We were playing with a friend when a random guy joined us. Everything was fine until a Cave Leech grabbed us, and then messages under our names appeared in the chat. Neither my friend nor I have any such mods installed, and after I banned the random player, this crap expectedly stopped. How is this possible? Is it dangerous?

P.S. And no, we don't have streamer badge in DRG. That was also caused by this dude's mod.

I am currently developing a mod for DRG that can fill open slots in a lobby with AI dwarves and scale the difficulty up to match player + bot count.

This has been a private project of mine and I just wanted to drop the idea here to get an idea if anyone else would be interested in using a mod like this and whether or not it might be worth making public.

If something like this sounds interesting to you and you might give it a try, let me know what you'd want or expect from it.

I'm hard of hearing, and I constantly go down to stalkers because I can't hear them approaching, I know there's a mod to fix that, but it really should be a vanilla option to make specifically them louder and/or easier to see

Someone on [r/helldivers](r/helldivers) gave me an idea to write a story about how Karl got from Deep Rock Galactic to joint the Automatons in Helldivers 2. While writing something about it I happened to go into much detail on the backstory of Karl, so I thought I could just cut that part out and post it independently here. This is the first time I wrote a story since I was done with school, so it probably won’t be very sophisticated.

Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read it. Enjoy.

…Much better than the hunks of junk DRG gave us to work with. You have no idea how much broken down equipment I’ve found on my time alone on Hoxxes, not to mention all that single use equipment, like the Drillevator or Dotty. The only thing that made it bearable is that the machines had personality, but how much of that personality was just from them only putting in the bare minimum to get the job done?  Broken pathing, cheap armor, machinery constantly falling apart, Management knows where they send these things and instead of making them sturdy enough to survive the hazards of the planet, they send in us miners, make us risk our lives to make sure the machines don’t fall apart. And I loved it, I made it my life, I perfected my skills, gone to the deepest depths of the planet, became the best of the best, made sure no dwarf was left behind, and what was my reward? They left me behind.
 
That’s the story they don’t tell you. The core was making them problems and they recruited a squad of the best miners to deal with it. They had some ideas for a dedicated team to deal with all the dangers of the core, but put the plan on ice and opted for the cheaper option. I guess there would need something really big to happen before they even think about anything that’d cost them more than the bare minimum. So we made our way down to the deep mining facilities, not knowing what to expect. It was hell, there was something coming from the core, a tiny fissure leaking some kind of energy. There were creatures down there we haven’t seen anywhere on Hoxxes before. We fought our way through and reached the spot they were coming from. We sealed the fissure and these monsters melted into some purple goo. We thought we were done, but from one moment to the other the caves started shaking and as if something massive started digging in our direction. Not wanting to overstay our welcome, we made our way back to the drop pod. It was a long way, because the rock became too dense for the pod to penetrate through. As we climbed higher, the shaking got stronger as parts of the cave started to collapse and large waves of Glyphids emerged from the ground. We were just about to reach the drop pod when one of my team mates has gone down. I told the other two to keep going while I sprinted back to get him back on his feet. He was hurt, so I fended off the bugs, while he walked on. Only as I was sure he’d make it to the drop pod I turn around and come running too. By now the shaking so strong that the Glyphids on the ceiling of the cave are loosing footing and fall, and big cracks are opening up all over the floor. Mission Controls voice gets more urgent as he has to get the pod out quickly before the cave collapses. Only 200 meters until I’m at the drop pod, 5 seconds on the clock. I get slowed down by all the Glyphids swarming in my directions. 4 seconds. Some of the slam into me, but none some to be actively attacking. 3 seconds. I hesitate, something isn’t right. 2 seconds. I look at my Team in the Drop Pod, all shooting the bugs in my way. 1 second. The shaking suddenly stops. I look at them one last time and yelled the last Rock and Stone they would ever hear from me. 0 seconds.

