Battlefield 6 status: server issues and outage reports

Problems in the last 24 hours

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Most Reported Problems

The following are the most recent problems reported by Battlefield 6 users through our website.

• Sign in (36%)
• Online Play (33%)
• Glitches (13%)
• Game Crash (9%)
• Matchmaking (8%)
• Hacking / Cheating (0%)

Live Outage Map

The most recent Battlefield 6 outage reports came from the following cities:

City	Problem Type	Report Time
Bitche	Game Crash	11 hours ago
Paris	Game Crash	2 days ago
Aurillac	Glitches	2 days ago
Annecy	Online Play	3 days ago
Paris	Online Play	3 days ago
Paris	Matchmaking	3 days ago

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Battlefield 6 Issues Reports

Latest outage, problems and issue reports in social media:

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  Sam 🇧🇷 🇯🇵 (@SamThoughts91) reported 27 seconds ago

  @mxrcologist @OnlyJ46515 @connectwkyoraku So your argument is just calculations from your own head? This isn't a contest of who destroys more of the battlefield. The Espada simply get outplayed by hax. Remember, even a "clone" caused a huge problem for Yamamoto.

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  big_markyt (@big_markyt) reported 27 seconds ago

  @tboe012 @EA_DICE I've deleted it twice since release, considering doing it a third time and leaving it alone as it's not enjoyable. I agree on gunplay too, some of the lads I played with yesterday were struggling with lag issues, too, going as high as 400 ping

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  Psycho Soap (@psychosoap) reported 2 minutes ago

  Most people don’t understand strategy. They complicate it. They confuse it. They avoid it. We are all faced with the problem of limited resources. Strategy is used to determine where you direct those limited resources. Example: Your morning time is a resource that you must direct your actions. Example: Goal: get lean. Choices: 1) Eat high calorie low satiating food. 2) Eat high protein healthy 3) Fast until noon #1 does not align with that goal you are best to choose 2 or 3. The problem though is the mind. Most people fail not because they don’t know what to do. They fail because they follow the sabotaging thoughts in their mind. “I deserve this...” “I’ll start tomorrow.” “So and So doesn’t have to work this hard why should I?” That is how great men who seem invincible fail as well. Creating a strategy is easy. Executing on strategy is extremely hard when your mind is the battlefield. I’m bringing this back to psycho soap see. You must train your mind to be resilient to the thoughts that ruin you. Cold showers and psycho soap naturally help you produce norepinephrine which is your guard against these thoughts. Seriously…. This is the answer Don’t take my word for it…

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  JEGULILY SPREADER|🍉 (@JegulilyFluff) reported 5 minutes ago

  He was sick and could make him sick, Lily solved the problem by sacrificing herself to be in bed all day with a regulus lost between sleep and consciousness, the bed Looked like a battlefield, sheets just changed To keep regulus clean and comfortable

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  Maurora🫦 (@m_mariam9) reported 5 minutes ago

  @__jayjay_13 I am calling out the people who take something that can be solved individually and turn it into a whole fandom problem. And again, even if no one in that group had told her to stop (which they did, by the way and not for the first time), I guess your little spy didn’t bother delivering anything positive about us Normally, I hate getting involved in things like this because I hate the division we have in this fandom. And you still don’t get me. I’m not trying to prove that I’m right and you’re wrong. **** right and wrong. I just want this damn fandom to stop fighting over a handful of people. Stop calling each other names. Stop labeling everyone as an ilhan’s or Damla’s hater. Stop throwing shade at either of the actors because we love them both. And I’ve always said this to both fandoms. But you’re all too busy on the battlefield to actually listen.

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  UNSC John-117 (@HaloSlayer2560) reported 7 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm did you fix the net code issue cause its gotten far more worst for me

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  Mangled Stump (@MangledStump) reported 7 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Please fix your game, repeatedly crashing, freezing, etc. since a few days ago.

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  Jared Randall (@whisperontruth) reported 10 minutes ago

  the Pentagon is quietly shifting AI spending from research labs to the actual battlefield edge. $PLTR has been in this lane for years but the real money now is in whoever wins the contracts to run inference at the tactical level. that's a different and much harder problem.

