u/Diligent_Newt_5770

Would you rather have a new dlc or for sky breaker, secret of the spires and the main game to be redone so the cut scenes and actions scenes look like From the ashes?

For me personally, I would love for all the dlc’s to be redone, I mean when So’lek found out nor killed Alma, that was so intense!! So imagine that sort of tension but in the main game! Like after playing from the ashes and going back to the main game I found so much of the dialogue to be quite bland and the cutscenes pretty boring in comparison to the dlc (still love the main game dearly btw 🤞🤞) so just having it redone would be so cool!!

What do you think?

I’m trying to do all the clan contribution tasks so I can unlock all the hair and other cool features from the base game and I don’t know how to trigger more tasks 😓

Do I talk to more characters? Do I just wait it out?

I play on ps5 btw!!

I've sort of messed up.. So to set the scene, I do 'The Hunt' task in which you hunt for the elder Chrioptera to gather supplies from them and then I went back to a crafting table to craft the armour but this is where i messed up! I not only crafted the wrong recipe but I used the legendary Chrioptera skin (thing?) and now I can't progress with the story!

I don't know where else to find an elder chrioptera and any other chrioptera i hunt ends up being superior, is there a way to reset the secret of the spires dlc? Anyways, any advice and help would be VERY helpful!!

I also play on PS5 if that helps!

I have lots of ideas for scripts and such but I never know how to really expand on them.

Like my notes app is filled with ideas that I’ve gotten when I wake up from a dream before falling back asleep and is then left wondering where do you go from here?

I am curious to hear everyone’s thought process when developing and expanding on ideas!

Trigger warning for just homophobic parents and such!

This is more of a vent if I'm being honest but i need to get it out somewhere. A good month ago, me and my mum had an argument and I brought up her homophobia and she went ballistic to say the least.

And because of that argument, I promised my mum i'd 'be straight'. But sometimes I just think have I actually chosen this? Like have I chosen to be queer and oppressed? As a sort of weird victim complex thing. Have I actually not met the 'right guy'? But the thought of being with a man, to get married and have kids? It doesn't sit right with me, but what if i'm faking that 'doesn't sit right with me' feeling?

I was so confident that I am a lesbian but that confidence has completely shattered and I feel like i'm making the whole thing up! Like I've dated girls and stuff but what if I was faking it y'know?

I feel like this is some internalised issue within myself but I wish I can be normal. But overall I am just wondering if anyone else have felt like this?

[Im 16F if that helps..? And i hope i followed all the rules on this subreddit lol, there was nothing abt sad questions being asked]

I’m writing a fic and long story short, Jake needs to apologise to Lo’ak about how he’s been treating lo’ak ever since the war started and I was wondering what people would want mentioned and included in the apology!!

I really want the apology to speak to Lo’ak’s soul, it needs to be enough for Lo’ak to truly forgive Jake too!

I'm just wondering what like Jake's favourite songs would be! Or characters like Norm and Grace! Just any character really, I wonder who would be the characters number one artist and stuff?

16 yrs old and just pissed myself infront of someone I’m not too close with, I walk with her home and that’s about it

first time pissing myself in public, quite awkward to try and hide my clothes from my mum but it is whatever, hopefully it is my last

Like so far, I've not left an exam feeling 110% confident. Like I've revised for a majority of my subjects and have gotten consecutive good/ not failing grades across all my subjects but some papers are either 'meh' or ' oh that one was pretty alr' like ive not witnessed an absolute godsend of a paper.

Like i've just sat my ocr-b history paper [history around us] and history has been one of my favourite/ best subjects with me consecutively getting 8s and one or two 9s and im like so scared ill get a 3 like i get its an irrational fear but does anyone else feel like that??

I do the WJEC Eduqas anthology and i CANNOT have it be To Autumn like i might just end my life right there in that exam hall. My english teacher is predicting the solider, alot of are hoping for death of a naturalist. It looks like it goes war poem, other theme eg place and loss and then back to a war poem so it could be nature?

Does any have their own predictions?

I am fancying watching a movie that explores a normal everyday person experience elite level wealth and i don't really mind how it will finish!

I'm thinking along the lines of Crazy Rich Asians sorta rich, like i remember seeing someone else ask for Crazy Rich Asians but they specifically wanted the explore the fashion side of things, i prefer the money side of things.

It was crazy seeing all the wealth and just explaining how they came about all this generational wealth! Anyways any genre is welcome, I just want to watch a good movie!

Think like 'Happy Nation' vibe iykwim!!