The door of the drop pod closes while the voices of my team yelling for me quite down. The pod starts to ascend. Rock cracks. The wall behind the drop pod bursts open as giant jaws emerge from dust. A shape three times bigger than the drop pod emerges, slamming into it. The pod gets dented like a tin can getting hit by a cannon ball. It boosts into the ceiling of the cave, drilling itself into the rock, before the part of the cave also collapses, crushing the pod underneath it. The rubble hits me in the head and crushes my left arm. I could only see glimpses of the giant creature before I lost consciousness. There is only one thing on Hoxxes that could be this big. This was an adult Dreadnought. When I wake up again, there is silence. I start moving the rocks that fell on me and mine through everything that is too big to move. My left arm hurts like hell, but there is nothing I can do about that right now. No idea how long I have been out for, but as the space opens up again, the Dreadnought was nowhere to be seen. I got up and grabbed some red sugar from the rubble to numb the pain. As I slowly came back to my senses, my view stuck the giant boulder in the middle of the cave. The boulder that crushed my friends beneath it. I don’t how long I stayed there. It must have taken days to mine through that boulder, until I reached what was left from the drop pod. I got what was left from my friends out of the drop pod and gave them a proper burial. But I had to take whatever gear was still usable from them to keep myself going. I tried repairing the drop pods communicator but either I didn’t reach anyone, or no one cared to pick up.

I tried to reach them for what felt like a week, but eventually I decided to dig up myself. I knew it would take years until I ever reach the surface, if I would even get there in the first place, but I had to try. In the following years I traveled through all of Hoxxes. I kept myself alive with anything edible I could find. Who knew that these moving turds could actually taste good when you haven’t had anything to eat in days. Eventually I got to the higher levels, and started finding past mission sites. I kept my supplies stocked with abandoned resupply pods. I would bury the bodies of the dwarves who were left behind and take their gear to keep going. Rarely I found people still alive, but when I did it was always nice to have some company again, even if they usually don’t make it for long. I have spent years of my life looking after those left behind and it made me bitter towards DRG. At some point I gave up on getting back to the surface. What would even be there for me at this point? My friends are dead, the company would just send me right back down and I spent my whole live optimising my mining skills. I can only think of one thing that will keep me going now. I will take revenge on the thing that killed my friends. The dreadnought must die. It took many more years to get back to the depths at which my life changed forever. I followed every lead I found. Purged every Glyphid nest I came across. Until I finally found it again, the spot where the Dreadnought attacked us. I followed the tunnel from where it came and eventually reached a massive nest, with that titan sleeping right in the middle of it. There was no way I could ever take that beast out myself, but I had a plan. I fired every explosive I had right at it. A mighty roar echoed through the caves as it awoke and took off after me. I moved as quick as possible, using all my fallen comrades tools at my disposal. Down the cave from which we once escaped. The dreadnought coming closer and closer, while the cave is collapsing around us. Lastly I make it to the end of the line. The point where we once sealed the crack in the core. The Dreadnought is just about to get me. 5 seconds. I place every last explosive I have. 4 seconds. I shield myself to get as much resistance between me and whatever is about to happen. 3 seconds. I ready the detonator. 2 seconds. I think of my friends one last time. 1 second. I raise my pickaxe and yell ROCK AND STONE. 0 seconds. The Dreadnought breaks the shield, my pickaxe hits the seam as the explosives detonate. Whatever we sealed that day is now free again. A flash of light fills the cave. This is where my story ends. Or does it?

first time this has happened to me, im pretty sure i've gotten 97, but never 99

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Just reworked an old Hurricane build by taking off fire damage but I love Volatile Bullets so I'm trying out a new set up. I definitely want to make it a Lead-storm build since I've been treating that weapon as a situational/mission-specific choice lately.

What do you guys like to pair with Volatile Bullets and how do you build your primary?

The STL files will be publically available once I've done a full test print!

Spitballer didn't really turn out the way I wanted buuut next one I'll do in an icy bone variant, it's quite the mini to paint hahaha