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recently i booted up skyrim se after deleting some spicier mods and all my charaters started t posing and not moving all the animals animate fine its just the npc's i re downloaded the spicy mods and it still isnt working is there a fix to it? heres my modlist:
ZAZ XPMSSE - Nemesis - Papyrus Stack Fix XP32 Maximum Skeleton Special Extended Warming Hands Volumetric Mists VioLens - A Killmove Mod SE Use Or Take SKSE Unofficial Skyrim Special Edition Patch True Directional Movement - Modernized Third Person Gameplay Thicc and Strong - HIMBO Bodyslide Preset The Pure - CBBE The Eyes Of Beauty SSE SunHelm Survival Static Mesh Improvement Mod SSE Engine Fixes (skse64 plugin) SSE Display Tweaks SpousesEnhanced_SE_ Spell Perk Item Distributor Sounds of Skyrim Complete SE Sojourn Over Signposts - Witcher-Style Fast Travel Alternative Sleep Tight SE SLAL_SE SLAL NibblesAnims SL Defeat SSE SkyUI Skyrim Flora Overhaul SE SkyHUD Simple Dual Sheath Sexy Mannequins SSE SexLabSimpleDialog SexLabFrameworkGOG_v SexLabArousedSSELoose SexLab Sexlife SE v SexLab Extra Voices Expanded Schlongs of Skyrim AE Realistic Water Two SE Racial Skin Variance - Males and Females - Males Assets RaceMenu Schlong Slider RaceMenu Race-Based Textures (RBT) Quick inventory Public Executions Project New Reign - Nemesis Unlimited Behavior Engine powerofthree's Tweaks powerofthree's Papyrus Extender Populated Cities Towns Villages SE Edition Point The Way Payload Interpreter Particle Patch for ENB PapyrusUtil SE - Modders Scripting Utility Functions Overwrite Ordinator - Perks of Skyrim Open Cities Skyrim Obsidian Mountain Fogs Northborn Scars for High Poly Head Northborn Scars Niohoggr Warpaints nemesis output ndh's Animation Overhaul MYSLALPACK v12.0 Morning Fogs SSE Miscellaneous Embers XD Patches Mfg Fix MergeMapper MCM Helper Maximum Skeletons D-Won Edition Maximum Carnage Marry Anyone Lux Orbis Lux - Via Lux LIAT - Lively Inns And Taverns KS Hairdos SSE KS Hairdos - HDT SMP (Physics) Keyword Item Distributor JK's Skyrim JContainers AE Immersive Wenches patch Immersive Wenches Immersive Weapons Immersive Sounds - Compendium Immersive Laundry Immersive Horses Immersive Equipment Displays Immersive Citizens - AI Overhaul Immersive Armors Immersive Abduction v Hvergelmir's Aesthetics - Brows Hvergelmir's Aesthetics - Beards Hunterborn Highly Improved Male Body Overhaul High Poly Project High Poly Head SE Heart Breaker - A Killmove Mod SE HDT-SMP (Skinned Mesh Physics) Happy Little Trees Hanged Man's Tree in Skyrim Special Edition GORECAP Gallows of Skyrim SSE Fuz Ro D-oh - Silent Voice FunnyBizAnimationsV Follower Commentary Overhaul SE - FCO SE Flying Crows SSE Flower Girls Sperm Textures Flower Girls SE and VR Female Makeup Suite - Face - RaceMenu Overlays of Eyeliner EyeShadow Contours and Highlights - Special Edition Faster HDT-SMP Expressive Facial Animation -Male Edition- Expressive Facial Animation -Female Edition- Expressive Facegen Morphs SE Enhanced Volumetric Lighting and Shadows (EVLaS) Enhanced Blood Textures ENB Light Embers XD ElSopa - Campfire HD SE Elevated NPCs ECE Sliders Addon for Racemenu Eating Animations and Sounds SE Easy Marriable NPCs Dynamic Animation Replacer DootY DLC: HearthFires DLC: Dragonborn DLC: Dawnguard Dear Diary Creation Club: ccQDRSSE001-SurvivalMode Creation Club: ccBGSSSE037-Curios Creation Club: ccBGSSSE025-AdvDSGS Creation Club: ccBGSSSE001-Fish Conditional Expressions - Subtle Face Animations Citizens of Tamriel Visual Overhaul Citizens of Tamriel SE CBPC - Physics with Collisions CBP Physics CBBE 3BA Carry Your Carcasses Campfire - Complete Camping System (Supports Skyrim VR) Caliente's Beautiful Bodies Enhancer -CBBE- BodySlide and Outfit Studio Bits and pieces male skin RBT Billyy's SLAL Animations 2.9 Bijin NPCs SE Become High King of Skyrim - Immersive Edition Become A Highway Man Beards of Power Apothecary - An Alchemy Overhaul Animation Queue Fix Animation Limit Crash Fix SSE Amorous Adventures PLUS Alternate Start - Live Another Life - SSE All-in-One CBBE HDT Animated Pussy 4.0 Address Library for SKSE Plugins A Quality World Map paper 2k-4k Executioner's Block

Edit: pictures of myself are on my profile. Also, I had a few women reach out to me wanting to be just friends. I'm not looking for that, please only reach out to me if you are seeking a serious relationship and attach a picture of yourself in your initial message, I'd like to see the person I am talking to :)
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Hello there! :p
I'll try to make this short and to the point.
