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I have been hired by Hermes to arrange the matches to prevent the Greek Gods from getting any Ls. The humans will have the same fighters in the same order, whereas I can rearrange the fighters for the Gods in any order. However, I cannot change their personalities (like make Shiva stop fucking around with his opponents)
Round 1: Thor vs Lu Bu. Lu Bu is an enormously strong opponent, and I'm not certain if any of the Gods who lost their matchups can defeat him.
Round 2: Zeus vs Adam. Adam's Eyes of the lord are too vague for me to prescribe a different matchup. Could he copy Chaos? Imitate divine weapons? Either way, it's too much of a risk for me to move Zeus, much as I'd like to (Zeus wins every other matchup).
Round 3: Hades vs Kojiro Sasaki. Unlike Poseidon, Hades will fight seriously from the start, and the damaging wind from his attacks will quickly batter Sasaki. Additionally, he is much more durable than his brother, and can actually switch up his attack style.
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Round 4: Zerofuku/Hajun vs Jack the Ripper. Jack's antics and love for torturing his opponent will backfire against Zero, making him more miserable than ever before. This will make the misery cleaver obscenely powerful, letting Zero destroy buildings with ease and summon homing blades to take Jack down. If that fails, Hajun with his unreadable soul will definitely mess with Jack, and Hajun's strength, speed, and ability to manipulate his body make him an overall stronger fighter than Heracles, who would have won if he wanted to.
Round 5: Shiva vs Raiden. I simply don't trust Shiva to not do something stupid like eating a full-powered sky ripper.
Round 6: Buddha vs Heracles. Heracles doesn't deserve to die, and besides Adam, Buddha is the only human who would think of sparing Heracles. Also, Buddha's future sight makes him a bitch to take down, especially with his absurd durability and ridiculously tenacious nature that allowed him to overcome his worst counter. Even matches he should lose like Poseidon could go his way if Buddha lets himself get hit to get at Poseidon. Speaking of Poseidon . . .
Round 7: Poseidon vs Qin. Poseidon is simply far too fast for Qin, and reflecting one of his attacks will do relatively little. Poseidon may be hit by the bubbles, but he can easily retreat to protect himself.
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Round 8: Beelzebub versus Tesla, cause Beez can win this.
With this, the Gods have won Ragnarok, but Hermes kills me because Heracles lost. Oopsie doopsie.

So i lost my laptop on which i was playing d2r offline with it i lost my level 95 summon druid, 4 spirit monarch, lvl 87 light assassin and lvl 82 necro. So back at home on my desktop i am going to start fresh.
Any advice to avoid repeating this time round? Anything yoi guys regret not doing or something you think you should have. Please advice.
For my part i am going to keep only 1 set of levelling gear probably sigon set rest charsi...
Oh this time round i am going to roll a hammerdin or zealer.

Hi there, I’ve never posted on Reddit so this is the first time I’ve ever written something, English also isn’t my first language so please bare with and I apologise for any misspellings! So my boyfriend (16m) and I (16f) are long distance we used to live in the same country until I moved to the uk a few years ago. Recently he wanted me to log into his instagram for no reason and happily shared his password with me (I didn’t ask for anything like that). However today when I was on my instagram I saw messages come through on my phone from his account and it was from his ex who he broke up with a while back. I thought it was strange because they don’t contact each other anymore because she cheated on him or so I was told by his friends and him. After thinking it was weird I couldn’t shake the feeling but he’s never made me doubt him before but eventually it got to me and I clicked on the messages to read them. This is what I saw “on the Saturday no one is home and you can come round after the exam and we can go into the jacuzzi,” that’s the literal translation and she said, “okay!” What should I do? I’m feeling confused and want to confront him but I don’t want to be accused of being controlling because I looked at the conversation, I would also like this to stay on this Reddit only because I don’t want people I know to find it.
If you could please tell me any advice it would be greatly appreciated thank you so much. X

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A girl can dream about finding the chiffon pink, but I'll be investing a few pieces in the shell pink (4 qt round, 2 qt heart cocotte, and 2 qt flower cocotte) and want to mainly stick to soft tones.
As of now I'm a lonely solo making small meals like a cup of oatmeal at a time or heating up food on a daily basis and am heavily reliant on my stove and oven as I have no microwave but I am also thinking in terms of soups, hosting/entertaining and for future purposes as well as I love to cook/bake.
Originally wanted to add a large (6 3/4 or 8 quart) oval oven in shallot, however upon looking at it in person I didn't like the color AT ALL as it seemed to look more lavender than I thought it would be and looks like it could clash with my mainly pink collection which I hope to grow.
What other colors and sizes would compliment my soon to be home pieces the best? I was originally thinking maybe a sauce pot, rice cooker, bread oven in white/marble/meringue colors?

