Battlefield 6 status: server issues and outage reports

Problems in the last 24 hours

The graph below depicts the number of Battlefield 6 reports received over the last 24 hours by time of day. When the number of reports exceeds the baseline, represented by the red line, an outage is determined.

Most Reported Problems

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

• Sign in (43%)
• Online Play (28%)
• Glitches (14%)
• Game Crash (8%)
• Matchmaking (7%)
• Hacking / Cheating (0%)

Live Outage Map

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

City	Problem Type	Report Time
Madrid	Online Play	4 hours ago
La Trinité	Game Crash	5 days ago
Lyon	Online Play	6 days ago
Persan	Sign in	7 days ago
Metz	Sign in	7 days ago
Lyon	Matchmaking	7 days ago

Full Outage Map

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Battlefield 6 Issues Reports

Latest outage, problems and issue reports in social media:

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  PurpleKoolAidMan (@prplekoolaidman) reported 25 seconds ago

  @MrProWestie I think the issue is that Battlefield relies on microtransactions, which tie in to the game's assignments and live service progression. If the devs allow a server browser, a significant amount of the playerbase is just in 24/7 metro servers and never interact with that system.

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  ADA (@Uc_heyy02) reported 1 minute ago

  — Won wars both on and off the battlefield. — Warned Viserys about the threats gathering around him. — Pushed for decisive action before the Greens could grow stronger. — Wanted enemies eliminated before they became bigger problems. — Had actual experience fighting and winning wars. — Repeatedly gave Rhaenyra the most ruthless solutions. — Was dismissed because everyone saw him as a violent madman. — Was proven right more times than anyone wants to admit. IGNORING DAEMON TARGARYEN WAS THE REASON THE DANCE BECAME A DISASTER

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  StockIncubator (@stockincubator) reported 2 minutes ago

  The war in Ukraine exposed a critical vulnerability in the U.S. defense industrial base: we simply do not have the manufacturing capacity for sustained attritional warfare. Our legacy munitions stockpiles were rapidly depleted, and the cost exchange ratio is fundamentally broken. We cannot survive a near-peer conflict by firing multi-million dollar missiles to shoot down cheap drones. The legacy primes can't scale fast enough. We need the neo-defense tech ecosystem: • Anduril: Hyperscale autonomous manufacturing to rapidly rebuild America's munitions stockpile. • Shield AI: Autonomous software stacks and AI pilots to neutralize drone swarms and operate in contested EW environments. • Palantir: The AI-driven data layer for faster battlefield decision-making and supply chain integration. Software and scalable manufacturing will win the next era of conflict. 🇺🇸 #americafirst

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  Rajan (@Rajan24312) reported 4 minutes ago

  @LifeMathMoney Bruh. If they're made to do military service, we'll lose to China. If you're a soldier,you need someone who is strong enough to help you out. Women are a liability in a battlefield.

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  General Warmonger (@GeneralWarmong) reported 4 minutes ago

  I see a big problem with America right now. It's unwillingness to sacrifice soldiers on the battlefield. This makes the strongest army completely useless. The world elites are not amused... So, they will make America Great Fighter Again, by making it Communist. After failing to defend Horm

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  . (@Lowie426) reported 4 minutes ago

  @Heebie314 I’m kinda wondering if WE might be the problem. Disinfo was necessary. They said never to leave the battlefield (x) but leaving these iPhones/X/social media might actually be the answer after all… nothing changes till we pull the plug. Maybe?

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  Warlord (@MarkU27717) reported 5 minutes ago

  @ATipplingPhilo @AMK_Mapping_ AMK is the problem because you don’t like his tone. But the guy who only reports 40% of the battlefield advances is fine? Haha alright

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  Thomas Wade (@TEWade13) reported 6 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Why am I getting -20 and I'm a bronze?? In ranked matches. It has started from the very beginning season 2. And when I look it up. It says it's a glitch or a bug???

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  Shadrach (@sbagiah) reported 7 minutes ago

  The P-Square saga is proof that success doesn’t always preserve relationships; sometimes, it magnifies what was already broken. When money, family and ego collide, even love can become a battlefield. Some wounds don’t bleed. They simply change people.

