LSUAlum2001

COMMITMENTS:

RJ Luis Jr. (G-League Celtics)- Last year of college: 18.2 ppg, 7.2 reb, 2.0 ast LINK [PENDING LEGAL ACTION]

Mo Dioubate (Kentucky)- 8.8 ppg, 5.5 reb, 1.0 ast LINK

Marcio Santos ( International / Maccabi FOX Tel Aviv)- 7.3 ppg, 2.4 reb, 0.7 ast LINK

Divine Ugochukwu (Michigan State)- 5.1 ppg, 1.5 reb, 1.5 ast LINK

Abdi Bashir Jr. (K-state)- 13.2 ppg, 2.2 reb, 2.3 ast LINK

Austin Nunez (UTSA)- 9.8 ppg, 2.1 reb, 2.8 ast LINK

Saliou Niang ( International / Virtus Bologna)- 7.9 ppg, 5.0 reb, 1.7 apg LINK

Brice Dessert ( International / Anadolu Efes)- 7.2 ppg, 3.0 reb, 0.5 ast LINK

LSU STACKED
SEC frickED

Someone check The Pirate King to see if has offed himself.

My goal was for the book to read like a movie: maybe it doesn’t have enough detail, maybe it does. I’ll find out. I’ll set the scene and go, not huge swaths of texts where you have to read it several times to get through it.

Here is an excerpt from an underwater fight scene. Main characters are Mercer & Rourke.

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The black-clad diver came through the blue water like a torpedo. Fast. Deliberate. Deadly.

Mercer saw the weapon immediately, a compact underwater speargun modified with compressed gas propulsion instead of elastic bands. Military-grade. Built for killing divers, not hunting fish.

The attacker leveled it directly at Mercer. Rourke fired first.

The muffled underwater crack of the pistol sounded strangely small beneath the sea, but the round streaked through the water column trailing cavitation bubbles toward the approaching diver.

The Hijos operative twisted sideways with terrifying agility. The bullet missed. Then the speargun fired. The steel dart punched through the compartment opening so hard it buried itself six inches into the wreck bulkhead inches from Mercer’s head.

Mercer jerked backward instantly. The attacker surged closer. Not alone. Two more dark shapes appeared behind him out of the blue haze beyond the reef edge.

Three divers. All armed. All moving with disciplined formation. Mercer’s pulse pounded inside his ears. This wasn’t intimidation. This was an execution attempt.

Rourke kicked sideways across the reef and fired twice more while using the coral shelf for partial cover. One round clipped the lead diver’s shoulder tank, bursting a stream of silver bubbles into the water.

The diver barely reacted.

Mercer yanked the black document case free from the cargo straps and shoved it into a clipped recovery bag on his harness.

Suddenly, the wreck shuddered violently. One of the Hijos divers had planted something beneath the hull. A muffled underwater detonation erupted across the reef shelf. The blast wave hit Mercer like a truck. The compartment exploded into splintered debris and sediment. Visibility vanished instantly into a boiling cloud of white sand, shattered coral, and air bubbles.

Mercer slammed hard into the compartment ceiling as wreckage collapsed around him. His regulator nearly tore free. Pain shot through his shoulder. Outside, Rourke disappeared completely into the chaos.

Mercer couldn’t see anything. Couldn’t hear anything beyond the violent roar of bubbles and the pounding of his own heartbeat. Instinct took over. Move.

He kicked hard through the collapsing wreckage just as a section of cabin wall crashed into the compartment behind him. The entire stern structure was coming apart. Mercer burst free into open water.

Visibility remained awful. Less than six feet now inside the drifting sediment cloud.

Shapes moved everywhere. Impossible to identify. Then a dark figure emerged directly in front of him. Mercer reacted instantly, driving forward with his dive knife. The figure grabbed his wrist mid-strike.

Not Rourke.

The Hijos diver slammed into him bodily, both men spiraling across the reef in a violent tangle of hoses, tanks, and limbs. The diver moved incredibly well underwater. Military trained.

Mercer trapped the man’s knife arm and smashed his dive mask against a coral outcropping. Cracks spread instantly across the tempered glass. The diver retaliated by driving a combat blade toward Mercer’s ribs. Mercer caught the wrist barely inches from impact.

Both men rolled across the reef edge locked together while bubbles exploded upward around them. The Hijos operative headbutted Mercer hard enough to blur his vision. Mercer answered with brutal force, ramming his thumb beneath the edge of the diver’s damaged mask seal.

Seawater flooded inside immediately. The operative jerked violently in panic as saltwater hit his eyes and nose. Mercer ripped the knife free and stabbed downward into the diver’s buoyancy bladder. Air erupted outward in a violent silver torrent. The diver instantly lost stability control. He spun backward uncontrollably toward deeper water while clawing desperately at his harness. Gone into the haze.

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So instead of a drone operator you get a 15 year old to "play" a game, he is actually smoking targets and paying you for the opportunity and never knows the difference.

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That's Enders Game, brother.

Weekly bump.

We go sub 100 days some time next week!

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I don’t know of anyone who has voted for Letlow

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I've met her.

While she is a nice person, she's in over her head.

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Mother in law chimmed in and said she her bad things about Flemming

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So she has heard bad things about Fleming?

From who? Cassidy and Letlow?

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Keir Starmer

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His name alone reeks of a one world government; letting foreigners dictate the current and future path for Britain.

So when we are going after the Learing Centers and 10000% increase in autism diagnosed cases for Somalian kids in Minnesota?

I stopped carrying a 60 degree

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Breaking my own rules here because I think this dude is probably the type of fake influencer I hate...

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ChudTheBuilder

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