Hello, /GiftofGames! My name is Cheesy, and I wanted to properly introduce myself to this subreddit!
I previously posted my first request (which was fulfilled by a kind friend of mine), but I realized that it was my first post to the sub without any prior introduction. And while I did write a bit of one in said request, I figured that it would be best to make a separate introduction post before joining the community. Some of what I mention here may already have been stated, so I apologize in advance.
Without further ado, hello! I have been playing games for as long as I can remember, with the very first game I ever played being the original 1991 Sonic the Hedgehog. Since then, video games have become a major part of my life, giving me something to do when I'm bored or want to have a fun time with family and friends.
When it comes to my favorite types of games, I love older video games, especially from the era of early 2000s PC games.
There's something about the old 3D renders of these games and the simplistic, yet still well-designed UI that I really enjoy, invoking a very comfy and "home-y" feeling when I play them.
A great example of these would be games by PopCap, a developer that I have heard be referred to as "the King of Casual." I have loved their games like Plants Vs. Zombies and Insaniquarium Deluxe for years and only recently discovered that they've made many games that are right up the alleys of my sister and I. However, due to how each game of theirs costs $5 when not on sale, I hope to slowly obtain them in order to enjoy some more casual puzzle games of theirs.
When I discovered this subreddit, I thought it was a really nice idea for people to be able to give games and receive games from random people, being able to make their day by simply being kind.
I may not be able to give any games to others, which makes me feel a bit bad, in a sense, but it is what it is. That being said, I aim to be as grateful as possible to anyone who may fulfill any request I make in the future, as I understand that no one is entitled to fulfill them.
In addition to that, I feel that the least I can do to help is only request games that are generally on the cheaper side, being only $4.99 or less. That way, if anyone does take up a request, it doesn't end up becoming a large expense on their end.
I hope that this introduction helped give a good background as to who I am when it comes to gaming, and I hope that I can be welcome within this community. Thanks for reading and thanks for your time. :)
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Bought some Dmt as I wanted to feel connected to the universe and hopefully have a lasting spiritual change. Went round to an old friends house who had done it before so felt safe. He sniffed his and I smoked about 25mg initially and began to start tripping, but then my mate started asking me about my new home and I felt guilty going with the trip so didn't chase it. After about an hour I decided to do it again but this time asked if he would mind me just chilling and closing my eyes for 10 minutes. Then I smoked 50mg and the whole room turned cartoon like. When I closed my eyes I was in a kind of tunnel that was kind of 3 tunnels at the same time and I was moving through it. I felt a female presence telling me to let go. Then I smoked some more and looked at my thumb which was cartoon like and vibrating. I felt an inner voice telling me it loved me and that I'm an OK person. Then I started to feel guilty again being in my mates house doing this experience on my own while he was sat on his phone. I'm not sure if this was the dmt waiting room that I was in? Or if I was just purely at the initial visual part of DMT and would need more to breakthrough? Or could it have been my mindset and environment? Any input appreciated

This is going to be really long.. I don’t know what to do anymore…. I needed other people’s thoughts and to feel like I’m not alone, I’m 30 when i was 18 or around there i was told i had ibs and Gerd but I never had problems besides occasional constipation, This last March at the end i had severe constipation gi doctor gave me linzess for ibs c and i ended up with severe diarrhea and stomach pain and burning i ended up in the ER they said i had colitis gave me strong antibiotics, soon after my left side started to hurt off an on but i felt fine otherwise. End of April I ended up in the hospital for 4 days with pneumonia i was really sick, on very strong antibiotics basically round the clock i got out and was on a very strong antibiotic for 4 days at home they did have me on a probiotic, my chest started to hurt soon after i got home they said it was pleurisy but a week of advil and Tylenol then prednisone did nothing for it, 2 weeks later i was extremely constipated my stomach started to hurt a lot and burn even in my chest, my stomach spasming or something is, my gi doctor wouldn’t do anything for me because they said all anti acids make me sick, i finally got my primary doctor to put me on carafate to coat my stomach and pantropazole, i thought i was doing better for a week or 2 i felt mostly better i was even trying to eat low fodmap foods, i‘ve lost so much weight between the acid and upset stomach. Last week i started having some diarrhea it kept coming and going then i had a severe headache Money-Wednesday with stomach pain and weirdly sweating and really tired I also had my monthly. All i can taste is acid since last week. I thought maybe it was the pantropazole so I stopped taking that I haven’t had anymore diarrhea and my head stopped hurting but since last week and today all i can taste is acid and today it feels like someone lit my chest on fire inside and my armpits are sweating don’t know if the sweating has anything to do with it. I’ve been taking the carafate again for a week almost seems like it is not working this time. i even took another anti acid famotidine from the store this morning and the severe burning wont stop, i had an upperscope on May 22nd they claimed there was nothing. I feel like I’m losing my mind in all this pain and not getting answers i don’t know how people live like this or what to do anymore. I don’t know if i should even go to the emergency room I’m tired of going to the emergency room. I don’t know how to live in all this pain it’s making my anxiety and depression crazy I know that doesn’t help GI issues but how do you not have them when you’re miserable, I’m so lost on what to think or do anymore I thought i was getting somewhat better and feel like I’m alone with a GI doctor that wont do much

• Sorry for the length - there is a lot to this event *

This happened about 14 years ago.