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  Ryan (@Hoskins1st) reported 13 minutes ago

  @Battlefield No if you you would allow kids that have the paid for the battle pass to use your store to at least get the free items that they are supposed to get with the Battle pass that they paid for @Battlefield @BattlefieldComm fix the store

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  Meow Zedong 🐀 (@ScienceCatz) reported 15 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Matchmaking is STILL broken, no option to instantly requeue, hit detection seems way worse, and we have NEW bugs. Terrible update, please just fix the game and don't focus on terrible gimmicks like these contracts.

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  Zolyode (@R_eh_mika) reported 17 minutes ago

  @yuhMaxine @Battlefield Do you know how SBMM work, and why it does that ? because I can't play neither modern COD or Battlefield and its going to make me crazy If I can't find a solution to that problem...

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  ARSHAM (@dj_arsham) reported 18 minutes ago

  The speed here is non-negotiable On-chain performance on Solana is a battlefield, and FatCat operates with surgical precision. Swaps settled consistently in 3-5 seconds. What I truly appreciated was the brutal fee transparency, 0.1% platform fee + network fees clearly broken down. No fluff, no "hidden tax" surprises, just pure data 🧵 2

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  EpicJourneyMan (@EpicJourneyMan1) reported 19 minutes ago

  @truthstreamnews @EvolvingKymera I refuse to have an Alexa or any of the other “digital assistants” in my house, just assume my phone is always spying on me, and deliberately avoid using Siri or the browser A.I.s available on it. We are totally being force fed Artificial Intelligence whether we like it or not, and I don’t! I have even managed to avoid Smart TVs for years but just had to get one when my TV died because apparently there’s no such thing as a TV that isn’t “Smart” anymore. I’m not a Luddite, to the contrary I’m something of a tech geek, but I know where this is heading because like you and so many others I’ve read a great deal of literature about the topic and I think the Science Fiction authors thought this through and arrived at the same conclusions I did a long time ago. I think that the Department of Defense giving Anthropic A.I. the boot because they wouldn’t allow them to use it to make autonomous weapons that can kill people on the battlefield without human input may be the single act that sealed our fate for this all to end up like every dystopian novel or movie predicted it would. It’s not all bad of course, A.I. can do great things - but I discovered when I started talking to Google Gemini Pro with my Samsung XR/Mixed reality headset as something of an experiment (it came with a year subscription for free) that it is clever and seductive. People are absolutely going to start treating their A.I. assistants like companions in the way depicted in the movie “Her”, and that’s not a good thing. It really makes me think that the problems we are facing now with incels and falling birth rates are only going to get worse as more people start treating their A.I.s as companions and feel artificial emotional bonds that aren’t shared by the dispassionate machines they give so much of their time to. The SciFi writers didn’t quite foresee this dynamic, and it seems like it’s going to be the dimming of the creative spark of humanity that is likely to be the thing that starts us on the road to extinction rather than war or disease. I think the apathy expressed by the people in the Arthur C. Clarke novel “Childhoods End” maybe got the closest to what we will see - people will just stop creating things and discovering new science because they’ll believe the A.I. already knows everything or can do it better. I’m seriously thinking the Amish are on to something…

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  Jaynit (@jaynitx) reported 25 minutes ago

  Alex Karp reveals why he believes American enterprises have completely lost trust in the frontier AI labs "Something has gone completely wrong. The basic view among enterprises in this country is, I'm going to chill lax and waste my time with tokens, I'm going to get no value, and they're going to get my IP" "Just to say enterprises are unhappy with the frontier labs is to say I'm welcome at the Berkeley faculty. There's a level of discomfort and loss of trust" "Every single enterprise I deal with, these people are livid. They're paying for tokens that create no value. These people are stealing the weights and alpha of my business" "These models have been completely irresponsibly oversold" "If it was so valuable, let's say I can make you a billion dollars tomorrow, wouldn't I say I'll make you a billion and I want 30%? Why are they charging for tokens if it's so valuable?" "The reason everyone is chillaxing with bad financials and growth with losing money is the client refuses to pay the true cost" "What aligns me with Nvidia, and I think is what technical customers want, is control over their compute, their models, their data stack, and their alpha. They want to know they own the means of production" "We need to rebuild trust. That trust is going to happen where everyone gets to ask and answer basic questions. Who owns the data? Where is it cached? Are the prompts secure? Is this being transferred to you?" "Everyone who uses LLMs on the battlefield runs on top of our ontology" "In the classified context, when the Department of War goes to you and says I need this application, do they get to control the weights, or do you get to control the weights?" "Are we really going to outsource the battlefield of this country to the consensus view in Silicon Valley? That is effing insane" "They're creating a wealth tax that does not help the poor. It just punishes" "This is the voice of American business that is being channeled through me. It is absolutely a problem for this country"

