Seriously, if someone posts a thread asking for help, and states their issue, don't reply if your reply is to basically say "I am having the same issue" as it just clogs the thread and makes it difficult to read through and find all the REAL responses that contain possible solutions to the problem. The forum guidelines even ask you not to, so please don't do it.
In the same sense, don't reply saying you're having a similar but different issue, the thread is NOT YOURS so go MAKE your OWN because you're just being interruptive, disruptive and annoying, plus, because it's not your thread, you are most likely not going to get your answer
I don't mean to be rude, but I've been seeing this everywhere. Nobody cares if your "having the same issue" or "I'm having this problem but also this one."
We don't want distractions, we want answers.
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You do realize that by commenting that. They are helping your post become more likely to be seen right? The more comments there are on a post. The higher it rises in trending.
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"Pattern is sequence"
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Ironic
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Don't post worthless forum threads. I mean, you did post this is #Offtopic, the home of all useless threads, topics, posts, ideas, and just plain idiot posts every day 24/7, 365, rather than in #DESTINY2 where you aimed your comment toward. You should change your forum tag from #Offtopic to #Destiny2, and MAYBE a few people will see it before a ninja kicks your thread back down here, because there is no reference to Destiiny, because they're ADHD about that, and don't seem to think that a Destiny related thread doesn't have to have the word "Destiny" in it.) Second of all, Bungie made this website open basically to everyone to post just about any way they want to, without restriction about 5 3/4 years ago. So trying to tell them what they can and can't talk about isn't going to change anything.
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... You're a salty boi ain't ya... [spoiler]not included in the DLC[/spoiler]
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I think this would be better on #feedback or #help than #offtopic. I recommend editing the tag
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I am having the same issues.
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Actually it helps the developers know how major the problem is. If one issue affects one person and another issue affects 10000, then the second issue takes priority.
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What Is Cuil Theory? Cuil Theory Means Business Cuil is the cutting edge. The advances in the field are occurring at an unheard of pace. The recovery of the world economy may very well depend on science finding a productive way of harnessing the Cuil. Origins of Cuil Theory. The idea was to lampoon the terrible search engine capabilities of the Cuil search engine, while providing a functionally stimulating idea about the interrelationship between tangential things. The result was the following exchange: HalCion: Reddit's thumbnails have a Cuil level of effectiveness. RedDyeNumber4 Can we make that a unit of measurement? One Cuil = One level of abstraction away from the reality of a situation. Example: You ask me for a Hamburger. 1 Cuil: if you asked me for a hamburger, and I gave you a raccoon. 2 Cuils: If you asked me for a hamburger, but it turns out I don't really exist. Where I was originally standing, a picture of a hamburger rests on the ground. 3 Cuils: You awake as a hamburger. You start screaming only to have special sauce fly from your lips. The world is in sepia. 4 Cuils: Why are we speaking German? A mime cries softly as he cradles a young cow. Your grandfather stares at you as the cow falls apart into patties. You look down only to see me with pickles for eyes, I am singing the song that gives birth to the universe. 5 Cuils: You ask for a hamburger, I give you a hamburger. You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. I give you a hamburger. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. You cannot swallow. There are children at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun. I give you a hamburger. You look at my face, and I am pleading with you. The children are crying now. You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. I give you a hamburger. You are on your knees. You plead with me to go across the street. I hear only children's laughter. I give you a hamburger. You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. I am your child. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the hamburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. I give you a hamburger. As you kill me, I do not make a sound. I give you a hamburger. 