Cute small survival house minecraft

It's my grandpa's rememberance day on Monday and every year, my grandma has someone bring what she calls the "image of San Antonio" to the house. It's a small state of St. Antonio holding a child encased inside a wooden box with a glass pane in the front. It sits on a table with flowers, a candle, and a photo of my late grandpa. On the day of rememberance, they hold a prayer meeting reciting several prayers. I was wondering if anyone could tell me what the significance St. Antonio has in all of this? Also, just in case this matters, my family is Filipino. I can't really ask Amy of my family, because they more than likely don't know and the ones that probably know can't explain it well enough for me in English. Thanks in advance.

Start of Alex Series Start of Teacher Series: Lesson 1 Previous: Meet the Parents: Fated Victory Party Next Royal Road / Class Picture Alex and Freki Artwork /Sub: Random3X (lore and more) Discord
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July 20th, year 024 Angels Descent
The class, with two of their teachers, were en route to the Ironwoodlands. They had been on the road for a few days as the Ironwoods themselves were at the far west of Greed’s domain, and the gate was more central to the region.
“So, you kids ever been to the Ironwoods?” All but Tasha and Alex shook their heads to indicate no.
“I’ve apparently only been once when I met Elissa’s father… at least that’s what my journal said… memory is still hazy for me… Yuu, you’ve been here a few times, right?”
“Yeah, when master got tired of me making machines that destroyed buildings, he threw me to the elves to ‘play’, as he called it.”
“Any advice? Elissa hasn’t really talked about her home much, so I’m kind of in the dark myself.” The class focused their attention on Yuu, who held her hands to her hips and puffed her chest with pride.
“Of course, young one, I shall educate you as you do your students. After all, I am an expert in interacting with Ironwood Elves!!”
“Yuu… you are like a few hours older than me; I wouldn’t call me young?”
“Silence, young one!”
“So what should we do then? Are there any rules like for courting an Ironwood elf?” Maxwell asked, glancing at Tasha.
“Well, first off, ignore Tasha,” Yuu said bluntly. “Second, a big thing to remember is there are three clans of Ironwood elves. First are the worker folk; they do the everyday stuff. The second is the warrior clans; they are self-explanatory. Finally, there are the outside clans.”
“Outside clans?” Bea repeated.
“Oh, I’m part of that!!!” Tasha said, beaming a smile at everyone.
“They are clans not taught the normal ways of Ironwood elves. This is so they can actually interact with the outside world and not cause a diplomatic incident.”
“Uh… what do you mean?” Daisy asked, only to follow Yuu’s gaze towards Alex.
“Oh yeah… Elissa is part of the Warrior Clan, and the first time I met her, she gave me a friendly little bump to the chest.”
“That sounds cute,” Daisy muttered, thinking of all the times she had seen the pair be so lovey-dovey.
“Cute bit was when he flew through three walls and shattered his spine.”
“WHAT?!!!”
“Yeah, the warrior clan greet people they consider as friends with a full-force punch. It’s why their warriors are weirdly durable and able to endure considerable pain,” Yuu explained, glancing at Tasha, who had learnt such a skill from Elissa herself.
“So first rule, you see any elf with a weapon, flip them off, stick out your tongue and be as rude as possible. The second they think you are a friend, you will suffer for it.”
“My brother has been brought here?” Daisy muttered, feeling a pang of panic about her brother receiving such treatment.
“Oh, don’t worry; Elissa will keep them safe.”
“So, will they treat the Big Chief like a friend?”
“Oh yeah, certainly… this one, however,” Yuu said, gesturing to Alex.
“I’m technically rather hated by the Ironwood elves.”
“Why? Aren’t you marrying their princess?” Daisy asked, shocked.
“Well, need I remind you her brother took an arena full of noble children with high-ranking lords hostage to rescue her? They adore Elissa. I’m just the human bastard who stole her away.”
“To be honest, sir, from what Miss Yuu has told us, why don’t they just kill you?”
“Blunt question Maxwell but a thing to remember Elves live for a very long time. They see me more as a short fling that’ll last a few decades, maybe a century or two. After which, I’ll die, and she’ll move back.”
“And you’re ok with this?”
“Maxwell… a thing you’ll learn when you find the one… you will never care what the world thinks so long as you can be with her,” Alex replied as he looked out the window wistfully.
“We’re almost at the first town,” the carriage driver announced. “I ain’t gonna take you any further.”
“Good, we can get some rest in a real bed,” Kline grumbled.
Stepping out of the carriage, the class came face to face with their first experience of an elf settlement. They had originally had the image of what had always been written about elven homes. Buildings entwined with trees. Great structures as if moulding nature itself.
The image before them was an entirely metallic set-up. Every building was coated in metal plates and had countless spikes. Worse still was the severed monster heads resting on each building's roof.
“Big Chief?”
“You won’t get much rest outside the Ironwoods capital. This region is infested with monsters that attack every night.”
“Why would they settle in a region with monsters?!!!” Kline cried out.
“The majority of their population are warriors. Where else can they get a good fight?” Yuu replied.
“So Miss Elissa had to fight every night since she was a child?” Daisy asked once again, feeling worry begin to bubble up.
“You didn’t?” Tasha asked, looking perplexed. “Everyone around here, regardless of clans, learns how to fight monsters from when we first can walk. Only the warrior clan focuses on it and gets all the fun.”
The class decidedly ignored Tasha’s comment and chose a fortress-looking inn for where they would rest for the evening. Though they weren’t certain how much rest they’d get, especially after seeing the monster head hanging near the entrance. The innkeeper welcomed them with open fists, only to be rebuffed as they had been instructed to do.
“Fine, here’s your keys, you ungrateful pieces of crap!”
Throwing the key at the class, they only barely dodged as they lodged themselves into the wall behind them. A wall they couldn’t help but notice had numerous holes from past throws of the keys.
“Me and Yuu are gonna settle in at the tavern and have a few. You can get some rest,” Alex said as he sat at a table, ignoring the baleful glares pointed in his direction.
“Come get us if you need help,” Yuu added as she ignored an elf actively punching her in the face.
The class settled into a large room with bunkbeds enough for the whole class and their teachers. As they rested, trying to clear away the fatigue of a long journey, the hours began to pass.
“So Tasha… what are your parents like?” Maxwell asked, looking up from his spot on a bottom bunk.
“They are rather boring. Daddy works as a clerk in Hades seat. Mum works as a monster cleaner.”
“Monster cleaner?” Daisy repeated.
“Yeah, the dead bodies of monsters we slay we display on our buildings to show how strong a monster we beat. Well, after a while, they go icky and need cleaning. Mum handles that.”
“So, the really big monster head we saw near the entrance?”
“Yeah, means the guys here must be really strong.”
“I’m starting to wonder what I should fear more, the monsters or the elves,” Bea muttered as she snuggled on Gunter’s chest.
“Not sure what you mean… but I’m sure my family will love Stampy,” Tasha proudly took the small creature out of her travel bag, where it proceeded to munch on a piece of plant she offered it.
“Kwooooon!!!”
“I’m more wondering what they’ll think of me,” Maxwell muttered to himself.
“What was that?”
“Nothing!”
“Sparky… come on, boy, I got some snakkums for you,” Daisy said as she held out a piece of travel jerky for her duck-sized dragon. The small creature poked its head out of her travel pack and snatched the dried meat before retreating.
“He’s been rather scared lately,” Daisy muttered.
“Probably the field of danger here,” Tasha replied as she scratched Stampy’s long neck.
“Danger field?” Kline echoed, looking nervous.
“Can’t you feel it?” Tasha asked, looking confused. “Try to feel the aura.”
Relaxing, the class focused their senses, and that was when the pressure began to rise. They had been able to ignore it so far as it had become more like background noise. It was nowhere near as bad as when their instructors pressured them directly. But it was enough to cause minor discomfort.
“What is that, Tasha?” Bea asked.
“That is, um… it's all the monsters' aura getting spread across the woods.”
“So what we are feeling is…” Kline began before trailing off with a look of horror.
In one of their lectures with Alex, he had taught them you can increase the density of aura in an area by focusing and compacting it, but the problem with that is it reduced the range. Another option was you could increase the number of people releasing aura. Experiencing this pressure from a vague distance meant the numbers must be considerable or very strong. Likely both from what had been described.
“Why in the hell would people live here?!!!”
“Well, the trees were the original reason,” Tasha replied, oblivious to how nervous Kline was starting to become.
“The trees are really big, and iron whatsits grow through them. That’s why they call them ironwood trees. Also, my ancestors liked fighting and making friends, so here they could do both.”
As the class began to ponder who unhinged and crazy Tasha’s people must actually be, the entire inn violently shook. Jumping from their beds, the class immediately went into action mode and rushed down the stairs to find several of the inn’s staff rushing out the front door with weapons.
Looking around, they found their teachers relaxing with drinks, still having a friendly conversation as if they were oblivious to the dangers outside. Running towards the pair, they stood at the ready.
“Oh hey kids, me and Yuu were about to grab a deck of cards. Want to join in a game or two?”
“Sir, the inn is under attack!” Daisy shouted indignantly.
“And?” Alex replied, tilting his head.
“We should help!” Maxwell answered as if stating the obvious.
“Why?” Yuu answered this time. Both teachers looked confused. Ignoring the cries for help and pained screams coming from outside.
“Because, sir, you have the power to help!!!” Daisy shouted.
“And that makes me beholden to them? Daisy, I gained this power to ensure my freedom to do what I wanted. It may seem callous, but just because I have the power to help does not mean I or anyone else are under any obligation to help.”
“Big Chief, please help!!” Gunter pleaded.
“Sorry, but the dork is right. We may have the strength to help resolve many situations, but people do not grow if someone else solves every little thing.”
“Kids… this is a lesson you will need to learn someday… You can’t help everyone, and in reality, you shouldn’t. You will either run yourself ragged or become someone else’s tool. Gain power to ensure freedom. If you kids want to help, you can go and help. But me and Yuu here will be starting a professional game of snap.”
“Fine, we will go out and help them!” Bea shouted indignantly as the class stormed out of the tavern and out into the town.
The sight that greeted them was one of abject chaos. There were already a few collapsed buildings, and they could see people running around in a panic. Down the road from their inn, they could even see the remains of one of the attacking monsters.
It was a giant beast about the size of a two-storey tall building. It was covered in boney plates that, even from how far away they were standing, looked needlessly thick. While its tail looked like a massive boney club, the kind used by giants.
“Earthen Drakes… Armoursauses, if I had to guess,” Maxwell said, looking at the remains.
“What can we do then?” Bea asked as she channelled her energy into bringing out her possession summon.
“We can spread out in teams of two. One enhancer and one projection and focus on the small fry,” Kline suggested as he fired an accurate shot that took the head off a small turkey-sized lizard monster.
“Ok, Kline and Tasha, you go that way. Gunter and Bea, you go to the south. Maxwell, you and me will head east,” Daisy declared. Maxwell hesitated for a moment looking at Tasha before nodding. With their plans decided, the class split up to face the attack.