Mid November, around 3:10am, in the Hanover, VA area.
I was driving home. I was the only car on the road and it was a cloudless night. I looked over to my left and saw what, I thought at the time, was a meteor falling to earth. It was quite a ways away and it had a bright orange/red tail. I couldn’t keep track of it on the winding roads and houses/trees lining the road. I didn’t think much of it…until. I turned right on the road that led to my neighborhood. The road winds in an S shape, then opens up to a fairly visible area. As soon as I made my way through that S, I looked to the left, and there was - about 2 stories high and 200 feet away - a dark silver UFO.
I froze. I had never believed in aliens or anything like that before. The craft moved over top of my car (about a single story above my car). It was smooth, made no sound, was triangular, and had 3 blue “lights” at each point. I say “lights” because it seemed more like some form of reaction (chemical or otherwise) causing the blue light.
My car is barely moving at this point (my foot is off the gas and my radio had shut off). All I can think is “what the fk, what the fk, what the f**k” when suddenly, flashes of what my house looked liked came to my mind. The number of my house and where it was located came to my mind. As soon as I realized what I was thinking, I immediately was like "what are you doing? stop thinking that!"
As soon as I forced myself to stop thinking that, the craft started to move forward and up away from my car, right in the direction of my neighborhood. I knew they were going to my house. In my gut, I knew.
I was so scared, I drove though the neighborhood, doing laps, about 4 times - trying to see where it went. I didn't see it. I contemplated sleeping in my car, in the driveway - but chose against it out of fear of seeing aliens approach my car while half asleep.
It took every ounce of courage to go into my house. I knew they were in my house when I opened the door and the house was dark and silent. I had 3 dogs (one being a beagle, a basset hound, and a terrier). They always barked anytime the door was opened.
The house was SO dark and SO quiet and I ran down the hall into the bathroom. I locked the door and tried to calm down. I sat in my bathroom for about 20 minutes trying to figure out what to do. Then, I was terrified to open the door. What if it was standing right in front of the door when I opened it? There wasn’t anything I could use as a weapon in the bathroom. I think I grabbed a brush, haha. I then was like “ok, calm down….just brush your teeth, pee, then rush to your bedroom and lock the door”. Which I did.
I immediately turned the lights on and got in bed. I prayed to God to not let me remember anything. I was like “this is already too much for me to comprehend. Please don’t let me remember if something happens. I can’t handle it. It will break me mentally. If they are going to abduct me or whatever, please don’t let me remember it” and then I went to bed.
There have been a few times since that experience where I lost time (once was with someone else - about 8 hours lost for us both) and some experiences where I have woken up with weird markings on my body, but no more UFO sightings.
I also had what seems like a dream - I’m not sure - of a small, about 4 foot tall, being that had this kind of light/dirty brownish color skin (almost like a latte with a lot of cream and milk in it) and it had MASSIVE black eyes. In the dream/fracture of memory I was running down the hallway in my house and ran into the room closest to the front door and went to slam it shut. This thing’s head was caught between the door and the doorframe. And it made this god awful sound (like gurgling kind of) and then I went to punch it and that’s all I remember
After this experience, I spent about two years terrified to go to sleep. I would literally stay awake until I physically couldn’t anymore. About 3 years later, I was diagnosed with PTSD by a therapist (who did not know about this experience). I am in a much better place now mentally than I was 10 years ago. Even though I cannot remember what happened, I still feel this primal fear if I think about it too long. But, I’m not AS terrified as I was back then. I had a lot of things that I had to comprehend and come to peace with (like the fact that aliens are real). But I don’t believe they are nefarious. My best guess is that I was “tagged” - like marine biologists do to whales or sharks - but, I don’t really know.
Thank you for allowing a safe space for me to feel comfortable sharing. I have only told 2 people this my entire life out of fear of ridicule.

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Memory transcription subject: Tevri, Venlil Romanticist
Date [standardized human time]: August 11, 2137
With eyes still closed, I stretched my legs and arms, paws pushing up against the inside of my sleeping bag. A sigh of contentment escaped my mouth.
I let the world in—light falling down in shafts that struck my still-waking eyes. No trees were around to provide cover from the rising sun that hung low in the east. The sounds of life surrounded me, occasionally being broken up by particularly strong gusts as well as a hint of something else.
