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  Mr. Johnson (@Mishael86291893) reported 5 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Fix the flight controls

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  gregOlinovich (@OlinovichGreg) reported 7 minutes ago

  @planefag i also feel smoke (whether a drone-borne counter measure, or just caused by an active battlefield), would cause some significant problems. Lasers could literally burn the smoke out, but I doubt this is nearly powerful enough for that.

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  Phainon Of Aedes Elysiae (Nameless) (@OkhemaDeliverer) reported 14 minutes ago

  Phainon waits for Irontomb to make the first move, and after a few minutes of waiting, Irontomb summons and throws a bladed energy construct towards Phainon, who responds by blocking it with Dawnmaker. Within the time it took Phainon to block it, Irontomb charges at Phainon, preparing to grab his throat. Phainon manages to dodge it and swings a strike at Irontomb, who uses one of his wings to deflect the strike, leaving Phainon open and fires a point blank wave of destruction energy. “Huh!?” With no time to think he quickly puts up a golden barrier to take as much of the energy wave as it can. He gets flung into the sky and comes crashing to the ground where he bounces from the impact and then manages to push himself back onto his feet as Irontomb sends a large detached hand at him. Phainon responds by slicing it in two and then charges forward to meet Irontomb head on. Irontomb launches more bladed constructs at him, and Phainon dodges them by opening a gate and appearing above Irontomb, swinging downward to slice him in two. Irontomb quickly blocks it with one of his arms. ///You’re movement is still predictable and within my calculations Khaslana\\\ “That was the goal.” Phainon moves his left arm into the air and summons a second Dawnmaker, before piercing it into Irontomb’s face. >>>>Error ///Wha– Phainon then sends a burst of energy through the blade and an explosion rings out from it, sending Pahinon launching backwards as he lands on the ground and slides back a bit from the momentum. He then turns his focus to the cloud of smoke covering his opponent. “Did it work?” The smoke clears and Irontomb is still floating in the sky, now with a large missing chunk in his head. Seeing this, Phainon smiles quite a bit. Irontomb speaks again, more enraged than before. ///YOU!\\\ >>>AutoRepair:Activated As the damage repairs itself, he seems to calm down and start speaking. ///I will give you the props of catching me off guard\\\ ///It certainly was a unique tacti—- Phainon quickly moves, appearing in front of the Irontomb who just started monologuing, and slashes his face, damaging Irontomb’s shell even more as he slides back from the attack. “Shut up and fight. I didn’t come here to hear you monologue.” Enraged again, Irontomb sends multiple bladed constructs as he charges at Phainon, who reacts by deflecting the constructs with his blades and then charging Irontomb. Irontomb strikes downward at Phainon with a large hand, and Phainon quickly slices it in two with the Dawnmaker in his right hand, as he then uses his momentum and the Dawnmaker in his other hand, to make an attempt at Irontomb. Managing to strike through his chest. Suddenly red glitches surround Phainon, keeping him frozen in place. “Crap!” Irontomb grabs the blade in his chest and shatters it with one hand, Phainon now looking in horror as his weapon gets broken so easily. ///Is this really your main tactic to win? This fragile blade?\\\ He then punches Phainon right in the gut as Phainon coughs up some golden blood, still unable to move from where he is. ///Pathetic\\\ Irontomb then prepares a massive spear fueled with Destruction to end the fight there, Phainon looking up at it nervously as he attempts to gain any control of his body again. Irontomb then launches the spear at the struggling Phainon, and just before it hits Phainon manages to break free and get away barely. But a piece of his coat gets hit and torn off, which had one of his pockets. Two items fall out of it and start falling to the ground, Phainon’s cracked Express ticket, and a Tarot card saying “Deliverer” that he carried for so long. As Phainon lands back on the ground, he notices what fell out, and in a panic he runs straight toward the two items to get a hold of them again, as a bladed construct breaches out of the ground, Phainon jumps back to avoid getting hit, but as he looks back at the items, Irontomb has already gotten a hold of them. ///How interesting\\\ ///The card that holds so much pain, and the ticket showcasing your failure to move on, you’re failure as a Nameless\\\ “Give them back!” He opens a gate to try to take