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2021.10.23 14:18 pepsiAtlas test

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2021.10.23 14:18 Axinity I finally did it! After 6855 kills, all attachments unlocked for the AS VAL :)

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2021.10.23 14:18 JustCallMeTsukasa-96 Questions regarding WatchOS 8

Outside of removed animations, is there anything else that is taken out when updating to this?
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2021.10.23 14:18 Ananya666 Mommy got me multiple cosy beds but the shoe rack is more comfortable :,)

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2021.10.23 14:18 LarryKoofer43 Why does everyone on Reddit use the word “whilst” so much?

At first I thought it was for the memes but now I don’t know.
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2021.10.23 14:18 GemCarry [8] Phase 1, 2522 REs for Sizzlipede. Can't say no to a Mr. Rime! And a guest appearance from the funny blue dog!

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2021.10.23 14:18 _Triple_ [STORE] ★40 KNIVES & GLOVES, LOTS OF PLAYSKINS! Bfk Freehand FN, Glock Emerald FN, Shadow Daggers Lore FT, Glock Fade FN, Bfk Damascus MW, Kara Slaughter MW, M9 Bayo Crimson Web/Case Hardened FT, Flip Doppler FN, Moto Gloves POW! WW, M9 Bayo Damascus FT, Skeleton Scorched MW, Bayo Damascus FT & More

Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in my inventory Feel free to add me or even better send a trade offer. Open for any suggestions, upgrades & downgrades: knives, gloves and skins. I also accept rare patterns / rare floats / rare stickers. All Buyouts are listed in cash, more in items.

KNIVES & GLOVES
★ Butterfly Knife | Freehand (Factory New) - 0.02(#rank7), B/O: $999 ★ Butterfly Knife | Damascus Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $510 ★ Karambit | Slaughter (Minimal Wear), B/O: $499 ★ M9 Bayonet | Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $299 ★ M9 Bayonet | Case Hardened (Field-Tested), B/O: $270 ★ Flip Knife | Doppler (Factory New) - 0.007, Phase 2, B/O: $260 ★ M9 Bayonet | Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $220 ★ Skeleton Knife | Scorched (Minimal Wear), B/O: $210 ★ Bayonet | Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $180 ★ Shadow Daggers | Doppler (Factory New) - Phase 2, B/O: $130 ★ Shadow Daggers | Lore (Field-Tested), B/O: $125 ★ Gut Knife | Fade (Factory New), B/O: $125 ★ Flip Knife | Freehand (Field-Tested), B/O: $120 ★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife | Stained (Minimal Wear), B/O: $120 ★ StatTrak™ Flip Knife | Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $110 ★ Flip Knife | Blue Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $110 ★ Stiletto Knife | Stained (Minimal Wear), B/O: $105 ★ Gut Knife | Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $105 ★ Gut Knife | Autotronic (Well-Worn), B/O: $100 ★ Ursus Knife | Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $95 ★ Classic Knife | Night Stripe (Field-Tested), B/O: $95 ★ Navaja Knife | Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $95 ★ Falchion Knife Vanilla, B/O: $90 ★ Bowie Knife | Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $85 ★ Stiletto Knife | Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $85 ★ Shadow Daggers | Case Hardened (Field-Tested), B/O: $80 ★ Paracord Knife | Scorched (Field-Tested), B/O: $70 ★ Gut Knife Vanilla, B/O: $70 ★ Gut Knife | Freehand (Field-Tested), B/O: $65 ★ Gut Knife | Bright Water (Field-Tested), B/O: $65 ★ Shadow Daggers | Blue Steel (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $65 ★ Navaja Knife | Urban Masked (Field-Tested), B/O: $50 ★ Moto Gloves | POW! (Well-Worn), B/O: $250 ★ Moto Gloves | Polygon (Field-Tested), B/O: $170 ★ Sport Gloves | Bronze Morph (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $105 ★ Broken Fang Gloves | Needle Point (Minimal Wear), B/O: $95 ★ Hand Wraps | Arboreal (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $65
HIGH-TIER & MEDIUM-TIER SKINS
Glock-18 | Fade (Factory New), B/O: $920 Glock-18 | Gamma Doppler Emerald (Factory New), B/O: $280 M4A4 | Asiimov (Field-Tested), B/O: $95 AWP | Asiimov (Field-Tested), B/O: $70 AK-47 | Bloodsport (Factory New), B/O: $55 M4A1-S | Printstream (Field-Tested) - 0.16, B/O: $55 StatTrak™ AK-47 | Asiimov (Field-Tested), B/O: $45 AK-47 | Bloodsport (Minimal Wear), B/O: $40 Desert Eagle | Printstream (Field-Tested), B/O: $40 CZ75-Auto | Emerald Quartz (Minimal Wear), B/O: $38 SCAR-20 | Brass (Factory New), B/O: $38 StatTrak™ M4A1-S | Player Two (Field-Tested), B/O: $34 MAC-10 | Gold Brick (Minimal Wear), B/O: $32 M4A1-S | Printstream (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $32 AK-47 | The Empress (Minimal Wear), B/O: $31 StatTrak™ AK-47 | Neon Revolution (Field-Tested), B/O: $25 StatTrak™ XM1014 | Incinegator (Minimal Wear), B/O: $24 AWP | Neo-Noir (Minimal Wear) - 0.08, B/O: $24 AK-47 | Neon Rider (Field-Tested), B/O: $23 StatTrak™ AK-47 | Point Disarray (Field-Tested), B/O: $23
RARE STICKERS & PATTERNS
ST Nova | Ghost Camo (Field-Tested) - x4 Hellraisers Katowice 2014, B/O: $265 ST AWP | Asiimov (Battle-Scarred) - Guardian Gold Krakow 2017, B/O: $205 Dual Berettas | Marina (Field-Tested) - x3 NAVI Katowice 2014, B/O: $199 Deagle | Heirloom (Field-Tested) - x4 LC Holo Cologne 2014 1/1, B/O: $155 StatTrak™ AK-47 | Legion of Anubis (Factory New) - 0.009, B/O: $110 Glock-18 | Candy Apple (Factory New) - Navi Holo Katowice 2014, B/O: $99 Glock-18 | Candy Apple (Factory New) - Hellraisers Holo Katowice 2014, B/O: $99 M4A4 | Radiation Hazard (Field-Tested) - iBUYPOWER Katowice 2014, B/O: $80 Five-SeveN | Kami (Factory New) - Virtus.Pro Holo Katowice 2014, B/O: $60 P2000 Scorpion (Factory New) - 3DMAX Katowice 2014, B/O: $16 P2000 Scorpion (Factory New) - Dignitas Katowice 2014, B/O: $14 P2000 Scorpion (Factory New) - Ninjas in Pyjamas Katowice 2014, B/O: $12