Welcome to Join PhiCraft! [New world! We have a world border set at 1500 that we'll take down once the update drops]
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We are a small and friendly Minecraft Bedrock Survival Realm for players age 25+
We have Achievements turned on, one player sleep, play on hard mode and we do yearly resets.
We also together with the community create a shopping district and a gaming area.
If this is something that suits you, then you should apply!
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LOOK OUT IS YOUR NICEST FELLOW 1R0NH1DE!

White 1r0n A.K.A 1R0NH1DE
Nicknames: h1dey, 1r0nh1de, 1r0n, h1de, white 1r0n
Age: 18
Occupation: thunderstriders
Affiliation: thunderstriders, cloudy, snails, no_pain, his father, his mother, pip, memory, garch.
Hobbies: hang out with Friends, listening to 80's music, jazz, rock, making suits
Backstory: 1r0nh1de was a huge fan of transformers, including the thunderstriders he doesnt have any Friends in the school but he does have one friend named Joe, he always play with his mom but his dad get busy by paying taxes, after his father left to the military War. 1r0nh1de hear the words of "the point of life, You just Gonna keep going, if You live happily, comes much greater good" while he grew up he went going on a vacation to join the thunderstriders
Personality: he is a soft one actually, he is very Kind to his Friends and his newphew and niece pip and memory, he could be soft and arrogant but he gets stubborn by fighting dangerous threats for fight. And wants to protect pip and memory from danger, he always get misunderstood and misrepresent to all things but he can still hold his own to pay attention, After he loses his father in the military War, he gets Motivated to become much more serious. And believe his worth of life by hearing the words of his father "the point of life You just Gonna keep going cause if You live happily, comes much greater good"
Weapons:
Beam katana- his beam katana can absorb and copy special attacks, he can shoot a projectile such as the beam slash. He can also blind some foes too
Darksider: a scythe weapon that can generate lightning, can scan to people's address and Is also a gunscythe too, able to grow his size and a sword in the top of his scythe, including pressing a button to Summon ants, these ants won't kill his Friends, just threats. the ants can explodes Through peopl's body but they can survive by regenaration themselves, they can duplicate themselves, manipulate light to turn invincible
White 1r0n: this suit was created by himself to stop mortar and his army, he can fire up with his grappling hook shooters to swing around to buildings, shoot nets, electric tazers Even a smoke gas
Abilities:
Curse energy: Cursed energy is born from negative emotions such as grief and anger. These negative feelings are common in human society so almost everyone possesses cursed energy. If this amount is higher than a certain degree, it grants the person the ability to see curses, which is very rare among the human race.
Divergent Fist: lands a punch on a target, his cursed energy flows and makes a stronger second impact. Divergent Fist was often used initially,
Black flash: A technique that creates spatial distortion when a user connects with an impact of cursed energy within 0.000001 seconds of a physical hit. The phenomenon causes cursed power to flash black, creating a more potent attack to the power of 2.5 of a normal hit. Currently, he is capable of using Black Flash four times in a row and has performed it a total of nine times.
Feats: he can survive from the the universe, the sun, the mountain, the moon, being throw out by few reverse
Kicks the building which it collapses by being thrown by doomsday
Survive from the nuke explosion and he reveals his Scarlet 1r0n suit can survive a Big bang
Survive from his house being explodes by mortar
Defeats mortar, cosmic Ghost rider, dark 1r0nh1de, knight king.
Strenght: universal+ level (he can scale to mortar who can create the chrono blade, able to destroy the fabric of the universe)
Speed: unknown
Durability: universal+ level

