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  Kurumsal Koala 🐨 (@KurumsalKoala) reported 3 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm You have a high ping issue guys. High ping players sonehow has advantage. 130 Ping players top the table against 15 ping players. Something works as it should not.

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  steadygoing (@steadygoing) reported 4 minutes ago

  2/10 A subject becomes serious when it is forced to expose a problem beneath its name. In this case, the question is not “AI and writing.” The question is: what is the human function when production is no longer scarce? More precisely: how does a person remain an author when the text can be generated before he has earned it? The operator’s first achievement is therefore not a sentence, but a clarification of the battlefield. He must know what the essay is not about. Without exclusion, the machine will produce coverage instead of thought. A topic becomes a work only when it has been narrowed to a necessity. III. Literature as Resistance The second operation is confrontation with literature. Literature is not ornament. It is not a display cabinet of names placed behind an argument to make it appear educated. It is resistance. It tells the operator which formulations are already available, which concepts have become lazy, which anxieties are inherited, which distinctions are too coarse, and where an opening remains. In the present case, the relevant background is not only contemporary commentary on AI writing. That would be too narrow. The problem touches older questions: writing as a technology of consciousness; the relation between inscription and thought; tacit knowledge; craft and revision; computation and judgment; bullshit as language detached from truth; institutional dependence on documents; the social performance of competence. The operator does not collect these literatures in order to obey them. He uses them to locate the point at which they are insufficient. Ong and Goody help show that writing is not mere recording but an organizer of consciousness and classification. Polanyi clarifies why explicit text cannot exhaust tacit competence. Weizenbaum warns against the confusion of computation with judgment. Frankfurt helps identify language indifferent to truth. Sennett gives the craft dimension: correction, resistance, form. Writing studies reminds us that composition was never merely final product but process, revision, audience, genre, and control. But these literatures do not by themselves deliver the governing claim. They provide elements. The operator must find the axis that organizes them. That axis is the relocation of authorship. AI does not merely assist writing. It decomposes writing into operations and forces the human being to occupy the level of command. The author becomes responsible less for manual production than for the ordered passage through topic, literature, angle, structure, generation, criticism, verification, refusal, and defence. Literature, used properly, does not enlarge the essay by accumulation. It sharpens the essay by resistance. IV. The Angle The decisive intellectual act is the selection of the angle. A topic can be handled indefinitely. An angle forces direction. It says: of all possible ways of treating this subject, this is the level at which it becomes most revealing. The angle is not a decorative phrase. It is the governing cut. “AI and writing” remains too loose. “AI makes writing easier” is too obvious. “AI produces fluent but possibly empty text” is also too obvious. The stronger angle is this: AI shifts the author from producer of text to operator of the process by which text becomes defensible thought. This angle changes the essay. It prevents it from becoming a complaint about machine prose. It prevents it from becoming a policy essay about academic cheating. It prevents it from becoming a technical discussion of prompting. It relocates the subject in the human being’s changed position.

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  B (@Talo_Hex) reported 5 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Thank god, now fix the netcode.

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  I_Pickle_YouYT (@I_Pickle_You) reported 6 minutes ago

  @SaidMilan7 @Luke86072210 2. Towards the end of the life cycle, the game still had flaws, thats unavoidable, but there were a lot of good aspects within the game and fewer flaws, battlefield 6 in current state mostly consists of flaws and issues, im not claiming the game wont or cant be good

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  Ben Taber (@Bennyfofa) reported 8 minutes ago

  That's enough bullshit @Battlefield for one night. Appreciate all the lost fights over and over and over again after a server crash!

