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Not sure if you want to do any thing about this map but am_subway_gfl has a train that goes now where on T side in arena 12 it seems and I figured I would document this on the new suggestion thread as I posted this issue on the old one and it was hidden.
Here is proof if needed for reference and yes I took this picture after the old one so it seems to not be just a one time glitch.

here is an old picture documenting it happening in the past if needed.

Sadly I can't seem to find dates of the pictures if anyone knows how please tell me. but you might be able to tell due to the players alive in the upper tab that there is a time difference which both pictures where taken.
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TFW that suggestion of @Ariistuujj using ASCII to show a huge face of me, when people use inspect element might be of use to us.
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2 minutes ago, JerryBomb said:
Tbh that's dope dude. Cool house
Danks buddy, I sadly don't use it anymore tbh I would if I had space for it on my desk atm I'm using an ikea desk.
I'm using a DVI cable on one monitor and a HDMI cable on my main monitor which is a smart TV :L
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5 minutes ago, Korowa said:
Are you living in 2004????
Yes very much so also don't worry that monitor is now in my closet also that is a 1993 model pal.
It is probably because you were sharing them in TS back in 2015.
but in 2015 I lived in another house, I
abandoned that house fyi.
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1 minute ago, Hatty said:
Here, let me put up an actual argument.
It's a child's fault for agreeing that they're over 18 when they're really a minor. It literally requires them to agree to it.
Ohh ya and it's a childs fault when they agree to hire a hitman from the deep web...
Laws put it on the parent buddy...
I would love it if we did not get shut down for offering children content that is not appropriate for them, Remember all those CSGO gambling websites? they kinda got shut down due to those same minors agreeing they where 18.
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Just gonna have to crush this again.

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I'm voting for @EJ. he depicted tim hortons in a way I will never forget.
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1 minute ago, Eli said:
hahaha i was gonna do that
Ya now I'm moving my shit back that I copied to my SSD because the name would of conflicted...
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I win

na na boo boo stick your head in doo doo
NO FILES WHERE HARMED IN THE PROCESS OF THIS STUNT.
(CLONING WAS A SUCCESS)
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35 minutes ago, SirAdair said:
I was here b4 jake from State farm got manager :o
Jake from state farm... clearly the best manager lmao
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2 hours ago, Eli said:
How can you live with120 GB I have 800 out of 1.2k used
I may or may not have been thinking about getting an external hard drive for awhile now.