one back, but as his left arm goes through the gate, a construct appears and pierces his arm, causing Phainon to recoil in pain and grab his arm. He lets out a small squeal of pain from it as he grabs and removes the pain, and allowing the blood to flow from his arm so he could attempt again, but before he can do anything, Irontomb ignites one of his hands in a flame and the Tarot card immediately combusts into a burst of flame. Phainon freezes in his tracks, staring stunned as the card fully dissipates into the flame and its ash fades away in the wind. “No…” ///You hold too much emotional attachment to these items\\\ Phainon tries to charge in again, but then two constructs appear out of nowhere and penetrate Phainon’s shoulder, sending him to a nearby wall and keeping him pinned to the wall for a moment. Irontomb moves closer and then raises the ticket in front of his face for a moment before backing off slightly and speaking. ///You’ve failed yourself and your companions\\\ ///You keep promising you are trying to move one\\\ ///Keep insisting you are trying your best to improve\\\ ///But this ticket proves otherwise\\\ He then holds the cracked ticket out again to have Phainon look at it, Phainon tries to turn his head away, but a detached arm grabs his chin and forces him to look at the ticket. ///Don’t look away now\\\ ///We’re just getting to the best part\\\ He then drops the ticket onto the ground and Phainon seems confused for a moment, and then realizes as he struggles to free himself. “DON’T DO IT!!!” ///Oh. But you won’t be needing this anymore\\\ ///Afterall, why should a failed Nameless keep his ticket\\\ He then stomps downward with his foot, shattering the ticket completely, and Phainon watches, fully heartbroken, seeing another item he holds dear, destroyed entirely in front of his eyes. The hand removes itself from his chin, and his head falls, now staring towards the ground. ///Surely you didn’t hold those two items to such a degree that you lost your will to fight\\\ ///But then again, you have used such childish items to keep your spirits high\\\ //First it was that silly card that you didn’t wish to depart with, and now that ticket you never deserved\\\ ///You have always been out of place and always will be\\\ ///You may say you have found family and friends, but you will never be truly accepted with how much you hide your inner fears out of the “safety” of them\\\ Irontomb starts moving towards Phainon, and then grabs Phainon’s chin, raising it to look at him. ///But like in those cycles, it will always end with you watching them die in front of you\\\ ///Or killing them yourself\\\ ///You will always end up alone, no matter how hard you try\\\ ///You will always fail them\\\ He then lets go of Phainon as Phainon’s head falls and looks to the ground again. Despite seemingly winning, Irontomb seems annoyed at how the fight ended so soon. ///This was a pathetic last stand from you Khaslana\\\ He then raises an arm to summon a large bladed construct, tipped with a red glowing bit of destructive energy. But right before he sends it towards Phainon, Phainon starts speaking again. “You’re right.” ///Huh?” The confusion that came from this stopped Irontomb’s attack, as he stood there confused. “You’re right…I have messed up a lot. I have kept this burden to myself for so long, afraid of hurting others by trying to confide in them…” He starts raising his head to look at Irontomb. His eyes seem to be slowly turning gold, and the area around starts heating up. ///Finally, but it’s too late\\\ “You think that, And that’s your issue. You always think you are superior to everyone at every moment. An AI who can’t possibly make mistakes, when you have already made many and lost multiple times because of them. But I have a luxury you are too stubborn to accept, the luxury of understanding when I am wrong.” Suddenly a glow starts emanating from where the ticket was shattered. “I am able to grow with my companions, my family, and my friends, until eventually your strength is nowhere near us anymore. I know that I have such a long way to go, but I am not alone, I will never be alone.” Irontomb throws the bladed construct at Phainon, who grabs the constructs holding in his place, and pries them out of his shoulders, and then immediately launches into the air to dodging the strike, and charging at Irontomb, managing to Impale the robotic figure with his own constructs, before Phainon kicks him away and then falls to the ground. Landing back on the ground next to where the ticket was, as golden blood leaks from the open wounds. He turns to look back at Irontomb, as heat builds further and his hair starts shifting gold. “Even if I outlive my friends, I will continue to strive to improve myself, and live my life to