#deadout

[beeingapis]

"Pate One's Dues"

[swingingcrab]

one time i read something relating to my birthchart /and how i need to feel like im truly accepted in every aspect and like?? at first i thought i mean iTS NOT THAT IMPORTANT but yeah nvm they were right dfvhbjf

[maximuswolf]

How and why does EA continue their direction despite backlash against almost all of their games?

How and why does EA continue their direction despite backlash against almost all of their games? With Respawn changing the monetization of their Apex season passes from full season bought with in-game currency to half-season bought with real currency, EA continues to show a complete unwillingness to learn from their mistakes. It completely baffles me that they can somehow pull just the L out of every legendary IP they've ever put their hands on, and keep doing it.Battlefield: 2042 was a dumpster fire and the steam reviews have never recoveredBattlefront: 2 (2017) received massive backlash and partially recovered, remaster of 2005 was a dumpster fireCommand and Conquer: dead other than remastersCrysis: deadDead Space: dead other than a remasterDirt: one of their only winning IPsDragon Age: finally gets a new game but to mixed receptionF1: another one of their only winnersFifa: only had success with 21 and 22 on Steam, rest have fared poorly with Metacritic usersMadden: copy paste garbage consistently below positive on SteamMass Effect: latest sequel had mixed reception, but remaster was well receivedMedal of Honor: deadNHL: copy paste garbage doing very poorly with users on MetacriticSimCity: deadSims: somehow doing fine despite over $1000 of DLC for Sims 4Skate: getting a long-awaited revivalSSX: deadSpore: deadTitanfall: deadUFC: doing very poorly in user ratingsUltima: deadOut of their 65 games released on Steam in the last 6 years (not counting DLC):23 are below positive on Steam (35%). At least 17 of the remaining 42 are remasters or older games that were just recently brought over to Steam (24.6% of 65 games). Another 5-6 are cute little gems made by small studios that decided to use EA as their publisher for whatever reason (Unravel Two, It Takes Two, etc.)(~9% of 65). This leaves EA with just around 20 games on Steam that were released in the last 6 years that have been positively rated by players and are one of their existing IPsOn Metacritic, based on user score, in the last 6 years, EA games make up 17 of the bottom 100 games.Even Metacritic's own publisher ranking ranks EA at #16, with only 68% of their games being "good" by Metacritic standards and only one being "great". The previous year was much the same with only 57% of their games being "good" and zero "great".Many of these games are doing poorly in ratings for the exact same reasons too. Cut features, poor game performance/quality assurance, excessive monetization, lack of innovation, lootboxes; and yet EA still continues to try over and over and over and over to milk every last penny out of their dwindling playerbase.As almost a counterpoint to all of the negative outcry from consumers, their stock is just about the same price as it was 5 years ago. Despite their massive losses in the last half of 2018, EA stock is back up to its pre-pandemic peak.I realize this post-up is pretty negatively charged, but I'm actually really curious about why and how the floor hasn't fallen out from under EA. What is it that investors see in the company?Common sense would say EA wouldn't keep using these monetization tactics if they didn't work, but are they really working? Why? Are the overwhelming amount of negative reviews across their games just written a very loud minority? Do the majority of EA's players not care or not know about their reviews? Are they being carried by just one or two IPs?edit: i always screw up formatting lists Submitted July 08, 2024 at 03:36PM by theselv https://ift.tt/AfXKieF via /r/gaming

[generalstrikefarm]

This year's bees are so much more active than last year's that they ran out of space much sooner than I had expected. Fortunately the swarm was just in the older pie cherry tree a few yards away, so we were able to just recapture and relocate them to the old Langstroth hive. We were very lucky that they weren't high enough up to be out of reach with the orchard ladder. I just sprayed them with sugar water and shook the branch with a stick until most of them were in a box I was holding under the swarm. When more of them headed toward the box than the branch I knew I had caught the queen.