My head turned to that hint, who still slept somewhat soundly off to my side. Last night Jack had set up his own sleeping bag less than an arm’s length from my own, citing our lack of a fire as the reason to gather closer to each other.
He tossed and turned, occasionally, muttering incoherently. At least he’s found some rest. After carrying me for over half of yesterday, he had certainly earned it.
It was actually quite surprising how well he had managed it all. His slim build compared to other humans that I had seen was betrayed by a hidden strength and incredible endurance. I suppose millions of years of evolution tends to allow such a thing.
Some part of me still felt bitter about what he had done the night prior to our last, but it was clear to me that his apology was sincere. I gave a quiet snort. He probably wouldn’t have carried you on your shoulders if he wasn’t at least somewhat sorry.
The covers of my too-big bag were thrown off and I sat up, holding my knocked knees with my paws.
Rocky rolling hills with low-grown shoots of grass lightly waved towards me. The nearby mountain range looked down upon us with its well-kept snow despite the summer season. Even three days of standing beneath them didn’t eliminate their wondrously looming presence.
I reached over to my nearby pack and grabbed my pen and journal. I clung to every thought that passed its way through my mind, marking them down the old fashioned way. There was something special about writing my feelings down on something physical rather than some pad or computer. It felt real in comparison to the alternative.
It was incredible to me how one of, if not the most dangerous planet to be found within known space was simultaneously one of the most fantastically beautiful worlds I ever had the pleasure of setting foot on. What a travesty it would have been had the federation actually managed to glass the biosphere. Ironically it had been the Arxur that prevented such a disastrous outcome. Those same savages had…
“Gah!”
Jack shot upright from where he had lain. He heaved harsh breaths, chest rising and falling as though he had just sprinted up the incline of a hill. I looked on with alarm, but didn’t think to disrupt the startled man. His eyes stared down at the dirt in front of him as he hung his hands between his legs.
“You okay?” I asked. He whipped to look at me like he had forgotten I was there. Slowly, he turned back to face the dirt. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” He took a curt sniff and ran his hands across his face as he took a deep sigh.
He was lying.
The restless sleep, the violent rise into consciousness, the obvious distress within those wild eyes—all signs of nightmares. It had been years now since I last worried about such things, but I knew all too well how difficult they were to deal with.
A thought, as intrusive as it was unwelcome, pushed its way through the crowded thoughts of my mind, forcing my heart to skip a beat. What would be enough to scare a predator—human—to scare a human within their dreams? Instantly, I shoved it back from wherever it had come. He needs you right now, just like how you needed her.
I gently crawled over to the distraught man and set a paw on an arm while he leaned forward. At my touch, he turned his head towards me, staring with those forward-facing eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked.
A slight snarl of a smile crossed his face, but no answer came. Jack stood up and stretched his arms outward, leaning back and forth.
“C’mon, let's pack up and head out. S’always good to start out early.” He extended a hand down to me where I sat still. How could he just brush something so terrifying off so easily? My tail flicked absently I guess they always have been a rather resilient species. Why should they be any different mentally? I relented to his proposal, grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull me upright.
Breakfast—much like last night’s meal—consisted of dry pre-prepped rations. Without surrounding trees from which drywood could be scavenged, we were left fireless. The ‘breakfast bars’ as Jack called them were a sufficient substitute for warm food. Every meal with the human increased my interest in the cuisine of his species. I hadn’t imagined it would all be so wonderfully varied and delicious.
The bar itself was chewy, made of oats, filled with dried fruits and sweetened by sugar. Each bite gave a satisfying crunch as my taste buds reveled in the impeccably delightful taste.
After hydrating and filling ourselves with calories, we set off once more on the trail.
This time, I was actually able to walk properly, though less than an hour after we departed, I was left wishing that Jack could scare me sleepless again—that way I could guilt him into carrying me.
While we continued, I walked without thinking much about the placement of my paws. I worried for my human friend. His mind was clearly plagued by something terrible, but the answer of what continued to evade me. The only lead I had were my own experiences, and in chasing that lead, my mind wandered back to the past.
As I was dragged from our home without protest, Devra lambasted our parents. Velnik cowered to the side as he watched the ordeal, helpless with widened eyes. Dad practically had to peel my sister away from mom as I was shoved into our vehicle. The echo of her shouts faded away.
It was the first time my parents admitted me for predator disease screenings.
An iron grip held my hand and led me forward through the stark featureless halls of the facility. A glance over my shoulder revealed my parents walking along. They dared not to risk a look in my direction. Tears welled at the edge of my eyes as the echoes of distant screams shocked my ears and flooded my brain with fear-chemicals.
My tail wrapped around my body and my ears bent towards the ground. Why did they want to throw me in here with the monsters? All I did was explore.