TL;DR at the bottom
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Story time I thought ya'll might get a laugh out of. Also, any advice on what to keep an eye out for or suggestions on attempting to maintain my monstrosity are welcome.
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So, I bought a house back in last December. Has an inground pool on the property that is 20x50. Now I was always poor growing up never had a pool nor friends that did so mind you I have not a clue about a single thing about them at this point. Now it looked like the liner of this pool had seen better days but serviceable for a year or three until I could deal with that. Now I'm sure some of you are already cringing but don't worry it gets worse.
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Winter had come to an end started getting warmer, so I decided to start looking into this thing, with some heavy "encouragement" from my young kid. So, knowing absolutely nothing I decide to wait and enlist a local professional to evaluate the situation. The pool guy shows up to take a look and quote me, I go out with him and help remove its winter cover, and thus the horror story begins.
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The pool was virtually empty aside from two to three feet in the deep end. Now I bet you'd think it was a leak and I'm being dramatic, oh no no dear reader, for some ungodly reason the previous owner just...drained it (this has since been tested and irrefutable). Didn't say a word about it. It had water in it at one point while I was looking at the home. Should I have kept an eye on it and known sooner? Probably. Was I naive and was like welp just don't touch it until spring? Yeap. Well, you guessed it from and older already kind of rough liner, the bloody thing shrank. This caused a lot of areas being pulled out from the coping and a pretty rough tear at the far skimmer. I am about to find out how expensive pools are.
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So, the pool guy took a look and assessed the damage. Obviously, I am going to need a new liner and to add to the fun he determined the coping was pretty much shot and would also need to be replaced. He said without digging into it he would estimate it was going to cost me 10k to 13k. Spoiler alert not going to happen this year not even close I am far from wealthy, and this was simply not an option. So, I asked him if there is anything at all we could at least try so my daughter would not be absolutely devasted her summer swimming dream was gone. He gives me instructions and shows me how to pull the liner and use liner lock to hold it in place and then advises me to fill the pool until it's about 18inches away from the lowest spot that will need help and we will see if it'll be remotely possible.
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Some areas worked out. Others, others did not. I wouldn't be writing this right now if it had gone well. Now many other minor areas aside there were three major areas that would obviously need something done about. The liner had shrunk too much. No matter how much I tried every time I got a good amount of water in about a 10-to-12-foot length of liner would pull out of the coping even with the liner lock and would sag down to about 16-to-18 inches at its lowest point. The corner where the ladder would go in the shallow end had the same sort of issue but worse. The corners aren't 90 degrees it is a diagonal slant from wall to wall. This spot ended up being about 8-foot total starting on one wall going across the diagonal to the other wall, about 22 inches at its lowest point. Then to top it off, that tear at the skimmer got worse, but was by far the easiest problem to solve.
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As you would expect, and as I feared he came and looked and gave me the news, there is no saving it. Cover it back up until I could afford to have to have it redone. However, growing up how I did I am quite resourceful and find ways to make things work through some creative engineering. So, with the professional taping out, limited on resources I thought to myself, why not try? What's the worst the happens? The same outcome I already have. It's already FUBAR, it isn't like I can make it worse since my current option is just cover it. And who knows maybe it works and I am my kid's hero.
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After some time doing research (if you could call it then more like plotting like a man who has lost their damn mind), a buddy of mine in tow, and plenty of beer, the plan was put into action. We secured the sagging liner to the pool wall the best we could with some sort of waterproof epoxy type thing that could be removed so wouldn't cause any new permanent damage. I had gotten my hands on some new pool liner vinyl that was large enough to cover all the areas we need. Cut out pieces to size and shape, used vinyl cement initially to secure the piece to the original liner all the way up to the coping. Once secured ran another bit of the vinyl cement along the seam, honestly this idea occurred as a why not, shouldn't hurt? Then just for good measure went over the seam once again with a healthy dose of flex paste. After that we secured the new liner pieces into the coping with liner lock. Also, we decided to leave slack in these pieces with the thought of if there is more stretching instead of tearing or pulling it out maybe the slack would allow it to not end badly. This process was repeated over all 3 of the major danger zones. Now there are some jacked up small spots here and there as well but honestly, I could not care less about them until we discovered if Frankenpool had any hope.
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We filled the pool to about 2 inches below the lowest giant red flag to simulate as much water weight as I could to see if the situation would worsen and if we had any hope. Three weeks on monitoring and taking measurements there was no change, a glimmer of hope. As of this weekend we filled the quilt, I mean pool to its intended water line. As we watched...and waited.....and monitored....no changes in the liner worsening......no water loss. I'm not going to lie I'm not sure about my partner in unspeakable crimes against pools, but I was absolutely shocked. I was expecting some sort of catastrophic failure at our unspeakable "repairs".
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Now I am not stupid, I know this isn't going to last. In fact, it probably has no right to have made it this far. If it makes it the year even if it ends up requiring more minor Frankenstein treatment, I will be speechless. But hope remains....and is only growing stronger. Pump and filter are fully functioning. And beginning the cleaning process.
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If you made it this far feel free to call me as dumb as an idea as I had in attempting this. But also, any advice on how to keep this thing going or what potential problems to watch for although it begs to be put out of its misery, please let me know! Or any questions in what exactly we had done or just questioning my sanity.
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TL;DR
Don't know the first thing about pools. Previous owner set me up for worse failure. Went evil scientist to "fix" the unfixable because why not? Now I have Frakenpool that looks like it's from Fallout. But currently it is working so far.

millions of years ago
on his death bed lay primordial origin,
after scurrying the young star constellation so he could remain in peace
primordial waites silently for his death
but weirdly enough,
a small wind blows
and a young man appears
"You hold the recipe for Eternal Gu, don't you?"
"haha, I was waiting for you, I knew you'd come"
"how did you know?"
"Heaven's will told me, tell me does humanity win?"
"yes"
"hahaha I knew it, it couldn't be otherwise, so what do you want to know?"
Limitless smiled "All the research on Chaos, and the Eternal gu recipe!"
"hahaha the research on Chaos is an easy matter but the Eternal gu recipe, haha I'm afraid the price to refine such a gu Far exceeds your wildest imagination"
"So be it, my pursuit of Knowledge is Absolute, I have to know!!"
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In legends it is said a River of time existed in this world, unceasingly flowing through the past, present, and future.
a small cicada was currently swimming against the flow, returning back in time despite the highly turbulent river, going millions of years in the past, finally the cicada through an invisible ripple entered a small wave
Primordial and limitless were having a conversation...
one was calm and near death, the other had a pale face, it seemed as if all colour had been washed off his face
a small wind blew
and a young man appears out of thin air
He wore snow white clothes, his dark hair reached down to his waist
"Who would have known that you were the One to hold it, Primordial, hand over Eternal life gu recipe or I will Kill Star constellation, Haha Lets see if your pitiful Humanity will survive without her"
A wild smile appeared and a pair of dark eyes which seemed to have unfathomable depths shined,
Who could it But Gu Yue Fang Yuan!!

Working on a homebrew weapon augment system, these are the elements you can choose from and any class can use it either as an actual weapon or they can put it on a spellcasting focus and gain the benefits that way. Here it is. This is very new and not the final version. Let me know how i can improve upon this.
Elements
Fire: Your weapon is imbued with fiery energy. It deals an additional 1d4 fire damage on a hit. Additionally, the weapon can emit a flickering flame, creating dim light in a 15-foot radius. This weapon grants a +1 bonus to Survival and Intimidation checks.
Frost: Your weapon emanates an icy chill. On a hit, it deals an additional 1d4 cold damage and will reduce the target's movement speed by 5 feet until the start of your next turn on a successful hit. This weapon grants proficiency in saving throws related to cold damage.
Lightning: Your weapon crackles with electric energy. It deals an additional 1d4 lightning damage on a hit. Enemies hit by the weapon have disadvantage on concentration saving throws until the start of your next turn. In addition, on a critical hit the weapon stuns an enemy till the beginning of your next turn.
Acid: Your weapon is corrosive and occasionally releases small spurts of acidic substance. It deals an additional 1d4 acid damage on a hit. The weapon also ignores resistance to acid damage. This weapon grants a +2 bonus to Sleight of Hand checks.
Poison: Your weapon is coated in venom. It deals an additional 1d4 poison damage on a hit. The weapon's poison can be controlled, and it grants a +2 bonus to Alchemy checks. Additionally, the weapon provides advantage on saving throws against poison.
Sound: Your weapon echoes and vibrates slightly. It deals an additional 1d4 thunder damage on a hit. This weapon grants a +2 bonus to Performance and stealth checks because of its controllable sound.
Soul: Your weapon harnesses ethereal energy. It deals an additional 1d4 force damage on a hit. The weapon grants a +2 bonus to Arcana checks and a +1 bonus to Insight checks. When wielding this weapon, you have one additional spell slot that recharges on a long rest.

Hello ladies, so I have this controller GameSir t4 Pro and I like how it feels, but recently I have a small problem, because the joysticks have small ridges around the edge for grip, the way I hold them is starting to give me calluses on my thumb at the joint.
I thought of getting a whole new controller, but then I remembered that many ladies here have cute thumb covers. Would they help?
(I also have an 8bitDo SF30, and while I like the joystick better, it doesn't have grips (legs?) so it hurts my wrists and I can't use it for long sessions)

Italics = advisor feedback

1. Congratulations Don Jr., after a contentious primary with Matt Rosendale and Greg Gianforte, you have emerged victorious in the Republican primary. What will be your opening statement as you pivot towards the general Montana senate election with Jon Tester?

• Why screw up this thing. I’ll run a low-risk campaign and cruise to victory. After all, my dad is the Republican nominee for president, so I can certainly ride his coattails to victory “This might work but don’t underestimate Jon Tester, he’s quite popular in Montana”
• I want to nationalize this race as much as possible and attack Jon Tester relentlessly, Tester has voted in lockstep with Biden and Pelosi “This might work, but most Montanans are more focused on state issues rather than national issues”
• I want to appear with my dad, Donald Trump, as much as possible as I campaign “People want to see you differentiate yourself from dad occasionally, and this doesn’t help much”
• I want to denationalize this race as much as possible. I want to take pictures of myself on my Montana ranch and focus on the farmers and workers in this state “nationalizing this race is your best chance, considering that your father is the Republican nominee for president”

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1. Due to the rural nature of Montana, the average Montanan spends more on gas than almost any other state in the country, and as gas prices continue to rise, what would you do to lower them?