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I hope this letter finds you well. I can hear your complaint already, “Gordon Freeman, we have not heard from you in ages!” Well, if you care to hear excuses, I have plenty, the greatest of them being I’ve been in other dimensions and whatnot, unable to reach you by the usual means. This was the case until eighteen months ago, when I experienced a critical change in my circumstances, and was redeposited on these shores. In the time since, I have been able to think occasionally about how best to describe the intervening years, my years of silence. I do first apologize for the wait, and that done, hasten to finally explain (albeit briefly, quickly, and in very little detail) events following those described in my previous game (referred to herewith as Episode 2).
To begin with, as you may recall from the closing paragraphs of my previous missive, the death of Eli Vance shook us all. The Resistance team was traumatized, unable to be sure how much of our plan might be compromised, and whether it made any sense to go on at all as we had intended. And yet, once Eli had been buried, we found the strength and courage to regroup. It was the strong belief of his brave daughter, the feisty Alyx Vance, that we should continue on as her father had wished. We had the Antarctic coordinates, transmitted by Eli's long-time assistant, Dr. Judith Mossman, which we believed to mark the location of the lost luxury liner Borealis. Eli had felt strongly that the Borealis should be destroyed rather than allow it to fall into the hands of the Combine. Others on our team disagreed, believing that the Borealis might hold the secret to the revolution’s success. Either way, the arguments were moot until we found the vessel. Therefore, immediately after the service for Dr. Vance, Alyx and I boarded a seaplane and set off for the Antarctic; a much larger support team, mainly militia, was to follow by separate transport.
It is still unclear to me exactly what brought down our little aircraft. The following hours spent traversing the frigid waste in a blizzard are also a jumbled blur, ill-remembered and poorly defined. The next thing I clearly recall is our final approach to the coordinates Dr. Mossman has provided, and where we expected to find the Borealis. What we found instead was a complex fortified installation, showing all the hallmarks of sinister Combine technology. It surrounded a large open field of ice. Of the Borealis itself there was no sign…or not at first. But as we stealthily infiltrated the Combine installation, we noticed a recurent, strangely coherent auroral effect–as of a vast hologram fading in and out of view. This bizarre phenomenon initially seemed an effect caused by an immense Combine lensing system, Alyx and I soon realized that what we were actually seeing was the luxury liner Borealis itself, phasing in and out of existence at the focus of the Combine devices. The aliens had erected their compound to study and seize the ship whenever it materialized. What Dr. Mossman had provided were not coordinates for where the sub was located, but instead for where it was predicted to arrive. The liner was oscillating in and out of our reality, its pulses were gradually steadying, but there was no guarantee it would settle into place for long–or at all. We determined that we must put ourselves into position to board it at the instant it became completely physical.
At this point we were briefly detained–not captured by the Combine, as we feared at first, but by minions of our former nemesis, the conniving and duplicitous Wallace Breen. Dr. Breen was not as we had last seen him–which is to say, he was not dead. At some point, the Combine had saved out an earlier version of his consciousness, and upon his physical demise, they had imprinted the back-up personality into a biological blank resembling an enormous grub. The Breen-grub, despite occupying a position of relative power in the Combine hierarchy, seemed nervous and frightened of me in particular. Wallace did not know how his previous incarnation, the original Dr. Breen, had died. He knew only that I was responsible. Therefore the grub treated us with great caution. Still, he soon confessed (never able to keep quiet for long) that he was herself a prisoner of the Combine. He took no pleasure from her current grotesque existence, and pleaded with us to end his life. Alyx believed that a quick death was more than Wallace Breen deserved, but for my part, I felt a modicum of pity and compassion. Out of Alyx ’s sight, I might have done something to hasten the grub’s demise before we proceeded.
Not far from where we had been detained by Dr. Breen, we found Judith Mossman being held in a Combine interrogation cell. Things were tense between Judith and Alyx, as might be imagined. Alyx blamed Judith for her father’s death…news of which, Judith was devastated to hear for the first time. Judith tried to convince Alyx that she had been a double agent serving the resistance all along, doing only what Eli had asked of her, even though she knew it meant he risked being seen by her peers–by all of us–as a traitor. I was convinced; Alyx less so. But from a pragmatic point of view, we depended on Dr. Mossman; for along with the Borealis coordinates, she possessed resonance keys which would be necessary to bring the liner fully into our plane of existence.
We skirmished with Combine soldiers protecting a Combine research post, then Dr. Mossman attuned the Borealis to precisely the frequencies needed to bring it into (brief) coherence. In the short time available to us, we scrambled aboard the ship, with an unknown number of Combine agents close behind. The ship cohered for only a short time, and then its oscillations resume. It was too late for our own military support, which arrived and joined the Combine forces in battle just as we rebounded between universes, once again unmoored.
What happened next is even harder to explain. Alyx Vance, Dr. Mossman and myself sought control of the ship–its power source, its control room, its navigation center. The liner’s history proved nonlinear. Years before, during the Combine invasion, various members of an earlier science team, working in the hull of a dry-docked liner situated at the Aperture Science Enrichment Center in Lake Huron, had assembled what they called the Bootstrap Device. If it worked as intended, it would emit a field large enough to surround the ship. This field would then itself travel instantaneously to any chosen destination without having to cover the intervening space. There was no need for entry or exit portals, or any other devices; it was entirely self-contained. Unfortunately, the device had never been tested. As the Combine pushed Earth into the Seven Hour War, the aliens seized control of our most important research facilities. The staff of the Borealis , with no other wish than to keep the ship out of Combine hands, acted in desperation. The switched on the field and flung the Borealis toward the most distant destination they could target: Antarctica. What they did not realize was that the Bootstrap Device travelled in time as well as space. Nor was it limited to one time or one location. The Borealis, and the moment of its activation, were stretched across space and time, between the nearly forgotten Lake Michigan of the Seven Hour War and the present day Antarctic; it was pulled taut as an elastic band, vibrating, except where at certain points along its length one could find still points, like the harmonic spots along a vibrating guitar string. One of these harmonics was where we boarded, but the string ran forward and back, in both time and space, and we were soon pulled in every direction ourselves.
Time grew confused. Looking from the bridge, we could see the drydocks of Aperture Science at the moment of teleportation, just as the Combine forces closed in from land, sea and air. At the same time, we could see the Antarctic wastelands, where our friends were fighting to make their way to the protean Borealis; and in addition, glimpses of other worlds, somewhere in the future perhaps, or even in the past. Alyx grew convinced we were seeing one of the Combine’s central staging areas for invading other worlds–such as our own. We meanwhile fought a running battle throughout the ship, pursued by Combine forces. We struggled to understand our stiuation, and to agree on our course of action. Could we alter the course of the Borealis? Should we run it aground in the Antarctic, giving our peers the chance to study it? Should we destroy it with all hands aboard, our own included? It was impossible to hold a coherent thought, given the baffling and paradoxical timeloops, which passed through the ship like bubbles. I felt I was going mad, that we all were, confronting myriad versions of ourselves, in that ship that was half ghost-ship, half nightmare funhouse.
What it came down to, at last, was a choice. Judith Mossman argued, reasonably, that we should save the Borealis and deliver it to the Resistance, that our intelligent peers might study and harness its power. But Alyx reminded me she had sworn she would honor her father’s demand that we destroy the ship. She hatched a plan to set the Borealis to self-destruct, while riding it into the heart of the Combine’s invasion nexus. Judith and Alyx argued. Judith overpowered Alyx and brought the Borealis area, preparing to shut off the Bootstrap Device and settle the ship on the ice. Then I heard a shot, and Judith fell. Alyx had decided for all of us, or her weapon had. With Dr. Mossman dead, we were committed to the suicide plunge. Grimly, Alyx and I armed the Borealis, creating a time-travelling missile, and steered it for the heart of the Combine’s command center.
At this point, as you will no doubt be unsurprised to hear, a Certain Sinister Figure appeared, in the form of that sneering trickster, the G-Man. For once he appeared not to me, but to Alyx Vance. Alyx had not seen the cryptical schoolmarm (no male equivalent) since childhood, but she recognized him instantly. “Come along with me now, we’ve places to do and things to be,” said the G-Man, and Alyx acquiesced. She followed the strange grey man out of the Borealis, out of our reality. For me, there was no convenient door held open; only a snicker and a sideways glance. I was left alone, riding the weaponized luxury liner into the heart of a Combine world. An immense light blazed. I caught a cosmic view of a brilliantly glittering Dyson sphere. The vastness of the Combine’s power, the futility of our struggle, blossomed briefly in my awareness. I saw everything. Mainly I saw how the Borealis, our most powerful weapon, would register as less than a fizzling matchhead as it blew itself apart. And what remained of me would be even less than that.
Just then, as you have surely already foreseen, the Vortigaunts parted their own checkered curtains of reality, reached in as they have on prior occasions, plucked me out, and set me aside. I barely got to see the fireworks begin.
And here we are. I spoke of my return to this shore. It has been a circuitous path to lands I once knew, and surprising to see how much the terrain has changed. Enough time has passed that few remember me, or what I was saying when last I spoke, or what precisely we hoped to accomplish. At this point, the resistance will have failed or succeeded, no thanks to me. Old friends have been silenced, or fallen by the wayside. I no longer know or recognize most members of the research team, though I believe the spirit of rebellion still persists. I expect you know better than I the appropriate course of action, and I leave you to it. Except no further correspondence from me regarding these matters; this is my final episode.
Yours in infinite finality,
Gordon Freeman, Ph.D.
Source: https://pastebin.com/q9DMFa7c
Original Source: https://web.archive.org/web/20170825025137/http://www.marclaidlaw.com/epistle-3/
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1 minute ago, Shuruia said:

