7 new Omicron cases in Pune and PCMC area

2021.12.05 11:22 Terra_Rizing 7 new Omicron cases in Pune and PCMC area

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2021.12.05 11:22 ZabnuK Stuck/Bugged Quests.

As title says, i have a problem with a coupke of quests.
First, the one where you have to rescue Claes, a blacksmith from a tower. After you've done that, he joins your troup as a follower. Question is what do i do with him? He says he wants to join a smithery, but i don't see the opion when i visit the ones in Stromkapp or Cortia (the only two regions i've visited so far).
Second one is Abbot Theocene. This one is properly bugged. I got to the part wher ei have to destroy the wood pillars, i destroyed them both, but then the abbot stays stuck on his dialogue, telling me to destroy the pillars. I've tried saving and reloading at different stages, but still stuck. Now it's to the point where i get an error window pop up everytime i stop on that bridge, with three options:
-Exit, which, well, exits the game.
-Ignore all, wich gets me back to the abbot dialogue, but this time frozen in game.
-Cancel, which just plain hard frezzes the game.
Now, they're nice people and all, but not only do they eat all my food, they also tank my troop morale because they can't sit by the fire, nor sleep in a tent. Also i can't kick themm out, because i don't think i can, but they wont even replace my companions because they don't even fight. I'm up to 4 followers now (Capitain Hostes and Kathyll, which i havn't finished their quest lines because its a bit steep at the moment) and i'd like to get rid of some of em, at least the ones i don't have a peding quest with.
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2021.12.05 11:22 GenericName1980s Frank’s lawyer still saving people out there!

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2021.12.05 11:22 Sea-Photograph2585 My emotional support reader

This may sound kind of weird, but I do have an emotional support reader.
They are always the first to comment on my new chapters and write long, detailed reviews, telling me what they liked about and things I could improve.
I'm always super happy when I see that I got a new comment, since I know it's likely that person and I'm about to read something really sweet.
I write for a very small fandom and the main pairing is also a rarepair, I've got a few hits and kudos, but they are pretty much the only person consistently commenting on my chapters.
I always doubt myself and think the stuff I write is complete crap, so having someone who encourages me is really uplifting.
Sometimes, an emotional support reader is just what I need.
I'll have my next chapter finished in a couple of hours and I'm already looking forward to reading their comment.
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2021.12.05 11:22 CoffeeIsNumNum Front door replacement

Can anyone recommend a local company who replaces entry doors? I have 4 entry doors I need replacing.
I’d prefer not to go to a big box store if possible. Also Window World quoted a pretty high price which sounded like a fuck off price.
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2021.12.05 11:22 KamikoYukimura PearlPoints!

Recently, whenever a friend has helped me out, I end up sending them a picture of my baby girl Pearl as thanks and had the great idea to make NFTs of her! I am going to design them like trading cards going forward and create Pearl Mania! I have ten copies of her first ever NFT up for sale now! This is the start of her takeover!
PearlTheCat NFTs
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2021.12.05 11:22 Certain_Emergency122 The Well