• I would work with Senator John Thune to construct the Dakota Access Pipeline, which will transport gas faster and thus drop the price of gas, unlike Biden and the Democrats who want to shut down the construction of the Dakota Access Pipeline “This is good in that it criticizes the Democrats while also offering a different solution.”
• The way you lower gas prices is by getting Biden and the Democrats out of the office and putting in Trump and the Republicans, as gas prices were nowhere near as high as they were when Trump was president “This attack somewhat damaged Biden, but the damage is limited because people want to know what you would do differently from him.”
• One thing we could do to lower gas prices is to switch sides in the Russia-Ukraine war and side with an oil-rich Russia, rather than siding with oil-poor Ukraine, and we could get more oil through deals with Russia “Are you insane?”

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1. RNG. Your father, who is running for president from within a prison cell, has asked if you could attend one of his rallies that are being held from just outside his prison cell where he will be visible to the large crowd through the window of his prison cell in New York. Would you like to attend this rally outside the prison?

• Yes, I would “Good news, the rally outside of Trump’s prison cell was just the right size, in that it was large enough to fire up Trump’s base in Montana, but not so large that it would grab the attention of the liberal media. Good job”
• Yes, I would. “Bad news, the rally outside of Trump’s prison cell had a lot of both trump supporters and protestors and the two groups quickly turned violent and it drew an enormous amount of media attention and you are getting badly hurt by the controversy.”
• No, I wouldn’t “Good news, the Montana people respected your ability to be removed from national politics of a rally outside of Trump’s prison cell.”
• No, I wouldn't “Bad news, Trump’s base is furious at you for not showing up to your father’s rally from outside of Trump’s prison cell.”

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1. Inflation continues to ravage the nation. How will you put an end to it?

• We’re gonna stop handing out money and stop all this nonsense spending. “This has fired up your core supporters, but most independents are worried about this kind of messaging.”
• I would like to reduce tariffs and remove regulatory barriers “Trump’s tariffs are popular with the Trump wing of the Republican party, but this answer should win over more libertarian-minded Republicans”

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1. The destructive conflict between Ukraine and Russia continues to go on. How will you put an end to it if at all?

• I will urge for American neutrality in the Ukraine-Russia war “You’ve pleased your diehard base, but most independents want America to side with Ukraine during this destructive conflict”
• I will keep the current path of issuing sanctions against Russia “This is probably the best answer to please the majority of Montanans.”
• I will urge America to get involved on Ukraine’s side against Russia “This wins over independents at the expense of winning over your base.”
• I will urge the UN to create a demilitarized zone on the Ukraine-Russia border and urge Ukraine and Russia to come to a comprehensive peace treaty “This wins over the neocons in your party at the expense of the Trump wing of your party.”

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1. China has repeatedly made threats against Taiwan, and there have been fears that China might invade Taiwan. How will you prevent this from happening?

• This is Taiwan’s problem, not ours “This wins over the hardcore isolationists in your party at the expense of mainstream Americans”
• We will issue sanctions against China if they choose to invade Taiwan “This is probably the best answer to please the majority of Montanans”
• I urge America to intervene in this conflict against China “Are you insane, no one wants war with China!”
• I will urge China and Taiwan to create a demilitarized zone between them and a comprehensive peace treaty “This might be a good strategy”

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1. There continue to be migrants and drugs that are flowing across the southern border. What would you do to stop this from happening?

• We need to strengthen our border security and build a wall “This is a good solution to win over the hard-core Trumpsits in your party”
• Look, this is Montana, we are nowhere near the southern border. Do we need to campaign on this issue? “Fair enough”
• We need a compromise solution of granting the illegals in this country a pathway to citizenship in return for building a stronger immigration enforcement system “This is a good way to win over independent voters”

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8. Jon Tester, despite being a senator from Montana, one of the most pro-gun states in America, strongly came out in favor of gun control after the Uvalde shooting. What is your opinion on gun control?

• The Democrats are using school shootings as an excuse to take away our 2nd amendment rights “This attack is mildly successful, but the damage is limited because people want to know what you would do differently to stop school shootings”
• We need more armed guards at the front of schools to prevent these shootings, not to take away guns “This is an interesting solution”
• We need to spend more money on mental health clinics to treat these dangerous individuals “This wins over the Trump wing of social conservatives, but many fiscal conservatives are uncomfortable talking about this much government spending”

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1. Abortion has become an increasingly important issue throughout America, how will you deal with this issue

• I will pass a law that will ban abortion nationwide “This fires up your base at the expense of independents”
• This isn’t our problem. We will let the people of each state decide that for ourselves “This fires up independents at the expense of the base”
• We should pass a law that bans travel from one state to another or traveling from one country to another to receive an abortion “This should meet the fine line of appealing to your base while also winning over independents.”

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1. Now onto more state-centered issues. The state of Montana has an enormous amount of agriculture, farms, and ranches, and the amount they make has been decreasing. How will you plan to deal with this

• I will fight for Montana exports in trade deals “ an unusual position for a Republican to take, but this could work”
• This isn’t a problem we can solve, this is for the free market “This is a more traditional platform to run on as a Republican, but not a popular one amongst the Montana people.”

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1. RNG Will you agree to debate Jon Tester?

• Yes I will “You won”
• Yes I will “You and Tester tied”
• Yes I will “You lost”
• No, we have a massive lead “People don’t trust you if you don’t debate, expect this to hurt you badly”

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1. RNG You are meeting with Libertarian candidate Rick Breckenridge, to see if you can convince him to drop out and endorse you.

• I hope he drops out "Good news. He dropped out."
• I hope he drops out "Bad news. He doesn't drop out."

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1. There's no way around it. Although you own a ranch in Montana, Montana is not your state of permanent residence and many view you as a carpet bagger. How do you plan to respond?

• I will counter-attack by showing Tester as a DC insider who is out of touch with Montanan values "This doesn't work well, as Tester routinely tours the state"
• I will tout my outsider credentials as an advantage, as I can reform Montana from the outside to Make Montana Great Again “MMGA”

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1. Which Montana Republican would you like to go on tour with today?

• I would like to go on tour with Montana’s governor, Greg Gianforte “Well this didn’t work out well, as many are still angry about the incident that Greg Gianforte caused in 2017 when he ran for the house and bragged on social media about how he was so far ahead in the polls that he could beat up a reporter and still win, then proceeded to beat up a reporter and still narrowly won. Expect to take a dip in the polls.”
• I would like to go on tour with Montana’s incumbent Republican senator, Steve Daines “This worked out well, as Steve Daines is broadly popular amongst conservatives and independents”
• I would like to go on tour with Matt Rosendale, who ran for the Montana senate seat in 2018 and lost “Campaigning with Matt Rosendale offends no one, but pleases no one either”

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1. News has broken out about how your girlfriend, Kimberly Gilfoyle, has been fired from Fox News for sexual harassment. How do you want to do damage control?

• As much as I love my girlfriend, I have no control over her behavior and I condemn this incident of behavior completely “This is probably the best you could do given this bad situation”
• Who cares, this is my girlfriend’s sexual harassment case, not mine “Well, you’re the one who’s dating her, so this makes you look bad.”
• I condemn my girlfriend completely for this behavior and I am breaking up with her for it “This is a strong answer which could win over women voters, but this only draws more attention to an incident that already looks incredibly ugly”

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1. How would you like to attack Jon Tester if at all?

• We need to emphasize that Jon Tester has voted with Joe Biden 91% of the time. Jon Tester pretends to distance himself from Biden, but Tester is just one of Biden’s puppets who happens to be in a Trump +16 state “That’s it, hit Tester where it hurts!”
• We need to emphasize that Jon Tester is out of touch with Montana values lives in Washington DC and constantly votes in lockstep with Nancy Pelosi and votes for drag queens and transing the kids “This attack doesn’t win over independents, but it sure does fire up the base”
• We should run compare and contrast ads between Kyrsten Sinema and Jon Tester, showing how Sinema is in a bluish-purple state and constantly stabs Biden in the back while Jon Tester is from a deep red state and constantly votes lock step with Biden “This ad was incredibly effective”
• We should run ads of gas prices soaring under Tester and Biden, while gas prices were falling under Trump Sr. and will continue to fall under Trump Jr. “This ad was mild to moderately effective, but voters want to know what specific policy you will implement to lower gas prices

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1. One interesting idea that has been proposed by many Democrats is to put abortion clinics on Native American reservations, as their lands aren’t governed by the US. Montana has some of the most native reservations in the country. What are your thoughts on this?

