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The 10 best games for low end PCs

We are able to’t all be working the most recent and best PC {hardware}; it prices a fortune and takes an age to be taught to put in. Working an older PC might reduce a number of the AAA video games out of your library. Nevertheless, some superb video games run completely on low end PCs.

10. Valheim

Screenshot: PC Invasion Welcome to the land between worlds. In Valheim, you play as a Viking, now deceased, and dealing in the direction of Valhalla. Valheim takes place in purgatory, and it's as much as you to defeat the varied gods of the realm. Valheim could have you and your folks amassing assets, constructing unbelievable bases, and attempting to outlive the varied biomes. You could degree up and survive the onslaught of enemies, slowly turning into robust sufficient to defeat the gods and take their energy. It is a splendidly immersive recreation greatest performed along with your different low end PC mates.

9. Stardew Valley

Screenshot: ConcernedApe Stardew Valley was launched again in 2016 and continues to be being up to date with unbelievable content material. This farming recreation is one of the best within the style by a mile and deserves all of the reward it will get. After inheriting a dilapidated farm, it's as much as you to get it up and working once more. The journey will take you thru caves, cities, communities, and lots of extra thrilling locations in your quest to construct the right working farm. The sport’s easy graphics might be run on even probably the most low-end PCs, making it accessible to all.

8. Risk of Rain 2

Screenshot: Gearbox Publishing For prime-octane video games that may simply run on even probably the most low-end PC setups, you might do lots worse than choosing up a replica of Risk of Rain 2. This recreation has created one thing distinctive and might be simply obsessed over. Alone or with mates, it's as much as you to defeat the varied bosses of the realms you enter. In your journey, you'll decide up many wild and great power-ups, ultimately turning into a damaging pressure. Your base character determines simply how every one works, however relaxation assured, no recreation is ever the identical.

7. Hotline Miami

Screenshot: Devolver Digital Each Hotline Miami 1 and a couple of are masterpieces of recent gaming. The highest-down slaughter-fest is as quick and intense as gaming will get. It's as much as you to shoot, slash, and hammer your approach by way of enemies, doing all of your greatest to outlive. Each foe can one-tap you, and your reactions must be lightning-fast. The sport’s easy graphics, together with the extreme gameplay and soundtrack, make this good for any low-end PC setup.

6. Papers, Please

Picture through Lucas Pope Ever wished to reside the lifetime of an immigration officer? No? Nicely, it's best to. Papers, Please units you up because the immigration officer of an Jap Bloc-type nation. It's as much as you to remain on high of the brand new laws and your personal funds. This straightforward but extremely lovely recreation could have you admitting, rejecting, detaining, and questioning individuals as they attempt to enter by way of your gate. Empathy and ethical dilemma all characteristic on this great artwork piece by 3909.

5. DOOM

Screenshot: id Software program It’s DOOM, and for those who don’t know what that's, perhaps it’s time to surrender PC gaming altogether and return to card video games. DOOM is the OG shooter that may have you ever mowing your approach by way of hordes of monsters in an try to avoid wasting the Earth. Sure, that is an outdated title, however it’s a traditional. This may simply run in your low-end PC. In truth, I believe you might most likely run it on a Samsung good fridge.

4. Terraria

Screenshot: Re-Logic A easy, procedurally generated world awaits in Terraria. Alone or with mates, the easy 16-bit 2D recreation invitations you to mine, craft, discover, and survive in a world bursting with adventures and alternatives. With over 44 million copies bought, it’s one of the vital profitable video games of all time. Terraria has an enormous scope of prospects hidden throughout the easy graphics. Sources and loot might be mixed to create all kinds of loopy objects, with advanced construct bushes and uncommon finds. It's as much as you and your folks to construct your characters and bases up as you defeat the varied bosses.