I don't want to get my hopes up, but it looks like we inadvertently caused the hive to split, which is how new hives are created so that's cool. This really makes me feel a little better about our deadout last winter. That package was obviously much weaker than this one.

[poppetk]

This unnaturally cold and wet spring/ early summer has been a struggle for this beekeeper. My optimism and confidence is being tested! My first swarm catch succumbed last week. I really liked those little bees! 🐝❤️😣 #delaware #deadout #backyardbeekeeping #jubilegardens (at Jubile Gardens) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce_tV0apjsQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[roofhoney]

GONE TO THAT GREAT HIVE IN THE SKY

I’ve been putting of this post off for some time. But I can’t delay any longer. Here’s the news, and it’s not good:

We’ve had a complete dead-out. Every single hive. Peeking inside, it looks like an icy version of Pompeii. Few bees, but those are there, are frozen in midlife. Poor Swarm Hive was trying to raise new queens.

What happened? The honest answer is we’re not sure. Perhaps we were too late in treating for varroa. Perhaps, it was the bitter winter  —  the coldest in Philadelphia for several years. Or a combination of things. So we’ve gone from being “bee havers” (almost bee keepers) to “bee haders.” Such is life, or in this case death. Cue the requiem music.

But we will begin again in the spring.

[londongirl69]

BITCH TF Could’ve went to bed at like 10 but instead stayed up until 5am until I felt the presence of sad sad lonely thoughts lmaoooo DEAD OUT

[luckybreakacres]

On the blog tonight we try to figure out what happened to all of our bees. Link in profile. #luckybreakacres #beekeeping #deadout

[sixtypbeatz]

Just mind the status of my second HDD. That was the hard drive where I had all the music and musical projects of all times. Now the plot. I had this PC running constantly for 3.5 month till I had plan B decision to buy a laptop. Now,the hard drive itself was not able to allocate any data,simply the surface was so damaged it won't even show as a device in bios. So I had to fuckin slap the hard drive (yes I said it) fuckin slap dat drive when it tried to boot to jump over those damaged cluster in order to make it work. IT specialists and all producers will now say I'm crazy bad ass IT semi god,thank you very much,that's exactly who I'm. Roll safe yeh,and flipping always make a backup of your data,don't be so much marvel hero with it like me. It was 50% of skill and 50% of luck. Damn it never again. #IT #veteran #donttrythisathome #statusbad #damagedclusters #mechanicaldamage #twentyfouryearsofknowledge #everyoperatingsystemfrommicrosoft #plot #musicproducer #uniquedata #repairal #gullyrepair #hardmode #harddrive #deadout #sixtypcheats #sixtypbeatz #sixtypbeatshisharddrive #restored #rollsafe

[thorstbench]

I can’t believe this white cis guy just used the disappointment card to make me question all my life choices on the patriarch and the gender gap.

“Ems I thought you were smarter. Now feel guilty, because you have disappointed me, and go apologise for unfriending me and not recognising my mainsplaining as the only true one truth.”

[onemillionhoneybees]

Hive losses :( , some parallels with covid and what we are going to do differently!

I remember speaking to a beekeeper last year and telling him how all four of our colonies survived the winter into the spring. If I could break down his reaction it was 75% joyful and 25% amazement almost to the point of puzzlement. He asked me what we were doing and I explained our new hives were probably a big part of their winter survival. Getting a reaction like this from a seasoned beekeeper gave me more confidence that we were on to something with our approach to beekeeping and our co-op. Note that around 2 out of every 5 hives in Ontario do not survive the winter. This staggering number is something, with the help of our Sponsors, we are trying to reverse. We want to eventually keep losses to half of the norm or around 20% (we would love to get it to 0 but we have to be realistic!). 

Fast forward into the summer of last year our 4 hives turned into 7, 2 from new nucs, one from a split and then into 6 hives after merging a hive that swarmed with a weaker one. This was our first split and merge, both went flawlessly. The confidence meter was way past the “high” level and well into the over-confidence zone. This was a new lesson for us, never get complacent.

