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  1. #1


    Tou a pensar comprar uma fonte nova...alguem me sabe dizer se esta borboleta é mt barulhenta ou é silenciosa ? (nas especificaçoes diz "low noise" mas fiquei a saber o mesmo viste que dentro de pouco ruido umas fazem menos que outras)

  2. #2


    Já há muito que não vejo uma fonte que não diga "low noise" nas especificações. Essa sinceramente não sei...

    Mesmo silenciosas são as Bequiet, pelo que vejo e ouço são as melhores pro efeito.

    Tb tenho uma Antec Truepower e não me posso queixar.

  3. #3


    Eu tenho essa TT e pensava q era mto mais silenciosa... Axei um pco estranho pq a 1ª vez q liguei o pc n fazia mto estrilho, mas depois de akecer faz uma beka...

  4. #4
    AquaPC Enthusiast Avatar de maneta
    Data de Registo
    Nov 2007


    Esta fonte é aconselhada para C2D?

  5. #5


    Eu tenho uma ja ha uns bons anos, nao faz muito barulho, mas não é o que eu consideraria uma fonte silenciosa. Agora visualmente com as 7 diferentes cores é interessante

  6. #6
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    Data de Registo
    Aug 2007
    Margem Sul sempre cool


    Se fosse a ti não ia por aí. Essa não deu para o meu sistema há quase 2 anos. Além de que Não era silenciosa.

  7. #7
    AquaPC Expert Avatar de Bazuka
    Data de Registo
    Oct 2006
    Entre o Paraiso e o Inferno!


    Quote Post Original de Rutru5355 Ver Post
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