3. Cuphead

Screenshot: Studio MDHR Leisure Inc. I like the artwork model of Cuphead, and it's the good recreation for low-end PCs due to it. The easy side-scrolling shooter recreation is adorned with lovely, traditional cartoon graphics and superb sound. Nevertheless, don’t let the cutesy graphics idiot you — this recreation is significantly arduous. Alone or with a good friend, you should work your approach by way of the colourful world of Cuphead to defeat the side-scrolling ranges. Then, on the finish of every is an amazingly designed boss with distinctive assaults and implausible animations. The sport may nearly be Souls-like if it weren’t so cute.

2. BioShock

Screenshot: 2K Video games The BioShock collection of video games has all the time been on my replay lists, and I return to them over and over. Regardless of being extremely wealthy and immersive worlds, you'll find which you could play all of those video games, up till Infinite, on low-end PCs. BioShock units us in a world beneath the ocean the place science and know-how are God. Nevertheless, the heathenous people have pushed themselves too far, turning into godless mutants. It’s as much as you to combat by way of them, augmenting your self alongside the way in which. The sport is dripping in spooky environment; you gained’t neglect your first encounter with a Massive Daddy in a rush.

1. Project Zomboid

Screenshot: The Indie Stone The tip is upon you as you attempt to outlive the zombie apocalypse. The sport’s primary top-down graphics are good for any low-end PC. Nevertheless, the sport’s easy look hides a fancy and deep world to discover. You and your folks get up as a personality imbued with traits and boons of your selection. Now, setting off into the world, you should search and scavenge the whole lot you'll be able to to outlive the zombie hordes. As time strikes on, the world slowly breaks aside. After a couple of days, the water will shut off, and so will the electrical energy. Meals will spoil, and snow will start to fall. All of those affect you and your character. In the event you die or get bitten — and you'll, many, many instances — you'll ultimately flip. Nevertheless, you simply begin with a brand new character, constructing their expertise and ultimately discovering your shambling corpse. It feels bizarre killing your outdated self and carrying the garments you died in, however that’s the one solution to survive. Read the full article

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DARK ENERGY PRESENTS...SHAMICA RUDDOCK + BANTU + DUSHUME + DHANGSHA

Celebrating label Dark Energy's inaugural release, Bantu's debut album "Instability," four protagonists explore the juxtaposition of heavy bass with noise. Bantu himself presents deep modulations that simmer with a quiet rage, exploding unexpectedly into bit-crushed stutter and then abrupt silences. Shamica Ruddock posits disjointed and chaotic loops, broken and sometimes beyond repair, subby and disorientating. Dushume contributes menacing low end frequencies, neither pulse nor drone, that envelop bodies like an impenetrable black fog. Dhangsha offers an industrial inflected dancehall which invariably collapses under sonic duress, with mutilated beats straddling the boundaries of good taste. 

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2024 Chicago

[caleanamajored]

The idea that ppl only think groceries are expensive bc they shop at high end stores is crazy. U have no idea how many ppl there are, like me, who have lived in upper middle, lower middle and poverty line within the same lifetime. Who have shopped at high end and low end bargain stores. The prices are raising everywhere, and they have been for a long time. There is not a grocery store in this country that has the same prices it did 10, even 5 years ago, for select goods, I promise you

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George Lowendal - Pe gânduri

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[therealmattnappo]

Rocking the Bass Top Bass Players in Rock #shorts

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which reminds me that i haven't even shared in here the ones i HAVE finished and released

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[roachywoachy]

Second chapter 'prompt' of my maybe fic that may be written.

First

I do want to get better at writing these seven but all of them in one scene is breaking my mind. Longhaul and Mixmaster are my main brats at the moment, characterization wise.

Tonight I will be focusing on posting the actual Hook/Prowl work.. thankfully, it's taken way longer than I'd expected but I'm a perfectionist and I see mistakes everytime I revise.

Promise my next fic won't take as long😞

When Prowl awoke propped up against Scrapper still who was troubleshooting with the other 5. Bonecrusher was being bashed for getting them into this mess but there was no bother, they were already here.

Stirring from his recharge, tac-net booting with a low whirr of his processor that was still foggy from the inexplainable pain the night before. Turned into a dull radiating ache throughout his whole frame.