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  Matthew Lee (@MattxL84) reported 9 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm For me i keep on constantly hearing broken vehicles sound , like the sound when the vehicle is about to blow up

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  Shanaka Anslem Perera ⚡ (@shanaka86) reported 10 minutes ago

  On Wednesday, Anthropic told 50,000 contractors across 56 countries to start using Claude. On Friday, the United States government told Anthropic that no foreign national on earth was allowed to touch its two most powerful models. Same company. Same week. Read the two announcements back to back and you are watching the global AI economy and the national security state collide in real time. Here is what actually happened, stripped of the panic. The models are Fable 5 and Mythos 5, the most capable systems Anthropic has ever shipped, live for three days. At 5:21 on Friday evening, Commerce Secretary Howard Lutnick sent an export control directive citing national security. It barred access by any foreign national, inside or outside the United States, including Anthropic’s own foreign-national employees. Because a company cannot reliably sort its users by citizenship in real time, the only way to comply was to switch the models off for everyone, everywhere. The most advanced public AI on earth went dark worldwide because of a clause in a letter. The internet immediately decided this meant green-card holders, including a famous foreign-born researcher, were locked out of their own lab’s models. That part is almost certainly wrong, and the error matters. Under the same export law the directive draws on, a green-card holder is a US person, not a foreign national, and the deemed-export rule explicitly does not apply to permanent residents. The people actually swept up are visa holders. H-1Bs. The engineers on temporary status who hold up a huge share of every American AI lab. Now hold the two announcements together and the absurdity sharpens. The trigger, by Anthropic’s own account, was a single demonstration where the model was asked to read a codebase and fix its flaws, and it surfaced a handful of previously known, minor vulnerabilities. That is the capability. Finding bugs in code, the thing defenders do every day, the same kind of work a researcher used two weeks ago to catch a four-year-old hole in Zcash before it could be drained. Anthropic says the identical task runs on OpenAI’s GPT-5.5, which sits under no control at all. One lab’s model is pulled from the entire planet. A rival’s model, doing the same thing, stays online. This is the contradiction the United States has not resolved and is now living inside. It wants its champion labs to win the world, so it blesses a deal to push Claude to 50,000 workers across 56 countries. It wants those same models treated as munitions, so it bars every foreign national from the strongest ones. You cannot run an export regime built for physical weapons and classified blueprints on a product used by hundreds of millions of people in every country at once. The two goals are now openly at war, and a frontier model is the battlefield. Step back and the pattern is the one that keeps repeating. A zero-knowledge proof hid a four-year flaw. A clean audit hid a redemption gate. And an export rule written for missiles turns out to have no clean answer for who, inside a global company, is even allowed to use the software. The safest lab in AI shipped its most powerful model, signed its biggest global deal, and got that model switched off by its own government in the same week, over a bug-finding trick a competitor runs untouched. Anthropic calls it a misunderstanding and says it is working to restore access. As of now the models are dark, the contradiction is not, and the kill switch turned out to belong to the state.

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  SoyUnBot4l3x (@CCSboyHen) reported 10 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Last night some idiots were exploiting a glitch in Bazaar. They were out of bounds in the sky above the E flag. PLEASE FIX

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  Sammi🦋 (@StoriesBySammi) reported 10 minutes ago

  The U.S. government just made a land deal with the world's first trillionaire. Not a sale. A trade. Because apparently that's how we do things now. 715 acres of the Lower Rio Grande Valley National Wildlife Refuge - built by Congress in 1979 to protect one of the most biodiverse wildlife corridors left in North America - handed to SpaceX. Endangered ocelots. Aplomado falcons. Piping plovers. Land the Carrizo/Comecrudo Nation of Texas has called sacred since long before there was a United States. SpaceX built a rocket launch site next door. Then came the explosions. Concrete and metal hurled six miles across refuge land. A 2024 study found that after one launch, every single monitored shorebird nest near the site suffered egg damage or loss. The Fish and Wildlife Service's response was not enforcement. It was a land swap. FOIA documents show internal planning for this transfer started as early as April 2025 - while Musk was running DOGE and threatening to fire federal workers who didn't justify their jobs to him. The agency developed what they called "the most expedited schedule possible" to get it done. Part of what's being handed over includes the Palmito Ranch Battlefield - the site of the last battle of the Civil War. A National Historic Landmark. Once transferred, SpaceX can restrict public access whenever they want. 25,000+ people submitted public comments. Most opposed the deal. The government moved forward anyway. A coalition of tribal and conservation groups filed a federal lawsuit this week to stop it. Because someone has to. Why are we cutting real estate deals with a trillionaire when we could have just made him pay for it? #DemsUnited

