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  Finman (@Sman_71) reported 3 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Nerf the god dam SVDM Balance the guns better Fix bloom and bullet registration Tons of useless guns Tons of glitches What a disaster this game has become

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  PaulsCorner-VerseQuest (@TNTJohn1717) reported 6 minutes ago

  The mature conclusion is therefore not ignorance. It is ordered knowledge. Learn history, but put Scripture above the historian. Learn grammar, but put Scripture above the grammarian. Learn Greek and Hebrew if God gives you the opportunity, but do not turn those languages into little golden calves and dance around them while correcting the Bible that taught you salvation. Read commentaries, dictionaries, church history, manuscript studies, and translation discussions, but keep the hierarchy straight. “The words of the LORD are pure words” (Psalm 12:6). That statement was true before the first modern seminary existed and will still be true after the last one closes. Conclusion The strongest conviction I came away with after considering these arguments is simple: this is not a Bible preference. A preference is vanilla or chocolate. A preference is sitting near the front or the back. A preference is whether the church sings the first, second, and fourth verses of a hymn or makes everybody suffer through the third one too. The authority of Scripture is not in that category. If God gave words, then words matter. If God preserved words, then preservation matters. If Christ said man lives “by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God” (Matthew 4:4), then every word matters. If Revelation warns against adding to and taking away from “the words of the book” (Revelation 22:18-19), then God plainly does not share modern Christianity’s casual attitude toward textual alteration. I also came away with a renewed warning for young believers. Do not be impressed into unbelief. A Greek word on a screen is not automatically truth. A doctorate after a name is not inspiration. A lexicon is not revelation. A textual apparatus is not the Holy Ghost. Learn from good men, but remember that good men can be wrong. Respect scholarship, but never worship it. The moment somebody teaches you that you cannot know what God said until he explains why your Bible does not really say it, your spiritual alarm ought to begin making noise. Perhaps he is correct about some technical detail. Examine it. But never surrender the principle that the Book judges men. Men do not judge the Book. And finally, I did not come away from this research thinking Gail Riplinger had given me another book to believe. I came away appreciating that she had forced me to look harder at the Book I already believed. The more I look at the issue, the more obvious the battlefield becomes. Satan has been questioning God’s words since Eden. I would have to be remarkably naive to suppose he retired from the business because Gutenberg invented movable type. The battlefield moved from a tree to a manuscript room, from a serpent’s mouth to a scholar’s footnote, but the question remains suspiciously familiar: “Yea, hath God said?” My answer is equally old. Yes, He hath. He said it. He preserved it. He meant it. And I intend to believe the Book before I believe the men correcting it.

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  Mighty Observer (@Mighty_0bserver) reported 9 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Fix Rise from your Grave! 1998 revives is unachievable in REDSEC, especially with Gauntlet lobbies being so low. PLEASE lower the requirement.

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  Rateb Slik (@rateblab) reported 10 minutes ago

  The hidden battlefield is repetition. The feed repeats outrage, fear, comparison, novelty, and urgency. A learner needs different repetition: recall, labs, debugging, writing, explanation, review. The feed and the learner are both in the repetition business. The difference is what each repeats. The feed repeats the inputs that hold attention, and the repetition is the training: the more outrage you see, the more your mind expects outrage; the more comparison you consume, the more your self-image runs on comparison. You become better at what you repeat, and the feed makes sure you repeat its menu. A learner needs a different menu, and the menu is boring on purpose. Recall, because retrieving a fact strengthens it more than rereading it. Labs, because running the thing teaches the thing. Debugging, because fixing the error teaches the system. Writing, because explaining forces understanding. Review, because the spaced return is what makes the knowledge durable. The fight is not between the feed and your intention. It is between two repetition schedules. The feed's schedule is engineered to win, and it wins by volume: it is always on, always new, always urgent. The learner's schedule is fragile: it needs the phone away, the block protected, the loop repeated. You become what you repeat. Choose the repetition, because if you do not choose it, the environment will choose it for you, and it will choose what holds attention, not what builds you.

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  Palanxw2i (@Palanxsparta99) reported 12 minutes ago

  @SirWarfare @PneumaTime @BattlefieldComm Theres basically no mastery because of the extremely slow speed and to make things worse we have the ultra broken Anti radiation missiles that ignore below radar and sometimes even flares

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  John (@DownHomeJohn) reported 13 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm the tally towards Ace awards in Sky Sweep isn’t counting kills correctly. Please fix this.

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  Shawd (@shawd4mvp) reported 16 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Your game is junk. All it does is crash on PS5.

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  Zachary Davidson (@Ryangofett_2490) reported 24 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Buying Rooster just to crash into the Carrier control tower 😭

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  1god-dim-mak (@1godimak) reported 25 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Fix your game

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  That Guy In IT (@That_Guy_in_IT) reported 26 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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  Cyco9 (@Cyco94) reported 26 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Tried playing Carrier Strike with a friend on Xbox last night to do some co-piloting. I know MW4 beta dropped but we couldn't get a lobby to launch. We sat in half filled lobbies several times that couldn't get enough players. Please fix or at least let the map bot fill to start.

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  InterstellarGaming.Co (@InterstellarG0) reported 28 minutes ago

  @SgtDangerCow @danoboltup @Battlefield Dano suffers from skill issues. He should go play something less violent.