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  Adesola (@mummyOsasogie) reported 10 minutes ago

  If you feel your child is drifting away from you, do something. Do not wait until the distance becomes a permanent wall. This is not the time to dig your heels in because you want to prove a point. Eat humble pie. Stoop to conquer. You need your child more than you need to win an argument. And sometimes, you may even discover that you were the one who needed to apologise. Your child may need more time. Your child may need more conversations. Your child may need more attempts from you. Do not rush the process. First rebuild the connection. Create a safe space again. Do not immediately drag them back into the battlefield where the hurt happened. Go somewhere different. Make new memories. If you can afford it, travel together. Befoee you fix the problem, remind each other that the love is still there. If you are sensing that your child is drifting away from you, whether you are the Dad or the Mom, I pray that you and your child always find your way back to each other Good morning

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  LtMcGuganfps (@TheRobbieBlair) reported 14 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm The single BEST thing y'all could do is to stop forcing crossplay 10s of thousands of us will not play with crossplay on Crossplay destroys the experience. From great fun to garbage with the flip of that switch Ping from 38 to 100 Constant light glitches Constant lag issue

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  DJ North (@KarmaKarhu) reported 15 minutes ago

  @SolFPSS One problem that seems to have been persistent in every Battlefield game is attachments. There's so many pointless ones, which is fine giving freedom of choice perhaps. Muzzle especially is troublesome. And unlock is the slowest ever.

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  Lambda Rick 🏴‍☠️/acc (@benrayfield) reported 17 minutes ago