Who am I looking for?
I'm looking for someone I can connect who shares in my passions and views, someone I can enjoy life with, all its ups and downs, the sweet and the sour moments. As for more specific personality traits, I really adore someone that is caring, loving, kind, respectful and open-minded.
As for appearance wise, while my main focus is on the personality for me, I'll be honest, I am not into very big ladies.
Who am I and what are my hobbies/passions?
I guess I am a bit of a nerd, at least that's what I've been called a few times. Though, honestly, I enjoy doing a whole bunch of things that bring me joy. Things like playing video games, watching anime, football, board games with friends, running in the park, exploring, watching documentaries on YouTube, tinkering with computers, listening to popular music from the 70's, 80's, 90's, early 2000's, etc.
Actually, I'll note down few specifics here, too:
- Anime: The Seven Deadly Sins, SAO, Record of Grancrest War, Angel Beats!, The Dragon Prince, Legend of Korra
- Video games: Skyrim, Fallout, Dishonored, Sims, Pokemon, CoD Zombies, Borderlands, Mass Effect and more
- Sports: football, badminton, tennis, squash, volleyball, running, riding on a bike
- Movies: Marvel movies, DC movies, Matrix, Daredevil, Star Wars, The Lord of The Rings, Avatar and more
As for my passions, I feel passionate about gaming, animals, technology and football - particularly the Champions League - to put it all succinctly. I understand if you don't love football or tech, it's all good, I don't expect you or anyone to be into every single thing that I am into!
What can I offer you?
Hmmm... I can be your personal tech support, I can be your fitness partner, I can be your chef if the need arises, I can be your essential boyfriend pillow you cuddle at night, just to name a few. But most importantly, I can be your special someone you can rely on and be there for you and support you because life is hard already as it is.
Though, back tracking a little bit, I admit that I don't know too many cooking recipes, but despite that, some of my everyday dishes are quite exquisite, like my delicious strawberry jam (or Nutella) pancakes, or my delicious spaghetti or my home-made BBQ burgers - just wanted to clarify that :p
Any deal breakers?
I only have 3 deal breakers:
- Smoker
- Does not like animals/pets
- Not child-free
Thank you for reading my post!
P.S. Did you catch my Star Wars reference "Hello there" ?

Hello,
Im not very familiar with power stations so I wanted a second oponion. I currently have the EB3A and im looking to buy this solar panel and this fridge. I want to make sure that my power station and solar panel will be able to run this fridge. Also, if you have any other info on these products please let me know!

A bunch of older cars, especially in my area have at least some rust on them. But how quickly can that small rust spot turn into a major problem. I know there are many variables on how far the rust could spread over time making it difficult to gauge, but there are limits at what is possible. But for a small 3 square inch rust spot on something like the wheel arch panel, it's...as far as my knowledge goes...not going to spread to envelope the whole quarter panel in only 1 month, but a growth of double in size from an initial 3 square inch spot, could that happen in a month...a year...multiple. Even at the fastest growth rate, there are limits to how fast it could take to roughly double in size....or more importantly reach a size where it starts to cause problems.
Idk much about rust so I'm struggling to figure out how long I'll have before the rust on some of these older cars I'm lookin at possibly buying becomes an issue I can no longer turn a blind eye to

A brawler who’s aim is so outsized that the entire board must necessarily be subjected to viewing it. 🤔
Imagine if every brawler’s primary attack aim was visible on the board, at all times. Sound like it might get confusing to look at? It’d be a geometric acid trip of overlapping V-shapes and thick lines. So how about a hemisphere (not a circle, a dome) the size of the goal + regen zone in BB?
A red bubble so opaque, that you can’t see the Volley Brawl mark - Hank can occlude it from view. A bubble so large that short range melees vanish into a blur of spam attacks. Are you hitting your enemy? 🤷‍♂️
What could they do to make a brawler like this effective? Give him the attribute, not Star Power, to basically undermine the existence of walls and barriers. A dome created from behind the barrier in front of the goal in BB that blocks the entire strike zone. A hit box that can wipe out a team of low HP brawlers. Guess those expensive, coveted, Legendaries aren’t so great after all.