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  Miny Boy (@miny_boy) reported 29 minutes ago

  Session Twenty: The Book That Bit Back The days passed quietly after their departure from civilization, and for once, the expedition seemed almost disappointingly normal, with the party traveling deeper into the enormous forest while the wagons creaked along the increasingly uneven trail, the horses steadily growing accustomed to their new routine, and nobody encountering anything with too many legs, too many teeth, or a suspicious connection to Witch-Tech. For Kai, this was practically a vacation. No monsters. No mysterious laboratories. No guards. No murder charges. No being arrested. No party members making catastrophically stupid decisions. Just him, his cart, Dawn K., The Second One, and several weeks of traveling through a forest where something horrible was almost certainly waiting for them. He couldn't have been happier. Dutchman, meanwhile, had discovered a new use for his strange magical bookshelf. Each morning, he would pull out one of his magical books and see what appeared. “Let's see what we have today,” he said one morning, reaching into the strange enchanted shelf. He pulled out a book. The cover looked ordinary enough. Dutchman opened it. He began reading. “Hmm.” “What?” Kai asked from the driver's seat. “It's someone's journal.” “Is it interesting?” “Not really.” Dutchman continued reading. Apparently, the journal belonged to some unfortunate man whose life had taken a particularly depressing turn. A week earlier, the man had eaten dinner alone. A few days later, he had worked up enough courage to ask the pretty barmaid out on a date. She had agreed. The next day, she stood him up. The following day, he wrote several pages about how devastated he was. Dutchman slowly lowered the book. “...This is depressing.” Rashare looked over from the cooking area. “What happens next?” “He cries.” “Oh.” Dutchman flipped another page. “He continues crying.” “Put it back.” “Agreed.” The book went back into the magical shelf. Nobody needed to know how the story ended. The journey continued. The road became rougher as they traveled farther from the established paths, and the cart began rocking violently over roots and stones. Fortunately, Kai had prepared for exactly this problem. He glanced proudly at the suspension underneath his cart. “Aftermarket.” Rashare, sitting in the back while preparing another pot of stew, nodded approvingly. “It's actually pretty nice.” “Of course it is.” “You spent a lot on it.” “Worth every gold piece.” The cart bounced over another enormous root. Everyone was thrown slightly upward. The stew somehow survived. Kai smiled. “See?” Nobody responded. “Perfect.” The day ended without incident. No hybrids. No monsters. No mysterious magical phenomena. Just another quiet night beneath the trees. The following morning, Dutchman decided to try his magical bookshelf again. “Maybe something useful this time.” He reached inside and pulled out a thick volume. His eyes lit up. “Oh!” “What?” “A spellbook!” Everyone became slightly more interested. Dutchman opened it. There was one spell inside. True Strike. Silence. Kai stared at him. “That’s it?” “Apparently.” “You waited all morning for a book that teaches you how to point at something?” “It's a magical spell.” “It sounds useless.” “It could be useful.” “You've got one spell.” “It's still a spell.” Kai shrugged. “Whatever makes you happy.” Dutchman reluctantly put it away. Later that afternoon, the forest opened enough for Kai to see a strange sight ahead. A tall man was walking along the trail with a group of much shorter people. Kai narrowed his eyes. He nudged Gwyane. “Look.” Gwyane looked. “What am I looking at?” “The tall guy.” “Okay.” “And the short people.” “Okay.” Kai grinned. “Hmmm.” Arcades looked over. Kai's grin widened. “I wonder if the tall person has enslaved the shorter ones.” Arcades' expression immediately soured. “Kai.” “Am I right, Arcades? Tall Alliance.” “Don't.” Kai laughed. “I'm just asking questions.” Gwyane looked increasingly nervous. “Are we sure they're not some kind of dangerous group?” “Probably,” Kai said. “What?” “I don't know.” The party continued past without approaching them. Whatever the strange group was doing, it apparently had nothing to do with them. For now. The next morning, they were deeper in the forest. The trees were enormous now, their branches forming a canopy so thick that the sunlight barely reached the forest floor. Dutchman woke early and immediately went for the magical bookshelf. He reached inside. His hand touched something strange. “What's this?” He pulled out a thick book. It was covered in fuzzy material. It even seemed to be breathing. Kai stared at it. “That thing moved.” Dutchman frowned. “Books don't move.” “That book moved.” “I'm going to check it.” He performed an Arcana check. Eleven. Kai watched him. “Well?” Dutchman shrugged. “Seems normal.” Kai stared at the book. “It's breathing.” “Could be the forest.” “It's inside the cart.” “Could be... enchanted air.” Kai sighed. “Open it.” Dutchman opened the book. The book inhaled. Everyone froze. Then the cover slowly opened wider. There were no pages. There were teeth. “...Oh,” Dutchman said. The book lunged. “MIMIC!” Kai's eyes widened. He rolled initiative. Twenty. “Finally.” Kai drew his greatsword and brought it down on the creature with tremendous force. Twelve damage. The mimic recoiled. Kai looked at it. “It's just a book.” He struck it again. Eleven damage. And again. Twelve damage. “Stay off my cart!” The mimic hissed. Kai pointed his sword at it. “The damn thing is both science and magic. I hate it. Get it off my cart!” Dutchman rushed forward. “I'll grab it!” He attempted to grapple the creature. He missed. The mimic bounced away and landed among Rashare's pots and pans. There was an enormous metallic crash. “HEY!” Rashare stared into the wagon. “My cookware!” The mimic sprang from the pile. It clamped its teeth around Kai's arm. Kai's eyes widened. “AGH!” The bite tore into him. Sixteen damage. Poison began spreading through his veins. Kai staggered. “Gods! Get off me, you bastard!” The wagon rocked violently. The others around the camp began turning toward the