  @gailcweiner i told GPT-5.6-ExtraHigh to write some cussing Page 1 There are moments in this bastard-coated, ****-sprinkled carnival of existence when ordinary profanity simply does not possess enough ******* horsepower. “Damn” won’t do it. “****” walks onto the battlefield carrying a ******* pool noodle. Even “****” sometimes arrives, surveys the smoking crater where common sense used to live, and quietly realizes that it has been catastrophically underqualified for the goddamn assignment. You need industrial profanity. You need obscenity with ******* load-bearing walls. You need a sentence that enters the room wearing steel-toed boots, kicks over the furniture, punches punctuation in the throat, and demands to know which incompetent ************ authorized this festering, ***-backward *********** in the first goddamn place. Because somehow, through a magnificent ******* collaboration between laziness, stupidity, bureaucracy, ego, caffeine deficiency, software updates, badly labeled buttons, and the eternal human urge to touch **** that was already working, everything has become ******. Not merely broken. ******. ****** sideways. ****** diagonally. ****** in dimensions Euclid never had the ***** to define. This is advanced ******* fuckery. This is weaponized incompetence operating at a level where you begin wondering whether somebody actually studied the problem for six months specifically to discover the most exquisitely aggravating possible way of ******* it up. You stare at it. It stares back. Neither of you speaks. Then somewhere deep inside your skull, one exhausted neuron rises from its chair, adjusts its tiny ******* necktie, walks calmly to the emergency profanity cabinet, breaks the glass, and removes the ceremonial ************. Not because you wanted this. Because events demanded it. Mother. ******. Two perfectly serviceable words mankind discovered independently and then welded together into a linguistic ******* sledgehammer. You swing it. ************. Still insufficient. So you add reinforcement. GODDAMN ****-JUGGLING ****-GOBLIN ************. Better. Your blood pressure has now entered low Earth orbit. Somewhere, a Fitbit quietly files for ******* workers’ compensation. You continue. “What cauliflower-brained, piss-drinking, sewer-fermented bastard looked at this rancid mountain of flaming horse **** and said, ‘Yep, ship it’?” Silence. Naturally. Because the ************ responsible has already gone home. Probably early. Probably got promoted. Probably has “strategic problem solver” on LinkedIn. Of ******* course. Page 2 Now you have transcended anger. Anger is primitive. Anger is a caveman banging rocks together. You have reached administrative profanity, the stage where rage becomes structured, documented, version-controlled, and suitable for presentation to upper management. There will be ******* charts. There will be diagrams. There will be a twelve-slide deck titled HOW IN THE EVERLOVING **** DID THIS HAPPEN? Slide one: Initial Conditions. Everything ******* worked. Slide two: Intervention. Some ******* had an idea. Slide three: Outcome. Nothing ******* works anymore. Slide four: a photograph of a dumpster fire with the dumpster itself somehow also on fire. Slide five is simply the word WHY written seventy-three ******* times. Management asks whether you can make the presentation “more constructive.” Constructive? You marvelous ****-eating bastards, I am trying to construct a coherent explanation for how seventeen adults with college degrees, three project managers, two consultants, an agile coach, a scrum master, a ******* Jira board, fourteen Slack channels, and enough cloud infrastructure to simulate weather somehow managed to produce a button that DOESN’T ******* BUTTON. You press it. Nothing. You press it again. Nothing. You press it harder, because despite decades of evidence to the contrary, the ancient monkey portion of the human nervous system remains convinced that buttons understand intimidation. Nothing. Then you discover the button works only after opening Settings, selecting Advanced, enabling Legacy Compatibility Mode, restarting the application, accepting a license agreement written by Satan’s ******* paralegal, sacrificing a USB cable under a blood moon, and clicking the button twice but not too quickly. ****. That. ****. You begin composing feedback. “Dear development team…” Delete. “Greetings…” Delete. “To whichever tragic assemblage of oxygen thieves…” Tempting. Delete. Eventually you type: “This workflow could perhaps be simplified.” Because apparently civilization depends upon everyone pretending that this **** isn’t absolutely ******* deranged. But deep inside, the uncensored version is screaming: WHO DESIGNED THIS COCKAMAMIE ****-TANGLE OF ****-SMEARED NONSENSE? Who sat there drinking lukewarm office coffee and decided that what humanity needed was another ******* modal dialog? Who decided the “Save” button should disappear when changes have been made? Who moved the goddamn setting everybody uses into a submenu called “Other”? OTHER ******* WHAT? Other than useful? Other than discoverable? Other than designed by somebody whose cerebral cortex hasn’t been replaced by a ******* decorative houseplant? Your jaw tightens. Your eye twitches. Somewhere in the distance, a printer announces PAPER JAM despite visibly containing no ******* paper. And now there will be blood. Metaphorical blood. Mostly. Probably. Page 3 The printer is where civilized restraint goes to ******* die. Printers are not machines. Machines obey physics. Printers obey an ancient malevolent intelligence whose only purpose is to detect urgency and convert it into suffering. Need twenty pages tomorrow? Works flawlessly. Need one page in thirty ******* seconds? MAGENTA CARTRIDGE AUTHENTICATION FAILURE. I DON’T ******* NEED MAGENTA. THE DOCUMENT IS BLACK. “Cannot print without magenta.” You treacherous plastic shitbox. You ink-sucking bastard. You beige-and-black monument to mankind’s hubris. I have watched rockets land themselves vertically on floating platforms in the goddamn ocean, yet this ******* rectangle cannot put black marks on white paper because its ******* feelings about magenta are unresolved. You open the tray. Close the tray. Restart. Nothing. Unplug. Wait. Plug back in. Now it cannot find Wi-Fi. Fantastic. Absolutely ******* magnificent. Twenty years of wireless networking and apparently the printer has forgotten that electromagnetic radiation exists. The computer sees it. The router sees it. Your phone sees it. The printer sits six ******* feet away blinking like a lobotomized lighthouse. You enter the password. Incorrect. You enter it again. Incorrect. You reveal the password. It is correct. Printer disagrees. Now this disagreement is personal. “You miserable ******* appliance.” The printer makes a noise. Not a productive noise. A noise indicating internal philosophical struggle. Grinding. Clicking. Whirring. Then silence. ERROR 0x800FUCKYOU. Naturally. You search the error code. Top result: “Have you tried restarting your printer?” I HAVE RESTARTED THIS ************ SO MANY TIMES IT HAS EXPERIENCED MORE REINCARNATIONS THAN A ******* TIBETAN MONK. Second result: “Make sure the printer is powered on.” Thank you. Thank you, internet. Without this wisdom I might have spent the rest of my natural ******* life