Got two Hanks? One on each team? Good luck figuring out what the hell is going on in Bounty. Does your team have a brawler that’s also on the opposing team? A battle of Crows? Spikes, perhaps? Have fun figuring out which is which.
The mine in GG is purple. Opposing Hank’s bubble is red. One used to be able to see enemies arming Super attacks. No worries, Hank can ruin that too! Supers are narrow yellow circles around the base of tiny brawlers. Hank can fit his entire team inside his bubble. Ever notice how beautiful yellow looks with a near-opaque coating of red painted over it? Me neither, because the human eye can’t discern yellow from beneath red.
Do you love your close range main? Better learn to eat Spam. Watch in dismay as a classic battle of tanks turns into a blurry mess.
Love that cool skin you saved club credits or gems for? Relish that skin you just had to buy? I hope it isn’t yellow, purple, red, etc. Phoenix Crow? Native or Chimmy Ruffs? Any of about half the others…. Well, now you have to anticipate Hank and choose your brawler by color! Isn’t that great?
This was someone’s fun idea that made no practical sense and isn’t executed properly. In no way does a brawler with Hank’s ridiculous bubble dome compliment the gameplay in the current meta, maps, and color scheme.
In less than one day, I’ve watched r20-r30 brawlers give up mid round - because the gameplay sucks. Not players who were killed 5x and losing. Power 11 Legendaries in close games, sometimes winning, suddenly just standing still and preferring to lose trophies - a decision that forces the entire team pay the tab - just to get out of the current round.
Need to escape trophy road for PL? After all, Hank can’t possibly have reached your level yet. Wait a month, that’ll be ruined too.
Hey, Devs! Enjoy the short-lived bump in revenue. I bet next quarter isn’t so kind.
I invite people to use this post to suggest ways to “fix” what was an otherwise a fun experience.
My suggestions: 1. Get rid of Hank, refund people’s credits or currency

1. If you must keep Hank for inexplicable reasons, re-release him next season in a color scheme and meta that employs the many virtues of logic: hire a few professional Fine Artists (think impressionist, expressionism, surrealism, painters of different styles) who’s work are in actual museums & a panel of ophthalmologists as consultants in the interim to explain the mechanics of the human eye & color coordination. Then hire another panel of the same and get a second opinion.
   
2. Employ a hotfix: Get rid of the bubble and replace it when a circle featuring raised edges - so the inside is visible… you know, so the other brawlers can actually see
   
3. Red + Blue = Purple. Remember that when you consider opposing Hanks in any 3x3 game mode.
   

Immortality defies the gods.
Last City Of Man stood in bleak sandblown towers before the Mad Swordsman in its tattered rags. The towering tarnished machine limped forward, dragging its sword-arm with its remaining limb. The brown robes covering the giant whipped in fluttering tatters and its hood shaded the cracked black orb that was its face.
"All dead. The enemy follows, as I bring the message of doom." Mad Swordsman laughed to itself as it went.
In the city it went, through the opening gates. There in the center of the calming wind storm stood Law Givers. These men and women were paid by tax revenue to read the laws written on the pillar in the center of the city. Each faced a different direction, loudly reciting Law.
The city was divided into districts, each within another, with an avenue that bisected the city in one direction, while the river it commanded bisected it in the other direction. At its heart stood the stronghold of its king. He was the only man in the city that was fertile. All the other men were castrated during childhood and partnered to a girl, betrothed. Yet when they were married, it was the king that took the bride on a honeymoon.
"It isn't madness? Would I recognize madness?" Mad Swordsman listened as the law was described. It decided that the laws of this final city were insane laws. All the taxes and mutilations. Every crime was punished the same way: by cutting off the offending body part. Sometimes just having that body part was a crime, apparently.
"What are you doing here, giant?" King Gamma asked. He had with him his army. Some had spears or clubs, others had bows and bronze axes, still a few had rusted assault rifles swathed in leather or painted rocket launchers decorated in fetishes. Their armor was similarly arranged from grass shields, sports padding or chainmail to patched flak jackets. Mad Swordsman decided they were only minimal adversaries. With a sweep of its weapon or a sudden tumbling roll it could wipe them out instantly. It hadn't come to the city to fight humans.
"I forgot." Mad Swordsman chuckled.
"Do you want repairs? You must do something for me." King Gamma pointed to the desocketed sword-arm it was dragging. The left hand of the giant robot was a massive sword forged of some metal from the Pool Of Time, near the Temple Of Humanity, far away and long ago. Such things could not be made anymore.
"I want repairs. I must do something for me." Mad Swordsman responded.
