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  DETROiiT TRiiCK (@detroiittriick) reported 4 minutes ago

  @Maverick___47 @Battlefield It’s been really bad on PS5 especially yesterday, wow it was bad! Unloading a whole mag and my bullets are ghosting. Hope they fix it bcuz it really does ruin the experience from time to time.

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  luka kolo (@lukakolo2) reported 5 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Fix footsteps audio you idiots

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  kirito _4kirigaya (@K4kirigaya) reported 9 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Get rid of the top gun collaboration. You made fun at COD for doing collabs and now you are doing it. Fix the game first and forget about the damn store.

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  KeithsterG (@KeithGallo1) reported 11 minutes ago

  @LoochyTV It wasn’t even really a bad game at the start, did it have its issues yeah, but it was a good battlefield, now it’s fixing itself and listening to the community more and becoming the battlefield people wanted, which is good and shows a lot more than if they did nothing

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  KCSY (@KobraconSystems) reported 11 minutes ago

  Been keeping tabs on Wardogs since it's basically Nu-MAG and I hope it's successful. I'm just worried about future player count issues and with that a potential lack of crossplay. I just want a good combined arms arcade FPS game since Battlefield dropped the ball hard with BF6.

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  𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖙 (@Prophet_Poe) reported 12 minutes ago

  [The Place I Buried Me] I got a heart full of history, a mouth full of apologies. A room full of memories that still know my name honestly. I learned how to smile with a storm in my bloodstream, Hide all the cracks in the glass like they’re part of the scenery. I was a kid with a fist full of wishes and a head full of thunder, Running from the echoes of the things that I couldn’t recover. Told myself “Be a man” so I swallowed the pain, Put a lock on my chest and threw away the number. But you found the door when I boarded it shut, Saw the war underneath all the armor and dust. You touched the places I buried alive, The parts of myself I was scared to trust. And I hate that I need you, But I love that you see through the version of me that I built just to survive. The man in the mirror got tired of pretending, He’s begging for mercy with tears in his eyes. I got scars that don’t show in a photograph, Old conversations that still make my stomach collapse. The smell of your perfume on a faded hoodie, A ghost of a moment that I can’t get back. I remember the nights when the silence got violent, When my thoughts turned a whisper into a riot. I was fighting myself with a smile on my face, While everybody praised how well I was hiding. They said, “You’re strong” but they never asked why. Never saw the storms that I carried inside. Never saw me staring at the ceiling at midnight, Trying to convince my own soul to survive. If love is a battlefield, I showed up bleeding. Still holding your hand while my heart was retreating. I gave you the pieces I thought were too broken, Hoping you’d see they were worth keeping. I’m not looking for someone to save me, I’m not asking you to erase me. I just want somebody who can sit in the darkness and still recognize the man beneath the crazy. Because I’ve been a king with a crown made of problems, A saint with a sinner’s confession. A heart full of gold in a body that’s frozen, A beautiful mess asking for connection. So if I ever push you away, don’t believe it. Sometimes my fear gets louder than my feelings. Sometimes the boy who learned how to survive has to relearn what it means to be needed. And if tomorrow I’m gone from the place where you found me, Know I fought every demon that tried to surround me. I don’t want a grave with my name on the stone, I want a life where I finally come home. Please, let me come home.

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  Rabyaah Althaibani رابعة الذيباني (@rabyaahahmed) reported 13 minutes ago

  @MarioNawfal Mario this is complete fabrication. For two weeks we’ve heard the same attempt to reframe Yemen’s crisis as an extension of someone else’s war, while ignoring the actual demands being made. If the objective had truly been to “open a new front for Iran,” why wasn’t that done at the beginning of the conflict? Instead, Ansar Allah largely stayed focused on Yemen’s own issues and repeatedly centered their public demands on lifting the restrictions imposed on areas under their control. The issue is not “opening a new front for Iran.” The issue is over 25 million Yemenis living under restrictions that have devastated their daily lives for years. Open Sana’a Airport. Lift the restrictions on the ports. End the collective punishment. Allow Yemenis to travel, seek medical treatment, reunite with their families, and earn a living with dignity. Those are the demands that have been repeated publicly. Instead of addressing the humanitarian crisis, some continue inventing sensational narratives that distract from the suffering of millions of Yemenis. Yemen should not be treated as a battlefield for regional agendas. Yemen’s priority should be Yemen and the rights of its people—not endless attempts to rewrite the conversation around anything except the siege and the humanitarian catastrophe. 🇾🇪

