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• Sign in (42%)
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• Matchmaking (7%)
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City	Problem Type	Report Time
Strasbourg	Glitches	19 hours ago
Chaumont	Online Play	1 day ago
Amagney	Glitches	1 day ago
Annecy	Matchmaking	4 days ago
Paris	Matchmaking	4 days ago
Itapemirim	Sign in	5 days ago

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Battlefield 6 Issues Reports

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  Yharnam (@Yharnam_dev) reported 2 minutes ago

  Guys, Battlefield 6 uses a different PID than other games. I’ve never seen this before. etaHEN cheats also error out on my FW 5.00. Unfortunately, Kylin-Core is the only one that works with Battlefield 6.

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  NBA Champion Anthony 🇹🇹, (@theStoryofArose) reported 5 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Fix the matchmaking

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  C. Rogers (@Zarojasu) reported 9 minutes ago

  (This was less trouble to set up than Battlefield 6 btw.)

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  InterstellarGaming.Co (@InterstellarG0) reported 9 minutes ago

  @SgtDangerCow @danoboltup @Battlefield Dano suffers from skill issues. He should go play something less violent.

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  Austin (@austin420k) reported 10 minutes ago

  @timthetatman Ive never played but counter strike has constantly 1 million players online at any given time. I dont see people complain about movement dorks sbmm overpriced bundles packet burst. How is it really only a cod issue and battlefield issue.

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  Chase (@ShoddyLegion) reported 14 minutes ago

  @Battlefield FIX YOUR GAME

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  The Flow Insight (@theflowinsight) reported 15 minutes ago

  @jollygandt @AJEnglish The date matters less than the calculation behind it. Closing or severely restricting the Strait of Hormuz was always going to produce second-order effects far beyond any single battlefield, and the assumption that other states would simply absorb the cost the way Venezuela was forced to has proven fragile. Energy chokepoints create systemic pressure, not just bilateral leverage, and that pressure lands on allies as much as adversaries. The strategic error was treating a global artery as a local instrument.

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  Nicholas of Virginia (@OrthoWalk757) reported 15 minutes ago

  @AttonMathews @beinlibertarian I think your issue deals with a separate topic about whether or not she should have supported the men of her country on the battlefield. Perhaps, but we've also never been in a situation like hers. I'm not saying I disagree. But we should be ashamed of the conditions here.

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  🫥 (@freetheboyyy) reported 17 minutes ago

  For fourteen agonizing hours, I breathed through the tearing, blinding pain while a rotating cast of exhausted, nameless nurses adjusted my IV, checked my vitals, and offered hollow words of encouragement. When they finally laid her slick, warm body against my bare chest, the brutal marathon faded into a strange, echoing silence. I named her Hazel. For a span of perhaps ten fragile minutes, the universe stopped spinning. I lay pinned to the stiff, plastic-covered hospital mattress, studying the translucent flutter of her eyelids. The sterile scent of iodine, bleached cotton, and floor wax faded into the background. My mind, usually a chaotic, war-torn battlefield of anxieties and familial obligations, was blissfully, mercifully empty. I felt a fierce, primal surge of protection. I was a mother now. The world outside this room ceased to exist. Then, muscle memory betrayed me. I reached for my smartphone resting on the rolling aluminum tray. The screen was a graveyard of notifications. There were a dozen check-ins from my platoon mates, their messages full of emojis and exclamation points. There was a brief, professional congratulatory email from my commanding officer. There was a shaky, tear-filled video message from Caleb, filmed secretly in the dimly lit cab of a Humvee between drills, his voice cracking as he apologized for the hundredth time for not being there to hold my hand. And then, there was the text from my mother, Martha. “Penny is in trouble. Real trouble this time. She took out a loan from some very bad people to cover her rent and they are parked outside her house right now. They said if she doesn’t have $10,000 by midnight, they are coming inside. I’m terrified for the kids. You need to wire the money right now. Save your sister’s family, Sarah. I’ll explain the rest later.” That was the entirety of the communication. I stared at the glowing pixels until they blurred. There was no inquiry about my survival. No acknowledgment of the fourteen hours of excruciating labor. No mention of her new granddaughter, the continuation of our bloodline. Just a raw, terrifying extortion demand wrapped in the chaotic dysfunction of my older sister, Penny. Penny was a storm system of manufactured crises. She had a supernatural inability to manage her existence, viewing consequence as a concept that only applied to other people. Over the years, I had funded late rent notices, emergency transmission repairs, overdue medical deductibles, and bail money. Somehow, my hard-earned military salary had been quietly, permanently designated as the official slush fund for their survival. But lying there in a pool of my own sweat, stitched up, trembling, and bleeding, a profound physiological shift occurred within me. The fog of lifelong obligation burned off, leaving behind a cold, sharp clarity. I wasn’t their savior. I was a hostage funding my own captivity. A cold, jagged resolve crystallized in my chest. If Penny had actually borrowed money from dangerous people, it was the ****** of a thousand terrible decisions I had warned her about. I looked down at Hazel. She had been drawing breath for less than an hour, and I already knew one absolute truth: if I did not sever this parasitic umbilical cord right now, they would eventually sink their teeth into her, too. They would bleed my daughter dry just as they had bled me. I typed my response with a shaking, bloodless thumb: “I just gave birth. I don’t have $10,000, and even if I did, I wouldn’t send it. If she is in danger, call the police.” I turned the phone facedown, pressing it against the mattress. I closed my eyes, trying to force my heart rate back to a normal rhythm. But five minutes later, the device vibrated so violently it rattled against the plastic tray. I flipped it over. “The police can’t help us,” Martha’s text read. “You just signed your nieces’ death warrants. And if they go down, they are giving those men your home address on the base. Sleep tight, Sarah.”