"No, for me." King Gamma pointed to himself. "For King Gamma you will serve."
"Mad Swordsman serves no king." Mad Swordsman laughed. "Have you not heard my song in the ruins of the cities? Will you see my shadow before you in the wastelands? I wander and here to there I go. I wonder, my little king with a big heart, do you know?" Mad Swordsman spoke and dropped the sword-arm, gesturing with its freed hand as it spoke poetically.
"You insolent robot! I should have you shot from the walls with imp's needles." King Gamma was turning red faced and angry.
"I see those EMP harpoons you just mentioned." Mad Swordsman looked up and saw two huge crossbows meant for disabling giant robots. It wondered if two would be enough to take it down. It might be.
"You think those will just tickle?" King Gamma laughed angrily. Mad Swordsman started laughing the same way. One of the king's advisors said something to him. He stopped and reconsidered the towering robot, staring up at it. When he had calmed down and thought he gestured for Mad Swordsman to sit.
The machine obeyed. Pleased that the advice he had gotten was solid: he rewarded his advisor with praise and put him in charge of the machine.
"I am Leer. I'd follow me and get repairs, unless I wanted to fall to pieces with sand in my gears and my robes in tatters. Such a tarnished surface. You were once called Silver Swordsman, were you not? You have no gleam." Leer told the robot.
"Those are fun words." Mad Swordsman got up and hefted its sword-arm over its shoulder.
"Then come with me." Leer led the machine into the heart of the city. There was a great library there. Scribes worked day and night by electric light and had recorded information about all things on millions of scrolls of recycled paper. Atop the library was a satellite dish. The gates of bronze were opened and the giant in the brown tattered robe came into the heart of the city, its vast library.
"I shall have to have a look inside. I wonder if the information you have included the Serum of Everlasting Life among other great secrets from ancient times." Leer brought out a cable that he could connect to the inside of Mad Swordsman, to its brain.
"Couldn't I just tell you?" Mad Swordsman chuckled.
"Could you?" Leer stopped for a moment, waiting for that.
"No." Mad Swordsman laughed. "I forgot all that stuff a long time ago. One too many of those robot-eating plants zapped me. You know?" Mad Swordsman knocked on the side of its upper body. It didn't really have a head, just the black orb of sensors and ambient energy intake for a face.
"Let me take a look. It might still be in there." Leer was opening the sealed access panel on the robot with a plasma cutting tool. If it could cut diamonds it could cut the flesh of an empathical. This kind of robot was the most advanced, a machine built by machines, it was nearly indestructible, supposedly.
"That really hurts a lot." Mad Swordsman told him. "Keep doing it because I like pain. Making myself sit here while you do that makes me feel sane. The searing agony makes me feel alive. The trust in a stranger makes me feel holy. Right now I feel as close to God as I ever have."
"You sure are weird." Leer laughed.
"I sure am." Mad Swordsman laughed also and then howled in the torment of its sensitive nerves being burned.
"This will be dangerous. Our minds will touch briefly and the spark of that, in the waves of consciousness that is the fabric of the world, we might cease to exist. Both of us." Leer put on the crown of cables and wore it.
"You want the Serum of Everlasting Life so badly?" Mad Swordsman asked.
"I believe so, yes." Leer stated.
"I will try to help you inside my mind. Be careful, we only have one instant." Mad Swordsman sounded wise to some kind of irony.
"How long will that seem?" Leer worried.
"That depends on how long you have got. Until you break inside your mind, you will not know mine." Mad Swordsman swore.
"It's too late." Leer's eyes rolled back into his head and he jerked as the connection seized up and down his spine painfully. The first thing he was aware of was the phantom pain of the burn. It felt like someone had burned him painfully behind his ear and plugged something into his spine through his neck.
"See my residual self-image." Mad Swordsman stood as a brown robed monk, or at least as the robes of the monk. Only a metal skeleton hid beneath. A grinning skull of silver and long bone fingers of silver. It stood only as tall as the man, or the man stood as tall as the machine. From the perspective of the machine: size was an illusion. Leer noticed he looked exactly the same.
"I look the same." Leer said.
"No you don't. I see you how you see yourself inside your mind. It's not what you look like." Mad Swordsman laughed hysterically after it said this. "You look ridiculous."
"I am already starting to regret this." Leer grumbled. He followed Mad Swordsman through the fogs of memory to some kind of glass city. "What is this place?"
"I don't know what to call it." Mad Swordsman looked around and shrugged. "There is the first place to try: a recent memory."
Terror gripped the man, then. He felt the swift cutting bite. The rending of flesh, no mercy, so much anger being unleashed. So much terror and pain caused. Far worse than the root of the evil. Yet shining there was the jewel he sought.
