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  Eoghan (@CheksOvrStripez) reported 4 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Can you fix the issue when the speciality skill for engineer doesn’t give points when repairing Legit been broken since drop day and it’s ******* pointless to ever use the thing, if your not getting xp the thing isn’t even healing. Joke of a dev team

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  financialconspirator (@financialcnspr) reported 7 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Can you fix assists and kills not being counted when enemy crash

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  andy (@_observer_123) reported 11 minutes ago

  @lindsay_ho5318 He looks like he's just come off the battlefield of ****. We have our own problems to deal with instead of importing a million more problems... And some, I cannot believe we have come to this point.

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  rps (@rpaulseymour) reported 11 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Can’t because I can’t even get a match of Conquest to start here in Asia. 9 players… won’t start. Been waiting who knows how long. If I literally cannot play a match… really WTF happened? Bots won’t even backfill… FIX THIS!

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  Shawd (@shawd4mvp) reported 12 minutes ago

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

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  Finman (@Sman_71) reported 14 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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  helmsman (@StitchWeb3Joy) reported 18 minutes ago

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

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  Miny Boy (@miny_boy) reported 21 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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  John (@DownHomeJohn) reported 21 minutes ago

  @Battlefield @Battlefield the kill count on sky sweep is broken. It’s not counting kills correctly. We’re all being robbed.

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  DJ TinyTim (@TheIdeaManFL) reported 21 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm How about getting your servers actually running instead? Why is it that every time you do a double xp weekend, your servers seem to crash, so no one can use their time in game to slog through your awful weapon progression? Almost seems like it’s on purpose at this point.

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  Jody (@Jod82403Jody) reported 22 minutes ago

  @Melibson_ 1. Yes. DJT fixes most all countries battlefield; go home fix your country and leave ours alone🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

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  keZiah (@KezHimself) reported 27 minutes ago

  @Battlefield You should fix the black screen bug instead; it's been going on for several seasons. Do you really think people are idiots?

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  Echoes of War (@EchoesofWarYT) reported 32 minutes ago

  Here is a soldier who marched, fought, led raids, and got shot for the American cause, and who kept the deepest secret in the army the entire time: she was a woman. Her name was Deborah Sampson, and to avoid being found out, she once cut a bullet out of her own body with a knife. In an era when women were barred from the army entirely, Deborah decided the rules did not apply to her. In 1782 she bound her chest, tied back her hair, put on men's clothes, and walked into a recruiting office as a man she called Robert Shurtleff. She was tall for a woman and strong from years of hard farm labor, and it worked. She enlisted in the Continental Army and was assigned to the light infantry, the elite fast-moving troops used for scouting and raids. This was not a woman hiding safely in the rear. She took one of the most dangerous jobs in the army. And she was good at it. As Robert Shurtleff she scouted enemy positions, dug trenches, and went out on raids, living shoulder to shoulder with men who never suspected a thing. She earned a reputation as a capable, reliable soldier. For seventeen months she kept it up, through marches, camp life, and combat, maintaining a disguise that a single trip to a surgeon could shatter in an instant. Which brings us to the most astonishing thing she ever did. In a skirmish she was wounded, taking a saber cut to the head and, worse, at least one musket ball in her thigh. She let the doctors treat the cut on her head, because that could not give her away. But the leg was different. If a surgeon dug into her thigh, he would find her out and her service would be over in disgrace. So Deborah Sampson refused treatment for the leg wound, slipped away, and, according to her account, took a knife and a sewing needle and cut the musket ball out of her own thigh herself, stitching herself back up rather than risk discovery. She then went back to soldiering. Her secret finally came out not on a battlefield but in a sickbed. In the summer of 1783 she came down with a dangerous fever in Philadelphia and collapsed. The doctor treating her discovered that his unconscious patient was a woman. But here is the thing: by then her record spoke for itself. Rather than punish her, the army gave her an honorable discharge, signed off by General Henry Knox himself. They knew a good soldier when they had seen one, even when she turned out to be someone they never expected. Her fight was not over, though, and this is the part that should make Americans proud and a little ashamed at once. Deborah Sampson had served and bled like any man, but as a woman she had to battle for years just to be recognized and paid for it. She petitioned the government again and again. She went on public lecture tours, one of the first American women ever to do so, standing on stage in her old uniform, demonstrating the manual of arms, telling her own story to prove it was real. And she had a powerful friend in her corner: Paul Revere, who personally advocated for her and wrote on her behalf, helped her win the military pension she had earned. She got it, eventually. Deborah Sampson became one of the very few women of the Revolution officially recognized as a soldier and paid as a veteran in her own right. She had disguised herself to serve, cut a bullet from her own leg to keep serving, and then spent decades insisting that a country she had fought for admit that she had done it. She deserves to be a household name. Instead she is a hero most people have never heard of.

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  Julian Goldie SEO (@JulianGoldieSEO) reported 33 minutes ago

  SEO ISN’T DEAD. AI JUST GAVE YOU A SECOND SEARCH ENGINE TO RANK ON. And I built a 7-agent system to attack both Google AND AI search from one dashboard. The stack: → Paperclip turns separate AI agents into an actual SEO team with roles, goals, tasks, reporting lines, and an org chart. → Hermes handles scheduled outreach and link building instead of leaving you stuck inside an inbox. → Obsidian acts as the shared memory layer so every agent knows what the others already researched, wrote, and published. The Goldie Ranking Swarm: ✓ 1 agent finds keywords people are already searching ✓ 1 writes the content ✓ 1 optimizes it ✓ 1 publishes it ✓ 1 builds links ✓ 1 works on citations inside ChatGPT and other AI answers ✓ 1 tracks what actually ranks And this wasn’t built around theory. One site climbed from roughly 1 click/day to a peak of 200+ clicks/day. The biggest lesson? Generic AI content is the problem. AI content with original information, proper optimization, useful examples, and a coordinated workflow can compete. Start with ONE keyword scout. Then add the writer. Then build the swarm. Google + AI search is the new SEO battlefield.

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  **** Dickerson (@flamingiceman) reported 39 minutes ago

  @Blue_Legendary @totallynotretro @HlNOMARUSUMO Show me any anti consumer practices valve uses? Show me all the broken promises valve has. Also didn’t valve just give a huge refund to a guy for a new battlefield game he had a **** ton of hours in because they removed game modes? Don’t see Sony doing that