular, panic-driven declaration, a refusal of the death I was surely about to be pulled to.
I dove forward with all of the strength I could muster from the ground, my right leg being extended out by the creature as it pulled, launching all of my weight into the clearing.
I managed to tear from its wanting grip, the jagged bark, ripping the leg of my jean and leaving deep scratches in my skin in the process, but my heart soared in the instant I felt my leg come free.
I threw myself forward into a stumbling run, managing to collapse in a rolling heap at the woman’s feet.
“KILL IT!” I hardly recognized the belligerent panic in my voice, as I half-crawled, half-stumbled into a run making a mad dash to the tower which had come to represent safety in my mind, only stopping once I was halfway through the clearing and realized I hadn’t heard the creature charging forth.
The woman stood at the edge of the clearing, a weapon raised to the creature which made its stand at the very edge of the forest, as though somehow the clearing were a boundary. It rose to its full height, and I felt my mind wane under its impossible form. It stretched almost thirty feet, the bark that had concealed it cracking profusely and revealing what was beneath.
It looked vaguely slug-like, large and black, shiny with a coat of some fluid. Its body was covered in bulging eyelids that concealed those piercing yellow eyes, long, eerily human mouths full of hundreds of sharp teeth.
All from its upper-middle section and above stretched long, dark tentacles, swaying eerily like branches in a breeze, those pulsing leaves - now more like cells in my eyes - connected to their respective branch by thick blue veins.
Yet somehow that thing bred straight from a nightmare, was kept at bay. He and the short woman appeared locked in a battle of wills, neither breaking the other's gaze.
“I don’t know how you survived the first burning, god forbid you fuckers are still breeding somehow, but you know what’s got to happen next bud.”
She spoke to it like she was chastising a dog that had bitten someone, disappointment and genuine sadness in her voice.
The creature hissed at her with every one of its mouths, those beady yellow eyes screwing into a look of pure hate. Despite all that I’d seen that day, I still found myself taken aback. The thing seemed to…understand her? And the way she spoke, as if somehow familiar with the thing, apparently already armed to deal with it. My head spun. What sort of park ranger was this?
“I’m sorry about the others, your parents maybe - really not sure reproduce. But you guys can’t go around eating all of the animals and patrons of the parks. Sorry, kiddo.”
She pulled the trigger of the device with a click, and the beast recoiled with another hiss and shudder of anger.
For several seconds, there was nothing but the fading echo of its cry and the breeze rolling over the field.
Another click. Then another. Nothing.
“No, no, fuck, not now,” the woman began cursing and muttering frantically, backing away slowly as she looked between the weapon and the creature mere feet away from her.
I could see the confidence waver even in her posture, and the cold knot of dread in my swelled, this time not for myself.
That thing, for the first time I’d seen it did something familiar, human, all the more horrific given its nightmarish visage.
It smiled, a cruel, joyless expression, with every one of those razor-filled mouths curling up.
She ran, letting the weapon fall to the ground as she turned and sprinted towards me, yelling something I could hardly make out through the pounding in my ears.
“Go! Run!” She cried, motioning angrily for me to flee.
It was on her in seconds, the beast almost tackling her as it caught her in a tangle of its limbs, wrapping two of them around her legs. I could see the things covering the branches in a veritable feeding frenzy, their protrusions snapping in and out as they filled with little streams of blood attaching anywhere there was exposed skin
She screamed, doing her best to slap them from her face, unable to reach her legs as the creature drew her near.
It rose to its feet, causing the ranger to hang upside down by her legs, alternating between fighting at the thousands of little things leeching at her face and trying to pry the vice grip of the branches around her ankles.
I’m going to watch this woman die. She likely saved my life and is about to die for it.
It was harrowing, almost worse than the fear I’d felt for my own life, a strange sort of guilt mixed in as though I’d exchanged her life for mine. I remembered the deer. The way I’d found the thing torn completely apart like some stuffed animal, and for a moment pictured the ranger in its place.
My blood went cold at that.
A loud crack made me jump, as the thing slammed one of its massive limbs into the ranger, who threw up her arms in what little defense it offered. The creature cried out in rage and triumph, bringing one of its bellowing mouths within inches of her face, before repeating the act, delivering several more forceful blows.
