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2023.06.05 06:12 Time-Draft-6774 Mi novia me miente todo el tiempo (relacion a distancia)
Hola a todos, tengo una relación de 2 años con mi novia, ella es 7 años mayor que yo y en este momento se encuentra estudiando una especialidad. Cuando entro a la especialidad yo me sentía muy feliz por ella, la apoyé mucho. Nuestros problemas empezaron a surgir cuando note que se la pasaba mucho con un chico que conoció ahí , hacían videollamadas todo el tiempo, ella decía que el estaba muy atractivo y mamado, se daban regalos (ella nunca me decía que las cosas se las daba el, me decía que se las había regalado una amiga) incluso me ocultaba que ella también le regalaba cosas a el, siempre subían fotos juntos, incluso los de su escuela empezaron a decir que ellos dos se iban a casar en el futuro, obviamente esto a mi me daba mucha duda y una vez tomé su celular (yo jamás le había revisado el teléfono antes) pero esa vez me di cuenta que la conversación con el estaba vacía… la había borrado, la de Instagram y la de WhatsApp, estuve a punto de no decirle nada, supuse que la había eliminado por espacio, pero no podía con la duda y le pregunté, ella lo negó todo, dijo que la borro que porque no era nada importante pero a los minutos me confesó que la borro porque el le mandaba fotos de personas (chicas y chicos) y que ella le decía que estaban atractivos y que no quería que yo viera eso, yo no lo creí eso, le pedi que le pidiera a el las conversaciones pero resulto que el también las había borrado… nunca supe que decían esos mensajes, al tiempo después decidí volver a confiar en ella y estando en su casa le estaba ayudando con una tarea abrió su WhatsApp en la lap y se empezaron a cargar los mensajes de todo el día y vi que el le mando emojis de besos y corazones, ella en seguida me quito la laptop y se fue, pero yo tome su celular para verificar lo que vi pero en su celular las conversaciones ya estaban de nuevo eliminadas😞 ahora sigo con ella, pero todos los días peleamos por ese tema, incluso he llegado a ser grosero con ella y le he faltado el respeto verbalmente, ella me dice que solo es su mejor amigo, después me dijo que ya no le hablaba pero descubrí que era mentira, ahora ella esta de intercambio y me dan muchos celos cuando sale con hombres… me volví muy celoso e inseguro y yo antes no era así… era una persona que confiaba mucho pero ahora ella dice que soy un tóxico… no se que hacer.
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2023.06.05 06:12 aenima1983 Internship living situation driving me insane
I'm currently in my second week of a ten week internship for a Navy shipbuilding company and I'm going through kind of a rough patch.
TLDR: I feel like I fell for a trap. I'm paying close to $800 a month for a 3 BR apartment split between 5 guys with no pantry or suitably sized bathrooms. What makes it better is that I don't mesh with them in the slightest. Their personalities are not my type and their sleep schedules are driving me insane.
I'll walk you through how I got where I am. , the internship is 14 hours away from home, and I don't have any family around here nor did I have enough money to get my own place, so I decided to ask the company for help in finding housing for the summer. They said that they hired a company to help provide intern living and that I should contact them for arrangements. So I did--I completed the application and moved forward.
Now mind you I'm a pretty quiet and introverted person in general, and usually pretty paranoid of others too. I have never been comfortable in a living situation where another stranger was involved. I've definitely NEVER EVER been comfortable living without my own room and constantly get overwhelmed whenever I can't find peace and quiet for at least some portion of my day. But this company that my internship had hired only offered arrangements that one way or the other involved having two people share a room, and it was really my only hope for living this summer.
Well I didn't get any information about who my roommates were, which apartment complex they sorted me into, when I could move in, etc. until a week before my move-in date. They sent me a lease on an afternoon near the end of the semester and wanted me to get it done before 4:00 that day.
Fast forward to move-in day, I meet my first roommate and he seems pretty chill. A bit stuck-up but having been in engineering I was used to it and didn't think too seriously of it. I meet my next roommate later that day (this is the one I was going to share a room with) and he seemed really nice but loud. I didn't meet my third roommate until the next day and he seemed incredibly quiet. My fourth roommate was nice and the fifth roommate (who came way later) seemed a bit strange but not too bad.
Well, turns out that all of them have abhorrent personalities and they're not really suited for my taste. I disagree with most of what they believe in on a very personal and fundamental level. I have heard every one of them (except the third, quiet roommate) say very racist things, insult the LGBTQIA+ community, insult each other in very hurtful ways, talk about their girlfriends or girl interests in not super respectful tones, brag about well they do in school, complain about how boring their job as an intern is or how hard their school is, etc etc etc. They hog the kitchen, don't clean their dishes (one of them has left mochi dough and eggshells in there for two days now), and don't go out and do anything out of the house. They sit at home all day or they go to the gym. I'm honestly for none of that and just the sheer luck that I'm paired with such insufferable people is just wow.
We also have to get up somewhat early for our jobs (around 6 AM) and because of this every one of my roommates (especially the one I share a room with) goes to bed around 10. My mind unfortunately does not quiet down until around 11:30 or 12 and so sometimes I'll stay out in the living room, reading or writing or drawing or whatever until I'm tired enough to sleep. Well, the guy I share a room with sleeps incredibly INCREDIBLY lightly (I mean like even the sound of the door opening wakes him up and we have soaked the hinges in WD40) and in the morning will always complain about how little sleep he gets. I have started coming in early and just sitting on my phone for hours so I don't wake him up. And he also doesn't wear headphones or take melatonin or anything. I hate to be this guy, but I will be him--even with you waking up you probably get around 7 hours of sleep, which is PLENTY ENOUGH to go sit at a desk and twiddle your thumbs for 8 hours (which is how our jobs are). I can do it on two hours of sleep and I don't meal prep or work out every day or wake up with the sun and I drink loads of coffee every morning. He tried to lecture us about how we were in our prime time for mental development that we should get enough sleep. Bro come on I'm just here to make money without causing any trouble. I'm not bending my sleep schedule for you.
I have eight weeks left. Only eight weeks. But god these past few weeks have felt so long and I don't know what to do besides suck it up and keep pushing.
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TLDR: I feel like I fell for a trap. I'm paying close to $800 a month for a 3 BR apartment split between 5 guys with no pantry or suitably sized bathrooms. What makes it better is that I don't mesh with them in the slightest. Their personalities are not my type and their sleep schedules are driving me insane.
I'll walk you through how I got where I am. , the internship is 14 hours away from home, and I don't have any family around here nor did I have enough money to get my own place, so I decided to ask the company for help in finding housing for the summer. They said that they hired a company to help provide intern living and that I should contact them for arrangements. So I did--I completed the application and moved forward.
Now mind you I'm a pretty quiet and introverted person in general, and usually pretty paranoid of others too. I have never been comfortable in a living situation where another stranger was involved. I've definitely NEVER EVER been comfortable living without my own room and constantly get overwhelmed whenever I can't find peace and quiet for at least some portion of my day. But this company that my internship had hired only offered arrangements that one way or the other involved having two people share a room, and it was really my only hope for living this summer.
Well I didn't get any information about who my roommates were, which apartment complex they sorted me into, when I could move in, etc. until a week before my move-in date. They sent me a lease on an afternoon near the end of the semester and wanted me to get it done before 4:00 that day.
Fast forward to move-in day, I meet my first roommate and he seems pretty chill. A bit stuck-up but having been in engineering I was used to it and didn't think too seriously of it. I meet my next roommate later that day (this is the one I was going to share a room with) and he seemed really nice but loud. I didn't meet my third roommate until the next day and he seemed incredibly quiet. My fourth roommate was nice and the fifth roommate (who came way later) seemed a bit strange but not too bad.
Well, turns out that all of them have abhorrent personalities and they're not really suited for my taste. I disagree with most of what they believe in on a very personal and fundamental level. I have heard every one of them (except the third, quiet roommate) say very racist things, insult the LGBTQIA+ community, insult each other in very hurtful ways, talk about their girlfriends or girl interests in not super respectful tones, brag about well they do in school, complain about how boring their job as an intern is or how hard their school is, etc etc etc. They hog the kitchen, don't clean their dishes (one of them has left mochi dough and eggshells in there for two days now), and don't go out and do anything out of the house. They sit at home all day or they go to the gym. I'm honestly for none of that and just the sheer luck that I'm paired with such insufferable people is just wow.
We also have to get up somewhat early for our jobs (around 6 AM) and because of this every one of my roommates (especially the one I share a room with) goes to bed around 10. My mind unfortunately does not quiet down until around 11:30 or 12 and so sometimes I'll stay out in the living room, reading or writing or drawing or whatever until I'm tired enough to sleep. Well, the guy I share a room with sleeps incredibly INCREDIBLY lightly (I mean like even the sound of the door opening wakes him up and we have soaked the hinges in WD40) and in the morning will always complain about how little sleep he gets. I have started coming in early and just sitting on my phone for hours so I don't wake him up. And he also doesn't wear headphones or take melatonin or anything. I hate to be this guy, but I will be him--even with you waking up you probably get around 7 hours of sleep, which is PLENTY ENOUGH to go sit at a desk and twiddle your thumbs for 8 hours (which is how our jobs are). I can do it on two hours of sleep and I don't meal prep or work out every day or wake up with the sun and I drink loads of coffee every morning. He tried to lecture us about how we were in our prime time for mental development that we should get enough sleep. Bro come on I'm just here to make money without causing any trouble. I'm not bending my sleep schedule for you.