A dead woman sleeps at the bottom of a well near my hometown...
There's an old well located in the middle of the woods that border Pennville. It's made of crumbling grey stone and partially hidden by moss, a wide ring in the ground that threatens to swallow the unwary.
According to local legend, the well is haunted.
Pennville was founded in the late 1800s by the Fenbys, an English family that came to America to build a prosperous community. The family daughter pretended to be pious, but secretly worshipped the devil. One night, she made a pact with a demon: in exchange for eternal beauty and youth, she agreed to murder nine children. Six kids in this town were butchered like hogs, and their remains scattered throughout the woods.
Before she could complete the ninth murder, the townspeople discovered that she was the one responsible for their children's deaths. They dragged her out of her home, tore out her eyes, and threw her into the well to die. She treaded water for nearly half an hour, and before dying of blood loss, she promised them that she would finish her bargain eventually.
We found the well entirely by accident.
It was a cloudless summer day, one we should have spent lounging by the public swimming pool and eating popsicles. Instead, Quentin and I followed James deeper into the woods. Stifling heat pressed down on me, and the toolbox James had ordered me to carry seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. I could hear Quentin panting harshly behind us as he struggled to keep up with James' pace. He carried the stack of wooden planks that would form the base of our treehouse.
Even though I suspected we were lost, I knew better than to say anything. Before James transferred to our school, Quentin and I had been bullied relentlessly by a group of upperclassmen, with Quentin getting the brunt of it. And although I'd stood up for Quentin whenever possible, I hadn't been able to stop them from mocking his weight or his tendency to babble in stressful situations.
James had. He was nearly as short as me, but the handful of times that same group of upperclassmen had tried to bully James, their insults bounced off of him as though he wore an invisible suit of armor.
Quentin had promptly latched onto James. Since Quentin was my best friend, I'd had no choice but to follow him, even though his hero-worship of James bothered me. Frankly, I wasn't even sure whether I liked James; the price of his friendship was that he always bossed us around. More to the point, it increasingly felt like James went out of his way to make me the third wheel, and I couldn't help worrying that Quentin would replace me with him. It was why I'd been so determined to join them today--I didn't want to give James another excuse to cut me out.
Wooden planks clattered to the floor. I turned around to see that Quentin had stopped in his tracks, the corners of his mouth drawn down in dismay. Sweat plastered his curly dark brown hair around his face.
James didn't notice. "It's this way," he said confidently. "We're almost there."
"What's wrong?" Tentative hope crept over me. I didn’t want to be the first one to ask for a break, but if Quentin needed one, then I had the perfect excuse to set down the hateful toolbox.
He pointed wordlessly at something off to the side. I followed his gaze to see a pile of grey stones, half-hidden by the surrounding foliage. I blinked and realized that it was a stone well, rising roughly five feet off the ground. My stomach swooped unpleasantly, as though I'd missed a step while walking down the stairs.
James finally realized that we'd stopped walking behind him. Frowning, he asked, “What’s the big deal, guys?”
“It’s the well." Quentin gave the words an upward inflection as though asking a question rather than stating a fact. "You know, the one from the story about the woman who killed all those kids. We must be standing in the old town square. I can't believe no one else has found it before us..." He trailed off.
James brightened. “Let’s go check it out.”
Quentin and I exchanged a resigned glance behind his back. James enjoyed breaking the rules; at school, he was always getting detention for skipping classes or smoking on campus. In retrospect, we should have known that the prospect of investigating an abandoned well would be irresistible to him. “Help me pull this off,” he ordered, running his hands over the well and tugging on its wooden cover.
Quentin obediently trudged over. I thought about protesting, but the sheer force of James' personality made it hard to stand up to him; he overwhelmed you with rapid-fire sentences and rhetorical questions, leaving you bobbing helplessly in his wake. And if you annoyed him enough, he became witheringly sarcastic, even cruel.