• This is an abhorrent practice that will lead to more children being killed as a loophole around the Dobbs .vs. Jackson's case allowed each state to choose whether or not to allow abortion “This answer fires up the base but hurts you with independents”
• I don’t care either way, this is up for the leaders of the native reservations to decide themselves “This might be the best you can do with a difficult question like this”
• Small government means small government, therefore lands that are not on American soil should be allowed to build abortion clinics to serve the public, as we are the party of small government that favors bodily autonomy “This answer helps with independents and hurts with the base”

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1. Not to talk too much about abortion, but a new bill has been proposed in the Montana State House that would criminalize pregnant Montanans for traveling out of state or out of the country to receive an abortion elsewhere. What are your thoughts on this bill?

• I think Montana should ban all abortions within its borders, but banning Montana residents from traveling out of state or out of the country to receive an abortion elsewhere is too harsh “No one loves this answer, but no one hates it either”
• Being pro-life means being all the way pro-life, which means that we should criminalize out-of-state and out-of-country travel to receive an abortion elsewhere “Your base eats this up, but this stance makes independents gag”
• As a Republican, I naturally believe in making government as small as possible, meaning that native american reservations should be allowed to have abortion clinics and that people should be allowed to travel out of state and out of the country to receive abortions “Independents are lining up behind you, but your base is threatening to stay home”

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1. RNG. The Montana state legislature has just passed new laws banning Tribal ID cards and requiring you to present your address to vote, which Native Americans on reservations don’t have as a way to stop Native Americans, who disproportionately vote Democrat, from voting. What are your thoughts on this?

• This should help me win “Good news, Native Americans aren’t getting the new IDs and addresses necessary for voting for Tester, so this will help you.”
• This should help me win “Bad news, Native Americans are now turning out in higher numbers than ever before and are getting the new IDs and licenses necessary to vote. Expect this to hurt you.”

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1. You have talked about reducing the amount of money that we spend to reduce inflation. Where would you like to make cuts in spending

• I don’t know, everywhere maybe “This is not specific enough, and Jon Tester’s mediscare strategy is working eerily well”
• First, cuts will be made to foreign aid “In general, if you have to cut anything, cut foreign aid first, then again, most Americans are supportive of Ukraine in their war against Russia, so this might also backfire”
• We should cut farming subsidies and allow farmers to properly partake in the free market “Montana is a very agricultural state, so this doesn’t play well”

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1. Jon Tester has attacked you with an attack ad of you speaking with your father and Rudi Giuliani at the Save America rally on January 6th where you tell the crowd to stand up and fight as they proceed to walk towards the capital and invade it. How will you react

• This was a poor choice of words for me. Although I said the word fight in a physical sense, what I meant to say was fought in a metaphorical stance by protesting the certification of the 2020 election “This might be the best thing you can say to keep your base on your side while not angering independents”
• I played no role in causing the violence that most people did on January 6th as I meant to fight in a metaphorical sense, not in a literal sense. It should be noted that only a small portion of people that attended that rally on January 6th broke into the capital “Most voters believe that you played a role on January 6th, and this answer doesn’t help”
• These people who entered the capital were brain-dead idiots who thought this would be a good idea. Why should I be responsible for their actions “You were the one who encouraged them to do it.”

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1. Montana has one of the slowest internet speeds in the country due to its rural location. Would you be willing to spend government money to increase the internet speed in Montana?

• I understand the urge to help Montanans with slow internet, but this is a function best served by private companies, not the government “This helps with the base, but hurts with independents”
• We absolutely need to spend government money to help Montanans with slow internet “This helps with independents but hurts the base”

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1. Do you plan to pass more laws to engage in culture wars and ban drag story hour, and critical race theory

• No, these culture wars about drag story hour just distract from the main issues at hand “Some sense a missed opportunity to win points amongst the base, but others appreciate you for not constantly attacking”
• Yes, we need to protect our children from drag story hour and critical race theory “This will win you points amongst your base but hurt you with independents and libertarian-minded voters.”

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1. What will be your ending message as this campaign draws to a close?

• Don’t let Jon Tester fool you, he’s no moderate and he votes for Biden 91% of the time. Tester is Biden, and Biden is bad. Tester is Biden’s puppet. Make sure to vote for my dad for president and me for the senate. “This is probably a good strategy considering how Tester votes for Biden 91% of the time, and although Tester is somewhat popular in the state, Biden is not.”
• I want to hold a big rally in a field in Billings with a jumbotron where my dad is presented on the big screen from prison. My dad Trump Sr. will carry Montana by double digits, so all I have to do is ride his coattails to victory “Your dad is popular in Montana, so tying yourself to him as closely as possible might be a good idea.”
• I want to nationalize this race as much as possible. A vote for me is a vote for my dad who is running for president, while a vote for Tester is a vote for Biden “This is a good strategy, as you will need your dad’s momentum to gain victory in this senate race.”

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1. Where in Montana will you spend your last days campaigning

• I will campaign in the Helena area around Lewis and Clark and Cascade counties. Tester may have won them in 2018, but Trump won them in 2020, so with one last push, we should flip them red
• I will campaign in the rural eastern parts of the state to maximize conservative turnout such as in Custer and Prairie counties
• I will expand my appeal by campaigning in the rural northern parts of the state with Native American reservations such as Glacier County
• I will campaign in the Missoula area, a traditionally liberal area and college town in Missoula County

Today I played Minecraft on a world I worked on for a few days. When I wasn’t working of course. And I finished the game. I had a house, pets- cats and dogs and others, a dog named Man; he was a good boy. cave system/mining system, friends with a few villages, nether portal and end portals, my house had many rooms storing a ton of things, a farm with most crop, a tree farm because on my map I deforested the entire map, I defeated the ender dragon did all the end stuff ended up able to fly kinda. Defeated the wither. My own inner demons. Stopped selling sugar cane… and deleted the world because in old games when you finish the game it rolls credits and all your progress is over. So I gave myself that old timey feeling.
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I've singlehandedly built a spawn over the past 4 years and my goal is to make an open world Towny PvP Server, so I'm looking for a couple chill players :) Just come in, create your own town and invite other players! the only community this server has is me and a couple friends... we all play in survival aswell, but will be happy to help you with every problem you encounteplay with you. :) IP: FrozenPvP.minecraft.gs

This mostly refers to the US and other countries undergoing similar changes.
Intersectionality: the interconnected nature of social categorizations such as race, class, and gender as they apply to a given individual or group, regarded as creating overlapping and interdependent systems of discrimination or disadvantage.
Having a medical condition like celiac can be a part of intersectionality because it can put you at a disadvantage. With the majority of sufferers being women, and many others belonging to other groups, I would say that most of us have some form of intersectionality.
Many people are aware that intentions behind legislation are not usually black and white. When legislation creates division, be it economic status, social status, religion, political affiliation, disability, sexuality, identity, or something else, more than anything else, there is a problem because if you aren't standing up for others needs and rights, who will be there to stand up for yours?
I think this poem sums up why this is so important:
Martin Niemöller - First They Came
First they came for the Communists And I did not speak out Because I was not a Communist Then they came for the Socialists And I did not speak out Because I was not a Socialist Then they came for the trade unionists And I did not speak out Because I was not a trade unionist Then they came for the Jews And I did not speak out Because I was not a Jew Then they came for me And there was no one left To speak out for me
What happens if anything certified to be gluten free skyrockets in price to the point that it is not affordable to feed ourselves and we are starving? Would you rather be standing in a small group of hungry people with celiac, or a larger group made up of all different types of people to stand against that?
We already, in the US, don't require for the labels on food to say "may contain gluten" when I know that for some of you that is the difference between a pricey hospital stay and being able to sit on the couch and watch TV. There is a bill coming up to get anything with gluten in it to be clearly labeled, which is awesome, so spread the word between groups you're in, and be willing to spread issues back to the celiac community where you can. For best results, we, as people belonging to disadvantaged group(s) need to support each other.
You see what's happening with legislation all over the US right now if you live here, and honestly, I've spoken to a lot of people who don't live here who are very aware and scared for us, particularly for the LGBTQ+ community.
When you are a part of multiple disadvantaged groups, bring issues up between them. We stand stronger as a larger group educated on many issues as opposed to many smaller ones educated on our own issues. You might remember what insulin used to cost. I had to watch my friend waste away mentally because he couldn't afford to move out of his abusive parents house and buy himself insulin, and now that it's more affordable, he is still stuck because he is so mentally unwell he can't care for himself.
Can you imagine what would happen if things certified gluten free actually were suddenly so expensive you couldn't eat? People who created legislation allowing for it would be telling you "oh, well at least you do have something to eat still," and not enough people would understand why we were so upset and hungry because it still exists, even if it is not affordable at all, if we didn't talk about it.
When someone has intersectionality and belongs to multiple groups, they are educated on issues from both groups and have the power to speak to those issues between those groups so that people understand them. Allying yourself with others from disadvantaged positions and standing up for them makes you stronger and protects you in the long run, but only if enough people do it.