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  ⋆˚࿔ ꪜꪖꪗꫀ ࿔˚⋆🏳️‍⚧️ (@vilkye_) reported 19 minutes ago

  @Battlefield i STILL cannot play your game, STILL. Months after release the network lag is unbearable. All because I have a particular CPU, this is an awful product.

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  Maris (@Nazumejud) reported 20 minutes ago

  But it was the final sentence that stopped my heart. It was the kill shot, expertly aimed. We only pray that she remembers that before she was a captain, she was a daughter. I stared at the words on the screen, a white-hot rage building in my chest. A fury so intense it made me feel calm. They had done it. They had taken the one thing I had built for myself, the one thing that was pure and honorable in my life, my service, my rank, and they had twisted it into a weapon to use against me. They were using my uniform to paint me as a traitor to my own family. This was no longer about money. It was no longer about a failed sports bar or family drama. This was a direct assault on my honor, an attack on my integrity, and an insult to the memory of David and Sophia, whose legacy I was trying to build. To remain silent now wasn’t discipline. It was cowardice. I remembered a core principle of the Army: leave no man behind. In this war, my honor was the soldier being left behind on the battlefield, surrounded by enemy fire. My integrity was the fallen comrade they were trying to desecrate, and I would not abandon it. That afternoon, an email notification popped up. It was a digital invitation, a cheery reminder for the annual Ramos family reunion, a large gathering to be held at the Sputter, a steakhouse in Tulsa famous for its family-friendly atmosphere. The irony was suffocating. I hadn’t attended in years. I stared at the invitation on my screen. Then I looked over at the photograph on my desk, David and Sophia frozen in a moment of pure joy at a pumpkin patch. I was fighting for them now. I opened the email, my fingers steady on the keyboard. I clicked reply. I will be attending. The ghosts of my past wanted a confrontation. Fine. I would give them a war. Have you ever been the subject of a lie that was so vicious you knew you couldn’t stay silent any longer? If you’re standing with Olivia as she prepares for this fight, hit that like button to show your support. And in the comments, let us know with a simple yes if you believe it’s time to face the liars head-on. My RSVP was a declaration of war, and a soldier does not go into battle unprepared. The week leading up to the Ramos family reunion became a military operation. I named it Operation Transparency. My objective was not revenge. It was eradication. Eradication of the lies, the false narrative, and the victimhood my parents had so carefully constructed. The only weapon I needed was the cold, hard, undeniable truth. My first phase was intelligence gathering. I called a friend from my old unit who had since become a paralegal. I asked her for a favor: pull the public records on Leo’s failed LLC and any liens or judgments against my parents. Two days later, a thick manila envelope arrived. I spread the documents across my kitchen table. The numbers told a story of incompetence and reckless spending, loans defaulted on, suppliers stiffed, eviction notices. It was a mountain of debt, self-inflicted and irresponsible. This was my factual ammunition, irrefutable proof that their financial ruin was their own doing, not the fault of their ungenerous daughter. As I read through the cold facts, I felt a strange detachment, the focused calm of a sniper zeroing in on a target. The next phase was gathering the emotional evidence……

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  Isaiah Gonzales (@IsaiahG6969) reported 21 minutes ago

  @atangofficial_ Some people really need to think about that. You are in service to your creator. This is not home. This is the battlefield you have been deployed, it’s time to wake up and get to work.