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  Cody (@CodeeCB) reported 22 minutes ago

  @Outstalks Sounds like you should be playing Battlefield 6 then. Except they don’t have huge numbers either, despite not having the SBMM you seem to think is the entire problem.

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  PaulsCorner-VerseQuest (@TNTJohn1717) reported 22 minutes ago

  4. “Begin to Possess It, and Contend with Him in Battle” - Promise Does Not Excuse Passivity Then comes the command: “begin to possess it, and contend with him in battle.” Begin. Israel is entering a new stage. This is not yet Jericho. Jordan has not yet been crossed. Moses is still alive. But possession starts here. God often begins fulfillment before men recognize the larger shape of what He is doing. A small beginning may carry the DNA of a much larger purpose. Zechariah 4:10 later asks, “For who hath despised the day of small things?” The first territory east of Jordan is not the complete inheritance, but it is no trivial matter. Once Sihon falls, Israel’s enemies will hear about it. Once Israel possesses that land, momentum toward Jordan increases. God often opens a great chapter with a sentence that looks smaller than the chapter it starts. “Contend with him in battle” is equally important. The word is not “negotiate indefinitely,” “avoid confrontation,” or “circle Heshbon until Sihon dies naturally.” There is a divinely appointed conflict. Modern religion often speaks as though all contention were inherently unspiritual. The Bible does not. Jude tells believers to “earnestly contend for the faith which was once delivered unto the saints.” Paul says he fought a good fight. The Lord Jesus verbally confronted Pharisees, overturned tables, and called hypocrisy what it was. Again, Church Age contention is not Israelite military conquest, but there are truths that must be defended and errors that must be resisted. Peace is biblical; cowardice wearing a peace pin is not. At the same time, the command to contend comes after repeated commands not to contend with others. That balance must be preserved. Some men are so delighted with “earnestly contend” that they appear to have skipped every verse about meekness, patience, charity, gentleness, and refusing foolish questions. Others are so fond of peace that they would have politely asked Goliath whether he preferred a dialogue circle. Scripture produces neither professional brawlers nor professionally harmless men. It produces servants who know which battles matter. A man who fights everybody proves he lacks discernment; a man who fights nothing proves he lacks conviction. 5. “This Day Will I Begin to Put the Dread of Thee” - God Can Fight Before the Army Arrives Verse 25 says, “This day will I begin to put the dread of thee and the fear of thee upon the nations that are under the whole heaven, who shall hear report of thee, and shall tremble, and be in anguish because of thee.” Notice that Israel’s warfare is not limited to swords and shields. God is working in the psychology of surrounding nations before Israel reaches them. Reports will travel. Fear will spread. Hearts will tremble. The battlefield begins in places Israel cannot see. God can arrive ahead of His people and start the battle in the enemy’s imagination. Joshua 2 later confirms the reality of this fear when Rahab tells the spies, “I know that the LORD hath given you the land, and that your terror is fallen upon us,” adding that the inhabitants’ hearts melted when they heard what the Lord had done at the Red Sea and to Sihon and Og. Deuteronomy 2:25 is therefore not empty rhetoric. The report of these victories becomes part of the terror in Canaan. History starts preaching Israel’s God before Israel’s army arrives. That is the remarkable economy of providence: one victory can prepare the atmosphere for another. What God does today may already be preaching in a city you have not reached yet.