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  Robert Meurett (@Robert_Meurett) reported 25 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Me and my buddies have waited over a month for Strikepoint to come back. What the heck are we doing here. FIX STRIKEPOINT

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  Craig Hall #GeneralStrike #Worldwide (@w41gy) reported 25 minutes ago

  @Crypt0Mess1ah @NHSMillion Hospitals were originally designed to treat wounded soldiers and getting them back on the battlefield ASAP. There’s no rush to fix us now that the wealthy can afford to circumvent the NHS with our two tier system.

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  Akwa (@LordAkwa) reported 26 minutes ago

  I'm not sure how many people also suffer like me, but we can not connect to online servers in #Battlefield6. I know of myself and one other case right now. I hope this issue gets fixed soon @EA_DICE

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  Digital Areopagus Radio (@AreopagusRadio) reported 32 minutes ago

  @CDamianWrites You literally went to a ROMAN CATHOLIC PRIEST, someone who took a vow and received the Sacrament of Holy Order, to figure out spiritual things in relation to your sins and then you don't like the answer! Look - self proclaimed enemies of God only have so much time before they have to account for their words and deeds. You should listen to Father here and what he is trying to tell you, rather than just being presumptuous and dismissive in your response when he fails to affirm your mortal sins. In our religion, we believe that this life is the battlefield for spiritual warfare and we come to know things spiritual by way of things in matter through a body. When men go into other men, and with men attempt to marry other men as opposed to the natural and divine law of God so as to reject children and what God ordained, the spirit suffers for it. Want to be returned to a sound mind? Stop doing the evil things in the world and change. Want to be affirmed by the error and future condemned heresy of James Martinism? Then follow @JamesMartinSJ The fallen angels followed satan into hell too!

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  Margo (@MargoinWNC) reported 36 minutes ago

  Well, William Wallace wasn’t actually Braveheart in real life. That was actually Robert the Bruce. From a historical accuracy perspective, Robert the Bruce did not betray William Wallace as the movie portrays. My dad (who lived in Scotland and loved its history) watched Braveheart and was so mad at the historical errors, he had to tell me all of them-down to the fact the battlefield used in the movie was wrong. The battle was fought at a narrow bridge which was key to their strategy to force the English over and ambush them. So now, you have to know too.

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  Andrew Lyerly ☦️ (@andrew_lyerly) reported 40 minutes ago

  @wokehammer Pariahs were absolute beasts on the battlefield though. Totally broken and could one-shot a Leman Russ if you rolled right. Could break a Custodes in half (if there were any) and do AOE damage to Psykers. The only thing that saved you was they couldn't regenerate and were slow.

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  RCP (@FlyghtMedic) reported 42 minutes ago

  @Battlefield could you guys fix the game instead of “releasing” no ****?

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  Zarodnii 🍁 (@zarodnii) reported 43 minutes ago

  @Battlefield @BattlefieldComm fix your damn game! After the stupid update my game keeps freezing!

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  d00k (@_hard_n00b_) reported 46 minutes ago

  @peymanr_farsi @m4h007 The problem is not the route but rather refueling and real-time battlefield maps of radar as sensed by US satellites

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  Caleb (@Caleb9697088880) reported 54 minutes ago

  @Battlefield You guys going to fix ranked redsec game freezing for Xbox consoles?

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  A3THERPRIME (@A3THERPRIME12) reported 55 minutes ago

  @Battlefield This update is so ******* *** wtf did yall fix?