the fullest as they wanted me to.” The shattered ticket seems to reform and start floating up towards Phainon, as he seems a bit surprised before he smiles softly before taking it back in his hand, and places his hand to his chest. “This fight is not over yet Irontomb. This battle between Destruction and Trailblaze has yet to conclude. And I am taking over the mantle for my allies.” He sends the ticket away into his pocket, and then grabs into his chest again and releases a large burst of energy, flattening the arena entirely from the burst. As Khaslana appears from the burst of energy, ready to fight. ///Finally you reveal yo— Khaslana immediately moves and punches straight into Irontomb’s chest, and sends him flying into the sky. ///Why you!\\\ Irontomb responds by sending beams of energy after Khaslana, who dodges them then flies around avoiding as many of the beams as possible as he can, before having to deflect a few back to the ground. He then summons Dawnmaker, it now glowing a golden hue, and then resummons the broken blade and then has the pieces float back to the blade, turning its appearance into the Flame Reaver’s shattered Dawnmaker, and then flies towards Irontomb with the two blades. Irontomb reacts by summoning two massive arms to block the strike, but Khaslana effortlessly cuts through one of them and then pierces the golden blade straight through Irontomb’s chest. >>>Error Irontomb glitches away from the blade and then throws some more blade constructs at Khaslana to hopefully slow him down, he flies around the blades and after getting above Irontomb, he enlarges the golden blade and swings it at Irontomb, destroying parts of the arena with its slash, Irontomb goes to dodge the blade, but as he is focused on that, Khaslana comes above and jams the blade through Irontomb and slams him to the ground, pinning him with the shattered Dawnmaker, before flying up to the sky as his halo detaches and floats upward. “With this newborn sun…” Irontomb realizes what he is trying to do, and scrambles to free himself from the blade unsuccessfully. “Tear open the sky!!!” The halo increases in size and disperses the clouds as many meteors rain down onto the battle field and land directly onto Irontomb, creating a massive crater, and smoke covering the entire area. As the smoke cleared, Khaslana noticed a very damaged Irontomb start to stand back up after the shattered blade fell apart from the meteor, and he suddenly spawned hundreds of bladed constructs around Khaslana, preventing any escape, and then has them close in on Khaslana. ///No way to avoid this!!\\\ As the blades get closer, Khaslana looks around, and sees he is completely surrounded. However, just before the blades touch any part of Khaslana, they suddenly freeze in place. Irontomb looks up at it confused. ///Why did they freeze\\\ The blades start backing up and then moving away from Khaslana and pointing at Irontomb. “Your code is a part of my mind. You made that point very clear to me.” Khaslana’s pupils seem to be glowing a dull red glow. “Which means like how you can use my abilities, I can use yours.” Khaslana then sends the hundreds of constructs directly back at Irontomb, who tries to summon large detached hands to block it again, when the hands suddenly turn back on Irontomb and pin him to the ground as the constructs strike him. “Guess you didn’t hear me. Your abilities are also mine.” As the constructs break into Irontomb’s shell, and damage him completely, Khaslana raises a hand to the sky, summoning a large spear that was once used to end Amphoreus, not pointed directly at Irontomb. “What was it that I said last time you lost here? ‘To end the Destruction with Destruction?’ That seems accurate.” The spear suddenly tips with a golden glow, instead of a bright red hue that it normally has. “Our war is far from over and I know that. But this battle is one I come out on top.” He points his hand down at the pinned Irontomb as the spear descends from the sky and strikes straight through him, completely obliterating his false body, as the spear travels briefly into the ground before disappearing, leaving a large hole in the obliterated battlefield. Khaslana looks down at the battlefield, smiling slightly at his victory, before he turns away and flies back to the Express. As he enters the Express, he ignores the injuries he has as he sits down on one of the Parlor car couches, he then pulls his fully restored ticket out of his pocket, and looks at it. “No more living in this paranoia or fear alone. I have allies I can trust to help me for next time I need to face him. I am not just a lone swordsman, a deliverer just trying to defy fate with no help, or a Chrysos Heir going up against the gods.” He clips the ticket onto his choker. “But a Nameless.”