The facility worker threw me in a chair within a purely white room other than the single large black wall. From the ceiling hung a projector that faced one of the three white surfaces. After the worker left, my eyes floated through the room, narrowing at a sight that practically screamed of its existence. Dark lines were scrawled into the furthest corner of the sterile chamber.
I didn’t have the time to think about its implications when the screen clicked on and the lights dimmed, enhancing the image before me.
The metal chair fell backward with me in it, creating a resounding clang that bounded back and forth across the walls.
My hands slipped and slid across the slick floor, carrying my body backwards. This scramble led the wall to smash against my back. Without a thought, my claws joined the countless other marks of those who had come before me.
A towering, onyx-shaded visage of the malevolent beast prowled beyond the edge of my vision, obscured by tears of terror that practically blinded me. The blood-orange eyes glowed greedily and its mouth was stuck in a perpetual snarl. Viscera of a horrifically familiar color dribbled down its chin from where the meat was in the Arxur’s razor-sharp teeth.
With a click, the sanguine show moved forward to yet another horrific display. Another click. Another. One more. Click. Click. Click. Silence.
My eyes were as raw as my bloodied paws. Their scraping and scrabbling joined me with the other souls who had faced this same experience. When the lights flicked on and the worker came back to collect me, I curled up trying and failing to back away. She stood me up, patting me down before pulling me from the room. Everything was a collective white blur, compressed into a single moment of unfocused voices until I heard the vehicle’s door slam.
The ride home was silent as I leaned my head against the padded surface of my seat. Shallow breaths rose and fell from my chest while Mom and Dad stared ahead. They hadn’t looked at me once since we left the facility—or even talked to me—since we left the facility.
Among the many questions I had, one clung to the surface of my mind before being swallowed by its sea of screams. Why?
When at last we arrived at home, I barely even noticed. Only when the door to the passenger cabin flung open did I somewhat rise from my stupor. A sudden surprise wrapped around me and pulled me from the car, dragging away from my supposed guardians.
In an instant, I was rushed to my room and placed upon the familiar comfort of my bed before being coated by two layers of warmth; one was the plush cloth of a blanket and the other the fluffy warmth of my sister’s fur. “It’s ok, Tev. You’re home. You’re safe.” My empty eyes had no tears left to give, so Devra lent me hers.
You’re home. You’re safe.
“Tev? Tevri?”
My repeated name yanked me from the memory. Ugh, I’ve got to stop wandering off like that.
“You in there sheep?”
With a grumble, I responded. “I told you to stop calling me that.”
Jack uttered a mischievous chuckle. “C’mon, let's get over this next hill then break for lunch. Sure seems you could use a rest.” Despite it going unnoticed moments prior, I now felt my heart pumping hard and each breath heaved just as harshly. A short break will probably do me some good.
Together, we crested the hilltop and sat down both our packs and ourselves. I greedily lapped up water from my bottle while the man beside me calmly took several swigs from his own canteen. The food he grabbed was a pair of packaged items that he called ‘pasta salad.’
The small noodles were coated in a layer of creamy sauce and mixed with a variety of colorful vegetables that I didn’t recognize, but just like everything else cooked up by these humans, it was delicious. The sweet, creamy sauce contrasted nicely with the savory taste of the noodles and the soft texture of the pasta paired with the lovely crunch of the vegetables made for a wonderful meal.
As I munched on my food, the wind lazily played with my tail. My heart drummed onward, steadying into an agreeable rhythm before finally, my breathing leveled out.
A field of purple flowers greeted us, climbing and falling with the rolling land. Down below us was the river we had loosely followed, bordered by nondescript bunches of shrubbery. Rapid white waters splashed up and against rocks, breaking the flow and sending up spray.
When together we finished our food, we sat there, enjoying the world around us. “So, Tevri,” as Jack spoke, I met his forward eyes, “we’ve been out here for two days now and I still know next to nothing about you. Why don’t you tell me a bit more ‘bout yourself.”
The sudden question caught me by surprise, but I tried my best to answer anyway. “There isn’t much to tell. I write stories and poetry about the nature of worlds I’ve visited.”
“Well, you must be one hell of a writer to throw around money like you do.”
At the compliment, I felt a rush of warmth to my face. “I—”
Jack’s calm demeanor became one of surprise in an instant. “Is your face ‘sposed to do that?” A pair of my paws clapped to my face, trying and failing to hide the spreading orange.
“Y-yes!” I squeaked. “It’s p-perfectly fine.”
“Huh, right.” He didn’t sound convinced in the slightest. “Well, uh, what about your family? You’ve met mine already, why don’t you tell me about yours?”
Just as the orange began to fade away, a shroud of mist met my eyes and my voice sunk with my ears. “I’d rather not.” The whiplash of jumping from a sense of contentment, to embarrassment, to sad longing was jarring to say the least.