As the end of the summer approached, 2 of the 6 were overflowing with honeybees. The mite counts were a little high but with so many bees we thought that is normal. The varroa mite, which is pretty much pervasive in all colonies throughout the world (Australia and Hawaii are the only 2 locations thought to be mite free) is probably the biggest reason for colony collapse and hive losses. These tiny mites attach themselves to honeybees and feed off of them. As they do this, then fall off the bee, they transmit viruses throughout the colony and weaken the bees to a point where they are not strong enough to survive the harshest part of the year - the winter.

During 2020 we all learned a lot as humans about viruses and virus transmission and that the bigger the gathering the more the virus can spread. Now we as humans thought covid-19 was bad, to date, 22 viruses have been found to infect honeybee colonies worldwide - with no cure or vaccine. So it made sense that when we discovered we lost 2 hives so far, those two hives were actually the STRONGEST, most POPULUS going into winter. Just like the larger and longer the indoor gathering, the more opportunity for covid to spread, the same is true in the hive with these viruses honeybees must deal with.

Finding your first ‘deadout’ is not fun, but it is something that happens all the time in the world of beekeeping, especially in cold climates. The continued high frequency of colony loss is something that shocks many people. We even heard a story about a beekeeper who had been a beekeeper for many many years and then one year lost all 30 of his colonies. Honeybees have a lot on their plate to deal with, not just all the viruses but loss of habitat, pesticides, pollution, pests like the varroa mite and tracheal mite, etc. 

As of now we have another 2 hives that are weak and 2 that are strong. We think all 4 will make it but there is still some cold weather sticking around. So what are we going to do differently this year?

1. LOSE THE OVERCONFIDENCE We kind of let our guard down a bit last year. That will not happen again. This was a good lesson for us to learn early in this initiative. 

2. TREAT EARLIER Treatments for varroa will start BEFORE the threshold of mites is excessive. We use only natural, proven treatments where there is little or no chance for resistance to be built up. Rather than treating in late August we will attack them in early August even if counts are low.

3. NEW TREATMENTS One of the purchases we will be making this year is a thermo-treatment device. This fairly new technique heats the hive for a couple hours to a point that will kill mites but is safe for honeybees (the only good mite is a dead mite - yeah!!).

4. STUDY THE RESULTS We are going to use a combination of treatment patterns and combinations on 4 cohorts of 2 hives each and document the results so we can try and discover the best methods for next year.

5. BROOD COMB REPLACEMENT Brood comb is recommended to be replaced every 3 years at a minimum due to the buildup of harmful elements such as pesticides. We are going to ensure a maximum of 2 years for brood comb is present in the hive.

6. USE OF WAX FOUNDATION We have found the bees seem to accept wax foundation faster than alternatives such as food grade plastic frames so we will be phasing out use of those even though they are used by many beekeepers and are more resistant to the wax moth (another ‘bug’ the bees have to deal with!)

7. BETTER MONITORING While our beekeeping app is still in development, this app eventually will help us monitor our hives more efficiently and hopefully flag us with anything that might point to a problem. We hope to offer it for free to other beekeepers when it is done and fully tested.

8. CONTINUE TO RESEARCH NEW TECHNIQUES We are going to be on the lookout for new techniques to help our flighing friends to be as healthy and strong as possible!

For our Sponsors reading this, thank you for your continued support. This journey we are taking together is full of surprises, celebrations and challenges!

[am12whisper]

What are you going to do with your life?” In one way or another it seemed that people had been asking me this forever; teachers, parents, friends ...roiling in my head at at three in the morning, but the question has never seemed this pressing and still I'm was no nearer an answer… “Live each day as if it’s your last’, that was the conventional advice, but really, who has the energy for that? What if it rained or you felt a bit deadout like today? It just isn’t practical. Better by far to be good and courageous and bold and to make difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved.... if ever you get the chance...