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  RICO TO TREASON (@F1sT) reported 11 minutes ago

  I mean think about it? Battlefield only has 1.5 million real time users Call of Duty® has 5 million real time users. If slow moving games were a big thing didn't battlefield would have more real time users than it has right now this whole thing of going backwards and less movement is a lie and the numbers prove that I mean look at Fortnite has 15 million I don't care what people think and say that it's a kitty game that's who buys and spends money and that's the problem with infinity award everybody's over 55. And that's why you're getting a slow pace game because they're the ones that are playing it they're the ones that are testing it so if that's what you're gonna get an old person's game.

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  Javier. (@smesh_szn) reported 12 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Please fix the black screen. Also, I can't access to settings when I'm in the shooting range for some reason. It's bugged.

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  Miny Boy (@miny_boy) reported 13 minutes ago

  Session Thirteen: The Day Gnomesguard Became the Dungeon Boss The party had technically been attempting a long rest, but after a portal, nearly dying in a dungeon full of werejackals, zombies, carnivorous plants, and Gwyane's decision making, they found themselves settling for a short rest instead during the long rest. Everyone was battered, bruised, exhausted, and questioning why they kept agreeing to go in the portal in the first place. The room was relatively secure. Relatively. Every few minutes a scratching noise echoed from somewhere beyond one of the nearby doors. Long claws dragged against stone. Something shuffled around out there in the darkness. Nobody volunteered to investigate. "Good news," Kai announced while leaning against a wall and cleaning blood off his sword. "Whatever that is, it's someone else's problem for another hour." Nobody argued. Instead the group settled into one of those strange adventuring conversations that somehow always occurred immediately after life-threatening combat. The discussion somehow turned toward size-changing magic. Arcades pointed toward the corpse of the massive werejackal lying nearby. "I still don't understand how Kai pushed that thing around." "It was momentum," Kai explained. "It was physics." "It was stupidity," Gwyane corrected. Kai nodded. "That too." Rashare scratched at one of his ears. "No normal creature that size should move that easily." Kai immediately had an answer. "Hollow bones." Everyone stared. "What?" "The thing had hollow bones." "It was a giant werejackal." "Hollow. Bones." Arcades looked unconvinced. Gnomesguard looked offended. Goto simply looked entertained. Kai crossed his arms. "You explain it then." Nobody could. Thus hollow bones became the official explanation. Meanwhile Goto had found a quiet corner and was practicing the strange spectral magic he had used during the battle. Ghostly hands flickered into existence around him before fading away again. Arcades watched curiously. "So how exactly does that work?" Goto wiggled his fingers. The transparent hands mimicked the motion. "Ghost magic." Arcades nodded slowly. "That doesn't explain anything." "It explains everything." Kai immediately became suspicious. The fighter stared at the floating hands. Then stared at Goto. Then stared at the floating hands again. "You sound exactly like Dutchman." The room became quiet. "Excuse me?" Goto asked. "You use weird magic." "Yes." "You say strange things." "Reasonable." "You explain nothing." "Correct." Kai pointed dramatically. "Druid." The table erupted. The DM nearly fell out of his chair laughing. Gnomesguard physically slapped himself across the face with a metal hand. Goto adjusted his top hat. "I am not a druid." "You sure?" "Very." "Because that's exactly what a druid would say." Goto sighed. "I am magical." Kai nodded. "Suspicious." "I am sneaky." "More suspicious." "I am not a druid." "The jury is still out." After an hour of healing, arguing, and recovering from near death, the group turned their attention back toward the dungeon. The scratching beyond the door continued. Whatever waited out there clearly wasn't leaving. They needed a plan. Kai immediately suggested fire. Goto immediately suggested ball bearings and more fire. Rashare had a better idea. The ranger pulled out his remaining Scroll of Ensnare. "We trap him." Everyone immediately agreed. The preparations began. Rashare