6 Cuils: You ask me for a hamburger. My attempt to reciprocate is cut brutally short as my body experiences a sudden lack of electrons. Across a variety of hidden dimensions you are dismayed. John Lennon hands me an apple, but it slips through my fingers. I am reborn as an ocelot. You disapprove. A crack echoes through the universe in defiance of conventional physics as cosmological background noise shifts from randomness to a perfect A Flat. Children everywhere stop what they are doing and hum along in perfect pitch with the background radiation. Birds fall from the sky as the sun engulfs the earth. You hesitate momentarily before allowing yourself to assume the locus of all knowledge. Entropy crumbles as you peruse the information contained within the universe. A small library in Phoenix ceases to exist. You stumble under the weight of everythingness, Your mouth opens up to cry out, and collapses around your body before blinking you out of the spatial plane. You exist only within the fourth dimension. The fountainhead of all knowledge rolls along the ground and collides with a small dog. My head tastes sideways as spacetime is reestablished, you blink back into the corporeal world disoriented, only for me to hand you a hamburger as my body collapses under the strain of reconstitution. The universe has reasserted itself. A particular small dog is fed steak for the rest of its natural life. You die in a freak accident moments later, and you soul works at the returns desk for the Phoenix library. You disapprove. Your disapproval sends ripples through the inter-dimensional void between life and death. A small child begins to cry as he walks toward the stairway where his father stands. 7 Cuils: I give you a hamburger. The universe is engulfed within itself. A bus advertising hotdogs drives by a papillon. It disapproves. An unnatural force reverses Earth's gravity. You ask for a hamburger. I reciprocate with a mildly convulsing potato. You disapprove. Your disapproval releases a cosmic shift in the void between birth and life. You ask for a hamburger. A certain small dog feasts on hamburger patties for the rest of its unnatural, eternal endurance. Your constant disapproval sends silence through everything. A contrived beast becomes omnipotent. You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger your body becomes an unsettled blob of nothingness, then divides by three. The papillon barks. The universe realigns itself. You, the papillon, and the hamburger disapprove. This condemnation stops the realignment. Hades freezes over. A pig is launched is launched into the unoccupied existence between space and time with a specific hamburger. You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger. It screams as you lift it to your face. You laugh maniacally as I plead with you. You devour the hamburger as it pleads for mercy. I disapprove and condemn you to an eternity in a certain void where a certain pig and its specific hamburger are located. The Universal Space-time Continuum Committee disapproves of my irrational decision. You are locked away and are fed hamburgers for the rest of your natural existence. A pickle refuses to break down during the process of digestion. You die in a freak accident. A certain pickle lives the rest of its life in a comatose state. Your soul disapproves. Down the street a child cries as a hamburger gets stuck in, and climbs back up, her esophagus. You ask again for a hamburger. I refuse to reciprocate. You demand a lawyer. I remind you harshly that this is the new world order. Lawyers no longer exist. Only papillons. Your name is written on a list of sins. Blasphemy. You ask for a hamburger. The comatose pickle vanquishes your soul from this universe. Realignment occurs. You beg for a hamburger. A certain papillon's name is written on an obelisk in Egypt. Mumble. Peasants worship the obelisk. Your soulless corpse partakes in the festivity. Hamburgers are banned universally. The sun implodes. All planets cease to have ever existed. Mercury. Venus. Earth. Mars. Jupiter. Saturn. Uranus. Neptune. Pluto is the only mass in existence. Conveniently, you are on vacation here. Your need for hamburgers re-establishes space-time. Earth is recreated under your intergalactic rule. Hamburgers are your army. You wake up. Clowns. Clowns everywhere. Your dream rushes to meet you. You are kidnapped. You ask for a hamburger. They hand you a hotdog. Apparently, people thought this was an interesting way to consider the relationships between objects. This website is an attempt to explain exactly how Cuil Theory is intended to work, so that in the future we can rate world on a scale of strangeness and surrealism that actually fits a standard. For all practical purposes, the Cuil is represented by an Interrobang: ‽ This is because the Interrobang is fearsome, awesome, and not in use for mathematical reasons to the best of my knowledge. Anyone is welcome to join the site and help construct Cuil Theory, and we hope you use it while describing a drug trip in the very near future. I propose 0 Cuil, or "absolute Cuil". 