Since testers started sharing Deadlock screenshots all over the place, here's ones I can verify, featuring one of the heroes called Grey Talon. pic.twitter.com/KdZSRxObSz

— ‎Gabe Follower (@gabefollower) May 17, 2024

That range is anything above 120 being practically applied. Where you work all day on useful things and have the resilience to keep building up skills and fortunes.

That kind of capability requires the kind of commitment where the foids behavior doesn't just seem absurd but downright negative and regressive.

This is because foids demand as much time for themselves as for important tasks that are changing the world.

No foid in the world is worth the loss of more than an hour of productivity a day at most.

No human is worth more than that no matter what their relation to you.

Those who understand this end up at the top of their industries with families that hate them.

Those who do not understand this end up in middling families that care about one another.

Foids are programmed to function in mediocre environments. They weren't meant to live as equals with successful men.

The differences in IQ charts prove this.

For the majority of successful rich men women would be nothing more than objects to be used and disposed or kept at a distance because women demand hours of productivity off them which they have actual use for.

Only the mediocre man can truly love a woman. Only a mediocre man can give a foid the attention she craves.

This is why stable relationships and happy long term monogamous marriages are the playground of the middle class. The rich cannot tolerate it. The poor cannot successfully achieve it.

That is the nature of gender relations.

I almost feel sorry for Lucas at this point. Almost.

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!eurochads why did theykick him from the party/election when this was made public???? This is a normal pastime in germany

!metalheads

lol, lmao

JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL

(Kept in shorthand.)

15 May.—Once more have I seen the Count go out in his lizard fashion. He moved downwards in a sidelong way, some hundred feet down, and a good deal to the left. He vanished into some hole or window. When his head had disappeared, I leaned out to try and see more, but without avail—the distance was too great to allow a proper angle of sight. I knew he had left the castle now, and thought to use the opportunity to explore more than I had dared to do as yet. I went back to the room, and taking a lamp, tried all the doors. They were all locked, as I had expected, and the locks were comparatively new; but I went down the stone stairs to the hall where I had entered originally. I found I could pull back the bolts easily enough and unhook the great chains; but the door was locked, and the key was gone! That key must be in the Count's room; I must watch should his door be unlocked, so that I may get it and escape. I went on to make a thorough examination of the various stairs and passages, and to try the doors that opened from them. One or two small rooms near the hall were open, but there was nothing to see in them except old furniture, dusty with age and moth-eaten. At last, however, I found one door at the top of the stairway which, though it seemed to be locked, gave a little under pressure. I tried it harder, and found that it was not really locked, but that the resistance came from the fact that the hinges had fallen somewhat, and the heavy door rested on the floor. Here was an opportunity which I might not have again, so I exerted myself, and with many efforts forced it back so that I could enter. I was now in a wing of the castle further to the right than the rooms I knew and a storey lower down. From the windows I could see that the suite of rooms lay along to the south of the castle, the windows of the end room looking out both west and south. On the latter side, as well as to the former, there was a great precipice. The castle was built on the corner of a great rock, so that on three sides it was quite impregnable, and great windows were placed here where sling, or bow, or culverin could not reach, and consequently light and comfort, impossible to a position which had to be guarded, were secured. To the west was a great valley, and then, rising far away, great jagged mountain fastnesses, rising peak on peak, the sheer rock studded with mountain ash and thorn, whose roots clung in cracks and crevices and crannies of the stone. This was evidently the portion of the castle occupied by the ladies in bygone days, for the furniture had more air of comfort than any I had seen. The windows were curtainless, and the yellow moonlight, flooding in through the diamond panes, enabled one to see even colours, whilst it softened the wealth of dust which lay over all and disguised in some measure the ravages of time and the moth. My lamp seemed to be of little effect in the brilliant moonlight, but I was glad to have it with me, for there was a dread loneliness in the place which chilled my heart and made my nerves tremble. Still, it was better than living alone in the rooms which I had come to hate from the presence of the Count, and after trying a little to school my nerves, I found a soft quietude come over me. Here I am, sitting at a little oak table where in old times possibly some fair lady sat to pen, with much thought and many blushes, her ill-spelt love-letter, and writing in my diary in shorthand all that has happened since I closed it last. It is nineteenth century up-to-date with a vengeance. And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere "modernity" cannot kill.

Was a miss till the bottom explained it