[kakaphoe]

Hello! I hope this is the right place to ask this. Have you ever considered doing an LP of DeadOut? Or the gsme Gingiva?

I have but I’m not in a position to be able to record in my new flat. My neighbours row all the time and my mic picks up everything (don’t have soundproofing and can’t afford it).

[xxx-cat-xxx]

okay, i've got it. i'm asking you for a fic bc i LOVE your writing and, well, you did offer hjsgdf. i want a fic where tony Dad Carries peter. (re my last post on the topic lmao) i want peter to get hurt, and i want, nay, n e e d tony to pick him up and Dad Carry him IN FULL IRON MAN SUIT through the m c f r e a k i n g sky back to the compound while peter whimpers half consciously and tony worriedly reassures him through the ride. idc how he gets hurt or what else happens i just NEED this gkshj

I had a blast writing this prompt! Consider it a (very) late birthday or an early Christmas gift. I picture it taking place at some point of time after Endgame,in a world where things are fixed and broken all the same. Injury, emeto, angstahead.

Away from the Sun

The bomb looks like it’s been built by a 14-year-old as part of their science project, and Tony is halfway through a joke about it when the thinggoes off, hitting his shoulder in a series of explosions and knocking him deadout of the air.

While falling, he hopes against all odds that the web Peter had beendangling from is still intact. But of course he’s wrong, and the first thing hefeels after hitting the ground is the boy’s hard impact next to him. The secondthing is a raging fire in his shoulder that makes his vision go black.

He can’t have been out for too long, though, because pebbles and dust - it’sdust, only dust - are still falling from the sky when he forces his eyes toopen and his arms to push him upright, because the kid got injured.

Tony makes it to his knees and bends over Peter, feeling his heart thudagainst his ribcage at an ever-rising speed. There’s blood flowing from a gashon the kid’s temple, and he looks still, awfully still.

“Hey, buddy.” He touches the boy’s arm carefully, knowing better than to shakesomeone with a probable head injury. Nothing.

“Pete, if you’re trying to pull a show, that’s not the moment,” Tonyhalf-jokes, but he can clearly hear the panic in his own voice.

The boy finally stirs, and the relief flooding through Tony makes him momentarilydizzy. Or maybe it’s just the injuries catching up with him.

“Ow,” Peter moans, blinking hard against the streetlights brightening theearly New York winter evening. He shifts as if to make to sit, but Tony pusheshim back down. He uses the kid’s mask to temporarily stall the blood flow onthe side of his head.

“Your name, kid. And tell me where we are,” he demands.

“P-Peter Parker?” It sounds a little like a question, but Tony decides tolet it pass.

“On a – a mission…I guess.” Peter adds, then swallows, his face now turningashen below the crimson lines.

“Okay. Tell me what’s hurting.” Tony is sure that there was more to theconcussion protocol, but confirming that the boy is not dying from anyinner injuries seems more important at the moment.

“My - my head. And I feel –” the rest of the sentence ends in a wet gurgle.Tony turns Peter to the side when a gush of vomit pours out of his mouth,spilling over his suit and onto the pavement. The kid’s shoulders hitch and hebrings up another wave, screwing his eyes shut against the pain in his head.

“Easy, kid, easy,” Tony soothes, now using the blood-stained mask to wipethe boy’s mouth. He absent-mindedly makes a mental note to ensure that the nextversion will be liquid-repellent.

“I..don’t feel well.” Peter states hoarsely when he is done retching andlets himself slump against the Iron Man armour.

“Yeah, I got that much. You’re pretty concussed.” Tony replies.

“Oh. Ok.” Peter mumbles, already shutting his eyes again.

“Hey, no sleeping yet,” Tony orders.