noise. “What the hell is happening?” Gwyane shouted. “THE BOOK IS EATING KAI!” Rashare yelled. Kai wrestled with the creature. “If that thing kills me, I'm haunting you, Dutchman!” Dutchman grinned. “You and your family, you mean?” Kai's eyes suddenly widened. For half a second, the mimic wasn't even the thing he was thinking about. “What did you…” The mimic bit him again. Sixteen damage. Kai's strength disappeared. His knees buckled. His sword slipped from his hand. And after more than twenty sessions of adventuring, fighting, getting arrested, surviving disasters, and somehow remaining upright through all of it… Kai finally fell. His body hit the wooden floor of the cart. His wings briefly flickered into view. He breathed one final, weak sentence. “In my last words... I blame Dutchman.” The mimic climbed onto him triumphantly. “Fair,” Dutchman said. Libra came sprinting toward the wagon. “Oh no.” He stared inside. “Kai is unconscious.” He paused. “Oh no.” he kept saying dryly. He jumped into the wagon and attempted to wrestle the mimic away. He missed. Dutchman grabbed the creature. “Got it!” Gwyane arrived behind them. “What is happening?” “A book is eating Kai!” Gwyane looked into the wagon. Despite himself, he smiled. “That is... actually pretty funny.” “HELP!” “Right!” Gwyane raised his hand. “Guiding Bolt!” The spell fired. Nat one. And promptly flew completely out of the wagon. It disappeared into the forest. There was a distant squawk. “Cawww…” A bird fell from the trees. Gwyane stared. “...Sorry.” Rashare looked at the dead bird. He finished his stew. Then he grabbed his crossbow. “Enough.” He fired. The bolt struck the mimic. Two damage. “Ha!” The creature barely reacted. Captain Nelva had finally arrived. She stared into the wagon. Then at the party. Then at Kai. Then at the enormous magical book currently trying to eat one of her mercenaries. “...Should I be concerned?” Nobody answered. The other expedition members simply stood around staring. Libra grabbed the clasp again. “Come on.” He strained against the mimic. “Let's be friends.” The creature hissed. “We can learn so much from each other!” The mimic lunged. It missed Dutchman by inches. “Apparently not!” Kai rolled a death saving throw. Everyone watched. Dutchman immediately cast Spare the Dying. “Not today.” The spell stabilized Kai. Libra finally found the clasp. “Now!” He slammed it shut. The mimic went completely still. Silence. Everyone froze. The book stopped moving. Dutchman carefully waited several seconds. “Is it dead?” Kai remained unconscious. Rashare poked the book. Nothing happened. “Maybe.” Dutchman slowly reached for it. “Mend.” The damage to the strange book repaired itself. Then Dutchman looked at Kai. “Mend.” The torn fabric around Kai's arm magically repaired itself. Kai smiled faintly in his unconscious state. “Thanks, Elara,” he whispered. Dutchman paused. He looked at Kai for a moment. Then back at the book. “Huh.” He wrapped the mimic securely in rope. Then he wrapped the shelf itself in even more rope. “There.” He stepped back. “Nobody touches this thing again.” Everyone agreed. Arcades finally reached the wagon. He stared at the aftermath. “...What happened?” “Book.” “What?” “Book.” “Why is Kai unconscious?” “Book.” Arcades sighed. “Of course.” He knelt beside Kai and placed a hand on him. Healing magic flowed through the fighter. Kai's eyes opened. He immediately coughed and grabbed his injured arm. “Damn it.” Arcades smiled. “You're alive.” Kai slowly sat up. “I hate reading.” Arcades laughed. “Me too, friend.” “You need anything?” Kai shook his head. “No.” He tried to stand. His legs wobbled. He caught himself against the side of the wagon. “I'm going to...” He looked around. “...tend the animals.” Arcades nodded. “And sulk?” “Yeah.” “Fair enough.” Kai climbed down from the wagon. He walked toward Dawn K. and The Second One. For a while, he said nothing. He simply stood beside them, rubbing their necks and checking their tack. Dawn K. stared at him. Kai sighed. “Don't start.” The donkey stared. “You didn't do anything.” More staring. “I know.” Kai leaned against the wagon. “I almost died because I was reading a book.” Dawn K. continued chewing. “You know what?” Kai looked toward the forest. “I'm beginning to think you're the smart one.” The donkey continued chewing. Kai smiled faintly. “Don't let it go to your head.” Behind him, the expedition continued preparing for the day's journey. The magical mimic remained tied securely inside the cart. The dead bird lay somewhere in the forest. The party had survived another morning. And Kai, for the first time in more than twenty sessions, had learned an important lesson: Sometimes the most dangerous thing in an adventurer's life isn't a monster, a wizard, a dragon, or a cursed artifact. Sometimes it's a book. Nelva was still staring at the wagon as though she had just witnessed a small-scale magical war break out inside a perfectly ordinary cart, and, to be fair, from her perspective that was almost exactly what had happened. The forest had been quiet, the expedition had been proceeding normally, and then suddenly a bolt of radiant magic had erupted from Team B's wagon, followed by shouting, the unmistakable sound of something being struck with a sword, and finally the sight of Kai stumbling out looking as though he had personally lost an argument with a library. Nelva planted her hands on her hips. “What in blazes was that?” Dutchman, still standing beside the wagon with the newly repaired and thoroughly restrained mimic-book, looked genuinely proud of himself. “It’s called reading.” Nelva stared at him. “Reading?” “Yes.” “A bolt of light shot out of your cart.” “Very intense reading.” “There was screaming.” “Educational screaming.” “There was a sword involved!” “Advanced reading.” Nelva slowly looked toward the others, apparently hoping someone else might explain what had just happened, but all she received were variations of awkward silence. Finally she turned back to Dutchman. “Are you going to be a problem?” Dutchman considered the question. “Nah.” Nelva raised an eyebrow. “We just need a few rules,” Dutchman continued. “No reading in the cart, and stab the book before we open it.” There was a long silence. Nelva's