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2023.03.28 19:29 godzilla101118 Tales of Azure Blue (pt.2)
Jacob is awoken to the sound of gun fire and the smell of smoke. As he looks around he notices that the three woman who were with him sre gone, but these observations are cut short as another bomb detonates about 35 feet from him, sending its shrapnel through whatever remained of the way, thankfully keeping him safe.
As jacob stumbled towards the hole in wall, he could see the early morning sky lit up from the light of AA fire and the forms of both kansen and siren planes fighting up in the air. As he takes stock of the battle raging across the harbor, he notices that the three woman who were with him were outside - using their riggings to shoot down enemy air craft. After that he began hearing rapid footsteps approach him. As he turns around he is greeted by the sight of tall, tanned woman, with long silver hair wearing black swim wear and wearing an open black jacket.
As she continues her approach, one of the automated siren planes begins to fire into the opening in the wall. As this happens the woman quickly picks up jacob and begins running away from the exposed area, while firing her AA. After a few seconds of AA fire, the plane is shot down and crashes into a surrounding building, setting it on fire.
After walking for about a minute, the woman finds a safer area for them and proceeds to place jacob back down. As jacob trys to say something, he is cut off as the woman starts speaking. "Are you alright?" She says, jacob trys to nod, but is stopped by a pain on his side. As he looks down he finally realizes that he had been hit by a piece of shrapnel. The woman notices this and speaks again "I'll take you to vestal. Keep preasure on the wound and try to stay awake", jacobs nods as the woman begins to pick him up again, and proceeds to start running out of the building towards the base hospital.
As they are running, jacob looks around and finds that the battle is nearly over. Only a few siren ships and planes remained, but from what he could tell it wasnt as clear a victory as he would've hoped. As he looked at the dock he could see several hulls burning and sinking into the water, and many other hulls on the dock that were set alight - he could also see that many buildings on the base were either damaged or destroyed just like the building that housed his office.
While looking around, jacob doesnt even notice the fact that they reached the clinic or the fact that he was starting to feel light headed, until finally he couldnt keep his eyes open anymore, and drifted off.
Jacob jolted out of the hospital bed with a start, as the memorys of what happend before he passed out start replaying inside of his head. As jacob looks around he notices 5 people around him - Z23, kuybyshev, theseus, the woman who brought him here, and what jacob could best describe as a nun with light lilac hair and blue eyes.
After jolting up, jacob winced in pain as both his abdomen hurt on hid right side, and a pain he didnt notice before on his cheek. After seeing that jacob was awake, the nun looking person started speaking up. "You're a lucky one commander chasler. if masacheussets didnt rush you in here you probaly would have bled out", this statement causes jacob to pale, but without taking notice vestal continues speaking, "thankfully we we're able to stabilise you and were able to remove any pieces of shrapnel that were imbedded in you", after vestal finishes speaking, jacob asks them all a question, "How much damage did the port sustain, and are there any casualties?", after this question the room falls silent for a few moments, during which everyone in the room shifts uncomfortably before vestal begins to speak up "we lost two battleships - arizona and oklahoma, and around 72% of the port has either been damaged or destroyed". After saying that the room reverts back to its silent state for a few minutes before Z23 speaks up, "Commander Chasler, i know this may be a bit much to ask since you've been here for less than 3 hours and have already been through a siren air raid - but the fact of the matter is that base repairs will require extensive amounts of paper work. So it is my belief that once you are able to leave, that you immediately come to conference building which contains an extra office, so we can begin the process of going through the paperwork" after what Z23 said, jacob nods solemenly as he looks out of the window in the room they were in and gazes upon the port - Where many fires were still being put out.
After walking for about 10 minutes, jacob finally arrived at the - shockingly - almost fully intact conference building, and walks in. Inside of it, he finds Z23, kuybyshev, and theseus, reading and signing papers at break neck speeds. Jacob doesnt say anything, as he enters, and takes a seat at the desk that was left for him. he proceeds to start going over the paper work - reading, signing, asking for assistance from one of the three woman at times - until finally he realizes that its already night time and more than 3/4 of the papers still need to be reviewed, signed, and sent. So even after everyone else left to turn in for the night - jacob remained in the office, doing as much as he could, until eventually at 2 in the morning, he decided to head back to his room since it was still largely intact.
As he passes by the eagle unions dorm, he spots a kansen sitting down on a bench right outside of its entrance - a woman with long blonde hair, yellow eyes, and old-western styled clothing. as jacob takes a closer look, he see's that the woman has a dark expression on her face, only adding to the fact that her eyes looked as if they had been crying for a while before he got there. So jacob approaches the woman on the bench.
"Is this seat taken?" Jacob asked, the woman looked up at him and replied, "theirs place enough for ya here youngin" she says in what jacob believes was supposed to be a happy tone but was brutally squashed by her other apparent feelings. After that, jacob sits down on the bench with the woman, both of them not saying a word, until finally the silence is broken by the woman, "y'know ma' sis oklahoma, wouldnt hav' wanted me to be mopin about port, but yet here i am, sittin on a bench, cursin' out the world for takin' her" she says - jacob slightly winces as he realizes that this is sister of one of the deceased battleships - nevada.
After she finished speaking, and jacobs apparent realization, they both return to silence. After a few minutes of contemplating, jacob finally figures out what he will say, "Nevada," he says as she turns to face him, "I swear to you, on my name as the new commander of this port, that we will avenge oklahoma, and we will make the sirens pay for what they have done to both all of you and to humanity" jacobs says with a confident finality, that he didnt even know he could accomplish. After a few seconds of nevada looking at jacob with a stunned expression, she slowly begins to chuckle, then that chuckle turned into a full laugh - jacob paled at this, thinking that he made a fool of himself until nevada spoke again, "Well arent ya' the smoothest talka here, pledging revenge for a' womans behalf," she says with a light smile, causing jacob to lightly blush at her comment. Nevada just chuckles again, before speaking up again, "thank ya commander, but dont worry," she says somewhat happily but with flint in her voice, "i'll make sure those siren bastards pay well enough", at this jacob only nods. after about 10 minutes after about 10 minutes after that, nevada gets up and heads back into the eagle unions dorm.
After a few minutes of sitting still, Jacob finally gets up, and makes the journey back to his room, still avoiding any stray debris, until eventually - he makes it back to his partially destroyed building - making his way through the hall and into his bedroom, where he finally lays downs, and falls asleep.
Elsewhere
"Hmm?" Observer Alpha says, as she catalogs the data she has obtained from jacob, "Anomaly after Anomaly and this one is the strangest yet" she muses after going through all of his data.
"Now, lets see how you will handle all of these situations com-man-der~" she says in a mocking tone after inputing new commands into her tablet. As she does this, 10 capsules can be seen, each with a letter denoting its name - A, H, R, S, F, L, J, M, T, Y - and within each capsule resides a female form.
"Prepare Capsule F" Observer Alpha says, as power begins to stream into the capsule, beginning its activation process
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As jacob stumbled towards the hole in wall, he could see the early morning sky lit up from the light of AA fire and the forms of both kansen and siren planes fighting up in the air. As he takes stock of the battle raging across the harbor, he notices that the three woman who were with him were outside - using their riggings to shoot down enemy air craft. After that he began hearing rapid footsteps approach him. As he turns around he is greeted by the sight of tall, tanned woman, with long silver hair wearing black swim wear and wearing an open black jacket.
As she continues her approach, one of the automated siren planes begins to fire into the opening in the wall. As this happens the woman quickly picks up jacob and begins running away from the exposed area, while firing her AA. After a few seconds of AA fire, the plane is shot down and crashes into a surrounding building, setting it on fire.
After walking for about a minute, the woman finds a safer area for them and proceeds to place jacob back down. As jacob trys to say something, he is cut off as the woman starts speaking. "Are you alright?" She says, jacob trys to nod, but is stopped by a pain on his side. As he looks down he finally realizes that he had been hit by a piece of shrapnel. The woman notices this and speaks again "I'll take you to vestal. Keep preasure on the wound and try to stay awake", jacobs nods as the woman begins to pick him up again, and proceeds to start running out of the building towards the base hospital.
As they are running, jacob looks around and finds that the battle is nearly over. Only a few siren ships and planes remained, but from what he could tell it wasnt as clear a victory as he would've hoped. As he looked at the dock he could see several hulls burning and sinking into the water, and many other hulls on the dock that were set alight - he could also see that many buildings on the base were either damaged or destroyed just like the building that housed his office.
While looking around, jacob doesnt even notice the fact that they reached the clinic or the fact that he was starting to feel light headed, until finally he couldnt keep his eyes open anymore, and drifted off.
After jolting up, jacob winced in pain as both his abdomen hurt on hid right side, and a pain he didnt notice before on his cheek. After seeing that jacob was awake, the nun looking person started speaking up. "You're a lucky one commander chasler. if masacheussets didnt rush you in here you probaly would have bled out", this statement causes jacob to pale, but without taking notice vestal continues speaking, "thankfully we we're able to stabilise you and were able to remove any pieces of shrapnel that were imbedded in you", after vestal finishes speaking, jacob asks them all a question, "How much damage did the port sustain, and are there any casualties?", after this question the room falls silent for a few moments, during which everyone in the room shifts uncomfortably before vestal begins to speak up "we lost two battleships - arizona and oklahoma, and around 72% of the port has either been damaged or destroyed". After saying that the room reverts back to its silent state for a few minutes before Z23 speaks up, "Commander Chasler, i know this may be a bit much to ask since you've been here for less than 3 hours and have already been through a siren air raid - but the fact of the matter is that base repairs will require extensive amounts of paper work. So it is my belief that once you are able to leave, that you immediately come to conference building which contains an extra office, so we can begin the process of going through the paperwork" after what Z23 said, jacob nods solemenly as he looks out of the window in the room they were in and gazes upon the port - Where many fires were still being put out.
After gazing upon that sight for what felt like an eternity, jacob finally realized that he had a moment to actually think - and he could only think one thing - 'Well this is a shitty first day'
After being discharged from vestals clinic an hour and a half later, jacob begins the process of heading towards the conference building - moving around debris and rubble as he walked through the once majestic port, avoiding any kansen that may be running around bringing supplies here or there, or putting out the odd fire.After walking for about 10 minutes, jacob finally arrived at the - shockingly - almost fully intact conference building, and walks in. Inside of it, he finds Z23, kuybyshev, and theseus, reading and signing papers at break neck speeds. Jacob doesnt say anything, as he enters, and takes a seat at the desk that was left for him. he proceeds to start going over the paper work - reading, signing, asking for assistance from one of the three woman at times - until finally he realizes that its already night time and more than 3/4 of the papers still need to be reviewed, signed, and sent. So even after everyone else left to turn in for the night - jacob remained in the office, doing as much as he could, until eventually at 2 in the morning, he decided to head back to his room since it was still largely intact.
