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DeathBattleMatchups

2020.06.24 03:59 DeathBattleMatchups

This subreddit is dedicated to providing a space for people who would like to post their own potential DEATH BATTLE! matchups for people to see and debate over. This sub is meant for simple matchups, or talking about what would be the best matchups for characters. If you would like more detailed match-ups, we recommend whowouldwin . However if your goal is simply to start a quick debate, this is the place to go!
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2014.05.10 21:58 Olfbir We Bare Bears

We Bare Bears is an animated comedy on Cartoon Network about three brothers trying to fit in and make friends. We Bare Bears is based off the comic created by Daniel Chong.
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2015.07.06 15:24 oxiel We Bare Bears Fanart (sometimes NSFW)

This subreddit is dedicated to fan art of the cartoon We Bare Bears and it will have NSFW fanart and weird stuff.
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2023.03.20 17:37 Verrgasm The Circus

The large tent-like structure undulated in the distance. It pulsed and waved and almost seemed to be alive like a great red and white monolith breathing in the march breeze, calling to me. Drawing me closer. The sign came into view and I pulled off and into the makeshift dirt lot, looming over the entrance as two cracked wooden hands painted a sickly ivory yellow draped underneath the bold lettering. Caressing it. Presenting it like some macabre gift between friendly strangers. Bony fingers ending in jagged jet black nails stabbed into the air around it, pointing towards the sky as if to mock creation itself.
'The Circus of Suffering'
WHERE PAIN LIVES
It all came back to me only very recently. Something in a dream, a snapshot of a memory. I remembered rolling down that desolate country road, huddled in the backseat, dozing off with my brother and sister on either side snoring blissfully through the long trip home. Dad was messing with the radio, only getting static. Moments from sleep, there it appeared off on the horizon. Great and billowy, the red and white pinstripe of the tent flapped around its many poles driven deep into the earth and I could only imagine what secrets might lie within.
"Look! A circus!" I yelled excitedly, rousing my siblings. Dad told me to be quiet, and the huge tent dwindled in the rear view mirror as we passed it by and continued down the road. I watched it intently as it gradually grew smaller, and then, suddenly, it slowly fizzled away. Top to bottom, the big top disappeared as if being transported somewhere else by some miraculous unknown means. "It's gone! It's gone!"
We turned a corner and the road went out of view and a few hours later we were home and I was grounded for waking my sister in the car, who cried the rest of the way; which really meant annoying my father, a grumpy bastard if ever there was one. Nobody ever acknowledged the Circus.
Dad told me I was just dreaming, but I know I saw it. As I grew older however, I forgot all about it. That big top tent rising from the earth just off the long road, there one moment and gone the next. As I grew older, much later, I began to see it at night, every night, as I slept.
The dreams were always the same. The countryside was in darkness and all was completely black. I only knew that I was in the car, nestled in the backseat alone while my dad drove on silently up front. That's when I'd notice that there was no sound, as if there wasn't any road beneath us and no engine moving us forward, and then the music would begin to emanate in the distance. Warm and inviting, asking me to 'come see a show' without words. I'd push my face up against the window and watch the miasmic light radiating from the enticing music, then, the tent. It towered twisting into the air as far as I could see with its round base extending impossibly deep into the darkness behind the searing skylights which punched through the fog like walls of white glass.
I'd whisper to my dad, putting my hand on his shoulder, "Can we go?"
Then it'd just be me, standing in the pitch blackness facing the big top. So I ran, I always ran, because I knew it was behind me tearing through the grass in pursuit. It snarled and pounded with lumbering footfalls that were so clear even though the music was growing louder and louder because I was getting closer. I sprinted into the light, gasping for air like I was on the moon, tumbling onto a rainbow valley of broken glass that stung as it dug into me. I was compelled to look up at the sign overhead, ignoring my profusely bleeding hands and bare feet.
"WHERE PAIN LIVES"
Two huge splintering white hands would come down and stab into me and raise me up high above the tent and into the air where I'd fall into the red and white glowing stripes beneath and it'd consume me in its warm gelatinous mass, and I'd become one with it.
I became one with the circus, everytime.
One day, when I awoke all sweaty and aching, it's as if I just knew where to go. Innately knew, like a thin branding iron marked with the ethereal coordinates had scorched itself into the deepest recesses of my brain, inviting me to come see a show unlike any other.
Locking the car and pocketing the keys, I gazed at the green-brown nothingness for miles around in every other direction and I felt alone like I'd never been before. I may as well have been in space. The air felt fresh, but it was tinged with something bittersweet that I couldn't quite recognise. An alluring aroma of burnt popcorn, except meaty somehow.
I began to make my way towards the tent opening, into its dark, gaping maw. Whatever was waiting for me inside, it was hungry.
But so was I.
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2023.03.20 17:36 Heavy-Position815 Work is a lot. Everything is a lot.

Is anyone else just completely overwhelmed? This was not a planned pregnancy, but my current partner and I decided to go through with it, which were very excited about. We’ve been together for many years and he completely changed my outlook on having a child. He is going to be the best dad. I, on the other hand—feel like I don’t know how I’m going to do anything. I work full time, odd hours (aka weekends) I am the bread winner (which is totally fine and I know my job is important to the success of our family). I just feel like I’m completely avoiding everything. I have to travel for work tomorrow with my entire company. It’s supposed to be something super exciting and fun but I’m just full of nerves and can’t get excited. I’m at the point where I can start telling people but I have a weird fear of judgement and I don’t know why. I work for a company that is ran by women and have always felt supported. I just feel so isolated and out of touch. Like I’m doing a terrible job with everything. I’ve been super sick and super tired. Barely hanging on. I’m taking everything day by day but it’s just so much to do. Anyone have any suggestions to get out of this rut, bring some life back into me?
TLDR: exhausted & overwhelmed with work and life, suggestions on how to feel good and balanced?
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2023.03.20 17:36 LightRefrac How to deal with low GPA and explain grading difficulty when applying abroad

my_qualifications: Btech in cs 3rd year
Hi, I am interested in pursuing a research-oriented career which preferably requires a master's and then a PhD abroad, hopefully from the US but I am not too picky. I am a CS student in a tier 1 engineering college. I have a stellar academic record before my undergrad. However, I stumbled a bit in my first two semesters. Now I have gotten somewhat back on track, but the screws from the first two semesters haunt me. I have managed to push my GPA beyond 8, but it is barely there.
As we know, in India the grading practices are really harsh, with average grades going as low as 6. Now I agree my screwing up was my fault, but even then pulling it back up is so goddamn hard, especially when you are graded on a curve in a system which wants to give you the lowest grade possible. I just don't find it fair to compare grades across universities where practices vary so widely, for example, the best ones here have high competition + the worst grades. How do I deal with this issue, and perhaps explain it to the application reviewers? I have a good amount of research experience and I am on the way to hopefully getting a paper published in a reputed journal. I also have a good deal of programming experience from work at the university as well as my internships in well-reputed companies, but I fear my grades are getting in my way (they already have), and it is driving me crazy. If anyone with a bad grade has overcome this please let me know. Thanks!
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2023.03.20 17:33 JoeKikArsenal Psychology study results from a study I recruited for here last year!