The more I told him not to do it, the more he'd want to. Anyway, the story about the well is just that--a story, I thought, trying to push away the sense of foreboding. Whoever made it up in the first place had nothing better to do with their time.
The wooden cover came away easily in our hands and an unpleasant smell drifted out of the well. Curious despite myself, I leaned forward to peer down into it, my stomach churning with a combination of excitement and anxiety. I half-expected to see a heap of moldering bones at the bottom...but only murky water met my gaze. Sunlight clearly illuminated the well, and I guessed the depth to be twenty feet or so. Nothing moved in the water.
"It doesn't--" began James, but I never got to hear the rest of what he said. The part of the well that I'd been leaning against crumbled away under my weight, sending me tumbling down the well.
The well was much deeper than I’d estimated--deep enough that I couldn’t touch its bottom--and the water was freezing. I clung to the stones protruding from the well’s walls as I treaded water, my teeth chattering from the cold and my head aching fit to burst.
“Cas, can you hear me? Are you okay?” Quentin’s voice ricocheted around the well, intensifying the bells clamoring in my head, and I winced. Without waiting for my response, he yelled, “Don’t move! I’ll be there soon.”
Minutes passed. My fingers went stiff and numb, and I wondered if I’d ever be able to stop shivering. I threw a glance upwards. The sky had turned strangely grey and cloudy, and Quentin was nowhere in sight. Worry gnawed at me. Where was he? James wouldn’t convince him to leave me here, right?
Suddenly, something next to me emerged from the water with a splash, startling me badly enough that I nearly lost my grip. After a moment of confusion, I realized that it was Quentin. He spluttered and coughed while treading water. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Where did you come from?”
“What do you mean? I was right there.” He eyed me anxiously and repeated, “Are you okay?”
I nodded, then stopped. The motion hurt my head too much. “I knocked my head pretty hard when I fell, but other than that, I think I’m alright.”
“Do you think you can climb out of here? Maybe we should call someone. What if your head injury is serious and you need a doctor?”
"I can climb." I hesitated and added, "Thanks for coming after me, Q."
He grinned at me. "Remember that time Richie threw my backpack into the dumpster, and you jumped in to help me find it? Consider us even."
It took a couple of tries, and some help from Quentin, but I managed to find a crevasse that allowed me to pull myself up and out of the water. From there, it was easy to use the cracks between the stones as handholds and footholds, though my progress remained slow and painful.
After I swung my legs over the lip of the well, I sat down with a hard thump, my head still throbbing with pain. Black sludge covered most of my T-shirt and shorts. I wanted nothing more than to be home right now, huddled under my duvet with a mug of hot cocoa on the nightstand.
Absorbed in how miserable I felt, it took me a few minutes to realize that our surroundings had changed. A thick mist had appeared and turned the woods into a featureless landscape. Everything except for the well was colorless and washed out and seemed as insubstantial as cobwebs. I had heard that symptoms of a concussion could include blurry or double vision, but nothing like this. What if my fall down the well had irreparably damaged my eyesight?
I looked around wildly and saw James standing a couple of feet away with his back to me. The mist half-obscured him from view, but I could tell that he was soaked through with water. It dripped down from his blond hair and his sodden clothes, forming a puddle at his feet. And his skin was wrinkled, as if he'd spent too long in the shower. Weird; I thought James hadn’t come down into the well with us.
"James? You can see that mist too, right?"
He made no reply. Unease prickled down my spine. It wasn't like him to stay silent. If anything, he should have already been making fun of me for falling down the well so spectacularly. Right as I reached out to touch James' shoulder, he whirled around.
He was smiling at me, an unnaturally wide smile that peeled his lips back from his teeth. That was the first thing I noticed. The second was that James held a butcher knife in his right hand. I had no idea where he’d found it, but the blade seemed incredibly old; it was rusted and pitted from time. Rivulets of blood dripped down it and over its handle. His blood. He’d carved out ribbons of meat from his body, plunging the knife into himself deeply enough that I could see glistening bone in some places.