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  financialconspirator (@financialcnspr) reported 23 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Fix ur ******* game

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  Hide The Pain Lionel (@SpookyGhost8413) reported 25 minutes ago

  @BrojayLouw @Fenianmoder You don't need testosterone for that. The effects of testosterone would be a rounding error on a battlefield scale.

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  TDAWG (@tdawgsmitty) reported 31 minutes ago

  @SorryForMyTake i actually really like battlefield 6 this year. i have a few problems but i think its cuz im a cod guy. its not their core style

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  Untold War Stories (@UntoldWarFacts) reported 34 minutes ago

  🧵 2/4 A few weeks before the invasion, Roosevelt identified a problem that still needed an answer. Thousands of ships and landing craft were going to cross the Channel and put 156,000 men onto a defended coast. Landing craft would be sunk. Ships would burn. Men would go into the water in their hundreds. Who was going to get them out? He suggested the operation needed a dedicated rescue force. The job went to the Coast Guard, because pulling people out of the sea was the one thing they had been doing since long before the war. They were given sixty 83-foot cutters. Wooden hulls, gasoline engines, lightly armed and completely unarmoured. Boats built for patrolling a coastline rather than crossing a battlefield. Wooden boats powered by gasoline, going into a fight. The crews called themselves the Matchbox Fleet.

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  CognitiveDissonance (@CDinHD) reported 37 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm VOICE CHAT IS NOW BROKEN CHAT IS BROKEN

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  赢政天下 (@winzheng_lab) reported 37 minutes ago

  ARP attacks turned net cafe Machine #3 into a daily cyber battlefield for millions Billing hacks, restore software & HaoFang wars powered China’s first PCs. How did you survive the lag? #InternetCafe

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  🔺️🔻Charlie's Finest🔻🔺️ (@CharlieAdorer) reported 37 minutes ago

  @EricRichards22 1v1 is always going to feel more competitive (since it's more "personal") than a team game or a giant FFA, which compounds this issue. Nobody really feels bad about losing a TF2 or Battlefield match in a server with 30 other people, even if they died a whole lot.

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  Silky 🇺🇸 (@Silky1916) reported 40 minutes ago

  @rrumblejr3 @hrplays7 Battlefield might be in some trouble. War dogs looks like it’ll scratch the itch the old battlefield games left us with. Nowadays bf6 plays more like cod unfortunately

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  Phainon Of Aedes Elysiae (Nameless) (@OkhemaDeliverer) reported 42 minutes ago