Hi GTFO, I’m back bearing research findings!
TL;DR: I recruited for my PhD research here and promised the mods I’d come back with the results which you can check out here and here!
For those of you who don’t remember me, I’m a PhD candidate at the University of Toronto studying emotions and videogames. A while ago I recruited from this subreddit for one of my studies, and I promised the mods I would come back and post my findings. I’m also currently running another study to wrap up my dissertation work (for which you can fill out the eligibility screener here, and find out the finer details about below!). In my last study, I was looking at two different aspects of the affective experience of gamers; namely, tilt and dysregulated gaming (i.e., ‘videogame addiction’).
For tilt, I wanted to find out the relationship between people’s motives for gaming, their ability to regulate their emotions, and their tilt frequency. What I found was that both competitive gratification motives (i.e., playing games to improve your skill at the game) and mood management motives (i.e., playing games to improve your mood) both independently predicted tilt frequency. I also found that emotion dysregulation (i.e., the inability to regulate your emotions) was only found to play a significant moderating role in the relationship between competitive gratification motives and tilt frequency, but not mood motives and tilt frequency. What this suggests to me is that if you’re often fueled by competitive motives for gaming and find yourself tilting too frequently, one thing you might consider working on is your ability to reappraise performance failures as opportunities for improvement to help manage the negative emotional sting that sets off the cycle of tilt. That being said, this wasn’t an experimental study so we can’t infer the causal direction of any of these relationships. Thanks to your participation, I was able to present these findings at a sport psychology conference in Montreal (which you can check out here!).
On the topic of dysregulated gaming, I was interested to find out the role of emotion regulation as a protective buffer against videogame addiction. Most models/diagnostic criteria consider ‘mood management’ as either a core or peripheral component of videogame addiction – which also makes intuitive sense; if you play videogames to deal with your negative moods instead of addressing the actual cause of the negative mood, you’re gonna’ have a bad time. What I wanted to do here was take a more detailed look at emotion regulation abilities and how they relate to dysregulated gaming severity, while accounting for mood motives for gaming. What I found was that emotion regulation feedback responsiveness (i.e., your ability to monitor and adapt ongoing emotion-regulation strategies based on their current effectiveness) plays the largest protective role against problematic gaming both through its direct path to dysregulated gaming severity, and its indirect path through mood motives for gaming. Again, thanks to you fine folks being so generous with your time and participation, I was able to present these findings at a social psychology conference in Atlanta (which you can check out here!). I’m also currently working on writing up these findings for publication. Let me know if you’re interested in reading the full paper, and I can share it with you if/when it gets published!
All this to say, thank you all so much for taking the time to participate in my research – you’ve really helped carry me through grad school! I have one more study that I’m running to cap off my dissertation that I’m still recruiting for. For this one, I want to take a more detailed look at how moods and gaming relate to each other throughout the day. It involves downloading an app that pings you throughout the day to report your current mood, whether you’re playing videogames, and a few other questions. I know that’s a big ask, so I’m putting up $500 (CAD) in prizes for this one. Every time you answer one of the pings, you get an entry into the draw for 1 of 5 $100 gift cards to the platform of your choice. If you answer 80% or more of the pings, you get a bonus full-day’s-worth of entries in the draw. If you’re interested in participating, here’s the link to my eligibility screener survey. Also, please note that if you checked the box saying “Let me know about future research opportunities” in my previous study, you may have already received an email asking you to participate in this one!
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2023.03.20 17:33 JoeKikArsenal Psychology study results from a study I recruited for here last year!

Hi cyberpunkgame, I’m back bearing research findings!
TL;DR: I recruited for my PhD research here and promised the mods I’d come back with the results which you can check out here and here!
For those of you who don’t remember me, I’m a PhD candidate at the University of Toronto studying emotions and videogames. A while ago I recruited from this subreddit for one of my studies, and I promised the mods I would come back and post my findings. I’m also currently running another study to wrap up my dissertation work (for which you can fill out the eligibility screener here, and find out the finer details about below!). In my last study, I was looking at two different aspects of the affective experience of gamers; namely, tilt and dysregulated gaming (i.e., ‘videogame addiction’).
For tilt, I wanted to find out the relationship between people’s motives for gaming, their ability to regulate their emotions, and their tilt frequency. What I found was that both competitive gratification motives (i.e., playing games to improve your skill at the game) and mood management motives (i.e., playing games to improve your mood) both independently predicted tilt frequency. I also found that emotion dysregulation (i.e., the inability to regulate your emotions) was only found to play a significant moderating role in the relationship between competitive gratification motives and tilt frequency, but not mood motives and tilt frequency. What this suggests to me is that if you’re often fueled by competitive motives for gaming and find yourself tilting too frequently, one thing you might consider working on is your ability to reappraise performance failures as opportunities for improvement to help manage the negative emotional sting that sets off the cycle of tilt. That being said, this wasn’t an experimental study so we can’t infer the causal direction of any of these relationships. Thanks to your participation, I was able to present these findings at a sport psychology conference in Montreal (which you can check out here!).
On the topic of dysregulated gaming, I was interested to find out the role of emotion regulation as a protective buffer against videogame addiction. Most models/diagnostic criteria consider ‘mood management’ as either a core or peripheral component of videogame addiction – which also makes intuitive sense; if you play videogames to deal with your negative moods instead of addressing the actual cause of the negative mood, you’re gonna’ have a bad time. What I wanted to do here was take a more detailed look at emotion regulation abilities and how they relate to dysregulated gaming severity, while accounting for mood motives for gaming. What I found was that emotion regulation feedback responsiveness (i.e., your ability to monitor and adapt ongoing emotion-regulation strategies based on their current effectiveness) plays the largest protective role against problematic gaming both through its direct path to dysregulated gaming severity, and its indirect path through mood motives for gaming. Again, thanks to you fine folks being so generous with your time and participation, I was able to present these findings at a social psychology conference in Atlanta (which you can check out here!). I’m also currently working on writing up these findings for publication. Let me know if you’re interested in reading the full paper, and I can share it with you if/when it gets published!
All this to say, thank you all so much for taking the time to participate in my research – you’ve really helped carry me through grad school! I have one more study that I’m running to cap off my dissertation that I’m still recruiting for. For this one, I want to take a more detailed look at how moods and gaming relate to each other throughout the day. It involves downloading an app that pings you throughout the day to report your current mood, whether you’re playing videogames, and a few other questions. I know that’s a big ask, so I’m putting up $500 (CAD) in prizes for this one. Every time you answer one of the pings, you get an entry into the draw for 1 of 5 $100 gift cards to the platform of your choice. If you answer 80% or more of the pings, you get a bonus full-day’s-worth of entries in the draw. If you’re interested in participating, here’s the link to my eligibility screener survey. Also, please note that if you checked the box saying “Let me know about future research opportunities” in my previous study, you may have already received an email asking you to participate in this one!
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2023.03.20 17:33 NoRegister8591 Return being held while "accounts updating"???

Last September our son was approved for the Disability Tax Credit. We had checked off on the sheet to automatically reassess previous taxes for the years he qualifies. October 28th we got a letter stating they were starting the reassessments and would normally take 2-8 weeks but allow for more time for a complicated file. Our taxes aren't remotely complicated but 3 years of reassessments I guess is technically considered complex (although the letter says the complex cases take longer because they need to verify everything and it would be a lot of back and forth communication.. and we've heard nothing.. not a single letter or call). That's what the agent back in February informed us of and asked us to give them the "full 20 weeks". Well, we're at week 21 with nothing. We filed our taxes back in the first week of March with a process date of March 13th. The express NoA said we'd see our refund then. However on the 13th when it processed and we could see the real NoA, all it said is "refund being held". My husband has been on the phone with them 6 times this week. Today we were told because there was a consumer proposal back in 2020 and it was discharged back in December 2022 (only on personal credit things, no taxes) the note says they are waiting to "update accounts" and that's it. She said there is literally no information besides that and she can't access anything or even offer us a ballpark of how long this will take. The reassessments are in limbo (last accessed at the tax center March 3rd), the refund that we need desperately is being held, and the consumer proposal that should have no bearing on the CRA and my husband's taxes is apparently holding things up too. Am I mad or is this actually crazy? Anything I'm not seeing or realizing here??
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2023.03.20 17:32 asjitshot Don't play Ark with your girlfriend.

I know probably common sense but anyone out there thinking this would be a cute idea just don't.
We both learned how the game worked at the same time but I originally took the leading role crafting our first thatch house and making us tools to survive and I actually quite enjoyed it. I kept her safe and put a roof over her head while she picked berries and eventually started gathering wood and thatch.
Good times.
Then I decided we needed to tame our first dinosaur and it had to be the Parasaur, I grew up with horses and it seems the most horse like so I put a few tranq darts into one and hurray our first ever dino! So I put the saddle on there thinking I'll call him Malcolm after our old Gypsy Vanner horse and as I turn around after getting some berries for the road she's on him... and his name is "piggaliscious".
What the fuck is a piggaliscious and why are you on MY Parasaur?!
Anyways I let it go and tame a Moschops called Bert and things are fine.. other than me watching her ride Malc-sorry-"piggaliscious" into the sunset as Bert's chunky legs can't keep up bless him.
Fast forward and we make a start on the Crystal Isles map. She's the host this time and decided to make a log cabin in the burnt forest. She turns into a bossy little bastard and makes me do the hard work while she sits at home playing with her new pride and joy (That I tamed).. a Dire bear. So I decide "screw you!" and I make my own stone two floor house with even an accessible roof for Steven Seagull (my Pelagornis) so I'm finally free... right until Stalin decides that my house is her house and now I frequently have a damn BEAR in my living room stinking up the place. She at least keeps it clean if the bear shits as she storms towards it like Dobbie on crack to put his baked goods on her plants.
The absolute final straw however... and I've not since recovered from it. We decided to go hunt some artifacts (I was actually hoping she'd get eaten on the way to be honest) and some of them are under water. So I decide to tame a frog as I've never had one before and both frog and Steve Seagull actually make a very good team, she demands I risk my life to tame her a Sarco because of course she does and we get ready to go artifact hunting the next night.
The next night I come online and I'm hit by "I played a bit before you came on and I took Steven and the frog for an adventure... they're gone, bear is here though!". My Pelagornis that actually had okay stamina after training it and my amazing frog are gone... not dead, just she left them somewhere and can't find them (I also lost Barbara the Baryonyx because of the little tyrant).
So she's going to be finished I think, how can I raise kids with someone in the future when she'd probably take them to the park and lose them? It may sound harsh but a lot of it I can stomach, getting between me and my frog though was fucking inexcusable especially when I see her and the damn bear waving at me with its shit eating grin.
Anyways... don't make my mistake.
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2023.03.20 17:32 JoeKikArsenal Psychology study results from a study I recruited for here last year!