Hi, I (22F) am getting married to (23M, let's call him Sam.) Sam and I have been in a long distance relationship for 4 years and it's honestly been a dream.
Last year, Sam visited me in my own country and it was the best thing I had ever experienced, I have a anxiety disorder and find it hard to leave the house alone/even travel. Sam was really understanding and comforting when I told him I couldn't go out on simple things like going to buy groceries and such when he was here.
Sam originally planned to apply for a visa in my country and decided he didn't want to go back to his and I got really excited at the idea of starting our lives together but when he started texting his mother my future MIL (50F) she got really upset and ignored him for 2? Weeks until he told her he was going to come back.
I was really disappointed but I told him we would eventually get to live together and start our lives and we both cried, while I booked and paid for his return ticket to go home.
(For context I work in a small family grocery store and worked the whole time he was here to support us both and pay rent, my work place is a quick 1 minute next to my apartment and my boss takes really great care of me and knows how bad my anxiety is.)
Fast forward to now and it's been a year and Sam wants me to go visit him and his mother in his country but I told him I couldn't because I get panic attacks thinking about getting on the plane and travelling alone let alone being in a whole other country. Sam is from the US and doesn't live in the best of areas and he had said himself that it was dangerous.
About a week ago Sam texted me telling me he wasn't going to come back unless I visited his country which made me feel quite upset. We went back and forward a little bit before I told him that I was too anxious because I didn't want to get taken, roped or die. (He told me about a incident in his apartment complex where a couple got busted for human.t .) His response was to tell me "There is more men on men crime than women". And told me to take a chill pill. I was quite upset and told him how he made me feel as though I was overreacting and my feelings were invalid, that I wouldn't visit the US.
He got upset at me for the first time ever got upset at me and called me selfish and said the world doesn't revolve around me, I ignored my fiancée and haven't replied, now my future MIL is messaging me telling me that I'm paranoid and that I'm torturing her son.
(This is a throw away account because I don't know if either he or his mother use this app, I also am new to this platform, forgive me if it doesn't make much sense.)
AITA?

I am new here and I am hoping for help/support. I have had a clutter problem all my life. My parents are Boomers and I grew up feeling that we shouldn't throw out anything potentially useful. We should DEFINITELY not throw out gifts. My parents have a house with a basement and garage and etc. I have lived in small apartments since adulthood.
I was late to parenthood so I also have a two-year-old I love with all my heart. We are planning one-and-done. About a month ago we moved to another two bedroom apartment and this time I had a very strict rule for myself that the second bedroom would be for my child, and NOT for clutter.
My mom came over to help me move. To give you an idea, when I was in the middle of a throwing-stuff-out mood (into the actual trash) she said "this is so useful!" and she tried to fill up her luggage with stuff. When we moved to the new apartment she decided that she didn't have enough luggage space,, so she put some of the stuff into the back of my new apartment cabinets.
I try and give away stuff on my Buy Nothing group, but I really struggle to follow through if the pick-up doesn't happen within 24 hours. I also found out that a family member is trying to adopt, and my baby stuff would help a lot. But it is a long trip to deliver that. I should probably just give it away.
I used to work in an industrial manufacturing company. I know how much meaningless waste they throw away without blinking. But I feel so guilty about throwing away a cracked potato masher, even though I have another.
I don't know what advice I am seeking. Maybe just support or something to look back on. I want to get this room ready for my child and I am so disappointed in myself that it hasn't happened yet. Why can't I throw away stuff?