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  Aaron Campbell (@AaronCampbell47) reported 17 minutes ago

  FIX YOUR GAME!!!!!! 2 MAPS ON BREAKTHROUGH?! @Battlefield

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  helmsman (@StitchWeb3Joy) reported 19 minutes ago

  If you’re buying $BTC here because you’re afraid of missing $100K… you might be the exit liquidity. Everyone is bullish again. $100K predictions are back. “Buy every dip” is back. And somehow, after a massive vertical move, people suddenly think risk has disappeared. That’s exactly what worries me. My last call: ✅ Correct — The break above $70K triggered a violent short squeeze. ✅ Correct — $75K–$80K became the battlefield. ❌ Wrong — I underestimated how fast the squeeze would happen. Now forget the hype. I’m watching 3 levels: Above $80K + hold → $82K–$85K Rejected at $80K → late longs are in trouble Below $74K → this “new bull run” narrative gets seriously tested My 12H view: I’m not chasing this candle. And here’s the part Bitcoin bulls won’t like: A vertical pump caused by shorts getting destroyed is NOT the same thing as healthy spot demand. Maybe BTC goes straight to $100K. But buying AFTER the squeeze and calling it “conviction” looks a lot like FOMO to me. Bulls think I’m wrong. Good. Screenshot this. We’ll check again in 12 hours. $BTC

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  Yemeni Radar #YemenCantWait (@yemeniradar) reported 21 minutes ago

  🚨BREAKING | #Yemen The Houthi militia is attempting to boost the morale of its followers by publishing fake and digitally manipulated footage. 📍 The militia relies on “fabricating victories” by using visual effects (VFX) editing and digitally compositing explosion effects onto drone footage to mislead the public. The truth cannot be concealed by digital effects, and what is built on visual deception only exposes battlefield weakness and an attempt to escape reality. 📌 Technical details and indicators exposing the visual manipulation in the footage: The footage consists of genuine aerial video of a static background—a building and vehicles—with software-generated visual effects (overlaid VFX) added on top to simulate the projectile and explosion. This is technically evident in the following: Absence of real-world physical effects: A real explosion generates a powerful shockwave that shakes the camera, moves trees, and sends structural debris and fragments flying. In the footage, however, the trees and surrounding buildings remain completely motionless and unaffected. Lack of interactive lighting: There is a clear disconnect between the fire layer and the adjacent walls. The glow and orange light from the supposed explosion are not reflected on the surrounding surfaces at the moment of ignition. Artificial projectile trajectory: The projectile’s movement and deviation follow a digitally programmed path created using editing software (keyframes), rather than behaving according to gravity and natural projectile motion. The insertion of ready-made digital effects into static aerial footage to sell fabricated victories is an exposed tactic that no longer deceives a discerning eye.

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  John Hamilton (@Loopzook) reported 24 minutes ago

  @ApolloTheLeader Dont like a mirror getting held up to your faves? where is the lie in what i said? Be able to critique the things you like, for instance i like the game battlefield. but i will point out the problems it has and there are plenty.

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  The Flow Insight (@theflowinsight) reported 27 minutes ago

  @jollygandt @AJEnglish The date matters less than the calculation behind it. Closing or severely restricting the Strait of Hormuz was always going to produce second-order effects far beyond any single battlefield, and the assumption that other states would simply absorb the cost the way Venezuela was forced to has proven fragile. Energy chokepoints create systemic pressure, not just bilateral leverage, and that pressure lands on allies as much as adversaries. The strategic error was treating a global artery as a local instrument.

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  LornaShoreFan (@l_Voyage_l) reported 27 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm @Battlefield please fix hit registration. Worse thing left in game.

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  🫥 (@freetheboyyy) reported 30 minutes ago