Hi Diablo_2_Resurrected, I’m back bearing research findings!
TL;DR: I recruited for my PhD research here and promised the mods I’d come back with the results which you can check out here and here!
For those of you who don’t remember me, I’m a PhD candidate at the University of Toronto studying emotions and videogames. A while ago I recruited from this subreddit for one of my studies, and I promised the mods I would come back and post my findings. I’m also currently running another study to wrap up my dissertation work (for which you can fill out the eligibility screener here, and find out the finer details about below!). In my last study, I was looking at two different aspects of the affective experience of gamers; namely, tilt and dysregulated gaming (i.e., ‘videogame addiction’).
For tilt, I wanted to find out the relationship between people’s motives for gaming, their ability to regulate their emotions, and their tilt frequency. What I found was that both competitive gratification motives (i.e., playing games to improve your skill at the game) and mood management motives (i.e., playing games to improve your mood) both independently predicted tilt frequency. I also found that emotion dysregulation (i.e., the inability to regulate your emotions) was only found to play a significant moderating role in the relationship between competitive gratification motives and tilt frequency, but not mood motives and tilt frequency. What this suggests to me is that if you’re often fueled by competitive motives for gaming and find yourself tilting too frequently, one thing you might consider working on is your ability to reappraise performance failures as opportunities for improvement to help manage the negative emotional sting that sets off the cycle of tilt. That being said, this wasn’t an experimental study so we can’t infer the causal direction of any of these relationships. Thanks to your participation, I was able to present these findings at a sport psychology conference in Montreal (which you can check out here!).
On the topic of dysregulated gaming, I was interested to find out the role of emotion regulation as a protective buffer against videogame addiction. Most models/diagnostic criteria consider ‘mood management’ as either a core or peripheral component of videogame addiction – which also makes intuitive sense; if you play videogames to deal with your negative moods instead of addressing the actual cause of the negative mood, you’re gonna’ have a bad time. What I wanted to do here was take a more detailed look at emotion regulation abilities and how they relate to dysregulated gaming severity, while accounting for mood motives for gaming. What I found was that emotion regulation feedback responsiveness (i.e., your ability to monitor and adapt ongoing emotion-regulation strategies based on their current effectiveness) plays the largest protective role against problematic gaming both through its direct path to dysregulated gaming severity, and its indirect path through mood motives for gaming. Again, thanks to you fine folks being so generous with your time and participation, I was able to present these findings at a social psychology conference in Atlanta (which you can check out here!). I’m also currently working on writing up these findings for publication. Let me know if you’re interested in reading the full paper, and I can share it with you if/when it gets published!
All this to say, thank you all so much for taking the time to participate in my research – you’ve really helped carry me through grad school! I have one more study that I’m running to cap off my dissertation that I’m still recruiting for. For this one, I want to take a more detailed look at how moods and gaming relate to each other throughout the day. It involves downloading an app that pings you throughout the day to report your current mood, whether you’re playing videogames, and a few other questions. I know that’s a big ask, so I’m putting up $500 (CAD) in prizes for this one. Every time you answer one of the pings, you get an entry into the draw for 1 of 5 $100 gift cards to the platform of your choice. If you answer 80% or more of the pings, you get a bonus full-day’s-worth of entries in the draw. If you’re interested in participating, here’s the link to my eligibility screener survey. Also, please note that if you checked the box saying “Let me know about future research opportunities” in my previous study, you may have already received an email asking you to participate in this one!
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2023.03.20 17:32 JoeKikArsenal Psychology study results from a study I recruited for here last year!

Hi blackdesertonline, I’m back bearing research findings!
TL;DR: I recruited for my PhD research here and promised the mods I’d come back with the results which you can check out here and here!
For those of you who don’t remember me, I’m a PhD candidate at the University of Toronto studying emotions and videogames. A while ago I recruited from this subreddit for one of my studies, and I promised the mods I would come back and post my findings. I’m also currently running another study to wrap up my dissertation work (for which you can fill out the eligibility screener here, and find out the finer details about below!). In my last study, I was looking at two different aspects of the affective experience of gamers; namely, tilt and dysregulated gaming (i.e., ‘videogame addiction’).
For tilt, I wanted to find out the relationship between people’s motives for gaming, their ability to regulate their emotions, and their tilt frequency. What I found was that both competitive gratification motives (i.e., playing games to improve your skill at the game) and mood management motives (i.e., playing games to improve your mood) both independently predicted tilt frequency. I also found that emotion dysregulation (i.e., the inability to regulate your emotions) was only found to play a significant moderating role in the relationship between competitive gratification motives and tilt frequency, but not mood motives and tilt frequency. What this suggests to me is that if you’re often fueled by competitive motives for gaming and find yourself tilting too frequently, one thing you might consider working on is your ability to reappraise performance failures as opportunities for improvement to help manage the negative emotional sting that sets off the cycle of tilt. That being said, this wasn’t an experimental study so we can’t infer the causal direction of any of these relationships. Thanks to your participation, I was able to present these findings at a sport psychology conference in Montreal (which you can check out here!).
On the topic of dysregulated gaming, I was interested to find out the role of emotion regulation as a protective buffer against videogame addiction. Most models/diagnostic criteria consider ‘mood management’ as either a core or peripheral component of videogame addiction – which also makes intuitive sense; if you play videogames to deal with your negative moods instead of addressing the actual cause of the negative mood, you’re gonna’ have a bad time. What I wanted to do here was take a more detailed look at emotion regulation abilities and how they relate to dysregulated gaming severity, while accounting for mood motives for gaming. What I found was that emotion regulation feedback responsiveness (i.e., your ability to monitor and adapt ongoing emotion-regulation strategies based on their current effectiveness) plays the largest protective role against problematic gaming both through its direct path to dysregulated gaming severity, and its indirect path through mood motives for gaming. Again, thanks to you fine folks being so generous with your time and participation, I was able to present these findings at a social psychology conference in Atlanta (which you can check out here!). I’m also currently working on writing up these findings for publication. Let me know if you’re interested in reading the full paper, and I can share it with you if/when it gets published!
All this to say, thank you all so much for taking the time to participate in my research – you’ve really helped carry me through grad school! I have one more study that I’m running to cap off my dissertation that I’m still recruiting for. For this one, I want to take a more detailed look at how moods and gaming relate to each other throughout the day. It involves downloading an app that pings you throughout the day to report your current mood, whether you’re playing videogames, and a few other questions. I know that’s a big ask, so I’m putting up $500 (CAD) in prizes for this one. Every time you answer one of the pings, you get an entry into the draw for 1 of 5 $100 gift cards to the platform of your choice. If you answer 80% or more of the pings, you get a bonus full-day’s-worth of entries in the draw. If you’re interested in participating, here’s the link to my eligibility screener survey. Also, please note that if you checked the box saying “Let me know about future research opportunities” in my previous study, you may have already received an email asking you to participate in this one!
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2023.03.20 17:31 Novasium Told my therapist that I suspected Autism and he refused to even hear me out. (explanation in post)