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2021.10.23 14:18 TV_KUMANDASI 1 ve 44 arası bir sayı söyle playlistimdeki şarkıyı yazayim

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2021.10.23 14:18 Ordinary-Dot-9026 Anybody in Illinois chicago area that would trade an xmaxx for an old Honda ATC 3 wheeler and/or a 9’john boat?

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2021.10.23 14:18 anandshah1991 [WTS] Phylida Tin Tin homage

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2021.10.23 14:18 LBP3000 Pakistan’s Mobile Phone Imports Remained Flat in Q1 2021

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2021.10.23 14:18 Ludmael Top 100 Argentine rock songs (with explanations) 1956-2021

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2021.10.23 14:18 Electrical_Eye_9135 NEW AMAZING NFT on OpenSea!!!...

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2021.10.23 14:18 gooddragon1994 Epic fails everyweek

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2021.10.23 14:18 rexboss007 Thathachi

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2021.10.23 14:18 webkilla The Long Game: Chapter 20 - Hunt

Carbon dust. Coal dust. Charcoal dust. It was so incredibly simple to make – but firing a plasma shot through it seemed to unravel the gravitic braid that held the plasma payload of the shot contained, releasing the energy very quickly – but just slowly enough that it didn’t’ really work as an explosion either.
Smoke bombs were easy solutions, but something that could continually pump out ultra-fine coal dust required developing an actual motor to drive a pump, something Fred had never gotten around to…. But ok, he had three weeks? How difficult could it be.
…it turned out to take twenty minutes, at least after having consulted one of his college textbooks on introductory electrical engineering. Fred felt really silly that he hadn’t looked into this earlier. Ish quickly took his incredibly crude prototype and turned it into something Fred barely recognized – but the torque it cranked out was incredible! With a working pump, Fred was also able to perfect a lot of other designs, allowing for a deadly new arsenal for the championship.
Lady Vris in turn also took a more active role in Fred’s weapon and armor development – or at least tried. She had the technical and engineering skills of a moist napkin, but Fred found her useful to bounce ideas off of, since Ish had never been one for intellectual sparring. It also didn’t hurt to have an assistant in the whiteroom for weapons testing – though Ish more than once had to dissolve the floor underneath her to whisk Lady Vris away to safety, when explosives went off a little more than expected, or when other deadly weapons ‘spilled’ in the wrong direction.
By the time the championship rolled around Fred and Lady Vris both agreed that his chances of winning were beyond doubt – something that was apparently reflected in the line-up of other contestants:
“What do you mean they didn’t enter enough tournaments?” Fred asked, not really seeing the connection.
Lady Vris had Ish bring up the list of trainers and their fighters or fighting creatures that were qualified for the imperial championship: “You don’t recognize any of these, of course, but neither do I… they’re pretty much all new-comers. The imperial championship is usually full of seasoned trainers, ones who’ve won the championship with their fighters in previous seasons – but there’s almost none of that here…”
“But how can that be? I thought you said everyone wanted this, for the honor?”
Closing her eyes for a moment and resting her head against Fred’s chest briefly, Lady Vris flicked her tail so that it propelled her up through the pillows in the bed nest: “You have to win a certain amount of tournaments to qualify – all the seasoned trainers, once word got out about you, they stopped signing up. Ish, show me the tarnaian spread”
Fred had no clue what that spread was – But Ish displayed a complicated list in the shining one language. The only thing Fred somewhat recognized was the symbols next to each line: House crests: “I’m guessing it’s a list of trainers?”
“It’s a list of trainers and how active they’ve been this season, and how much they’ve won” Lady Vris noted as she skimmed the list quickly.
Letting out a brief burst of laughter, Fred seized Lady Vris around her waist and pulled her close: “So its amateur hour at the imperial championship – good for them. They’ll get to say they participated, and then they can watch as I take the champion back to school”
“Back to school?”
“So the dear champion can learn from the best”
The imperial championship was – just like so many of the other tournaments, wreathed thickly in tradition, protocol and enough pomp and circumstance to make even the most hardened social butterfly puke. That said, Fred found the view getting there really cool.
“This is The Silver Throne, high seat of the imperial house” Lady Vris declared, gesturing at the screen showing their approach to the massive space station after they had folded space into the system.
It was larger than anything Fred had seen so far, which was saying something. Massive domes, many of them containing what looked like greenery, or a few ones that were less dome and more sphere, containing water, as if they were encapsulated oceans. Of course, the most impressive sight was what the space station was orbiting: A planet, but it was all silverlight, gleaming with the reflection of the local star.