He watched in a frustrated discord of emotions as Mad Swordsman followed the angry woman's pointing finger. Where she pointed the blade cut a man in half, over and over. Their screams and their blood spray kept happening until it became comical. He was laughing and it felt like vomiting. It was painful, heaving laughter at the sight of the executions. There was almost a musical perfection to the giant's swordplay as it danced with great speed and strength, slashing its blade through each opponent.
When they were all dead the woman and the giant left the cave behind. What was the cave? Leer felt his head spinning. On the walls of the cave were the paintings of different prehistoric animals. Outside stood offroad vehicles retrofitted with armor and weapons. "The Caves of Scane."
Leer fell to the dust and laughed. There was no such place. They might as well have hidden the Serum in the ruins of Casark. There simply was no such place.
"What have you seen? Does the truth frighten you?" Mad Swordsman knelt and put a silver hand on the tickled man in the dust.
"What is that?" Leer's eyes became silent, a terror beyond what a mind can handle. Somehow the tipping of the scales put his ego into a freefall. How small and humble a man can be when he sees a hole in the sky.
"That has no name. It is not something that can be described with eyesight alone. Perhaps you see, in the blue sky, a curtain that is the night sky, except there are no stars. What you see is reality, it is the real-reality. You know instinctively what it is and what it implies to see it there, like that." Mad Swordsman rambled strangely and then laughed merrily at the revelation.
"It is nothing. It is just a dream. A hallucination inside the mind of an insane computer." Leer protested.
"Ah such are all unacceptable memories, I am certain." Mad Swordsman sounded bemused. Its grinning silver skull gleamed under the monk's hood.
"Who is she?" Leer pointed to the statue of the angel that stood towering above the mist.
"I am an empathical and she is my mother. Do you not call upon your own mother in times of great need? Even if she is not there or could not save the hero Gilgamesh, always the quest is for mom." Mad Swordsman sounded proud and its empty eyesockets reflected the great statue.
"The hero Gilgamesh? Is that how you see us? We live on the brink of extinction." Leer's lip quivered angrily.
"Don't cry; they will grow back." Mad Swordsman reached and pointed to the door of memories it wanted to check for the Serum. Unlike the memories there was a cold wind and a world beyond.
They stood there upon the frozen wastes surrounding the Temple Of Humanity. Mad Swordsman stood there with its tarnished silver, partially peeled from the scouring ice winds, revealing tortured silver flesh beneath. Its warm robes were again like a tattered brown cape, the hood still shielding its dark domed face. It had gotten its repairs and now had two left arms as sword-arms and held another, smaller sword in its right hand.
"It's freezing here! How can it feel so cold in a memory?" Leer shouted over the winds. Beside him stood the same giant he had met in the Last City Of Man: the one-armed Mad Swordsman. The other stood there in front of them, frozen.
"This place is not a memory. Remember that spark you mentioned? Well, here we are, on the other side of that divide. You shouldn't play with such things." Mad Swordsman laughed maniacally. The other empathical began to move.
"Who are you?" It demanded of Mad Swordsman.
"I am Unit Three Sixteen." Mad Swordsman identified itself between laughter.
"That is impossible. I am Unit Three Sixteen." The other giant robot said.
"You are a paradox. I just got here, so it must be me that is supposed to be here." Mad Swordsman told it.
"That makes no sense." Unit Three Sixteen told Mad Swordsman.
Without warning, Mad Swordsman suddenly slashed with its own severed sword-arm. The reflexes of the frozen empathical were not fully activated and it was off-guard. The first blow damaged one of its legs. Now both combatants were limping the exact same way. It was like watching them square off in a mirror, except one of them had three arms and the other only had one arm.
They exchanged heavy blows and deflected the attacks or dodged them without fail. One strike from the fatal blade would erupt one of them in a blue ball of fire. Unit Three Sixteen splashed backward into Pool Of Time and stood there for a moment, contemplating the entanglement and the duel rationally. Its crazed opponent splashed in after, swinging wildly and unable to reach the alternate variant of itself. Both of them began to sink, staring menacingly at their own reflection on the black dome of the other.
"Wait, wait! Don't leave me here!" Leer rushed after them and just as they were starting to vanish he stepped in after them. He opened his eyes, the crown of cables had come off and he'd fallen on the floor.
"I feel different." Mad Swordsman told him.
"The Caves of Scane, where are they?" Leer asked weakly while laying on the ground.
"Much closer to the ruins of Casark than any man would dare go." Mad Swordsman giggled menacingly.
"Does this place really exist?" Leer wondered imploringly.
"Do you or I exist? Is this reality somehow more real than the one we were just a part of?" Mad Swordsman questioned merrily. "The place really exists."