It seems for now the gestalt was still recovering from their own minor damages but still rowdy.

Prowl was irritated with their rough demeanors and their loud voices, flowing freely throughout his loose field against Scrapper.

Prowl felt a tad demoralized in this position Scrapper held him in, but not angry since they did help him. As annoying as they were,

Hook and Mixmaster must've come up with some concoction to ease the pain, assumed from the feeling of weird liquidated medigel coated over lowered doorwings. The only thing keeping the cop from jumping and attempting to gain some sort of advantage was the fact that his tac-net held point percentages about success, worryingly low danger numbers filling his HUD.

So all he did was lay against a warm heavy chassis, every attempted escape weakened the tactician even more than he was. He looked terrible.

Eventually the conversation went to Prowl, their autobot 'prisoner' as if they all weren't, Hook had figured out that he was build cold which was probably why Scrapper was holding Prowl in his lap almost intimately close.

Just to keep him warm of course.

They talked about getting out and how, mostly Longhaul, Scrapper and Bonecrusher would be trying to dig their way through the collapse while Mixmaster, Hook and Scavenger dealt with finding more raw energon in the upcoming solar-cycles.

Prowl was trying to get up now, it was infuriating to be in the position he was in. Thank Primus the only people seeing him like that were dumb 'cons. Big jerks that won't ever not tease the cop outside of the tunnels.

Scrapper was firm but eased Prowl off to sit beside Hook and himself, a light sporty frame stuck between who masses that could hold enough tons that could kill the praxian 10x over.

Bonecrusher was his usual self again, frustrated with his own mess as Longhaul complained about Crushers mess. Everyone was upset about his mess.

Scavenger was helping Mixmaster with the raw energon, they sat in a smaller anclove. Away from where the original tunnel continued since they'd have to start digging out soon.

Hook brought up about how he looked terrible, wishing he had his instruments to fix him better. Hating to leave his work half finished or reversed, making sure to keep an optic on Prowl so he wouldn't go and waste his second chance.

Bonecrusher and Longhaul got to the dammed cop again, watching him sit with droopy doorwings. The drug Mix and Hook made seemed to subdue Prowl, keeping him just a little more docile than he would be stuck with the worst gestalt he'd ever dealt with in the past.

Pre-war the cop had seen the Constructicons on sites, it was obvious to why they joined the decepticons because living on barely enough energon on site day in and out without the shanx to pursue their hobbies. Free time was spent recharging or drunk on engex until their early shifts.

Prowl had never really dealt with them as his sector was more inner city but he'd occasionally go on long drives and find them either drunk at some lowend bar or working on whatever the council found fit for the day.

It was only logical for them to become who they are now but..

His processor ached from them, their actions.. It was abnormal and almost creepy with how they watched him, feeling heedy gazes on his doorwings. This whole situation made Prowl uneasy, not afraid but what were their intentions? Grumbling low to himself about this weird gestalt, it's not like he was ever close to the mechs in the first place..

The drug was dizzying to say the least, tac-net buffering a few kliks slower than usual. Numbers phased off his visual feed and the six gestalt mates talking and talking was giving him a processor ache.

The ground was hard and cold, worse than the big radiator of a mech Scrapper was.. were they all that warm? A low buzz in the back of his processor, keeping him aware but not enough to freak out.. everything ached, from his pedes, up to his thighs, hips.. up to his processor.. cold again.

The cooling mech sat quietly, swaying and overloaded by the calculations of his tac-net that made such little sense in his conscious.

Scavenger tapped on Prowls pede, getting his dazed attention. Rubbing the dirty metal as he watched the smaller mech stare at the huge servo on himself.

Scavenger was interested in the monochrome mech, Scav remembered this cop in battle, most autobots were bright but Prowl wasn't like most autobots was he? The gestalt was stupid but not that stupid, they knew the importance of Prowl. What he did for the autobots.

