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I've done the exact opposite as I currently reside in Snoqualmie, about two miles from the famous falls of the same name. Don't miss it one bit.
 
Although I do get to venture into my old stomping grounds such as my friend's BBQ yesterday on Beacon Hill where my ghetto senses were put to good use deciphering the sounds of a drive by shooting down below on Rainier Avenue. For those of you not familiar with Seattle's geography, the areas that I mentioned are - despite the ravages of gentrification - are locations where the economically disenfranchised continue to congregate.
 
Suburban friends who moved to the City: Wow. That sounds like a car backfiring.
Don: No. That's gunfire. Probably a handgun. Probably a low caliber revolver since there were six shots.
Friends: No. But they sounded like they were moving.
Don: It's a drive-by shooting.

I'm pretty sure the Germans had no problems killing Abrahams before 1947.

Nice try member of a single player health care.

I disapprove of this "Golf bag" approach to modern rations.
 
I believe a general purpose ration is the ideal solution to those brave soldiers being out nourished by hilltop fighters using volley eating tactics with 7.62mm rations.

I have no reservations in taking these peoples' guns away for life after stuff like that. A wounded animal can get freaked out and maul a person out of fear. A gun is a responsibility as much as a "right." If you're not up for the responsibility, then you're not up for a right granted to you by the state. I'm tired of doofuses making us all look bad.
 
These doobers used to wait by roads in the mountains and shoot at dogs. It was treated with fines and generally ignored until some Gomer shot a trained rescue dog a few days after 9/11. The dog was out of training, and had just gotten called to serve with first responders at the tower or Pentagon, so the guy really got run through the wringer. It really didn't help that he "mistook" it for a deer, and shot it in the head as the owner was walking it down a paved road.
 
edit: Because that first paragraph may seem like I'm trying to steer us into the debate we all hate by now, I'm gonna just end this on a higher note. I just want someone to give a 20th century version of this speech to hunters in our areas before they're allowed to go out:
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90TQGasjs0Q

I had to disarm a couple of guys who were hunting deer with an AR.  We kept finding deer run into the neighborhoods with 20 or 30 shots in them.  They would run about a mile and bleed out.  Finally tracked it to two guys.  One yelled at me that we were NAZIs because we were taking his guns from him.  The magistrate who fined them said he was not fining them because of the gun, but because anyone so stupid as to fail to get a kill shot in 30 rounds was too stupid to participate in a democracy, and he was hoping they would move to Somalia.

I've done the exact opposite as I currently reside in Snoqualmie, about two miles from the famous falls of the same name. Don't miss it one bit.
 
Although I do get to venture into my old stomping grounds such as my friend's BBQ yesterday on Beacon Hill where my ghetto senses were put to good use deciphering the sounds of a drive by shooting down below on Rainier Avenue. For those of you not familiar with Seattle's geography, the areas that I mentioned are - despite the ravages of gentrification - are locations where the economically disenfranchised continue to congregate.
 
Suburban friends who moved to the City: Wow. That sounds like a car backfiring.
Don: No. That's gunfire. Probably a handgun. Probably a low caliber revolver since there were six shots.
Friends: No. But they sounded like they were moving.
Don: It's a drive-by shooting.

This is Chester. He is my first rifle which I got on my fourteenth birthday. He is a Winchester Ranger Model 94 chambered in 30-30. For years I dreamed about having a Winchester rifle, looking longingly at the printed advertisements in the Big-5 flyer that came in the mailbox once a week, tracing my finger of the pixilated photo that advertised Chester for just $199.99.
 

 
He has been with me on multiple adventures including each of my trips up to Bristol Bay, every hunting trip, my honeymoon and multiple instances when something went bump or howl in the night.
 
After nearly a quarter of a century that he's been with me, I can think of few circumstances where Chester wouldn't be more than a match for what I'd need to ask of him.
 
Also Bonus Book-aki 

From the May-Jun 1923 issue of Army Ordnance.
 