He’s had enough concussions in his life to know that this one is notlife-threatening, but it’s far from benign, either. A quick glance around thebus-station-turned-battlefield confirms his suspicion - there’s no way anambulance will get through to them any time soon, and even a helicopter landingwould be difficult at this point.

Flying it is, then. Tony gets up with a groan, pulling Peter with him into asitting position. But as soon as he locks both of his arms under the boy’sshoulders, the agony ripping through his own momentarily takes his breath away.The joint is out for sure, and the skin above it probably burnt if the stingingpain is anything to go by. There is no way he’ll be able to manage Peter’sweight dangling from his arms like this.

“Kid, I need your help,” he says, making a split-second decision to benddown and scoop Peter up in some sort of a one-armed embrace. “You gotta workwith me here.”

“Hmm,” Peter mumbles, opening his eyes slowly, apparently havingdifficulties in focusing on the older man’s face. But he locks his legs aroundTony’s middle obediently, then wraps his arms around his neck, his head comingto rest on Tony’s good shoulder.

Taking off while minimizing his movement is a challenge if Tony’s ever facedone, but Peter is light like a feather, and they make it into the air withoutany further problems. The boy lets out a noise suspiciously close to a whimperwhen they shift from the vertical to the horizontal, and Tony curses himself,not for the first time this night, for ever calling him to the mission in thefirst place.

“Straight to the tower, Fri,” he murmurs into the helmet once they havereached skyscraper-level. “And give Pepper a heads-up that we’re about to bargein.”

“Kid, you still with me?” he asks aloud, to keep Peter engaged, and maybe alittle bit to keep the darkness inside his head and the other, more menacingdarkness above them out of his thoughts. Flying at night has become quite of achallenge recently.

“‘s stars are beautiful,” Peter slurs in reply, clearly not sharing Tony’saversion.

“Yeah, everyone says that.”

He forces himself to look at the ground, where New York is rushing by atbreath-taking speed. It’s filled with lights, with lives, with loud andannoying people. Not with blackness and desperation and the futile longing forrescue.

“But once you’re out there,” he adds, because talking helps, talking meansthat he’s still here, and it’s not like Peter’s going to remember any of thisanyways, “It’s not beautiful at all. It’s fucking empty and it scares the hellout of you.”

He holds Peter a little closer, a little tighter, so that he can nearlydeceive himself into feeling his warmth through the armour. Alive.

“Misser Stark, you okay?” Peter asks, sounding a little more lucid now.“Cause your heart beat’s through the roof, and I can sorta hear youhyperventilating.”

“My shoulder’s out. I’m in a little bit of pain here, buddy.” It’s ahalf-truth, at least.

“‘s it bad?”

Peter tenses in his grip, trying to sit up and get a good look at hismentor, and jostles Tony’s arm in the process. He hisses in pain and drops afew feet before he can catch himself.

“Don’t worry, boy, I’ll be fine. Not gonna let you fall.”

“Hmm.” Peter nods and then gags in response. A slim stream of vomitsplatters onto Tony’s armour.

“Ugh. Sorry,” he says weakly. “Just…so nauseous.”

“It’s okay, kid. I’ll send you the dry-cleaning bill.”

But the joke is lost, since Peter has buried his face in Tony’s neck againat the sight of the approaching tower, shielding his eyes from the growingshape as if he was a child on a rollercoaster ride. Or maybe he’s just passedout again.

Tony makes a tumbling and embarrassingly unsteady landing on the terrace,hoping in vain that no one is there to witness it. But at least it’s onlyPepper and not any of the Avengers that’s waiting for him.

“God, Tony, this looks terrible!” she fusses as soon as she’s at his side.

“It’s a pretty nasty flesh wound, but he’s lost less blood than it lookslike, the concussion’s what we gotta worry about…”

He trails off when he realizes that she isn’t looking at Peter but at hisown shoulder, where the melted metal is burying itself into his skin.

“Oh, that. Yeah.”