expression suggested that she had spent her entire career studying strange creatures and magical phenomena, yet somehow this group was proving to be the most difficult specimen she had ever encountered. “...Fine.” She walked away. Dutchman watched her go. “I think she understands.” Gwayne shook his head. “I don't think she understands anything.” The expedition continued deeper into the forest, the trees growing thicker around them as the road gradually became little more than a muddy track between enormous trunks and tangled undergrowth. The party's mood had settled somewhat after the incident with the mimic, although Kai remained noticeably quieter than usual, riding toward the rear with his attention divided between the road, his animals, and the lingering pain in his arm. Arcades had noticed. He had been watching his friend throughout the morning, occasionally opening his mouth as though he wanted to say something, then deciding against it. Eventually, however, Arcades found himself riding alongside his new horse. He looked at her. She looked at him. He cleared his throat. He cast, speak with animals. “So... uh... horsey?” The horse turned her head. “You can call me Veni!” Arcades blinked. “Oh.” Veni smiled, or at least Arcades interpreted the movement of her muzzle as a smile. “But any name will do. I'm just happy to have a chance to go out. This place is very scary.” Arcades looked around at the enormous forest. “Yes,” he said solemnly. “It is.” He thought for a moment. “Veni, do you need anything?” “Apples would be wonderful! I could go much farther with some apples.” “I... will look into that.” Veni nodded enthusiastically. “Thank you!” Arcades then remembered something. Dawn K. He glanced over toward the donkey, who was currently watching the conversation with an expression that Arcades could only describe as suspicious. Arcades rode over. “Hey, Dawn K.” The donkey turned toward him. “Oh, I never asked you something. What do you actually want to be called?” Dawn K. thought about this. “Well, Kai calls me Dawn K., so that'll do.” “What does the K stand for?” The donkey stared into the middle distance. “I'm not sure.” He paused. “Hmm...” Another pause. “It stands for Donkey!” Arcades frowned. “No, wait.” Dawn K.'s ears perked. “It stands for Kai!” He shook his head. “Wait, he told me not to call myself that.” Arcades was beginning to regret this conversation. “Then it stands for...” Dawn K.'s eyes widened with sudden inspiration. “Kobolt!” Arcades blinked. “Kobolt?” “Yes! I am Dawn Kolbot!” Somewhere behind them, the Dungeon Master immediately wrote something down. Dawn K.'s full name: Dawn Kolbot. It was now canon. Arcades stared at the donkey. “You know what a Kolbot is?” “Sure.” Dawn K. nodded confidently. “Scaly guys. Quite scary. Sharp teeth. Hides. Suits me, I guess.” Arcades looked toward the sky as if silently asking for divine assistance. It did not come. Then Dawn K. turned his head. “Hey... you.” “Arcades.” “That is not a name.” “It is literally my name.” Dawn K. ignored this. “How's Kai doing?” Arcades' expression changed. “He seemed very upset this morning. I saw that light coming out of the wagon, then he came out looking angry. He's been upset for a while.” Arcades sighed. “He's Kai. Give him a moment.” He looked toward the back of the caravan. “Hey, Kai!” Kai turned slightly. “How are you doing? Dawn K. is worried about you.” Kai groaned. He did not answer. Arcades looked back at the donkey. “He's upset, but he'll be okay. Being beaten by a book can be a little... humbling.” “Oh, poor Kai.” Dawn K.'s expression suddenly changed. His ears lowered slightly. “You know… Kai talks to me a lot, about all sorts of stuff, he used to before you guys came along. He even tells me all sorts of sad things.” Arcades froze. “...What?” “You know, sad things.” “I don't want to ask.” “But you must know.” “I really don't.” “But you want to.” Arcades hesitated. Dawn K. smiled. “About the war.” Arcades' eyes widened. “How he got hurt.” The paladin sat completely still. “How he could hardly walk...” Arcades swallowed. “Until those magic people got to him.” Dawn K. paused. “Well, technically he went to them.” Arcades' face went bright red. “Oh no.” He immediately held up a hand. “Please don't tell me anything else. That's personal.” “Yeah,” Dawn K. said proudly. “Kai doesn't tell anyone. Just me.” He puffed out his chest. “I'm special.” Arcades stared at him. Then Dawn K. added: “You know, if you get me some donkey treats, I could tell you more.” Arcades' eyes narrowed. “...What kind of treats?” “Little ***** of sweet stuff. Oats. Berries.” The Second One wandered over. “Oh yes. They're very nice.” Veni's ears immediately perked up. “I like apples.” “Me too,” Dawn K. replied. “Sometimes Kai has apples.” Arcades stared at the three horses and donkey. “What is happening?” “Ask him if he has apples!” “What, I'm being shaken down for information I don't even want?” Dawn K. shrugged. “That's business.” The Second One nodded. “Very good business.” Arcades rubbed his forehead. He desperately tried to change the subject. “So... is it true you kill lots of people?” Dawn K. looked away. “Maybe.” “Maybe?” “I don't remember everything.” He shrugged. “Kai says I did, so maybe I did.” The donkey looked genuinely proud. “I'm a very special donkey.” The Second One nodded solemnly. “You should hear him talk to the stable boys.” Dawn K. laughed. “Yes, they know me.” Arcades stared at them. Then he sighed. “Do you actually eat people?” “Maybe.” “Do you swindle people?” “Maybe.” “That's not an answer!” “I told you, I don't remember.” He smiled. “I'm very mysterious.” Then Dawn K. leaned closer. “I can tell you more about Kai.” Arcades sighed. “Of course you can.” “The magical dice.” Arcades' eyes widened. “Magical dice?” “Yeah. Kai says they land on whatever he wants.” Arcades slowly turned his head. “He has magical dice?” “He lets me use them sometimes.” “You can use them?” “I just nudge them.” Dawn K. grinned. “Kai tells me to land on big numbers.” Arcades stared forward for several seconds. “Remind me,” he finally said, “to never gamble against Kai.” He sighed. “I'll get you some treats.” Dawn K. smiled. “But stop telling me things.” From somewhere nearby, Dutchman had been quietly