So, long story short, my grandfather and aunt were huge hoarders. Grandpa died, so we cleaned up, got on my aunt to take care of her stuff, got all of the useless shit out of our lives, and we're left with some cool thing like an M1907 sling and an M1A1 tank periscope. Unfortunately, I don't know much about some of it, so I'm asking around here. The first two are an Iver Johnson (top) and an F&W (bottom). I literally know nothing about them. Nobody ever saw grandpa buy a handgun, so we assume he nabbed some grunts' contraband when he was a Sargeant in the army:
 

 
The second one's vexed us for a while. It resembles a Velo pocket revolver, but has some visual differences and intricate detailing on it, and has what looks like "Browning" written on the top. I don't think Browning ever made these, so I just assume it was someone's personalized engraving. The action won't cycle, either by trigger or attempts to move the cylinder. Also, I am really sorry you have to see my goony, unkempt fingernails. I cut them after seeing them in the picture, I promise.
 

It's really about certain people not having the wherewithal to do the bare minimum in order to survive. Every time I drive in the city, I see folks who just assume that I will not run them down and turn them into a bloody smear on the pavement whenever the "Walk" sign flashes at an intersection. And while I am flattered at this faith that they have in my driving skills, I worry that this same trust is extended to other drivers in the City of Seattle. Because it's not like it is completely unheard of that cars and trucks run red lights (or fucking bicyclists) nor is it completely unheard of that a vehicle can't stop because of a malfunction in their braking system or perhaps the driver is suffering from a medical emergency.
 
Worse, at times there is a sense of entitlement in the fact that certain pedestrians (and fucking bicyclists) assume that you will yield to them whenever they wander out into the road. As a funny story, when I attended the University of Washington, it was pretty flagrant how many times students and faculty would just step out onto the street in front of you, regardless if there was an intersection or crosswalk, and assume that you'd just stop your car. Now most of the time I drove either my Toyota pickup truck or my mom's 1990 Honda Civic onto the campus. But a few times (three or four) I was forced to use the farm truck, which was a 1969 Ford F-100 with a 302 V-8 with straight exhaust pipes coming right out of the headers. And I can tell you, whenever I drove that truck onto campus, no one jumped out in front of me.

It's really about certain people not having the wherewithal to do the bare minimum in order to survive. Every time I drive in the city, I see folks who just assume that I will not run them down and turn them into a bloody smear on the pavement whenever the "Walk" sign flashes at an intersection. And while I am flattered at this faith that they have in my driving skills, I worry that this same trust is extended to other drivers in the City of Seattle. Because it's not like it is completely unheard of that cars and trucks run red lights (or fucking bicyclists) nor is it completely unheard of that a vehicle can't stop because of a malfunction in their braking system or perhaps the driver is suffering from a medical emergency.
 
Worse, at times there is a sense of entitlement in the fact that certain pedestrians (and fucking bicyclists) assume that you will yield to them whenever they wander out into the road. As a funny story, when I attended the University of Washington, it was pretty flagrant how many times students and faculty would just step out onto the street in front of you, regardless if there was an intersection or crosswalk, and assume that you'd just stop your car. Now most of the time I drove either my Toyota pickup truck or my mom's 1990 Honda Civic onto the campus. But a few times (three or four) I was forced to use the farm truck, which was a 1969 Ford F-100 with a 302 V-8 with straight exhaust pipes coming right out of the headers. And I can tell you, whenever I drove that truck onto campus, no one jumped out in front of me.

Tourists only care about certain structures. The Pharos will just suck funding away from actual archeological sights. According to Abdel Halim Nour Eddin, the chairman of Egyptian Antiquities Organization, about 96% of archeological sites in Egypt are pretty much shit and tourists only want to know if the Jews built the pyramids.
I'd post a link, but mobile sucks.

So the problem boils down to shitty people having kids and these kids grow into shitty people and have more kids who do the same thing. 
 
I don't see a way for a free society to fix shitty people from doing shitty things, and having shitty kids who fuck thinks up for the majority of normal people. 

We really need to re-dub that video to make Luigi start spouting off about Khirosheev and Deathtraps.  

I shouldn't gloat. But I found a song about a goat on a boat.
 

 
I suppose if I watch it enough times I'll be able to learn the song by rote. 