  For fourteen agonizing hours, I breathed through the tearing, blinding pain while a rotating cast of exhausted, nameless nurses adjusted my IV, checked my vitals, and offered hollow words of encouragement. When they finally laid her slick, warm body against my bare chest, the brutal marathon faded into a strange, echoing silence. I named her Hazel. For a span of perhaps ten fragile minutes, the universe stopped spinning. I lay pinned to the stiff, plastic-covered hospital mattress, studying the translucent flutter of her eyelids. The sterile scent of iodine, bleached cotton, and floor wax faded into the background. My mind, usually a chaotic, war-torn battlefield of anxieties and familial obligations, was blissfully, mercifully empty. I felt a fierce, primal surge of protection. I was a mother now. The world outside this room ceased to exist. Then, muscle memory betrayed me. I reached for my smartphone resting on the rolling aluminum tray. The screen was a graveyard of notifications. There were a dozen check-ins from my platoon mates, their messages full of emojis and exclamation points. There was a brief, professional congratulatory email from my commanding officer. There was a shaky, tear-filled video message from Caleb, filmed secretly in the dimly lit cab of a Humvee between drills, his voice cracking as he apologized for the hundredth time for not being there to hold my hand. And then, there was the text from my mother, Martha. “Penny is in trouble. Real trouble this time. She took out a loan from some very bad people to cover her rent and they are parked outside her house right now. They said if she doesn’t have $10,000 by midnight, they are coming inside. I’m terrified for the kids. You need to wire the money right now. Save your sister’s family, Sarah. I’ll explain the rest later.” That was the entirety of the communication. I stared at the glowing pixels until they blurred. There was no inquiry about my survival. No acknowledgment of the fourteen hours of excruciating labor. No mention of her new granddaughter, the continuation of our bloodline. Just a raw, terrifying extortion demand wrapped in the chaotic dysfunction of my older sister, Penny. Penny was a storm system of manufactured crises. She had a supernatural inability to manage her existence, viewing consequence as a concept that only applied to other people. Over the years, I had funded late rent notices, emergency transmission repairs, overdue medical deductibles, and bail money. Somehow, my hard-earned military salary had been quietly, permanently designated as the official slush fund for their survival. But lying there in a pool of my own sweat, stitched up, trembling, and bleeding, a profound physiological shift occurred within me. The fog of lifelong obligation burned off, leaving behind a cold, sharp clarity. I wasn’t their savior. I was a hostage funding my own captivity. A cold, jagged resolve crystallized in my chest. If Penny had actually borrowed money from dangerous people, it was the ****** of a thousand terrible decisions I had warned her about. I looked down at Hazel. She had been drawing breath for less than an hour, and I already knew one absolute truth: if I did not sever this parasitic umbilical cord right now, they would eventually sink their teeth into her, too. They would bleed my daughter dry just as they had bled me. I typed my response with a shaking, bloodless thumb: “I just gave birth. I don’t have $10,000, and even if I did, I wouldn’t send it. If she is in danger, call the police.” I turned the phone facedown, pressing it against the mattress. I closed my eyes, trying to force my heart rate back to a normal rhythm. But five minutes later, the device vibrated so violently it rattled against the plastic tray. I flipped it over. “The police can’t help us,” Martha’s text read. “You just signed your nieces’ death warrants. And if they go down, they are giving those men your home address on the base. Sleep tight, Sarah.”

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  That Guy In IT (@That_Guy_in_IT) reported 32 minutes ago

  @planefag I doubt they fixed the battery drain issues, but weapons like this are coming to the battlefield in our lifetime.

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  Pendragon 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸 (Pendragon) (@PendragonMR) reported 32 minutes ago

  @GeraldoRivera One can appreciate the service without giving Canada a free pass on dairy cartels, softwood lumber games, and digital taxes while crying about tariffs. Shared blood doesn't rewrite the trade ledger. 165 KIA doesn't magically make Canadian supply management sacred. We fought together. Now we're negotiating. Different battlefield

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  SgtDangerCow (@SgtDangerCow) reported 36 minutes ago

  @Allin_Playing Its an issue because you artack a vehicle and get to the point where they jump out but you don’t know because the vehicle still shows as occupied and then they shoot you in the back. It’s a stupid idea and never should’ve been in the game stealing vehicles is Battlefield 101

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  Sensible Hindu 🇮🇳 (@HinduINDNat) reported 38 minutes ago

  These unemployed ***hole$ who have ample of time have enough of time to comment on other nations aircrafts while our own nation can't build Tejas or any aircraft for decades without importing 80% of components. US F35 proved lot of quality issues in battlefield with Iran n downed

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  Janusz Tydda (@JanuszTydda) reported 43 minutes ago

  @DavidSmuts A new dimension of cannon fodder. And at the same time, the problem of an aging population has been solved (at least on the direct battlefield). Apparently, this clip is generated by AI, but that doesn't mean it won't be possible soon.