screaming at an unplugged toaster. Third result: seventeen-minute video. Intro lasts four minutes. “Before we begin, smash that like button…” I WILL SMASH SOMETHING, YOU AD-READING ******* WALNUT. The actual solution appears at minute 14:37. You must remove the device, reinstall the driver, disable a service, reboot twice, reinstall the manufacturer’s six-hundred-megabyte software package, create an account for reasons known only to Satan, agree to telemetry, refuse an ink subscription four ******* times, and then, if Mercury is not retrograde, the printer might condescend to print your grocery list. It finally prints. The page emerges. You pick it up. It is blank. You look toward heaven. Heaven wisely pretends not to ******* notice. Page 4 At this point profanity ceases being language and becomes weather. A low-pressure system of **** develops behind your eyes. A cold front of **** crosses the frontal lobe. Scattered bastards appear by noon with an eighty-percent chance of ************ toward evening. Emergency services advise residents to remain indoors and avoid unnecessary interaction with customer support. Too late. You have called customer support. “Your call is important to us.” No ******** it isn’t. If my call were important, some human being would answer the goddamn telephone instead of making me listen to twelve seconds of royalty-free ukulele music followed by an automated voice explaining that your website exists. “Please listen carefully, as our menu options have recently changed.” They have been saying this for nine ******* years. At what point are these menu options no longer “recent”? Did you redesign the ******* phone tree this morning? Is there a crack team of telecommunications bastards rearranging “press one for billing” every Tuesday solely to keep elderly people from developing dangerous levels of confidence? “Press one for sales.” One. “Did you say technical support?” NO. “Please say yes or no.” NO. “I’m sorry, I didn’t understand.” YOU UNDERSTOOD “TECHNICAL SUPPORT” WHEN I PRESSED ONE, YOU ELECTRONIC *********. Eventually a person answers. You feel immediate sympathy because this poor bastard did not create the system. They are merely chained to it professionally. You explain the problem. They understand. Hope appears. Then: “I’ll need to transfer you.” There it goes. Hope is dead. Transfer music begins. Seven minutes. Fourteen. Twenty-three. The music stops. Silence. You whisper, “Don’t you ******* dare.” Click. Call disconnected. Your soul exits your body. It hovers near the ceiling, observes your trembling mortal shell, and decides this entire ******* species was a clerical error. You call again. “Your call is important to us.” **** YOU. Not figuratively. Not rhetorically. Not as some weak conversational garnish. A full-bodied, barrel-aged, artisanal **** YOU, matured in oak for eighteen goddamn years and served at exactly the correct temperature. **** your phone tree. **** your hold music. **** the login portal that requires a verification code sent to the phone number you are calling because the ******* phone is broken. **** the password requirements demanding seventeen characters, three symbols, a hieroglyph, the maiden name of Charlemagne’s ******* dentist, and a character not previously used in any password since the invention of agriculture. **** “something went wrong.” WHAT went wrong? Something? Excellent ******* diagnostic information. A thing occurred somewhere. Engineering triumph. Humanity can rest now. Page 5 And then, after all that ****, something remarkable happens. The anger burns so ******* hot that it runs out of oxygen. You pass through rage and emerge somewhere beyond it. A peaceful place. A quiet place. The mystical ******* mountaintop of I no longer give a ****. The printer can jam. The software can crash. The website can demand another password reset. The toaster can request administrator privileges. The refrigerator can download a firmware patch. The goddamn microwave can develop opinions about cryptocurrency. Nothing matters anymore. You have seen the machinery behind reality, and it is held together with zip ties, Stack Overflow answers from 2013, expired certificates, forgotten passwords, undocumented APIs, spreadsheets named FINAL_v7_REAL_FINAL_USE_THIS_ONE.xlsx, and one terrified employee named Kevin who apparently knows how the whole ******* company works. Kevin is on vacation. Naturally. So you sit back. You behold civilization in all its majestic bullshit. Eight billion clever apes have covered the planet in fiber optics, satellites, nuclear reactors, smartphones, artificial intelligence, automated warehouses, particle accelerators, GPS navigation, robotic surgery, and toilets whose seats can heat your ***. And yet somewhere, right ******* now, a multimillion-dollar organization cannot complete an essential operation because Deborah has the spreadsheet open. That’s it. That’s the bottleneck. Human progress has slammed face-first into Deborah currently has the file locked for editing. Marvelous. ******* marvelous. You laugh. Not a normal laugh. The dangerous laugh of a person who has traveled beyond frustration and returned carrying forbidden knowledge. The laugh says: I understand now. Nobody knows what ******** they’re doing. The experts know more than everyone else, certainly, but eventually even the experts reach the edge of the map and discover a sticky note reading: DO NOT TOUCH THIS OR EVERYTHING BREAKS. Nobody remembers who wrote it. Nobody knows why. The employee responsible left in 2018. The code underneath was written in 2006. Its comments say: //temporary fix Twenty ******* years later, that temporary fix is load-bearing infrastructure. Civilization depends upon it. Banks depend upon it. Hospitals depend upon it. Possibly nuclear ******* weapons depend upon it. And some poor bastard named Raj is afraid to refactor the function because the last person who tried caused Belgium to disappear from the customer database. So here we are. Magnificent. Absurd. Profane. A planet full of brilliant ******* idiots constructing wonders atop layers of ancient bullshit and somehow keeping the whole ridiculous bastard machine running another day. And maybe that deserves one final obscenity. Not an angry one. A triumphant one. A colossal, chest-rattling, window-shaking declaration hurled directly into the uncaring ******* cosmos: HOLY ******* ****, WE’RE STILL HERE. Despite the bugs. Despite the bureaucracy. Despite the printers. Despite every half-assed update, every password reset, every “unexpected error,” every jammed mechanism, every missing dependency, every meeting that should have been an email, every email that should have been silence, every bastard who clicked Reply All, every godforsaken captcha asking you to identify motorcycles hidden behind seventeen blurry ******* traffic lights. We are still here. Still building ****. Still breaking ****. Still fixing ****. Still inventing entirely new and astonishing categories of **** to **** up. The universe throws entropy at us. We answer with duct tape. It sends catastrophe. We submit a support ticket. It threatens heat death. Some ******* immediately opens GitHub and starts a repository called heatDeathFix_v2. And against every ******* expectation, occasionally the bastard even works. That, *************, is humanity.