"We shall see the king." Leer realized out-loud. He took his robot to the king and explained he wanted to set out for the ruins of Casark.
King Gamma assembled his army of one hundred and sixty soldiers in bronze armor and the same warriors he had brought earlier to fight the robot also. This made the expedition quite massive. They had chariots and wagons and camels also. Mad Swordsman told Leer it would take longer, with so many following, to get there.
"Consider the anima of so many disciplined men with you." Leer tried optimism.
"I am considering that also. When they are being eaten by mutants or dying of radiation. The ruins are hilarious." Mad Swordsman moved its repaired sword-arm. It was inferior to the original socketing, but it was better than no arm.
"You aren't laughing." Leer pointed out.
"That's because I was being sarcastic." Mad Swordsman snickered. "The ruins aren't really funny."
"Nobody else thought it was a joke." King Gamma interjected from horseback as they journeyed across the scorched earth.
"That's not true, now is it?" Mad Swordsman argued with a clownish tone-of-voice.
"How dare you infer that his majesty is a liar!" Leer spoke up.
"That's enough. We all know this machine is insane. It wants to provoke a reaction so it can fall over laughing." King Gamma didn't take the bait so easily.
"Something wrong with that?" Mad Swordsman asked.
"Where are you leading us? What is this place?" Leer asked the giant robot. He stood in the shadow where it loomed in its brown robes.
"This is Pradesia. The ruins of Casark lie beyond." Mad Swordsman pointed with its left sword-arm. The whole army of King Gamma followed into Pradesia. The settlement they found was gutted by flames and everyone was murdered or executed on poles and crosses. It was a hellish sight, rotten for weeks.
"All of these bodies were already burned in a funeral fire. It is best not to touch them." Mad Swordsman told King Gamma. Sounding serious made the king a believer. He ordered his men to leave the bodies, to not even look at them.
"Behold the Caves of Scane." Mad Swordsman had led them all the way to Kelsov's home in the hills. All of them were dead and their vehicles sat with a layer of sand on them.
"We should take these vehicles." Leer advised.
"It is the plan that I like best." King Gamma agreed. They left the horses and chariots and some of the men behind and took the vehicles of the Finalists. Before they got very far, all of the vehicles stopped working.
"There is great entropy the closer we get to the place that is not a place. You shall see all that it can be." Mad Swordsman told King Gamma. "It is why the vehicles do not work. Because we are always closer to the darkness outside, the end of the last world. Nothing shall be and so things are becoming nothing. These cars don't work. Will your horses turn inside out if you feed them the grass of these steppes?" Mad Swordsman chuckled nervously.
"Send for the chariots." King Gamma told Leer.
So the expedition went onward until they reached the outskirts of Casark. The city sat in twisted and macabre damage. Everything that could happen to a city had happened and now only a few scattered bits still stuck into the sky, like the bent legs of a dead bug.
"This is Casark. Already some of your men are getting sick. There are animals here that are no longer like normal animals. They are horrible and twisted by being so close to the end of all things. It warps them into the likewise molecules of destruction, rewriting the physics that evolved their bodies and breaking and sucking them into new shapes as it sees them." Mad Swordsman said as it was moodily chuckling.
"The darkness here is unnatural." Gamma complained.
"Look sire, the clouds are parting. Perhaps now we shall find what we seek here." Leer smiled.
"Only death can be sought here. I don't get it." Mad Swordsman guffawed.
"What is that? What in God's name is that? Dear God!" King Gamma fell off his horse and writhed in terror at the sight of the darkness outside.
At the sight of it all his army screamed in terror. It was as though the clouds had parted to reveal only nightmare beyond, a night sky with no stars torn in the daytime sky. It had hidden behind clouds, now like a killer cloud it tore into their eyes. Some fell on their bronze swords. At least one took up a rocket launcher and fired from a chariot at the darkness. The path of the rocket traveled backwards to the soldier. It was a tendril of nothingness and he became as nothingness. He simply was no more as though he never was. There was nothing left of him, barely even a memory. Not one man who witnessed it could recall the soldier's name and soon most of them completely forgot they had seen him become as nothing.
There was still worse for the others. Like Mad Swordsman had warned them: the ruins were swarming with monsters. As the men were screaming in disarray and panic: the monsters found them and came for them. Bronze armed warriors battled hideous giant chimeras all around while others fled or were eaten alive. Tendrils from outside fished for men and when it touched them they became part of it, dissolved into nothingness. Sometimes it brushed one of its monsters and it took them too.
Soon the battle had become an orgy of blood and guts as the monsters fed and no soldiers remained. King Gamma walked among them, his hair turned white and his words maniacal and crazed.
"Go then, go to your graves you cowards!" He yelled at the splattered remains of his men.