0 Cuil: I ask for a hamburger, you give me the epitome of all hamburgers, to the most subjective detail. Observers in a state of Perfect Cuil are often introduced to a phenomenon known as the Cuil Paradox, where the hamburger asked/given ratio is so near 1:1 that the observer begins to doubt the reality, suspecting that the hamburger was an artifact of their manufactured memories. Then, in fact, they would be as far from absolute Cuil as possible. What about the idea of negative Cuil, that head toward an infinite negative Cuil or a lower bound that is absolute realism. If I were to present you with a unified theory of everything in the universe, it would be absolute negative Cuil. Everything else is just grades of negative Cuil below 0 Cuil or normal reality. - Red Cuil modeling could have far reaching ramifications for coding theory, AI, and computer science. applications Encryption, quantum communication and AI research as AI constructs become more complex and the large datasets they produce of diagnostic output, Cuil modeling could easily map and model just the pure semantic noise seen in AI "brain waves"
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[quote][quote]What Is Cuil Theory? Cuil Theory Means Business Cuil is the cutting edge. The advances in the field are occurring at an unheard of pace. The recovery of the world economy may very well depend on science finding a productive way of harnessing the Cuil. Origins of Cuil Theory. The idea was to lampoon the terrible search engine capabilities of the Cuil search engine, while providing a functionally stimulating idea about the interrelationship between tangential things. The result was the following exchange: HalCion: Reddit's thumbnails have a Cuil level of effectiveness. RedDyeNumber4 Can we make that a unit of measurement? One Cuil = One level of abstraction away from the reality of a situation. Example: You ask me for a Hamburger. 1 Cuil: if you asked me for a hamburger, and I gave you a raccoon. 2 Cuils: If you asked me for a hamburger, but it turns out I don't really exist. Where I was originally standing, a picture of a hamburger rests on the ground. 3 Cuils: You awake as a hamburger. You start screaming only to have special sauce fly from your lips. The world is in sepia. 4 Cuils: Why are we speaking German? A mime cries softly as he cradles a young cow. Your grandfather stares at you as the cow falls apart into patties. You look down only to see me with pickles for eyes, I am singing the song that gives birth to the universe. 5 Cuils: You ask for a hamburger, I give you a hamburger. You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. I give you a hamburger. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. You cannot swallow. There are children at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun. I give you a hamburger. You look at my face, and I am pleading with you. The children are crying now. You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. I give you a hamburger. You are on your knees. You plead with me to go across the street. I hear only children's laughter. I give you a hamburger. You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. I am your child. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the hamburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. I give you a hamburger. As you kill me, I do not make a sound. I give you a hamburger. 6 Cuils: You ask me for a hamburger. My attempt to reciprocate is cut brutally short as my body experiences a sudden lack of electrons. Across a variety of hidden dimensions you are dismayed. John Lennon hands me an apple, but it slips through my fingers. I am reborn as an ocelot. You disapprove. A crack echoes through the universe in defiance of conventional physics as cosmological background noise shifts from randomness to a perfect A Flat. Children everywhere stop what they are doing and hum along in perfect pitch with the background radiation. Birds fall from the sky as the sun engulfs the earth. You hesitate momentarily before allowing yourself to assume the locus of all knowledge. Entropy crumbles as you peruse the information contained within the universe. A small library in Phoenix ceases to exist. You stumble under the weight of everythingness, Your mouth opens up to cry out, and collapses around your body before blinking you out of the spatial plane. You exist only within the fourth dimension. The fountainhead of all knowledge rolls along the ground and collides with a small dog. My head tastes sideways as spacetime is reestablished, you blink back into the corporeal world disoriented, only for me to hand you a hamburger as my body collapses under the strain of reconstitution. The universe has reasserted itself. A particular small dog is fed steak for the rest of its natural life. You die in a freak accident moments later, and you soul works at the returns desk for the Phoenix library. You disapprove. Your disapproval sends ripples through the inter-dimensional void between life and death. A small child begins to cry as he walks toward the stairway where his father stands. 