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Makes Krunker detected by recording software (e.g. Potentially fixes polling rate mouse flick issue. May or may not help ping, test for yourself. Keep this at its default or 1 (Developer recommended).ĭynamic/Smart Routing. Non-English languages not 100% supported.Ĭompensates for lag (lol).

(Does not affect Quick Joining, see General > Server Browser > Default Region Only) Choose the nearest region for lower latency/ping. Generalĭetermines default server you join when starting the game.

Red asterisks in settings mean changing the setting value will require the player to restart the game. Import and Export to load or share custom settings. Jon tried to tell himself that it was a ram, lied to try and avoid accepting the fact that what was left of the carcass was indisputably goat. If only Jackie had been there awaiting him. Chainsaws were noisy things, they let all and sundry know exactly where you were and you wouldn't hear if anything crept up on you. And a third.Īll the same he fetched the saw, kicked it into life and began cutting up a thick trunk, a deafening whine that showered sawdust everywhere. Nervous, working fast, wanting to get the job over and done with. It ran before and it'll run again, like a desert jackal. Pull yourself together, Gilbert was probably killed soon after we last saw him, jumped by that dog of Gwyther's in the same way that it killed the calf. He glanced back to where he had left the chainsaw, began edging towards it. Without going outside Sylvia would not have been able to see whoever had been in the shed and

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The shed was not in full view of the cottage windows, a bare stone wall facing in this direction. If you're not on the alert the whole time you're likely to end up dead, just like Gwyther would have killed me. 'We've got to keep a watchful eye out,' Trite, an understatement. Because if you had you'd probably be dead now like Gilbert in the wood. No, but whatever killed him might still be around, lurking in the undergrowth, creeping up on you Damn it, he's dead, he can't hurt you now.

He wished again that he'd brought the shotgun. Two screwdrivers, a hammer, a hacksaw, a chiselThe Black and Decker toolset Jackie had given him for Christmas was still there, so was his spare chainsaw. Consequently, within a couple of minutes he knew which of his tools were gone, a process of elimination from those still hanging from the nails above the bench. If you put everything back where you got it from as soon as you've finished with it, you'll know where to find it next time, he used to tell her. Jon Quinn had a tidy mind, Jackie used to call him obsessional. He closed his eyes momentarily, almost yelled 'Then how the fuck did you know they were here?' Instead he spoke calmly, knew he had to reassure her. Now it was time to go back to the wood again and He backed into the yard, tipped the trailer, watched the logs showering out, bumping into a sprawling heap, one or two bowling away as though they sought to escape the splitting axe and the Rayburn. Maybe Sylvia was right, they had to go and find other survivors, //there were any others. That stemmed from spending too much time alone. He was starting to get depressed, a gradual erosion of his positive thinking.

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