“That is the Allstar – the heart of our great civilization” Lady Vris said with a degree of reverence that Fred found… odd – it was like hearing a devout catholic trying to explain the pope. She even raised her head, doing a variation of the throat-baring bow towards the Allstar, which Fred found really strange, all the while she made some kind of arcane gesture in front of her chest.
While the view was incredible, then Fred soon noticed a different thing: “We’re moving kind of slowly aren’t we?”
“Of course – nobody is allowed to approach the Silver Throne at speed. We’ll arrive in about seven hours”
Stroking Lady Vris along the soft snake-like scales on her back, tracing his fingers along their edges, Lady Vris began to almost purr. He knew she likes this, and indeed Lady Vris made the most exquisite of cute noises: “Alright then Fred – I guess we can do that until we land”
Several sticky and intimate hours later, Ish announced that the docking sequence was complete and that refuelling was underway. Exactly what passed for fuel was a mystery to Fred, but then again he was busy making last minute tweaks to his business suit attire: It needed to display the yellow and blue star of house Xilas somehow… and Fred was experimenting with something that looked a bit like a large medal.
“Lady Vris – do you think this will work?”
With a judging look, her lips pursed and her eyes steeled on the latest mock-up of polished platinum with yellow and blue diamonds that Ish had produced based on Fred’s design, Lady Vris humm’d and haww’d indecisively: “We should have worked on this sooner. This has to be perfect”
“It looks perfect to me – and we were a little… distracted… earlier” Fred noted, feeling quite pleased with his work.
With a huff Lady Vris threw her arms up: “It’ll do then – Ish, dress me – but please Fred, be careful and do exactly as we rehearsed. If we upset any imperial courtier, we can be disqualified on the spot”
“What if we run into the idiot who ruined my lunch at Lord Loro’s place?”
It was hard to miss the smirk on Lady Vris, which was just a tad too toothy for Fred’s liking: “Oh he knows that if he tries anything we’ll have recordings of him trying to antagonize you”
“Plus the suspicious fact that before you were poisoned he erased the command logs” Fred added, getting a nod from Lady Vris.
Exiting their ship led out to a massive boulevard, flanked on both sides by thousands of small private booth-pods floating up in the air, each featuring between two to five shining ones looking at the parade of arriving trainers and fighters or fighting creatures.
Fred had already read up what he’d be fighting – and he had no worries – but it was still impressive to see the line-up of aliens, many of the trainers flanked by servants and other shining ones, probably advisors or family. By that comparison then Fred and Lady Vris walking ‘alone’ looked kind of drab.
…except there was a sharp difference between how many eyes that were trained on Fred and Lady Vris, versus how many who were paying attention to everything else. It spread like a wave through the audience, with hundreds of arms pointing and many a strange alien telescope or small camera drone comming out. The small cloud of orbiting camera drones above Fred was a clear demonstration of the what fighter the audience showed the most interest.
At the end of the parade the trainers lined up with their fighters and creatures. It was a little weird, seeing the other fighters in the line-up looking very much like mud-covered cavemen clad in piss-cured hides. A few of the larger fighting creatures were decked out in what appeared to be feathered head-dresses, or other ornaments that had been strapped on to the things, a bit like how one might try to dress up an elephant.
Once the line-up was complete, a pod flew out from the building overhead. From the pod a large purple banner with a single silver star hung – and as if struck by magic the audience fell silent.
“Honoured trainers and guests of the lands rath. This season’s fights have been one of new blood and impressive revelations. I hope that you will all enjoy this championship and the victory celebrations. I understand that the imperial champion has spent the last sixteen days in isolation, meditating and training for this season’s hunt” a booming female voice said, ringing out from hidden speakers all over the place.
Fred knew from what Lady Vris had prepped him on that this was the empress, the official protector of the fights. The emperor would likely first show up to watch the actual fights, not all the pre-fight pomp and circumstance, if he would show up at all.
“Trainers, to the staging areas! The finest landscapers and sculptors have prepared this season’s championship arenas, so these battles will be both beautiful and thrilling. Begin!” the empress commanded, the crowd erupting into a deafening cheer.
The procession of the trainers and their fighters and fighting creatures started to file away to platforms that flew them away to the staging area.
At the staging area it was business as usual, with force-field cages everywhere. Trainers, advisors and servants milling about, issuing last second instructions to their fighters, or making plans based on what they could eaves-drop from their competition. A lot of eyes and ears were aimed in Fred and Lady Vris’ direction, but again that was nothing new at that point. This was almost exactly the same as at the last half a dozen other tournaments Fred had fought in, and won.
It didn’t take long before pairs of fighters or fighting creatures were transported to the fighting arenas and released from their cages. Fred’s turn came quickly – his fight ended minutes later, the giant bug-monster he was up against utterly destroyed with a few choice hollow-point bullets featuring sodium cores to its central mass.
