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>>8705062
>Drop rates are all over the place, since it changes per item or monster holding it. All of the drop rates were really really low. In general the rate was doubled. Of course this means changes from 2% to 4% or 4% to 8%. Lots of items dropped at .1% and are now .5% or more. I don't have a science for it, and I'm not too terribly happy about it. I didn't feel as good about increasing these as I did the learning

I don't know about learning rates. I can't find that post on pooshlmer

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Hey, Sheldon
>Slight murmur in the audience, people looking nervously at each other.
I just played a videogame
>Someone laughs hysterically, the audience is jittery, sweaty, anxiety wracking their entire being. They begin shaking uncontrollably.
From 1985
>The audience cracks, they laugh so hard while hurtling through space toward a decommissioned space station. slowly, they pull their knees to their chests and close their eyes as their bowels begin to expel hundreds upon hundreds of beautiful, symmetrical turds, brown as the day is long. They laugh like young girls as their turds drift aimlessly behind them; they are as butterflies to a child frolicking in the fields of elysium.

>They approach the station's docking port, flaccid penises in hand, and prepare to float gently into its inviting confines. They extend their cockless arms jubilantly, as to celebrate the majesty and depth of space, and thank jesus christ for this ultimate gift and blessing. but suddenly, their outstretched arms collide with the outer rim of the docking port, and the trajectory of their quaking mass violently halted.

>the fates afford them barely enough time to turn their heads before the turds arrive. one thousand turds, each one seemingly larger than the last. they try in vain to cleanse their eyes of the shit sting, but succeed only in smearing their own fecal matter into a fine asspaste, which slowly seeps into their eyes and nasal cavities. They inhale a total of sixty eight thousand space Turds; their lungs are permeated completely with their own shit. They hang lax, spirits broken, defeated by poop. They will never be the same. they are forever shit faggots

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meido LITERALLY deleted all my posts

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