In a world gone mad, where a single state holds an entire country captive because of a demographic time bomb of 38 million passive aggressive jerks who don't know how to drive or vaccinate their children, they said all hope was lost. Until a single continental transform fault forming a tectonic boundary between the Pacific Plate and North American Plate with a right-lateral strike-slip motion said "No more".
 
San Andreas. The romantic comedy we've been waiting decades to see. And Superman isn't coming to save your sorry asses this time either.   Californians. You've artificially driven up property and rental prices in Portland and you've transformed the scenic vistas of Colorado into a gaudy strip mall and now you want to steal water from Washington state. But guess what? Mother nature has something else in store for you. 
 
Fuck you Californians! Do you like the taste of water? I've got some water for you! Glub-glub! Glub-glub!

In a world gone mad, where a single state holds an entire country captive because of a demographic time bomb of 38 million passive aggressive jerks who don't know how to drive or vaccinate their children, they said all hope was lost. Until a single continental transform fault forming a tectonic boundary between the Pacific Plate and North American Plate with a right-lateral strike-slip motion said "No more".
 
San Andreas. The romantic comedy we've been waiting decades to see. And Superman isn't coming to save your sorry asses this time either.   Californians. You've artificially driven up property and rental prices in Portland and you've transformed the scenic vistas of Colorado into a gaudy strip mall and now you want to steal water from Washington state. But guess what? Mother nature has something else in store for you. 
 
Fuck you Californians! Do you like the taste of water? I've got some water for you! Glub-glub! Glub-glub!

In a world gone mad, where a single state holds an entire country captive because of a demographic time bomb of 38 million passive aggressive jerks who don't know how to drive or vaccinate their children, they said all hope was lost. Until a single continental transform fault forming a tectonic boundary between the Pacific Plate and North American Plate with a right-lateral strike-slip motion said "No more".
 
San Andreas. The romantic comedy we've been waiting decades to see. And Superman isn't coming to save your sorry asses this time either.   Californians. You've artificially driven up property and rental prices in Portland and you've transformed the scenic vistas of Colorado into a gaudy strip mall and now you want to steal water from Washington state. But guess what? Mother nature has something else in store for you. 
 
Fuck you Californians! Do you like the taste of water? I've got some water for you! Glub-glub! Glub-glub!

Oooooooo...
 
Too soon man, too soon.

Oooooooo...
 
Too soon man, too soon.

Alternate Title to this thread.
 
Masonic Fraternal Police Have A Hard Job.

Alternate Title to this thread.
 
Masonic Fraternal Police Have A Hard Job.

Having had hundreds - if not thousands - of these games where I do incredible amounts of damage and spot the entire enemy team, while your team crumbles about you, the reason you're getting such a great score isn't because you are necessarily the best player ever (although you are good Ulric) it's just that there's no one else on the team to compete with you in farming damage. If you kill 8, 9, 10 enemies in the match its because the rest of your team is terrible and unable to put a cursor on a red tank, wait for the circle to get small and press the mouse button. 
 
Having watched replays that guys post on General Discussion, a lot of times (not all) the guys who are doing great damage are the ones who lost the game because they camped to begin the match, aren't supporting a team's push, aren't using their tank's armor and hit points to absorb damage, are off on the wrong part of the map or whatever. 
 
With all that, I've come to the conclusion having played 98-99 percent of my games solo-pub, you are guaranteed to lose at least 1/3 of your matches. It's kind of like baseball. The issue is, one doesn't know which 1/3 of those matches they will lose so you have to play them all the same.

Well, that is the easiest way to farm damage and WN8, but ultimately that gets you nothing. I'm sure casual observers would accuse me of doing the same thing, because I tend to play rather reserved. But, there is a difference between playing reserved, and waiting for your team to die off so you can farm. The longer you survive, the more chances you have to win. So you have to find a good balance and understanding of when to be bold and punch peoples faces in, and when to shoot n' scoot.
 
Your last statement is why I stopped looking at XVM stats in matches. I didn't want some kind of stat prediction subconsciously effecting my gameplay. I wanted to make sure that I was playing every match to win, and not throwing a match away because the predicted win chance was too low.