As he passes by the eagle unions dorm, he spots a kansen sitting down on a bench right outside of its entrance - a woman with long blonde hair, yellow eyes, and old-western styled clothing. as jacob takes a closer look, he see's that the woman has a dark expression on her face, only adding to the fact that her eyes looked as if they had been crying for a while before he got there. So jacob approaches the woman on the bench.
"Is this seat taken?" Jacob asked, the woman looked up at him and replied, "theirs place enough for ya here youngin" she says in what jacob believes was supposed to be a happy tone but was brutally squashed by her other apparent feelings. After that, jacob sits down on the bench with the woman, both of them not saying a word, until finally the silence is broken by the woman, "y'know ma' sis oklahoma, wouldnt hav' wanted me to be mopin about port, but yet here i am, sittin on a bench, cursin' out the world for takin' her" she says - jacob slightly winces as he realizes that this is sister of one of the deceased battleships - nevada.
After she finished speaking, and jacobs apparent realization, they both return to silence. After a few minutes of contemplating, jacob finally figures out what he will say, "Nevada," he says as she turns to face him, "I swear to you, on my name as the new commander of this port, that we will avenge oklahoma, and we will make the sirens pay for what they have done to both all of you and to humanity" jacobs says with a confident finality, that he didnt even know he could accomplish. After a few seconds of nevada looking at jacob with a stunned expression, she slowly begins to chuckle, then that chuckle turned into a full laugh - jacob paled at this, thinking that he made a fool of himself until nevada spoke again, "Well arent ya' the smoothest talka here, pledging revenge for a' womans behalf," she says with a light smile, causing jacob to lightly blush at her comment. Nevada just chuckles again, before speaking up again, "thank ya commander, but dont worry," she says somewhat happily but with flint in her voice, "i'll make sure those siren bastards pay well enough", at this jacob only nods. after about 10 minutes after about 10 minutes after that, nevada gets up and heads back into the eagle unions dorm.
After a few minutes of sitting still, Jacob finally gets up, and makes the journey back to his room, still avoiding any stray debris, until eventually - he makes it back to his partially destroyed building - making his way through the hall and into his bedroom, where he finally lays downs, and falls asleep.
"Hmm?" Observer Alpha says, as she catalogs the data she has obtained from jacob, "Anomaly after Anomaly and this one is the strangest yet" she muses after going through all of his data.
"Now, lets see how you will handle all of these situations com-man-der~" she says in a mocking tone after inputing new commands into her tablet. As she does this, 10 capsules can be seen, each with a letter denoting its name - A, H, R, S, F, L, J, M, T, Y - and within each capsule resides a female form.
"Prepare Capsule F" Observer Alpha says, as power begins to stream into the capsule, beginning its activation process
2023.03.28 19:28 Turbo_Clap Rejected and ignored constantly
Hello. I'm a 26 year old male. I don't really know what to do anymore. I've been trying to find love for 2 or more years since my last relationship. The last relationship I had was rocky but I could tell that she loved me for who I was. She was a foreign woman who I had to visit out of the country. She became increasingly unhappy at my absence so I let her go. (It's really expensive and complicated to date/marry people from her country)
I was with her for 6 or more years. She found someone new in less than a month who she says is very similar to me as she was using our relationship as an example of what she wants in her partners.
I have been trying to find a woman near me that I can be loving towards and make happy. I have an idea of the kind of woman that would make me happy in return. I consider myself to be handsome, as every time I look in the mirror I like what I see. I'm physically fit and take care of myself.
However, every time I try to meet a new woman I'm either rejected, not considered, flaked on or ignored. It doesn't matter what dating app I use or where I meet the woman. They are simply not interested in me in any meaningful way and often treat me like I don't exist or aren't important enough to give time to. If there's a woman who I think might like me she's working constantly and never in the mood to go out after work.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I think I'm a good partner. There's literally no excuse for me to not be able to find a partner that I can love. I have a lot of interesting hobbies. I cook, paint, play guitar, make music, play video games and exercise. I have a successful career and have overcome more obstacles to succeed than many people can say they have. I'm intellectual and people often come to me for my perspective on things. I'm a supportive friend and go out of my way for others in need.
I've done literally everything right and love constantly evades me. I don't know what to do anymore. It's bothering me so much that I've thought about ending it all.
I keep all of my good qualities at the back of my mind so I don't come off as arrogant to others but when I sit and think about it I'm baffled that I can't even get someone to hang out with me on the weekends.
What is wrong with me?
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I was with her for 6 or more years. She found someone new in less than a month who she says is very similar to me as she was using our relationship as an example of what she wants in her partners.
I have been trying to find a woman near me that I can be loving towards and make happy. I have an idea of the kind of woman that would make me happy in return. I consider myself to be handsome, as every time I look in the mirror I like what I see. I'm physically fit and take care of myself.
However, every time I try to meet a new woman I'm either rejected, not considered, flaked on or ignored. It doesn't matter what dating app I use or where I meet the woman. They are simply not interested in me in any meaningful way and often treat me like I don't exist or aren't important enough to give time to. If there's a woman who I think might like me she's working constantly and never in the mood to go out after work.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I think I'm a good partner. There's literally no excuse for me to not be able to find a partner that I can love. I have a lot of interesting hobbies. I cook, paint, play guitar, make music, play video games and exercise. I have a successful career and have overcome more obstacles to succeed than many people can say they have. I'm intellectual and people often come to me for my perspective on things. I'm a supportive friend and go out of my way for others in need.
I've done literally everything right and love constantly evades me. I don't know what to do anymore. It's bothering me so much that I've thought about ending it all.
I keep all of my good qualities at the back of my mind so I don't come off as arrogant to others but when I sit and think about it I'm baffled that I can't even get someone to hang out with me on the weekends.
What is wrong with me?
2023.03.28 19:28 Throwaway59666 living off £400 while in active addictiom
I (age 21) was kicked out of my mum's home about two months ago and the first two months were okay as I had too wait for my utility companies too work out how much they needed too charge me as I live in a new build, my rent is pretty cheap at £303 a month but having been backdated from my utility companies and not earning a lot from work I've been in arrears from the start which has me this month and probably for the foreseeable future living off £300 a month while in active addiction. I don't know how I'll survive like this and it's not like I haven't been trying too get help I've been in two alcohol services but it felt too friendly and they werent helping. I can't afford too go to rehab as I don't have the means to pay for it and I feel like I'm really struggling while having financial anxiety on top of my BPD and Anxiety anyway...I don't know how to get out of thie
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2023.03.28 19:28 novasister Foundation recommendations needed!
So I have my sisters wedding coming up and I need a good medium/full coverage foundation. I used to be really into makeup but I’ve fallen out of the loop so I’m not sure what’s good anymore! I have really oily skin and I’ve just been using the L’Oréal tinted serum everyday and love it, but obviously need something more full coverage. I don’t want to buy all new products so I’ll list other products I use so that you can make recs based off that. I thank you in advance!! I also only have an Ulta near me so try to avoid Sephora exclusives if possible! Would like to get a higher end foundation, but will take drug store recs too.
-elf power grip primer -elf hydrating camo concealer (I’m willing to get a different concealer if necessary) -Laura Mercier translucent setting power (I have normal and the ultra-blur. Literally the only powder I’ve ever found that doesn’t break up and make my makeup patchy)
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-elf power grip primer -elf hydrating camo concealer (I’m willing to get a different concealer if necessary) -Laura Mercier translucent setting power (I have normal and the ultra-blur. Literally the only powder I’ve ever found that doesn’t break up and make my makeup patchy)
2023.03.28 19:28 TurdFerguson495 Marry at Delaware Park
My fiance and I are planning on having a short elopement at Delaware Park, specifically near the flower garden, near the restaurant and Shakespeare in the Park hill. I was wondering if anyone has ever done this or heard of it being done. Basically, it will be just the two of us, an officiant, and a photographer, for like an hour, hour and half. If anyone has heard of anything like this being done in Delaware Park please let me know, We are worried that there would be some sort of issue with either the restaurant or the park itself. Thank you!
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2023.03.28 19:28 Bulkybeech Is anyone else normal BMI but pathologically weak?
Hi, idk if anyone else is in this situation and if it's anything to worry about. I was a fat kid (12-14yo) but always athletic and strong. Could beat anyone in an arm wrestling contest, win fights against boys etc, before I became SLIGHTLY underweight around 16. Nowhere near hospitalisation level.
I'm now 18 at a low-average weight with moderately big muscles and the basic bodyfat to be healthy. I never stopped working out my legs (as in running/hiking, I didn't start weightlifting until recovery) which look so amazing and are strengthening with no issue, but my upper body... Oh lord...
Several short, skinny to normal weight women still overpower me even without having worked out a day in their life, I can't beat my little sister at arm wrestling, I know underweight men who lift heavier than me, I understand men will always overpower me anyway but that's still worrying. When I was restricting, I had terrible chest pain and respiratory problems, which surface if I do chest exercises like pushups. My biceps get shaky and fail easily even with light weights, and it's weird that I'd have to train my arms at the gym to overpower women who do not lift whatsoever.
Anyway, just looking for anyone, male or female, who had a similar experience? Is it possible that fasting/restricting as an adolescent somehow ate all my arm strength? It goes with my fat distribution by the way, when I was underweight all my chest/collarbones/wrist bones were poking, but my thighs stored all the fat of my body.
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I'm now 18 at a low-average weight with moderately big muscles and the basic bodyfat to be healthy. I never stopped working out my legs (as in running/hiking, I didn't start weightlifting until recovery) which look so amazing and are strengthening with no issue, but my upper body... Oh lord...
Several short, skinny to normal weight women still overpower me even without having worked out a day in their life, I can't beat my little sister at arm wrestling, I know underweight men who lift heavier than me, I understand men will always overpower me anyway but that's still worrying. When I was restricting, I had terrible chest pain and respiratory problems, which surface if I do chest exercises like pushups. My biceps get shaky and fail easily even with light weights, and it's weird that I'd have to train my arms at the gym to overpower women who do not lift whatsoever.
Anyway, just looking for anyone, male or female, who had a similar experience? Is it possible that fasting/restricting as an adolescent somehow ate all my arm strength? It goes with my fat distribution by the way, when I was underweight all my chest/collarbones/wrist bones were poking, but my thighs stored all the fat of my body.
2023.03.28 19:27 Treadwheel Hive Soldiers and Hive Worker Drones should have their heads swapped.
I came across this neat diagram someone made trying to ascribe meaning to Hiver head shape, and it suddenly hit me like a bale of hemp: Kenshi's Hivers are backwards.
In nature, eye placement is very consistent across ecological niche, with predatory animals favouring forward-rotated eyes to provide good binocular vision, and thus depth perception, while prey creatures have eyes rotated outwards to maximize field of view. Indeed, even pupillary shape tells us multitudes about the ecological niche an animal belongs to.
