cu@ only 1 hr ride i got lucky

Never heard it before, probably a custom made one. Like Tob said, ask him

Life is meaningless without the presence of a medic

Save yourself

Looks like broeselhud old to me. Hypnotize updated it earlier when somebody had requested it. https://github.com/Hypnootize/Broesel-Old

I know the feeling. Acne sucks. Not only is it unattractive, but it can be very uncomfortable.

Additionally, I had to deal with razor bumps whenever I shaved. I took all the necessary precautions to avoid razor bumps, but fucking hell they just wouldn’t go away. Maybe it’s genetic?

Long story short, I grew out my facial hair in order to hide the acne and avoid razor bumps. Eventually, the amount of acne subsided. It only took time. Hang in there.

:3

Why not?

Thanks. I wasn’t sure if they also added a command for that, like the damage numbers.

I’m aware they’ve changed the way damage numbers are colorized, but how do you change the color of positive numbers? Ex: healing with the crossbow

I think he found it :)

Broccoli is great, I don’t understand why people say it tastes terrible.

The anticipation of something greater

https://youtu.be/yCZb6nby1NA?t=18s

First off, I would like to say I am not a believer in the supernatural/spirits, but this one experience I had certainly made my mind spin.

It was the summer of 2014, and I had been invited to a reunion party with some of my classmates and friends. I decided to look the place up, and I thought it looked absolutely beautiful. I consider myself a lover of historic places.
According to property records, the home itself was constructed in 1683 in eastern Pennsylvania. It was just under 2,000 sqft. and had around five acres of property. There was one giant tree in the front yard, rumored to be planted by William Penn.

https://m.imgur.com/a/HIznqSU

So, the reunion ensued. It had been a few hours now, and it was about 1 AM. I decided to go use the restroom, so I left to go into the house. The bathroom door was tricky as fuck to open and close, since it had a metal latch. The door looked as if it was multiple pieces of wood held together by a metal strip.

Once I left the bathroom, I heard floorboards creaking upstairs, so I decided to check it out. I saw one of my friends, Ryan, go into the house earlier, so I thought it may have been him. Turns out, nobody was up there. I just threw it aside, blaming it on the house being old.

To my interest, it felt like it dropped a few degrees as I went upstairs. I got spooked, so I decided to go back down to my friends. I felt a cold disturbance brush up against my back as I was going down. At that point I was terrified, so I tripped and fell. My right hand hurt like hell, but it was almost pitch black in there, excluding the outside lights.

I ran back outside and told my friends what happened, and they thought I was full of shit and started making jokes about it. I blanked out for a second, feeling a sudden rise of anxiousness. I may have been having an anxiety attack at that point, even with the comfort of my friends. I looked back, and from behind the edge of the windowsill, I saw a very white face with a scar on the right cheek and frightening eyes. The urgency would not let go of me, the grip on me was so tight to the point where I had trouble breathing. At that point, I got up and left in a hurry.

A few days later, I got a call from the son of the owner of the house, Neil. He told me that he had also been experiencing things around the house, catching orbs on camera and hearing voices. One time, he was upstairs and heard a voice saying "Let me out". He had two friends over, so he went back downstairs and told them to stop making jokes. They kept implying they said nothing at all.

To this day, I still have no idea what exactly happened. Anxiety and fear can influence anything, which is why supernatural phenomena is so difficult to explain.