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  GoGitUrFuknShineBox (@ItsQagain) reported 22 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Fix your spawn system im tired of getting killed by your professional cheaters and getting spawned directly in front of them. I don’t want to feel like I’m playing against seal team six or delta force..Understand?

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  Jesse (@jessewllc20222) reported 23 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Guess what people are still ******* being kicked for inactivity even though they are actively playing the game. If season 4 doesnt address and fix this bullshit im uninstalling the game and never buying another battlefield game ever. All season 3 this has been and issue. WTF?????

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  Lach (@LachMcgregor) reported 24 minutes ago

  @GTAJJ_ @Battlefield Mate rhib transport boats don’t even count, barely naval combat, that’s like saying Jeeps define land vehicle combat. And I won’t defend live service, but dice have majorly improved and have been giving us great content. The game certainly has the potential to be top tier. 1/2

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  Joel_silva (@joel_hkg) reported 25 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Fix strikepoint

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  Parody Elonoshi Muskymoto (@occupymars69420) reported 25 minutes ago

  Martin Luther walked into the courtroom at the Diet of Worms to defend his writings and his life. On his way into the assembly, an Army General made his way through the crowd and told Luther he was about to make a more noble stand than he or any of his captains had ever made on a battlefield. He said, “If your cause is just, and you are sure of it, go forward in the fear of God.” Undoubtedly, fear was a real factor for Luther. Would he recant or continue to stand firm and endure the consequences? Not recanting would mean excommunication from the church and his life would be in jeopardy. The threats against him were real, but he was captivated by something higher and more formidable than his fear; the Word of God. After being asked to recant, he replied, “My cause shall be commended to the Lord, for He lives and reigns and preserved the three children in the furnace of the Babylonian king. If he is unwilling to preserve me, my life is a small thing compared to Christ. I cannot and will not recant anything, for to go against my conscience is neither right nor safe. So help me, God.” The Lord did strengthen Luther, and those famous words sparked a great revival and the start of the Reformation. Bow or burn But centuries before Luther stood before the furnace of the religious counsel, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego stood before the white-hot rage of king Nebuchadnezzar and a literal furnace. The choice before them was to either bow before an idol, or burn to death. Like Daniel, the three Hebrew young men had gained favor and position in Babylon. But when king Nebuchadnezzar set up a golden image of himself and required that when the music played every person would bow down and worship the image, the three teenagers refused. This was a direct violation of the First Commandment which forbade worshiping any other gods (Exodus 20:3), and the Second which forbade bowing down to carved images (Exodus 20:4-5). The consequences of their refusal were clear. Nebuchadnezzar said, “If you do not worship, you will be cast immediately into the midst of a burning fiery furnace. And who is the god who will deliver you from my hands” (Daniel 3:15)? Not a question of who Nebuchadnezzar’s rule and power lead him to believe that he alone was god and that he was preeminent. But the invisible reality was there was one true God, who ruled over heaven and earth, and even arrogant earthly kings, like Nebuchadnezzar. The Hebrews were on such a different playing field than Nebuchadnezzar that they didn’t even qualify his question with an answer. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego knew he was blind to the truth and any explanation would be futile. Perhaps a puff of heat from the nearby furnace blew across their faces as they answered the king. “O Nebuchadnezzar, we have no need to answer you in this matter. If this be so, our God is able whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of your hand, O king. But if not, be it known to you, O king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the golden image you have set up” (Daniel 3:16-18). Nebuchadnezzar was fixated on who could deliver them, but for the Hebrews that issue was settled. The question wasn’t who could deliver them, but what if he didn’t? But if not… The question of “but if not” is the hardest part when we stand before our own fiery trials. We know God is able, but he doesn’t always deliver in the ways we hoped. Whether the outcome is life or death, safety or tragedy, acceptance or rejection, will we stand true if deliverance doesn’t come? We don’t know if there was any wavering or hesitation in their response to the king, but maybe Isaiah’s words rang in their ears. “When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you” (Isaiah 43:2). 1/X