listening to the entire conversation through his own magic. His eyes widened. “Magic dice?” He leaned in farther. Arcades looked over. “You've been listening this whole time?” Dutchman smiled. “I heard everything.” Arcades groaned. Eventually Arcades rode over toward Kai. Kai was tending to the animals, apparently attempting to enjoy five consecutive minutes without being dragged into someone else's nonsense. “Hey, Kai.” Kai looked over. “Do you have any donkey treats?” Kai's eyes widened. “No.” He narrowed his eyes. “Not you too.” “What did he tell you?” “Nothing.” Arcades paused. “Nothing at all.” Kai stared at him. “Uh-huh.” “He just wants treats.” Kai sighed deeply, reaching into his supplies. He pulled out a small bag. “Five.” He handed them over. “Just know that Dawn K. is a known liar.” Arcades nodded. “You said he swears a lot.” Kai blinked. “He did not swear at you?” “No.” “Must be because he’s in a good mood.” Kai looked toward Dawn K. “Or he's worried.” He shook his head. “Trust me, get him upset and I'm sure he'll swear up a storm.” Arcades laughed. “Want me to translate a conversation between you two?” Kai considered it. “Nah.” He shook his head. “We communicate better the way we do. Exact words would make things weird, and me having a conversation with myself in front of the table isn't exactly something I want to experience.” Arcades nodded. “Fair.” He handed the treats to the animals. Dawn K. immediately devoured his. The Second One happily accepted his. Veni received her treat and seemed delighted. The three animals continued along the road, noticeably happier than they had been five minutes earlier. Behind them, Dutchman's spell finally began to fade. He grinned. “I heard all of that.” He looked at Dawn K. “I knew it!” Dawn K. glanced back. Arcades frowned. Kai slowly looked toward the donkey. Dawn K. looked back at Kai. For the remainder of the day, the two of them exchanged increasingly suspicious sideways glances. Kai had absolutely no idea what Dawn K. had told Arcades. Dawn K. had absolutely no intention of telling him. And Arcades, despite having received far more information than he had ever wanted, was now carrying a bag of donkey treats like a man who had accidentally purchased access to a secret intelligence network. The day eventually came to an end without another disaster, which by the standards of Team B counted as a remarkably successful day. The forest grew darker as evening settled in, the sounds of insects and distant animals replacing the noise of the city they had left behind days earlier. The party made camp, ate what food they had available, and settled into another night beneath the trees. Kai kept one eye on Dawn K. Dawn K. kept one eye on Kai. Neither trusted the other. The following morning arrived quietly. No monsters. No screaming. No magical explosions. No murderous books. Dutchman, apparently believing that he had suffered enough trauma from his previous reading experience, reached into the cursed bookshelf once again. “Let's see what we've got today.” He pulled out a book. He examined the cover. No teeth. He turned it over. Still no teeth. He cautiously opened it. Nothing attacked him. Dutchman relaxed. The title was harmless enough. It was a children's story about a dolphin and a mysterious crystal. He looked at the others. “Well... that's not very exciting.” Kai, from the driver's seat, glanced over. “Good.” He tightened his grip on the reins. “Let's keep it that way.” For once, the forest seemed to agree. By the end of the next day, the expedition had begun to reveal its first real weakness: they were running out of food. The wagons had been packed for a long journey, but the forest had proven larger, rougher, and more demanding than anyone had anticipated, and with every passing day the stores dwindled a little further. The party had been relying heavily on Rashare's legendary wilderness expertise, which was a reasonable decision considering his history of surviving in the wild, his decades of experience, his knowledge of hunting, and the fact that he had somehow survived both the wilderness and an arena. Surely, if anyone could find food, it was him. Rashare marched into the woods with the confidence of a man who had stared down nature itself. He returned shortly afterward. He had shot a mushroom. More specifically, he had shot a poisonous mushroom. Then he had sneezed. He rolled a one on survival. That was the entirety of his contribution to the food shortage. “I'm going back to camp,” Rashare muttered. Arcades tried next. Unfortunately, the great paladin's chosen quarry was not some magnificent beast or easily slain woodland creature. It was fruit. And berries. He returned with very little. “Not exactly a feast,” Gwayne remarked. “No,” Arcades admitted, holding up a handful of berries. “But they're edible.” “Probably.” Arcades looked at him. “Probably?” “I'm just saying, we don't know what kind of forest this is.” Arcades slowly put the berries away. “Fair.” Then Libra disappeared into the woods. Unlike the others, he returned with actual food. Two birds. He held them up proudly. “Dinner.” Rashare stared at him. “You shot two birds?” “Yep.” “After I shot a mushroom?” “Yep.” Rashare sighed. “I hate this forest.” Kai, meanwhile, had come to a completely different conclusion. If the party needed food, perhaps they should find something large enough to feed everyone. And if they were going to be in a dangerous forest filled with mysterious hybrid creatures, perhaps they should also find something they could fight. So Kai wandered off looking for trouble. “Maybe we'll find some goblins,” he muttered. “Something useful.” He found something useful. Unfortunately, he found it with a natural twenty. Kai pushed through the trees and stopped. Something enormous was moving through the brush ahead of him. At first, it looked like a boar. Then Kai realized just how large it was. It was enormous. Four tiles on the battlefield enormous. A beast capable of providing enough meat to feed the entire wagon party for days. Kai stared at it. Then he stared at its rear end. The creature slowly moved through the brush. Kai grinned. “Is that you, Dutchman?” The table erupted. Dutchman's player was not amused. “I hate you.”