So about a week ago, a friend of mine told me I might be autistic. They've been doing these jokes about me being autistic for a while now and I finally had the genius idea to ask them about it. They explained that ramblings, several months or even years lasting hyperfixations and needing tone tags are signs of autism and that I should look it up.
So I did, I did look it up. I found a few lists of autism symptoms in teens and circled and wrote down the ones that I related to, which was, surprisingly, almost the entire list. The only things that I didn't relate to was the struggle with eye contact. I didn't have that but I do remember having it before, my parents scold me a lot and want me to look at their eyes when they do that so I eventually learned to look at someone but I still try to somewhat avoid it to this day.
Now this, of course, got me concerned. I tried to look at my past and question my mom about my childhood and this even seemed to confirm my suspicions even more. My mom told me she even suspected it before but never took me to a doctor and directly shut me down and told me I was a healthy baby.
In this time, I also talked to people with knowledge of psychology, who weren't surprised that I might be autistic, some of my friends suspecting it for a long time and all of them telling me to get tested. I also talked to diagnosed autistic people and they also seemed to confirm even more of my suspicions. One of these psychologically knowledged people is my brother, who actually provided me some other explanations on some of the symptoms I may have, such as tying "not understanding sarcasm or jokes" to me having little to no social skills because I barely talk with people, so I was genuinely open for any kind of response. I wanted to get tested at the time of an appointment.
So there it came, the day of my weekly appointment. I straight up told my therapist that I suspected I have autism, showing him a list of symptoms that I related to as well as expanding on those symptoms, giving examples of my past and present despite him telling me, at the moment I said I suspected autism, that I do not have autism.
He later on asked me a few questions about the fact that I don't understand metaphors after I didn't shut up about the symptoms I related to. He gave me a lot of examples and the only exams I could guess were the ones that I've generally heard all the time and believe me I was genuinely confused. He then proceeded to show me a video of the life of an autistic person, which was a video of a child who was being distracted by every single voice they heard or every single thing they saw. That hit quite a bit close to home but I knew every person in the spectrum is different so I didn't think much of it.

However, he then proceeded to tell me that we were wasting time talking about this because I was not autistic, in his 20 year work experience he hasn't seen anyone autistic like me and that autism was a serious topic. I told him that I knew that and that I wasn't making this up and that I wanted a definitive answer yet he kept denying everything I told him. I, refusing to give up, told him to let me get tested because I related to so many things and I refused to believe this was a coincidence, he straight up told me they're normal developmental problems without even dwelling that much on it, and that relating to three things doesn't immediately make you have that disorder. (Reminder that I explained all of my symptoms, which was a massive list, but he didn't even hear me out at first but I just wasn't shutting up).
In the end, I am not satisfied, no one explained to me why I'm not autistic and he didn't even explain to me why I have all of those symptoms other than saying "they're normal developmental problems", I genuinely want to get tested to put my mind to rest. What am I able to do in this situation? If any of you have went through similar things please tell me, I want any advice I could get.
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2023.03.20 17:31 JoeKikArsenal Psychology study results from a study I recruited for here last year!

Hi reddeadredemption, I’m back bearing research findings!
TL;DR: I recruited for my PhD research here and promised the mods I’d come back with the results which you can check out here and here!
For those of you who don’t remember me, I’m a PhD candidate at the University of Toronto studying emotions and videogames. A while ago I recruited from this subreddit for one of my studies, and I promised the mods I would come back and post my findings. I’m also currently running another study to wrap up my dissertation work (for which you can fill out the eligibility screener here, and find out the finer details about below!). In my last study, I was looking at two different aspects of the affective experience of gamers; namely, tilt and dysregulated gaming (i.e., ‘videogame addiction’).
For tilt, I wanted to find out the relationship between people’s motives for gaming, their ability to regulate their emotions, and their tilt frequency. What I found was that both competitive gratification motives (i.e., playing games to improve your skill at the game) and mood management motives (i.e., playing games to improve your mood) both independently predicted tilt frequency. I also found that emotion dysregulation (i.e., the inability to regulate your emotions) was only found to play a significant moderating role in the relationship between competitive gratification motives and tilt frequency, but not mood motives and tilt frequency. What this suggests to me is that if you’re often fueled by competitive motives for gaming and find yourself tilting too frequently, one thing you might consider working on is your ability to reappraise performance failures as opportunities for improvement to help manage the negative emotional sting that sets off the cycle of tilt. That being said, this wasn’t an experimental study so we can’t infer the causal direction of any of these relationships. Thanks to your participation, I was able to present these findings at a sport psychology conference in Montreal (which you can check out here!).
On the topic of dysregulated gaming, I was interested to find out the role of emotion regulation as a protective buffer against videogame addiction. Most models/diagnostic criteria consider ‘mood management’ as either a core or peripheral component of videogame addiction – which also makes intuitive sense; if you play videogames to deal with your negative moods instead of addressing the actual cause of the negative mood, you’re gonna’ have a bad time. What I wanted to do here was take a more detailed look at emotion regulation abilities and how they relate to dysregulated gaming severity, while accounting for mood motives for gaming. What I found was that emotion regulation feedback responsiveness (i.e., your ability to monitor and adapt ongoing emotion-regulation strategies based on their current effectiveness) plays the largest protective role against problematic gaming both through its direct path to dysregulated gaming severity, and its indirect path through mood motives for gaming. Again, thanks to you fine folks being so generous with your time and participation, I was able to present these findings at a social psychology conference in Atlanta (which you can check out here!). I’m also currently working on writing up these findings for publication. Let me know if you’re interested in reading the full paper, and I can share it with you if/when it gets published!
All this to say, thank you all so much for taking the time to participate in my research – you’ve really helped carry me through grad school! I have one more study that I’m running to cap off my dissertation that I’m still recruiting for. For this one, I want to take a more detailed look at how moods and gaming relate to each other throughout the day. It involves downloading an app that pings you throughout the day to report your current mood, whether you’re playing videogames, and a few other questions. I know that’s a big ask, so I’m putting up $500 (CAD) in prizes for this one. Every time you answer one of the pings, you get an entry into the draw for 1 of 5 $100 gift cards to the platform of your choice. If you answer 80% or more of the pings, you get a bonus full-day’s-worth of entries in the draw. If you’re interested in participating, here’s the link to my eligibility screener survey. Also, please note that if you checked the box saying “Let me know about future research opportunities” in my previous study, you may have already received an email asking you to participate in this one!
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2023.03.20 17:30 Welcome2thepond (Spoilers extended) Is Merrett Frey an important character (continued)

———Part Two
In the epilogue of SoS, to one of Jamies P.O.V. Chapters in FoC. we get to see his life story. From beginning at Crakehall, (the castle) to a squiring along side Jamie. Both dealt with the Kingswood Brotherhood. He gets captured by the band, and gets branded, after he’s ransomed, Merrett gets hit in the head, his career to knighthood is destroyed and lives with headaches for the rest of his life, with only alcohol as the best medicine.
Then something amazing happens his father Lord Walder Frey manages his ninth son into marrying the Darrys, when they were in their power. A Darry in the Kingsguard, and a Darry as the Master of Arms ( and Daenerys savior) with the Targaryens.
And Merrett marries Mariya the daughter of Lord Darry. Corse Roberts rebellion happen, and as an end result the Darry’s lose a chunk of land in power. With this marriage, he has three daughters, and one son two of his children he named after his father, his eldest daughter names after his mother. And three of his children bare names that make them individual. Little Walder, Fat Walda, and “Gate House Ami.”
We see him die, in his epilogue as he’s trying to ransom Petyr Frey, by being hanged by the Brotherhood without Banners.
Is there any evidence to show that he is important?I think we have to point out some very interesting bits.
We see that Merrett is around the same age as Jamie Lannister and Ned Stark. With this Merrett can be kind of a measuring stick for the Frey Family line. With this George has given us a better chance to find who was the Frey squire that teased the young Howland Reed during the tournament at Harrenhal.
What I find to point out is Merretts marriage into the Darrys. For if we look at Emmon Freys line, with Genna and Ser Jamie exchange in aFfC. We see that Cleos Frey got the younger daughter of the Darry line.
—“Your father should have granted us Darry. Cleos married one of the plowman’s daughters. His grieving widow is furious that her sons were not granted her lord father’s lands. Gatehouse Ami is Darry on her mother’s side. My good-daughter Jeyne is her aunt, a full sister to Lady Mariya.” “A younger sister,” Jamie reminded her,” pg 712, A Feast for Crows
Reason why I find this so interesting is that this follows after…
— it was hard not to feel contemptuous of Emmon Frey. He had arrived at Casterly Rock and his fourteenth year to wed a lioness half his age. Tyrion used to say that Lord Tywin had given him a nervous belly for a wedding gift. Genna has played her part as well. Jamie remembered many a feast where Emmon sat poking at his food sullenly whilst his wife made ribald jests with whatever household knight had been seated to her left, their conversations punctuated by loud burst of laughter. pg 711 Feast for Crows
What this passage shows us is that Emmon Frey, never really left Casterly Rock or the Lannister’s. The best person to arrange marriages for Emmon and Genna kids, would be the head of Casterly Rock and the Lannisters. Tywin must’ve had a hand with the marriage of Cleos, and he got the younger sister of Darry’s when “the Late” Walder Frey got his ninth son to marry the older sister in the Darry line. Walder Frey beat Tywin in that game, and we see this result, Merrett inheriting Castle Darry. But the real master, was Walder Frey, whether it would be Cleos or Merrett line, Darry was guaranteed to fall under the Freys if the Darry male line ended.
So I think there’s something to say is that Merrett’s legacy is important but what could this lead to in future books? I dunno, if Roose gets Fat Walda pregnant before the two Boltons die, the Boltons will be preserved through the Freys, as would Darry’s.
Course we would wait for the Winds of Winter, and a Dream of Spring to find out, If they’re ever released.
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2023.03.20 17:28 beardify My Friends And I Took A Vacation To A Place Called "Death Ridge Lodge..."