James started to advance on me, still smiling.
A strangled noise died in my throat. Terror warred with revulsion and sent my pulse racing. I knew that I had to run before he reached me, but my legs had turned leaden and uncooperative. All I managed was one stumbling step backwards. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the blood-stained knife.
"What the fuck happened to him?" I flinched, half-expecting to see James somehow transported behind me, but it was Quentin, his face white and set as he stared at James. He looked deeply unnerved. "And where did he get that knife from? Jesus, we need to take him to a hospital right away!”
"I don't know! I found him like this."
James let out a sudden scream and doubled over, clawing at himself. Blood-soaked hands erupted from his stomach, sending viscera flying through the air. A shoulder emerged from his body, then a head and knee. A tall woman stepped out of James' body as though it had simply been an ill-fitting suit she no longer needed. She left behind her a wreckage of flesh and bone that no longer even remotely resembled a human body.
She had silver coins for eyes and her dark hair floated around her as if she was underwater. When she contorted her face into a snarl, the coins squelched wetly in her eye sockets and black water gushed out of her mouth, along with a torrent of squirming white bugs and dead leaves.
She knelt down and picked up the butcher knife.
"Run," I yelled. "We have to run!"
We bolted. Quentin pulled ahead of me, and the mist swallowed him from view instantly. I soon became disoriented; I knew I was moving forward, but the mist made everything around me look exactly the same. There were no landmarks, no way for me to guide myself in the right direction. For all I knew, I was running in circles.
Something knocked me off my feet. I fell hard, barely managing to avoid smashing my head into the ground, and twisted around to see her behind me. I tried to scramble back up to my feet and run, but she moved preternaturally quickly. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't break her grip; she held me down with terrible strength using just one hand. For a moment, she simply studied me, her silver coin eyes shining with some incomprehensible emotion. Loathing? Triumph? A charnel-house smell emanated from her skin--the smell of blood, rot, and feces.
Her throat made a rattling sound. She might have been trying to speak, but if so, I couldn't understand her. The knife rose into the air...
I searched desperately for something to defend myself with, but my grasping hands met nothing besides dirt. There was no weapon conveniently nearby, and no way for me to wrest the knife from her. So instead, I did the only thing I could think of.
I reached out and ripped off the silver coin that served as her right eye.
It tumbled away, along with a handful of mushy, rotting flesh that felt like wet sand. She opened her mouth in a silent scream of rage and agony and brought the knife down. At first, I thought that she'd missed; all I felt was the pressure of her arm striking me, nothing else. But then, heat began to spread through my stomach, and I looked down to see the knife protruding from it. That was when the pain hit, pain unlike anything I'd ever known. Dizziness overwhelmed me, and purple dots danced before my eyes. She yanked the knife back out and blood--my blood--sprayed over her face.
From a great distance, I heard Quentin shout, "Get off of her!" I must have blacked out, because the next thing I could remember was Quentin dragging me forward, one arm thrown around me. He staggered under my weight, nearly sending us both sprawling. I couldn't see the woman anywhere in this mist, but I knew she had to be nearby. As I glanced around us, I thought I saw screaming faces in the mist. Children's faces. They formed, vanished, then reformed again.
Quentin asked, "What do we do? There’s nowhere to go. I tried running away as far as I could and just ended up back here again. All she has to do is wait for us to tire out.”
An idea occurred to me, catalyzed by the fact that everything else in this world was grey and dead. “I think the well is the key to leaving. After we reached the bottom, and came back up, that’s when we found ourselves here, right? If we go down it again, maybe that’s how we’ll get home.” I forced myself to continue, to say, "You should leave me behind."
Quentin stared at me. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm slowing you down. You can make it if you hurry, and if you leave me behind, she’ll be, you know, distracted.”
