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My name is Owen, and I enjoy stealing in general. Also drugs, which I generally sell my stolen shit to buy more of. So, my equally goonish friend Terry and I got the case of a lifetime six months ago. We had screwed over this creepy dude Cody who was selling us stuff by covertly stealing his stash of shrooms and weed and calling the cops on him as he made a delivery to our friendly competition later. He was selling black shrooms that everyone kept asking us for and we were worried we were losing customers. Both of us being usually unbathed as well as over six feet tall with scraggly hair, we somehow doubted it was our lack of congeniality. Unexpectedly, the police assumed he was dangerous and decided to shoot him in the head, despite his being unarmed, shirtless and confused. He was a pretty creepy dude, but everyone doubted that his actions could be interpreted as a threat. They swore that he was coming right for them. We were surprised, enough that we didn’t make our usual jokes about it, but as junkies we both needed to make money and get another fix. To console our good friend Ashley, who is his cousin, we offered to smoke her out (with Cody’s stolen weed). Needless to say, Terry tried and failed to fuck her. After being given a cold shoulder I began to ply my trade of casing her and her friends for other drugs to steal. His cousin was so upset that she mentioned not knowing what to do with the incredible payload of stuff they were growing that they had left out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. She seemed worried police might find it if they were investigating Cody, a paranoia I eagerly fostered. Still not believing ourselves to be under suspicion, we plied Ashley for the whereabouts of the grove of shrooms, weed and whatever else that was hidden in the swamps. “I don’t remember clearly. It was a while down Southern and then a left at an abandoned building. Maybe we could find it on Mapquest? Owen, do you know the area? ” “No problem, the least we could do is check it out, make sure the cops didn’t nip it. This could have been a much larger sting or something. How long do you think it will take to clean it out? “ Ashley shook her pretty blonde head and stared at the floor. “A while, it was a lot of plants, most of them were at least half way grown and a lot of them were almost ready to be picked. ” She didn’t meet my eyes and was ardently protecting herself from showing any kind of facial expression. Her puffy red eyes led me to believe that she would be softer right now than she was. “Shit. That’s felony town. Maybe even RICO, or whatever. ” Considering the fact that we had dropped the tip just three weeks ago and they picked up everyone we mentioned I was pretty confident PBSO had no idea where this place was. Paranoia had already set in and the idea of being watched by the police was very clearly an issue, since he had no idea that his cousin was simply set up by the goons he was currently being hustled by. We got approximate directions and prepared to head out the next day to find the secret garden. Druggies, in general, were usually off guard at around dawn in our local experience. Ashley showed us a couple of the shrooms that came from the crop, the black and brown caps hadn’t been dried and were especially dark and slick. She finally sighed, told us she wanted it all destroyed and announced she wanted to go to sleep. We promised to do our best for our good friend. “Merry douchemas, bro. ” We fist pounded the second we got back into his turquoise 1982 Buick Regal. “It’s more like Douche-Hanukkah, don’t you think? It’s like one act of douchery that is just lasting us much longer than normal. “ We didn’t have the decency to blame ourselves for Cody’s death, so this just seemed like someone else’s catastrophe that we happened to be able to cash in on. “That makes sense, it’s like we’re keeping the douche oil going for eight douchey nights instead of just one. ” “You right. Well let’s go steal this motherfucker’s shit. ” He grinned, proud of the gaps and gold. “One hell of a weekend. ” So we called our friend Nino and got ready that night, with whatever shoes we could hike in and durable clothing. We prepared to wake before the crack of dawn. We were all groggy when we woke, but we got a little high anyways before heading off into the dark, driving about forty five minutes down the 98, which was only known as “Southern Blvd. ” to us at the time. It was about twenty minutes longer than civilization was able to cover. It runs across the entire state and plenty of Florida’s wetlands. By the time we reached the place, the sky had a single scintillating blue slit that was very far away. Eduardo, or “Nino”, was Terry’s step brother from El Salvador, and he owned a quad cab pickup with a covered bed. Ubiquitous in redneck territory, we chuckled about how the most obvious instrument made us less likely to be noticed by the police. Thankfully it was dark, because a five foot three El Salvadorian in a plain white t-shirt with a lot of gold is normally how the police make their money with random stops. Especially when they’re with two hammy white trash looking guys like me and Terry, carrying what we hoped was a buttload of drugs. Despite a general desire for being hidden, we blasted Spanish rap as we pulled past an old white house that was missing a roof and its windows. It was the main distinguishing feature that we knew about and aside from the giant patch of drugs somewhere nearby. Nino pulled his truck off the road and into the surprisingly deep grass. There wasn’t a road to the house, but it was still barely visible behind the wall of vivid pinks and purples coming from Floss Silk and Hong Kong Orchid trees. Near the side of the building was the concrete foundation of what was once a road sign, with two holes ringed with iron. “You sure this is the place? ” Nino swirled around and shot me a cautious stare. “Yeah, we Googled the area and she thought