My friends weren’t exactly enthusiastic about meeting me at a place called the “Death Ridge Lodge,” even after I told them that “Dethritch” was just the name of the shepherd who used to own the land. Truth was, I was more than a little nervous myself. I’d been out of the country for five years; there had been calls and letters, but my friends and I hadn’t seen each other in all that time…would we still have the connection that we once did?
Some of the changes that time had wrought were surprising; others, less so. We’d all expected my stubborn, brilliant friend Jennifer to be an attorney like her father–but in a story straight out of a cheesy Hallmark movie, she’d married a guy from a tiny town in Kentucky and had two kids. Meanwhile, Ned–a loudmouthed, extroverted redhead–had somehow ended up working from a lonely home office as a computer programmer.
And then there was Zoe.
She’d been my crush since our sophomore year of college. It wasn’t just her auburn hair or piercing green eyes; it was the care and honesty she showed in everything she did. Before her, I’d never met someone who really listened, who really cared about other people without working their own angle. We’d all expected great things for her…but in the end, she’d wound up like me. Back in our hometown. Unsure about the future.
But now that so much time had passed, would we even have anything in common anymore?
As it turned out, I needn’t have worried. Not even the wailing winter storm and unexpected power outages could dampen our good time. Ned, Zoe, Jennifer, and I gathered around a roaring flagstone fireplace, sharing our favorite scary stories and urban legends. It didn’t matter that the howling wind made going outside deadly, or that snow had cut off the forest road to the outside world: we had warmth, food, booze–and our rediscovered friendship. We also had Lee.
When we arrived, Lee explained to us that he was the off-season caretaker of Dethritch Lodge and the surrounding cabins. During tourist season in summer, the place swarmed with hospitality workers, but from fall to spring Lee mostly had the place to himself. When the blizzard hit, he made a point of checking in on us.
“Temperature's goin’ down out there,” he warned us that fateful night. “Visibility Is almost zero. You kids wouldn’t wanna get lost out there tonight…or any other night.”
“Don’t worry,” Zoe smiled. “We have no intention of going outside in that.” She pointed to the wind-driven snow that was rattling against the window panes.
“It can’t be that easy to get lost though, can it?” Ned–always the contrarian–asked. “I mean, we’re on the side of a mountain. To go one way you just go down, and to go the other way you just go back up, right?”
“Not that simple.” Lee grunted, pulling up a stool. “We’re a hundred miles from civilization out here, and if you can’t recognize any landmarks, all them pine trees out there look the same. Even if you think you know where you’re goin,’ this mountain likes to play tricks. The gentle slope you walk down in fall might be dangerously steep in spring; boulders tumble, streams change course, and paths disappear from one season to the next. There’s dozens of trails criss-crossin’ this ol’ mountain: 1800’s logging roads, game trails, other paths so old it’s impossible to tell who made’em. Trust me, you lose your way out there, all you’re gonna get is more an’ more lost..and then you’ll start to panic. An’ at that point, if hypothermia an’ hunger an’ the bears don’t getcha, ol’ man Dethritch and his dogs will.”
“Dethritch?” “Dogs?” Zoe and Jennifer asked at once.
“Just how much do you four know about Dethritch Lodge?”
“Not much,” I admitted. “I was looking for a place where my old friends and I could meet up over the holidays, the place looked cozy, had hiking and skiing and good reviews…besides, back then, the weather forecast said we’d have a clear weekend...”
Lee nodded, as if that was about what he expected. “It’s an odd place…with an odd history. Just after the Revolutionary War, a man named Jebediah Dethritch showed up here and started construction on a cabin. He said that the mountain had called to him, that he’d seen it in a dream, an’ that Patrick Henry had gifted him the entire mountainside in exchange for services rendered during the war. There was plenty of land back then, and grants were being handed out like candy, so no one called him on it. Besides, folks wanted farmland, not the slope of a damn mountain. They all thought Jeb Dethritch was crazy, but he carved a life outta these hills, swearing that he and the land were one flesh. Jeb and his sons felled forests, dragged out the stumps, and planted orchards; they set up secret garden patches back in the woods; raised chickens, cows, and a flock of sheep. For a while, things were good.” The old man stared into the fire. “If you young people get bored with all this history, just say so…”
“Well, it’s not like we’ve got anything better to do, do we?” Ned scoffed.
“No, please go on. It’s interesting.” Zoe reassured Lee; Ned rolled his eyes.
“Well, the years rolled by. Jeb died and passed his land on to his son and grandson, who went on livin’ the same way he had. Meanwhile, towns were buildin’ up around the mountain. The more they expanded, the more folks demanded proof that the mountain really belonged to the Dethritches. By the end of the Civil War–that’s to say, Jeb’s great-grandson’s time–nobody cared about yellowed papers and ancient claims. Folks wanted the mountain developed, and kept suin’ ‘til they found a judge who agreed with’em. Amos Dethritch got a few acres and the rest went to minin’ and loggin’ companies. But takin’ advantage of the Dethritchs’ land was no easy task. See, the Dethritches refused to accept the court’s decision. They kept livin’ in their hidden shacks on the mountainside, and made life hell for the companies who, from their point of view, were trespassing’ on their property. Every day there were downed trees on the road, supplies burnt, animals missin’...it went on for decades, all the way into the 1900’s. And while nobody had been hurt in Amos Dethritch’s little guerrilla war, it was costin’ those companies more than the mountain was worth. They had to put a stop to it. The first sign of trouble was when Alice Dethritch–Amos’ wife from back east–stopped comin’ into town to sell her honey an’ fruit preserves.. A few days later, Amos was found in the middle of a dirt loggin’ road, surrounded by his three mastiffs. They’d all been shot to pieces. Ten years later, some trappers found Alice and the kids in a shallow grave. They said it looked like they’d died…badly.”
“So who did it?” Jennifer asked.
“Well, nobody can prove nothin’ about nothin,’ but a group of flashy out-of-towners rode in on the last train from Chicago that night, an’ left in the mornin.’ Folks in town said they saw lantern lights goin’ up the loggin’ road, and gunfire in the hollers…” Lee stared thoughtfully into the fireplace. “In a way, though, I guess you could say the Dethritches won out in the end. The mountain never yielded enough timber or coal to justify the expense. The companies that had fought so hard over the mountain–and even killed to keep it–all went bankrupt a few years later. This place was practically abandoned ‘til the national parks craze took off in the 1950’s. Some clever investors bought it off the bank for pennies…they built the cabins and lodge that we’re sittin’ in today.”
“But what does all that have to do with ‘old man Dethritch’ and his ‘dogs’?”
“Well, the mountain wasn’t completely left alone after all them companies closed down. The local men came up here to hunt, grandmothers collected fruit from the Dethritchs’ woodland orchards, and the teenagers…well, they came up here to do what teenagers do. But over the years, rumors began to trickle down about strange sightings in these woods. Some folks got to thinkin’ that maybe Amos Dethritch wasn’t really dead…or if he was, he was still around somehow.”
“You mean like a ghost?” I ventured.
“You call it what you want!” Lee prodded the dying embers. “I’m just tellin’ it how I heard it–and you wouldn’t believe some’a the tales the folks in town have about this mountain. Like ol’ Bruce Higgins, who came back from deer huntin’ all bitten an’ tore up, with his rifle missin.’ He said he’d been chased down the mountain by three snarlin’ shepherd dogs…just like those huge mastiffs found shot to death beside Amos. Miss Nellie Price said she saw the ol’ man himself, stalkin’ through the trees with a hundred-year-old hunting rifle an’ a sack of dead rabbits slung over his shoulder…” Lee rambled on; Jennifer tried to hide a smile.
“I’m sorry…” she chuckled. “It’s just…my dad was a hunter, and he used to see things in the woods too. Usually after his fifth beer. And my Great-Aunt Mildred was convinced she was hearing whispers in her walls…until my mother got rid of the bird’s nest in her chimney. The birdsong had been echoing in the pipes–it sounded like real human voices. My point is, there’s a snowball effect with stories like these. They live rent-free in the back of people’s minds, and when they see something they can’t explain, they just keep adding to them…”
“I’m not sayin’ you're wrong,” Lee grumbled. “I’ve never seen ol’ man Amos myself, an’ I’ve lived up here all my life. But I will say that there’s somethin’ off about this mountain. Maybe it goes all the way back to Jeb Dethritch, or even before that. Otherwise, how can you account for all the disappearances? Like the four high schoolers who went camping up here on a dare back in the 1970’s. Nothin’ was left of them but a trampled down tent an’ the soggy ashes of their fire…”
“Wasn’t there an investigation?” Zoe asked.
“Oh, sure there was. The police concluded that the girls had run away from home. Then when Terry Bannister an’ his nine-year-old son didn’t come back from their hikin’ trip, they blamed wolves. When a local artist’s car was found along a loggin’ road with spikes in the tires and the driver’s-side door hanging off of its hinges, they called it an ‘abandoned vehicle.’ They jus’ towed it back into town an’ didn’t even look for her. Don’tcha see where I’m goin’ with this? Ever since the loggin’ and minin’ dried up, tourism is the only thing keepin’ those little towns afloat. ‘The Ghost of Amos Dethritch and his Three Hell-Hounds’ makes for a fine local legend, but if the summer crowd ever found out about the real, horrible crimes that happen up on this mountain every year…it’d be the death of the whole industry.”
“I call bullshit!” Ned laughed. “This sounds an awful lot like a scary story that locals use to scare us wide-eyed out-of-towners with, am I right?”
“Call it what you want.” Lee shrugged again. “But I wouldn’t go outside ‘til the storm passes, if I were you.” He pulled on his boots and wrapped himself in his winter gear, so weathered and worn that it was all the same uniform tone of grayish-brown. “You kids got everything you need?” We nodded; he waved to us as he trudged out the door.
“Stay safe out there!” I called out too late. The only response was the rattling of the screen door and the howling of the wind–if it was the wind. I thought of the savage jaws of enormous mastiffs and shuddered.
We all slept beside the fireplace that night. Everyone had their own excuse: Ned claimed the rooms were too cold; Zoe said she wanted to have a slumber party; Jennifer had already fallen asleep in her chair. But I knew our real reason for keeping close to each other was that Lee’s tale had unnerved all of us more than we would have liked to admit. We craved the primal comforts of fire, warmth, and companionship. Before going to sleep, I dared to take a look out the frozen window, but all I could see was blackness. Too cold even for a ghost, I told myself with a chuckle, before stirring the fire and curling up in one of the lodge’s thick blankets. My dreams were haunted by worm-eaten faces in shallow graves and shadowy figures on desolate mountain paths; I woke before anyone else in the morning.
I’d always loved the peace of being awake while others slept; I took my time making my coffee and examining what the storm had done to the mountainside. The trees were bent, icy spikes stabbing into an ominous gray sky; at least a foot of snow covered the lodge patio. Frigid air blasted my face as I heaved open the sliding glass door and stepped out into the winter wonderland. Beautiful as it was, something more than the cold was bothering me; it took me a moment to fully realize what it was:
There were no footprints leading to the cabin where Lee was staying.
True, maybe the snow had filled them in–but no smoke rose from the chimney, either. Where had Lee gone? I was leaning out over the railing for a better view when I heard a low growl behind me.
I wasn’t alone on the patio.
Half-frozen drool hung from the mastiff’s gaping jaws; its hazel eyes burned with fury. Another, identical dog growled behind me–they were trying to cut off my escape! I bolted for the door and slid it shut just before a mouth as large as my face smashed into the glass, cracking it. The enormous dog lunged again, widening the spiderweb pattern on the glass. Barks and howls chilled my blood; my friends were waking, but not fast enough:
"Just a few more minutes…" Zoe mumbled while I shook her.
"Holy shit!" Ned screamed, pointing at the mastiff slamming itself into the glass.
"Get to the kitchen!" Jennifer grabbed the fire poker and waved us through before slamming the kitchen’s heavy wooden door. From outside, barks, snarls, shattering glass–