  Phainon waits for Irontomb to make the first move, and after a few minutes of waiting, Irontomb summons and throws a bladed energy construct towards Phainon, who responds by blocking it with Dawnmaker. Within the time it took Phainon to block it, Irontomb charges at Phainon, preparing to grab his throat. Phainon manages to dodge it and swings a strike at Irontomb, who uses one of his wings to deflect the strike, leaving Phainon open and fires a point blank wave of destruction energy. “Huh!?” With no time to think he quickly puts up a golden barrier to take as much of the energy wave as it can. He gets flung into the sky and comes crashing to the ground where he bounces from the impact and then manages to push himself back onto his feet as Irontomb sends a large detached hand at him. Phainon responds by slicing it in two and then charges forward to meet Irontomb head on. Irontomb launches more bladed constructs at him, and Phainon dodges them by opening a gate and appearing above Irontomb, swinging downward to slice him in two. Irontomb quickly blocks it with one of his arms. ///You’re movement is still predictable and within my calculations Khaslana\\\ “That was the goal.” Phainon moves his left arm into the air and summons a second Dawnmaker, before piercing it into Irontomb’s face. >>>>Error ///Wha– Phainon then sends a burst of energy through the blade and an explosion rings out from it, sending Pahinon launching backwards as he lands on the ground and slides back a bit from the momentum. He then turns his focus to the cloud of smoke covering his opponent. “Did it work?” The smoke clears and Irontomb is still floating in the sky, now with a large missing chunk in his head. Seeing this, Phainon smiles quite a bit. Irontomb speaks again, more enraged than before. ///YOU!\\\ >>>AutoRepair:Activated As the damage repairs itself, he seems to calm down and start speaking. ///I will give you the props of catching me off guard\\\ ///It certainly was a unique tacti—- Phainon quickly moves, appearing in front of the Irontomb who just started monologuing, and slashes his face, damaging Irontomb’s shell even more as he slides back from the attack. “Shut up and fight. I didn’t come here to hear you monologue.” Enraged again, Irontomb sends multiple bladed constructs as he charges at Phainon, who reacts by deflecting the constructs with his blades and then charging Irontomb. Irontomb strikes downward at Phainon with a large hand, and Phainon quickly slices it in two with the Dawnmaker in his right hand, as he then uses his momentum and the Dawnmaker in his other hand, to make an attempt at Irontomb. Managing to strike through his chest. Suddenly red glitches surround Phainon, keeping him frozen in place. “Crap!” Irontomb grabs the blade in his chest and shatters it with one hand, Phainon now looking in horror as his weapon gets broken so easily. ///Is this really your main tactic to win? This fragile blade?\\\ He then punches Phainon right in the gut as Phainon coughs up some golden blood, still unable to move from where he is. ///Pathetic\\\ Irontomb then prepares a massive spear fueled with Destruction to end the fight there, Phainon looking up at it nervously as he attempts to gain any control of his body again. Irontomb then launches the spear at the struggling Phainon, and just before it hits Phainon manages to break free and get away barely. But a piece of his coat gets hit and torn off, which had one of his pockets. Two items fall out of it and start falling to the ground, Phainon’s cracked Express ticket, and a Tarot card saying “Deliverer” that he carried for so long. As Phainon lands back on the ground, he notices what fell out, and in a panic he runs straight toward the two items to get a hold of them again, as a bladed construct breaches out of the ground, Phainon jumps back to avoid getting hit, but as he looks back at the items, Irontomb has already gotten a hold of them. ///How interesting\\\ ///The card that holds so much pain, and the ticket showcasing your failure to move on, you’re failure as a Nameless\\\ “Give them back!” He opens a gate to try to take one back, but as his left arm goes through the gate, a construct appears and pierces his arm, causing Phainon to recoil in pain and grab his arm. He lets out a small squeal of pain from it as he grabs and removes the pain, and allowing the blood to flow from his arm so he could attempt again, but before he can do anything, Irontomb ignites one of his hands in a flame and the Tarot card immediately combusts into a burst of flame. Phainon freezes in his tracks, staring stunned as the card fully dissipates into the flame and its ash fades away in the wind. “No…” ///You hold too much emotional attachment to these items\\\ Phainon tries to charge in again, but then two constructs appear out of nowhere and penetrate Phainon’s shoulder, sending him to a nearby wall and keeping him pinned to the wall for a moment. Irontomb moves closer and then raises the ticket in front of his face for a moment before backing off slightly and speaking. ///You’ve failed yourself and your companions\\\ ///You keep promising you are trying to move one\\\ ///Keep insisting you are trying your best to improve\\\ ///But this ticket proves otherwise\\\ He then holds the cracked ticket out again to have Phainon look at it, Phainon tries to turn his head away, but a detached arm grabs his chin and forces him to look at the ticket. ///Don’t look away now\\\ ///We’re just getting to the best part\\\ He then drops the ticket onto the ground and Phainon seems confused for a moment, and then realizes as he struggles to free himself. “DON’T DO IT!!!” ///Oh. But you won’t be needing this anymore\\\ ///Afterall, why should a failed Nameless keep his ticket\\\ He then stomps downward with his foot, shattering the ticket completely, and Phainon watches, fully heartbroken, seeing another item he holds dear, destroyed entirely in front of his eyes. The hand removes itself from his chin, and his head falls, now staring towards the ground. ///Surely you didn’t hold those two items to such a degree that you lost your will to fight\\\ ///But then again, you have used such childish items to keep your spirits high\\\ //First it was that silly card that you didn’t wish to depart with, and now that ticket you never deserved\\\ ///You have always been out of place and always will be\\\ ///You may say you have found family and friends, but you will never be truly accepted with how much you hide your inner fears out of the “safety” of them\\\ Irontomb starts moving towards Phainon, and then grabs Phainon’s chin, raising it to look at him. ///But like in those cycles, it will always end with you watching them die in front of you\\\ ///Or killing them yourself\\\ ///You will always end up alone, no matter how hard you try\\\ ///You will always