Scavenger just stared at the bright red chevron, it was almost a moment until he was smacked over the helm by Hook. Something was said about disturbing his patient, Prowl had only spoke in low murmurs at this point so they weren't sure if Prowl was still all there.

Secretly they needed his mind, his tac-net to be at full function and it did help some that the light frame was pretty..

Prowl was stuck staring at Scavengers visor, noting all their visors except for Mixmaster. Bright in the dark cave of dim blue, who else had a red visor? Jazz was blue..

Prowl was lost in thoughts of optics, visors and other variations. Tac-net calculating numbers of who had what and percentages on either side.

Knocked out of his trance when a heavy field was sat behind him with a rumble, Bonecrusher. A servo on his helm, tilting it to the side to look at Prowls faceplate from where Bonecrusher leaned down beside him.

He wasn't a doll to be pulled around, scowling at the large mech behind him. Reaching up to grab his forearm to push it away but of course the larger wasn't swayed.

They were all sat in a sort of circle.

(Scrapper - Prowl - Hook - Mixmaster - Longhaul)

Bonecrusher sat behind Prowl, Hook was telling off the bulldozer to not mess up his work. Mixmaster was dotting on about being stuck making energon with Scrapper who was assuring it was all necessity. Longhaul was leaning against the cave wall in boredom, somewhat tired as he was the largest. He needed most energon to be at full capacity.

Hook and Bonecrushers babbling got to the medic pulling Prowl onto his lap, away from the touchy mech who was also now being told down by Scrapper.

Explaining that it will take a solar-cycle or so for Prowl to move properly, there was inner circuits that Hook had fixed. Having to had fix minor works with only his servos and some sticky oil. After some rest he should have self repaired enough.

After dozing off again from Hook massaging into his backstrut, the medic was experienced after all these years. Joining the cause gave him the tools and working along flatline, mixed with his overall need to know. Hook was an excellent medic, not as practiced as ratchet or any of the autobot medics.

Massage making the praxian drool again, how in the world did chemist and medic even make this relaxant? With what materials? His processor was dizzy.. tac-net calculating percentages that didn't even matter.

Their voices filled his audials, loud and gruff like the mechs they were. So different in tone, so different.. they were all so different, united by one bind.. held together by their bond of devestator, they were one.

Prowls doorwings quivered as he recharged, memories of Praxus. His trine who he was created with, Smokescreen and Bluestreak. Would they even care Prowl was missing? Did they think they all died? Was it a good trade off? The strongest gestalt megatron commanded for some overbearing cop with issues?

It didn't hurt, it would never hurt but so many secrets for one mech to carry. Did the consteucticons worry? Did they hold eachother.. they were one, united forever. They could depend on eachother, they were Megatrons finest creation.. what was Prowl to the autobots, he did so much. Protected their cause, sacrificed for the good of cybertron. It was never enough, no. Optimus was too optimistic, he wanted to save everyone and live on earth. A place he'd called home. Earth would never be home, what was the war for if their home was forgotten? What did the decepticons think? Prowl was doing this all for the good of cybertron, home. Praxus.

Prowl had never been praised for his work, he was called unethical and cold. It almost hurt that his efforts weren't appreciated.

Hook held Prowls frame, the drug lowed Prowls processing power so his field was filled with doubt, distraught and anger. Anger directed at optimus, for what was the autobot cause?

Prowl didn't want to cry, the drug was heavy. Not meant for his frame type.

Coolant spilled and everything held a deep ache, feeling the others fields filled with a weight. Bearing the weight of their jobs, their interests, their cause. They weren't comforting or welcoming, but they were quiet. Accepting who he was, that must be how gestalts work. Acceptance, appreciation, they cared for eachother and that alone allowed the lonely mech to lull himself to recharge.

[phightingheadcanons]

What I think phighter’s preferred dance styles are ヽ(*＾ω＾*)ﾉ

Vine & Shuri

I dont think they can dance, at all. They dance like good girl & bad girl LOL. They tried to coordinate a dance once but failed miserably.