Heavy canine steps across the hardwood.
A long, mournful howl echoed through the cabin…and three sets of paws began scratching at the door. I wondered if the enormous dogs outside were calling to their master.
"Oh my god, oh my god…what the fuck is going on?!" Ned jabbed his finger at my chest like all this was all my fault.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Jennifer demanded.
“How should I know?!” I shouted back at Ned.
“I know what’s going on…” Zoe murmured. “Amos Dethritch. We’re on his mountain…and those are his dogs, just how Lee described them…”
Ghost dogs?!” Ned rolled his eyes, “come on.”
“That mastiff out there just smashed its head against a sliding glass door until it broke! Would you call that ‘normal’ dog behavior?! Listen!” Jennifer put her ear to the wooden door as it shook beneath the dogs’ attack. “They’re not just scratching the door…they’re gnawing on it. Those aren’t ordinary dogs. And speaking of Lee–where is he?”
“I…I don’t think he made it back last night.” I thought of the smokeless chimney and the untrammeled snow. The kindly old caretaker was probably lying beneath it with his throat ripped out. Amos had come for him at last. The door rattled on its hinges.
“We gotta find a way out of here. That door’s not gonna last much longer…” Jennifer whispered, unlatching the small window above the sink.
“Oh, sure! Great plan!” Ned rolled his eyes. “Let’s run through the woods in subzero temperatures in our pajamas! What could possibly go wrong?”
“What do you suggest, then?” Jennifer challenged. As much as I hated to admit it, Ned was right. Last night’s fire was dead, and its warmth was fading fast. If Amos and his dogs didn’t kill us, the cold would. Zoe was already struggling to keep herself from trembling. While the rest of us argued, she had been scrounging for supplies. She’d found a few cobwebby soup cans, three dull kitchen knives, an almost-empty box of matches…and a trapdoor.
It took all our strength to heave it open, and even then the light didn’t reach whatever waited at the bottom. One thing, however, was clear: we were running out of time. The timbers of the kitchen door splintered, treating us to a view of slobbering fangs. The rusty window frame screeched as Jennifer flung it open. I looked down at her bare feet.
“Jen, going out there is suicide!”
“I WILL NOT wait to die in some dark…fucking…HOLE! We gotta make a run for it!” Of course, I suddenly remembered, Jennifer had claustrophobia. That cellar must’ve looked like her worst nightmare.
“I know you’re scared–we all are! But–”
“But NOTHING! I’m going!” Jennifer wiped away her tears with her pajama sleeve and leapt down into the snow. Behind us, the dogs had almost broken through. Ned, Zoe, and I sprinted for the trapdoor and slammed it shut behind us. The mastiffs sniffed around and dug at the floor over our heads–
But only for a moment. A horrifically human whistle split the silent winter air outside, followed by a cruel command–
“SIC HER, BOYS!”
First came barks, then snarls–and Jennifer began to scream.
Maybe it was a blessing that we couldn’t see what was happening out among the frozen trees, but just hearing it was bad enough. I pressed my fists against my ears and shut my eyes tight against the awful ripping and gnawing, barely audible over Jennifer’s screams. When it was finally over, the chattering of our teeth felt like the only noise left in the world. I had forgotten how much the cold could physically hurt. With trembling fingers, Zoe struck a match.
We were in a low-ceilinged dirt cellar. Decades of cobwebs hung like hideous curtains above us, and generations of junk had been scattered carelessly across the uneven ground. We rummaged through it by matchlight, looking for something, anything, that we could use.
“Paydirt!” Ned shouted. He’d found a canvas sack full of moth-eaten wool blankets, leather boots, and parkas beneath a heap of snowshoes. We bundled up immediately, grateful for the warmth, but there was little else of value in the heaped rubbish around us…and we were running out of matches.
“This is weird…” Zoe nudged me. She’d found an old wooden chest full of century-old dresses, leather bags and belts, and a tiny silver locket. The cellar ceiling groaned with heavy footsteps; Zoe instinctively pocketed the locket and grabbed my arm.
“Now where’d the rest of you run off to…?” The voice above us was the same one that had sicced the mastiffs on Jennifer. There was something antiquated, gravelly, and wild about it–something that made me think of the unsettling tale of the Dethritch clan.
“Amos…” Zoe mouthed, pointing to the far side of the cellar. The crumbling stone wall faded into blackness, but as I crawled silently closer I could see what lay above: a coal chute. An escape. The footsteps overhead left the kitchen–I imagined they were heading upstairs to check the bedrooms. We had shoes and a way of keeping warm–even if they were filthy and fit badly. If we were going to try to slip out through the coal chute, it was now or never. Ned’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist as I struggled to push open the rusted chute cover.
“Are you crazy?!” he hissed. “Did you not hear what happened to Jen out there?!”
“Jen had a point, too…” I whispered. “Whoever…or whatever…is up there is bound to check down here eventually. Do you wanna be down here when that happens?”
“I’ll take my fucking chances!” Ned had found an ice ax in the heaps of junk, and held it with a white-knuckle grip. I realized that my loud-mouthed childhood friend was even more frightened than Zoe and I. To my surprise, Zoe’s cold hand slid into mine.
“Are you ready?” she asked. I nodded. “Come on, Ned…come with us. There won’t be another chance!”
“No way. I’m staying right here!” Ned shook his head. The last I saw of him was his pale, stunned face watching us scramble out into the winter sun. Zoe and I trudged through the snow, afraid to look back…afraid of what might be following. We kept our eyes away from the red patches in the white where Jennifer had met her end, aiming instead for a suspicious trail of footprints that led from the woods up to Dethritch Lodge: one large human and three dogs.
“Ghosts don’t leave footprints, do they?” Zoe murmured. I shook my head, wondering where this insane day would lead us. Zoe and I had barely entered the silence of the pine forest when we heard the gunshot: the BOOM of a shotgun blast.
Ned had been found.
Zoe grabbed my arm; I could feel her warmth through our improvised blanket-coats. It was what I’d dreamed of when I’d planned this vacation: alone with Zoe, holding her close in the winter woods…but my dream had turned into a nightmare. The triumphant baying of the dogs and a man’s maniac laughter carried to us by the wind confirmed what we already feared: our friend was dead. For a long minute we just held each other, listening to our thundering heartbeats: a reminder that we were still alive.
But for how long? The footprints in the snow seemed to follow a sort of game trail…just like the ones Lee said the Dethritches had used. A small creek ran alongside it. My feet were exhausted from slogging through the high snow, but we had to put more distance between us and pursuit. Right around the time I lost sensation in my feet, we rounded a corner and saw a slumped-over hut up ahead.
The footprints we’d been following seemed to originate there. I swallowed hard and looked back at the boulder-strewn mountainside behind us.
“Hide up there.” I told Zoe. “I’ll see if it’s safe.”
“I’ll come with you, this is no time to be a he–” she began.
“Listen. If it’s not safe, we’re both dead. This way, at least one of us makes it.”
“Are…are you sure?”
“If we don’t find warmth, food, and shelter, we’re dead anyway. I’ve got to see what’s in there, and if you–” Zoe shut me up with a strong hug.
“Let me go instead. I want you to keep watch for me.”
I didn’t like the idea at all, but I could see in Zoe’s eyes that her mind was made up. She left me with an extra blanket and the other supplies she’d dug out of the cellar; I set up a vantage point behind a boulder where I could see without being seen…or so I hoped. Now that the sun was setting and my sweat began to cool, I found myself rethinking what I’d said to Zoe. I’d intentionally exaggerated when I’d told her we’d die without shelter–or at least I’d thought so at the time. But as the pine tree shadows reached out for us like long fingers and the temperature dropped, I wasn’t so sure. I wondered if covering ourselves with dirt would keep us warm enough, or if I’d even be able to light a fire with my shaking hands. I fiddled nervously with the first thing I grabbed out of Zoe’s blanket: that weird silver locket. I realized it had a clasp: it was probably one of those necklaces that held pictures inside…
Down below, Zoe was a tiny black shape on the sagging steps of the hut. She pushed open the creaking door–
I was so concerned about what might come out of it that I’d forgotten to pay attention to the path below. I suddenly sensed a presence just a few feet away.
“You alright, son?” A voice muttered behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin before I recognized it: Lee! I could have laughed for joy. If anyone knew a safe way off of this mountain, it was him.
“We were attacked!” I gasped. “I know it sounds crazy, but I think Amos and his three dogs–”
“Shhh!” Lee rasped. “I seen’em on my way down here, but don’t you worry. Everythin’s gonna be alright now. Where’s the girl? Is she…?”
“You mean Zoe? She’s down there by the hut.”
“Good.” Lee whistled...and his voice changed. “SIC HER, BOYS!”
Three huge mastiffs bounded down the path toward the hut, barking loudly, and Lee stepped backward. He held an ancient shotgun in his hands. Only then did I look down at the open heart-shaped locket I held in my hands. The black-and-white photo on the right showed a kindly-looking woman named ALICE DETHRITCH, but the photo on the left was captioned AMOS DETHRITCH…and the face it showed was a familiar one indeed. It was staring back at me from behind the barrel of a gun.
“Amos…?” I gasped. The dogs circled the hut below, howling. Any minute now, they’d corner Zoe…
“Don’t tell me you believe in ghosts? I thought you city folk were supposed to be smart. Try this on for size: maybe Alice Dethritch survived the awful things those flashy out-of-towners did to her. Maybe she had a baby a few months later, a feral kid who raised himself after she died from her lingering injuries ten years later. Otherwise, who woulda buried her for those trappers to find? And maybe later, that kid grew up and decided he didn’t want the family name to die with him. Maybe he kidnapped one’a them high school girls who came up here in the 1970’s and used to her get himself an heir. Maybe that heir is standin’ here right now, pointin’ ol’ Amos’ rifle in the face of yet another trespasser…”
I lifted my hands slowly.
“Just…just don’t hurt Zoe…”
“Hurt her? No, I need her. I'm gonna breed myself an heir, the same way my father did, and raise him to carry on the fight 'til this mountain is ours again. After you four go missin,' even the tourism people won't be able to cover it up anymore–"
Lee Dethritch’s speech was cut short by the half rotten log that slammed into the side of his head. Zoe hit him two or three more times, but I doubt the blows were necessary. Lee Dethritch had met the fate of his ancestors, but I could hear his dogs baying below…from inside the hut.
“You alright?” Zoe asked.
“How did you–?” I wondered.
“That hut must be where he’s been living. It was dim…and filthy…but I saw a pile of rope right around the time I heard those dogs charging down the trail. I tied it to the front door knob and left it open just a crack, while I stood by the back door and waited for my moment. When those dogs charged in, I tugged the front door shut and slipped out the back. Dethritch’s dogs are trapped in there…for now.”
I remembered how quickly the three mastiffs had gnawed their way through the lodge’s kitchen door and shuddered. But would they even pursue us without Lee Dethritch urging them on?
We didn’t wait around to find out.
Night had fallen by the time we reached Dethritch Lodge; it felt like years had passed since we had fled the cellar that morning. Too emotionally and physically exhausted to talk much, Zoe and I distracted ourselves with simple tasks of survival: building a fire, heating water, gathering blankets, reinforcing the doors in case the dogs (or anything else) came back. It had been the longest day of my life, and I ended it curled up with Zoe in front of the Dethritch lodge fireplace.
By morning, the snow had melted; the unpaved, switchbacking road off of the Dethritchs’ mountain seemed just barely passable. Once we started driving, I realized just how much danger we were in: the back of my Corolla fishtailed around every turn, and twice the tires stuck in slushy mud and began to slide…toward the cliffs beside us.
When Zoe got out of the car to help me free it, I saw something that I still can’t explain. Maybe it was just a hallucination brought on by stress, but…
I’d swear I saw another Amos Dethritch look-alike watching us from the woods.
Was the mountain really haunted? Even worse, did Lee Dethritch have a brother?
When I looked again, they were gone.
I didn’t have any answer then, and I still don’t.
But I suggest you stay away from Dethritch Lodge.
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2023.03.20 17:28 JoeKikArsenal Psychology study results from a study I recruited for here last year!