I have eight weeks left. Only eight weeks. But god these past few weeks have felt so long and I don't know what to do besides suck it up and keep pushing.
2023.06.05 06:11 El-8 GPU has 3 8 pin connectors - help
Hello, I recently built my first pc.... I slapped a ASRock Phantom Gaming D OC Radeon RX 6800 XT 16 GB Video Card (might be for sale soon) and the damn thing has 3 power connectors on it. I will likely not overclock anything so it was suggested to only plug two 8 pin cables in and leave the pigtail out of it. If so, which two?? It seems like a simple question but I can't get a straight answer out of anyone. Please help me and know that I am absolutely faking knowing what I'm talking about.
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2023.06.05 06:10 ocean_swims Amidst all the noise, let's take a moment to remember her alleged victims
We've had a lot of fodder these past weeks and it has been juicy! We've been spoiled for choice, between the near-catastrophic incident, the Hertz entrance, the birthday parties for the kiddos that may or may not have happened, and the never-ending legal dramas of the pair. However, I want to take a second to mention ILBW's alleged victims.
Here she is, all these years on, with a platform so large that she's regularly headline news. She has been "awarded" multiple times for "acts of service, bravery, feminism, etc." (quotes the way Joey Tribbiani uses them). :)
How must her victims feel seeing this? The staff who worked for her and helped her become a household name, the friends she dumped as she climbed the ladder, the family she disowned, and all the other unwitting victims of her narcissistic rage and bullying along the way. They know who she is behind the scenes. She's the one who had them working at all hours to appease her (family, friends and staff alike). They were screamed at, belittled, used, undermined, fired/ghosted, and left feeling broken and confused. Then it was all documented in Spare, almost as a point of pride for the Parkles, which must feel like salt poured into the victims' wounds.
Many reports say that her former staff remain traumatized to this day by the way she, in particular, treated them, several of them still suffering from anxiety as a result. That's not a small thing. Anxiety ruins a person's quality of life and leaves them so fragile. It's horrible that she could have caused so much pain in such a short amount of time in the BRF.
It must be harder still to watch ILBW get up on stage to repeatedly talk about having a voice, using that voice, and standing in her truth, while the audience applauds her for this word-salad disguised as profundity. Meanwhile, the victims are all tied up in NDAs that effectively silence their voices and bury their experience of her bullying. Her title, her global platform, her famous "friends" and her incessant PR machine make it so her voice is heard loud and clear. Her own droning and self-aggrandizing speeches and her revisionist version of events will always be amplified due to her notoriety. They who know the real truth can only look on and feel the deep cut of her hypocrisy, as she has gagged them and buried their side of the story.
The reports that she was treating people horribly, when the Queen herself was known to treat her staff like members of the family, is what first turned me against the couple (along with Harry's decline into victim-villain and the role his therapy has played in this, but that's a discussion for another time).
So this is just a post to remember all her victims whom she hopes will be forgotten in her PR noise. There's a lot of press focused on the South Parkles and many distractions from the facts, but to those she has allegedly hurt: we see you, we believe you and we are speaking up with you.
PS. My first post on this sub, intended for discussion. Please share your insights on the subject, whether it's your analysis on ILBW and the reports of her behaviour, or your own experience of being a narc victim.
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Here she is, all these years on, with a platform so large that she's regularly headline news. She has been "awarded" multiple times for "acts of service, bravery, feminism, etc." (quotes the way Joey Tribbiani uses them). :)
How must her victims feel seeing this? The staff who worked for her and helped her become a household name, the friends she dumped as she climbed the ladder, the family she disowned, and all the other unwitting victims of her narcissistic rage and bullying along the way. They know who she is behind the scenes. She's the one who had them working at all hours to appease her (family, friends and staff alike). They were screamed at, belittled, used, undermined, fired/ghosted, and left feeling broken and confused. Then it was all documented in Spare, almost as a point of pride for the Parkles, which must feel like salt poured into the victims' wounds.
Many reports say that her former staff remain traumatized to this day by the way she, in particular, treated them, several of them still suffering from anxiety as a result. That's not a small thing. Anxiety ruins a person's quality of life and leaves them so fragile. It's horrible that she could have caused so much pain in such a short amount of time in the BRF.
It must be harder still to watch ILBW get up on stage to repeatedly talk about having a voice, using that voice, and standing in her truth, while the audience applauds her for this word-salad disguised as profundity. Meanwhile, the victims are all tied up in NDAs that effectively silence their voices and bury their experience of her bullying. Her title, her global platform, her famous "friends" and her incessant PR machine make it so her voice is heard loud and clear. Her own droning and self-aggrandizing speeches and her revisionist version of events will always be amplified due to her notoriety. They who know the real truth can only look on and feel the deep cut of her hypocrisy, as she has gagged them and buried their side of the story.
The reports that she was treating people horribly, when the Queen herself was known to treat her staff like members of the family, is what first turned me against the couple (along with Harry's decline into victim-villain and the role his therapy has played in this, but that's a discussion for another time).
So this is just a post to remember all her victims whom she hopes will be forgotten in her PR noise. There's a lot of press focused on the South Parkles and many distractions from the facts, but to those she has allegedly hurt: we see you, we believe you and we are speaking up with you.
PS. My first post on this sub, intended for discussion. Please share your insights on the subject, whether it's your analysis on ILBW and the reports of her behaviour, or your own experience of being a narc victim.
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2023.06.05 06:10 dovahkiin22734 non-rgb desktop
can anyone help me find a decent computer that dont have rgb? I just want a nice solid black computer, but i dont know nearly enough to buy and build my own.
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Hiii, i’m a argentinian swiftie looking for some help to afford, taylor tickets, the tickets sale opens tomorrow and only last 48hr and i’m a broke uni student and have no money till 25th, i’m only 35$ away, i’ll appreciate any help, every cent counts. here is my boyfriend’s paypal account
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Hello, I am 32 years old and graduated college in 2014 with a BA in Economics. I've been unemployed for 2 1/2 years (was laid off from my county job a couple of weeks before covid lockdowns started) and I've never had a good full time career job. I still live with my fatheparents and I really don't know how to move forward. I've lived in California my whole life, but getting to live on my own would be difficult, because of inflation everything in California is super expensive and the wages don't make up for that. I don't know much about other states and potential careers that could help me live alone in a good apartment in a good area. I don't really have anybody who can guide me through these things. Being an introverted person does not help and it feels like everybody is an absolute dick when discussing jobs/making a living (seems like I can't seem to have a solid discussion like I do other subjects). Is there anything that would match a quiet/reserved person? I really don't want to work in sales (personality, commission, many are scams).
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2023.06.05 06:09 Beanhedge On Surviving
My first deployment was in Serbia, protecting Belgarad. I spent most of it sitting in various trenches, trying to keep my pants unshat. Or listening to speeches about bravery.
“Nothing is hard to concur,” Our captain told us, one day. “If you keep your head about you.”
He was lying.
He’s dead now.
Like most of my command that Spring, he had a lethal case of having his head up his ass. No one then quite comprehended why we were there, waiting in those blasted hills, and they thought, foolishly, that what we were fighting was like any other enemy.
But we weren’t fighting men.
We were fighting a Slith. And the locals told us that meant death.
Our first engagement was near Vrsac. An ambush. We lost half our platoon, including my friend, Andi, in the middle of the night, when the guy on sentry—a dipshit private called Kiersten—went for a piss. I was asleep in a lucky foxhole.
So I didn’t actually fight one for another two weeks.
To describe facing a Slith is to misrepresent the experience.
There’s a reason all our photos are aerial.
When I looked over my trench that fateful day, I saw human bodies squirming and writhing atop a great ball of flesh, stilted on spidery legs. Some of them were intact. Others were not. But they moved anyway, the nerve core at the center of that thing contracting their dead muscles.
I froze.
Our artillery hit the Slith’s center.
Have you ever seen a video of a spider sac bursting?
That thing exploded in a rain of meat and blood, and it did not die. Hundreds of smaller creatures flew off it like fuzz on a dandelion*.* Soon they would reform, carrying our death bodies with them. And the Slith would grow, eat, excrete waste.
But now they hunted us.
I shouldered my rifle and aimed for one of the larger masses. Kiersten banged into me.
“My gun! My gun!” He screamed. He’d lost his.
I hardly noticed. The torso of a man sprinted toward me, a fox's head grafted onto his chest, and those distinctive curling tendrils running out his back. He was decayed, rotting. I cut him in half with bullets.
Then over the hills, a familiar head, atop a spidery body of limbs.
Andi. My friend.
She descended on our position.
I wasn’t even surprised when she started talking. Kiersten was trying to grab my gun. Panicking.
“Watson.” She said, frantically. “You have to listen, we’re alive in there. We’re just hungry. I can make it painless.”
“Andi.” I said. I was crying.
