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2022.01.27 15:15 Drug_Egorov Modovi su maknuli post o Stjepanu Filipoviću i pritom nisu dali nikakav razlog. Smije li se znati zašto?

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2022.01.27 15:15 Capital_Piccolo2590 Anyone wants their girl tested. Dm me now. Will send all the screenshots. I have kik, snap, fb and insta

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2022.01.27 15:15 mediocre_rover Does using a Power Item and the Destiny Knot increase your chases of passing down good IV’s?

I don’t really know how to articulate this question and maybe this is more appropriate for math, but here we go:
There are 12 IV’s for the algorithm to chose from when you breed two Pokemon. 5 will be chosen from those 12 if you’re using the Knot. 1 of the 12 is guaranteed to pass down if you’re using a Power Item. So, if you’re using a Power Item, does that mean there are now only 11 IV’s from the algorithm to chose from for the Knot? Wouldn’t that increase your chases of passing down good IV’s?
For example: You’re breeding a Alakazam (HP: 0, ATK: 0, DEF: 31, SPA: 31, SPD: 0, SPE: 0) and a Ditto (HP: 31, ATK: 31, DEF: 31, SPA: 31, SPD: 0, SPE: 0). The algorithm, because of the Knot, chooses HP, ATK, DEF from the Alakazam and SPA and SPD from the Ditto, giving the new Abra a spread of HP: 0, ATK: 0, DEF: 31, SPA: 31, SPD: 0, SPE: X.
However, if I already know I want perfect Special Attack IV’s on this new Abra, can’t I give the Alakazam the Power Lens and the Ditto the Knot and now might the algorithm choose HP, ATK, and DEF from the Alakazam and SPD, and SPE from the Ditto, since the Abra’s SPA stat is guaranteed to have come from the Alakazam? Doesn’t that increase my chances of my parent Pokemon’s good stats being passed down?
Or is this just a bunch of confusing nonsense…. 😬
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2022.01.27 15:15 WarpSpeedLuna Prologue: Up the Hill

Prologue: Up the Hill
There are moments in childhood where, young as you may be, you know you have witnessed something profound and world-altering. A glimpse at some ultimate truth, an important fact that even the adults—with their rigid rules and boxed-in ways of thinking—somehow miss. Or, perhaps, a truth that grown-ups are too afraid to see, name, or act on.
When Sy was eight years old, she had one of those moments.
The day was like any other, with Sy tagging along behind some of the older kids in the compound as they made their way down to the waste facility. The facility was at the outer edges of the settlement, next to an intimidating line of colossal trees that marked the outer boundaries. The boys ahead of her kept their rowdiness suppressed as they moved through the main compound, focused on dragging a heavy load covered by a tarp. Sy knew that as soon as they got off the main path, leaving the silently watching eyes and listening ears behind, the group would quit being such boring company. Although they were mostly teenagers, to Sy they were beacons of knowledge and expertise, if simply because they were the only ones besides the priestesses who would actually speak in front of her.
Sy saw some of the other children her age standing quietly in the shadows, observing the slow-moving older adults as they completed various tasks. Usually, once morning lessons were done, it was all Sy could do not to go running out of the main compound to the lake or low trees, but these kids were content to be surrounded by the same buildings, same scenery, same people, day after day. A listless boy Sy had lessons with kicked at the dirt in a lazy, monotonous rhythm.
“Don’t tell me you’re kicking Rem’s most beautiful creation when you should be trying to learn something.”
The cooing voice came from a girl a little younger than Sy who had snuck up behind the boy, a sly grin on her face. That girl is always tagging along behind the priestesses, Sy thought with disdain. I bet she wants to be one herself. Nothing sounded more repugnant to Sy than devoting herself to the goddess Rem, day in and day out.
“What do you care anyway?”
The boy didn’t seem at all cowed by her chastisement, but that didn’t stop the girl from looking smug. His kicks continued in their steady pace.
“Just don’t want you to get sent up the hill, that’s all,” she crowed, her smile widening as the boy’s face went pale. His foot froze right before hitting the ground.