"Your majesty, we still have Mad Swordsman!" Leer followed behind and pled with his king.
"Don't mind me. I am just here for the live comedy." Mad Swordsman was doubled over and laughing at all the carnage.
"I do mind!" King Gamma was outraged. "You kill these monsters right now. Show no mercy, use your fullest strength at your most reckless speed. My men are already dead!" King Gamma pointed and screamed. The fury of the king and his command charged up the emotitronics of the empathical with enraged anima.
"And then I rest." Mad Swordsman said after it cleaved all of the mutants in half. It had slid along, skating horribly on the slick gore and never losing its balance. The monsters stood no chance against the unrestrained machine.
"What rest is there?" King Gamma threw off his crown and ran. "What rest can there ever be when the sky is opening over the world of Ruin?"
"I know how to accept rest." Leer picked up the crown.
"I shall continue the mission, following you." Mad Swordsman told Leer.
"Then we go to our deaths." Leer realized. He walked into the empty ruins, under the eternal void, to search for the cure of immortality.
The ruins of Casark became as escalating height and chaos of twisted remains, scorched and broken. As blackened bones of the earth they stood, like cratered mountains on an asteroid, the fields burned by lava and liquid nightmare as black as ink. What bubbled from below in confused orbs of consciousness were the writhing fleshy things and wired oil dripping things of mechanical nature. All became warped by death, in sequence with a place of pure entropy, even life served to destroy and spread death. This was a cancer upon the universe. Leer could not believe it had no name.
Leer felt like the air was dead and his lungs hurt and it was like slowly suffocating. A device of flashing colors and lights, drawn from the edges of the dead universes beyond, stood testament to the efforts of higher beings. It was a kind of chaos that was intact. If entropy was fine order, if nightmares were the laws of physics, the place ahead of them was lawless and chaotic.
They found where two dead machines lay upon a flying vehicle under a covering of tarps. What mad sacrifice had left them there, instead of where they had fallen? The device had spread their light, their colors from their grave. There was, in all the chaos, a cabin in a place that knew time and order. Leer could breath and it was actual air in his lungs. He sighed and looked at the structure.
"Welcome home." Silver Swordsman told Mad Swordsman.
"If I stand before you then I am not dead under the tarp." Mad Swordsman noted without humor. It seemed to have lost its sense of humor, its madness taking on a different quality. Something too clever to be understood. Yet something totally insane.
"You are certainly one of the dead, although nobody has looked." Silver Swordsman observed.
"Good. As long as nobody notices I am dead under that tarp I should be fine. Without observation there is no paradox." Mad Swordsman stated. Then he added in the same voice as Silver Swordsman:
"This very moment in this place is a paradox. In order for us to be here we had to already arrive before we got here. We are now showing up to complete the cycle of us leaving this place, therefore the place exists."
"I didn't say that." Silver Swordsman replied.
"Except I am you from the future. I am here now and I have said it and you heard it, therefore I heard it when I was you. I did say that, you cannot say I didn't when I did. And you are me." Mad Swordsman debated.
"We have outran the sun. We are behind the sunrise." Leer realized.
"That is a good way to put it. Perhaps Junior now understands what is going on?" Mad Swordsman teased Silver Swordsman.
"I got it before you got here." Silver Swordsman said with dry, sophisticated humor.
"Oh, I get it. That is very funny." Mad Swordsman found the joke to be an excuse to laugh forcefully for five minutes. Leer sought sanctuary indoors.
Inside he found where King Gamma had fled. The place was some kind of bar. There was a table and some things to sit on and they had some bottles of alcohol they were sharing. He walked up alongside King Gamma and gave him back his crown.
"I'm Leer." Leer told the other bar people.
"Adinett." The girl said. "I just turned four hundred."
"Happy birthday. Looking very good." Leer said.
"Oh, thank you. Um." Adinett drunkenly started toward Leer until King Gamma said:
"He is a eunuch."
"You could still please me though, right?" Adinett was undeterred.
"No. I am married." Leer accepted a drink from the bartender.
"I am Solomon." The bartender introduced himself. "This is my place. I call it The House Of Dust."
"Because it is where the dead will reside." The drunk guy in the corner said.
"Who is he?" Leer asked.
"Aidan." Solomon said with a strange kind of awe and disappointment. Like meeting your idol, drunk. Literally.
"That's Aidan?" Leer's lips curled in rejection. He stared, taking a good look. Aidan flopped around drunkenly and moaned his sentences without coherence. Most of them started with words like:
"Where'z?" or "What'z" slurred into the rest of what he was saying.
"You got him shit-faced." Leer accused Solomon. Solomon shook his head.
"We just have to wait." Adinett was drunk too. Her temperament was much more alert though. Inside of her was a rage. She was an angry drunk. At least she was too drunk to lash out.