Then I turned and shot Kiersten in the face.
Andi stared at me. Then she smiled gently. Her slithian chest unfolded like a paper fortune teller.
She never broke eye contact while she ate him.
And laying at the bottom of that trench, I lived.
So I’ve learned.
The trick to surviving isn’t keeping your own head.
It’s keeping someone else's.
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“Nothing is hard to concur,” Our captain told us, one day. “If you keep your head about you.”
He was lying.
He’s dead now.
Like most of my command that Spring, he had a lethal case of having his head up his ass. No one then quite comprehended why we were there, waiting in those blasted hills, and they thought, foolishly, that what we were fighting was like any other enemy.
But we weren’t fighting men.
We were fighting a Slith. And the locals told us that meant death.
Our first engagement was near Vrsac. An ambush. We lost half our platoon, including my friend, Andi, in the middle of the night, when the guy on sentry—a dipshit private called Kiersten—went for a piss. I was asleep in a lucky foxhole.
So I didn’t actually fight one for another two weeks.
To describe facing a Slith is to misrepresent the experience.
There’s a reason all our photos are aerial.
When I looked over my trench that fateful day, I saw human bodies squirming and writhing atop a great ball of flesh, stilted on spidery legs. Some of them were intact. Others were not. But they moved anyway, the nerve core at the center of that thing contracting their dead muscles.
I froze.
Our artillery hit the Slith’s center.
Have you ever seen a video of a spider sac bursting?
That thing exploded in a rain of meat and blood, and it did not die. Hundreds of smaller creatures flew off it like fuzz on a dandelion*.* Soon they would reform, carrying our death bodies with them. And the Slith would grow, eat, excrete waste.
But now they hunted us.
I shouldered my rifle and aimed for one of the larger masses. Kiersten banged into me.
“My gun! My gun!” He screamed. He’d lost his.
I hardly noticed. The torso of a man sprinted toward me, a fox's head grafted onto his chest, and those distinctive curling tendrils running out his back. He was decayed, rotting. I cut him in half with bullets.
Then over the hills, a familiar head, atop a spidery body of limbs.
Andi. My friend.
She descended on our position.
I wasn’t even surprised when she started talking. Kiersten was trying to grab my gun. Panicking.
“Watson.” She said, frantically. “You have to listen, we’re alive in there. We’re just hungry. I can make it painless.”
“Andi.” I said. I was crying.
Then I turned and shot Kiersten in the face.
Andi stared at me. Then she smiled gently. Her slithian chest unfolded like a paper fortune teller.
She never broke eye contact while she ate him.
And laying at the bottom of that trench, I lived.
So I’ve learned.
The trick to surviving isn’t keeping your own head.
It’s keeping someone else's.
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2023.06.05 06:08 Determination7 An Outcast In Another World (Subtitle: Is 'Insanity' A Racial Trait?) [Fantasy, LitRPG] - Chapter 199 (Book 5 Chapter 25)
Ragnavi stood at the edge of a hill located beside the Dragonkin encampment. She breathed in, drinking deep from the crisp morning air.
It tasted wrong.
I have been dancing to Elnaril's tune. She was still coming to terms with that particular revelation. Even now, admitting it rankled her. The notion that she'd allowed herself to be blinded by her pursuit of EXP...fuck, it was shameful. No one else knew, but she did, and that was already bad enough.
Hindsight made it all seem so obvious. This entire war was a farce. Her armies had advanced unopposed because they were never meant to be opposed. Their string of victories, and the Harpies she'd slain as EXP, were little more than a trail of bait leading her towards Elnaril's capital city. No other explanation made sense.
Not that she'd looked especially hard for an explanation until yesterday. It was much more convenient to adorn Elnaril with neat, concise labels. Why had he declared war? Because he was greedy. Why were his armies failing so spectacularly? Because he was incompetent. Ragnavi had been content to look no further than that.
After learning Elnaril was controlled by the Blight, however? That changed matters.
Most of her soldiers refused to believe it. In truth, the Harpies they'd extracted the information from refused to believe it as well. They'd thrown out the rumors as a desperate measure to buy favor, explaining how distressing Message Crystal reports of a Blight-possessed Elnaril were coming from cities to the far east. The concept seemed ludicrous, and Ragnavi likely would have dismissed it as hearsay – if it weren't for the numerous corroborating accounts of disappearances in the capital. Nobles, civilians and Combat Class users alike, all vanishing without a trace.
When combined with Elnaril's flagrant lack of regard for the lives of his people, it indicated a pattern. Not of greedy incompetence, but of calculated malice.
Others could stick their heads in the sand if they wished. Ragnavi had grown up in the pit of vipers that was the Dragonkin court, and she could smell deceit from leagues away. This Blight-infected Elnaril wanted her army to continue marching straight towards the capital city. For him, abomination that he was, sacrificing the lives of thousands of Harpies in order to draw her attention was no worse than spilling loose change on the ground.
What have you prepared that instills you with such confidence? What awaits me at the capital?
She supposed that she'd be finding out soon, when she left her armies behind and flew ahead alone.
If Ragnavi was capable of greater self-delusion, she might have been able to convince herself that she was acting pragmatically. There were just enough benefits for it to be a half-sensible plan. Compared to the maddeningly slow gait of her armies, she could travel significantly faster on her own. Flying solo would let her reach the capital in less than ten days, while trekking with her soldiers across the bulk of Harpy territory would take months more. And it wasn't as if any Harpies she crossed paths with could keep pace with her, so there was no real danger to it.
I am playing the role of a Scout, she told herself. We must know what Elnaril is plotting before advancing further. Arriving at the capital earlier than he anticipates, before he's recalled more Harpies to fortify his position, may give rise to unforeseen opportunities. I will observe the city from a safe distance – and if a chance arises to disrupt his plans, no Combat Class user in the world is better-suited to taking advantage of that scenario than myself.
Sound logic...if she ignored the fury boiling inside her. The last Blight she'd encountered left her with agonizing Corruption sickness that afflicted her to this day. Its death hadn't been anywhere near sufficient of a revenge. Now a second Blight was trying to make a fool of her, and she was supposed to avert her eyes from that offense?
No. Perhaps the cautious route would have been to avoid the capital city, Scouring the rest of Harpy territory for EXP, but she was no mewling newborn that cowered from a challenge when it presented itself. She was a Dragonkin. A true Dragonkin. Elnaril would pay for his transgressions in blood and fire.
Ragnavi recognized that her desires were born from hubris. She also did not care. What good was all the power she'd accumulated if she couldn't use it as she pleased?
An approaching presence jarred her from her thoughts. She turned around to see the man she'd called for standing several feet away, although he was 4 minutes and 13 seconds late. Considering his circumstances, she would afford him a measure of leniency. "Vurshath."
"My Queen." Her retainer nodded to her. "You wished to see me?"
She examined the man closely. Vurshath's posture was slouched by a quarter of an inch, and black circles were emblazoned under his eyes, so dark that they could've been mistaken for paint. He was exhibiting unacceptable weakness for a retainer of the Dragon Queen to show. The kind that invited vultures to swoop down and pick at your carcass.
Yet even if the other retainers attempted to depose him at this very instant, Ragnavi wasn't certain if Vurshath would care. He was still recovering from the loss of his wife. It was one thing to claim that your family was prepared to die in battle; another to witness that gruesome vow become a reality. The Dragonkin casualties thus far had been sparse, but sparse was not zero, and Vurshath's wife happened to roll poorly in the game of war.
The pain in his eyes was one that Ragnavi was intimately familiar with.
"As you are aware, I shall be traveling to the Harpy capital," she began. "I intend to head straight there, without detours or excessive rest. It is unlikely that I will encounter anything more than the occasional Harpy along the way."
She locked eyes with him. "However. While the odds are egregiously small, there remains a possibility that I will encounter...others."
Vurshath's posture stiffened. His facial muscles twitched sporadically, a cauldron of emotions threatening to boil forth. "I see."
Ragnavi allowed him a grace period of three seconds before continuing. "Your wayward pariah of a daughter. What is her name?"
Silence.
"Meyneth," he finally spat, as if it was a curse. Vurshath didn't bother asking why Ragnavi wished to know. Among the scattered pieces of information the Harpy prisoners had divulged, one interesting fact was the makeup of the Human's core Party. Four Elves, two Fiends, the Human himself...
And a Dragonkin. With the same age, height, and scale coloration of Vurshath's exiled progeny.
It could be mere coincidence. After what happened with Elnaril, though, Ragnavi was hesitant to accept such a simple, convenient explanation.
Meyneth. Ragnavi committed the name to memory. "I shall ask you one more question. If luck smiles on me, and I come across the Human's Party, and I cast Identify on the Dragonkin in his Party, and their name is a match for your daughter's...what would you have me do? This is not a puzzle or a test. I am letting you decide."
She wondered if he fully appreciated the boon she was granting him. The Human's pet Dragonkin was a traitor to their race. Such a lowly creature deserved nothing less than to be executed, without recourse or remorse. It was only out of respect for Vurshath's recent loss that Ragnavi was willing to give his daughter a second chance.