The rest of the fights proceeded similarly easily for Fred. It was almost fun – almost, except Fred knew what was coming.
It took three days, but Fred won the finale of the championship with ease – the fighter he was up against trying to rush him with a well-made but hopelessly outclassed stone-tipped spear. Sure, Fred had seen the very same fighter in her fight against another giant alien bug creature, so Fred knew that this poor soul knew how to fight and how to take down creatures many times her own size. Still, she had brought a stone spear to a gunfight, so that was that, alien went splat.
After the finale there was a grand ceremony, with all of the other participating trainers doing that throat-baring bow to Lady Vris. Fred found it dreadfully boring, but that was because he knew what was coming… the real fight – the fight that actually mattered – the fight that would win him back his freedom, or actually see him dead, reinforced skull or not.
It was the next day that the champion’s hunt was scheduled.
It started almost like one of the many tournament fights Fred had participated in: Lady Vris and Fred showed up at the event to great fanfare, Lady Vris guiding Fred to a special platform that floated up in the air for all to see.
Roughly ten-fifteen meters up in the air Fred was ‘greeted’ by the same stranger he had briefly met after the champion fight at House Xilas: A shining one female clad in a rich purple dress, decorated with the usual gaudy shining one jewellery, as well as several dozen small camera drones that seemed quite curious at him, all appearing like small flying orbs similar to what Lady Vris used in the arenas.
“So you’re the imperial champion” Fred mused, not terribly impressed. Sure, the imperial champion appeared stronger and with more well-defined muscles than the likes of Lady Vris and her peers – she was also a bit taller than Lady Vris – but Fred knew quite well how easily shining ones broke after the fight with the house Xilas champion.
The imperial champion on her floating platform orbited Fred, observing him in his business suit quite carefully: “And you are the house Xilas war-smith. I do hope you aren’t planning on fighting in that outfit”
“Of course not – this is just formal attire” Fred noted, finding the imperial champion’s annoyed tone somewhat telling. Had she been expecting to check out Fred’s weapons before the fight? Was she annoyed that he wasn’t showing off his arsenal in advance? It was hard to tell.
Down on the ground Lady Vris seemed to be swarmed by well-wishers and others congratulating her on the great honor that it obviously was to be the trainer who supplied the quarry for the hunt – she didn’t look like she needed any help with any of that.
“Hey, look up here – your trainer can’t help you now” the imperial champion said, sounding annoyed that she didn’t have Fred’s undivided attention.
With a bit of laughter Fred turned his gaze back up to the champion: “What? You afraid I’m going to turn the hunt on you? Also, I never got your name”
“You don’t need my name – just as I don’t need yours. Ish will put your name on the trophy plaque just fine” the imperial champion said with a haughty snort, coming off as no small amounts of offended that Fred wasn’t at the very least showing respect.
Nodding, Fred found himself agreeing: “You’re absolutely right: When Ish stuffs and mounts you, I’ll have it do you up in a silly pose, to mock you and the very memory of these hunts”
With a deep sigh the champion rubbed the brow of her snout and had her platform bring her up close to Fred: “I have observed many recordings of you, even ones from social functions. I understand that you are not quite as savage as the usual mud-throwers I come up against – but your barbarism shows none the less. Make no mistake: You are the one to be hunted”
Fred kept looking straight ahead, the camera drones ever so curious about him – but he knew from Lady Vris that they were only there for visual feeds, not audio, to which end he quietly stated: “I have developed ways of neutralizing the plasma blasts from your Tiberon rifle. You will not be able to hurt me – so I am not making any mistakes here: You’re the one who’s going to be hunted, I hope you can run well”
The champion floated away from Fred ever so slightly, her looking quite apprehensive: “You… Ish, check his records – has the rules on technology exposure been upheld?”
The voice of the local Ish was… different – it made a few clicks before its voice came on, as if things were switching on. It wasn’t robotic, it was fluid and organic in its pronunciation, plus it had inflections hinting of an odd accent: “This fighter has not been informed of the true nature of silverlight or derived technologies Mistress K’Vir”
Ok, so now the champion had a name – and they had a weird Ish here, maybe an older model? Or just one that had run for longer and aged into better speech patterns?
Lady K’Vir certainly didn’t look happy to hear that Fred was cleared for the hunt, given his stated threat towards her: “A pathetic attempt at deception – trying to make me worried that you might actually harm me? I’ve seen the recordings; I know how you fight. You won’t be able to get near me”
“So you are bringing that slow-down field you usually use against fighters. Great, that actually works to my advantage” Fred noted with a smile.