Quentin hesitated, the struggle written in his face. He knew I was right. If he had to keep carrying me, she’d probably catch up with us before we reached the well. And I’d already been stabbed; I might not be a doctor, but I was pretty sure that if I didn’t get medical attention soon, I’d bleed out and die anyway. I thought I could hear eager, squelching footsteps drawing closer to us, and reminded myself that Quentin was simply making the most logical decision.
Abruptly, he said, "You're the only one, besides James, who's ever treated me like I'm human." He shrugged, looking both defiant and embarrassed. "You're my best friend. I'm not leaving you behind.”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat, unable to think of a reply that wouldn’t sound cheesy or ridiculous. We took another couple of staggering steps forward, in the direction Quentin said the well was. Gradually, I caught sight of a blurry and indistinct blob. As we neared it, it resolved into a familiar shape. Unlike everything else here, the well looked solid and real. I fixed my eyes on it, willing it to magically move closer, and fought to put one foot in front of the other. The pain in my stomach sharpened with each passing second.
When we finally reached the well, I had to stop and lean against it to remain upright. I could barely breathe. We're going to make it, I told myself. You just have to hang in there and climb down… It occurred to me that it was quiet. Too quiet. My head jerked up and I scanned our surroundings frantically, my heart pounding. A dark silhouette ran towards us. I shoved Quentin towards the well. "She's here! Go!" I tried to scramble into the well and failed.
She emerged from the fog, and there was nothing human about her now. The silver coin that was her left eye burned with cold fire, dangling from her face by a string of decayed flesh. She’d grown a double row of needle-sharp teeth, too many to fit inside her mouth; when she snapped them at me, they sent chunks of her lips falling to the ground.
I was suddenly sure that I could run forever. I used the fresh surge of adrenaline to heave myself up and into the well, and threw myself down. In a matter of seconds, ice-cold water closed over me, threatening to steal the breath from my lungs. I counted until ten and then swam upwards; it took every ounce of strength I had to keep moving.
As soon as my head broke the surface, I knew I’d been right. Warm sunlight filled the well, and there was a cloudless blue sky far above us, visible through the opening of the well. Quentin had already climbed more than halfway up; he paused, waiting for me. I grinned at him helplessly, so relieved that I couldn’t speak. We made it back, I thought. We’re back and we--
“She’s coming after us!” Quentin’s words momentarily froze me in place. I’d never considered that she might be able to follow us from the world under the well. I hadn’t even thought it was possible. I climbed up as quickly as I could--which wasn’t that quickly.
When I chanced a glance downwards, I saw her peering up at us, her face twisted in hatred. She started clambering up the walls of the well, impossibly fast, moving in a sideways scuttle reminiscent of a spider. Her limbs twisted and contorted unnaturally around her, while her head remained perfectly still. She was catching up to me.
"Watch out!"
I glanced down in time to see her reaching out for me with one bone-white hand. Layers of skin sloughed off of it and floated through the air. Her fingernails were black with rot, some of them already loose and peeling away. I managed to duck away from her grasp, but nearly lost my balance, my fingertips brushing the stone as I pinwheeled my arms. I couldn’t keep dodging her, not without falling back down to the bottom of the well, and I couldn’t climb up quickly enough to escape either.
Time slowed down. Seconds stretched into minutes as she reached for me again. I had a jumbled mess of fleeting impressions, various moments from my life flashing before my eyes. I wanted to say something brave, something that would leave Quentin with one last good memory of me, but nothing came to mind except for, I don't want to die. I looked up and he was still too far away to help me, nearly at the top of the well; he stared at me with an uncertain expression on his face and took a deep breath. He said, “I’m not leaving you behind, Cas.”
And then he threw himself at her and dragged her down the well.
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2021.12.05 11:22 SnafuInTheVoid Can you be born gay and then come out as hetero later in life?