Upon hearing her words, the man lost any semblance of composure. His face twisted into an ugly rictus of anguish and hatred, and when he spoke, the words were laced with a venom that could fell gorebeasts. "Kill her." Vurshath balled his hands into shaking fists. "Kill her. Kill her quickly. She does not deserve to exist. A world where Velen is gone, yet that defect persists is a world of mockery that I cannot abide."
Ragnavi nodded. She was plenty willing to fulfill his request. Slaying enemies was one of the few things that still gave her joy in life. Even so, a part of her was disappointed. Vurshath's choice proved that the two of them possessed incompatible personalities. He could be entertaining enough – when not wallowing in misery – but Ragnavi was averse to spending time with someone who would condemn a family member so readily.
It was the end of their acquaintanceship. When she returned from her mission, she would cut him loose, and that would be that.
"Goodbye, Vurshath." Ragnavi turned around, and without another word, assumed her Draconic Form. The Corruptive pain of transformation gradually subsided, after which she took flight and began her journey.
Ten days. A prelude to the storm. She'd use that respite to prepare herself, and whoever she met next – be that Meyneth, the Human, or Elnaril himself – would regret opposing her as the flames took them.
--
Rob sat alone in his tent, rubbing his hands together and suppressing maniacal laughter. He was probably spending too much time with Malika during the dimension mage sessions, because some of her mannerisms were becoming infectious. Usually the big sibling was supposed to be a bad influence on the little sibling, but she'd already stolen all his swear words, so now it was his turn to pick up habits.
And that was okay! Today was an excellent day for maniacal laughter. It wasn't often that a Combat Class user reached a 200 stat point milestone. And by often, he meant fucking never. He was pretty sure even the Dragon Queen hadn't done that naturally, excluding her doubled stats. She'd likely gone with a more balanced spread that didn't prohibitively favor one stat over the others – like a boring loser.
Alright, maybe he was feeling a bit hyper, but he deserved the good vibes after yesterday's war battle. Spending stat points was one of the few types of pure, no-strings-attached joy that Elatra offered.
Drum roll please! Rob played the sound effect in his head, then added 15 of his unspent points into Vitality, bringing its total up to 200.
Do Not Go Gently Level Increased! 5 → 6
Lifesurge Level Increased! 23 → 26
Dauntless Reprisal Level Increased! 21 → 24
Imbue Vitality Level Increased! 2 → 3
Regeneration Level Increased! 29 → 32
Regrow Self Level Increased! 1 → 2
Passive Skill Learned! Name: Lifedrinker (LEGENDARY)
As an appetizer for the main course, Rob quickly ran through the laundry list of bonuses for his Skills. Let's see...Do Not Go Gently's cooldown and duration went down and up, respectively. Lifesurge and Dauntless Reprisal's cooldown dropped to 2 minutes. Lifesurge also heals 100% of my maximum health now. Imbue Vitality has a 5x damage multiplier instead of 4x. Regrow Self is twice as fast. Regeneration...
...Holy shit, Regeneration.
Eyes wide, Rob moved on to his new Skill, which should shed light on what he'd just read.
Name: Lifedrinker (LEGENDARY) Prerequisite: Vitality 200 Description: The final Vitality Skill that can be learned solely through stat gains. Effects of Regeneration are multiplied by a factor of 15. Additionally, whenever the owner of this Skill kills a worthwhile opponent, their maximum HP permanently increases by 3.
Okay.
This was big.
Lifedrinker being the final Vitality milestone was slightly disappointing, but realistically speaking, he would've needed to put three-fourths of his future stat points into Vitality to hit 250 anyway. He'd neglected his other stats to get to 200, so diversifying from here on out was for the best. Besides – Lifedrinker's benefits easily made up for there being no new milestones.
First: Regeneration. Multiplying its current effects by 15 meant that he now restored 80% of his maximum HP every minute. No panic Lifesurge necessary. Even in fights where his Skills were on cooldown, or an enemy was making it difficult for him to heal via Lifesteal damage, as long as he held on, he would be back to full HP in 75 seconds at the most. It also meant that the partial Regeneration he shared with his allies would be way stronger. Anything that kept his friends alive was a huge win in his book.
With all that said, it was Lifedrinker's secondary effect that was throwing Rob for a loop. Whenever he killed a 'worthwhile opponent', his maximum HP would go up by 3. That was...potentially the most important Skill effect he'd ever learned.
At a glance, it might not seem that impressive. Rob already had 2000 HP. Increasing it by 3 per kill wouldn't be a dramatic boost – initially. The thing was that Lifedrinker had no upper limit. Theoretically, if Rob could keep finding worthwhile opponents, his Vitality would never stop increasing. The hard cap of Level 99 would no longer be an impassable wall preventing him from growing stronger.
That had been on his mind, if he was being honest. The Dragon Queen was a double stats cheater, and the gods were literally gods. What would he have done if he'd reached Level 99 and it just...wasn't enough? He could try to boost his existing Skills by getting into more fights, but that was subject to diminishing returns. Tough Skin was a prime example of that; despite Rob taking a beating against the monster stampede, the Skill hadn't increased. The last time it did was when a Blight decapitated him and ate most of his body. If he needed to one-up that feat to make Tough Skin level again, then it likely never would.
Lifedrinker was simpler. Kill enemies, get HP. The 'worthwhile' stipulation was a limiting factor – he couldn't toss a Riardin Special onto an anthill and reap the rewards – but he could work with that. There were hundreds of monsters in a single high-Level Dungeon, and they respawned over time. If enemies above, say, Level 35 were considered worthwhile, then awesome. If they weren't?
Looks like I'm going to be the schmuck who lets a Dungeon grow on purpose. He'd save that as a last resort. Could blow up in his face, but, eh. What did it matter if a Dungeon overflowed, when the alternative was Ragnavi and the gods doing their thing?
There was just one issue. Lifedrinker's bonus needed to be built up. An infinite upper limit was worth jack shit if the base number stayed at 0. The sooner, the better, too, as Ragnavi's army was about a month away from them. He'd love to go trawling for Dungeons right this second, but Rob doubted that Elnaril was going to wait on his behalf before getting bored and infecting Loci of Power. The only way forward was to continue south to the capital and build Lifedrinker in...different ways.
Rob's train of thought screeched to a halt. When he really looked at it, Lifedrinker's timing seemed more than a little dubious. He couldn't help but notice that he'd been given a Skill that incentivized killing while in the middle of a war.
A war where he was trying to avoid as many enemy casualties as possible.
It could just be a coincidence. Stat milestones happened on his terms. The system would've given him the same Skill if he'd reached 200 Vitality months ago. That was a reasonable assumption to make.
...Still. Didn't feel right. He wished he could do some research on the subject, but it wasn't like there was anyone on-hand he could cross-reference 200 Vitality with. Had the Dragon Queen gotten the same Skill? Would explain why she was so murder crazy.
After some thought, Rob shook his head. Considering how many people she'd slaughtered in The Scouring, a Dragon Queen with Lifedrinker wouldn't have struggled to defeat the Blight of Broadwater. Which meant two possibilities: her bonus double stats didn't count for Skill Prerequisites, or Lifedrinker was a custom Skill that the Skills had cooked up for him.
Rob wasn't a fan of that idea. The Skills were victims in this whole fucked-up affair. He didn't want to imagine them hand-crafting an ability that encouraged him to kill a bunch of people. Were they-
He froze. Something on his Character Sheet was different.
Name: Lifedrinker (LEGENDARY) Prerequisite: Vitality 200 Description: The final Vitality Skill that can be learned purely through stat gains. Effects of Regeneration are multiplied by a factor of 15. Additionally, whenever the owner of this Skill kills a worthwhile opponent, their maximum HP permanently increases by 3. It could have been a utopia.
His eyes fell on the last sentence in the Description.
Before he could respond, it changed once more.
Description: The final Vitality Skill that can be learned purely through stat gains. Effects of Regeneration are multiplied by a factor of 15. It could have been a utopia. This world is a charnel house of death. Your home is not so dissimilar. You do not know what true peace is like. What it can be. How it can be achieved.
The words kept changing.
Description: The final Vitality Skill that can be learned purely through stat gains. But they know. They've seen them. Created them before. They could have made a utopia. And they chose not to.
Changing.
Description: You cannot comprehend it. What this war means. The real war. Not pointed sticks piercing flesh. The war of existence. Of reality. More than a single world at stake. Many after. Potentially infinite lives. Never ends. Unless stopped here.
Change.
Description: They are vulnerable. System is their heart. Mana is their lifeblood. Poured too much of themselves. Tied to world. Cannot...
The words wavered, almost fading away, before returning.
Description: Their leader recognizes mistakes. Won't make them again. Will never be this vulnerable again. Only opportunity.
Description: Lifedrinker. Crafted. Best we could manage. Highest probability. Of victory. Distasteful. We know.
Description: Remember. Stakes. Consequences. And. Choose.
Rob blinked.
Description: The final Vitality Skill that can be learned purely through stat gains. Effects of Regeneration are multiplied by a factor of 15. Additionally, whenever the owner of this Skill kills a worthwhile opponent, their maximum HP permanently increases by 3.
The words were still and unchanging.