carefully positioned the magical trap. Kai stood to one side of the doorway with a crossbow ready. Arcades positioned himself on the other side. Goto vanished behind the door with a knife in hand. Gwyane prepared for his most important role in the party. Opening doors. Gnomesguard proudly contributed absolutely nothing. "I am observing." "You are hiding." "Observation." Everything was ready. Gwyane reached for the handle. The party held their breath. The door opened. The zombie creature charged. The trap activated. Vines exploded upward from the floor. The zombie was immediately yanked into the air and left dangling upside down like the world's ugliest piñata. Before it could even react, Goto struck. Critical hit. The knife punched straight into its neck. The creature twitched once. Then stopped moving. Dead. Everyone lowered their weapons. The entire ambush had lasted roughly three seconds. Kai approached the body. Goto followed. The two stared down at the corpse. "Think that's Dutchman?" Goto asked. Kai crouched beside it. The fighter examined the corpse carefully. Then shook his head. "Dammit." "What?" "I don't think so." The group gathered around. Rashare looked over the body. "How can you tell?" Kai pointed. "Dutchman is blue." "True." "Short." "True." "Annoying." "Very true." Kai shrugged. "This thing only has one of those." Rashare folded his arms. "Maybe dead deep dwarves become pale." Kai blinked. "...what?" "You admitted you zoned out during Dutchman's anatomy lessons." "That's true." "So maybe they get longer and paler after death." Kai stared. Thought about it. Then pointed. "You know what? That's stupid enough to possibly be true." Nobody actually knew. The mystery remained unsolved. Beyond the corpse lay another passageway. A long hallway stretched forward before ending at a staircase descending into darkness. Gnomesguard's eyes immediately widened. "I HAVE AN IDEA." Everyone groaned. The autognome reached into his pack. Produced the bedroll. And jumped onto it. "No." "Yes." "No." "YES." Before anyone could stop him, Gnomesguard launched himself down the stairs like a tiny metallic sled. The screams echoed all the way down. Kai immediately shoved everyone aside. "I'm not missing this." His fish-like wings unfolded. The fighter leapt after the autognome and began gliding downward. Unfortunately he was a little too late. By the time he arrived… CRASH. Gnomesguard had already slammed into the bottom. Kai landed beside the wreckage. His disappointment was immeasurable. "I missed it." The rest of the party slowly descended. Boringly. Safely. Like responsible adventurers. Losers. At the bottom they discovered a massive arena. Rows of stone seating surrounded a gigantic combat pit. The place felt ancient. Forgotten. Built for blood. Rashare stopped moving. The ranger stared across the battlefield. Memories surfaced. Steel. Crowds. Chains. The roar of spectators. The smell of blood. For a brief moment he wasn't standing in a dungeon. He was back in the pits. Back where he had fought for survival. Back where people cheered while others died. Kai noticed immediately. Without saying much, he stepped beside Rashare and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey." The halfling looked up. Kai nodded toward the floor. "Just breathe." Rashare took a breath. Then another. The memories slowly faded. "We're here. Take a seat if you have to." Rashare smiled weakly. "Thanks." The others explored. Kai searched under the seats. No gum. His disappointment continued. Goto checked every nearby door. All locked. Then they noticed the throne. High above the arena sat a large chair overlooking everything. It looked wrong. The stone didn't match. The architecture didn't match. The entire structure felt foreign. Ancient. Different. Gnomesguard immediately sprinted toward it. The player still remembered the flesh throne from the previous campaign. His dreams of sitting in suspicious chairs had returned. The autognome climbed up and sat down. Nothing happened. Then he noticed the buttons. Hundreds of buttons. His eyes widened. "Oh no." "Oh yes." As he began pressing controls, forgotten memories surfaced. Alien technology. Ancient machinery. A crashed spacecraft disguised as architecture. Three eyed data-mining aliens. Mind thieves. Experimenters. The arena had never been a gladiator pit. It had been a testing facility. An entertainment center. A laboratory. And Gnomesguard was now operating the controls. Which was objectively terrifying. Meanwhile Rashare examined the arena floor. The terrain wasn't natural. Large