Skinny folder for a skinny person.
How much compression was involved in this act?
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1 hour ago, Syrus said:
Atleast I didn't cry when I was demoted unlike you when you were demoted from CS:GO Minigames @rapperdan
Remember the charts on Game tracker after I was demoted, dead server ayyyy lmao.
You were manager of a dead server...
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Just now, Syrus said:
@rapperdan idk, go try to dick ride Roy more to figure out the truth
Oh lol I remember you dick riding roy and hanging around him nonstop that's a hard ecks dee right there.
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I love it when I prove to people that I was right about something and they where wrong. EZ Trigger

also @Syrus since you brought my name up where is that CA, ayyyyy lmao.
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My CS:GO

vs my Gmod

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Just now, Bae said:
of course zai. my breathing buddy. Zai/zie. is the correct way to pronounce xy's name according to him when he was just a trial admin on ttt.

Tea or Coffee? (American Way, not the British way)
You said Tea or Coffee, there is no competition fuck Tea I'm a covfefe boi.
So Gif or Jif.
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37 minutes ago, burtz said:
you never talked to me jerk
@HackingPotato girl that's fucked up.

also sorry @burtz let me check that nickname of the other person to an s instead of a z lmao.
Proof that I fixed it @burtz please no get maderino

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4 hours ago, Mould said:
Even though the court can assign you one for free, which is what happened here
What where the thousands for? also most of those lawyers who are assigned by the court for free tend to lose all there cases, if it's a case that matters at least. I see nothing on jeffrey-s-kravitz being a court appointed lawyer mind giving the source of this info?
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2 minutes ago, JerryBomb said:
I see your point now. Yeah, I'm aware of that.
They had the money though, and they faced a ridiculous lawsuit. I guess they found it suitable to fight it as hard as they could. Respect for them
Ya sadly most people just accept things because they can't afford to fight it, sadly when people say money does not make life easier, it does this is a perfect example. also if the payed thousands that's a shit ton lost for them... now cases that happen do tend to set standards for later cases so It's very possible that what happened here does not really help them at all, more so others who come after them.



It's a child's fault for agreeing that they're over 18 when they're really a minor. It literally requires them to agree to it.








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Posted · Edited by rapperdan
I have thousands of pics saved of me I got you covered. btw I always look in the mirror and want to go out into a make out session I'm so fine girl.
iirc this only happened because someone asked me to take a picture with a shirt on and you know what those shirts are evil bastards restraining my body.