He sat there for a long time. Mulling over everything he'd just been told. Contemplating the enormity of what lay ahead.
"Ah." Rob's voice was quiet, barely a whisper. "So no pressure, then."
--
The next few days were an exhausting mixture of lighthearted Skill testing and existential dread, knocking around Rob's emotional state like a ping-pong ball.
Everyone in the coalition was excited over Lifedrinker. Well, everyone except Seneschal Sylpeiros, King Cyraeneus, and Nerasi, that is. They were already thinking of the kind of threat Rob might be in the future – and not liking what they envisioned. Cyraeneus and Nerasi mostly took the news in stride, understanding that Rob would be more crucial than anyone in defeating Queen Ragnavi. For now, his strength was their strength.
Sylpeiros...was less accepting. He went on a minor rant about bullshit Human leveling and bullshit Human Skills before stalking off into the distance and putting himself in a self-imposed time out. When the Seneschal returned, he was calm as can be and ready to offer advice, only the slight twitch of his eye indicating that anything was amiss.
Rob appreciated the free entertainment. Sylpeiros' meltdown was the funniest shit he'd seen all week, and it helped keep him grounded as the coalition advanced further south towards the capital city.
Initial testing of Lifedrinker proved unsuccessful, which was to be expected. Powerful monsters rarely spawned outside of Dungeons, and most of the high-Level wildlife in Harpy territory had been conscripted into Elnaril's monster stampede. After Rob killed a Level 29 snake with nothing to show for it, everyone decided that he should hold off unless something in the Level 35+ range appeared, lest he hog EXP that could benefit the coalition soldiers.
They kept an eye out for Dungeons as they traveled. Once Elnaril was dead, there should be time to investigate them before the Dragonkin army arrived at the Harpy capital. Going on varied Dungeon Crawls would be the real litmus test of what Lifedrinker deemed a worthwhile opponent.
That was about when the dust settled, leaving Rob without distractions, forcing him to think about what the Skills had revealed.
As much as he wanted to be shocked, what they'd said made a grim sort of sense. It matched the information he'd learned so far. Diplomacy's Elatra – the previous world that had been destroyed by the gods – didn't necessarily need to be the original Elatra. For all Rob knew, it could have been Elatra #10. Just another petri dish in a long line of divine experiments.
Except that things were different this time. According to the Skills, the gods were vulnerable. They'd fucked up somehow. Invested too much of themselves in this particular world. It was easy to imagine why. Success breeds complacency, and if this was Elatra #50 or whatever, then they were on a winning streak that had lasted for longer than Rob could fathom.
What did the Skills say about the gods' leader? That he recognized their mistakes, and wouldn't make them again? Rob grimaced. Should've memorized it with Recall when I had the chance. The specific wording might be important.
Regardless, he was fairly certain that the gods' leader referred to Kismet, if only because that was the one god Rob had met with anything resembling impulse control. Kismet seemed judicious; he would correct the gods' mistakes and prevent them from being this vulnerable in the future.
A dense lump of anxiety formed in Rob's chest as he considered that. Being responsible for the fate of one world was bad enough. Two, if he included Earth. Being responsible for the fate of every world that would be created and tortured in the event of his failure was...
Words couldn't describe it.
When viewed in that light, he understood why the Skills gave him Lifedrinker and all but pushed him to get busy killing. From a utilitarian standpoint, the lives of everyone in Elatra and Earth were not worth the immeasurable amount of suffering that would continue if the gods lived.
Rob grabbed that thought, tied weights around its ankles, and dropped it into a deep lake. I just need to concentrate on one thing at a time, he told himself. First Elnaril, then Ragnavi and Dungeon Crawling, then figure out the gods. It sounds less impossible if I reduce it to a series of steps. Or a hit list. We'll save this world, and we'll do it \my* way, without losing sight of who we are.*
He took comfort in his resolve, although it felt strained. Somehow I doubt this is what Goroth had in mind when he told me I was going to end up making tough decisions. He was probably referring to, like, boring political stuff. Not the fate of multiple worlds and the lives of billions.
Rob sighed. Crap. I...may owe him an apology. Still stand by everything I said, but he was just looking out for me, and I came on pretty strong. Should clear the air with him.
Eventually.
--
Days passed. Rob informed Riardin's Rangers and the Elders about what the Skills revealed. They reacted about as well as him. Nothing changed, technically, yet they were even more cognizant of the price of failure than before.
Thankfully, the coalition hadn't been ambushed by Harpies a second time. Elnaril learned his lesson. He'd either consolidated his remaining forces into the capital city, or they were being sent to fight Dragonkin on the western front. Rob hoped for the latter – it would make seizing the capital way easier. And on a more selfish note, if Harpies needed to die so that Elnaril could be overthrown, he'd rather the Dragonkin be responsible for their deaths than him.
Finally, after a full week of travel, the coalition had almost arrived. They'd be at the capital city tomorrow. Their long journey was coming to its end.
Which meant that Rob was running out of time. There wouldn't be much chance to talk once the invasion of the capital began. He'd been meaning to speak with Goroth, but unfortunately, he'd delegated that responsibility to the part of himself that specialized in procrastination. Whoops.
It was now or never. All he had to do was...step outside his tent. Take initiative. Be a mature, rational adult.
Yup.
...Can't I just go wrestle a Blight instead?
At that moment, a Fiend mage burst inside. "Lord Roy!"
Oh thank god. A reasonable distraction. "What's up?"
"I have a missive from...my group."
The dimension mages. That one sentence caught Rob's attention in an iron grip. "And?" he asked, keeping his expectations in check. He didn't want for hope to swell, only to be dashed against the rocks of reality. "Is it good news?"
"We've made a breakthrough. Before you grow too excited, creating a door remains beyond our capabilities." The mage smiled. "A window, however, is feasible. It would be one-way. The people of Earth could not interact with you, nor you with them. But for a brief period, you would be able to gaze upon your home world."
Rob was already on his feet. "When?"
"Now, if you wish."
He absolutely fucking wished.
--
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It tasted wrong.
I have been dancing to Elnaril's tune. She was still coming to terms with that particular revelation. Even now, admitting it rankled her. The notion that she'd allowed herself to be blinded by her pursuit of EXP...fuck, it was shameful. No one else knew, but she did, and that was already bad enough.
Hindsight made it all seem so obvious. This entire war was a farce. Her armies had advanced unopposed because they were never meant to be opposed. Their string of victories, and the Harpies she'd slain as EXP, were little more than a trail of bait leading her towards Elnaril's capital city. No other explanation made sense.
Not that she'd looked especially hard for an explanation until yesterday. It was much more convenient to adorn Elnaril with neat, concise labels. Why had he declared war? Because he was greedy. Why were his armies failing so spectacularly? Because he was incompetent. Ragnavi had been content to look no further than that.
After learning Elnaril was controlled by the Blight, however? That changed matters.
Most of her soldiers refused to believe it. In truth, the Harpies they'd extracted the information from refused to believe it as well. They'd thrown out the rumors as a desperate measure to buy favor, explaining how distressing Message Crystal reports of a Blight-possessed Elnaril were coming from cities to the far east. The concept seemed ludicrous, and Ragnavi likely would have dismissed it as hearsay – if it weren't for the numerous corroborating accounts of disappearances in the capital. Nobles, civilians and Combat Class users alike, all vanishing without a trace.
When combined with Elnaril's flagrant lack of regard for the lives of his people, it indicated a pattern. Not of greedy incompetence, but of calculated malice.
Others could stick their heads in the sand if they wished. Ragnavi had grown up in the pit of vipers that was the Dragonkin court, and she could smell deceit from leagues away. This Blight-infected Elnaril wanted her army to continue marching straight towards the capital city. For him, abomination that he was, sacrificing the lives of thousands of Harpies in order to draw her attention was no worse than spilling loose change on the ground.
What have you prepared that instills you with such confidence? What awaits me at the capital?
She supposed that she'd be finding out soon, when she left her armies behind and flew ahead alone.
If Ragnavi was capable of greater self-delusion, she might have been able to convince herself that she was acting pragmatically. There were just enough benefits for it to be a half-sensible plan. Compared to the maddeningly slow gait of her armies, she could travel significantly faster on her own. Flying solo would let her reach the capital in less than ten days, while trekking with her soldiers across the bulk of Harpy territory would take months more. And it wasn't as if any Harpies she crossed paths with could keep pace with her, so there was no real danger to it.
I am playing the role of a Scout, she told herself. We must know what Elnaril is plotting before advancing further. Arriving at the capital earlier than he anticipates, before he's recalled more Harpies to fortify his position, may give rise to unforeseen opportunities. I will observe the city from a safe distance – and if a chance arises to disrupt his plans, no Combat Class user in the world is better-suited to taking advantage of that scenario than myself.
Sound logic...if she ignored the fury boiling inside her. The last Blight she'd encountered left her with agonizing Corruption sickness that afflicted her to this day. Its death hadn't been anywhere near sufficient of a revenge. Now a second Blight was trying to make a fool of her, and she was supposed to avert her eyes from that offense?