This was off-script. Lady K’Vir had been the imperial champion for quite some time – had shot and killed more fighters and fighting creatures than she cared to remember – even other war-smiths, but this guy? This barbarian, he spoke with a fearless certainty and candour that her splendour and station seemingly could not assail – or put differently, then her quarry, despite knowing what was about to happen, was not fearing for his life… and where was the fun in that?
Fred watched Lady K’Vir as she seemed confused, angered and frightened all at once: “It will hurt, a lot. The weapons I’ve brought won’t kill you quickly… that’s not possible with your shield, but that might also mean you’ll have a shot at forfeiting before you die”
Her face contorting into an angry sneer, her fangs almost bared – but not enough to cause a scene, for there were quite a lot of people watching – Lady K’Vir floated away from Fred: “I am done here. Bring my quarry to the preserve”
Lady Vris had told Fred of this: The hunt always took place in the Imperial Preserve. It was housed in one of the domes that were part of the grand palatial space station, by no means the largest, but it was still absolutely huge… but Fred also knew from a lot of the recordings of previous hunts, that the imperial champion and its prey were usually set up fairly close to each other, but just out of view of each other.
The transit was surprisingly quick, and Fred had barely even noticed that he had been equipped – to his relief it was his special custom loadout for the hunt.
Elsewhere in the preserve the imperial champion appeared, clad in a glorious uniform wrought of beautiful white, purple and silver materials. Human fashionistas might have mistaken the outfit for a somewhat style-confused safari outfit – which honestly wasn’t that far off – but that was also where the similarities ended, as the imperial champion’s single piece of equipment looked very much otherworldly: The Tiberon rifle was an absolute technological marvel of micro-fusion, plasma-generation and gravitic braiding, looking both delicate and powerful, its cleft barrel revealing the gravitic actuators visible inside spooling up and glowing a baleful blue not unlike the Cherenkov radiation one might see if looking into an active nuclear reactor.
With a gallant stride that all onlookers would identify as a confident gait informed by all manners of superiority, the imperial champion began search for her prey. It covered Lady K’Vir’s nervousness perfectly, and her hat and visor obscured her eyes enough that none of the camera drones following her could see how she was desperately scanning the grasslands for her quarry… no, her opponent.
Normally walking the imperial preserve was a privilege that only those favoured by the imperial court got to experience – a fragment from the lost ages, from when the shining ones had a homeworld. The air was different than the usual ship or station fare, and there were sounds that were said to stir the soul. To Fred it was just another arena with an alien biome: the grass was green, but still a little off-coloured, and the bugs crawling around in the bushes didn’t look like anything he knew from Earth.
Oh well, time to pollute a little: Flicking a series of switches on his left arm, Fred tripped the relays that started the electrical engines in his armored backpack. The multiple exhaust pipes shuddered and began to billow thick clouds of black smoke. It was the finest of carbon dust, a continually generating smoke-screen that would dissolve the plasma blasts that were sure to come his way, drawing from a storage vessel that held enough dust to let Fred generate a smokescreen for well over an hour at full blast, or almost a dozen hours if he dialled the motors down.
The imperial champion quickly spotted the black cloud beyond the ridge to her left. It also confused her greatly, because of all the multitudes of strange alien beasts she had fought, then none had ever smoked…
Fred knew that he’d likely be spotted long before he’d see the champion – but from the recordings of previous hunts, then he knew that the champions didn’t really ever try to hide, so once the champ started to shoot at him, then it should be easy enough to spot his target.
Once he got up on the ridge those shots started coming in quite rapidly.
Between the augmented reality visor built into the champion’s hat, and the usual blast radius of the shots fired from the tiberon rifle, then Lady K’Vir didn’t really expect much of a challenge – well, normally – but she had reviewed Fred’s progress in the fights and how he had constantly developed new weapons… at least until he had developed functioning firearms, at which point he had stopped bringing new weapons to bear at the fights. This had made her highly suspicious of what he might have come up with for the hunt. Was this smoke thing part of that? Was it some kind of scheme to poison her?
If only the imperial champion had known how close to the truth she was – yet, she was still not entirely correct.
Oh well – line up the shot, strike a dazzling pose, pull the trigger. The champion’s tiberon rifle responded instantly, drawing a tiny amount of superheated plasma and wrapping it tightly in a gravitic braid, then pulling that knot of gravity out along the length of the barrel at super-sonic speeds. The gravitics in the barrel made the weapon self-stabilizing, meaning there was no real recoil to speak of – this made it easier to assume fancy poses for the adoring crowd, even if that was probably the last thing on the mind of the weapon’s original designers back when the Shining Ones actually knew how silverlight worked.