In Kenshi, however, we see the opposite on display - the comparatively fragile drones are excellently equipped for combat, having closely spaced eyes suited for depth perception and redundancy should one become injured or occluded in combat. On the other hand, the Hive Soldiers have eyes spaced so far apart, one could reliably render them incapable of seeing anything to the left of their midline with a single blow to that side of their head.
Worse, Soldier Drone head shape cause their eyes to be dangerously exposed, such that it's a miracle they aren't permanently blinded by something as simple as walking too near a wall! Contrast, again, to the Worker drone, which at least preserves something of an eyebrow ridge to deflect blows and shield them from being blinded by blood or rain running off their cone head.
The only explanation I can float is that what we call "Soldier Drones" are in fact more apty described as "Sentry Drones", designed to spot predatory animals and threats to the hive quickly via their near-360 degree field of vision. They then react aggressively, not in hopes of defeating the threat, but rather to provide it with an easy meal to drag back to the nest. Indeed, it might be posited that their head shape - bereft of any contour to deflect the full force of any blow aimed at it - is most designed for size, weight, and relative detachability. Indeed, brain tissue, being dense in crucial fats, sugars, and electrolytes, is a prized food to any subsistence hunter. Perhaps, then, it is no coincidence that its anterior protrusion forms a natural handle by which to haul this portable feast around, as though to advertise its very convenience! "Ignore those gangly fellows in the field, all skin and bones, fiddling with their stick-throwing devices. Simply drag this one back and return tomorrow for another". A persuasive strategy!
This explains why the best sniper in the game, Green, is a "lowly" worker - they are the only members of the hive capable of even using a ranged weapon properly (princes being, of course, too regal to dirty themselves with any task of value to the hive), let alone capable of surviving enough combat encounters to gain skill with it. In contrast, the only unique Solider recruit, Ray, is found in a state of abject slavery and possessed of combat skills at parity with his potential for diction.
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In nature, eye placement is very consistent across ecological niche, with predatory animals favouring forward-rotated eyes to provide good binocular vision, and thus depth perception, while prey creatures have eyes rotated outwards to maximize field of view. Indeed, even pupillary shape tells us multitudes about the ecological niche an animal belongs to.
In Kenshi, however, we see the opposite on display - the comparatively fragile drones are excellently equipped for combat, having closely spaced eyes suited for depth perception and redundancy should one become injured or occluded in combat. On the other hand, the Hive Soldiers have eyes spaced so far apart, one could reliably render them incapable of seeing anything to the left of their midline with a single blow to that side of their head.
Worse, Soldier Drone head shape cause their eyes to be dangerously exposed, such that it's a miracle they aren't permanently blinded by something as simple as walking too near a wall! Contrast, again, to the Worker drone, which at least preserves something of an eyebrow ridge to deflect blows and shield them from being blinded by blood or rain running off their cone head.
The only explanation I can float is that what we call "Soldier Drones" are in fact more apty described as "Sentry Drones", designed to spot predatory animals and threats to the hive quickly via their near-360 degree field of vision. They then react aggressively, not in hopes of defeating the threat, but rather to provide it with an easy meal to drag back to the nest. Indeed, it might be posited that their head shape - bereft of any contour to deflect the full force of any blow aimed at it - is most designed for size, weight, and relative detachability. Indeed, brain tissue, being dense in crucial fats, sugars, and electrolytes, is a prized food to any subsistence hunter. Perhaps, then, it is no coincidence that its anterior protrusion forms a natural handle by which to haul this portable feast around, as though to advertise its very convenience! "Ignore those gangly fellows in the field, all skin and bones, fiddling with their stick-throwing devices. Simply drag this one back and return tomorrow for another". A persuasive strategy!
This explains why the best sniper in the game, Green, is a "lowly" worker - they are the only members of the hive capable of even using a ranged weapon properly (princes being, of course, too regal to dirty themselves with any task of value to the hive), let alone capable of surviving enough combat encounters to gain skill with it. In contrast, the only unique Solider recruit, Ray, is found in a state of abject slavery and possessed of combat skills at parity with his potential for diction.
2023.03.28 19:27 kaammo ENC1102 Research: Have you or someone you know ever had a Near-Death Experience? (NDE)
Hey everyone, I’m currently working on a research project for my ENC1102 class this semester about how people communicate changes after having a near death experience.
Last month, I fell unconscious on the way home from campus and woke up to a voice telling me to “go back” and an impact with a tree at around 35-40 mph. I narrowly avoided death in numerous ways, and almost drowned inside a large lake near where I live if I didn’t hit this tree. Since that day I’ve decided that my research project for this semester will be about people who have had near death experiences and how they’ve affected them personally.
The only problem is, finding individuals that have had any experiences are difficult, and i can’t post about this in the NDE subreddit.
If you or anyone else that you know has had an NDE, and would like to be a part of my primary research collection, it would be very much appreciated. No information would be shared outside of personal DM communication. I just need to turn this in to the professor lol.
For anyone that’s read all the way through, thank you for your time, and have a great day! :D
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Last month, I fell unconscious on the way home from campus and woke up to a voice telling me to “go back” and an impact with a tree at around 35-40 mph. I narrowly avoided death in numerous ways, and almost drowned inside a large lake near where I live if I didn’t hit this tree. Since that day I’ve decided that my research project for this semester will be about people who have had near death experiences and how they’ve affected them personally.
The only problem is, finding individuals that have had any experiences are difficult, and i can’t post about this in the NDE subreddit.
If you or anyone else that you know has had an NDE, and would like to be a part of my primary research collection, it would be very much appreciated. No information would be shared outside of personal DM communication. I just need to turn this in to the professor lol.
For anyone that’s read all the way through, thank you for your time, and have a great day! :D
2023.03.28 19:27 Old_Growth_2648 I encouraged my friend to follow his dreams. Now I wish I hadn't. Part 1.
You know the feeling when an old friend whom you haven’t been in touch with for ages, suddenly texts out of the blue? Why now? Where the hell have they been? Do they genuinely want to get back in contact? Do you?
I had received a whole flurry of texts from various people a few nights ago, which was in itself rather disconcerting for a more-or-less confirmed hermit like me. Or at least, a hermit compared to most other guys my age. Presumably the stars had alighted perfectly for once, or something, prompting a number of my fellow-humans to reach out to me all at the same time. I would’ve found it easier to cope if such communications were more spread out, as it were. That’s me. Never satisfied.
Anyway, I scanned the list automatically registering the names: Tom, Becca, Cody, Devon, Lyn. Plus a bunch of messages from a friendship group that for some unfathomable reason I was part of. I didn’t regard or want them as friends but I hadn’t the guts to tell them that, or even just leave. Yeah, I know. Weak.
I looked through the messages.
Becca: Hey. Wanna catch up this weekend?
Tom: Sorry to dump this on you man (cue a whole long sob story)
Lyn: My dear Jay, how are you? Sorry I haven’t been in touch for a while. Hope you’re keeping well.
Cody: Sending ……
Devon. Hi! Just giving you a heads-up (cue details of a big family meet-up)
Can you guess which of these messages shook me up the most?
Becca’s message, on the face of it, should’ve given me the most joy. She was a girl, and a rather pretty one at that, whom I had recently met at a party - a once-in-a-blue-moon event by my standards. Pretty girls were a species I scarcely ever encountered these days, and I couldn’t tell if she really wanted to get together with me in any meaningful way or not. Evidently my radar concerning such matters was all messed up. But I have to admit her message didn’t stir up as many emotions as the others’.
Tom’s annoyed the hell out of me. He was a work colleague who rarely ever stooped to directly communicate with me but now he was asking me to come in next day – my day off – on a matter of life and death apparently. Devon was a cousin of some sort (I had never quite figured out the exact relationship) inviting me to a family gathering - such family as I still had - in a months’ time. To be fair, he had given me plenty of warning, and I should be able to get my excuses in. Lyn was a sweet old lady who had been a friend and neighbor for years. She evidently saw herself in some kind of mother role towards me, a substitute for the parents I had never really had, and I was grateful for that, but we didn’t keep up as often as we once had since I had moved out of my home district and into my current apartment.
And Cody. The old friend reaching out after almost a year.
It had to be. I didn’t know many other Codys, and it was his old number.
I just sat there for a few moments, the phone in my hand. It was an odd and unexpected message to say the least but before I set myself to ponder just what it could mean I began to reminisce, naturally, over the old days. Cody and I had met in our teens, when we had some unfortunate experiences in common. But I hadn’t seen much of him in the last three years, and the last time I had seen him had been at his homecoming, eighteen months ago. His homecoming from prison.
It had all begun with that damn fool writing group. I mean, the counselling or support or whatever you want to call it, that goes around recommending writing therapy to people. People that are supposed to be in need of such a thing. People like Cody Erhardt. And, to a lesser extent, me.
Do you really want me to go into the background of it all? Let me just summarize by saying that we were a classic pair of troubled teens, from broken, unloving (etc, etc) homes. Our stories were no different from a hundred thousand others. And we didn’t want to attend counselling. But finally, more out of curiosity than anything else, we did. That was where we first met.
To everyone’s surprise Cody rather took to the writing suggestion when it came up. Honestly you wouldn’t have thought it to look at him. The saying ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ seemed particularly apposite in this case. Nothing bookish about him at all, never had been. I would have thought that writing would be the last thing on earth he would ever want to be involved in. He was too good-looking for one thing. Not that writers can’t be good-looking I suppose. But anyway, I’m drifting off the point. Evidently there was something that had long been hidden in him, a vein of creativity that took off at the slightest encouragement.
At first, I ribbed him a little about the dangers of ending up as a cringy poet or something. But poetry wasn’t his thing. Nor journaling either. Instead the damned group set him afire with the idea of writing stories. Actual stories. And admittedly there was enough material in his life already to set him up. Family dysfunction, substance abuse, dropping out of high school, girlfriend troubles, even a magnificent RTA. Even though we trod similar paths his life had already been crammed with far more significant incident than mine. Whoever heard of a writer with the first name Cody, though? I sure as hell hadn’t. No doubt I’m being too judgemental again but it didn’t seem a literary name to me at all. Maybe he could set a precedent.
As for me, I would be his agent. I wasn’t bitten by the literary bug myself, as such. I just wanted to get involved on the mercenary side of things.
(Yet here I am telling this story – his story, mainly.)
The long and short of it is, I encouraged him to write when no one else did. The writing group fever might have worn off soon enough otherwise, but it was I who kept egging him on.
But before he really got down to it, he said, he had to find even more material. More incident, ever more vivid, dramatic. At least that’s what he believed, but I was of the private opinion that he was in danger of becoming a flat-out bore.
Not long after the counselling sessions, Cody embarked upon a totally wild career. Fights/injuries, a deliberate smash-up this time, and dedicated drug-dealing, not just taking. And only I understood why he was doing these things. Collecting more writing material, to make a sensational novel. Everyone else said, or at least intimated, that it was just the predictable result of his upbringing. I did try to get him to tone things down a bit, but evidently I didn’t try nearly hard enough. I blame myself now for that of course. Before he got too out of control, though, some prison time intervened, as the courts did not look sympathetically on his writing alibi.