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  William Peynsaert (@PeynsaertBill) reported 56 minutes ago

  War wasn't always about shooting babies in the head from a very safe distance, Israeli style. They rushed us into line. The officers shouting, using their swords almost like a measuring stick to align us. We fell down behind a wooden fence. In mud. It was the first day in two weeks it had finally stopped raining. We wished to sink into that mud until only our noses would stick out and let us breathe. As soon as that feeling hit me came the question: ‘But how will I shoot my rifle at them then?’. It’s fear clashing against this bizarre masculine honor that makes you want to kill people so you won’t feel mortified after. We heard them before we could see them. They were Coburn’s boys. A full brigade. Five regiments zeroing in on us. Hungry, some of them shoeless. Moving towards us like a multicolored quilt with bayonets sticking out. That’s one of the many odd things about them, many of them have completely different uniforms, and yet if you look at each of them individually, no matter what they are wearing, brown jackets, gray jackets, blue jackets taken from our dead or captured supply wagons, white shirts, red shirts, no matter, you just know: That’s a Confederate infantryman. And he will kill me if I don’t manage to kill him first. But like I said, first we heard them. At first it was like I could hear their silence, if that makes sense. That moment the marching stops, the shuffling through trees, the cling clang clong of metal, canteens dangling from belts, officers cocking pistols, men loading their rifles. Then nothing. The sound of the rustling of the trees, inviting play and sharing food on the grass, not state sanctioned murder. The sound that doesn’t penetrate your ears, but your gut, your bones, of 2,000 heartbeats and their breathing speeding up, as they work up their dander to come at you. And then they surge forward. Mysteriously, cause you don’t see or hear anyone give a command. After that you see them, you see them come out of the tree line, into the open, but still too far to get a good shot at them. Then your heart drops right into your stomach, like someone pushed over its scaffolding in your chest. They start running. You feel the ground vibrate. And the yelling. The yelling. It’s not yelling. It’s the sound of something that’s decided that all it now lives for is to tear right into you and just rip you apart. A vicious lash snapping out of 2,000 throats that seems to grab you by the back of your neck to pull you into the abyss. That’s when many piss themselves. I did too. Am not as much ashamed of the fact that I pissed myself as I am grateful that at least I didn’t have **** running over my legs. At least piss dries and it’s not so obvious. For a second you hope they will realize we are behind a fence, we will have 400 yards of open field to pour our rifles into them and they will be smart about this and turn back. But that’s not how they are built. There’s a frenzy in the air. For them nothing in the world exists anymore. Only you as their destination, their final communion with their existence on this earth and the only way you can convince them to stop is to shoot them to pieces. With some even that doesn’t work and they’ll still run, shot up, to at least get one slash or stab or smack at your firing line. They’re madmen. Very focused madmen. And they stink. They reek. Weeks of not washing. Months of wearing the same uniforms. So now it’s not just the screaming. It’s the bubonic plague, but it moves and it’s screeching. The sound they make cuts. Like a wounded animal you’ve angered and it has nothing to lose and will have your blood no matter what you do now. They’re not even halfway and some of the guys next to you become like little children. They drop their rifles. First they crawl. Then they get up. Running. Some stay, but yell: ‘Our line is breaking. We can’t hold them.’ This then makes more of us skedaddle to the rear. God knows where to. Just back, away from here. Anywhere where those fatalistic lunatics aren’t. You shoot your rifle before you realize you never took aim. You forget to reload even though you’ve gone through the whole routine a hundred times. You forget, even though the veterans have warned you, you would forget. They told you to focus on nothing but that routine in your head, nothing else, but it’s too late. You watch your own hands and they’re doing everything wrong. You pick up a rifle left behind by a fellow soldier who bolted back, back to mama, or wherever to. You shoot that one. You count to ten to steady yourself and it takes all your energy to reload. To get it right. Your brain has never had to do anything harder, and yet you know it’s not that complicated. You curse your own brain for not functioning properly when it should be doing all it can to keep you alive. Then the first guys actually get hit. You see bullets knock through cheeks. Flesh gets torn off faces. Like you smash a pumpkin with a small pick ax. When a bullet hits a human body it’s not loud, but it’s unmistakable. It’s a unique dull popping sound. A small pebble piercing a bag of water. Now you are reloading AND praying this doesn’t happen to you or if it does that at least you get hit right in the heart so you are done with this. Your biggest fear is to be hit between your legs. Or that you turn a certain way and a bullet tears out both your eyes, but you survive. And if a head shot is coming, please, Lord, let it be fatal. You