Hi starcraft, I’m back bearing research findings!
TL;DR: I recruited for my PhD research here and promised the mods I’d come back with the results which you can check out here and here!
For those of you who don’t remember me, I’m a PhD candidate at the University of Toronto studying emotions and videogames. A while ago I recruited from this subreddit for one of my studies, and I promised the mods I would come back and post my findings. I’m also currently running another study to wrap up my dissertation work (for which you can fill out the eligibility screener here, and find out the finer details about below!). In my last study, I was looking at two different aspects of the affective experience of gamers; namely, tilt and dysregulated gaming (i.e., ‘videogame addiction’).
For tilt, I wanted to find out the relationship between people’s motives for gaming, their ability to regulate their emotions, and their tilt frequency. What I found was that both competitive gratification motives (i.e., playing games to improve your skill at the game) and mood management motives (i.e., playing games to improve your mood) both independently predicted tilt frequency. I also found that emotion dysregulation (i.e., the inability to regulate your emotions) was only found to play a significant moderating role in the relationship between competitive gratification motives and tilt frequency, but not mood motives and tilt frequency. What this suggests to me is that if you’re often fueled by competitive motives for gaming and find yourself tilting too frequently, one thing you might consider working on is your ability to reappraise performance failures as opportunities for improvement to help manage the negative emotional sting that sets off the cycle of tilt. That being said, this wasn’t an experimental study so we can’t infer the causal direction of any of these relationships. Thanks to your participation, I was able to present these findings at a sport psychology conference in Montreal (which you can check out here!).
On the topic of dysregulated gaming, I was interested to find out the role of emotion regulation as a protective buffer against videogame addiction. Most models/diagnostic criteria consider ‘mood management’ as either a core or peripheral component of videogame addiction – which also makes intuitive sense; if you play videogames to deal with your negative moods instead of addressing the actual cause of the negative mood, you’re gonna’ have a bad time. What I wanted to do here was take a more detailed look at emotion regulation abilities and how they relate to dysregulated gaming severity, while accounting for mood motives for gaming. What I found was that emotion regulation feedback responsiveness (i.e., your ability to monitor and adapt ongoing emotion-regulation strategies based on their current effectiveness) plays the largest protective role against problematic gaming both through its direct path to dysregulated gaming severity, and its indirect path through mood motives for gaming. Again, thanks to you fine folks being so generous with your time and participation, I was able to present these findings at a social psychology conference in Atlanta (which you can check out here!). I’m also currently working on writing up these findings for publication. Let me know if you’re interested in reading the full paper, and I can share it with you if/when it gets published!
All this to say, thank you all so much for taking the time to participate in my research – you’ve really helped carry me through grad school! I have one more study that I’m running to cap off my dissertation that I’m still recruiting for. For this one, I want to take a more detailed look at how moods and gaming relate to each other throughout the day. It involves downloading an app that pings you throughout the day to report your current mood, whether you’re playing videogames, and a few other questions. I know that’s a big ask, so I’m putting up $500 (CAD) in prizes for this one. Every time you answer one of the pings, you get an entry into the draw for 1 of 5 $100 gift cards to the platform of your choice. If you answer 80% or more of the pings, you get a bonus full-day’s-worth of entries in the draw. If you’re interested in participating, here’s the link to my eligibility screener survey. Also, please note that if you checked the box saying “Let me know about future research opportunities” in my previous study, you may have already received an email asking you to participate in this one!
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2023.03.20 17:28 Sceptic22 Been thinking about this for 6 years