Medkit

He only knows how to waltz, he’d be too embarrassed to try any other kind of dance.

Boombox

Definitely Hardstyle Shuffler but knows a bunch of different dancing styles too. He’s probably the best dancer in the Inpherno.

Coil & Skate

Lowend dancers… (If you don’t know what that is, search it up) I don’t know, I think the style of dance matches with their silly attitudes. Also they probably had a shared dubsmash account at one point.

Scythe

Sorry, but I don’t think she would like line dancing. She’d either go too fast or can barely keep up. Instead, I think she’d dance polka.

Sword

For some reason, I see him doing ballet.

Slingshot

Probably a break dancer or Hip-Hop dancer. To be more specific, 90’s Hip-Hop dances. Just look at his outfit and he’s implied to be strong af.

Subspace

She dances parapara. I won’t elaborate.

Hyperlaser

He doesn’t dance often but when he does, I think would be surprisingly good at it. He’d probably industrial dance or just any punk dance in general.

- 🗡️🩷 (ignore how i accidentally put 🗡️🌸 last time LOL)

if i could animate phighters dancing i would

anon you are legitimately cooking with this one you should totally do more phighters/npcs also venomshank totally sent sword to ballet classes you cant change my mind

[ralka-egoid]

A doodle including an AU depicting a severely injured alcoholic receiving treatment at Lowend.

[gacougnol]

Agence Rol.

Avenue de Lowendal

Paris c. 1906

[kg-clark-inthedark]

Carving Through the Dark

Chapter: 7/?

Fandom: Citizen Sleeper

Pairing: Lem/Sleeper

Total Words: 18,197

We're beginning our decent into hurt/comfort territory with this chapter. Sleeper's problems catch up with them and all Lem wants to do is help :(

Chapter preview under the cut:

Departing from the assembly yard today is a slog with my bag weighed down by scrap components, but it’s well worth it when I stop at the Ort Exchange and sell them off for a pretty penny. I was taken aback when my supervisor called me over at the end of shift and offered them up, but she insisted the parts arrived too flawed for use in the Sidereal’s construction.

She hasn’t said as much, but in the few short weeks since I joined the assembly team my supervisor has already become well aware that things are tight for me. Everyone can tell I suppose. I guess I just have that desperate sort of look about me. But I try not to let that unflattering thought ruin the feeling of catching a lucky break and hurry out of the Ort Exchange with my newfound chits stashed in my pocket. Best get home to Mina.

Unfortunately, staying back to receive the parts meant I missed my opportunity to walk home with Sleeper. Again. It’s a common occurrence these days. Their other work has kept them busy. They hurry off after each shift with the look of someone with an axe hovering over their head. I’ve been trying not to pester them, unwilling to add onto their burdens.

At least my detour through the far side of the Bright Market is refreshing. This part of the rim is nothing like the Lowend. Here, commerce flourishes and the walkways aren’t cramped on either side by towering stacks of units. Instead they’re cramped with people. Everyone here always seems to be on their way somewhere, ducking into shopfronts with flickering signs or finding the next food stall that suits their fancy. Its constant flow is awash with interesting sights and sounds, but has little else to offer to those light on cryo.

I’m close to passing into the Lowend when I’m assaulted by pounding music and flashing lights. I know this route well, so I don’t need to look over to know it’s the Kompresor Club causing all the racket. I drank there a few times during our military stop-offs on the Eye back in the day, but I haven’t been since Mina. Not my scene anymore. Though plenty of shipyard folk find their way there, so I keep my head down as I pass it by, lest I risk a friendly coworker badgering me to join in for drinks.

I’m about to turn the corner at the end of the walkway when I hear it. It’s a stranger’s voice. It rings out through the din of the walkway’s crowded flow, sharp with amusement and almost cruel in its possessiveness. I wouldn’t pay it any mind if it weren’t for the last word that stops me wide-eyed and rigid in my tracks.

“Kept me waiting long enough, Sleeper!”

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