He didn’t seem to mind prison at all, in fact he welcomed it as it gave him the chance to get on with his writing. And of course prison life itself furnished him with more material. The best thing, when he came to write it all properly, would be that all this colorful stuff would have the ring of absolute authenticity. He had literally lived all this shit. There would be genuine conviction in every word.
And yet, you know, he still wasn’t quite satisfied.
‘I want to write something original,’ he confided to me seriously on one of my visits.
To be honest, that would be quite an agreeable turn for his literary career to take, and I said so, as tactfully as possible. He shook his head.
‘I don’t mean just – unusual, or offbeat, or anything. That’s what you’re thinking, right?’
I shrugged. ‘Well –‘
There was a faraway look in his eyes. ‘I mean – something really original. Something that literally no one has ever written before. Not ever.’
‘Well, that’s probably impossible,’ I pointed out. ‘There’s nothing new under the sun. Didn’t someone say that over 2000 years ago? And that probably holds truer for literature than anything else,’ I added, rather caustically.
He looked at me with his piercing dark eyes, and grinned suddenly. ‘You were the only one who ever really encouraged me to write. You’ll be the first to get my manuscript when it’s done.’
It sounded less of a promise than a threat, I thought, although no doubt he meant it kindly, in the spirit of our old friendship.
‘Well, thanks,’ I said, trying to make it sound enthusiastic.
‘You’ll see – when I get it all into shape.’
I wondered how many more years that would take, but didn’t say it aloud. Instead, I smiled back. ‘Sure. Look forward to it.’ I added jokingly, ‘Surprise me.’
Like I said, the last time I’d seen him was at his homecoming from prison, arranged by his official girlfriend at the time (a different one to when he’d gone in). Her name was Sophie Redmond and she wasn’t over-friendly, at least to me, but she seemed smitten enough with Cody. During the meal, I sat on one side of him while she sat on the other, and I tried to gauge mentally where he was at. There was something different about him now. That was what prison life can do to you, was my first thought, naturally. But actually, as far as I could gather nothing very terrible had happened and he hadn’t been in for the worst kind of offences anyway. It was just that he seemed more distant than formerly. I asked him about the writing of course. That was the one thing that seemed to jolt him out of his reverie.
‘Going good, thanks,’ he replied shortly. I couldn’t help but feel I had hit a nerve.
‘Got any original ideas?’ I more than half-suspected he hadn’t managed to get anything down at all.
‘You’ll see it when it’s time,’ was all he would say.
And that was the last time I’d seen him. For some reason our once-solid friendship didn’t seem so solid after all. Perhaps his current girlfriend was the hawk-type that kept her claws (not to mention her beak) in him, preventing him from seeing his old friends and all, but then he wasn’t the type to be dominated by anyone. There was just … something on his mind. Not really a matter of re-adjusting to life outside of prison, either, he hadn’t been in that long (he’d served less than two years of a four-year stretch). Maybe he really was just preoccupied with the idea of writing something genuinely original.
In any case, I wasn’t in too much of a hurry to see him again. Mainly, because I regretted ever having encouraged his writing delusions. I’d long ago stopped expecting to make any kind of money out of any kind of literary project, of course, that had only ever been a youthful fantasy. But I regretted ever having encouraged him in his writing when he did all those stupid things just to get his material. Although now he was going to try for something original. Wonder how that would turn out? Anyway, I was happy to give him some space for a while.
And now he was in touch again.
I sat irresolutely for a while, then texted my reply.
Cody! What’s up my man? Long time!!
Reading it over, my message had the odd effect of seeming both effusive and stilted at the same time. That was how I felt about Cody’s sudden re-appearance (in a manner of speaking) after so long.
I waited for his reply. None came. I sent a couple more messages, without result. I tried calling, and the line rang out.
He was playing the cryptic game.
The first sense of unease settled on me but I shook it off impatiently. Mainly I just felt rather bamboozled. And I was being rather slow, because it wasn’t until I went out into the hall, to check my front door was locked, and I saw something lying on the mat, that it hit me just what Cody was on about.
‘Sending’ could only mean one thing, from Cody. All this time he’d been working like a real hermit, shut away in his ivory tower getting his material into shape. And now he had sent his first manuscript to me! Trust him to do it this way, in so sudden and dramatic a fashion. I didn’t know how I felt being the recipient. Mixed emotions for sure. I would have to be honest. But I wasn’t a literary expert. But he knew that anyway. It was just because of our old friendship.
But on stooping to the mat, I saw that ‘manuscript’ was rather a glorified description. It was literally just one sheet of paper – rather thick and rough to be sure, more like an artist’s canvas actually. Although of course a manuscript could just be one sheet, but still… And was this all he had come up with after his seclusion?
I did it.
Hell to the yeah
Watch me burn, man. I’m hot.
That was what I read, in what certainly looked like Cody’s handwriting, but at the time I hardly registered the words, because I had noticed something else that made me gasp. The paper was spattered with what looked, and smelled, uncommonly like dried blood.
I groaned aloud. Was this meant to be some type of artwork! Cryptic messages! And sending his manuscript like this in this ominous fashion, so that it arrived late at night. Damn Cody. He just couldn’t stop with the cliches. He’d made sure to set it up like a goddammed stupid fucking horror movie.
The feeling of unease was strong upon me now. I checked outside my apartment but all was quiet. So he’d come all the way to post it, and then just left before he could be seen? Goddam him.
Shaking my head, I went back to examining the ‘manuscript’.
Those stains – were they actually blood? I’m not exactly a forensic expert but like I said they really did seem to be. Well as long as it was his own blood and no-one else’s, I thought moodily. And not a goddam cat’s or anything, either. But surely he had never been the type to go around sacrificing cats, or was I being too hopeful?
And then I started worrying about the amount of blood. True, the paper wasn’t soaked in it or anything, and the actual writing was just in ordinary blue ink. But the presence of the red stuff on any significant level naturally set alarm bells ringing. Holy shit, what had he cut?
And what did the writing mean? What the hell was it all about?
I checked my phone again. No more messages, of any kind, from anyone.
I just stood for a while, wondering what the hell to do. I even began to think that maybe I should call the police, or something.
But, in the event, it was the police who contacted me.
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I had received a whole flurry of texts from various people a few nights ago, which was in itself rather disconcerting for a more-or-less confirmed hermit like me. Or at least, a hermit compared to most other guys my age. Presumably the stars had alighted perfectly for once, or something, prompting a number of my fellow-humans to reach out to me all at the same time. I would’ve found it easier to cope if such communications were more spread out, as it were. That’s me. Never satisfied.
Anyway, I scanned the list automatically registering the names: Tom, Becca, Cody, Devon, Lyn. Plus a bunch of messages from a friendship group that for some unfathomable reason I was part of. I didn’t regard or want them as friends but I hadn’t the guts to tell them that, or even just leave. Yeah, I know. Weak.
I looked through the messages.
Becca: Hey. Wanna catch up this weekend?
Tom: Sorry to dump this on you man (cue a whole long sob story)
Lyn: My dear Jay, how are you? Sorry I haven’t been in touch for a while. Hope you’re keeping well.
Cody: Sending ……
Devon. Hi! Just giving you a heads-up (cue details of a big family meet-up)
Can you guess which of these messages shook me up the most?
Becca’s message, on the face of it, should’ve given me the most joy. She was a girl, and a rather pretty one at that, whom I had recently met at a party - a once-in-a-blue-moon event by my standards. Pretty girls were a species I scarcely ever encountered these days, and I couldn’t tell if she really wanted to get together with me in any meaningful way or not. Evidently my radar concerning such matters was all messed up. But I have to admit her message didn’t stir up as many emotions as the others’.
Tom’s annoyed the hell out of me. He was a work colleague who rarely ever stooped to directly communicate with me but now he was asking me to come in next day – my day off – on a matter of life and death apparently. Devon was a cousin of some sort (I had never quite figured out the exact relationship) inviting me to a family gathering - such family as I still had - in a months’ time. To be fair, he had given me plenty of warning, and I should be able to get my excuses in. Lyn was a sweet old lady who had been a friend and neighbor for years. She evidently saw herself in some kind of mother role towards me, a substitute for the parents I had never really had, and I was grateful for that, but we didn’t keep up as often as we once had since I had moved out of my home district and into my current apartment.
And Cody. The old friend reaching out after almost a year.
It had to be. I didn’t know many other Codys, and it was his old number.
I just sat there for a few moments, the phone in my hand. It was an odd and unexpected message to say the least but before I set myself to ponder just what it could mean I began to reminisce, naturally, over the old days. Cody and I had met in our teens, when we had some unfortunate experiences in common. But I hadn’t seen much of him in the last three years, and the last time I had seen him had been at his homecoming, eighteen months ago. His homecoming from prison.
It had all begun with that damn fool writing group. I mean, the counselling or support or whatever you want to call it, that goes around recommending writing therapy to people. People that are supposed to be in need of such a thing. People like Cody Erhardt. And, to a lesser extent, me.
Do you really want me to go into the background of it all? Let me just summarize by saying that we were a classic pair of troubled teens, from broken, unloving (etc, etc) homes. Our stories were no different from a hundred thousand others. And we didn’t want to attend counselling. But finally, more out of curiosity than anything else, we did. That was where we first met.
To everyone’s surprise Cody rather took to the writing suggestion when it came up. Honestly you wouldn’t have thought it to look at him. The saying ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ seemed particularly apposite in this case. Nothing bookish about him at all, never had been. I would have thought that writing would be the last thing on earth he would ever want to be involved in. He was too good-looking for one thing. Not that writers can’t be good-looking I suppose. But anyway, I’m drifting off the point. Evidently there was something that had long been hidden in him, a vein of creativity that took off at the slightest encouragement.
At first, I ribbed him a little about the dangers of ending up as a cringy poet or something. But poetry wasn’t his thing. Nor journaling either. Instead the damned group set him afire with the idea of writing stories. Actual stories. And admittedly there was enough material in his life already to set him up. Family dysfunction, substance abuse, dropping out of high school, girlfriend troubles, even a magnificent RTA. Even though we trod similar paths his life had already been crammed with far more significant incident than mine. Whoever heard of a writer with the first name Cody, though? I sure as hell hadn’t. No doubt I’m being too judgemental again but it didn’t seem a literary name to me at all. Maybe he could set a precedent.
As for me, I would be his agent. I wasn’t bitten by the literary bug myself, as such. I just wanted to get involved on the mercenary side of things.
(Yet here I am telling this story – his story, mainly.)
The long and short of it is, I encouraged him to write when no one else did. The writing group fever might have worn off soon enough otherwise, but it was I who kept egging him on.
But before he really got down to it, he said, he had to find even more material. More incident, ever more vivid, dramatic. At least that’s what he believed, but I was of the private opinion that he was in danger of becoming a flat-out bore.
