![]() Later, I’ll look things up and still not understand. She uses words like “populace.” She talks as if she were composing a term paper with footnotes. She says, “The mayor is ipso jure unlawful.” She uses Latin. In the beginning, when times were good, this would have been something of an aphrodisiac, her passion and intelligence radiating beneath the covers. Sometimes I’ll wake in the middle of the night and see her next to me, looking at her laptop, pie charts glowing up in her face. She’s the one with the poli-sci degree in this relationship, socially engaged and crunching numbers, and I’m the former high-school jock, lettering in three sports at the expense of my G.P.A. “Look at the data,” she tells me, but I never know what data she’s talking about. Meanwhile, the future of the city hangs in the balance, things going from bad to worse-public transportation, mail delivery, garbage removal-thanks to the mayor, six terms and still nothing to show for it. “The personal is political,” Molly always says, implying that if we break up it won’t be her fault. Plus, it was compounded by the latest poll numbers, which put our candidate three points behind, with three days to go until the election. Today’s particular conflict had been set in motion by the banal-who’d left a cereal bowl in the sink-but obviously indicated a wider problem. The bickering had started after we both got home from work first we were arguing, and then we were shouting, and then she disappeared into the bedroom and slammed the door hard, emerging fifteen minutes later, composed, dressed, and ready to go. ![]() “You’re welcome,” she said, but she only closed it halfway. It’s getting dark and it’s getting cold, and neither one of us has said more than a few passive-aggressive sentences to the other, like when I thanked her for putting her window up, as if she’d done me a big favor. On Molly’s lap, propped against the steering wheel, is the clipboard with the street addresses, about fifty of them, listed alongside the pertinent info-name, age, etc.-culled from the Internet and written in her perfect handwriting, evidence that she had gone to a good school in the suburbs. She's the better warframe, she comes with Soma Prime, a decent weapon, and the Edo Prime armor set and Velorum Prime Sigil are pretty nice (though you can get only the cosmetics cheaper with the accessory pack).We’re sitting underneath the overpass, Molly and I, lights off, motor on, staring through the windshield at the row of houses up the hill. It all depends on how much money you're willing to spend, but the Nova Prime pack is not a bad buy. The cosmetics are the only things that you can only get for real money. You can also get boosters for plat and as random daily login rewards and twitch drops etc. You can also get these primes from other players later for platinum (check out warframe.market), which you can get by selling stuff to players, but their price will slowly go up until they are unvaulted again in about a year. Dakra Prime is terrible, the Broken War, which you get for free with a Catalyst by completing the Second Dream quest (beware of spoilers!) is straight up better in every way, and is actually a decent melee weapon for newbies. Soma Prime is ok, but there are better assault rifles. She's actually decent, but I wouldn't spend real money on her. Some people like her, some people think she's trash. Unfortunately, you only have until the 29th. Ĭredit goes to /u/1st_transit_of_venus for the bot!Īll of the Prime frames and weapons in the unvaulting are pretty easy to farm by doing bounties in Fortuna and Cetus, at least if you have decent gear or can find a squad to carry you in the higher level bounties.
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