7 Cuils: I give you a hamburger. The universe is engulfed within itself. A bus advertising hotdogs drives by a papillon. It disapproves. An unnatural force reverses Earth's gravity. You ask for a hamburger. I reciprocate with a mildly convulsing potato. You disapprove. Your disapproval releases a cosmic shift in the void between birth and life. You ask for a hamburger. A certain small dog feasts on hamburger patties for the rest of its unnatural, eternal endurance. Your constant disapproval sends silence through everything. A contrived beast becomes omnipotent. You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger your body becomes an unsettled blob of nothingness, then divides by three. The papillon barks. The universe realigns itself. You, the papillon, and the hamburger disapprove. This condemnation stops the realignment. Hades freezes over. A pig is launched is launched into the unoccupied existence between space and time with a specific hamburger. You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger. It screams as you lift it to your face. You laugh maniacally as I plead with you. You devour the hamburger as it pleads for mercy. I disapprove and condemn you to an eternity in a certain void where a certain pig and its specific hamburger are located. The Universal Space-time Continuum Committee disapproves of my irrational decision. You are locked away and are fed hamburgers for the rest of your natural existence. A pickle refuses to break down during the process of digestion. You die in a freak accident. A certain pickle lives the rest of its life in a comatose state. Your soul disapproves. Down the street a child cries as a hamburger gets stuck in, and climbs back up, her esophagus. You ask again for a hamburger. I refuse to reciprocate. You demand a lawyer. I remind you harshly that this is the new world order. Lawyers no longer exist. Only papillons. Your name is written on a list of sins. Blasphemy. You ask for a hamburger. The comatose pickle vanquishes your soul from this universe. Realignment occurs. You beg for a hamburger. A certain papillon's name is written on an obelisk in Egypt. Mumble. Peasants worship the obelisk. Your soulless corpse partakes in the festivity. Hamburgers are banned universally. The sun implodes. All planets cease to have ever existed. Mercury. Venus. Earth. Mars. Jupiter. Saturn. Uranus. Neptune. Pluto is the only mass in existence. Conveniently, you are on vacation here. Your need for hamburgers re-establishes space-time. Earth is recreated under your intergalactic rule. Hamburgers are your army. You wake up. Clowns. Clowns everywhere. Your dream rushes to meet you. You are kidnapped. You ask for a hamburger. They hand you a hotdog. Apparently, people thought this was an interesting way to consider the relationships between objects. This website is an attempt to explain exactly how Cuil Theory is intended to work, so that in the future we can rate world on a scale of strangeness and surrealism that actually fits a standard. For all practical purposes, the Cuil is represented by an Interrobang: ‽ This is because the Interrobang is fearsome, awesome, and not in use for mathematical reasons to the best of my knowledge. Anyone is welcome to join the site and help construct Cuil Theory, and we hope you use it while describing a drug trip in the very near future. I propose 0 Cuil, or "absolute Cuil". 0 Cuil: I ask for a hamburger, you give me the epitome of all hamburgers, to the most subjective detail. Observers in a state of Perfect Cuil are often introduced to a phenomenon known as the Cuil Paradox, where the hamburger asked/given ratio is so near 1:1 that the observer begins to doubt the reality, suspecting that the hamburger was an artifact of their manufactured memories. Then, in fact, they would be as far from absolute Cuil as possible. What about the idea of negative Cuil, that head toward an infinite negative Cuil or a lower bound that is absolute realism. If I were to present you with a unified theory of everything in the universe, it would be absolute negative Cuil. Everything else is just grades of negative Cuil below 0 Cuil or normal reality. - Red Cuil modeling could have far reaching ramifications for coding theory, AI, and computer science. applications Encryption, quantum communication and AI research as AI constructs become more complex and the large datasets they produce of diagnostic output, Cuil modeling could easily map and model just the pure semantic noise seen in AI "brain waves"[/quote][/quote]