Not long after the counselling sessions, Cody embarked upon a totally wild career. Fights/injuries, a deliberate smash-up this time, and dedicated drug-dealing, not just taking. And only I understood why he was doing these things. Collecting more writing material, to make a sensational novel. Everyone else said, or at least intimated, that it was just the predictable result of his upbringing. I did try to get him to tone things down a bit, but evidently I didn’t try nearly hard enough. I blame myself now for that of course. Before he got too out of control, though, some prison time intervened, as the courts did not look sympathetically on his writing alibi.
He didn’t seem to mind prison at all, in fact he welcomed it as it gave him the chance to get on with his writing. And of course prison life itself furnished him with more material. The best thing, when he came to write it all properly, would be that all this colorful stuff would have the ring of absolute authenticity. He had literally lived all this shit. There would be genuine conviction in every word.
And yet, you know, he still wasn’t quite satisfied.
‘I want to write something original,’ he confided to me seriously on one of my visits.
To be honest, that would be quite an agreeable turn for his literary career to take, and I said so, as tactfully as possible. He shook his head.
‘I don’t mean just – unusual, or offbeat, or anything. That’s what you’re thinking, right?’
I shrugged. ‘Well –‘
There was a faraway look in his eyes. ‘I mean – something really original. Something that literally no one has ever written before. Not ever.’
‘Well, that’s probably impossible,’ I pointed out. ‘There’s nothing new under the sun. Didn’t someone say that over 2000 years ago? And that probably holds truer for literature than anything else,’ I added, rather caustically.
He looked at me with his piercing dark eyes, and grinned suddenly. ‘You were the only one who ever really encouraged me to write. You’ll be the first to get my manuscript when it’s done.’
It sounded less of a promise than a threat, I thought, although no doubt he meant it kindly, in the spirit of our old friendship.
‘Well, thanks,’ I said, trying to make it sound enthusiastic.
‘You’ll see – when I get it all into shape.’
I wondered how many more years that would take, but didn’t say it aloud. Instead, I smiled back. ‘Sure. Look forward to it.’ I added jokingly, ‘Surprise me.’
Like I said, the last time I’d seen him was at his homecoming from prison, arranged by his official girlfriend at the time (a different one to when he’d gone in). Her name was Sophie Redmond and she wasn’t over-friendly, at least to me, but she seemed smitten enough with Cody. During the meal, I sat on one side of him while she sat on the other, and I tried to gauge mentally where he was at. There was something different about him now. That was what prison life can do to you, was my first thought, naturally. But actually, as far as I could gather nothing very terrible had happened and he hadn’t been in for the worst kind of offences anyway. It was just that he seemed more distant than formerly. I asked him about the writing of course. That was the one thing that seemed to jolt him out of his reverie.
‘Going good, thanks,’ he replied shortly. I couldn’t help but feel I had hit a nerve.
‘Got any original ideas?’ I more than half-suspected he hadn’t managed to get anything down at all.
‘You’ll see it when it’s time,’ was all he would say.
And that was the last time I’d seen him. For some reason our once-solid friendship didn’t seem so solid after all. Perhaps his current girlfriend was the hawk-type that kept her claws (not to mention her beak) in him, preventing him from seeing his old friends and all, but then he wasn’t the type to be dominated by anyone. There was just … something on his mind. Not really a matter of re-adjusting to life outside of prison, either, he hadn’t been in that long (he’d served less than two years of a four-year stretch). Maybe he really was just preoccupied with the idea of writing something genuinely original.
In any case, I wasn’t in too much of a hurry to see him again. Mainly, because I regretted ever having encouraged his writing delusions. I’d long ago stopped expecting to make any kind of money out of any kind of literary project, of course, that had only ever been a youthful fantasy. But I regretted ever having encouraged him in his writing when he did all those stupid things just to get his material. Although now he was going to try for something original. Wonder how that would turn out? Anyway, I was happy to give him some space for a while.
And now he was in touch again.
I sat irresolutely for a while, then texted my reply.
Cody! What’s up my man? Long time!!
Reading it over, my message had the odd effect of seeming both effusive and stilted at the same time. That was how I felt about Cody’s sudden re-appearance (in a manner of speaking) after so long.
I waited for his reply. None came. I sent a couple more messages, without result. I tried calling, and the line rang out.
He was playing the cryptic game.
The first sense of unease settled on me but I shook it off impatiently. Mainly I just felt rather bamboozled. And I was being rather slow, because it wasn’t until I went out into the hall, to check my front door was locked, and I saw something lying on the mat, that it hit me just what Cody was on about.
‘Sending’ could only mean one thing, from Cody. All this time he’d been working like a real hermit, shut away in his ivory tower getting his material into shape. And now he had sent his first manuscript to me! Trust him to do it this way, in so sudden and dramatic a fashion. I didn’t know how I felt being the recipient. Mixed emotions for sure. I would have to be honest. But I wasn’t a literary expert. But he knew that anyway. It was just because of our old friendship.
But on stooping to the mat, I saw that ‘manuscript’ was rather a glorified description. It was literally just one sheet of paper – rather thick and rough to be sure, more like an artist’s canvas actually. Although of course a manuscript could just be one sheet, but still… And was this all he had come up with after his seclusion?
I did it.
Hell to the yeah
Watch me burn, man. I’m hot.
That was what I read, in what certainly looked like Cody’s handwriting, but at the time I hardly registered the words, because I had noticed something else that made me gasp. The paper was spattered with what looked, and smelled, uncommonly like dried blood.
I groaned aloud. Was this meant to be some type of artwork! Cryptic messages! And sending his manuscript like this in this ominous fashion, so that it arrived late at night. Damn Cody. He just couldn’t stop with the cliches. He’d made sure to set it up like a goddammed stupid fucking horror movie.
The feeling of unease was strong upon me now. I checked outside my apartment but all was quiet. So he’d come all the way to post it, and then just left before he could be seen? Goddam him.
Shaking my head, I went back to examining the ‘manuscript’.
Those stains – were they actually blood? I’m not exactly a forensic expert but like I said they really did seem to be. Well as long as it was his own blood and no-one else’s, I thought moodily. And not a goddam cat’s or anything, either. But surely he had never been the type to go around sacrificing cats, or was I being too hopeful?
And then I started worrying about the amount of blood. True, the paper wasn’t soaked in it or anything, and the actual writing was just in ordinary blue ink. But the presence of the red stuff on any significant level naturally set alarm bells ringing. Holy shit, what had he cut?
And what did the writing mean? What the hell was it all about?
I checked my phone again. No more messages, of any kind, from anyone.
I just stood for a while, wondering what the hell to do. I even began to think that maybe I should call the police, or something.
But, in the event, it was the police who contacted me.
2023.03.28 19:27 Secret_Life_Shh "Sure! Call the land owner!"
So, when I was 13; I was really into snowboarding so every chance I got, I was out doing that in winter. (Though in recent years, I could do so in July.) There was one huge hill that was open to anyone, everyone all year long so long as they didn't cut trees or wreck the place. This hill was located on a plot of land in the woods that, a few months prior to this event, had gone from being "For sale" to "Bought by my uncles to keep it from being bulldozed." Nobody really knew these men were my uncles because we all have different last names and my dad's family is HUGE. That comes up again later...
one of the parents said that myself/anybody who wasn't a baby in a sled had no right to be there as we were "Too big and violent" to be using that hill and generally let the kids steal or otherwise damage the boards/skis or do things to drive everyone else away. I largely didn't care because when I went there, I just used my cheap $10 board that was built about as well as a plastic sled. (So I didn't have to carry my bigger, better one across town.) That, as you can imagine, pissed these Karens off more. I never really understood why they were so butt-hurt over it; they could take their kids sledding anywhere and there were even public roads that were shut down in winter because they were too dangerous to drive on that people used all the time as sled spots. (That were also much closer to home and safer because no tree-line to collide with, fallen logs, or chances of coyotes deciding their kids were snacks.)
After about a week of them constantly nagging and bitching, I finally said "Look; you can sled ANYWHERE you want! Me? Because some assholes decided to wreck property and trespass, I cannot even snowboard on my own property because the neighbors complain that 'I might break their fence' so unless I want to pay hundreds of dollars to go to some fancy resort, this is the ONLY place I can snowboard! On a plot of land half a mile wide, I'm fairly fucking certain we can all enjoy it!" I didn't wait for a response, I just went on down the hill (swerving to avoid all the kids who think laying down in the middle of a place everyone is skiing, snowboarding, or sledding is a good idea) and thought that would be it. But, as you can guess, I was wrong...
I was never the best at stopping so I stopped when I hit the trees; thankful that they were still rather bendy. Over the sounds of laughter and snow being shredded, I heard the Karen screaming and turned to see her at the top of the hill, pointing at me and calling me every name in the book. Apparently, she called her husband (who confirmed they lived nearby) and said that 1) I had threatened her, 2) I had called HER everything in the book, and 3) I was a grown adult. At 13, I was MAYBE 3'9 and looked like I was 10. (Her husband had to fight laughter when he saw me stomping back up the hill; wearing a hot pink "Barbie" snowsuit and carrying a cheap "Monster Energy"/black with electric green board under my arm.)
He asked what I had said, I repeated it and admitted I knew cursing was wrong but expressed how annoyed I was. He tried to calm his wife but she screamed more and said "I'M CALLING THE LAND OWNERS!" I smiled like the Cheshire Cat and told her "Go right ahead! I'll speak to them, too!" So she did and she launched into a huge rant; very animated with lots of flailing and hopping similar to an angry hen. Finally, when she starts losing steam, I can hear one of my uncles saying "I'll be right there; sit tight!" The shitty smile that spread across her face when she heard that...she sneered at me and said "I'm going to get you in sooo much trouble!" (Her husband had gathered the kids and told them to wait in the truck by then; he looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.)
After about 15 minutes, a truck pulled up and out hopped my uncles. They came over and spoke to the woman; I could tell they didn't 100% believe her but because this was THEIR land, if anything happened, they'd be on the hook for it. She got loud again and demanded I be "banned for life" and all that. They looked around and asked her to "Point to the dangerous and disrespectful woman" as clearly, I was the only one snowboarding that day. She huffed and grabbed me; giving me a shake as she shouted "THIS BITCH HERE!" Despite it being the middle of January, I swear I heard crickets as the wheels in their heads turned. (Knowing these men and how much like their own kid they saw me, it was mostly to keep from yeeting this woman into the sun.) Finally, one of them spoke:
"You mean our NIECE!?" Karen sputtered and tried to come up with some sort of response but, failed miserably. My uncles then gave her the choice: Leave now and come back in a couple days (they'd drive by to make sure she stayed away). OR Continue acting how she was and they'd press charges on her to have her banned and charged with assault for grabbing me as well as being on the hook for any damages her kids caused to anybodies gear. (Apparently they'd been getting calls but nobody knew her name so the cops couldn't do anything.)