“Ah.” He held his silence for a moment, allowing the blowing breeze and the distant rush of water to fill the space between.
“I’m sorry.”
“S-sorry? Sorry for what?”
Jack gave a huff. “You know it's funny really. You Venlil, us Humans. I never really saw it before, but even just a few days around you, it’s shown me just how similar our people really are.”
Again, wind and water.
“If it means anything, I’ve felt your loss.”
What?! How does he know? How could he possibly know?
He must have picked up my confusion before he responded. “After the battle of Earth I got used to hearing that answer of yours.”
Oh.
Jack rose, swinging his pack around his shoulders. “C’mon sheep, sun’s not getting any higher. Let's get going.”
“YOU—!” The dour mood was immediately washed away by my guide’s hearty laughter. Again with the emotional whiplash.
It was amazing how easily he managed to do that. Try as I might, I couldn’t stay mad at him. As I shook my head, I followed my guide’s motions and grabbed my bag to join him.
For a while we walked quietly, but once again, Jack tried to strike up a conversation. “So, you mentioned you’ve visited other worlds. What were they like?”
I gave the human equivalent of a shrug with my tail. “Some were better than others, but for the most part, they were quite beautiful.”
“You have any favorites?”
My ears perked up. “Oh yes! The sky cities of Nishtal were incredible. Dwelling among the clouds, it was a rather uplifting experience.” Jack groaned with a smile still on his face.
“That might be one of the worst puns I’ve ever heard.” In response, I simply chuckled.
“Nishtal, huh?” The smile on his face faded. “That’s the world of feathered sacks-of-shit, right?”
“What? The Krakotl? Don’t be dense now, they aren’t all that bad.”
Jack scoffed. “That’s easy for you to say. They didn’t try to wipe the Venlil from existence.”
“If they succeeded during the battle of earth, they very well could have. Not that it matters anymore. Nishtal’s skies are clouded by the ash of their once-lush swamps and their cities have been plucked from the skies. Their world died.”
Jack gave a gruff grunt. “What goes around comes around I guess.”
I was genuinely shocked at what I heard. The anger that began to bubble within me was not the same lighthearted stuff from earlier. “How can you say something like that?”
“They brought it upon themselves,” he barked.
“That bastard Kalsim was the one who brought destruction to his people and you know it. Billions of Krakotl were killed or captured by betterment. Can you honestly tell me, or even yourself, that any species deserves such a fate?”
Silence.
“No. No I guess I can’t” Mentally, I gave a sigh of relief.
With my tail, I gave him a gentle flick. “The Krakotl are functionally endangered now, you know? They may have killed a billion humans, but for each life taken, tens of their own were paid.”
My voice began to choke. “I had—have—friends among the Krakotl. If you think that the mourning you humans experienced was harsh, I just want you to think; how would you feel if less than a percent of your people survived death or capture”
These words of mine were followed by an air of silence. I wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but something I had said clearly struck a chord with the man. Unlike me, Jack seemed to ground himself in reality, but for the first time since I met him, his distant unfocused eyes made it clear enough that his mind was elsewhere.
The remainder of the day flew by beneath this same blanket of silence.
We passed from the wide grassy knolls into a sparse forest that was more brush than tree. The trail led beneath their branches and through the tall shrubbery, rarely veering one way or the other.
When we eventually stopped to make camp for the evening, the sun was still slightly above the horizon. The campsite was similar to the one we had stopped at on our first day. An old steel fire-pit was set in the middle and a steel food container lay to the side.
Even as we set up, the cold quiet remained.
Progress was slow. Jack usually did the majority of the work, but tonight, his movements were taken with less purpose than I was used to. More than once, his hands fumbled, dropping something only for him to robotically reach down and pick it up again.
Once he did finally unpack his belongings, he left to find wood for the fire. At least this time, I found myself less frightened than when he had last done so. The deafening silence of my thoughts was more disconcerting than the idea of any hunters prowling nearby.
Whatever I had said, it didn’t just strike a chord. No, this had shaken him. Not even those nightmares of his had affected him this deeply.
In much the same way that I hadn’t wanted to talk about my own family, it was clear that whatever this was, he had no desire to elaborate further. I did find it odd however that only after mentioning the near-annihilation of the Krakotl did he seem to change. Perhaps it had to do with whoever he had lost? If this was the case, then I couldn’t fully blame him for his hatred towards the Krakotl. Grief is a powerful accelerant for the fires of rage.
On the other paw, my poor heart broke for the poor avians. So many lost. So few left. When the news had arrived back on Venlil prime, I devoted every moment possible to comforting my grieving friends; to Dualo, Oqui, Icatl and Haiula.