The boys Sy had been following were fading from view down the path to the waste facility, and she jolted as she noticed, running slightly to catch up with them. Looking back over her shoulder as she ran, Sy couldn’t see the two children anymore.
The day was bright, the path dappled in sunlight as they walked on. The four boys in front of her were tall and muscular, dragging a large piece of equipment behind them on a sledge. Sy half considered climbing up to hitch a ride down the bumpy path, but didn’t want to risk upsetting them and losing their permission to tag along. As usual, the group was complaining about their work, and about Rem, which Sy listened to with secret pleasure.
The boys didn’t let Sy talk to them as they went about their work besides the odd question here and there, but that was no different than anyone else who was of age. This group went outside of the main compound every day on waste duty, escaping the stagnant stillness to joke and laugh with each other. Even though Sy wasn’t included in their banter, she still reveled in the sound of something happening, a break in the focused dedication that boxed her in so tightly within the main compound. The Book of Rem encouraged focused solitude during work hours, but the adults seemed much keener on following the book of rules than the energetic group of young men in front of her.
“How’d this get broken, anyway?” one of the boys asked, panting as he pulled on the heavy equipment. His tan brow glistened with sweat, his thick, brown waves of hair already matted. Sy hadn’t seen what they were hauling, what it was that had been broken. She moved a few paces closer.
The other boys remained hushed for a few moments before one said,
“Jeez Kai, you didn’t hear?”
“Hear what?”
“Han. He went a little . . . crazy yesterday.”
Han was one of the more eccentric members of the community. He was always mumbling to himself under his breath when he did his daily tasks, always spending too long at the terminal, looking it up and down, tapping on it, muttering. Sy kind of liked him; at least he brought some different energy to the tedium.
Kai laughed. “Han’s always crazy. What’d he do this time?”
Another silence. The other boys looked around surreptitiously, eyes flashing to the load they were dragging. Sy knew they were looking for a terminal, even though there were none out here on the path to the facility.
“Well,” another boy began, “the worst kind of crazy, if you know what I mean.”
They all knew what he meant. The worst thing you could do was speak openly against Rem. She was their deity, their goddess, the writer and enforcer of every rule in their community. More than that, she provided them with everything: the seed and livestock they needed for their agriculture, the structures they lived in, their clothes, their work each day, their children, the organization of their lives. Everything they needed, down to the smallest detail, was provided by Rem.
The 'most intelligent' and, in Sy’s opinion, boring members of the community were chosen for the honor of serving Rem, making sure all of her commands were followed to ensure the community could continue to live peaceful and happy lives. Sy had realized when she was younger that speaking ill of Rem was anathema to those in the settlement. More than just bringing a particularly hard cuff to the back of her head, saying something negative about Rem the All-Knowing would earn her a look from the priestesses that was not simply a flash of anger, but fear, a look she never saw otherwise.
“Who can blame him?” Kai said brazenly, pushing his wet hair off of his forehead with a jaunty flick of the wrist. “I think we’re all a bit sick of this stupid work every day and not having any say in it at all.”
The others looked around again nervously. It was nothing they hadn’t said before on their walks to and from the compound, but today Kai seemed to be on his own.
“What?” he asked, perplexed. “You guys can’t say you don’t feel the same.”
“Listen, Kai,” one responded, out of breath, “maybe it’s just not our place to second-guess. Rem gives us everything, and can take everything too. It’s just not worth complaining about.”
Kai stopped in his tracks, leaving the others struggling to pull the weighty load, eventually forcing them to stop too.
“What’s going on with you guys?” he demanded, attempting to meet their eyes. Sy noticed how their stares were focused on the ground. They all seemed to become aware of her in that moment, glancing over their shoulders in her direction. She picked up a stick and pretended to draw in the dirt. The only one who hadn’t said anything so far, a solemn boy named Jo, spoke up very softly, words coming out in a quiet rush.