She huffed and stormed off, her husband following and looking like a beat dog. She never did come back...
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one of the parents said that myself/anybody who wasn't a baby in a sled had no right to be there as we were "Too big and violent" to be using that hill and generally let the kids steal or otherwise damage the boards/skis or do things to drive everyone else away. I largely didn't care because when I went there, I just used my cheap $10 board that was built about as well as a plastic sled. (So I didn't have to carry my bigger, better one across town.) That, as you can imagine, pissed these Karens off more. I never really understood why they were so butt-hurt over it; they could take their kids sledding anywhere and there were even public roads that were shut down in winter because they were too dangerous to drive on that people used all the time as sled spots. (That were also much closer to home and safer because no tree-line to collide with, fallen logs, or chances of coyotes deciding their kids were snacks.)
After about a week of them constantly nagging and bitching, I finally said "Look; you can sled ANYWHERE you want! Me? Because some assholes decided to wreck property and trespass, I cannot even snowboard on my own property because the neighbors complain that 'I might break their fence' so unless I want to pay hundreds of dollars to go to some fancy resort, this is the ONLY place I can snowboard! On a plot of land half a mile wide, I'm fairly fucking certain we can all enjoy it!" I didn't wait for a response, I just went on down the hill (swerving to avoid all the kids who think laying down in the middle of a place everyone is skiing, snowboarding, or sledding is a good idea) and thought that would be it. But, as you can guess, I was wrong...
I was never the best at stopping so I stopped when I hit the trees; thankful that they were still rather bendy. Over the sounds of laughter and snow being shredded, I heard the Karen screaming and turned to see her at the top of the hill, pointing at me and calling me every name in the book. Apparently, she called her husband (who confirmed they lived nearby) and said that 1) I had threatened her, 2) I had called HER everything in the book, and 3) I was a grown adult. At 13, I was MAYBE 3'9 and looked like I was 10. (Her husband had to fight laughter when he saw me stomping back up the hill; wearing a hot pink "Barbie" snowsuit and carrying a cheap "Monster Energy"/black with electric green board under my arm.)
He asked what I had said, I repeated it and admitted I knew cursing was wrong but expressed how annoyed I was. He tried to calm his wife but she screamed more and said "I'M CALLING THE LAND OWNERS!" I smiled like the Cheshire Cat and told her "Go right ahead! I'll speak to them, too!" So she did and she launched into a huge rant; very animated with lots of flailing and hopping similar to an angry hen. Finally, when she starts losing steam, I can hear one of my uncles saying "I'll be right there; sit tight!" The shitty smile that spread across her face when she heard that...she sneered at me and said "I'm going to get you in sooo much trouble!" (Her husband had gathered the kids and told them to wait in the truck by then; he looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.)
After about 15 minutes, a truck pulled up and out hopped my uncles. They came over and spoke to the woman; I could tell they didn't 100% believe her but because this was THEIR land, if anything happened, they'd be on the hook for it. She got loud again and demanded I be "banned for life" and all that. They looked around and asked her to "Point to the dangerous and disrespectful woman" as clearly, I was the only one snowboarding that day. She huffed and grabbed me; giving me a shake as she shouted "THIS BITCH HERE!" Despite it being the middle of January, I swear I heard crickets as the wheels in their heads turned. (Knowing these men and how much like their own kid they saw me, it was mostly to keep from yeeting this woman into the sun.) Finally, one of them spoke:
"You mean our NIECE!?" Karen sputtered and tried to come up with some sort of response but, failed miserably. My uncles then gave her the choice: Leave now and come back in a couple days (they'd drive by to make sure she stayed away). OR Continue acting how she was and they'd press charges on her to have her banned and charged with assault for grabbing me as well as being on the hook for any damages her kids caused to anybodies gear. (Apparently they'd been getting calls but nobody knew her name so the cops couldn't do anything.)
She huffed and stormed off, her husband following and looking like a beat dog. She never did come back...
2023.03.28 19:27 stecki84 Day 60 - found real new motivation in my life
Hi everyone, this ist my day 60 post :) In the last 2 months I visited this sub daily and your posts gave me the strength to keep this nocaf thing going. I hope this post will help someone of you to survive the day! I'm 38 years old, drank about 5 big cups of coffee per day and for the last 10 years I tried to stop, but I failed again and again. What brougth me back to coffee was the need to work and earn money. Withdrawal made me a zombie without motivation, even after months.
In my early 20s, coffee was not a big thing for me. I drank a lot and without it my univerity and business career would have been impossible. I didn't like my studies and I didn't like my jobs, but coffee made me a working machine. When I was about 28, things started to change - coffee began to make me more and more tremulant, sleepless, anxious, aggressive etc. until the side effects totally dominated my life in a vicious circle of bad sleep and evil side effects. My social life suffered, my longterm girlfriend left me because I was stressed and aggressive all the time. I lost many friends and for the last 5 years I lived like a unhappy hermit. That nearly killed me because I'm a very social person that needs human contact.
60 days ago I became a heavy gastritis, the third time in 6 months. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy :( The doctor told me, I have to stop drinking coffee or otherwise I will have gastric ulcer in a few years. So I sweared to myself, this time I will stop it forever. As always the first 4 weeks were hard withdrawal time. Since that the only 2 remaining symptoms were sleep problems and lack of motivation. But all the other symptoms disappeared. The most important is for me, that I started to enjoy speaking to other people again. I found new friends and reactivated old friends, what made my private life much more happy.
But what still bothered me is the lack of motivation at work. I realized that I don't like my profession, I always worked as a sales guy and project manager for greedy and soulless companys. Since 3 years I also have to work at home most of the time, looking into my laptop 8 hours a day, what really aggravated the hermit thing. So, a week ago I decided to change things completely. I applied for a job at a facility for people with mental disabilities, because in my new working life I want to help other people. They invited me to visit them for a whole day, just to see what it means to work there. I don't know what they expected, but I loved it so much, I didn't want to leave! I would earn less money there but as long as I can survive financially, I don't mind. Just to be happy in my life and to feel joy at work, that's whats I want. They will tell me this friday if I get the job :)
I have the theory that lasting lack of motivation is not a result of caffeine withdrawal, it's just getting obvious when you loose your stimulant. If you want to motivate yourself for doing a job you don't like, caffeine is your best bet. I don't want to tell everybody to retire their jobs and to care for people with disabilities (althouh that would make the world a much better place). But when you still have motivation problems one month after you stopped coffee, then ask yourself if there could be a job out there, that would motivate you to do it without any stimulant. When you can do that job without having to starve, than go for it. You only live once!
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In my early 20s, coffee was not a big thing for me. I drank a lot and without it my univerity and business career would have been impossible. I didn't like my studies and I didn't like my jobs, but coffee made me a working machine. When I was about 28, things started to change - coffee began to make me more and more tremulant, sleepless, anxious, aggressive etc. until the side effects totally dominated my life in a vicious circle of bad sleep and evil side effects. My social life suffered, my longterm girlfriend left me because I was stressed and aggressive all the time. I lost many friends and for the last 5 years I lived like a unhappy hermit. That nearly killed me because I'm a very social person that needs human contact.
60 days ago I became a heavy gastritis, the third time in 6 months. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy :( The doctor told me, I have to stop drinking coffee or otherwise I will have gastric ulcer in a few years. So I sweared to myself, this time I will stop it forever. As always the first 4 weeks were hard withdrawal time. Since that the only 2 remaining symptoms were sleep problems and lack of motivation. But all the other symptoms disappeared. The most important is for me, that I started to enjoy speaking to other people again. I found new friends and reactivated old friends, what made my private life much more happy.
But what still bothered me is the lack of motivation at work. I realized that I don't like my profession, I always worked as a sales guy and project manager for greedy and soulless companys. Since 3 years I also have to work at home most of the time, looking into my laptop 8 hours a day, what really aggravated the hermit thing. So, a week ago I decided to change things completely. I applied for a job at a facility for people with mental disabilities, because in my new working life I want to help other people. They invited me to visit them for a whole day, just to see what it means to work there. I don't know what they expected, but I loved it so much, I didn't want to leave! I would earn less money there but as long as I can survive financially, I don't mind. Just to be happy in my life and to feel joy at work, that's whats I want. They will tell me this friday if I get the job :)
I have the theory that lasting lack of motivation is not a result of caffeine withdrawal, it's just getting obvious when you loose your stimulant. If you want to motivate yourself for doing a job you don't like, caffeine is your best bet. I don't want to tell everybody to retire their jobs and to care for people with disabilities (althouh that would make the world a much better place). But when you still have motivation problems one month after you stopped coffee, then ask yourself if there could be a job out there, that would motivate you to do it without any stimulant. When you can do that job without having to starve, than go for it. You only live once!
2023.03.28 19:26 ImPrahlad 3 Best Cheap Offshore VPS Hosting Servers - Top Picks
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2023.03.28 19:26 TwinInfinite Getting put through the wringer by base housing move-out costs. Am I screwed or do I have a leg to stand on to challenge?
Inb4: Hue you're mad you go charged for a pigsty
And no, it's not about cleaning up poop or unwashed floors.
2 kids grew up in my house during the time I was there. That meant lots of crayons and stickers - which can be hard to get off cleanly and oft times popped up faster than I could remove before the little gremlins could find more to put up (people love giving little kids these things randomly...). The intention, obviously, was to remove them - but my entire move timeline got sidelined by car troubles and other high priority items. So come move out day, there was still crayons on some walls (mostly kids room and a hallway where thr scribbling was the worst) and stickers on the fridge & dishwasher.
I asked the inspector about this on inspection day and she downplayed it hard. I could have taken extra time (which would have put severe strain on other aspects of the move, and so was not something i wanted to do if it wasnt super necessary) - but I was worried about damaging the walls in my rush and was overwhelmed and just wanted out.
"Don't worry, we remove that all the time, it won't be much" turned into $400 PER WALL. Then they charged an additional 1.6k to repaint the house. That seems like double dipping to me! And for the stickers they are charging the value of the whole fridge and dishwasher - thousands of dollars. For... stickers?
The kicker is that there was an elbow sized hole in the wall (tripped over my larger dog, braced fall against the wall) which only ran me... $30. Like, it feels like I could have just knocked holes in the walls where my kid scribbled the hardest and been charged so much less!
I've already called them and raised my concerns but everyone is busy/at meetings. I'm halfway to my next base and was expecting around 1.5k for repainting plus a little extra for other minor repairs (said hole in wall plus some other little things I didn't notice had broke due to being out-of-sight). But they ran me up nearly 5x that amount.
My Q to the community is: do I even have a leg to stand on contesting this? I -can- pay out without getting put in financial straits (I manage my money well) - but I really don't want to. It feels less like they are charging fair value for repairs and more like I'm getting wrung for every cent they can.
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And no, it's not about cleaning up poop or unwashed floors.