fail them\\\ He then lets go of Phainon as Phainon’s head falls and looks to the ground again. Despite seemingly winning, Irontomb seems annoyed at how the fight ended so soon. ///This was a pathetic last stand from you Khaslana\\\ He then raises an arm to summon a large bladed construct, tipped with a red glowing bit of destructive energy. But right before he sends it towards Phainon, Phainon starts speaking again. “You’re right.” ///Huh?” The confusion that came from this stopped Irontomb’s attack, as he stood there confused. “You’re right…I have messed up a lot. I have kept this burden to myself for so long, afraid of hurting others by trying to confide in them…” He starts raising his head to look at Irontomb. His eyes seem to be slowly turning gold, and the area around starts heating up. ///Finally, but it’s too late\\\ “You think that, And that’s your issue. You always think you are superior to everyone at every moment. An AI who can’t possibly make mistakes, when you have already made many and lost multiple times because of them. But I have a luxury you are too stubborn to accept, the luxury of understanding when I am wrong.” Suddenly a glow starts emanating from where the ticket was shattered. “I am able to grow with my companions, my family, and my friends, until eventually your strength is nowhere near us anymore. I know that I have such a long way to go, but I am not alone, I will never be alone.” Irontomb throws the bladed construct at Phainon, who grabs the constructs holding in his place, and pries them out of his shoulders, and then immediately launches into the air to dodging the strike, and charging at Irontomb, managing to Impale the robotic figure with his own constructs, before Phainon kicks him away and then falls to the ground. Landing back on the ground next to where the ticket was, as golden blood leaks from the open wounds. He turns to look back at Irontomb, as heat builds further and his hair starts shifting gold. “Even if I outlive my friends, I will continue to strive to improve myself, and live my life to the fullest as they wanted me to.” The shattered ticket seems to reform and start floating up towards Phainon, as he seems a bit surprised before he smiles softly before taking it back in his hand, and places his hand to his chest. “This fight is not over yet Irontomb. This battle between Destruction and Trailblaze has yet to conclude. And I am taking over the mantle for my allies.” He sends the ticket away into his pocket, and then grabs into his chest again and releases a large burst of energy, flattening the arena entirely from the burst. As Khaslana appears from the burst of energy, ready to fight. ///Finally you reveal yo— Khaslana immediately moves and punches straight into Irontomb’s chest, and sends him flying into the sky. ///Why you!\\\ Irontomb responds by sending beams of energy after Khaslana, who dodges them then flies around avoiding as many of the beams as possible as he can, before having to deflect a few back to the ground. He then summons Dawnmaker, it now glowing a golden hue, and then resummons the broken blade and then has the pieces float back to the blade, turning its appearance into the Flame Reaver’s shattered Dawnmaker, and then flies towards Irontomb with the two blades. Irontomb reacts by summoning two massive arms to block the strike, but Khaslana effortlessly cuts through one of them and then pierces the golden blade straight through Irontomb’s chest. >>>Error Irontomb glitches away from the blade and then throws some more blade constructs at Khaslana to hopefully slow him down, he flies around the blades and after getting above Irontomb, he enlarges the golden blade and swings it at Irontomb, destroying parts of the arena with its slash, Irontomb goes to dodge the blade, but as he is focused on that, Khaslana comes above and jams the blade through Irontomb and slams him to the ground, pinning him with the shattered Dawnmaker, before flying up to the sky as his halo detaches and floats upward. “With this newborn sun…” Irontomb realizes what he is trying to do, and scrambles to free himself from the blade unsuccessfully. “Tear open the sky!!!” The halo increases in size and disperses the clouds as many meteors rain down onto the battle field and land directly onto Irontomb, creating a massive crater, and smoke covering the entire area. As the smoke cleared, Khaslana noticed a very damaged Irontomb start to stand back up after the shattered blade fell apart from the meteor, and he suddenly spawned hundreds of bladed constructs around Khaslana, preventing any escape, and then has them close in on Khaslana. ///No way to avoid this!!\\\ As the blades get closer, Khaslana looks around, and sees he is completely surrounded. However, just before the blades touch any part of Khaslana, they suddenly freeze in place. Irontomb looks up at it confused. ///Why did they freeze\\\ The blades start backing up and then moving away from Khaslana and pointing at Irontomb. “Your code is a part of my mind. You made that point very clear to me.” Khaslana’s pupils seem to be glowing a dull red glow. “Which means like how you can use my abilities, I can use yours.” Khaslana then sends the hundreds of constructs directly back at Irontomb, who tries to summon large detached hands to block it again, when the hands suddenly turn back on Irontomb and pin him to the ground as the constructs strike him. “Guess you didn’t hear me. Your abilities are also mine.” As the constructs break into Irontomb’s shell, and damage him completely, Khaslana raises a hand to the sky, summoning a large spear that was once used to end Amphoreus, not pointed directly at Irontomb. “What was it that I said last time you lost here? ‘To end the Destruction with Destruction?’ That seems accurate.” The spear suddenly tips with a golden glow, instead of a bright red hue that it normally has. “Our war is far from over and I know that. But this battle is one I come out on top.” He points his hand down at the pinned Irontomb as the spear descends from the sky and strikes straight through him, completely obliterating his false body, as the spear travels briefly into the ground before disappearing, leaving a large hole in the obliterated battlefield. Khaslana looks down at the battlefield, smiling slightly at his victory, before he turns away and flies back to the Express. As he enters the Express, he ignores the injuries he has as he sits down on one of the Parlor car couches, he then pulls his fully restored ticket out of his pocket, and looks at it. “No more living in this paranoia or fear alone. I have allies I can trust to help me for next time I need to face him. I am not just a lone swordsman, a deliverer just trying to defy fate with no help, or a Chrysos Heir going up against the gods.” He clips the ticket onto his choker. “But a Nameless.”