“Listen, Kai, Han got taken up the hill. He tried to say that Rem wasn’t really a goddess. That he could prove it. Said all sorts of crazy things. He started busting up one of the terminals, but he was stopped. One of the priestesses brought him to his dorm. They went to the temple to ask Rem what to do, saying that his fate was in her hands now. Some people tried to go ask him why he did it, but Rem blocked his dorm. It sounded like he was communing with her directly—or at least that’s what Elicia said. When night came, the priestesses were told to bring him up the hill. I guess you were asleep so you didn’t feel the pull, but we saw it happen. None of us want to end up like that, so why don’t you just keep it to yourself? We’re lucky to have Rem looking out for us and providing for us.”
Jo punctuated his speech with another quick glance around, clearly afraid of being watched and hoping his intervention was sufficient. Sy kept back from the boys, idly playing with her stick, waiting to hear Kai tell them he wasn’t afraid of Rem. There was that phrase again, “up the hill.” Sy didn’t know what it meant, but it couldn’t be that bad. Rem would sometimes fill the ears of those who weren’t working on their tasks or focusing on their lessons with a high-pitched buzzing sound. Sy was intimately familiar with that sensation. Being sent up the hill was probably something similar.
Kai stood quietly for a moment, then picked up his corner of the sledge. The other boys followed suit, and they continued down the path in silence. Sy trailed behind, confusion turning into irritation as she realized Kai was rolling over so soon. Were they really going to give up their voices just like everyone else, that easily?
When they got to the waste facility—a square, solid structure halfway between the main compound and the mines—the boys dragged the sledge to the side of the building and removed the tarp, laboriously pulling the broken terminal off. No longer imbued with the pale blue light of Rem, it looked plain, its silver dull against the packed dirt and bright white walls of the waste building.
“There’s still one more load?” Kai asked.
The others nodded and headed back up the path, still ruminating in silence. Sy was livid. The conversation had just gotten interesting, and now they were deciding to be dull and buttoned up just like everybody else? She had been dying to ask what it meant to be taken up the hill, but she knew better when they had clearly been trying to keep it quiet. Why did everyone insist on treating her like a little kid?
She hung back as they continued their taciturn march, kicking at the broken terminal. Coils that looked like little snakes curled out of the bottom. The top of the terminal and the lines running up the sides, which usually glowed blue and displayed Rem’s commands in the air above them, were cold and black. She tried placing her palm on the terminal’s glassy surface, as she did every day in the children’s dormitory to get her daily tasks. Nothing.
Han must have been pretty determined to strike such a powerful blow against a goddess. She could see that the side of the terminal was dented and marred from his assault. Sy looked around quickly, making sure no one was watching, and risked sending a light kick of her own toward the terminal. Her foot skated across the air without making contact, deflected by some force she was unable to see. Just like she’d known it would be. Inflicting damage on anyone or anything was impossible, as far as she could tell.
Sy decided she’d ask Han about it, very sneakily of course, whenever he came back down the hill.
She sat down in the dirt and played with the coils coming out of the terminal, pretending they were snakes attacking each other. She grabbed some smaller pieces of junk off of a nearby pile and brought them into the mix. Soon, it was an all-out fantasy battle between the snakes of the terminal and the little boxes labeled “T-batt” from the nearby pile. The snakes were winning, the largest one coming in for the attack on the box’s weak spot (a little hole on its side), when there was a massive spark in her hand. Sy dropped the box, scrambling away and nursing her fingers, which were experiencing a sensation she had never felt to this extent before: pain.
The terminal lit up with a soft red glow.
“Emergency assistance required. Error. Major malfunction in Rem terminal. Error. Input new programming for Rem terminal. Fatal error. Admin instruct Tholus IV settlement to remove terminal. Fatal error. Rem terminal will not run without admin intervention and support. Help, assistance re–”
The soft voice echoed clearly, like bells through the still air, before it stopped, fading to a faint metallic whine before disappearing completely. The red light from the terminal dulled, and it became a lifeless slab of metal again. Sy stared, speechless, thoughtless, shocked. No one except those chosen by Rem ever heard her voice. And what she’d heard didn’t sound like a goddess at all. Error? Help? Emergency? How could a deity need assistance? The terminal was just supposed to be a manifestation of Rem’s power, not part of her that spoke with her voice. This was not something that should happen. What did it mean, new programming for Rem terminal? Who could tell a terminal what to do but Rem herself? She had never seen a terminal glow red before. She had never even heard of it.