2 kids grew up in my house during the time I was there. That meant lots of crayons and stickers - which can be hard to get off cleanly and oft times popped up faster than I could remove before the little gremlins could find more to put up (people love giving little kids these things randomly...). The intention, obviously, was to remove them - but my entire move timeline got sidelined by car troubles and other high priority items. So come move out day, there was still crayons on some walls (mostly kids room and a hallway where thr scribbling was the worst) and stickers on the fridge & dishwasher.
I asked the inspector about this on inspection day and she downplayed it hard. I could have taken extra time (which would have put severe strain on other aspects of the move, and so was not something i wanted to do if it wasnt super necessary) - but I was worried about damaging the walls in my rush and was overwhelmed and just wanted out.
"Don't worry, we remove that all the time, it won't be much" turned into $400 PER WALL. Then they charged an additional 1.6k to repaint the house. That seems like double dipping to me! And for the stickers they are charging the value of the whole fridge and dishwasher - thousands of dollars. For... stickers?
The kicker is that there was an elbow sized hole in the wall (tripped over my larger dog, braced fall against the wall) which only ran me... $30. Like, it feels like I could have just knocked holes in the walls where my kid scribbled the hardest and been charged so much less!
I've already called them and raised my concerns but everyone is busy/at meetings. I'm halfway to my next base and was expecting around 1.5k for repainting plus a little extra for other minor repairs (said hole in wall plus some other little things I didn't notice had broke due to being out-of-sight). But they ran me up nearly 5x that amount.
My Q to the community is: do I even have a leg to stand on contesting this? I -can- pay out without getting put in financial straits (I manage my money well) - but I really don't want to. It feels less like they are charging fair value for repairs and more like I'm getting wrung for every cent they can.
2023.03.28 19:26 OhGodItBurns0069 Tempest of War in Tenth
I really like Tempest. It's my preferred way to play. I also really love the deck of cards and haven't gotten nearly the amount if use out if it i would have liked. While i am sure GW is just waiting to sell us another pack, I wanted to know how compatible the deck might be with 10th.
After reading the rules and the secondary missions, I think the current deck can be used with the new edition without any issue what so ever (given what we know).
Nothing in the ToW rules or the secondaries really keys off of 9th edition rules. In fact, 9th edition is never mentioned. The only potential awkwardness might come from the army mustering rules (everyone I know or follow just uses the current matched play rules for that anyway) and the Raise the Banners secondary. That is the only card that seems to have 9th specific language (ObSec) but it also allows for INFANTRY to complete it.
It appears to me, that from what we know right now, Tempest of War is fully 10tu compatible.
Anyone else think otherwise?
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After reading the rules and the secondary missions, I think the current deck can be used with the new edition without any issue what so ever (given what we know).
Nothing in the ToW rules or the secondaries really keys off of 9th edition rules. In fact, 9th edition is never mentioned. The only potential awkwardness might come from the army mustering rules (everyone I know or follow just uses the current matched play rules for that anyway) and the Raise the Banners secondary. That is the only card that seems to have 9th specific language (ObSec) but it also allows for INFANTRY to complete it.
It appears to me, that from what we know right now, Tempest of War is fully 10tu compatible.
Anyone else think otherwise?
2023.03.28 19:26 shored_ruins Can a police officer voluntarily choose not to arrest/prosecute a lawyer who has clearly and gravely broken the law?
When I was 15, I attended a rock concert with some friends. It ended late, and my legal guardian who I was in the care of came to pick me and my friends up, probably around midnight. Note that my guardian, at this point in time, was a mid-career lawyer (in-house counsel at a large corporation).
He was extremely intoxicated and non-verbal. He was swerving all over the highway and myself and my friends were very scared. Eventually, we forced him to take an exit after nearly colliding with multiple other vehicles. We called the police while they were still driving and, at the first red light, we jumped out of the car. Moments later, he pulled over the car and started walking down the street where we could no longer see him.
When the police arrived on the scene, he calmly approached the police on foot, and they exchanged some words. Then the police approached me and told me that they were clearly intoxicated and they didn't need to use a breathalyzer. However, they asked me if they should arrest him, something that has always struck me as odd.
Scared, I said no. And they let him go in a taxi, and they made him pay for a taxi home for myself and my friends.
On reflecting back on this memory, I'm having difficulty understanding what transpired. How could he not be arrested for this? What could have been said to the police? It's somewhat mind-boggling to look back on.
This happened in Ontario in 2010.
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He was extremely intoxicated and non-verbal. He was swerving all over the highway and myself and my friends were very scared. Eventually, we forced him to take an exit after nearly colliding with multiple other vehicles. We called the police while they were still driving and, at the first red light, we jumped out of the car. Moments later, he pulled over the car and started walking down the street where we could no longer see him.
When the police arrived on the scene, he calmly approached the police on foot, and they exchanged some words. Then the police approached me and told me that they were clearly intoxicated and they didn't need to use a breathalyzer. However, they asked me if they should arrest him, something that has always struck me as odd.
Scared, I said no. And they let him go in a taxi, and they made him pay for a taxi home for myself and my friends.
On reflecting back on this memory, I'm having difficulty understanding what transpired. How could he not be arrested for this? What could have been said to the police? It's somewhat mind-boggling to look back on.
This happened in Ontario in 2010.
2023.03.28 19:26 heartfelt_stuff PhD Studentship Application Advice (UK)
I'm considering applying for a PhD studentship next month in Psychology. I have a high 2.1 in Psychology undergrad and I'm on track for a distinction in my Psychology research masters. The studentship is for a project advertised by my current masters research supervisor which is really similar to the dissertation I'm currently working on for my masters, so she suggested I apply for it if I'm interested as I'll already be familiar with the topic and methods.
I'm still debating whether or not to apply but need to make a decision soon as the deadline is in a month. I think I'm worried that I won't stand a chance of getting it due to not having a First at undergrad and only having limited experience outside of uni (I have completed one psychology research internship in an unrelated area during undergrad, volunteered as an OCD peer support group volunteer, and have just accepted an internship offer for research role in a different department of the uni). I also have to provide 2 references which I think I may struggle with as they both need to be academic. I completed my undergrad nearly 5 years ago now so I'm not sure if my supervisor would remember me enough to write a good reference, and I know my current supervisor would write me a good one but the studentship is for her project so I doubt that would work. The only other person I can think to ask is the supervisor i had for my psychology internship, but I'll still need one more.
I only really want to do a PhD at my current uni as I have just bought a home so it would be a really good opportunity, I have just heard about how competitive it can be so I'm not sure if the issues I've mentioned above would hold me back too much. I'm also not sure how the selection process works as the project is funded by the SPCR research council but it would be working with my current supervisor, so not sure how much say she would have over the selection.
Do you think I stand a chance of getting the studentship if I apply? and is it appropriate to speak to my current supervisor about my concerns and ask for help with the research proposal etc?
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I'm still debating whether or not to apply but need to make a decision soon as the deadline is in a month. I think I'm worried that I won't stand a chance of getting it due to not having a First at undergrad and only having limited experience outside of uni (I have completed one psychology research internship in an unrelated area during undergrad, volunteered as an OCD peer support group volunteer, and have just accepted an internship offer for research role in a different department of the uni). I also have to provide 2 references which I think I may struggle with as they both need to be academic. I completed my undergrad nearly 5 years ago now so I'm not sure if my supervisor would remember me enough to write a good reference, and I know my current supervisor would write me a good one but the studentship is for her project so I doubt that would work. The only other person I can think to ask is the supervisor i had for my psychology internship, but I'll still need one more.
I only really want to do a PhD at my current uni as I have just bought a home so it would be a really good opportunity, I have just heard about how competitive it can be so I'm not sure if the issues I've mentioned above would hold me back too much. I'm also not sure how the selection process works as the project is funded by the SPCR research council but it would be working with my current supervisor, so not sure how much say she would have over the selection.
Do you think I stand a chance of getting the studentship if I apply? and is it appropriate to speak to my current supervisor about my concerns and ask for help with the research proposal etc?
2023.03.28 19:26 thaswhashesaid_ I just wanted you to choose me.
All I ever fucking wanted was that. Nothing more. Nothing less. It was just so hard for you to comprehend that. To just choose me when i chose you everyday in and out, even on my worst days i chose you. Yet you couldn’t once choose me over any other person. There always was someone better when im was in the equation. I was always lacking. Always could be better. I tried & yet it was no where near enough for anyone let alone you. I’m tired of trying to be something I’m not.
It would’ve been nice just once to have felt like your first choice and not one of many. That feeling is so fucking foreign to me I would’ve done anything to have felt it. I still would. I’m sick of being someone’s last choice. Someones backup plan. Someones “maybe”. I want to be IT. i want to be first choice. I want to be the first & only. But thats too much to ask for so I’ll settle in the background. Ill watch whilst everyone else gets chosen and im left behind.
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It would’ve been nice just once to have felt like your first choice and not one of many. That feeling is so fucking foreign to me I would’ve done anything to have felt it. I still would. I’m sick of being someone’s last choice. Someones backup plan. Someones “maybe”. I want to be IT. i want to be first choice. I want to be the first & only. But thats too much to ask for so I’ll settle in the background. Ill watch whilst everyone else gets chosen and im left behind.
2023.03.28 19:26 myDotaAltAccount What are you supposed to do in lane as pos3 if the enemy pos1 can kill you?
Was playing a game as p3 Necro against a PA and snapfire. Lane went really well for a while and then my support roamed to help other lanes when I was around lvl 4. At that point the PA and snap realized they could kill me. They kept back far enough that if I went into XP range they could kill me. Snap stayed near the hard camp so if I went to pull snap could stun me and then they'd be able to kill me. Asked for a rotation to help gank the PA but team was too busy to be able to help.
What am I supposed to do in this situation? Do I just give the lane to PA and go help another lane? Didn't feel like I could do too much without my ult. Should I have just been trying to soak XP best I can without contesting at all until 6 then roam? Looking for any advice, ideally not specific to Necro if possible.
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What am I supposed to do in this situation? Do I just give the lane to PA and go help another lane? Didn't feel like I could do too much without my ult. Should I have just been trying to soak XP best I can without contesting at all until 6 then roam? Looking for any advice, ideally not specific to Necro if possible.
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2023.03.28 19:25 myDotaAltAccount What are you supposed to do in lane as pos3 if the enemy pos1 can kill you?
Was playing a game as p3 Necro against a PA and snapfire. Lane went really well for a while and then my support roamed to help other lanes when I was around lvl 4. At that point the PA and snap realized they could kill me. They kept back far enough that if I went into XP range they could kill me. Snap stayed near the hard camp so if I went to pull snap could stun me and then they'd be able to kill me. Asked for a rotation to help gank the PA but team was too busy to be able to help.
What am I supposed to do in this situation? Do I just give the lane to PA and go help another lane? Didn't feel like I could do too much without my ult. Should I have just been trying to soak XP best I can without contesting at all until 6 then roam? Looking for any advice, ideally not specific to Necro if possible.