this was it. I saved the location on my phone. ” Nino turned around and snickered. “I feel bad for them, I do. ” Nino seemed to be talking to himself at that point. “Yeah, and I feel bad for all those weed plants that are going to get burned to death! ” Terry roared with laughter, but Nino began focusing on the area around us instead of responding. We couldn’t see much further than the lights that the truck would reach and even that was hindered by brightly colored foliage. We got out of the car and looked around. Terry grabbed his supplies, the trash bags, a wheelbarrow and some refreshments inside. Sure enough, a small creek ran into a tiny pond about thirty feet behind the building. Coral pink stone slabs were occasionally partially visible winding past the massive pillars of red and orange hibiscus flowers and up to the pond. The layout of the plants almost seemed intentionally promoted along this path, which encouraged my belief that this was a tourist trap or something at some point. Eventually we finally got to what was clearly an originally man-made pond, with pale lavender tiles around the destroyed remnants of a ring in various states of assault from plants and water. “Holy fucking shit. ” I felt the sting of Nino’s hand slapping my back hard and tightening briefly on my shoulder. He raised his finger to point at what had gotten his and Terry’s admiration. Across from the pond was a single visible pot plant, poking out from behind a wall of tree growth about thirty feet away from the pond. We all picked up a happy trot on the way to our quarry, which was still along a badly weathered path. Sure enough, behind a batch of pines and bushes bigger than SUVs was a very well-manicured garden stretching through enough scrub to include several large fully grown pot plants. It was clearly tended by someone competent, who included separate sections for weed, regular shrooms and the glistening black beasts of mushrooms that we knew to be growing in popularity. The black ones seemed to spread infectiously, clustering in small uneven groups near the other shrooms but especially near the stems of the pot plants. There were a couple of salvia plants too, but we didn’t care. I started filling trash bags with the stuff, ripping the plants out roots and all if there was enough bud on them. All of the plants looked just slightly wild, they were planted with care but upon close inspection didn’t seem to have been trimmed or even touched in quite some time. “Bro! We’re going to be kings for a fucking year! Look at these fucking things! ” Terry lifted an oozing clump of the irregularly sized but tightly packed black shrooms and held them next to the slightly less disgusting brown and black regular shrooms. They were both disgusting and appetizing simultaneously and I didn’t blame Terry when he ate quite a few of both before returning to pack his bags. “This is worth the down payment on a pretty nice house. ” Nino gestured to the mountainous weed plant in front of him, almost as if he were arguing defensively. “We cut and cure this and we could make a fucking fortune. ” Nino smiled confidently. I finished my fourth messy bag of weed and moved on to the shrooms, going near an area that seemed split between the two varieties. 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This type of oversubscription is common and can particularly be a problem if you're on a cable connection, as your modem will spend a lot of time jumping between frequencies on the cable to try to find ones that aren't really busy. Past that even, your ISP may have issues with capacity or routing performance past the CO as traffic goes to an internet gateway where it'll be handed off to another service provider to take to Blizzard. Thus it might also be an issue with internet latency between your ISP and Blizzard. The key word here is between. This may not be an issue with your ISP, it may not be an issue with Blizzard, but somewhere in-between. For example, there's a known issue currently between some service providers like TWC and the ORD1 server because of internet transit link congestion issues over intermediary service-provider XO Communications. These issues tend to manifest during the busiest hours for that link. 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If you still get some hitching / latency, try: Delete your shader cache by deleting the C:\ProgramData\Blizzard Entertainment\Heroes of the Storm\Versions folder (hidden directory, paste into Windows Explorer or Run line) and then allowing the launcher to update Switching HotS to 32-bit client mode via the launcher options Ensuring your PC/laptop is not in any power-saving mode Reducing graphics settings to lowest ( and here's how you can disable shadows entirely) Set sound quality to low (it eats up a surprising amount of system resources). Assuming Try Mode works great, the best way to investigate further would be to run a MTR test from to the HotS servers and diagnosing the results. However, recently that looking glass has not been working well. 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That last part is key; some devices on the internet respond to the pings sent to them by these tests at their leisure, but will still transmit pings sent anywhere else as quickly as possible. Thus you should be looking for a point where latency or packet loss occurs and remains consistently bad at all subsequent hops. Again, that MTR Analysis article does a pretty good job demonstrating what you should be looking for. What do I do with this to actually improve my game performance? So if it's an issue occurring on your local area network ( any packet loss or double-digit latency on the first hop or any IP starting with 192. x), you should switch to playing from a wired connection if you're not already and stop all other heavy network usage while you're playing (people watching NetFlix, torrent streams, watching HD cat videos on YouTube, etc). 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