It was toying with her like I’d seen my cat do with the odd mouse unlucky enough to wander inside. Several of its mouths spread into a smile that made my skin prickle.
I racked my mind for something, anything I could do to prevent what I knew was coming, anything I had done to hurt or disturb this thing before…I remembered.
The woman hung there, dazed for a moment, before spitting a mouthful of blood and saliva at the nearest of its eyes. It hissed, its hackle somehow raising, rearing back and lifting her above the largest of its maws.
Those jagged spikes of wood still bore the remnants of its prior kill as it held her over oblivion.
It was like finding a diamond in the rough, the memory playing almost like a flashback. I grabbed the flaregun from my camera bag, loading the final flare into the chamber.
“Little asshole,” she muttered.
It roared its response, lowering her into its mouth when - `
POP
The sound of the flaregun caught its attention in an instant, its body and every one of its eyes turning in my direction, mouths shutting in automatic response. It flung the woman to the ground with so much force she bounced, but still, she managed to half-crawl, half-roll away as my final flare whistled through the air. Its path curved and lolled slightly in the breeze, but stayed true to course. The creature yelped, something I’d not yet heard from it, a sound of fear and surprise. It had been distracted, its strange fury and wrath directed at the ranger making it all but forget about me, and occupying its senses.
It lurched to the side, moving its massive body with incredible speed as it managed to mostly avoid contact, the flare soaring into its alien canopy.
The minor contact was apparently enough. A ringing hiss, like air rushing out of a balloon, filled the clearing, once, then twice, then hundreds of times over, and I saw the gelatinous sacks beginning to swell with bubbling liquid and gas that glowed through some strange reaction.
Flames darted hungrily between the blobs which expanded rapidly, glowing brighter by the second as the reaction traveling with them.
Its eyes darted in all directions between the spreading fire and me, fear and hatred glowing bright despite the unfamiliarity of its appearance.
It looked as though it wanted to charge at me, kneeling forward as if to do so, when the first of a series of explosive pops sounded from its canopy. One of the swelling masses had burst, releasing a boiling spray of the fluid from inside all around it. Some searing drops landed on neighboring ‘leaves’ setting them into an explosive reaction repeating the process.
The flames caught the liquid and burned white-hot, following the trails of bloody fluid running down the monster’s bark to spread along the sides of its body. Glowing cracks spread through the dead bark of the tree, falling away to reveal the thing beneath.
It was massive, and I couldn’t understand how it had fit in the bark, to begin with.
It appeared to be a giant slug or something similar, with slimy black tentacles, many of which were now sizzling and burning with the blaze, thrashing wildly at what might have been the top or bottom of it. Throughout them were those swelling blobs, connected by deep-purple veins that pulse as though with a heartbeat.
The yellow eyes lining its black body burned with unreadable emotion as it tried to fight the flame spreading quickly along its body. What was left of its wooden exoskeleton was completely engulfed and it seemed the mucousy liquid it was covered in beneath was as flammable as the contents of its ‘leaves’ the fire rolling along its skin with ease.
The cries of protest and fury grew airy and weak, eventually dying into faint hisses as the thing started to wither and dry under the spread of the inferno.
I ducked away, feeling several flecks of the boiling liquid from those sacs hit my face as several more pop with a resounding finality, and the monster ceased its movement falling into a rapidly immolating heap.
It took several moments before I was willing to move, my mind unable to accept that the horror was over despite seeing it burn before me, half expecting the monster to lurch forward with a roar at any moment.
But it didn’t, the only sounds coming from the beast were the hisses and pops of escaping gases from the dying blaze of its utterly charred form which seemed to shrink until it was merely a few glowing embers in a slimy puddle.
I approached the ranger, who was already sitting herself up as she observed the aftermath. She winced slightly as she rose, her arm swelling from what was likely a broken bone, rushing to her side as she fell back into a sitting position.
I went to help her up but was waved off as she leaned back on her good arm, taking deep breathes.
“I’ll take a second to catch my breath, I’ll have to call this in and wait for backup anyways which will be a while,” she took a deep breath, wincing.
“Definitely broke a rib or three,” she muttered. “I’m Savannah, call me Sav.” She raised her bad hand to shake, then observing its rapid swelling, thought better of it.
