Sturges hammered on that thing day and night for months until I finally moved to the Great Green Jewel. After a while it didn't bother me any more because it was better than listening my neighbors, Marcy and her loser husband Jun, bitch and whine about everything constantly. Occasionally I go back to visit when another settlement needs my help with greenskins or whatever, and Sturges is still there hammering away alongside this old lady sitting in a chair stoned out of her mind.
I lived in one of those once with my wife Nora and our newborn son Shawn. Then one day in October there was a nuclear war and we went into this nearby underground shelter, we'll call it a vault, and got frozen. When I came back out 210 years later the house was still there, and strong enough a two-headed cow could stand on top of it. It was cool though, I met this guy named Sturges and he fixed it back up for me.
New toy on the Higgsfield gallery: SHAPESHIFT.
One photo → a 12s video of you becoming a fox, a knight, a capybara, or the person in any second photo.
Built with Claude. Morph responsibly.
#HiggsfieldApp
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AI image tools keep giving me four beautiful pictures of four different people. So I built the fix: Character Lock rolls the extra takes and an AI judge measures every face against your reference — you only ever see the real them. Try it:
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@BradRTorgersen When I was in everybody in combat arms qualified every 6 months. As a tanker we had to do M4 + M9. M9 was super easy though, max score every time. Grenades? Forget it, I was scary with trying to throw those mf's.