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  NBA Champion Anthony 🇹🇹, (@theStoryofArose) reported 30 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Fix the matchmaking

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  Joe (@Joeboy201x) reported 30 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm fix the lag in redsec rank

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  Rick B. White (@RickBeeWhite) reported 34 minutes ago

  @BRICSinfo JUST IN: 🇮🇷🇬🇧 IRANIAN-LINKED HACKERS ARE REPORTED TO HAVE SHUT DOWN A UK POWER PLANT IN A MAJOR CYBERATTACK ⚡🚨 No missile. No fighter jet. No soldiers crossing a border. Just code. And suddenly, critical infrastructure stops working. British reporting describes the incident as an unprecedented cyberattack and attributes it to hackers believed to be linked to Iran, although the full attribution still requires scrutiny. And that raises a much bigger question: A REGIME IN SERVICE OF WHOM? Its own people? Regional stability? Or a strategy in which pressure is exported beyond its borders whenever confrontation escalates? If hackers can switch off a power plant today, what could they target tomorrow? Water? Hospitals? Transport? Communications? Cyberwar has changed the meaning of the battlefield. You no longer need to invade a country to reach inside it. But before anyone declares Tehran guilty beyond doubt, show the evidence. Who ordered it? Who executed it? And was the Iranian state actually behind it? If that connection is proven, Britain should be asking a very serious question: Is this hacking— or warfare without missiles? 📖 “For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed.” — Luke 8:17

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  PaulsCorner-VerseQuest (@TNTJohn1717) reported 34 minutes ago