Sy’s hand was throbbing. She looked down to see that it wasn’t just her fingers, but her hand and part of her wrist that were caught up in the spark. A bright red welt was forming on the inside of her forefinger and middle finger, as well as on her palm and the side of her left wrist.
She sucked on her fingers, tears welling in her eyes, and tried to make sense of what she just saw, resolving to tell the boys and ask them what they thought. She saw them coming back down the hill and pushed herself to her feet, running up the path to meet them. Then she saw Jo and stopped in her tracks. He tried to say Rem wasn’t really a goddess. That he could prove it . . . None of us want to end up like that. Jo’s words echoed in her head. She restarted her trek up the path at a cautious saunter, blinking back the tears and swallowing the fiery pain. Hiding her reddened hand behind her back, Sy contemplated how best to phrase her question.
Preoccupied as she was, she hadn’t noticed the rising voices as the boys drew closer to the waste facility. Gone was the resigned silence from the walk back up the hill. Kai seemed angry now, and the others’ pleading voices, half frustrated, half scared, preceded them and their load down the path.
“—and none of us have even seen her or know what she is! Maybe Han was right! Maybe he got sent up the hill because he found out the truth. You ever think about that?”
“Please,” Jo begged, “think about what you’re saying.”
“I have thought about it,” Kai spat, throwing his part of the second load of waste to the ground. “It seems like I’m the only one who has. You guys are fine just believing everything now because you’re scared! Has it ever occurred to you that maybe that’s just what she wants?”
One of the other boys chimed in, “All she wants is for us to be safe and take care of each other. She gives us everything we need.”
“She gives us just enough that we can’t ask for more!”
Sy watched the argument unfold, her hurt fingers finding their way back into her mouth. The hand throbbed and pulsed in time with the frantic beat of the row in front of her. Her eyes shone like the glass of the terminal as Kai took an aggressive step toward the others.
“Why is it okay that Han gets taken up the hill just for going against her? Why does she always get the final say?”
Sy had never known Kai to be close with Han at all, but his anger seemed to have moved beyond the current situation. All his resentment and bitterness had bubbled to the surface and was gushing out of him, heedless of caution.
“She can’t take us all up the hill. We should ask for some more answers, more freedom!”
His voice swelled, carried on the wind. Birds flew from the trees as his shout echoed off of the empty trail around them, amplified by the metal waste in the yard. Sy heard the faintest pattering from the distance, and other echoes. Her hand was burning now, but her mind was also on fire with the conflict, the questions, the memory of the terminal’s weakness. Its cries for help ricocheted through her brain like Kai’s voice through the forest.
Kai stormed in Sy’s direction, and she darted out of the way, watching from the shade of a large tree as he walked over to the broken terminal and gave it a vicious kick. It failed to connect.
“What is this thing, anyway? We’re just like the animals in the livestock facility. Cooped up by some higher power that doesn’t really care about us. We feed them too, give them shelter.” With this last word, his voice became cruel, mocking. “We provide everything they could ever need! And then we eat them!” Another kick, even fiercer this time. Disassociated fragments of the terminal went flying. “Maybe she does the same with whoever goes against her! How does she stay so strong anyway? How does she do the things she does? What does she do with us when she ‘returns us to her loving embrace’?”
The thumping noise had become louder. Was it just the ache of her pulsing hand, or the staccato of her racing heart? The echoes were getting louder too, rising with the electric thrum of Kai’s voice. Sy closed her eyes as everything crashed around her. Error, error.
She sucked in gulps of air. Everything suddenly seemed different, her universe expanding and shrinking in front of her as the implications of what she’d seen and heard in the last twenty minutes reshaped the world. The pain in her hand refused to abate, forcing her with every stab of discomfort to acknowledge it all, not letting her forget. She could think of nothing else.