In the heart of a desolate wasteland, where the air reeked of decay and the moon itself hid behind a shroud of perpetual darkness, stood the Mansion of Eternal Torment. Its jagged silhouette tore through the night, exuding an aura of unspeakable evil. It was a place where nightmares were born and sanity went to die—a festering wound on the fabric of reality.
Alex, a lone wanderer burdened with a haunted past, stumbled upon the mansion by twisted fate. As soon as they crossed its threshold, the very air turned malevolent, clawing at their skin like icy talons. The house seemed alive, pulsating with a sinister energy that whispered malicious promises into their ears.
The corridors twisted and writhed like living serpents, leading Alex deeper into the mansion's maw. Paintings of grotesque figures adorned the walls, their eyes following every step with a maddening intensity. The floor beneath their feet seemed to writhe, as if ancient, forgotten souls yearned to drag them into the depths of eternal suffering.
Each room held its own unique horror. In a decaying parlor, spectral echoes of mirthless laughter echoed through the air, driving Alex to the brink of madness. Furniture contorted and contended with unseen forces, as if tormented spirits waged an eternal battle. Unearthly moans and agonized screams resonated from the hidden recesses, their origin remaining a macabre mystery.
As time lost all meaning, Alex found themselves trapped within a nightmarish dance of terror. The mansion's malevolence toyed with their senses, distorting reality in grotesque ways. Hallways elongated and twisted, leading to dead ends that shifted like living nightmares. Doors opened onto macabre tableaux, where mutilated bodies and writhing abominations danced in a horrifying frenzy.
In the mansion's forsaken heart, Alex discovered a hidden chamber—a place of unspeakable rituals and sacrilege. Bloodstained altars adorned with blasphemous symbols stood as a testament to the abominations that had taken place. Tattered parchments whispered forgotten incantations, their words searing themselves into Alex's mind, branding them with unholy knowledge.
But the mansion would not release its grasp so easily. It hungered for suffering, for the taste of broken souls. Shadows coalesced into grotesque forms, clawed appendages reaching out from the darkness, eager to drag Alex into an abyss of eternal damnation. Whispers grew louder, their malicious intent burrowing deep into their psyche.
In a desperate bid for survival, Alex unleashed a forbidden ritual, invoking ancient forces they could barely comprehend. The very fabric of reality tore asunder, revealing a void of pure darkness that threatened to consume them. Within its depths, indescribable abominations lurked, their writhing forms defying all reason and sanity.
As the void closed in, Alex's screams merged with the symphony of suffering that permeated the mansion. Their mind shattered under the weight of unimaginable horrors, becoming one with the tortured spirits that haunted the accursed halls. The mansion, now sated with fresh anguish, slumbered once more, awaiting the next unsuspecting soul to succumb to its insidious allure.
The legends of the Mansion of Eternal Torment spread like a plague, whispered in hushed tones among those brave enough to speak its name. The cursed structure became a dark beacon, drawing in lost souls like moths to a flame. Its sinister presence endured, an eternal testament to the unyielding depths of horror that lurk within the darkest recesses of the human psyche.
Centuries passed, and the Mansion of Eternal Torment remained a beacon of dread, its infamy growing like a festering wound upon the land. Legends intertwined with reality as the boundaries between the corporeal and the ethereal blurred within its malevolent walls.
In the present day, a group of paranormal investigators, known for their unwavering pursuit of the supernatural, embarked on a harrowing journey to unlock the secrets of the mansion. Their names were whispered with equal parts awe and fear—Jackson, a seasoned skeptic seeking undeniable proof; Emma, a gifted medium tormented by her own abilities; and Marcus, a fearless researcher fascinated by the darkest realms of the occult.
Together, they ventured into the night-shrouded wasteland, their equipment and resolve their only defense against the horrors that awaited them. As they crossed the mansion's threshold, the air thickened with a suffocating malevolence, clawing at their sanity. The very foundations seemed to groan, echoing the tortured souls imprisoned within.
The investigators delved deeper into the labyrinthine corridors, each step a battle against their own trepidation. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy, making their skin prickle with unseen whispers. Shadows danced in the periphery of their vision, taunting them with glimpses of grotesque apparitions that vanished before they could be fully discerned.
Jackson, the skeptic, felt the icy fingers of doubt slowly slip away as he witnessed the impossible. Furniture moved of its own accord, propelled by unseen forces. Inexplicable cold spots gripped the air, numbing their senses. Electronic devices malfunctioned, their screens flickering with cryptic messages from beyond.
Emma, the medium, became a conduit for the tormented spirits trapped within the mansion's confines. Their anguished cries reverberated through her, their spectral presence searing her mind with unbearable anguish. Whispers echoed in her ears, their fragmented voices pleading for release, while malevolent entities sought to exploit her vulnerabilities, to claim her as their vessel.
Marcus, the researcher, reveled in the forbidden knowledge that seeped from the mansion's walls. Ancient tomes whispered forgotten secrets to him, their pages seemingly stained with the blood of the damned. Symbols etched into his mind twisted his thoughts, threatening to consume his very essence as he unraveled the dark history of the mansion.
But the mansion was not a mere haunted house—it was a sentient entity, a sentient embodiment of terror. It unleashed its full fury upon the investigators. Hallways transformed into maddening labyrinths, leading them astray, deeper into the abyss. Rooms became twisted mazes of shifting walls and malicious traps, ensnaring them in a waking nightmare.
The spirits grew restless, their insidious presence manifesting in forms of pure malevolence. They clawed at the investigators' sanity, distorting their perceptions of reality. Visions of their deepest fears became corporeal nightmares, relentlessly pursuing them through the ever-changing maze of the mansion.
Yet, amid the relentless horrors, a glimmer of hope emerged—a shard of ancient knowledge pointing towards an artifact of salvation hidden within the mansion's depths. The investigators clung to this sliver of light, braving the unending darkness, their resilience fueled by a desperate determination to break free from the mansion's clutches.
With each trial they overcame, the mansion fought back with renewed ferocity. Shadows solidified into spectral monstrosities, ancient curses lashed out with a vengeance, and the very walls bled with the essence of suffering. But the investigators pressed on, their collective will a beacon of defiance against the abomination that held them captive.
In the final confrontation, as the investigators reached the heart of the mansion, a chamber of unearthly beauty
In the final confrontation, as the investigators reached the heart of the mansion, a chamber of unearthly beauty unveiled itself—a shrine of dark power, pulsating with a malevolent glow. The artifact of salvation, a relic of ancient wisdom, rested upon a pedestal, radiating a glimmer of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.
With trembling hands, the investigators seized the artifact, channeling its ancient energies. The mansion convulsed, writhing in agony as its grip weakened. The tormented spirits howled in despair, their anguished cries merging into a crescendo of wailing torment.
As the investigators made their escape, the mansion retaliated with a final, desperate act of defiance. It unleashed a torrent of supernatural fury, twisting reality and collapsing corridors upon them. The walls bled with a deluge of malevolence, threatening to consume them whole.
But united in purpose, Jackson, Emma, and Marcus fought against the tide of terror. They navigated the shifting maze, pushed beyond the limits of their strength and courage. With every ounce of willpower, they resisted the mansion's attempts to break them, their spirits burning bright with a resolve to survive.
In a blinding burst of energy, they burst through the mansion's threshold, leaving the accursed abode behind. The once formidable edifice stood still, defeated and bereft of its prey. The wasteland itself seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if relieved of a malevolent presence that had haunted it for centuries.
The investigators emerged, scarred but triumphant, forever changed by their harrowing ordeal. They carried the weight of the mansion's darkness within them, etched upon their souls as a reminder of the horrors they had faced. Their tale would become a whispered legend among those who dabbled in the forbidden, a testament to the unyielding human spirit against the forces of darkness.
In the aftermath, the Mansion of Eternal Torment sank into obscurity, its vile presence masked beneath layers of forgotten history. It lay dormant, waiting for a new chapter to unfold—a tale of terror that would test the mettle of those who dared to seek its secrets.
And so, the mansion stood as a haunting reminder of the depths of horror that lay hidden in the world, a reminder that even in the face of unspeakable terror, courage and resilience can prevail. The Mansion of Eternal Torment would forever cast its shadow, an eternal testament to the boundless darkness and the enduring strength of the human spirit.
As the investigators emerged from the clutches of the Mansion of Eternal Torment, they believed their ordeal had come to an end. However, an unforeseen terror awaited them in the shadows of the surrounding forest—a lurking malevolence that had taken root amidst the mansion's cursed legacy.
Unbeknownst to them, a notorious axe murderer, a deranged soul known only as "The Butcher," had been drawn to the same unhallowed grounds. Driven by a bloodlust that defied reason, he had sought refuge within the abandoned halls of the mansion, his malevolent presence intertwining with the existing horrors.
As the investigators stumbled upon an old trail, their exhaustion palpable, a rustle in the underbrush sent shivers down their spines. The air thickened with an added layer of dread, and an oppressive silence settled upon the forest—an ominous calm before the storm.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows—a hulking silhouette brandishing a gleaming, blood-stained axe. The Butcher had found his next victims, his eyes filled with a twisted ecstasy as he savored the fear etched upon their faces.
Panic gripped the investigators as they realized their nightmare was far from over. The Butcher's frenzied laughter echoed through the trees, a chilling symphony of sadism that sent chills racing down their spines. They sprinted through the dense undergrowth, desperately seeking an escape from this unholy convergence of horrors.
The forest seemed to conspire against them, as if the very trees reached out with gnarled branches to impede their progress. Each step became a perilous dance with death, as the axe-wielding maniac closed in, his relentless pursuit fueled by an insatiable thirst for their blood.
With every breath labored and hearts pounding, the investigators fought to keep their wits about them. They knew they couldn't outrun their pursuer forever, nor could they outmatch him in sheer strength. They needed a plan, a stroke of luck, or perhaps a stroke of madness to tip the scales in their favor.
Frantically, they stumbled upon a decrepit shack hidden within the depths of the forest—a place that bore witness to the Butcher's vile acts. Within its rotting walls, they found a cache of tools, remnants of the killer's twisted trade. With trembling hands, they armed themselves with anything that could be wielded as a makeshift weapon, knowing that their survival hinged on their ability to stand against the darkness that loomed before them.
The final showdown erupted amidst the desolate forest, a deadly dance between desperate investigators and a bloodthirsty fiend. Axes clashed, screams pierced the night, and blood stained the earth beneath their feet. The Butcher reveled in the violence, his unhinged laughter merging with the cries of agony.
Against all odds, the investigators fought with a ferocity borne of desperation. Blow after blow, they resisted the Butcher's relentless assault. Their collective strength and determination pushed back against the abyss, refusing to be consumed by the darkness that had ensnared them.
In a climactic clash, as dawn's first light broke through the thick canopy, the investigators landed a decisive blow. The Butcher's maniacal laughter turned to a gurgling gasp, his twisted existence fading into oblivion. The forest fell silent, as if nature itself held its breath, mourning the passing of a monster.