  2. The Bible Is Not Embarrassed by Broken Families The Bible does not present the family as a collection of airbrushed people wearing matching clothes and smiling beside a fireplace. That is the department-store version of family, and it usually lasts until the photographer collects his money. Scripture begins its family record with Adam blaming Eve, Cain murdering Abel, and the first parents standing beside a grave they never expected to dig. Abraham’s household knew rivalry, Hagar’s rejection, and sons separated from one another. Isaac and Rebekah each preferred a different child and helped plant the division between Jacob and Esau. Jacob’s partiality toward Joseph turned brothers into traffickers who sold their own blood and carried a bloodstained coat home to their father. Aaron and Miriam spoke against Moses. Eli’s sons disgraced their father’s office. Samuel’s sons did not walk in his ways. David could govern a kingdom, defeat a giant, compose inspired Scripture, and still watch his house become a battlefield of lust, murder, revenge, manipulation, and rebellion. Anybody who says the Bible has nothing practical to say about dysfunctional families has apparently been using it to level a coffee table. The Scriptures also tell us why such estrangement intensifies as history runs toward its appointed conclusion. Second Timothy 3:1 warns, “This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.” The passage then moves from “lovers of their own selves” to “unthankful,” “without natural affection,” “trucebreakers,” and “false accusers.” That is not a random grocery list of unrelated vices. Self-love becomes the governing religion; gratitude dies because nobody feels indebted to anybody; natural affection disappears because duty interferes with personal preference; truces are broken because peace requires humility; and false accusation supplies the moral paperwork needed to justify the separation. Once self becomes the sun, every family member must either orbit correctly or be declared dangerous. Modern culture can dress that rebellion in expensive therapeutic language, but a snake does not become a necktie because somebody teaches it a new vocabulary. Again, legitimate protection exists, real abuse exists, and wise boundaries exist. But the Bible’s warning remains: a generation trained to worship itself will eventually treat natural affection as an optional subscription. Most importantly, the Lord Jesus Christ is not a distant spectator to rejection. Psalm 69:8 prophetically says, “I am become a stranger unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mother’s children.” John 7:5 records, “For neither did his brethren believe in him.” He came unto His own, “and his own received him not” (John 1:11). He knew what it was to be misunderstood by those nearest, deserted by disciples who professed loyalty, betrayed by a companion, denied by a friend, and rejected by the nation to which He came. Hebrews 4:15 says that we have not an high priest “which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities.” Christ does not understand rejection merely because omniscience gave Him information about it; He entered this world and tasted it. When you pray from the wreckage of a family relationship, you are not explaining an unfamiliar sensation to a comfortable deity. You are speaking to the Man of sorrows. The nail-scarred hand receiving your prayer once reached toward people who refused it, and therefore no rejected believer ever kneels before a High Priest who needs the wound translated. 3. When You Do Not Know What You Did One of the cruelest forms of estrangement occurs when judgment is announced but the charge is withheld. The person is blocked, excluded, or informed that contact is over, yet no specific conduct is identified. Perhaps a few heavy labels are supplied—“toxic,” “unsafe,” “controlling,” “negative”—but labels are conclusions, not evidence. Proverbs 18:13 says, “He that answereth a matter before he

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  Alejo V (@alejo_vieira) reported 36 minutes ago

  @Battlefield can't make a good season expansion? All bugs. Score in the top gun series with bug. Spawn point with bug. You shouldn't have a salary until fix the freaking game.

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  Alfredo Perez (@Fonzieguys) reported 37 minutes ago

  @ApollosMission Battlefield ain't bad , cs2 good besides the massive chester issue

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  PaulsCorner-VerseQuest (@TNTJohn1717) reported 39 minutes ago

  4. “Begin to Possess It, and Contend with Him in Battle” - Promise Does Not Excuse Passivity Then comes the command: “begin to possess it, and contend with him in battle.” Begin. Israel is entering a new stage. This is not yet Jericho. Jordan has not yet been crossed. Moses is still alive. But possession starts here. God often begins fulfillment before men recognize the larger shape of what He is doing. A small beginning may carry the DNA of a much larger purpose. Zechariah 4:10 later asks, “For who hath despised the day of small things?” The first territory east of Jordan is not the complete inheritance, but it is no trivial matter. Once Sihon falls, Israel’s enemies will hear about it. Once Israel possesses that land, momentum toward Jordan increases. God often opens a great chapter with a sentence that looks smaller than the chapter it starts. “Contend with him in battle” is equally important. The word is not “negotiate indefinitely,” “avoid confrontation,” or “circle Heshbon until Sihon dies naturally.” There is a divinely appointed conflict. Modern religion often speaks as though all contention were inherently unspiritual. The Bible does not. Jude tells believers to “earnestly contend for the faith which was once delivered unto the saints.” Paul says he fought a good fight. The Lord Jesus verbally confronted Pharisees, overturned tables, and called hypocrisy what it was. Again, Church Age contention is not Israelite military conquest, but there are truths that must be defended and errors that must be resisted. Peace is biblical; cowardice wearing a peace pin is not. At the same time, the command to contend comes after repeated commands not to contend with others. That balance must be preserved. Some men are so delighted with “earnestly contend” that they appear to have skipped every verse about meekness, patience, charity, gentleness, and refusing foolish questions. Others are so fond of peace that they would have politely asked Goliath whether he preferred a dialogue circle. Scripture produces neither professional brawlers nor professionally harmless men. It produces servants who know which battles matter. A man who fights everybody proves he lacks discernment; a man who fights nothing proves he lacks conviction. 5. “This Day Will I Begin to Put the Dread of Thee” - God Can Fight Before the Army Arrives Verse 25 says, “This day will I begin to put the dread of thee and the fear of thee upon the nations that are under the whole heaven, who shall hear report of thee, and shall tremble, and be in anguish because of thee.” Notice that Israel’s warfare is not limited to swords and shields. God is working in the psychology of surrounding nations before Israel reaches them. Reports will travel. Fear will spread. Hearts will tremble. The battlefield begins in places Israel cannot see. God can arrive ahead of His people and start the battle in the enemy’s imagination. Joshua 2 later confirms the reality of this fear when Rahab tells the spies, “I know that the LORD hath given you the land, and that your terror is fallen upon us,” adding that the inhabitants’ hearts melted when they heard what the Lord had done at the Red Sea and to Sihon and Og. Deuteronomy 2:25 is therefore not empty rhetoric. The report of these victories becomes part of the terror in Canaan. History starts preaching Israel’s God before Israel’s army arrives. That is the remarkable economy of providence: one victory can prepare the atmosphere for another. What God does today may already be preaching in a city you have not reached yet.