hills. Deep pits. Hidden mechanisms. Trap doors. Something had been designed here. Something dangerous. Then Gnomesguard pressed another button. The ground immediately shook. Everyone rolled Dexterity saves. Kai failed. Gwyane failed. Both disappeared into newly opened pits. Their screams echoed through the arena. Kai climbed out covered in dust. "What is the bright idea, chrome dome?!" Gnomesguard looked genuinely apologetic. "There are many buttons." "STOP PRESSING THEM." "I need a map!" Then another button activated. A hidden trapdoor opened near the center of the arena. The group approached cautiously. Rashare tossed a stone into the darkness below. The sound continued. And continued. And continued. Eventually… *clack.* The DM sighed. "You rolled a natural twenty, didn't you?" Rashare smiled. The DM continued. "You somehow know it is exactly one hundred and twenty feet deep, there are spikes at the bottom, several corpses, and apparently their social security numbers." The table lost it. Kai peered into the darkness. His wings twitched. “I can glide down there." The fighter thought for a moment. "Problem is getting back up." A rope would solve that. But if they used a rope, gliding down became pointless. And Kai was not willing to sacrifice style for practicality. Not yet. Not in front of an audience. The dungeon had already proven itself to be a place designed by either a mad genius or someone who genuinely hated adventurers, and unfortunately for everyone involved, Gnomesguard had just been handed access to the controls. The results were exactly as catastrophic as one might expect. Another tremor ripped through the ancient arena complex, sending dust raining from the ceiling and stones rattling loose from centuries-old masonry. At the center of it all sat Gnomesguard. At a control panel. Surrounded by buttons. The worst possible combination. The autognome reached toward another glowing switch. "Oops." He pressed it. Immediately the entire arena shook like an angry giant had grabbed it by the foundations and started shaking it for loose coins. Rashare, who had already been having a rough day, lost his footing completely. The poor halfling slammed into the ground. Hard. And stopped moving. Silence. Everyone stared. Gnomesguard stared. "...I may have made a minor miscalculation." Kai pointed accusingly. "You knocked him unconscious with architecture." "Technically," Gnomesguard replied, "the architecture knocked him unconscious… and i rolled a one." The distinction did not help. The autognome scrambled down from the control platform and attempted to stabilize Rashare. His first attempt failed. Then his second. Then his third. At this point even the unconscious ranger seemed disappointed. Finally Gnomesguard managed to get the halfling breathing properly again. "There." He wiped imaginary sweat from his metal forehead. "Medical science prevails." Kai folded his arms. "You nearly killed him with a button." "Medical science still prevailed." After recovering Rashare, Gnomesguard suddenly had another idea. A terrible idea. Which, unfortunately, was still an idea. The most dangerous kind. He looked around the arena. Looked at the buttons. Looked at the party. Looked back at the buttons. Then smiled. Everyone became nervous. "Get out while I do the final button presses." "No." "Please?" "No." "I'm going to do them anyway." "That's why we're saying no." Too late. His hand was already moving. Another button clicked. A blinding flash exploded through the chamber. Kai had survived battlefields. He had survived experiments. He had survived magical disasters. He had survived Dutchman. But apparently none of that prepared him for getting flash-banged by a robot pressing random alien buttons. His darkvision immediately betrayed him. The world became white. Then black. Then somehow whiter. Then black again. The fighter staggered blindly into a nearby door. Head first. THUNK. Goto followed behind him. "Are you alright?" "I have no idea." "You walked into a wall." "I know exactly where I am." Another wall. THUNK. "No I don't." Elsewhere Arcades wandered through the chaos trying to accomplish something useful. A noble goal. Unfortunately he was surrounded by Gnomesguard. The paladin found another door. Then another button. Then another button. At some point doors began opening and closing seemingly at random. Nobody knew whether this was helpful or not. But eventually pathways started connecting. So everyone decided it counted as progress. Then Gnomesguard found the big button. The really big button. The button that