No. Perhaps the cautious route would have been to avoid the capital city, Scouring the rest of Harpy territory for EXP, but she was no mewling newborn that cowered from a challenge when it presented itself. She was a Dragonkin. A true Dragonkin. Elnaril would pay for his transgressions in blood and fire.
Ragnavi recognized that her desires were born from hubris. She also did not care. What good was all the power she'd accumulated if she couldn't use it as she pleased?
An approaching presence jarred her from her thoughts. She turned around to see the man she'd called for standing several feet away, although he was 4 minutes and 13 seconds late. Considering his circumstances, she would afford him a measure of leniency. "Vurshath."
"My Queen." Her retainer nodded to her. "You wished to see me?"
She examined the man closely. Vurshath's posture was slouched by a quarter of an inch, and black circles were emblazoned under his eyes, so dark that they could've been mistaken for paint. He was exhibiting unacceptable weakness for a retainer of the Dragon Queen to show. The kind that invited vultures to swoop down and pick at your carcass.
Yet even if the other retainers attempted to depose him at this very instant, Ragnavi wasn't certain if Vurshath would care. He was still recovering from the loss of his wife. It was one thing to claim that your family was prepared to die in battle; another to witness that gruesome vow become a reality. The Dragonkin casualties thus far had been sparse, but sparse was not zero, and Vurshath's wife happened to roll poorly in the game of war.
The pain in his eyes was one that Ragnavi was intimately familiar with.
"As you are aware, I shall be traveling to the Harpy capital," she began. "I intend to head straight there, without detours or excessive rest. It is unlikely that I will encounter anything more than the occasional Harpy along the way."
She locked eyes with him. "However. While the odds are egregiously small, there remains a possibility that I will encounter...others."
Vurshath's posture stiffened. His facial muscles twitched sporadically, a cauldron of emotions threatening to boil forth. "I see."
Ragnavi allowed him a grace period of three seconds before continuing. "Your wayward pariah of a daughter. What is her name?"
Silence.
"Meyneth," he finally spat, as if it was a curse. Vurshath didn't bother asking why Ragnavi wished to know. Among the scattered pieces of information the Harpy prisoners had divulged, one interesting fact was the makeup of the Human's core Party. Four Elves, two Fiends, the Human himself...
And a Dragonkin. With the same age, height, and scale coloration of Vurshath's exiled progeny.
It could be mere coincidence. After what happened with Elnaril, though, Ragnavi was hesitant to accept such a simple, convenient explanation.
Meyneth. Ragnavi committed the name to memory. "I shall ask you one more question. If luck smiles on me, and I come across the Human's Party, and I cast Identify on the Dragonkin in his Party, and their name is a match for your daughter's...what would you have me do? This is not a puzzle or a test. I am letting you decide."
She wondered if he fully appreciated the boon she was granting him. The Human's pet Dragonkin was a traitor to their race. Such a lowly creature deserved nothing less than to be executed, without recourse or remorse. It was only out of respect for Vurshath's recent loss that Ragnavi was willing to give his daughter a second chance.
Upon hearing her words, the man lost any semblance of composure. His face twisted into an ugly rictus of anguish and hatred, and when he spoke, the words were laced with a venom that could fell gorebeasts. "Kill her." Vurshath balled his hands into shaking fists. "Kill her. Kill her quickly. She does not deserve to exist. A world where Velen is gone, yet that defect persists is a world of mockery that I cannot abide."
Ragnavi nodded. She was plenty willing to fulfill his request. Slaying enemies was one of the few things that still gave her joy in life. Even so, a part of her was disappointed. Vurshath's choice proved that the two of them possessed incompatible personalities. He could be entertaining enough – when not wallowing in misery – but Ragnavi was averse to spending time with someone who would condemn a family member so readily.
It was the end of their acquaintanceship. When she returned from her mission, she would cut him loose, and that would be that.
"Goodbye, Vurshath." Ragnavi turned around, and without another word, assumed her Draconic Form. The Corruptive pain of transformation gradually subsided, after which she took flight and began her journey.
Ten days. A prelude to the storm. She'd use that respite to prepare herself, and whoever she met next – be that Meyneth, the Human, or Elnaril himself – would regret opposing her as the flames took them.
--
Rob sat alone in his tent, rubbing his hands together and suppressing maniacal laughter. He was probably spending too much time with Malika during the dimension mage sessions, because some of her mannerisms were becoming infectious. Usually the big sibling was supposed to be a bad influence on the little sibling, but she'd already stolen all his swear words, so now it was his turn to pick up habits.
And that was okay! Today was an excellent day for maniacal laughter. It wasn't often that a Combat Class user reached a 200 stat point milestone. And by often, he meant fucking never. He was pretty sure even the Dragon Queen hadn't done that naturally, excluding her doubled stats. She'd likely gone with a more balanced spread that didn't prohibitively favor one stat over the others – like a boring loser.
Alright, maybe he was feeling a bit hyper, but he deserved the good vibes after yesterday's war battle. Spending stat points was one of the few types of pure, no-strings-attached joy that Elatra offered.
Drum roll please! Rob played the sound effect in his head, then added 15 of his unspent points into Vitality, bringing its total up to 200.
Do Not Go Gently Level Increased! 5 → 6
Lifesurge Level Increased! 23 → 26
Dauntless Reprisal Level Increased! 21 → 24
Imbue Vitality Level Increased! 2 → 3
Regeneration Level Increased! 29 → 32
Regrow Self Level Increased! 1 → 2
Passive Skill Learned! Name: Lifedrinker (LEGENDARY)
As an appetizer for the main course, Rob quickly ran through the laundry list of bonuses for his Skills. Let's see...Do Not Go Gently's cooldown and duration went down and up, respectively. Lifesurge and Dauntless Reprisal's cooldown dropped to 2 minutes. Lifesurge also heals 100% of my maximum health now. Imbue Vitality has a 5x damage multiplier instead of 4x. Regrow Self is twice as fast. Regeneration...
...Holy shit, Regeneration.
Eyes wide, Rob moved on to his new Skill, which should shed light on what he'd just read.
Name: Lifedrinker (LEGENDARY) Prerequisite: Vitality 200 Description: The final Vitality Skill that can be learned solely through stat gains. Effects of Regeneration are multiplied by a factor of 15. Additionally, whenever the owner of this Skill kills a worthwhile opponent, their maximum HP permanently increases by 3.
Okay.
This was big.
Lifedrinker being the final Vitality milestone was slightly disappointing, but realistically speaking, he would've needed to put three-fourths of his future stat points into Vitality to hit 250 anyway. He'd neglected his other stats to get to 200, so diversifying from here on out was for the best. Besides – Lifedrinker's benefits easily made up for there being no new milestones.
First: Regeneration. Multiplying its current effects by 15 meant that he now restored 80% of his maximum HP every minute. No panic Lifesurge necessary. Even in fights where his Skills were on cooldown, or an enemy was making it difficult for him to heal via Lifesteal damage, as long as he held on, he would be back to full HP in 75 seconds at the most. It also meant that the partial Regeneration he shared with his allies would be way stronger. Anything that kept his friends alive was a huge win in his book.
With all that said, it was Lifedrinker's secondary effect that was throwing Rob for a loop. Whenever he killed a 'worthwhile opponent', his maximum HP would go up by 3. That was...potentially the most important Skill effect he'd ever learned.
At a glance, it might not seem that impressive. Rob already had 2000 HP. Increasing it by 3 per kill wouldn't be a dramatic boost – initially. The thing was that Lifedrinker had no upper limit. Theoretically, if Rob could keep finding worthwhile opponents, his Vitality would never stop increasing. The hard cap of Level 99 would no longer be an impassable wall preventing him from growing stronger.
That had been on his mind, if he was being honest. The Dragon Queen was a double stats cheater, and the gods were literally gods. What would he have done if he'd reached Level 99 and it just...wasn't enough? He could try to boost his existing Skills by getting into more fights, but that was subject to diminishing returns. Tough Skin was a prime example of that; despite Rob taking a beating against the monster stampede, the Skill hadn't increased. The last time it did was when a Blight decapitated him and ate most of his body. If he needed to one-up that feat to make Tough Skin level again, then it likely never would.
Lifedrinker was simpler. Kill enemies, get HP. The 'worthwhile' stipulation was a limiting factor – he couldn't toss a Riardin Special onto an anthill and reap the rewards – but he could work with that. There were hundreds of monsters in a single high-Level Dungeon, and they respawned over time. If enemies above, say, Level 35 were considered worthwhile, then awesome. If they weren't?
Looks like I'm going to be the schmuck who lets a Dungeon grow on purpose. He'd save that as a last resort. Could blow up in his face, but, eh. What did it matter if a Dungeon overflowed, when the alternative was Ragnavi and the gods doing their thing?
There was just one issue. Lifedrinker's bonus needed to be built up. An infinite upper limit was worth jack shit if the base number stayed at 0. The sooner, the better, too, as Ragnavi's army was about a month away from them. He'd love to go trawling for Dungeons right this second, but Rob doubted that Elnaril was going to wait on his behalf before getting bored and infecting Loci of Power. The only way forward was to continue south to the capital and build Lifedrinker in...different ways.