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  Jean (@JeanTVx) reported 17 minutes ago

  Might be weird request @WARDOGS but is there any possibility that accessibility options could be added like minimap size. My vision isn't the best and most of the time I find it fairly hard to see the needed info on the minimap. Having the same issue with battlefield 6.

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  Night Time 👀 (@FighterFPS) reported 19 minutes ago

  @XTuleta @renegator66 @ANTllSM So by that definition EA never made a bad broken Game. Battlefield 2042, Anthem, Mass Effect Andromeda, etc. are all the developers fault right?

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  Probably Noir (@probablytired2) reported 21 minutes ago

  @ShadowofHawk55 Im not doing this again, they're probably equally *fast* but marines are more durable The other problem is that marines have an order of magnitude more battlefield experience than spartans

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  General Warmonger (@GeneralWarmong) reported 22 minutes ago

  I see a big problem with America right now. It's unwillingness to sacrifice soldiers on the battlefield. This makes the strongest army completely useless. The world elites are not amused... So, they will make America Great Fighter Again, by making it Communist. After failing to defend Hormuz.

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  Chase Bevans (@lil_Bevans) reported 25 minutes ago

  @Battlefield FIX. STRIKEPOINT. WTF IS GOING ON?

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  QuaZaR (@QuaZaR_2) reported 27 minutes ago

  Don’t see anyone talking about it but vehicle disabling in battlefield is such a dogshit mechanic, get to low health in a heli or jet and 99% of the time it’s a forced crash because you literally cannot control it anymore, actual state mandated deaths dumb as ****

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  BluCollar Guy (@BluCollar_Guy) reported 28 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Cool. Now... Get to work on Frostbite and fix the broken lag compensation. That'd be REALLY cool. Otherwise it's a fun game. And recent maps have been freakin awesome!