The smell of burned flesh is suddenly filling his nostrils, eliciting aqueasy feeling in his guts. He’s lightheaded all at once, as if someone hadflipped a switch and cut off his adrenaline supply. Tony had fully intended tocarry Peter down till medical, but when he takes a step towards the balconydoor, the head-rush hits him full force, and it’s all he can do to grab thewall for support as not to lose footing.

“Woah.” He sets Peter down as gentle as possible, blinking through thegreyness clouding his vision.

“Can you just get Bruce,” he addresses Pepper. “Or Sam? Whoever’s onmedical?”

As soon as she’s gone, he gives up any pretence of being able to stayupright, letting himself slide down next to the boy. Stars are dancing in frontof his eyes. Stars. Hollow, all-consuming, nothing - stop. Don’tthink about it.

“What?” Peter slurs.

Was he talking out loud?

“Nothing. It’s okay, buddy, just stay awake. Help is coming.”

“…hurts.”

“Yeah, I know. It’ll be better soon, trust me.”

“My hands…” Peter stares at his fingers as if it was the first time he’sseen them, and unfortunately Tony has a pretty good idea of what the kid ishallucinating there, “Something’s wrong with my hands…”

“Your hands are alright. A-Okay. Here, see.”

Tony takes the kid’s fingers into his own, squeezes them tightly, toconvince the kid that he’s intact, that they are flesh and blood and not dustand no, not going there now. 

Then, suddenly, Bruce is standing over him, pulling molten pieces of metalfrom his arm.

“Whatcha doin’?” Tony glares, because Peter is the injured one, the one thatneeds to be taken care of, “Look at the boy first, he’s hit his head.”

“Already done,” Bruce reassures.

And it’s true, Tony must have lost time again, because when he shifts toglance at Peter, his head is covered in white bandages. He smiles at Tonyhazily, his pupils wide and unequal, the kind of smile that comes after a doseof painkillers on the heavier side. Tony is a bit jealous, because fuck, hisshoulder is more than just stinging now.

“What happened here?” Bruce asks in a calm voice, examining Tony withadmiringly steady fingers.

He rides out a wave of nausea when the doctor prods at the injured joint andhe can feel something shift below the skin.

“It’s…” He searches for an expression that adequately describes thesensation of fire and pain raging in there “…wrong.”

“That’s the most creative euphemism for broken that I’ve heard in awhile now.” Bruce replies drily. “Keep still for now, Pepper’s coming with themedics, they are getting a gurney.”

“I can walk,” Tony says for the sake of it, but he doesn’t even attempt tomove.

His gaze returns to Peter, and yes, the boy is staring upwards again, eyesfixed somewhere on a star Tony can’t see, doesn’t want to see, and for a momenthe’s irrationally afraid that someone’s just going to reach down and pull thekid up and away. He resists the urge to rub his hands clean on his armour, becausethey are not coated in dust, no, they just aren’t.

“Hey kid,” he says, and there must have been something in his voice, becausePeter turns towards him instantly, and even through the drug-concussion-haze inhis eyes Tony can see Titan clearly written all over his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” he whispers, and Tony’s throat goes so tight that hecan’t even tell him to shut up. Instead he just sits there, silently, thinkingabout all the cracked and damaged people on this planet, wondering how they areever going to be strong enough to piece each other back together.

When the tranquillizers kick in and Peter starts listing to the side, Tonyputs his good arm around him and pulls him close, just to keep the boy upright,to make him feel safe, not at all because the touch helps to ground his fragilesenses in reality. He can hear the kid’s breathing, loud and clear and alive,and he focuses on that, because it is all that counts now.

[poppetk]

Today three became two. I’m really sad to lose my black queen and her diverse colony. I was so hoping they would pull through. 😔 #ripjersey #jersey #deadout #backyardbeekeeping 🐝 (at Jubile Gardens) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cct31XxFrfC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=