When Sy opened her eyes, everything was changed. The ringing in her ears had blocked out all the other sounds before, and it wasn’t just Kai’s voice booming through the forest anymore. The thumping sounds had not just been her heart, hadn’t been a trick of her mind as it scrambled, but footsteps as other members of the settlement ran down the path. The echoes hadn’t just been her own thoughts bouncing through her head, but the shouts of people approaching.
There were four or five new voices adding to the chaos. A few of them had the unmistakable mark of the temple of Rem on their clothing. Two men had grabbed the back of Kai’s neck and shoulders, and another had grabbed his hands. Kai struggled against them, demanding they stop. They were already moving back toward the compound.
Time felt sped up for Sy as she flitted through the trees behind them. Their voices were muffled by the ringing in her ears. As they moved through the compound, the muttering of people in their doorways, stopping their daily work to watch the episode in front of them, filled the air with a malicious buzz. They passed the temple in the center of the compound. As they moved up the hill behind the temple, the other members of the community joined Sy’s silent vigil, slowly following behind the group. The only sound now was Kai’s shrieks, which had slowly turned to pleading.
“Please, please!” His voice had lost the mocking edge, becoming a panicked whine. “I can’t be the only one! You must see it!”
They were pushing on to the edge of the community. One of the priestesses who gave lessons had joined the procession. Spotting Sy, she tried to grab her wrist and pull her away.
“Syretia!” she called as Sy slipped between two people and was lost in the crowd.
They were almost at the threshold, the point that Rem had told them all they could not pass. The edge of their community was lined with large trees, higher than any of those on the path to the waste facility, with thick, intimidating trunks that flashed crimson in the sun. Their canopies extended in an indefinite black mass above, with barely any light managing to push through the dense thicket of leaves and branches. Towering, intimidating, they formed a ring around the entire settlement. These particular trees, up the hill behind the temple, were the closest to the main compound of people.
Every child came to the edge of the community at some point, wanting to test the boundaries. They stuck their hands and fingers through the line of trees, looking at each other with wide, expectant eyes. When nothing happened, they would become more frightened, not less. Usually only one brave soul in each group of children would venture out into the thicket.
Sy had been that child. The other children had cried and begged her to come back as she stepped confidently into the woods. The first few steps had been easy, and then she’d begun to feel a tingle in her left hand, and an odd sensation of something crawling up her arm.
Soon there were a thousand tiny legs moving up and down her arms, her legs, her back, her neck. Something was scampering around her mouth, filling it, crowding her nostrils, scuttling through her ears. Hands reached through the darkness towards her, dark and twisted, grabbing at her clothes and face. She ran backward, tripping, crying, gagging as the sensation of the legs and bugs across her body faded. As she stumbled toward the line of trees again, the other children pulled her back. None of them had seen any bugs, any hands. Sy had been six, and she’d looked at the trees with nothing but fear clenching tight in her throat ever since.
Now it was Kai, and instead of anxious arms pulling him back from the massive trunks, rough pushes urged him toward them.
The sun was setting, splashing crimson above the line of trees, casting a ruddy glow over everyone. Kai’s eyes reflected the sky above in scarlet. He was still screaming.
“If you want a life without Rem, you can have it,” a priestess said coldly, twisting his arms cruelly behind him as they marched toward the boundary. “You will never feel her embrace.” Other priestesses and their lackeys had arrived, carrying long sticks.
Han got taken up the hill . . . none of us want to end up like that.
Sy glanced back; the other boys were clustered at the edge of the crowd. She could see Jo trembling. Turning forward again, she saw that Kai had been tossed roughly to the ground and was scrambling up as the male servants of Rem moved toward him, prodding him with the long sticks, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Kai’s voice was saturated with terror as he tried not to move backward, but with every push he grew closer to the trees until he was eventually in line with them all.