Sure, the ‘cheering crowd’ was distributed throughout the palatial station, watching via camera drones, but the moment the plasma blast struck the black smoke surrounding Fred it instantly exploded… but not in the usual way. It just evaporated into a large puff! Sure, it was a really hot puff of gas, hot enough to instantly char the grass near it, but the heat simply dissipated so quickly that nothing really managed to catch fire.
Fred had of course had plenty of time to work up countermeasures to this. His suit of armor was ‘only’ strong enough to protect him if a stray shot hit the ground, or a tree, or a rock near him that showered him with bits of wood or stone shards, but it also contained a very nice cooling system – because the heat was more than enough to cook him if not cooled pretty quickly.
The champion and the countless shining ones of course cared nothing for such technical details, be it how the tiberon rifle worked or how Fred’s kit worked – they were a lot more focus on and confused about why Fred hadn’t exploded in a hot shower of meat vapours.
In a fine display of discipline, Lady K’Vir lined up and fired two quick shots into the smoke cloud. It was pretty obvious that the puffs blew away part of the smoke when the plasma shots disintegrated, but it just came back too fast for her to get shots to actually hit Fred. Sure, Fred’s cooling system was stressed to a little beyond maximum capacity, Fred very quickly beginning to sweat like a pig in his armor – but after those three shots the champion seemed to realize that just shooting at Fred wouldn’t work, giving Fred precious time to cool down again, vent overheated coolant but also to peer through the smoke and actually spot the champion.
Raising his almost comically oversized weapon at the champion, while more or less completely obscured by the smoke around him, Fred pulled the trigger once. There was a noticeable thud as the grenade left the barrel, followed by a click as he rotated the drum magazine into position for the next shot.
The oversized grenade sailed through the air fast, but not much faster than an arrow, in the general direction of the champion… but it didn’t land anywhere near her. As it hit the ground it bounced ever so slightly in the grass a little, then burst into a shower of fire and flame, the incendiary round lighting off.
The champion let out a laugh, knowing that there were loads of camera drones observing her and listening in, awaiting her biting remarks: “Pathetic… can you even see where you’re aiming?”
Fred couldn’t hear the champion – but he could see the bright light from the fire, giving him a rough idea of where he had hit. Alright, time to take a risk: turning a dial, Fred reduced his smoke-screen output to one tenth for a moment, and darted out of the smoke cloud to get a proper look. Knowing to look in the direction of the fire, Fred quickly spotted the extravagantly dressed champion.
Clad not just in imperial haute couture, but imperial hunting couture, Lady K’Vir was quite surprised to see Fred pop out of the smoke. He looked strange, clearly not clad in the same kind of gear that he usually fought in… his helmet seemed to have far less detail, and his armor looked less bulky – and it had tubes sticking out of it.
Of course, what worried the champion the most was the massive gun Fred had levelled at her – she holding her rifle in a relaxed fashion with just one hand by her side. When Fred pulled the trigger, a second grenade the size of a generic can of food, tumbled through the air. The champion had to laugh: Was he really going to try to light her on fire?
It made sense – she had seen him use grenades that sprayed burning liquid before. Against fighting characters with fur it had worked quite well, but against an imperial champion? Really? Lady K’Vir simply had to laugh.
A testament to the amount of time Fred had spent target practicing with his new grenade launcher, the grenade flew in a wide arc and would have hit the champion somewhere around the left shoulder if not caught in the shield bubble around her almost two meters away from her. As far as the champion was concerned, it was a sad and futile display.
Now, Fred had seen plenty of recordings of previous champions up against fighters, so he had a pretty good idea of how the champion’s shield worked. He suspected that it was some kind of automated system that would catch any kind of projectiles that got near the champ, and drop it safely to the ground, using the same kind of gravity technology that the ships used.
Lady K’Vir looked at the metal canister with disdain – if the thing was about to explode her shield would catch it, and if it was about to turn into fire like the other one, then it would only spray fire in a small area around itself. Again, pathetic – but a good try.
The top and bottom of the canister popped off, and then… black smoke billowed out.
Of all the things that Lady K’Vir could feel, then she felt insulted: “At least try to actually kill you idiot!”
Fred could only faintly hear what was being shouted, but he didn’t care he just needed to wait a few seconds. The champion was kicking at the smoke, looking quite unsatisfied with Fred’s ploy – plus the black smoke seemed to be sticking to her feet. Disgusting!
While distracted, Fred advanced on the champion, shielded just barely by his smoke screen. The periscope he had made to peer our from the smoke cloud was shaky as hell, and the lens and mirrors were getting covered in soot. He needed to get closer, because the next couple of grenades he wanted to fire were heavier - they wouldn’t fly as far.