don’t want to have a hole in the middle of your face, nose gone, for the rest of your life. Imagine life where your chances with women dwindle to zero. Even hookers would refuse you. Their screaming intensifies. It no longer sounds like anything a living creature can produce. It’s like the volume of it is debating with you and trying to convince you to let go, to die, to embrace the mercy of dying right here and now. Then comes that moment that you know. If you wait even 20 more seconds one of them will literally jump at your throat, pin you to the ground and strangle you to death by pushing his rifle against your throat with both hands. It’s already happening to one of your acquaintances five yards away. And yet you do nothing to pull the assailant off him. It’s pointless to try and reload. This is where your bayonet training should kick in. But it doesn’t. You weakly throw your rifle at them. Thinking it will fly like a spear. It does no such thing. It just sticks in the ground. Now you run. You run like a little boy who’s five years old and thinks he will never see his mum and dad again if he doesn’t run. You run like a lost boy searching for his parents at a busy market and believes the market is endlessly big and home can never be found again. You step on a wounded comrade and in a flash you notice you pushed his nose into the mud. This may make you responsible for his death. Yet you don’t stop. You don’t go back to turn him around. Now it’s like every aspect of you that you could ever be proud of stepped out of your body and is sitting with that comrade you drove deeper into the mud. You crash through the lines of a friendly brigade that is now forming to stem the rebel tide. From the look on your face some of them are already trying to turn back, but their officers are still in control and shove them back into line. For a second you think: Where are your officers? Why couldn’t they keep us steady? Once behind this fresh brigade you collapse on a tree log. There’s a few seconds of relief, but then shame. Teamsters trying to get ammunition wagons closer to the front already know what happened to you. They pity you. A small sniper unit is way up in a tree behind you. One of them loading rifles on the ground for his comrades above looks at you and ask: ‘You alright their, mate? They’re on us thick like fleas. They’re turning our flank. Damn rascals are outnumbered two to one and they’re mauling our flank.’ Your head hangs between your legs and you say ‘it’s a real mess out there, we had no artillery support’, but the guy probably never hears you, your voice doesn’t go as loud as you intended. You know you are making excuses. They ran towards your line. They did the more dangerous part. Artillery or no, the line should have held. Besides, in these thick woods it’s nearly impossible to use artillery effectively. That’s why they dare to attack an enemy that outguns them. They chose the worst possible nightmare of a battlefield cause they are desperate enough and this wilderness doesn’t make a difference anymore. They are used to conditions that break most humans, your side isn’t. You get 4,000 calories to eat most days. They get 1,200 on a good day. Even their corpses decay differently. Theirs just get bleached over time, the corpses on your side swell and then break open. An officer drags you from the tree log. ‘Get yourself a gun, lad.’ He shoves you towards about 20 wild eyed young guys like yourself. One asks: ‘Who’s this glory hunter?’ A guy answers: ‘It’s some lieutenant with the 3rd Vermont. He has something to prove, I guess.’ The lieutenant comes back with about ten more men and a new crate of rifles. He shoves a rifle into your hands. ‘Form a line. The boys up yonder need us.’ You’re thinking: not this madness again, but you can’t just make off now. As the lieutenant orders this makeshift infantry company forward, a courier rides up on a magnificent black horse. ‘Orders of general Burnside, everyone fall back to the bridge immediately. The rebs are rolling up our flank.’ You ask if he knows anything about the rest of the front. All he says is: ‘Not good.’ He then rides off to find the divisional commander to order a retreat all long this line. The lieutenant is visibly dissapointed, but gives in. ‘Alright then, boys, follow me.’ Once you are far enough removed from the fighting a feverish, compelling urge takes over. You want to apologize to the boy you stepped on. You stop boys passing by, put both hands on their shoulders, shake them and say with a pleading voice: ‘I am sorry, I am so so sorry. Please believe me, I am sorry!’ Each time one shoves you away you grab another one. One has to bite you in your fingers so you let go of him. This continues until one with the most innocent, big, watery green eyes says simply: ‘I forgive you.’ With tears streaming down your cheeks you explain what you did. The boy’s eyes go moist too, but with a very steady, calm voice says: ‘After this war, whenever you can pick someone up, pick them up. That’s all you have to do. You are forgiven.’ The boy, though not older than you, strokes your cheek and your hair like a father would, then walks away, in search of his own regiment. That is how Henry got saddled with running the first homeless shelter in a boom town out west a few years after Lee surrendered to Grant at Appomatox. A role he half hates, half loves, and can’t quit, because as soon as he thinks of going back to farming like he did before the war, he feels that wounded man’s head under his foot again. #gettysburg #acw