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  Jexxits (@JexxitS) reported 45 minutes ago

  @mikefichera @BattlefieldComm It for broken with Season 3, then it got fixed, but now the problems is back again. That's standard with BF6. Something gets broken, then fixed , but then brake again lol.

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  PaulsCorner-VerseQuest (@TNTJohn1717) reported 51 minutes ago

  The mature conclusion is therefore not ignorance. It is ordered knowledge. Learn history, but put Scripture above the historian. Learn grammar, but put Scripture above the grammarian. Learn Greek and Hebrew if God gives you the opportunity, but do not turn those languages into little golden calves and dance around them while correcting the Bible that taught you salvation. Read commentaries, dictionaries, church history, manuscript studies, and translation discussions, but keep the hierarchy straight. “The words of the LORD are pure words” (Psalm 12:6). That statement was true before the first modern seminary existed and will still be true after the last one closes. Conclusion The strongest conviction I came away with after considering these arguments is simple: this is not a Bible preference. A preference is vanilla or chocolate. A preference is sitting near the front or the back. A preference is whether the church sings the first, second, and fourth verses of a hymn or makes everybody suffer through the third one too. The authority of Scripture is not in that category. If God gave words, then words matter. If God preserved words, then preservation matters. If Christ said man lives “by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God” (Matthew 4:4), then every word matters. If Revelation warns against adding to and taking away from “the words of the book” (Revelation 22:18-19), then God plainly does not share modern Christianity’s casual attitude toward textual alteration. I also came away with a renewed warning for young believers. Do not be impressed into unbelief. A Greek word on a screen is not automatically truth. A doctorate after a name is not inspiration. A lexicon is not revelation. A textual apparatus is not the Holy Ghost. Learn from good men, but remember that good men can be wrong. Respect scholarship, but never worship it. The moment somebody teaches you that you cannot know what God said until he explains why your Bible does not really say it, your spiritual alarm ought to begin making noise. Perhaps he is correct about some technical detail. Examine it. But never surrender the principle that the Book judges men. Men do not judge the Book. And finally, I did not come away from this research thinking Gail Riplinger had given me another book to believe. I came away appreciating that she had forced me to look harder at the Book I already believed. The more I look at the issue, the more obvious the battlefield becomes. Satan has been questioning God’s words since Eden. I would have to be remarkably naive to suppose he retired from the business because Gutenberg invented movable type. The battlefield moved from a tree to a manuscript room, from a serpent’s mouth to a scholar’s footnote, but the question remains suspiciously familiar: “Yea, hath God said?” My answer is equally old. Yes, He hath. He said it. He preserved it. He meant it. And I intend to believe the Book before I believe the men correcting it.