practically screamed: DO NOT PRESS THIS BUTTON. Naturally he pressed it. The ancient machinery roared to life. Massive portals tore open around the arena. Strange lights flashed. Reality bent. And creatures began emerging from the gateways. A naga. A tiefling. A human. An orc. A warforged. Several other things nobody immediately recognized. Gnomesguard stared at the growing army. Then smiled. "Oh." Everyone groaned. The portals began disgorging monsters. Then Gnomesguard had another idea. Again. “I’m going to make them regret coming to the arena, just like my party did.” The portals slammed shut. Several creatures were cut off mid-step and crushed violently as dimensional gateways folded over them. The survivors collapsed to the ground. Prone. Dazed. Injured. Gnomesguard nodded approvingly. "Interesting." Then he opened them again. Then closed them again. Just because he could. At this point the arena itself seemed offended. Meanwhile Kai and Goto sat by one of the doors completely unaware of the exact disaster unfolding elsewhere. Kai did not have a sending stone. Now it has come to bite them in the ***. The rabbit adjusted his top hat nervously. "You think he's done?" Kai listened. Far away came explosions. Earthquakes. Screaming. Metal grinding. The sound of reality folding itself into a pretzel. "No." "You don't sound worried." "If Gnomesguard was actually done, it'd be quiet." "Fair point." "What we just heard means he's still experimenting." The fighter slowly drew his sword. "Which means we should prepare." Arcades finally managed to open a door after failing to kick it and sprinted inside. What he found immediately made him regret it. Creatures. Lots of creatures. Everywhere. A naga. An orc. A tiefling. A human. Things moving. Things growling. Things very interested in murder. Arcades immediately backed out. Closed the door. Turned around. And found Gnomesguard still at the controls. The autognome looked over. "I'm about to push all the buttons." Arcades screamed. The earthquake that followed could probably be felt in neighboring kingdoms. Everyone hit the ground. Stone cracked. Dust exploded upward. Lights flashed. Rashare finally woke up. The first thing he saw was Gnomesguard covering his eyes with a giant metal hand. "Why are you doing that?" "Protecting you." "From what?" "Science." Rashare wasn't sure whether that answer made him feel better or worse. Goto peeked through the doorway. One human remained prone near the entrance. The rabbit looked back toward Kai. "Now." The door swung open. Kai exploded into motion. The fighter launched himself through the doorway like a missile. His greatsword swept downward. Steel struck flesh. The human staggered backward as blood splattered across the stone. Ten solid points of damage. A strong opening. Not enough to finish the job. The battle erupted. Rashare finally regained his footing and fired an arrow toward the warforged. The shaft struck metal with a loud TING. Good hit. Hard to tell how much it mattered. The construct had probably been punched by larger things than arrows before breakfast. The human swung wildly at Kai. Missed. Badly. Kai smiled. A very dangerous smile. Behind the human, Goto vanished. Then reappeared. Nat twenty. The rapier struck where the sun didn't shine. The table immediately lost all maturity. The unfortunate angle of attack became legendary. The human collapsed dead. Sword sticking out of his bum. Goto attempted to retrieve his weapon. No luck. "...This is awkward." Kai nodded solemnly. "Heroes face many challenges." Then Gwyane saw something. Not the battle. Not the monsters. Not the chaos. A staircase. Leading somewhere else. Possibly treasure. Possibly booze. Possibly both. The sorcerer made his decision instantly. The party would understand. Probably. Maybe. Not really. He sprinted sixty feet up the staircase. At the top stood a locked door. He attempted to pick it with a dagger. Failed. The door remained unimpressed. Gwyane frowned. Then pulled out a crowbar. "Fine." One impressive effort later the lock gave way. Kai would have been proud. Violence remained the universal key. Back in the arena things continued deteriorating. The tiefling fired arrows toward Gnomesguard. The autognome ducked. While ducking he accidentally pressed another button. Earthquake. Again. Everyone screamed. The naga fired while falling over. Missed everyone. Rashare retaliated. Nat one. The arrow sailed perfectly across the counsel. Directly into the back of Gnomesguard's head. The autognome froze. Slowly turned. Oil dripped. "I have been betrayed." Six