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What am I supposed to do in this situation? Do I just give the lane to PA and go help another lane? Didn't feel like I could do too much without my ult. Should I have just been trying to soak XP best I can without contesting at all until 6 then roam? Looking for any advice, ideally not specific to Necro if possible.
2023.03.28 19:24 ScorpioTix Roommate's Hoarding Stressing Me Out
I know there are probably lots of other forums but I feel comfortable here.
I live in a very small place with a roommate. There has always been a bit of friction but we have been able to work it out.
Right now the issue is his hoarding. He was just way too much stuff for someone living in one room. He has so much stuff crammed into the little dining area (that he long ago took complete control of) that we can't even easily get out the back door.
In addition to his too many personal belongings he picks up trash and brings it in, ostensibly to sell on Craigslist or a yard sale. But he never even tries to sell it, it just stacks up.
On top of that, and I knew this when I moved in over 13 years ago, he stuff illegally (I presume) crammed into the attic.
I am noticing cracks in the ceiling. Not sure if it's just paint or if the stuff up there is actually putting stress on the support beams. When I was seeing fallen trees throughout my neighborhood I was getting even more concerned about possible safety issues. I asked him if one of the trees fell into the building if it would send everything up there crashing into my head. He said the tree won't fall. I am not unsafe. Okay maybe if there was an earthquake but it's okay because there are any numbers of ways I could die, "you could die in a nuclear war."
This dude gets easily triggered when confronted with anything, or anything that upsets his routines. Whatever that is I don't know. Suggesting a storage facility doesn't work because he doesn't work and is in an increasingly futile quest to keep surviving without working. Prior to lockdown he did some movie extra work and housesitting gigs but even in 2020 those were already drying up and he was aging out.
So I am getting increasingly anxious about my personal safety. If there is structural damage I would like to get ahead of it and find out for myself so I could sue the landlord for relocation expenses. If not I would still like to get him to at least get the stuff out of the way of the back door and out from over my head. I pay him rent directly to pay the landlord. In effect that means he is my landlord. So I could withhold rent until he fixes it. Of course I would make sure the real landlord gets paid.
Or maybe my anxiety is irrational and needs to be treated as a separate issue?
I could involve the landlord but I would have to tread carefully. Even with my recent rent increase the equivalent units in the building are going for $600 more than this one so he could just throw both of us out. Actually my roommate was helping fix those up. To help pay off "back rent." So I might have to talk to the landlord anyway to negotiate a soft landing for myself should that become a more pressing issue.
Telling me to just move is not a solution. I am living in a far below market place in Los Angeles and I like my location and neighborhood (right by a Trader Joes and on the bus line I use most) in a bigger than average room. Not only that, I am just not doing the roommate thing again. Ever. I think I would just check out should that become a necessity. He isn't even a druggie or thief (actually very trustworthy and a similar values system to myself) which I was always most scared of. But yes, you heard that right, I would rather just lay down and die than have to ever go thru anything like this or move in with a stranger again.
Humans of Adulting, please help!
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I live in a very small place with a roommate. There has always been a bit of friction but we have been able to work it out.
Right now the issue is his hoarding. He was just way too much stuff for someone living in one room. He has so much stuff crammed into the little dining area (that he long ago took complete control of) that we can't even easily get out the back door.
In addition to his too many personal belongings he picks up trash and brings it in, ostensibly to sell on Craigslist or a yard sale. But he never even tries to sell it, it just stacks up.
On top of that, and I knew this when I moved in over 13 years ago, he stuff illegally (I presume) crammed into the attic.
I am noticing cracks in the ceiling. Not sure if it's just paint or if the stuff up there is actually putting stress on the support beams. When I was seeing fallen trees throughout my neighborhood I was getting even more concerned about possible safety issues. I asked him if one of the trees fell into the building if it would send everything up there crashing into my head. He said the tree won't fall. I am not unsafe. Okay maybe if there was an earthquake but it's okay because there are any numbers of ways I could die, "you could die in a nuclear war."
This dude gets easily triggered when confronted with anything, or anything that upsets his routines. Whatever that is I don't know. Suggesting a storage facility doesn't work because he doesn't work and is in an increasingly futile quest to keep surviving without working. Prior to lockdown he did some movie extra work and housesitting gigs but even in 2020 those were already drying up and he was aging out.
So I am getting increasingly anxious about my personal safety. If there is structural damage I would like to get ahead of it and find out for myself so I could sue the landlord for relocation expenses. If not I would still like to get him to at least get the stuff out of the way of the back door and out from over my head. I pay him rent directly to pay the landlord. In effect that means he is my landlord. So I could withhold rent until he fixes it. Of course I would make sure the real landlord gets paid.
Or maybe my anxiety is irrational and needs to be treated as a separate issue?
I could involve the landlord but I would have to tread carefully. Even with my recent rent increase the equivalent units in the building are going for $600 more than this one so he could just throw both of us out. Actually my roommate was helping fix those up. To help pay off "back rent." So I might have to talk to the landlord anyway to negotiate a soft landing for myself should that become a more pressing issue.
Telling me to just move is not a solution. I am living in a far below market place in Los Angeles and I like my location and neighborhood (right by a Trader Joes and on the bus line I use most) in a bigger than average room. Not only that, I am just not doing the roommate thing again. Ever. I think I would just check out should that become a necessity. He isn't even a druggie or thief (actually very trustworthy and a similar values system to myself) which I was always most scared of. But yes, you heard that right, I would rather just lay down and die than have to ever go thru anything like this or move in with a stranger again.
Humans of Adulting, please help!
2023.03.28 19:24 mythrowawayacct847 My (21M) roommate (22M) has unrealistic expectations for us but not for himself
We've been friends since high school, and chose to live together last year with 1 other friend and a few randoms. We all got along, occasionally he'd complain about small things but generally it was fine. This year he started getting super nitpicky about ridiculous things, while doing similar things himself.
For example, the kitchen sink has always been a problem and the kitchen is often a mess. I do my part, and at the beginning of the year he would always get too angry about it and send super aggressive texts to the group chat. Now he contributes to the sink and doesn't always clean up. We also had an argument about him using the upstairs closet for used cat litter storage, when my ONLY condition for him getting a cat was that he kept the litterbox in his room and kept it clean. He eventually told us "he'd only take it out if we did the dishes". It led to a big argument where he eventually backed down, but now he still isn't great about removing the litter from his room so it often smells like cat poop upstairs.
He also recently cleaned the bathroom and told us to not leave poop stains in the toilet, as if we can somehow control if it happens. I'll flush an extra time if it leaves a mark at the bottom of the bowl, but I find it unreasonable to expect us to somehow control if our poop leaves a stain. Meanwhile, he cleans his bong in the sink and always leaves bong resin stuck to the bottom of the sink. It smells and looks gross.
He also sleeps SO late. Usually he wakes up at noon, but sometimes even sleeps until 1-3pm. He stays up ALL night and generally goes to bed at 2-3am, but sometimes stays up even later than that (4-5am). He'll ask us to be quiet at 11am or sometimes even noon, when my other roommate is having a conversation with me at my doorway at a normal volume. Meanwhile, he leaves his door open all night for his cat while he yells at Call of Duty. The other night I had to text him and bang on the shower door at 12:30am since he was playing music in the shower and I was trying to sleep. He also yells at his cat all day/night long.
This last point may be a bit controversial/people may have different opinions on it, but he gets really upset if he hears the slightest noise from my room if I'm having sex with my girlfriend. I will admit that one time we were being a bit loud, but another time we tried SO hard to be quiet. It was to the point where I kept checking my phone during sex to see if he texted me about it. Eventually he did, yet we looked and his door was WIDE open and he didn't have any headphones in or anything. No matter how quiet you are, with how thin the walls are you're bound to hear SOMETHING at some point.
I'm at my wits end with him. He always has demands for us, yet doesn't meet them/has his own issues. If you dare to bring it up with him, it always leads to an argument or he has something to say about it.
tl;dr: Roommate complains about every little thing but doesn't do any better himself. He gets upset about the kitchen, poop stains in the toilet, us making normal noise levels in the afternoon while he's sleeping in late, and any slight noise from sex.Meanwhile, he makes a mess in the kitchen too, is bad about cleaning his cat's litter, leaves bong resin in the sink, and makes lots of noise at night.
Sorry my tl;dr is also sort of long haha
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For example, the kitchen sink has always been a problem and the kitchen is often a mess. I do my part, and at the beginning of the year he would always get too angry about it and send super aggressive texts to the group chat. Now he contributes to the sink and doesn't always clean up. We also had an argument about him using the upstairs closet for used cat litter storage, when my ONLY condition for him getting a cat was that he kept the litterbox in his room and kept it clean. He eventually told us "he'd only take it out if we did the dishes". It led to a big argument where he eventually backed down, but now he still isn't great about removing the litter from his room so it often smells like cat poop upstairs.
He also recently cleaned the bathroom and told us to not leave poop stains in the toilet, as if we can somehow control if it happens. I'll flush an extra time if it leaves a mark at the bottom of the bowl, but I find it unreasonable to expect us to somehow control if our poop leaves a stain. Meanwhile, he cleans his bong in the sink and always leaves bong resin stuck to the bottom of the sink. It smells and looks gross.
He also sleeps SO late. Usually he wakes up at noon, but sometimes even sleeps until 1-3pm. He stays up ALL night and generally goes to bed at 2-3am, but sometimes stays up even later than that (4-5am). He'll ask us to be quiet at 11am or sometimes even noon, when my other roommate is having a conversation with me at my doorway at a normal volume. Meanwhile, he leaves his door open all night for his cat while he yells at Call of Duty. The other night I had to text him and bang on the shower door at 12:30am since he was playing music in the shower and I was trying to sleep. He also yells at his cat all day/night long.
This last point may be a bit controversial/people may have different opinions on it, but he gets really upset if he hears the slightest noise from my room if I'm having sex with my girlfriend. I will admit that one time we were being a bit loud, but another time we tried SO hard to be quiet. It was to the point where I kept checking my phone during sex to see if he texted me about it. Eventually he did, yet we looked and his door was WIDE open and he didn't have any headphones in or anything. No matter how quiet you are, with how thin the walls are you're bound to hear SOMETHING at some point.
I'm at my wits end with him. He always has demands for us, yet doesn't meet them/has his own issues. If you dare to bring it up with him, it always leads to an argument or he has something to say about it.
tl;dr: Roommate complains about every little thing but doesn't do any better himself. He gets upset about the kitchen, poop stains in the toilet, us making normal noise levels in the afternoon while he's sleeping in late, and any slight noise from sex.Meanwhile, he makes a mess in the kitchen too, is bad about cleaning his cat's litter, leaves bong resin in the sink, and makes lots of noise at night.
Sorry my tl;dr is also sort of long haha