Stepping well away from the smoke grenade, Lady K’Vir noticed that Fred was approaching. Two pot-shots at his smoke-screen only resulted in more pulses of very hot gas bursting forth and scorching the ground between Fred and the champion, but it also stopped his advance – good. At this point she really didn’t want him getting anywhere near her – she had seen recordings of his sword-play, or that exploding spear of his.
Standing roughly a hundred and sixty or so meters from the champion, at a slightly elevated position halfway down the ridge, Fred took careful aim. This one had to hit, or it would give his game away… and his backup plans were very limited.
The dull thud from the grenade launcher was barely audible to Lady K’Vir, but her visor picked up the incoming canister. Another? Really? Was he going to try to annoy her to death? It certainly would be a novel strategy… but really?
The canister flew in a much lower arc, dropping faster – but Fred was much closer. Tumbling through the air, the canister was caught by the shield just above the ground to the champion’s left. This time it didn’t spray out fire or black smoke – but pale yellow smoke…
“Such a dasling display of color – is thi-” the champion began, but her words stopped as her lungs and throat began to burn.
Fred had observed in the recordings of former champion hunts that some champions had complained or quipped about the stench of some of their quarries – so gas and vapors seemed to pass through the shield just fine… which meant that chlorine gas would also pass through it. Producing the stuff had been easy enough: Fred had known how to make the stuff for ages, ever since that mod-pack he liked for Minecraft had begun to include chemical ore extraction and processing.
From his periscope Fred saw the champion try to run away from the gas – but the canister was stuck in her shield, and Fred had seen in the old recordings that arrow and thrown spears would remain in the shield until swatted away. In her panic it seemed that the champion hadn’t really thought of that – though Fred figured it was more likely that she simply wasn’t used to having to clear her shield of debris.
Advancing with the champion sprinting around in circles trying to out-run the chlorine gas billowing out to her left down at the ground, Fred tapped his helmet to check the seals on his gas mask. Aside from the air-filtration to make sure he wouldn’t inhale all the smoke he was pumping out, then he’d also had to reverse engineer a functional gas-mask… and holy shit that had not been fun to test, especially not when the first four prototypes hadn’t worked during tests with his own chlorine gas.
Running at the champion, Fred came at her like a pain train wreathed in darkness. While distracted, the champion did see him coming – darting out of the way quite artfully, though her dodge was severely complicated by the gas canister billowing yellow chlorine gas out at her.
Missing her, Fred swung around only to see the champion having brought up and levelled her rifle at his chest, looking and sounding quite angry: “This farce ends now!”
Fred wasn’t sure how well her aim really was, considering the smoke he was still emanating, but as the champion was about to pull the trigger she started to cough – bleeding from her nose and coughing up blood.
One of Fred’s contingency plans had been a set of gas grenades hidden around on him. A button on his gauntlets would trigger them – but he didn’t want to displace what little carbon-smoke he had between him and the champ.
Looking quite pissed that her one-liner and execution combo had been disrupted, Lady K’Vir wiped her mouth and nose and finally pulled the trigger.
To all the camera drones hovering around the two, all they saw was a flash of light as the tiberon rifle did two things, pretty much at the same time: As usual when pulling the trigger on the device, it fired a shot of plasma in a gravity braid – but the carbon dust particles in the air caught the bubble almost before it managed to leave the barrel, resulting in contact between the blindingly hot plasma and the barrel aperture. Sure, a lot of the plasma managed to vent out and disperse as another searing hot puff of gas, but the barrel exploded just the same.
The second thing that happened was that plasma core of the rifle cycled in fresh air to compress and heat up into plasma – but there was carbon dust in that too… and the internal containment failed because of that for the same reason as the plasma round. This made the whole gun blow up.
The time between these two things happening were down to a level where telling them apart normally wouldn’t really matter, but the forces at play made up for that: The core technically exploded first, threatening to shower both Fred and the champion with a hot burst of white-hot shrapnel – but the barrel explosion turned away most of the shards heading Fred’s way as the two blast fronts met.
As far as Fred was concerned he just felt the force of what seemed to be a single explosion, and he felt dozens of small things pinging off his armor at very speeds – his visor even cracked in four spots on the outer layer, but the champion got a far rougher treatment: the hail of white-hot shrapnel shredded her arms, much of her face and a good deal of her left leg, plus knocking her over backwards, putting the gas-canister down next to her face, and her largely unable to shuffle away from it.
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2021.10.23 14:18 _Triple_ [STORE] ★40 KNIVES & GLOVES, LOTS OF PLAYSKINS! Bfk Freehand FN, Glock Emerald FN, Shadow Daggers Lore FT, Glock Fade FN, Bfk Damascus MW, Kara Slaughter MW, M9 Bayo Crimson Web/Case Hardened FT, Flip Doppler FN, Moto Gloves POW! WW, M9 Bayo Damascus FT, Skeleton Scorched MW, Bayo Damascus FT & More

Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in my inventory Feel free to add me or even better send a trade offer. Open for any suggestions, upgrades & downgrades: knives, gloves and skins. I also accept rare patterns / rare floats / rare stickers. All Buyouts are listed in cash, more in items.

KNIVES & GLOVES
★ Butterfly Knife | Freehand (Factory New) - 0.02(#rank7), B/O: $999 ★ Butterfly Knife | Damascus Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $510 ★ Karambit | Slaughter (Minimal Wear), B/O: $499 ★ M9 Bayonet | Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $299 ★ M9 Bayonet | Case Hardened (Field-Tested), B/O: $270 ★ Flip Knife | Doppler (Factory New) - 0.007, Phase 2, B/O: $260 ★ M9 Bayonet | Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $220 ★ Skeleton Knife | Scorched (Minimal Wear), B/O: $210 ★ Bayonet | Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $180 ★ Shadow Daggers | Doppler (Factory New) - Phase 2, B/O: $130 ★ Shadow Daggers | Lore (Field-Tested), B/O: $125 ★ Gut Knife | Fade (Factory New), B/O: $125 ★ Flip Knife | Freehand (Field-Tested), B/O: $120 ★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife | Stained (Minimal Wear), B/O: $120 ★ StatTrak™ Flip Knife | Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $110 ★ Flip Knife | Blue Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $110 ★ Stiletto Knife | Stained (Minimal Wear), B/O: $105 ★ Gut Knife | Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $105 ★ Gut Knife | Autotronic (Well-Worn), B/O: $100 ★ Ursus Knife | Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $95 ★ Classic Knife | Night Stripe (Field-Tested), B/O: $95 ★ Navaja Knife | Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $95 ★ Falchion Knife Vanilla, B/O: $90 ★ Bowie Knife | Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $85 ★ Stiletto Knife | Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $85 ★ Shadow Daggers | Case Hardened (Field-Tested), B/O: $80 ★ Paracord Knife | Scorched (Field-Tested), B/O: $70 ★ Gut Knife Vanilla, B/O: $70 ★ Gut Knife | Freehand (Field-Tested), B/O: $65 ★ Gut Knife | Bright Water (Field-Tested), B/O: $65 ★ Shadow Daggers | Blue Steel (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $65 ★ Navaja Knife | Urban Masked (Field-Tested), B/O: $50 ★ Moto Gloves | POW! (Well-Worn), B/O: $250 ★ Moto Gloves | Polygon (Field-Tested), B/O: $170 ★ Sport Gloves | Bronze Morph (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $105 ★ Broken Fang Gloves | Needle Point (Minimal Wear), B/O: $95 ★ Hand Wraps | Arboreal (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $65
HIGH-TIER & MEDIUM-TIER SKINS
Glock-18 | Fade (Factory New), B/O: $920 Glock-18 | Gamma Doppler Emerald (Factory New), B/O: $280 M4A4 | Asiimov (Field-Tested), B/O: $95 AWP | Asiimov (Field-Tested), B/O: $70 AK-47 | Bloodsport (Factory New), B/O: $55 M4A1-S | Printstream (Field-Tested) - 0.16, B/O: $55 StatTrak™ AK-47 | Asiimov (Field-Tested), B/O: $45 AK-47 | Bloodsport (Minimal Wear), B/O: $40 Desert Eagle | Printstream (Field-Tested), B/O: $40 CZ75-Auto | Emerald Quartz (Minimal Wear), B/O: $38 SCAR-20 | Brass (Factory New), B/O: $38 StatTrak™ M4A1-S | Player Two (Field-Tested), B/O: $34 MAC-10 | Gold Brick (Minimal Wear), B/O: $32 M4A1-S | Printstream (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $32 AK-47 | The Empress (Minimal Wear), B/O: $31 StatTrak™ AK-47 | Neon Revolution (Field-Tested), B/O: $25 StatTrak™ XM1014 | Incinegator (Minimal Wear), B/O: $24 AWP | Neo-Noir (Minimal Wear) - 0.08, B/O: $24 AK-47 | Neon Rider (Field-Tested), B/O: $23 StatTrak™ AK-47 | Point Disarray (Field-Tested), B/O: $23
RARE STICKERS & PATTERNS
ST Nova | Ghost Camo (Field-Tested) - x4 Hellraisers Katowice 2014, B/O: $265 ST AWP | Asiimov (Battle-Scarred) - Guardian Gold Krakow 2017, B/O: $205 Dual Berettas | Marina (Field-Tested) - x3 NAVI Katowice 2014, B/O: $199 Deagle | Heirloom (Field-Tested) - x4 LC Holo Cologne 2014 1/1, B/O: $155 StatTrak™ AK-47 | Legion of Anubis (Factory New) - 0.009, B/O: $110 Glock-18 | Candy Apple (Factory New) - Navi Holo Katowice 2014, B/O: $99 Glock-18 | Candy Apple (Factory New) - Hellraisers Holo Katowice 2014, B/O: $99 M4A4 | Radiation Hazard (Field-Tested) - iBUYPOWER Katowice 2014, B/O: $80 Five-SeveN | Kami (Factory New) - Virtus.Pro Holo Katowice 2014, B/O: $60 P2000 Scorpion (Factory New) - 3DMAX Katowice 2014, B/O: $16 P2000 Scorpion (Factory New) - Dignitas Katowice 2014, B/O: $14 P2000 Scorpion (Factory New) - Ninjas in Pyjamas Katowice 2014, B/O: $12

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