My MIL is German and moved to America in her teens. Her father fought in WWII for Germany. My husband tells me he was very cruel to her and her sisters. My husband has never said so (I think out of embarrassment) but I’ve come to the conclusion from the stories that he was a Nazi who immigrated to the U.S. after the war, and still uplifted the Nazi belief system up until his death in the early 2000s.
Before I go on, I adore my husband. He’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. And I have absolutely nothing against Germans today - I married one.
I’m also comfortable in my own skin. I have brown eyes, strawberry blonde hair, and I’m five foot 3 with light/medium skin. I’m in good shape. I have healthy hair, good hygiene, a cute face, and I put in effort to look nice daily.
My husband has blonde hair and blue eyes. My MIL and her sisters are all blonde haiblue eyes. My first brother-in-law talked about the “superior Aryan race” at Christmas and, surprise, he also has blonde hair and blue eyes. My MIL only likes two of the in-laws, and you can guess what they look like. My second brother-in-law has brown eyes (like me) and she talks horribly about him behind his back. Turns out, she talks horribly about me too. But that’s not the only thing she’s done in the years we’ve been together…
The first time I met my MIL, she brought up my boyfriend’s ex girlfriend. A blow, for sure, but I knew that many women experience a coldness from the future MIL. I can handle this, I thought. I’ll just ignore her.
The next time I saw her, she commented on how short I was and told me my skin was shiny in a picture I recently took (at a wedding that was 95 degrees.) Okay, rude, but I love her son, I thought. So I didn’t say anything to that either.
She was truly terrible when I invited her and my boyfriend’s father to my beach house. My boyfriend and I wanted our parents to meet before we got engaged, so we invited them to stay for a weekend. After a few bourbons, she told me to shut up (loud enough so that me and my friend could hear it, but no one else could) and then proceeded to tell me that me and her son did not “match.” I had a good friend at the beach with me that same weekend who had blonde hair and blue eyes, and my MIL proceeded to look at my boyfriend, and then point at my friend in a manipulative way, like he should be with someone like her instead. Finally, that same night she told me I had “very dark eyes.”
Anytime we speak about any female with blonde hair and blue eyes, she speaks very highly of them. She says that their boyfriend’s “shouldn’t let them get away.”
To add, she’s very vocal about disliking gay people and I’ve heard both my in laws make racist comments about other races.
Shes very dismissive of me and never fails to highlight my flaws - today without even saying hello she said I needed to put sunscreen on my shoulders, and then just walked away. She also has no boundaries and comes to our house and buys us groceries and cleans without us asking. Seems like a nice gesture, but it’s really an attempt to exert dominance and undermine me as his wife.
She’s very involved in our life and comes to many of the same social events as us. It’s important to note that she is very kind and engaging to people she believes are worthy, including my own friends, but not to me.
So after 4 years and tying the knot with my now husband, and four years of just trying to ignore it and smile, I’ve had it with her. I’m done brushing it off. I’ve talked to my husband, who for years struggled believing that his mom was capable of this, and we are finally putting boundaries up. Even after getting married, she still proceeds to make drunken comments about my appearance in passing and under her breath. So no more. No more having her stay at our house. No more brushing off the horrible comments. No more visiting them for extended periods of time.

Welcome to Join PhiCraft! [New world. With world border set to 1500, that we'll take down once the update drops.]
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We are a small and friendly Minecraft Bedrock Survival Realm for players age 25+
We have Achievements turned on, one player sleep, play on hard mode and we do yearly resets.
We also together with the community create a shopping district and a gaming area.
If this is something that suits you, then you should apply!
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If you’ve ever wanted to meet someone who has conflicting reviews; welcome to the end of the road.
Hello. It’s me. again.
Any spelling or grammatical errors you may come across are paid actors. Let’s not judge them. They’re sensitive.
In the many times I’ve posted through Reddit, under different profiles as I move and grow, I’ve never once called myself perfect. I’ve called myself deep and chaotic. I’ve referred to myself as a storm. I’ve even called myself mental because let’s be honest, aren’t we all in some way?
I can weave words and turn them into the most delicious word salad you’ve ever tasted. I can make words sound like poetry and wrap you up into the warmest cocoon with them. I can hold the most serious conversation and discuss the universe with you or I can be a complete ass if that makes you happy to keep the mood light. Or if you’re just a masochist and need it that way. I’m not one to judge.
I survive off of coffee and protein shakes. No, seriously. I recently rerouted some of my body by choice. If you’re not into curvy girls, give me 6 months and I’ll be a new human to fit your liking. I do have a picture on my profile if you just have to visualize it first. *Please note, that pic was 20 lbs ago already. Here’s my face as well”https://imgur.com/a/vz6JyLn
I have cats that I will always love more than you. I own my house and filled it with plants and books. I NEVER turn on the big light. I’m obsessed with lamps and bookends. I have a collection of music and I always have a vinyl playing in the background.
That leads me to this;
I don’t care how messy your world is or was before reaching out. I don’t care why you rummage through Reddit or why you never find someone to call home through the boring predictable ads. I’d love to be able to help you find why today is the best day ever and how shitty days can end well.
I care about the words you speak in low tones and how they weave and work through my soul. I care about how you make me believe that one night can be magical, even if we never speak again.
I’m obtained by pretty words and long paragraphs. Do not just say hello, that’s a little played out at this point.

Hello everyone,
I’m a 34 year old man who was married to who I thought was the love of my life. I met her when I was only 15 years old and we quickly became best friends and eventually dated in our later teen years then married in our early twenties. I was married to her for 13 years and we have two wonderful children together. I feel like a rug was pulled out from under me. She was a school teacher and I worked in a factory doing quality control, we owned a small business together and even owned two homes at one point in hope to rent it out. Our lives seemed great, it definitely had it’s struggles but we had each other and our children.
My son who is now 12 is a blessing and I couldn’t be more proud of him. He enriched my life in so many ways and only a few years later we were happy to find out that we were having another baby. A girl who we were over the moon about but sadly we lost her. It was a extremely low point in my life and still brings me to tears this day. My wife and my son helped me through it and I did everything to help my wife with our loss. She started to feel extreme depression and refused therapy or any other help.
Things seems to get better when we found out that we were having another baby, it was going to be a girl. It obviously didn’t fix the situation or fully heal our hearts over the loss of our lost daughter but it filled us with joy, joy that was much needed in both our lives. So 9 years ago we were blessed with our beautiful little girl who brings us all so much joy.
My wife seemingly started to feel happy again and life started improving. I had to drop out of school so my wife could keep going and also take care of them kids and I worked full time and a few side jobs. It was a worthy sacrifice at the time. She was working on her degree and eventually got her masters with a 4.0. Once she had secured a good paying job I would be allowed to go back to school myself. Years passed and I was able to buy my local comic book store to keep it from closing and it was a dream of our to own our own business.
We eventually grew the store and moved up in our main jobs, her a high school teacher and me a factory worker who got a inspection job that had better pay and hours. Life was seemingly on the up. We bought our second home in what was considered the nicest/safest neighborhood in our city. I only wanted the best for our kids and hopefully to have more.
I found myself working my 7am to 3pm job then my comic shop in the afternoons, 3:15 to about 6pm. I would arrive home and spend the afternoon with my wife and kids. Life was good but I was working all the time, even the weekends. My dream became a nightmare.
Late 2019 we discovered that we were having a baby, it was a boy. My heart was filled with joy except for my wife. It seemed like the depression was returning and stronger than ever. The news of our son brought her into fits or rage and crying spells, I tried to be supportive and understanding but I was at a loss of how to help. Sadly we lost my son, I found myself devastated and alone. My wife was relieved over the loss and I didn’t know how to handle it. I was alone this time and trying my hardest to be supportive but it was difficult. I needed her but the loss was viewed so differently by her.
Later in March of 2020 my so was diagnosed with type one diabetes, it was a hard pill to swallow. Major life changes for a 10 year old. I was trying to sell my shop to be home and support him. Oddly my wife was against it and insisted on me continuing to run the shop.
I started to notice she would leave the home for a few hours after I arrived. It seemed normal to me. She definitely needed her time to unwind and be alone. I just wanted to support her and let her have her space.
Eventually her trips to get milk would last 4 or more hours and sometimes she would come home empty handed. I was growing concerned. Everything seemed somewhat normal except she refused to take our daughter out on Sunday shopping trips anymore. My daughter was confused why it stopped, they had had “girl dates” all of her life but now without warning it was over.
Fights eventually started and sex almost completely stopped. I signed us up for marriage counseling. She agreed to go but never participated in any of the activities for us to work on at home. She became more and more distant and colder to everyone.
On August 1st 2022 my daughter was diagnosed as well with type one diabetes. I was devastated but had to be strong for her. On the 3rd of August 2022 my wife was caught with one of her students. My world was turned upside down.
It’s been almost a year now, somedays I don’t want to get out of bed, but I keep moving for the children. My soon to be ex wife lives with her parents now, I only see my kids half as much as I did. It’s hard to be alone. The house was so full of sound and kids laughing and now it’s quite most days.
My wife is facing criminal charges and my children’s lives have been ruined by this. I don’t know what to do most days. I don’t know who to talk to. Life is hard, it’s only going to get harder from here.

I just made a discovery and wanted to share. If you, like me, are really bad about drinking enough water throughout the day: get a water bottle you REALLY like.
I recently bought a Minecraft water bottle for like $5 at Target. It's designed to look like a creeper and I thought it was cute. I'm now realizing this is the most consistently I've ever drank water. I bring this thing everywhere with me. Something about this thing's little face just makes me so happy. I think the small dopamine rush I get looking at it reminds me to actually drink the water. It probably helps that Minecraft is my comfort activity so my brain has happy associations with it.
So get yourself a cute water bottle, or some nice stickers to make your own. I'm sure this won't work for everybody, but it might help some! Come, join me in hydration.