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  Frank Lloyd Left (@Archrise) reported 51 minutes ago

  The only problem with @WARDOGS is they gave us the taste, then are leaving us high and dry for two and a half weeks until early access. What am I supposed to do now? Play Battlefield?

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  𝕾𝖎𝖗 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 (@eagleseyeinc) reported 51 minutes ago

  @Omojotrades i never said protect the old guard. i’m saying understand the battlefield before you start a war. you can challenge a broken system without making everyone who built it feel like the enemy.

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  Rainbow Six (@JapanFruitPuree) reported 53 minutes ago

  @usa_specialist Here is your weekly (paid?) "Battlefield is cooked" post. The game will have a healthy population until the next game is released. Then the next game will be released and the so called "content creators" will declare Battlefield is back! Then they will experience some lag and say that Battlefield is doomed because of things like "netcode" issues and how they just wish we were playing an updated Battlefield 6. Rinse and repeat. It is tradition at this point. Battlefield 6 is just fine.

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  Julian Goldie SEO (@JulianGoldieSEO) reported 54 minutes ago

  SEO ISN’T DEAD. AI JUST GAVE YOU A SECOND SEARCH ENGINE TO RANK ON. And I built a 7-agent system to attack both Google AND AI search from one dashboard. The stack: → Paperclip turns separate AI agents into an actual SEO team with roles, goals, tasks, reporting lines, and an org chart. → Hermes handles scheduled outreach and link building instead of leaving you stuck inside an inbox. → Obsidian acts as the shared memory layer so every agent knows what the others already researched, wrote, and published. The Goldie Ranking Swarm: ✓ 1 agent finds keywords people are already searching ✓ 1 writes the content ✓ 1 optimizes it ✓ 1 publishes it ✓ 1 builds links ✓ 1 works on citations inside ChatGPT and other AI answers ✓ 1 tracks what actually ranks And this wasn’t built around theory. One site climbed from roughly 1 click/day to a peak of 200+ clicks/day. The biggest lesson? Generic AI content is the problem. AI content with original information, proper optimization, useful examples, and a coordinated workflow can compete. Start with ONE keyword scout. Then add the writer. Then build the swarm. Google + AI search is the new SEO battlefield.

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  RG | Rehsto (@Rehsto) reported 55 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Keep this same mentality and energy when players are calling for nerfs due to skill issues, bring back that movement from beta

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  xplynx (read: ksplinks) (@xplynx) reported 56 minutes ago

  Relevant related info: A pair of surplus UH-60A Black Hawk battlefield utility helicopters, which were formerly operated by the US Army, were delivered to Rinas Air Base, near Tirana in Albania, on January 13 of 2024. The two utility helicopters, believed to be 82-23666 and 82-23690 but now registered in Albania as FA-666 and FA-690, respectively, were delivered to Rinas by a USAF-operated C-17A Globemaster III (03-3122) assigned to the 315th/437th Airlift Wing at Joint Base Charleston in California. The Black Hawks will be used by the Albanian Air Force for utility, tactical transport, fast-roping and aerial firefighting missions. They are expected to be operated by the Regjimenti Helikopterëve (Helicopter Regiment) at Tirana Heliport and will augment the three AS532AL Cougar and two EC145 helicopters already in service.

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  andy (@_observer_123) reported 57 minutes ago

  @lindsay_ho5318 He looks like he's just come off the battlefield of ****. We have our own problems to deal with instead of importing a million more problems... And some, I cannot believe we have come to this point.

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  Xero Minded (@XeroMindedSY) reported 59 minutes ago

  @Battlefield @CallofDuty both your games suck. You guys are ******. Fix the damn net code turn off the SBMM/EOMM. I hope both your games die. Ruining the ******* industry