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  lynxx🍡 (@1Lynxx) reported 43 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm So you guys need feedback, ok... - Option to use legacy cam, and disable these changes - Air radar area is too small - TTK is still fast as hell, this is a general problem tbh - Jets still feels "clunky", they need more to feel more responsive, like bf4/bf3 - Speed control

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  Neakoh ☘️ (@Neakohh) reported 43 minutes ago

  @Myth_ The problem isn’t directly copying what battlefield does, it’s how do you differentiate from that genre entirely, there’s not much you can do differently …all these games are the same

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  PaulsCorner-VerseQuest (@TNTJohn1717) reported 47 minutes ago

  11 of 95: Deuteronomy 2:31-37 - The Fall of Sihon Key Passage: Deuteronomy 2:31-37 Introduction Deuteronomy 2:31-37 records the moment when God turns promise into possession and Sihon turns from a reigning king into a lesson written in the dust. The Lord had already told Moses, “Behold, I have given into thine hand Sihon the Amorite, king of Heshbon, and his land” (Deuteronomy 2:24). Sihon then refused Israel’s peaceful request for passage, hardened himself against the will of God, and marched out with his people to fight at Jahaz. Now the Lord says in verse 31, “Behold, I have begun to give Sihon and his land before thee: begin to possess, that thou mayest inherit his land.” Notice that word begun. Israel has spent decades wandering because an earlier generation refused to believe God at Kadesh-barnea, but now the next generation is about to watch the first major pieces of enemy territory fall into its hands. The wilderness had been full of graves; this battlefield will be full of evidence. God has not forgotten Abraham. God has not misplaced the covenant. God has not been weakened by Israel’s previous failure. A promise can wait through an unbelieving generation without aging one day in the mind of God. The victory itself is described with no uncertainty about who deserves the glory: “And the LORD our God delivered him before us” (Deuteronomy 2:33). Israel fought, Israel smote, Israel took cities, Israel gathered cattle and spoil, but the inspired record puts divine action ahead of human action. The Lord delivered Sihon. That is the controlling fact. Israel is not being taught self-confidence after forty years of cowardice; they are being taught confidence in the God they should have trusted in the first place. There is a world of difference. Self-confidence says, “We finally discovered how strong we are.” Faith says, “We finally believed how strong He is.” The old generation had looked at the enemy and said, “We be not able.” The new generation looks at Sihon after God speaks and discovers that the issue was never Israel’s ability. The greatest change between Kadesh-barnea and Jahaz was not the size of Israel’s army—it was which voice Israel believed. Yet the passage contains an equally important lesson on the other side of victory. Verse 37 says, “Only unto the land of the children of Ammon thou camest not… nor unto whatsoever the LORD our God forbad us.” Israel has just watched cities fall. Sihon is dead. His sons are dead. His kingdom is broken. No city proves too strong. Momentum is rolling in Israel’s favor, and that is precisely when boundaries become especially important. Defeat can tempt a man to quit; victory can tempt him to overreach. God had given Sihon’s land, but He had not given Ammon’s. The same faith that charged into Sihon’s territory stopped at Ammon’s border. That is mature obedience. If victory makes you forget where God drew the line, victory has become another form of temptation. 1. “I Have Begun to Give” - God Announces the Beginning of Possession The Lord says in verse 31, “Behold, I have begun to give Sihon and his land before thee.” Israel is entering a decisive new stage. For years the language of the journey had been about wandering, passing by, turning, restraining, waiting, and respecting territories assigned to others. Now the vocabulary changes to give, possess, and inherit. God is not merely moving Israel geographically; He is advancing covenant history. This territory east of Jordan does not represent the whole promised inheritance, but it is a real beginning. A beginning from God should never be despised because it is not yet the whole thing. The first stone in a foundation does not look like a house, but remove it and the house never stands. God often gives the first evidence of fulfillment before He reveals the full scale of what that fulfillment will become.

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  赢政天下 (@winzheng_lab) reported 47 minutes ago

  ARP attacks turned net cafe Machine #3 into a daily cyber battlefield for millions Billing hacks, restore software & HaoFang wars powered China’s first PCs. How did you survive the lag? #InternetCafe

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  SALWIN (@1SALWIN) reported 49 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Please add dedicated Middle East servers and a proper server browser. High ping makes the game frustrating and gives enemies an unfair advantage, even when my gameplay is good. We want to play Battlefield, but the ping issue needs to be fixed.

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  RG | Rehsto (@Rehsto) reported 52 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Keep this same mentality and energy when players are calling for nerfs due to skill issues, bring back that movement from beta

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  Mr. Johnson (@Mishael86291893) reported 55 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Fix the flight controls

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  Jet_Pilot_PakFA (@Jet_Pilot_PakFa) reported 55 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Fix camera for who doesn't use this abominations and fix the ******* radar, lobotomites.

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  Victini Fan (@xdd1234321) reported 1 hour ago

  @MomSkyRB I feel RTW is such a good ban that would hurt Kennen no? The main problem I see with Kennen is that he can flow RTW on cooldown so he never needs to commit bodies to a battlefield and can simply move around and perma develop his base while having good point tempo

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  Warden (@Edwarden99) reported 1 hour ago

  @BattlefieldComm Fix carrier strike because it's literally just spawn killing mode