Rob's train of thought screeched to a halt. When he really looked at it, Lifedrinker's timing seemed more than a little dubious. He couldn't help but notice that he'd been given a Skill that incentivized killing while in the middle of a war.
A war where he was trying to avoid as many enemy casualties as possible.
It could just be a coincidence. Stat milestones happened on his terms. The system would've given him the same Skill if he'd reached 200 Vitality months ago. That was a reasonable assumption to make.
...Still. Didn't feel right. He wished he could do some research on the subject, but it wasn't like there was anyone on-hand he could cross-reference 200 Vitality with. Had the Dragon Queen gotten the same Skill? Would explain why she was so murder crazy.
After some thought, Rob shook his head. Considering how many people she'd slaughtered in The Scouring, a Dragon Queen with Lifedrinker wouldn't have struggled to defeat the Blight of Broadwater. Which meant two possibilities: her bonus double stats didn't count for Skill Prerequisites, or Lifedrinker was a custom Skill that the Skills had cooked up for him.
Rob wasn't a fan of that idea. The Skills were victims in this whole fucked-up affair. He didn't want to imagine them hand-crafting an ability that encouraged him to kill a bunch of people. Were they-
He froze. Something on his Character Sheet was different.
Name: Lifedrinker (LEGENDARY) Prerequisite: Vitality 200 Description: The final Vitality Skill that can be learned purely through stat gains. Effects of Regeneration are multiplied by a factor of 15. Additionally, whenever the owner of this Skill kills a worthwhile opponent, their maximum HP permanently increases by 3. It could have been a utopia.
His eyes fell on the last sentence in the Description.
Before he could respond, it changed once more.
Description: The final Vitality Skill that can be learned purely through stat gains. Effects of Regeneration are multiplied by a factor of 15. It could have been a utopia. This world is a charnel house of death. Your home is not so dissimilar. You do not know what true peace is like. What it can be. How it can be achieved.
The words kept changing.
Description: The final Vitality Skill that can be learned purely through stat gains. But they know. They've seen them. Created them before. They could have made a utopia. And they chose not to.
Changing.
Description: You cannot comprehend it. What this war means. The real war. Not pointed sticks piercing flesh. The war of existence. Of reality. More than a single world at stake. Many after. Potentially infinite lives. Never ends. Unless stopped here.
Change.
Description: They are vulnerable. System is their heart. Mana is their lifeblood. Poured too much of themselves. Tied to world. Cannot...
The words wavered, almost fading away, before returning.
Description: Their leader recognizes mistakes. Won't make them again. Will never be this vulnerable again. Only opportunity.
Description: Lifedrinker. Crafted. Best we could manage. Highest probability. Of victory. Distasteful. We know.
Description: Remember. Stakes. Consequences. And. Choose.
Rob blinked.
Description: The final Vitality Skill that can be learned purely through stat gains. Effects of Regeneration are multiplied by a factor of 15. Additionally, whenever the owner of this Skill kills a worthwhile opponent, their maximum HP permanently increases by 3.
The words were still and unchanging.
He sat there for a long time. Mulling over everything he'd just been told. Contemplating the enormity of what lay ahead.
"Ah." Rob's voice was quiet, barely a whisper. "So no pressure, then."
--
The next few days were an exhausting mixture of lighthearted Skill testing and existential dread, knocking around Rob's emotional state like a ping-pong ball.
Everyone in the coalition was excited over Lifedrinker. Well, everyone except Seneschal Sylpeiros, King Cyraeneus, and Nerasi, that is. They were already thinking of the kind of threat Rob might be in the future – and not liking what they envisioned. Cyraeneus and Nerasi mostly took the news in stride, understanding that Rob would be more crucial than anyone in defeating Queen Ragnavi. For now, his strength was their strength.
Sylpeiros...was less accepting. He went on a minor rant about bullshit Human leveling and bullshit Human Skills before stalking off into the distance and putting himself in a self-imposed time out. When the Seneschal returned, he was calm as can be and ready to offer advice, only the slight twitch of his eye indicating that anything was amiss.
Rob appreciated the free entertainment. Sylpeiros' meltdown was the funniest shit he'd seen all week, and it helped keep him grounded as the coalition advanced further south towards the capital city.
Initial testing of Lifedrinker proved unsuccessful, which was to be expected. Powerful monsters rarely spawned outside of Dungeons, and most of the high-Level wildlife in Harpy territory had been conscripted into Elnaril's monster stampede. After Rob killed a Level 29 snake with nothing to show for it, everyone decided that he should hold off unless something in the Level 35+ range appeared, lest he hog EXP that could benefit the coalition soldiers.
They kept an eye out for Dungeons as they traveled. Once Elnaril was dead, there should be time to investigate them before the Dragonkin army arrived at the Harpy capital. Going on varied Dungeon Crawls would be the real litmus test of what Lifedrinker deemed a worthwhile opponent.
That was about when the dust settled, leaving Rob without distractions, forcing him to think about what the Skills had revealed.
As much as he wanted to be shocked, what they'd said made a grim sort of sense. It matched the information he'd learned so far. Diplomacy's Elatra – the previous world that had been destroyed by the gods – didn't necessarily need to be the original Elatra. For all Rob knew, it could have been Elatra #10. Just another petri dish in a long line of divine experiments.
Except that things were different this time. According to the Skills, the gods were vulnerable. They'd fucked up somehow. Invested too much of themselves in this particular world. It was easy to imagine why. Success breeds complacency, and if this was Elatra #50 or whatever, then they were on a winning streak that had lasted for longer than Rob could fathom.
What did the Skills say about the gods' leader? That he recognized their mistakes, and wouldn't make them again? Rob grimaced. Should've memorized it with Recall when I had the chance. The specific wording might be important.
Regardless, he was fairly certain that the gods' leader referred to Kismet, if only because that was the one god Rob had met with anything resembling impulse control. Kismet seemed judicious; he would correct the gods' mistakes and prevent them from being this vulnerable in the future.
A dense lump of anxiety formed in Rob's chest as he considered that. Being responsible for the fate of one world was bad enough. Two, if he included Earth. Being responsible for the fate of every world that would be created and tortured in the event of his failure was...
Words couldn't describe it.
When viewed in that light, he understood why the Skills gave him Lifedrinker and all but pushed him to get busy killing. From a utilitarian standpoint, the lives of everyone in Elatra and Earth were not worth the immeasurable amount of suffering that would continue if the gods lived.
Rob grabbed that thought, tied weights around its ankles, and dropped it into a deep lake. I just need to concentrate on one thing at a time, he told himself. First Elnaril, then Ragnavi and Dungeon Crawling, then figure out the gods. It sounds less impossible if I reduce it to a series of steps. Or a hit list. We'll save this world, and we'll do it \my* way, without losing sight of who we are.*
He took comfort in his resolve, although it felt strained. Somehow I doubt this is what Goroth had in mind when he told me I was going to end up making tough decisions. He was probably referring to, like, boring political stuff. Not the fate of multiple worlds and the lives of billions.
Rob sighed. Crap. I...may owe him an apology. Still stand by everything I said, but he was just looking out for me, and I came on pretty strong. Should clear the air with him.
Eventually.
--
Days passed. Rob informed Riardin's Rangers and the Elders about what the Skills revealed. They reacted about as well as him. Nothing changed, technically, yet they were even more cognizant of the price of failure than before.
Thankfully, the coalition hadn't been ambushed by Harpies a second time. Elnaril learned his lesson. He'd either consolidated his remaining forces into the capital city, or they were being sent to fight Dragonkin on the western front. Rob hoped for the latter – it would make seizing the capital way easier. And on a more selfish note, if Harpies needed to die so that Elnaril could be overthrown, he'd rather the Dragonkin be responsible for their deaths than him.
Finally, after a full week of travel, the coalition had almost arrived. They'd be at the capital city tomorrow. Their long journey was coming to its end.
Which meant that Rob was running out of time. There wouldn't be much chance to talk once the invasion of the capital began. He'd been meaning to speak with Goroth, but unfortunately, he'd delegated that responsibility to the part of himself that specialized in procrastination. Whoops.
It was now or never. All he had to do was...step outside his tent. Take initiative. Be a mature, rational adult.
Yup.
...Can't I just go wrestle a Blight instead?
At that moment, a Fiend mage burst inside. "Lord Roy!"
Oh thank god. A reasonable distraction. "What's up?"
"I have a missive from...my group."
The dimension mages. That one sentence caught Rob's attention in an iron grip. "And?" he asked, keeping his expectations in check. He didn't want for hope to swell, only to be dashed against the rocks of reality. "Is it good news?"
"We've made a breakthrough. Before you grow too excited, creating a door remains beyond our capabilities." The mage smiled. "A window, however, is feasible. It would be one-way. The people of Earth could not interact with you, nor you with them. But for a brief period, you would be able to gaze upon your home world."
Rob was already on his feet. "When?"
"Now, if you wish."
He absolutely fucking wished.