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2021.12.05 11:22 SelenaScarlet33 Pencil Sharpening Assembly Line...

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2021.12.05 11:22 mariolce No podía saberse

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2021.12.05 11:22 Admirable-Kangaroo-5 Don’t complain about Netflix.

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2021.12.05 11:22 razvyor Meanwhile in Romania

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2021.12.05 11:22 marvinperker РҮТ (Nо Lіміт)

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2021.12.05 11:22 Spi3000 I Come Back From Hiatus, Progress Some More Story, Flashpoint Required Story, And I Get My First Ever Gold Drop And it Was a Lightsaber.

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2021.12.05 11:22 Mister_dude_96 Is this testing legit, or is it nonsense? I am not familiar or savvy enough to this type of thing to tell.

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2021.12.05 11:22 vict777 7.2.4 setup with Floorstanding L/R and in-wall center channel - Doable?

7.2.4 setup with Floorstanding L/R and in-wall center channel - Doable? Hi everyone,
I am trying to get amazing L/R floorstanding speakers to match nicely with an in-wall center channel (and an overall 7.2.4 setup) due to a thin 5-1/2" wall and AT screen that fills nearly the entire wall. Thanks in advance.
TLDR; Concerns
  • I am concerned with timbre-matching the in-wall center channel with floor standing speakers given they are not from the exact series/family of products (they are the same brands). The wall where projector screen is only 5-1/2-inch thick so I either go with 100% matching LCR in-walls or do the L/R floorstanding plus in-wall center. I prefer the latter.
  • Speaker options listed below, as well as gear in hand and room details.
Preferred setup: Floorstanding LR with an in-wall center channel, surrounds, height
My concern is the center channel "matching" acoustically the LR because the \SERIES* do not match since the LR are floorstanding and center is an in-wall variety.*
  • LCR:
  1. (2) Revel F206 + (1) W553L
  2. (2) Focal ARIA 926 + (1) 300IWLCR6
  3. (2) Def Tech D17 + (1) UIW RLS III
  • Surround Side/Rear:
  1. (4) Revel W763
  2. (4) Focal 100IW6
  3. (4) Def Tech DI 6.5S
  • Height Front/Rear:
  1. (4) Revel C763
  2. (4) Focal 100ICW6
  3. (4) Def Tech DI 6.5R
Am I OK to stay with the above with the center channels I picked out not exactly matching the same series from each brand *or\* do I need to go with one of the following:
a) The matching center channel on a shelf behind AT screen? I prefer to not have to build such a shelf as I only have 5.5-in depth because there is a kid's playroom on other side.
b) Do true in-wall LRC because of the center channel needs to match acoustic profile and go with something like: Revel W553L x 3, Focal 300IWLCR6 x 3, or Def Tech UIW RLS III x 3 for LCR?
Gear in hand
  • Receiver: Marantz SR8015
  • Projector: Epson 6050ub
  • Screen: SI Zero Edge Pro 133-in Slate 1.2 AT (Acoustically Transparent)
  • Subwoofers: 2 x JBL HDI-1200P
  • 27ft length x 18ft width x 8-3/4ft height
  • Pics of top view of room and wall where screen will be is attached
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2021.12.05 11:22 Hiro-Prime Trailer (eng sub) - Mahouka Koukou no Rettousei: Tsuioku-hen

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2021.12.05 11:22 aquacakra The future of the princesses

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2021.12.05 11:22 esotericcnubda This guy is fucking lit.. check him out (Credits: Shadomic on YT)

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2021.12.05 11:22 ValkorTahoe Que suave, no?

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2021.12.05 11:22 FunnyShirtGuy The fridge door is wide open and Bert weeble-wobbled out with an armload of Crustables! How long do You think he'll be out of the fridge before he goes to the freezer?

Will the Mantle genes keep him dinging homers for decades Are jet-ski scares going to cause a coronary in his sausage-casing heart How long do YOU think Bert has before he browns a bowl for the last time??
Choose your option or make your guesses in the comments! *Void: All the Moms, and the Jeans, the Tommies, and the Tinas have some level of love for our brown bombing Bert, so this is all in fun
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2021.12.05 11:22 svanapps r/binance - I don't want fancy cars or any. Just. Peaceful plot of land outside the city where I can sit by a fire with my dogs watching the wildlife around me

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2021.12.05 11:22 wesconson1 M15 R5 Ryzen Laptop- not performing HELP

So as I described in a previous post, this is my first gaming pc in a long time. I’ve been running windows in boot camp for years.
I got this m15 R5 15.6" FHD Gaming Laptop - AMD Ryzen R9 - 16GB Memory NVIDIA GeForce RTX 3070 - 1TB SSD and was super excited. I’ve wanted Alienware since a kid.
But I’ve been a bit disappointed in performance. I don’t ever see these high FPS that I see others getting (don’t ever get to 60). I’ve been playing Vanguard mostly and have even noticed a little lag (internet tests out at over 200mbps down and 20mbps up)
So I did a benchmark on user benchmark.com. Under graphics card it doesn’t even show my RTX (show RX Vega 8 5000) and says benchmark incomplete.
I press this performance boost button, but I don’t know if it does anything other than just max the fans out.
I haven’t put anything on the computer other than chrome, then games from Xbox and battle net. I’ve been using GeForce experience, which just opens the battlenet launcher.
How do I force the rtx to be used. How can I really get all the performance I should be with the specs I have?
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