“This is a sad day for our community,” the high priestess of Rem was saying, her voice ringing with authority over the silent crowd, cutting through Kai’s sobs and cries from the ground behind her. “Rem cherishes all of her flock and wishes no harm to them. That is why she gives us this chance to serve her, so she may one day welcome us into her loving arms to live in eternal happiness. But Kai has succumbed to an infection of the mind. He is sick. He no longer wants Rem’s protection. We are all free to leave her loving arms”—Kai was pushed past the first line of trees—“but we cannot do so and continue to take the benefits of her protection when there are truly loyal followers who remain. We cannot—”
Kai moved another step backward with a particularly savage blow from a stick.
“—allow the sickness to spread. Rem considered granting mercy to Han, but see how quickly he infected another.”
She turned around, no longer addressing the people packed closely together, instead watching Kai as he backed away. The other members of the community watched, hushed, some turning their heads. Sy could not look away even though an increasingly vocal part of her desperately wanted to. Turn around, turn around, the voice in her head repeated, but the instruction was as effective as telling the sun to set at high noon.
Kai was standing still now, five or six feet into the thicket of trees. The sun, on fire with the end of the day, burned low in the sky and melted into the treetops above. He was looking at his left hand, eyes round, large and shining like the sun behind him. He began to rub his arm, slowly at first, but more frantically as the seconds passed.
He looked around wildly, lurching to one side, falling, scrambling to hands and knees and trying to move out of the trees. The sticks pushed him back. Kai rubbed at his arm more viciously now. He spat and choked, clawed at his neck. He tried to get to his feet but stumbled back to the ground, scratching insistently at his arm, red welts rising beneath his insistent fingernails. He tried again to crawl out of the thicket, but the sticks were unforgiving, pushing him mercilessly back into the darkness.
The rays of the dying sun shone over the head of the high priestess, crowning her with rosy light. Some of these red beams were hitting Kai now—but no, that wasn’t the light, it was streams of blood as he clawed at his arm, shrieking unintelligibly, crying, talking in gibberish to the air around him.
Sy had never seen blood before, had never known how bright, how wet it was. Now it splashed from its home inside the flesh. The blood streamed down Kai’s front as he lifted both arms to his face, striking himself over and over, leaving his knuckles ragged and his head sheeting blood down his sides. He fell over, landing on the ground and writhing, both hands coming to his throat. He clawed at it, still speaking words no one could understand.
The crimson pool was growing around him, chunks of flesh ripped from his body in hysterical desperation, his moans and inhuman screeches echoing through the silence. His fingers moved from his throat to his eyes, and he sank his nails into the sockets, ripping through his eyelids with screams and keening. He rolled onto his stomach and smashed his left hand with his right, the snapping of his bones ricocheting through the crowd, louder than anything Sy had ever heard. His right hand returned to his throat, dark red blood soaking his hair, smeared across his ruined eyes, staining his clothes as he continued to claw and then—silence.
His crumpled body lay there, just beyond the line of trees, and it didn’t move again. It glowed red, like the broken terminal. Was he . . . dead? Sy had thought only animals could die.
Error. Error. Major malfunction.
Everything came crashing down then upon her, that moment where all of a sudden everything was clear, that ultimate truth revealed. She didn’t know if she understood why, but something important was solidifying in her thoughts. Sy took one last, long glance at Kai’s body, not much more than a pile of soiled rags and ruined flesh now. She thought back to the broken terminal, the pieces flying into the air as he kicked it. Standing there, unmoving as the crowd of people turned to return to the compound, she knew two unalterable facts.
The first was that Han had been right. Rem wasn’t a real goddess, she wasn’t all-powerful, and she wasn’t looking out for the people in Sy’s settlement as their valiant protector and provider. And the second fact, Sy realized with a leaden resignation, was that she could never tell that to anyone.
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2022.01.27 15:15 MrFreaknGoodwin Select/Prizm Rookie Parallels

I’ve got loads of parallels of rookies and vets. Numbered/colored. If anyone has any interest in certain guys and they like Select and Prizm, let me know.
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2022.01.27 15:15 mars99 What mountains are you hitting up this weekend?

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2022.01.27 15:15 schiz0yd why sometimes do my vils repair my tc at the edge of its walkable area and other times have to walk to the edge under it?

seems like it would be a very beneficial thing to know as it can let you repair from a potentially much safer location
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