--
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2023.06.05 06:08 Puzzled_Win5187 i [NB-20] gave my number to a regular [F-36] and i regret it. any advice?
background on me: i am a neurodivergent person (diagnosed adhd, working on a professional autism diagnosis). i am a high masking individual who does not “appear autistic” to most people i am around in passing (those who know me are more familiar with my nd traits). i work in a customer service position where there is usually just one or two of us in the store at a time.
the situation: there is this regular who comes in nearly every day to look around/buy small things with her husband. they are both is disabled (i don’t know what either of their disabilities are). they are nice people, but have a lot of trouble with social cues. i try very hard to be nice to them, especially because i too struggle with social cues on occasion—but they unfortunately do become very frustrating to be around after a bit (they will hover around the register and stare at us while we do stuff, ask a bunch of trivial questions, be kind of nosy, strike up ill timed conversations, etc). it’s especially problematic when i’m the only one there, because i get very anxious while i’m by myself in the store (i also have generalized anxiety disorder). i don’t dislike them at all, but their presence can admittedly become quite grating at times, especially when we have lots of things to do.
a while ago, the wife asked me for my switch friend code, because we both play. i, of course, didn’t have it on me, so i told her i’d tell her when i saw her next. she insisted that i give her my number so she could just text it to me later, and i said yes, because i have a very hard time saying no to people. i figured it would be harmless exchange, and we could just play together sometimes when i was up to it. i gave it to her—and now i feel like it was a mistake to do so.
she doesn’t text super often, but she’s been asking me to hang out in person when she does, and i am pretty uncomfortable with the idea. i feel awful about it, but i am constantly exhausted by masking my true self, and i feel as though i always have to do so in her presence. i can hardly charge my social battery enough to hang out with the people who i am most comfortable with, and being around the two regulars takes a lot out of it when i’m just interacting with them at my job. part of me wants to give it a try, just because i want to make her happy—but the other part honestly just wants to be left alone. i’m fine with texting every now and again, and i’d certainly be fine with playing a game together. i just really don’t think i want to hang out with her in person—and i feel like that makes me feel bad person. any advice on how to handle this delicately? should i try it once?
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the situation: there is this regular who comes in nearly every day to look around/buy small things with her husband. they are both is disabled (i don’t know what either of their disabilities are). they are nice people, but have a lot of trouble with social cues. i try very hard to be nice to them, especially because i too struggle with social cues on occasion—but they unfortunately do become very frustrating to be around after a bit (they will hover around the register and stare at us while we do stuff, ask a bunch of trivial questions, be kind of nosy, strike up ill timed conversations, etc). it’s especially problematic when i’m the only one there, because i get very anxious while i’m by myself in the store (i also have generalized anxiety disorder). i don’t dislike them at all, but their presence can admittedly become quite grating at times, especially when we have lots of things to do.
a while ago, the wife asked me for my switch friend code, because we both play. i, of course, didn’t have it on me, so i told her i’d tell her when i saw her next. she insisted that i give her my number so she could just text it to me later, and i said yes, because i have a very hard time saying no to people. i figured it would be harmless exchange, and we could just play together sometimes when i was up to it. i gave it to her—and now i feel like it was a mistake to do so.
she doesn’t text super often, but she’s been asking me to hang out in person when she does, and i am pretty uncomfortable with the idea. i feel awful about it, but i am constantly exhausted by masking my true self, and i feel as though i always have to do so in her presence. i can hardly charge my social battery enough to hang out with the people who i am most comfortable with, and being around the two regulars takes a lot out of it when i’m just interacting with them at my job. part of me wants to give it a try, just because i want to make her happy—but the other part honestly just wants to be left alone. i’m fine with texting every now and again, and i’d certainly be fine with playing a game together. i just really don’t think i want to hang out with her in person—and i feel like that makes me feel bad person. any advice on how to handle this delicately? should i try it once?
2023.06.05 06:08 rosegold_diamond ¿Alguien se acuerda del nombre de esta película?
Hola buenas noches... Oigan he estado tratando de acomodarme del nombre de una película mexicana tipo ranchero viejita, pero no me acuerdo del nombre... Solo me acuerdo de estos detalles:
Saludos y gracias de antemano.
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- El personaje principal se llamaba Baldomero.
- Como que el objetivo de Baldomero era ganar su libertad.
- Para ganar su libertad tenia que ganarle a el "estrella" (o algo asi) en una carrera de caballos.
- Al final de la película sale el corrido de Baldomero.
Saludos y gracias de antemano.
2023.06.05 06:07 lankylanklank How have you experienced bigotry on campus?
After watching the new spider man movie and how well POC were handled/represented it got me thinking about if our actual world is even like that. While in most ways I would say yes, something happens every once in a while that makes me remember that there is still a lot of prejudice in this world.
The moment that has stuck with me the most in my time at UMD was when I was eating outside the spot on the benches near T row and a Toyota Camry full of white guys pulled up and stopped in front of me and just started making "Indian" noises (I don't even know what you would call it, imagine the first five seconds of this clip: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/14H4Q1qsN8o). I told them to fuck off and they just stared at me in silence and drove away.
So I wanna hear from you guys: what are your instances where you realized that there is a presence of racism and/or bigotry at our University? Is there really anything we can actually do about it?
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The moment that has stuck with me the most in my time at UMD was when I was eating outside the spot on the benches near T row and a Toyota Camry full of white guys pulled up and stopped in front of me and just started making "Indian" noises (I don't even know what you would call it, imagine the first five seconds of this clip: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/14H4Q1qsN8o). I told them to fuck off and they just stared at me in silence and drove away.
So I wanna hear from you guys: what are your instances where you realized that there is a presence of racism and/or bigotry at our University? Is there really anything we can actually do about it?
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2023.06.05 06:07 crisbee Aftermarket AC options for JK?
I love my 2007 Wrangler, ive made it my own, and I'm happy with everything in it. Just kidding, there are still lots of dollars left to pour into it.
With summer coming up, one of my regrets has started to surface - its lack of air conditioning. I'd like to be able to take my dog on adventures, but it gets way too hot for her.
I've only found one real option, from Jeep Air. Curious if anyone has any experience with their kit, or has other recommendations?
Jeep tax:
https://imgur.com/a/a2JTOmL
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With summer coming up, one of my regrets has started to surface - its lack of air conditioning. I'd like to be able to take my dog on adventures, but it gets way too hot for her.
I've only found one real option, from Jeep Air. Curious if anyone has any experience with their kit, or has other recommendations?
Jeep tax:
https://imgur.com/a/a2JTOmL
2023.06.05 06:06 Technical-Doubt8784 Best way to buy prem time?
Hello, recently I’ve unfortunately started to really get into the other snail game after playing warthunder for years. I’m aware I just missed a sale but I’ve been spending a good amount of time playing it but I’m still very low level. With a day and a half of playtime on Normandy I’m only on level 15. I want to invest in a little bit of premium time just to give me the taste of a completed campaign before I go off spending big bucks. I want to spend only $10 and get a months worth but looking it up apparently it’s about 2 months per campaign so I’m not sure how far a month will take me. I don’t really want to invest $25 already but if it’s the best way to experience the game I’d be willing to try, tell me what you guys think. (Just for some info I think tank goes off of playtime and games and I’m currently at the third highest and I’ve been playing for a month.) TLDR; Want to buy premium, don’t wanna spend more than $10, not sure if a month of premium is enough to finish a campaign.
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2023.06.05 06:05 spanishpeanut Just call me the Princess and the Pea, because I am so sensory sensitive when it’s time to sleep!
I don’t know what it is, but my senses go into high gear at night. It’s nearly midnight here, and my body is not able to stay still long enough to fall asleep. The mattress is being replaced soon, thankfully. The current one is hitting pressure points that don’t bother me in the morning or if I take a nap. Now though? Ha. Now I can’t sleep a wink because I’ve made a me sized intent in the mattress and can’t get comfortable.
I took melatonin about an hour ago. I’m sleepier, but the waistband of my shorts keeps getting out of alignment, hair gets in my face, I might have to pee, my undercut is too long, the clock is ticking, and I’m pretty sure the only way I’ll be comfortable is in a headstand.
Everything is dialed up too high for a weighted blanket to help so I took a half dose of Adderall. Probably shouldn’t have skipped my PM dose tonight. At least I have books I can read if I don’t fall asleep. Crocheting to do. Super nanny to watch on Hulu. A Lego set to finish building. The choreography of Hamilton to learn…
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I took melatonin about an hour ago. I’m sleepier, but the waistband of my shorts keeps getting out of alignment, hair gets in my face, I might have to pee, my undercut is too long, the clock is ticking, and I’m pretty sure the only way I’ll be comfortable is in a headstand.
Everything is dialed up too high for a weighted blanket to help so I took a half dose of Adderall. Probably shouldn’t have skipped my PM dose tonight. At least I have books I can read if I don’t fall asleep. Crocheting to do. Super nanny to watch on Hulu. A Lego set to finish building. The choreography of Hamilton to learn…
2023.06.05 06:05 invader-wyn in need of (harmless) animal trap
it’s breedin season yall! we’ve got some baby kitties running around our complex parking lot, they’re too old to tame and/or rehome so we’re trying to trap and vax/spay them and jus let ‘em live in our parking lot. i used to have a cat trap but lost it in my last move and they’re crazy expensive brand new! nobody on marketplace is selling one near me for less than $50, is anybody gettin rid of/selling one? thankyou!!
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