Anticode

Intro: I've run into some skillful greyshields here or there, but one experience in particular really solidified the idea that one's equipment (or even comms) aren't exactly the end-all, be-all of pre-matchmaking superiority.

This has become a bit of a tale, but I can't help but briefly memorialize the two shockingly skilled freekits that I ran into a few days prior. It was a wild match, that one. Not because it was chaotic or heroic, but rather because it was so damn clean. It almost felt scripted, like a Halo 2 mission with live actors or something.

And yes, what you'll see below is basically exactly how they communicated (like, verbatim). Man, I miss them boyz already...

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I've been sharing a handful of recollections recently, but I promised a couple of people I'd share this recollection in its own post, so - as requested - here it is (with a few edits/additions):

Before we begin, go ahead and pick a number. I dare you. Write it down.

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####How many MREs could a single soldier go through in a week? A guy in my old unit was a big fan of MREs. A very, very big fan. Now, you probably think I'm merely saying that he enjoyed them greatly - and that is a true statement, he did enjoy them greatly - but that's not "just" what I'm saying here. You do not yet understand. You cannot. You will, though. You will...

It started normally enough.

We'd go out into the f

Story time, motherfuckers.

If you've ever seen a factory/warehouse's Safety Guy whining about eye-protection or tapping on employees' boots to verify the presence of a steel toe, perhaps with a hammer, you'll know what I mean what I say that the same flavor of safety-compliance processes were pretty common to see during my time in the military. Y'know, just like how a seabass is the same flavor of animal as a tiger shark?

For the serious training events you'd typically be ordered to show up in "full battle-rattle" (all the bulky stuff, supplies, armored plates, water source, etc). However, the less critical or more performative training scenarios would often specify the uniform as "full ba

Foreword: A conversation earlier today regarding shared laundry etiquette elsewhere (eg: if somebody forgets their stuff, just take it out of the machine for them or throw it aside) led to somebody joking about what happens to somebody's abandoned, still-wet clothes when thrown into the cold air on a winter's day. Spoiler alert - they freeze, yep. This only happened to me one time, and it wasn't until I thought about Frozen Clothes within that thread that an entire chaotic morning came back to me in full - bit of an unexpected shitshow.

This is that story, A Tale of Frozen Clothes and a Perplexing Mystery. ...Or something like that.

(It's more interesting than it sounds, I swear.) ^or

TL;DR - I passionately convinced a younger colleague why he should avoid ruining his lifestyle and future prospects by having children he cannot support or raise - high-potency stuff. Only after concluding with a few decisive closing arguments was I informed that he already had not one, but two children with a third on the way.

I'm more than happy to express my rationalizations for not having children when the topic comes up, and if I'm talking to somebody that doesn't yet have children or isn't sure about it I can't help but feel like it'd be unfair of me not to share a bit of wisdom. After all, I've seen what happens to young adults who choose to have a kid without really thinking a

If your file loads/runs in 0.16 - manually save, un-rollback, then try to reload that new file in the most recent version.

After spending most of the day trying to figure out a solution (and then giving up), this fixed my bricked campaign in about two minutes.

Figured I'd spread the word. Hope it helps out some others!

Foreword: Original comment written on a whim somewhere in r/totalwar - I figured that this robust travesty of an ill-advised shitpost-impression should probably be allowed to return to its Destined Peoples. Let us pray it is a prophecy of a brighter future, rather than an omen of dark tidings...

In the name of the Juice, the Squeeze, and the holy Brrrsh! - I gift to you the following vision:

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Quote: "inb4 Total War: The Binding of Isaac..."

"Heyyy'vrybody! 'N' to the 'orthernlion', Northernlion here. Wake up honey, new Isaac game just dropped - it's that Total War: Binding of Isaac game. I know, I know, calm down ya'll, I get it. I'm just checking it out, okay?"

[Stops at start

Foreword: Truth be told, there's absolutely nothing interesting about this story or scene at all. It wouldn't deserve to be written on purpose, but a few weeks back, a random comment about 'military waiting room televisions' reminded me of this little experience, compelling me to share it despite being deep in a thread that had nothing to do with stories or military experiences. I figured I should circle back to share it here too.

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I find myself suddenly brought back to a nearly-forgotten memory from years ago, of sitting around aimless in the waiting room of a bottom-bidder style 1970s-era single-story US Army dental facility. It was the kind of building that feels like it's construc

Editor's Note - This was originally written for and posted on r/childfree. I wasn't sure if anybody would even be interested in reading these experiences, but I was immediately proven to be sorely mistaken. Along the way, several people declared that not only does somebody like myself 'belong' in r/WitchesVsPatriarchy (they do be right tho), I should also absolutely share these observations with the cauldron-laden, spell-throwing denizens of this lovely forest.

...Who am I to disobey the demands of the Coven??

Content follows, unmodified from the original post.

Foreword: I'm barely sure why I feel compelled to share all this, and it might just be completely ridiculous or un

I don't just want to try to break my new sound system, I want to be confronted with drops/bass so mind-bendingly twisted that I find myself struggling not to impulsively smash my face through the nearest pane of glass without elaboration.

(Hybrid/fusion genres acceptable and encouraged, especially trap and metal-influenced tracks.)

I want to hear some drops and riffs so stupidly ridiculous that I impulsively smash my face through the nearest pane of glass without elaboration

I find myself suddenly brought back to a nearly-forgotten memory from years ago, of sitting around aimless in the waiting room of a bottom-bidder style 1970s-era single-story US Army dental facility. It was the kind of building that feels like it's constructed solely from materials cannibalized from refurbished trailer homes but somehow isn't, the kind of thing held together more by its inch thick layer of lazily reapplied interior paint than its nails. But it had air-conditioning, and that made it a palace.

I arrived hours early on purpose since doing a whole lot of nothing is superior to doing a whole lot of bullshit. I'm conscious only in the technical sense of the word, quietly squintin