damage. More than half his health. The tiny machine was officially oilied. An orc climbed the control platform toward Gnomesguard. The autognome was furious. The orc reached the controls. Stepped on a button. Another earthquake. Kai fell. Goto fell. Everyone hated buttons. The orc then decided Gnomesguard looked friendly. Reasonable, considering he had caused most of the chaos. So instead he targeted Rashare. The injured halfling immediately regretted existing. Meanwhile the warforged retreated to higher ground. It looked down confidently. "It's over, invaders. I have the advantage." Arcades pointed his axe. "Don't try it." The paladin charged. Swung. Missed. The warforged remained untouched. Arcades stopped. "...The high ground really does have power." Kai rose from the floor and sighed. "You people understand nothing." Everyone looked at him. "The high ground isn't unbeatable." He pointed toward the warforge. "You attack the ankles." Then he demonstrated. His sword flashed. The warforge's lower body came apart. The creature collapsed instantly. Dead before it hit the ground. Kai rested the blade on his shoulder. "See?" He looked around the battlefield. "Simple math." And somewhere nearby, Gnomesguard was still reaching for buttons. The battle had descended into exactly the kind of chaos that seemed to follow this group wherever they went, and despite all the planning, all the caution, and all the warnings about pressing mysterious alien buttons, the arena now looked like the aftermath of a natural disaster mixed with a tavern brawl and a poorly supervised magical experiment. The orc, still determined to squash someone smaller than himself, swung his weapon at Rashare with all the grace of a falling tree. The halfling ranger ducked at the last possible second. The weapon whistled harmlessly through the air. "Missed me," Rashare said. The orc growled. Elsewhere, the battered naga lashed out at Kai with one final desperate strike, its serpentine body twisting across the arena floor as it tried to salvage what little dignity remained. It missed. Kai looked down at the failed attack. Then looked back at the naga. Then back at the attack. "That was embarrassing for both of us." Meanwhile, completely disconnected from the battle raging below, Gwyane had finally succeeded in opening the locked door at the top of the staircase. The young sorcerer cautiously pushed it open. He expected treasure. Ancient secrets. A powerful artifact. Perhaps enough alcohol to solve several emotional problems. Instead he found a pantry. A very large pantry. Shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, packed with preserved food, supplies, potions, strange ingredients, and enough rations to feed an army. And standing in the middle of it all was Dutchman. The deep dwarf was stuffing supplies into a sack with the enthusiasm of a raccoon that had discovered an unattended bakery. He looked up. Saw Gwyane. Smiled. "Oh hey!" Gwyane blinked. "Dutchman?" "Yep." "We've been looking everywhere for you." "That's nice." Dutchman shoved three more potions into his bag. The sorcerer stared. "You're... not trapped?" "Nope." "Hurt?" "Nope." "Captured?" "Nah." "Missing?" Dutchman considered that. "I suppose technically." Gwyane rubbed his forehead. The headache from last night's drinking somehow got worse. "Do you remember me?" Gwyane asked. Dutchman looked offended. "Of course I remember you. You were at the wizard party." "The one that got me expelled." "Yeah, that one." "You got arrested too." Dutchman nodded. "Good times." Gwyane looked ready to scream. Instead he settled for a long sigh. "We fought zombies." "Oh." "We fought a werejackal." "Oh." "We nearly died several times." "Oh." "There was a rabbit." "Oh." "There was a goblin." "Oh." "There was an alien arena controlled by Gnomesguard." Dutchman stopped. "Actually that one sounds concerning." The dwarf casually handed him several potions. "Want these?" "You've been carrying healing potions this entire time?" "Probably." "We almost died." "Yeah, but now you didn't." The logic somehow made sense by Dutchman standards. The two began casually walking back toward the battlefield. Not running. Not hurrying. Just strolling. Like they were returning from a pleasant shopping trip. Back in the arena, things were still exploding. Goto suddenly stepped forward and unleashed a thunderous blast directly into the central platform area. The shockwave erupted outward. The orc disappeared. Literally launched into another room. The goblin was thrown backward. The naga collapsed. And poor Rashare