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  MetalSlug (@metalslug0390) reported 29 minutes ago

  @FyrBorne Battlefield 6 has been an utter disappointment for me. It cannot resolve multiple core gameplay issues like the netcode, audio, and terrible matchmaking (west coast for me). I’m not going to get my hopes up for MW4 being a great game but it could be something to switch it up.

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  James Rands (@james_rands) reported 35 minutes ago

  @thinkdefence This was looking pretty vulnerable in 2013 (so not in fact 15 years ago). On the modern battlefield it's a death trap. Unless of course it's so far from the front that drones are just not an issue (which as a Corps HQ it probably should be) but then why not use buildings?

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  Fixyou (@Fixyou8701) reported 35 minutes ago

  @westerosies Ulf really went from being given a dragon to becoming one of the biggest problems on the battlefield. Silverwing made that betrayal even more brutal

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  Normal Person (@Rome_Ham) reported 36 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm All of these issues would be solved with a ******* server browser by the way!

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  Brutal American (@brutalamericans) reported 43 minutes ago

  @ScubaKim13 It's good to be aware, but what is the line? Will we wait until they outnumber us and run the entire apparatus of the state, with "legitimate" state power? Because of the "constitution"? The battlefield will be one sided and covered in the blood of our dead. In any other time in history we as a people would recognize this as a foreign hostile invasion and act accordingly. Voting "the right way" is not going to solve this problem.

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  medoyid_ua (@LetsArmUKR) reported 47 minutes ago

  @RepDonBacon Bacon gets it. Pyongyang isnt just sending cannon fodder, its sending officers to learn drone warfare, EW, and missile integration on a live battlefield. Every month they train in moscovia makes the Pacific problem worse.

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  UntamedTruth (Official) (@TheUntamedTrut1) reported 48 minutes ago

  There are a lot of smaller accounts (10k and below) posting, reposting, supporting larger accounts in the comments sections, making/sharing memes and videos, and only seeing a 1-2% follower/impression ratio when posting. FWIW, I see that ratio in some larger accounts too. Why? One can only speculate, but lack of content, context, or quality is not the issue in most cases. Especially when it happens on multiple platforms. If I had to throw a dart blinfolded at this, it would come back to if the majority of the content was advertiser-friendly or not. And if the content revolves around 5GW, anti-establishment truths, and exposing lies...well...most advertisers don't like that and social media platforms are a business. So there's that. And although I understand the frustration of being lucky to see the 2% ratio, I hate to see someone leave the battlefield. Especially when we see accounts with a similar number of followers averaging a 20%+ follower/impression ratio with violence or p*rn as their main content. Because it sells. If you see this brother, this means your job is not done. Hopefully you take a break, reset, and we see you back in action. 👍

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  Jason (@cameded) reported 50 minutes ago

  @orangejuicefan1 @Pirat_Nation but cod has done the same thing for years now. it’s certainly not just a battlefield issue it’s a dev issue. they think it’s required for a “refreshed” season or whatever tf they wanna name it but it’s so stupid.

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  taylor ✨ (@padataytay) reported 57 minutes ago

  At this point, spntwt is not a family, it’s a battlefield. And it’s the dumbest ******* war. Some of y’all are so delusional as to believe this is the most pressing issue at hand when it’s really not that serious. Go out and touch grass, I beg you.

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  Gaurav Tomar (@talkwithgt) reported 58 minutes ago

  After a decade dominating the corporate battlefield, the cold truth slammed into me. Out of every 100 people, 60 are dead weight. They’re not working. They’re not grinding. They’re just floating, doing the bare minimum while collecting a paycheck. And those same mediocre 60? They’re the ones softly programming the other 40 who are actually putting in the blood and hours, telling them to “keep going,” “stay loyal,” “be patient,” and that success will somehow magically arrive if they just keep sacrificing. They need the hard workers to keep believing that lie. Because if the 40 ever woke up, the 60 would have nowhere left to hide.