For some though, the grief of their new reality was too strong. Several of my dear friends had been unable to overcome that grief. My ears fell and my head bowed. If nobody else would remember them, I would ensure I never forgot them. They deserved that much.
Despite the clouds looming over my mind, my ears perked up at the sound of footfalls and I turned to see a bundle beneath Jack’s arms. Minutes later, a brilliant blaze burned before us.
It felt good to have a fire again. The protective warmth felt like a familiar embrace. From my pack, I grabbed the same blanket my guide had lent me the day before and wrapped it across my body.
While I found myself shrouded in comfort, Jack prepared our food above the pit. It was yet another warm meal of packaged food. The smell of spice wafted up to the tips of my taste buds as he stirred it about with a metal ladle.
The clink of utensils against our metal bowls rose above the crackling flames. Their sun still peeked out from behind the trees, though soon enough, it fell and with it, came the night’s chill.
Countless stars that you simply didn’t get to see on Venlil Prime appeared in the night sky. A glance told me that I wasn’t the only one impressed by their appearance. My wide field of vision managed to capture nearly the entire sky. I wonder, which of those stars is home?
A gust of wind blew by sending shivers down my spine. The effect of the Wendigo’s story hadn’t been completely lost on me, but the terror it inspired had at least died down to a manageable amount. Staying near to Jack certainly helped.
Speaking of him, I’d had enough of this silence.
“Hey Jack, how would you like to hear a campfire story?” I asked, tossing aside the quiet that had covered.
“Hmph. A promise is a promise. Didn’t really have a fire last night to tell a story ‘round did we. Guess it’s only fair to give you a chance.”
My tail gave a flick of excitement at his agreeance. “I must warn you, this is a bit less of a story and more of a poem. It’s one of the last few that I wrote before my travels across the Federation ended. It isn’t quite as long of a tale as that Wendigo story you told me, but it means a lot to me.
Jack gave a thoughtful nod. “Very well, I call this poem ‘The Wandrer’s Curse.’”
“Across the stars we wandrers go, not caring much for threat or foes, The skies we see are not our own, But from them wonder’s always shown.
From Nishtal’s clear and crystal skies, To Fahl where golden deserts lie, And ‘cross the cradle’s fruitful lands, Our own horizons do expand.
It is amidst these very sights, That we the wandrers oft delight, For friends we seek and friends we find, Across the worlds of species kind.
Thru mountains, oceans and the woods, Where those long past once walked and stood, The wandrers seek to find the past; A simpler time, no clouds o’er cast.
Despite the friends which we have made, The clouds above us cast their shade, Upon the surface of our minds, And seek our hearts with chains to bind.
It is our lot to flee from pain, Brought on by smashing, lashing rains. Til weary broken and undone, We fall with legs which fail to run.
But such is life—that beautiful thing, That brings one joy and suff’ring. So with this final cloudless verse, Remember thee, the wandrer’s curse.”
At the end of my poem, the crackling fire picked up where my words left off. My eyes raised to the heavens once more and I realized just how wonderful this life was. There was something truly sublime about existing right here during this exact moment; under the stars, surrounded by trees the whistling, beside a warm fire that staved off the cold.
Sharing it with Jack made it that much better.
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After talking with my bff I’m not sure if I’m overreacting or if she’s right about this being something to be upset over. So the other night my friends about 12 of us planned to play a game we’ve been playing since we were kids. It’s basically among us but it’s in a graveyard. We aren’t disrespectful and we ALWAYS clean up after ourselves. (For context I live where all of our graves are above grounds so there isn’t any walking on top of people. We’re mostly on the streets within the cemetery.) My friend texted me that we would be playing and everyone really wanted my boyfriend to come and meet them. I had asked my boyfriend to come play before and he has said no. This time I really wanted him to come. I begged him to come and told him I wouldn’t be mad if he left as long as he actually gave it a shot. He finally agreed to go. The night of he pulls up to my friends house and we all load into her van for the 10 min drive to the graveyard. Getting into the van he started complaining. The van was too hot and too bumpy. Oh well I ignored it. We get to the cemetery. And it’s time to hop the fence. He knew about this before he agreed to go. I hop the fence first. Super easy. Then he says he doesn’t want to do it and he’s going to the McDonald’s up the road. I asked if he was serious, if he wasn’t even going to give it a shot. He walked away to the McDonald’s. I was aggravated he didn’t even try. My friends and I head towards the middle the the cemetery and I give him one last call asking if he’s sure. He agrees to come in. He hope the fence and we all cheer for him. Once he’s in he won’t talk to me. He’s kind of ignores me through most of the game so I partner up with my bff. She starts making siren sounds and whistling to get everyone to come to the center. My boyfriend comes up to her and goes “can you not?” She asks him what he means. He says he is worried about the cops coming. We all assure him that he doesn’t need to worry about that and we’ve been doing this since we were kids. The cops don’t care since we’re not doing drugs are making messes. He continues to make rude comments towards her about being loud. After a round of playing he keeps asking everyone to hurry up the game because he wants to leave. I told him to chill out and if he wants to leave no one is stopping him. He can go home. We play two or three more rounds and finally he gets into it for the last round. I was so happy he got into it. Finally we leave and then comes the complaining about the van again. We get back home and we all head out separate ways. When I got to my house I gave him a call and told him how happy I was that he came out and met my friends and that it meant a lot to him. He then starts into him about how he’s going to get a trespassing charge and how he’s going to make me pay for it. I tell him to stop worrying about it and that he isn’t going to get in any trouble. There aren’t even cameras there.