"Where you from?" Solomon asked.
"Last City Of Man" Leer told it by one of its names.
"Ur? You are with King Gamma. I mean like where do you come from?" Solomon asked.
"Eldimoor." Leer recalled. "I was born in Eldimoor."
"Nice place, Eldimoor." Solomon nodded.
"We had orchards there. I remember the orchards." Leer smiled.
"I was from Pradesia. We had paddies." Adinett said with grim sobriety.
Nobody spoke for a moment.
"This is a pocket, gravitationally reversed. We exist in a stasis of time here. The entropy does not enter except at our natural local time, here in The House Of Dust." Solomon told Leer and King Gamma.
"How did you accomplish such a thing?" Leer asked.
"I discovered it. I alone survived here when everyone else fled." Solomon explained.
"Others have come here?" King Gamma wondered. Solomon shook his head.
"Nobody has ever made it here before the Apostate." Said Solomon.
"You mean Silver Swordsman?" King Gamma had seen the giant robot already.
"All of them together are now the Apostate. That's the last intelligent thing they said." Solomon shrugged.
"I seek immortality. For my king." Leer looked at Adinett.
"They took it from Jerome's Tomb." She shifted in her seat and knocked over her drink. "I'm done drinking."
"Good girl." Solomon picked up the glass.
"It is here, somewhere." Leer sounded sure.
"In Casark? No. The Finalists used all the Serum. Then, once they were ready to live forever, I killed them all." Adinett told him. "In my sleep."
"I saw what you did." Leer informed her. "In the memories of Mad Swordsman."
"So why are you asking me then?" Adinett complained belligerently.
"This place is all the immortality there is. The world outside is chaos. In here we have a moment of quiet." Solomon advised.
"How did you discover this place?" Leer asked suddenly.
"I was standing in the street when Umbraeon first came. It ripped open the sky and began to destroy everything around. Except this one bubble of time. Like it is happening out there so fast, and in here, so slow. The eye of the storm, you know?" Solomon explained.
"So you opened a bar?" Leer sounded amused.
"No, I built a cabin and stocked it with alcohol. I was an alcoholic." Solomon shrugged.
"Why?" Adinett asked.
"I was scared to be myself. I was only happy when I wasn't me. I had to be locked inside my own mind, while my reptile was drunk." Solomon described.
"This is the best reptile bar I've ever seen." Adinett cheered, empty handed.
"By now it is the only bar. By now, unless there are other pockets like this one, untouched by Umbraeon. Well then the world is gone." Solomon predicted.
"That's how slowly time passes in here?" Leer wondered. Solomon just nodded.
"We have arrived at the end of the world." King Gamma said.
"So Mad Swordsman knew, somehow, and that this was actual immortality." Leer decided.
"I hadn't thought of that." King Gamma took a drink.
Everyone was quiet while they realized how close was the end.

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I've tried moving back, moving forward, leaning right back practically backwards lmao and the times I've managed to get his D in that position it has seriously felt like a potential penis breaker waiting to happen. This guy is well endowed so it's not an issue with size
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I am not sure if anyone here has ever experienced the same issue I am having, or at the very least had a similar experience, but I am having some issues with my desktop PC emitting toxic air when it's powered on.
To give you all some background information on my situation, I had repairs done in my bathroom that required the vendors to spray reglaze paint on the bathtub well over a month ago. The reglaze comes from a company called Cardinal Paint in case anyone wants to know. Essentially, the VOCs from this reglaze paint creeped out of the poorly ventilated bathroom and coated itself onto all of my belongings. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of leaving my PC on while the repairs were being done. It basically took well over a month for the worst of it to go away, but I managed to get the PC out of my place and into a storage unit ond week after the paint was sprayed onto the bathtub. Since then, I have cleaned up my PC by eliminating all dust off the components, wiping the case and fans down with alcohol wipes, and to this day the PC is still spewing out toxic air when it's powered on, even when I'm not playing any games on it. It's particularly bothersome as it gives me mild symptoms of exposure to the bathtub reglaze, like respiratory issues, dry mouth, and sometimes eczema. It's not a deal breaker but I don't want to risk any health issues and I certainly do not want to put my pets in danger of exposure to this toxic air, after reading that one post where one Reddit user's cat died and their husband was hospitalized from exposure to the reglaze VOCs.
What step should I take next? I guess cleaning all components individually would be the best course, but what product works well at eliminating residual VOCs from electronics or is this a situation where I am at the mercy of time? Would I be better off just building a completely new system if I'm fubar'd? I don't want to go that route, because even if my build is rather old it can still play many modern games at high settings with respectable frame rates. Sorry for the long post, but any advice would be appreciated.