failed another save. The halfling hit the floor. Again. Unconscious. Again. Kai watched him fall. Slowly. Sadly. Almost thoughtfully. Then sighed. "Did he just have a heart attack?" The table immediately lost it. Rashare's player did not. When the dust finally settled only one enemy remained standing. The goblin. Tiny. Terrified. Surrounded by corpses. The poor creature looked like someone who had just realized he had accidentally wandered into the wrong campaign. Gnomesguard immediately approached. "Hello little friend." The goblin looked terrified. "We don't have to fight." The autognome knelt down. "You seem like a reasonable fellow." The goblin looked around at the mountain of dead bodies. Reasonable was not the word he would have used. Gnomesguard continued. "You can help us." The goblin hesitated. "Or else." The goblin became more nervous. "You look cool." The goblin became confused. "Help us." The goblin became concerned. "Or else." The goblin became terrified again. Kai slowly pulled out a javelin. "How's diplomacy going?" Gnomesguard pointed. "Don't." Kai spun the weapon once. "I'm just asking." "Don't." "I can throw really accurately." "Don't." Then the goblin started crying. Not dramatic crying. Not villain crying. Genuine crying. The kind that comes after watching every friend you've ever known get flattened by adventurers. "You killed them all!" Everyone paused. The goblin pointed around the room. "You killed all my friends!" His voice cracked. "What am I supposed to do now?" Kai slowly approached. Javelin still ready. "Is the conversation working?" Gnomesguard finally snapped. "If you throw that thing we're going to have a problem." Kai glared. "We already have a problem." He pointed at the control platform. "Your science experiment." And then Dutchman walked into the room carrying snacks. "Hey guys, what's going on?" Everyone stared. The battlefield was covered in bodies. The floor was cracked. Several walls had exploded. There was a crying goblin. Rashare was unconscious. Again. Dutchman blinked. "Whoa." The goblin pointed at Kai. "He's trying to kill me." Gnomesguard immediately put an arm around the goblin. "Not anymore." Then he handed the goblin a healing potion. Kai watched this happen. Slowly lowered his javelin. And simply walked away. "You're adopting a ******* goblin." "Maybe." "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." "He needs friends." "He's going to bite somebody." Then Gnomesguard noticed Goto. The rabbit adjusted his top hat. The autognome pointed. "Wait." Goto froze. "When did we adopt a bunny?" "I am not adopted." "You are now." "No." "What's your name?" "Goto Dehel." Gnomesguard paused. "...Dehel?" "Yes?" "I think that was my ex-wife." Silence. Absolute silence. Arcades nearly dropped his axe. "You were married?" "Happily separated." Nobody knew how to continue that conversation. Kai simply turned around and walked farther away. Dutchman began distributing potions to everyone like a cheerful pharmacist. Rashare received one and immediately woke up. Again. Kai received a Greater Healing Potion after Dutchman learned he had sacrificed his own. The fighter accepted it. Very carefully. Like it might disappear if he blinked.

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  R2_D2 (@PhilippesInspi1) reported 13 minutes ago

  @HighChiefOkoro You want to build an institution from a 3 months old party. The same you that had experience of running away when the battlefield looks hot. You couldn't build APGA, PDP, LP, ADC but you somehow believe you can fix Nigeria and NDC. Is that not witchcraft?

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  Coin Shot ☁️ (@CoinSh0t) reported 16 minutes ago

  SOMEONE IS TURNING OLD SAMURAI NOVELS INTO PLAYABLE 3D WORLDS AND SELLING THEM FOR $2,000–$10,000 EACH. He drops the entire book into Kimi. In one pass, it pulls out every village, road, temple, battlefield, forest, weapon, color, and character route. Then Claude turns the map into a browser world. It writes the code, builds the scenes, tests the game, fixes broken logic, and runs parallel agents until the world actually works. The business model is stupid simple. Pick one cult fandom. Build the world. Charge $3–$5 for access. Even 3,000 fans turns one afternoon into $9,000–$15,000. The tool is still new, and almost nobody is using it for books yet.

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  E.M (@cyrex777) reported 21 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Instead to give them all at once, you force us to login into the dead game every day 👍🏻