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My family tells of an ancient legend about two great Dragon brothers; the Dragon of the North Wind and the Dragon of the South Wind. Together, they upheld balance and harmony in the Heavens. But the two brothers argued over who could better rule their land. Their quarrel turned to rage and their violent struggle darkened the skies, until the Dragon of the South Wind struck down his brother, and fell to earth, shattering the land. The Dragon of the South Wind had triumphed, but as time passed and he realized his solitude. The sweetness of victory turned to ash. The Shimada castle of Hanamura is heavily secured by its guards as Hanzo appears. He trespasses into the castle, incapacitating the guards, and arriving into the castle's central shrine where Genji's sword, Ryūichi moji, is on display. He kneels down, preparing offerings before the sword display, in honor of his supposedly deceased brother. For years the bereft Dragon's grief threw the world into discord and he knew only bitterness and sorrow. One day a stranger called up to the Dragon and asked "Oh, Dragon Lord, why are you so distraught?" The dragon told him "Seeking power I killed my brother, but without him, I am lost." The stranger replied "You have inflicted wounds upon yourself, but now you must heal. Walk the earth on two feet as I do. Find value in humility, then you will find peace." Genji has been hiding above the ceiling. Hanzo, aware of Genji's presence, but not of his identity: You are not the first assassin sent to kill me and you will not be the last. Genji, jumping down and making his appearance: You are bold to come to Shimada castle, the den of your enemies. Hanzo: This was once my home. Did your masters not tell you who I was?! Hanzo quickly launches an arrow from his bow towards Genji, who misses it. Genji: I know who you are, Hanzo. I know you come here every year, on the same day. You risk so much to honor someone you murdered! Genji unsheathes his shurikens, launching three of them at Hanzo. Hanzo uses an arrow to block them. Hanzo: You know nothing of what happened! Hanzo launches another arrow at Genji, but he blocks it with his sword. The resulting deflect forces him through a screen, and he falls to lower floor. Genji runs around the room as Hanzo uses scatter arrows against him. Genji swiftly deflects them with his sword, jumping back to the higher floor. He holsters his sword before dashing onto the castle's terrace. Hanzo searches for him there, ready to attack. Genji, standing behind him: I know you tell yourself that your brother disobeyed the clan and that you have to kill him to maintain order. That it was your duty. Hanzo, throwing another attack as Genji blocks it with his sword: It was my duty and my burden. That does not mean I do not honor him! Hanzo launches one more arrow, that Genji uses his sword to slice in half. An enraged Hanzo swings his bow at Genji, turning the confrontation into a melee fight. Genji overpowers him, pinning him down at the edge of the terrace. Genji: You think you honor your brother, Genji, with incense offerings? Honor resides in one's actions. Hanzo: You dare to lecture me about honor? You are not worthy to say his name! Hanzo regains control, throwing Genji across the terrace before grabbing one of his grounded arrows. Hanzo: Ryū ga waga teki wo kurau! Genji: Ryūjin no ken wo kurae! Hanzo unleashes his Ultimate Ability, but Genji counters it with his own. At the same time, two blue dragons appear and (representing Hanzo) follow a green dragon (representing Genji), moving around him before they fly back towards a shocked Hanzo and disappearing. Hanzo, falling to his knees: Only a Shimada can control the Dragons. Who are you? Genji zooms aside Hanzo, holding his sword against his neck. Hanzo: Do it, then. Kill me. Genji, moving the katana away from his neck and standing up: No. I will not grant you the death you wish for. You still have a purpose in this life, brother. Hanzo, standing up as well in disbelief: No... how...? My brother is dead. Genji slowly takes off his mask, identifying himself. Hanzo: Genji! The Dragon knelt upon the ground. For the first time he was able to clearly see the world around him and he became human. The stranger revealed himself as his fallen brother. Reunited, the two set out to rebuild what they had once destroyed. Hanzo: What...have you become? Genji, putting his mask back on: I have accepted what I am and I have forgiven you. Now you must forgive yourself. The world is changing once again, Hanzo, and it's time to pick a side. Genji leaves Hanzo, jumping onto an adjacent rooftop. Hanzo quickly grabs his bow and arrow, aiming it at Genji in rage. Hanzo: Real life is not like the stories our father told us. You are a fool for believing it so! Genji: Perhaps I am a fool to think that there is still hope for you, but I do. Think on that, brother. Hanzo lowers his bow, watching as Genji vanishes in smoke. Going back into the castle, he sits in front of the sword display, holding an arrow in his hand. The camera pans upwards, revealing a painting of the two great Dragon brothers.
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