“Thanks for the help, that was impressively quick thinking under pressure.”
My mind was overrun with a hundred questions all piling up to be asked at once.
“What was that?” I asked the most obvious of the questions. “Why did you have a flamethrower?”
“Well, I obviously have a flamethrower, the piece of shit,” she kicked at the weapon on the ground, “Because of those,” she nodded her head at the smoldering pile that had been the beast.
“And what it is…we’re not really sure. From what we can tell, it’s some sort of gnarly parasite, probably alien is my guess. Starts off real tiny, almost looks like a leech, and burrow its way into the center of a massive tree. It grows until it fills the thing from within eating away at all the wood inside, and uses the bark as something of an exoskeleton for its body which is pretty vulnerable otherwise.”
Somehow it only brought up more questions.
“Who is "we"? Does the park service know about this?” My mind began to put seemingly unrelated pieces of a puzzle together.
“Is that why this trail was closed? There was never a forest fire was there?”
She sighed, lifting herself to her feet with some effort.
“Listen, you’re full of questions, that’s understandable, you were almost attacked by a giant tree monster. I’m also in excruciating pain because I was just pummeled by a tree monster, also understandable. So I’m going to answer the few questions you just asked, then I’ll ask you one of my own, depending on the answer you’ll go about your day as you like and I’ll head to my post to lick my wounds until backup arrives - cool?”
“Depending on…? Uh, yeah, okay.” I muttered, curiosity taking hold.
She nodded.
“The ‘we’ I referred to is my organization or group or whatever, the Rangers.”
“So the park service does know about -”
“No interrupting.” She said firmly, her eyes dark with irritation. I nodded to continue.
“No, they don’t. Or maybe they do and don’t recognize it officially, I dunno. We’re not the park service rangers, well…a lot of us are but that’s just cause it makes the job easier. We call ourselves the Rangers, it’s not just a U.S. thing though, we’re pretty big in Canada and Mexico. We keep an eye on anywhere in nature there are run-ins between people and the things that go bump in the night. It’s our job to prevent shit like what you saw today from interfering in the lives of the general public.”
She coughed a bit, wincing and grabbing her chest at the movement.
“So no, the park service and the other rangers at large probably don’t know, but we’ve got people among them who do, and once I took care of clearing the affected area of…those things, we were able to push the forest fire angle pretty smoothly and get the path closed to keep people from venturing down this way. Even took out the bridge to make sure any stubborn fools really got the idea.”
She said the last two things somewhat pointedly, glaring for emphasis, and I could feel my face flush.
“I guess one must have survived somehow, we must have missed it. I hope so at least, the alternative is these damn things are breeding somewhere...” She shook her head as if not wanting to consider the thought.
“Now, for my question,” she started, staring at me with a look of interest.
“I take it you’re an avid nature guy, probably someone who enjoys going where others wouldn’t consider, given the gear, the path you’re on, and the fact that you took it today despite all of our very intentional warnings not to.”
I nodded, not sure how to feel she seemed to have read me.
“You handled the situation…relatively well clearly. You got this far without it killing you, and technically saved my life under pressure.”
I wanted to say something in argument, but couldn’t think of what. She wasn’t wrong, and now that the experience was over I couldn’t lie - I was feeling more alive than I could remember, though if she was trying to allude to all of this being some act of skill I was strongly in disagreement.
“I think I’ll be out of commission for a while, and you’re already quite familiar with this area I imagine, and you’ve experienced firsthand what I’m out here to stop. We’re always looking for new people in our ranks, and there’s a specific but odd type most suitable. Animal experts, nature lovers, and others have all proven useful for a variety of reasons, and something tells me you’d fit in as a Ranger.”
She paused, “We’d get you a better flamethrower of course.”
She gave it another firm kick.
My head spun at the invitation to a group I had only just learned existed, and still somehow had doubts. I had a job, but it was nothing that served as any strong motivation to say no. I scoured my brain for logical reasons to reject and found very few, besides the obvious.
Would I want to experience something like this again?
“If I say no…if I talk about any of this will you guys…” I didn’t want to say it, for fear that she would confirm.