It's my worst maths paper I HATE ITT so if anyone has any tips that would be greatly appreciated, I do AQA higher if that helps

- I am apart of Eduqas English exam board if that helps, we're recommended to pre-write a narrative and yea! Pls be nice abt criticism i dont rlly write much TYY

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Each pair of boots hit the ground thumping in unison. Every slam against the hard, dusty ground of the training camp sounded like grenades exploding. The camp was hidden deep in Government territory; massive fern trees lined the Base allowing it to camouflage into the scenery. Tanks and tents littered the area; they were impossible to avoid. The sun blazed down against the soldiers without mercy, but it didn't phase the troopers. Their hands waved up and slapped against their sides repeatedly. They were performing some simple jumping jacks to start their workout for the day. 

And then there was me, someone who has brains over brawn. And in situations like this, sharpness wasn't a requirement. I was less bulky in comparison to my comrades, the smallest gust of wind looked like it could knock me over. I heaved and wheezed with every pitiful display of a jumping jack. It felt like a suicide mission to attempt to keep up with my fellow soldiers, yet I was hell-bent on proving myself.  

"He's killing me! You're telling me he- HE is worthy?"  

The Sargent of the camp muttered, exasperatedly. He dragged a hand down his face, he glances at the scientist with a clipboard standing by his side, he peeks through the small gap in between his fingers. The scientist remained quiet yet gives a small nod and taps his pen against his clipboard.  

  "You can't with wars with niceness." 

He frowned. The Sargent marched over to a nearby pick-up truck which was hauling boxes and shoved an arm in one of the boxes, searching around before he pulled something out. He juggled it slightly in his hands before snatching the ring pin out of the grenade and throwing in the middle of their training like a pitcher hurling it into an intense baseball match. 

  His shill scream echoed against my ears. "GRENADE!" 

  Seven seconds until it blasted.  

  Suddenly it became every man for himself. Each so-called hero flung them self behind barrels or dived underneath cars. I swivelled around; no one is going to save us now.  

  Six seconds until it blasted. 

  My eyes locked onto the rest of the camp, oblivious to their impending doom. There was a risk for copious amounts of casualties, bodies stacked high engraved itself into my mind.  

  Five seconds until it blasted.  

  My feet acted before my mind did. I felt myself take off towards the middle; beads of sweat flew of my forehead as I swung my arms to pick up the pace.  

  Four seconds until it blasted. 

  I dived onto the ground. The skin on my palms tore and ripped on the small stones. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins I didn't register the pain. 

  Three seconds until it blasted. 

  I barked orders for people to run and get to safety. My arm flailed to try to keep people at bay who came to see what the commotion was about. I curled around the grenade as if that would stop it from exploding. I could feel my dog tag hanging around my neck. It’s what they’ll use to identify my mangled and bloody remains. 

  Two seconds until it blasted. 

  I squeezed my eyes shut. I've accepted my end now. I wish I could say goodbye to my friends and family but at least they can say I died like a hero before I even reached the battlefield. 

  One second until it blasted. 

  I braced myself for the impact, the shrapnel piercing my chest and for me to cease to exist. I hope this is enough to prove myself. 

  I peeled my eyes. I lifted myself from the ground, covering in a mixture of dirt and blood before gasping like I've had my head held under water. I was still alive. I grabbed myself to make sure I was still here and wasn't going to disappear any time soon. I was met with the familiar faces of confused troops. 

  "Dummy Grenade!"   

I needed answers, there was no reason for them to simply chuck a grenade out to scare the living daylights out of people! Right? Was there a secret, was this a sick joke? Or a hidden test to keep everyone on their toes? My relief that there wasn't metal lodged in my throat was short lived as i locked eyes with the scientist-looking man from earlier. 

  “Courageous,” He spoke as he jotted something down. 

  I let out a breathless chuckle; did I make it? Have they noticed me not for my physical attributes but for my selflessness? Oh, if my mother could see me now! 

  The General, no shock to anyone, was less than impressed. His arms were folded against his broad chest as his stare burnt the back of my head. 

  “Still skinny,” He tutted away. 

"Is this some kind of test?" I blurted out while scrambling to my feet. 

It was the only logical answer I could piece together, fake grenade, the conversation from earlier, they were all making sense. I scrambled to my feet, determined to find out more. I could taste the dirt from the back of my throat and could feel my palms throb with pain but that was the least of my worries. I was left standing in the plain of the army base left alone with countless unanswered questions. I was still the skinny solider who was undersized and undervalued to some, but now I feel values.