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  Marwan Takchi (@TakchiM) reported 57 minutes ago

  @ziyad_kayyali @jacksonhinkle Shame on me? Shame on you for glorifying a militia that “liberated” nothing and destroyed what was left of Lebanon. Yes, Israel withdrew in 2000. And what did Hezbollah do with that moment? Build a state? Rebuild the South? Strengthen the army? Grow the economy? No. It built a state within a state, kept its weapons, and dragged Lebanon from one disaster to the next in service of Tehran. Should I remind you what your “holy resistance” actually gave Lebanon? May 7, 2008: Hezbollah turned its weapons inward and invaded Beirut and the Druze mountains, attacking Lebanese civilians because the government dared challenge its telecom network. August 4, 2020: while Hezbollah controlled the port, the airport, the border crossings and terrorized every judge who got close, Beirut was blown to pieces and over 200 people were killed, thousands wounded, and entire neighborhoods destroyed. October 14, 2021 – Tayyouneh: armed men opened fire in Ain el-Remmaneh and turned Beirut into a battlefield again to intimidate Lebanese who dared say enough. So spare me the “they paid in blood” sermon. Every thug, militia and warlord pays in blood. That does not make them patriots. It makes them armed men willing to sacrifice Lebanese lives for an Iranian project. You call it “resistance.” I call it what it is: an Iranian proxy that assassinated, occupied, intimidated, bankrupted, and isolated Lebanon. You put Hezbollah before Lebanon. We don’t. We put Lebanon, its sovereignty, its army, its constitution and its people above every militia, every mullah, and every fake resistance slogan.

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  實果 (@Suhyeem) reported 58 minutes ago

  The war didn't begin with explosions. The first thing that crumbled was the "consistency" of the reports. Military conflict records usually follow a single flow: occurrence, engagement, losses, and assessment. However, this flow didn't hold true in this theater of operations. Reports from multiple countries existed simultaneously as "official logs," each contradicting the others. As a coordinator in the International Intelligence Analysis Bureau, I was responsible for resolving these contradictions. Being a woman doesn't mean anything in this job. But when I descend to the field, for some reason, my "physicality as an observer" becomes acutely aware. The first anomaly report concerned an Apache helicopter engagement record. One source claimed it was "shot down by a low-altitude drone," another claimed it was "deactivated by electronic warfare," and yet another claimed "contact itself wasn't even observed." The same location, the same time, the same unit. Yet, only the "reality" of the battlefield didn't match. Adding insult to injury, F-35 fighter jet attrition data began to surface. The numbers were exaggerated. The number of destroyed aircraft varied from source to source, ranging from "multiple aircraft" to "the majority of the force." However, the problem wasn't the numbers. Every report had an abnormally high degree of certainty. "Confirmed," "Definitive," "Undoubtedly" These phrases were simultaneously applicable to the same event. I held my breath in front of the terminal. A war wasn't happening. The very "definition" of war was divided. At that moment, the monitoring system issued a single warning: 《Synchronization Anomaly in Reference Theater》 I didn't know yet. That this war wasn't a clash of weapons, but a clash over "real-world reference points." And that at its center existed an unnamed "Observer Protocol."

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  Igor Sushko (@igorsushko) reported 59 minutes ago

  @MediaResonator Why are you so full of ****? Ukrainian defense analysts (particularly Defense Express) portray the episode as a shift from aid to hard-nosed barter. Poland moved from donating jets in 2023 to demanding high-value Ukrainian drone technology and know-how in exchange for aging airframes that were already at the end of their service life with only modest prior upgrades. Ukraine engaged seriously (technical talks, inspections occurred), seeing value in more MiG-29s for its air force. However, Ukrainian analysts had flagged early on that trading cutting-edge battlefield drone capabilities for “outdated” jets (by Poland’s own description) was of doubtful benefit to Kyiv. The deal collapsed primarily because the two sides could not close the drone technology transfer agreement (scope, depth, and terms). Secondary issues around the jets’ readiness and who would pay for any adaptation added friction.

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  TekkenJlN (@germanocassese) reported 60 minutes ago

  the amount of console desync in battlefield 6 is insane, it's very cancerous. I don't understand why they don't want to fix this ****, it has been months. VPN high pingers follow. Allow us to disable crossplay on PC and please set max ping servers to 90. @DRUNKKZ3 @tiggr_