Today at work I mentioned to my friends that I was upset about how he was so angry over the phone after the fact. She mentioned his bad attitude the night of and I thought about it some more and she was right. I am now not sure if how I’m feeling is even valid. Yes he came which was the thing I wanted in the end. But majority of the time he was there he was complaining and/or ignoring me. I don’t even know how to bring this up. And if I’m overreacting I feel like I shouldn’t bring it up at all. I feel like I’ve on a few occasions done things with him and his friends that I didn’t want to do but I did it because I knew it would make him happy and he would enjoy having me there with him. I feel like this is a reasonable thing both parties do now and then in a long term relationship. Do things you don’t necessarily want to do because it will make them happy.
Some advice about this would be appreciated from an outside pov.
TL;DR: my bf came to an event I wanted him to come to but he didn’t. He then complained and ignored me most of the time and even after. I now don’t know if I should be happy that he came of if I have the right he upset at his behavior when he came.

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My neighbor is a Vietnam-era Army Veteran and was recently denied a ramp installation by the VA due to the "steepness" of the 2 concrete blocks that make up the steps going to his front door.
I have applied to "Operation Ramp it Up" via their online forum and was curious to know if there are any other methods or avenues that I could venture down to attempt to correct this situation? Has anybody else been in this situation? What did you do?
TLDR: My boyfriend and I (both USMC Vets) were in our home at the time, but, old man walked across the street with his walker to greet a different neighbor, his knees buckled and gave out. Luckily old man was caught by the different neighbor and laid down to sit on the ground. Neighbor ran to our house and rung our door bell for my boyfriend, who is a grunt, to come and help pick old man up and get him back to his home. Mr. Oldman lives with his elderly wife and his daughter lives 40 minutes away. He's told us previously that he has fallen inside of his home and was stuck for a good bit. It's pretty shit to see elders' decline as the time goes on, but, I really want to fix this situation as effortlessly on his end as possible. I have mentioned to my boyfriend about just buying and installing hardware ourselves, however, ramps aren't cheap to buy and install nor are they all compatible/safe with just a willie-nillie install from unskilled persons such as ourselves. Sigh. Thanks for reading/recommendations.

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I’m on day 3, my GA/FL doctor wouldn’t fill my script in VA while there for work for 6 weeks so I had to wean myself and jump. Started 8 mg a day December 2021 for kratom use disorder. I’d miss half a dose here and there and would always fill 2 days early so I had plenty of leftovers. I happened to have been at 4 mg a day for the week before my appt and then I kept cutting my dose in half every 3-5 days until I got to 0.5 mg which I only took for 2 days. I’m very very very active (60 min HIIT, 30 min yoga, +/- swimming or running 6 days a week with just 75-90 min of yoga on my rest day), and I cannot stress how important it is to engage in physical activity during the process. Yeah it’s painful, you’ll have cold sweats, fatigue, nausea, yawns, sneezes, but it’s all part of the healing process that can’t be rushed. You gotta push through.
This is my second time doing a rapid wean, but this time was way more comfortable given the dose I started on and what I weaned down to.
First time was several years ago when I was snorting 90 mg oxy a day then saw a doctor that started me on bup 8 mg QID then quickly switched to subs 8 mg QID and kept dropping my dose every other day. I was hella determined to quit and jumped at 2 mg as recommended by my doctor and it was horrible, but I stuck through it.
Jumping from 0.5 mg is comfortably uncomfortable if that makes sense to anyone. It’s all a mental game once you get below 1 mg a day.
Helpful meds to ask your PCP for: clonidine 0.1 mg BID for psych symptoms trazodone 100 mg at bedtime for sleep Zofran 8mg BID/prn for nausea Imodium 4 mg prn for diarrhea
If you’re thinking of jumping: Have a good support system and stay as active as possible and push through so you get used to natural endorphins faster. Yes you can still work and function through it all. I know today is the worst day, but I’m looking forward to feeling better tmrw and continuing to improve over the next few weeks.
I just got back to my home state and can easily get a telemedicine appt today for a refill, but I deleted the app to reduce temptation. Best wishes to everyone else on this journey!