“Kill you?” she laughed, then winced. “Literally don’t make me laugh, it hurts. No, with something like this honestly you could walk out of here right now, and talk all you want. Not to seem all sinister shadowy-group on you, but who’s gonna believe someone claiming they were attacked by a tree monster and saved by a secret group of park rangers? Hell, go share your story, it might be therapeutic and scare a few more morons off from doing what you did.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but couldn’t think of what I was arguing with. She was right, there was no way to tell my story in any public forum without sounding insane.
“It’s a big decision, I get it, here -” she ruffled through her pocket for a card.
It bore the same logo her weapon had, the outline of a pine tree with a vague, sinister figure lurking behind it, three human shapes clasping hands at the bottom, surrounding the tree as though keeping the force behind it at bay. Beneath it read the word Rangers in bold, the year 1999 beneath it in smaller text, below that what I took to be the group’s mantra.
“To protect those who venture into the great outdoors, from the evil that occupies the great unknown.”
A number ran across the other side.
“If you make a decision, call. Otherwise, you should get going.”
I didn’t know what else to say, so I nodded, thanking her as I turned and left the clearing.
The drive back home was silent. My mind was plagued by more than I’d arrived with for once leaving the park. I tried to ignore what had happened, to do what I’d heard people claim to do with impossible experiences - just move on, try to dismiss it as a faulty memory or dream, but I couldn’t - that card just sitting on my desk growing more tempting by the day.
The experience was horrifying, nightmare-inducing, and yet - I couldn’t pretend the exhilaration I’d felt wasn’t greater than anything I’d experienced in my day-to-day life.
It’s why I began writing this. I thought if I share my story somewhere I won’t be decried as a lunatic, it would scratch whatever itch is tempting me to make that call.
I know that it was wrong though, as I writing this I found myself more tempted than ever, and before long I’d done it. It had been her that answered, recognizing me almost immediately. The details of what followed are for another story another day, but by the end of the call, my life had been changed.
There are things that lurk in the forests of Illinois, creatures that make themselves look like the trees and possess an insatiable bloodlust. I suppose to take this as a warning not to do what I did, stay off of the closed trail no matter how suspicious it seems, it’s probably like that for very good reason.
If you don’t though, all is not necessarily lost. Try and find your nearest ranger, you might just get lucky.
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2022.01.29 02:19 Neboux Yellow Vignette Low Stamina Indicator

When you are low on stamina the edges of your lenses blot out with a yellow Vignette. It is really noticeable when you are doing gliding quests, climbing, etc. I asked in discord if there was a way to disable this and was informed by a CA that there is not.
I don't like vignettes and find yellow to be particularly triggering. Noting, I have a mental disability and can be rather sensitive to certain stimuli. Even if it was blue, red, or green, I would still find it intrusive and immersion breaking. It is actually making it hard to enjoy many aspects of the game. People in my radius probably think I am a sailor.
I partially just wanted to vent, possibly find a solution, or bring it to the Dev's attention to make it possible to disable this feature. I would even be willing to sacrifice some FOV to get rid of it. Yes! I am triggered!
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2022.01.29 02:19 Papel_Hat Full combo for Week 1 of Geo's Funky Adventure

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2022.01.29 02:19 sportsgloss Music promoter! Get 200+ views within a week or your money back, the latest song I promoted hit 420+ within this week! Low price! Safe effective methods, dm for more info.

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2022.01.29 02:19 Prabeen1 raspberry pi pico led blinking

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2022.01.29 02:19 bobbivancouver Soaking in the winter rays

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2022.01.29 02:19 WeirdWriters How do you see MCU Peter’s story ending?

Do you think he’ll die? Or that he’ll retire? (& would Peter really choose to retire as Spidey?)
I feel like when Tom chooses to retire the role, of course they have to figure out a way to write his character out, the way they did it with Tony, Steve, and Nat (2/3 ending in definite death & sacrifice).
Do you think Marvel will be creative enough to write him out without having him killed off? Is there a way Peter’s story has ended in the comics that you could see the MCU doing? (I don’t read the comics so idk)
I know we still got a while to go before Tom retires the role (with the college trilogy), but I’m curious to know, *what are scenarios can you see happening with how his story will end? *
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