I(M24) just found this subreddit yesterday(so idk if I'm a PIMO) and last night I've been devouring every post like I'm eating a bag of fresh popcorn. I didn't sleep just to read the whole elder *special secret* book.
I was born a JW, 5th generation, baptized at 15 (maybe, I don't remember the year lol). Was already struggling with porn and tried smoking, feeling quite disgusted at myself. All my school life was me trying to make friends and ppl bullying for not taking candy on their birthday, got beat and all the nice stuff. With this my behaviour only grew farther than what a JW's should be, as I was trying to fit in desperately.
All of highschool I was determined to never pursue higher education and jokingly wanted a KFC job(free wings baby). I got to do ending prayers at mid-week meetings and the mic work. Three events made me angry with the elders overall in that congregation. Two were pretty much them not understanding we were poor af and bad rashes when shaving (I can expand if interested).
As of the main one, I have a sister 9 years older, cool chill girl(19 at the time). Time came for her to graduate high school and decides to go to university away from home. Apparently this triggers a (f!ing) JC for my dad(elder, born JW) and gets booted, mom goes hysterical cuz they did him dirty, but I didn't understand anything until years later. Dad never wanted to tell me what happened exactly.
Now it's my time to graduate. Told Dad I don't want university. Dad shrugs and says ok. Sister comes home and speaks to me for 1 hour. I decide to go to university and live with her. Dad gets another JC and gets booted. I feel deeply guilty for this as he tells me there's an auto review into elders when someone from their fam pursues higher education. He didn't give details and that ruined me.
First year is when I already felt my mind was out of it, but thought the elders there were nice(lmao) and gave them another chance, even complained to one of them about the past experiences with elders and he seemed understanding. They even helped me get rid of the rash from shaving(thx).
Complained about doing everything right and not being allowed to join English congregation(I'm from somewhere else lol, Europe let's say) or appointed as MS. Elder put a nice spin to it and after some half assed grind from me(too busy partying and homework lol) the name me MS (1 year later).
I DO NOT KNOW what was in my head to say yes to that as at that point I had already committed the triple sin of having sex, having sex with a worldly woman, helping her cheat on her man(she didn't deserve you bro, but she was broken too). I knew that would lead down a path where the happiness of receiving the title would be shadowed by the great pain of losing it later on. Tried my best to do everything right. The first 2 years after this I could barely sleep, having the same nightmare over and over again of getting caught, my family being destroyed and me left alone. This led to me not sleeping very often + some weed to ease the pain.
At this point (was living with a guy who was studying the bible), I "decided" the pressure wasn't high enough so I got into a relationship with another girl. She knew nothing which made me live a true double life, having to lie to everyone about my whereabouts at all times. I wish I got caught, but my body was thinking on it's own always turning my face away at the last possible moment to not be seen by either an eldejw or gf/friends. I didn't want to tell her cuz I feared she would reject me just based on this religion. Fast forward we split, I find another girl(the one) and she randomly asks me if I'm from another religion. Panic, but I tell her yes and she didn't flee :o she still loved me which gave me some confidence back that people wouldn't just reject me based on my religion(that I wasn't even practicing).
And covid happens. At that point I decided the JWs were dead to me, no one gave a sh!t about me if I didn't reach out, not even the elders. My family were the only ones who mattered, even tho I knew I'd probably get shunned, I still love them and don't want them to suffer through that. All of covid I go silent on these Jboozlers while switching 2 places and having to mimic that I was still living at the first one lol. Finally when the CO comes (coincidentally he was on the latest JC for my father) and wants to see me I accept. They went with all the encouraging stuff, but I pressed with questions about my dad, how the home town elders treated me, how the current ones didn't give a shit about me until he came => classical non answers, I don't quite remember as he was deflecting all of them to be my father's personal business. I say "ok", leave the zoom meeting and then get woken up by 2 elders on a Sunday (during a meeting lmao) to tell me I got booted from MS, I say "ok". Later call family to give the news, rip.

--- DILEMMA ---
Apparently, I've been fading out without knowing it was a thing. The thing is I want out, I don't care, I just want to tell the truth, but I'm afraid mom won't take it well, she's already kinda old and in bad health, biggest fear is she'll die rapidly(maybe I'm delusional on this).
I would be of with fading out completely but mom is the kind of JW that won't let that happen. Talks with her are constantly about JW stuff, meetings, preaching, etc. Dad is kinda chill, talks about normal stuff with me and faintly slights a spiritual vage reference in there from time to time but nothing obvious/blatant (except for when I started questioning the behaviour of elders and JWs one night and he asked me if I still believe in Jehovah, had to lie... almost cried then and there). In the past years I prep'ed them for me getting DFed as I got more and more distant, not visiting and not talking to them very often.
My dilemma is that I can't fade out and can't DA... I don't see a way out.. tired of lying and going outside like a facial recognition AI that searches for familiar JW faces to hide from them..
tl/dr: Born JW, got higher education, exposed to the world, Satan got to me fast and I faded out, but mom won't let me go and I don't have the heart of breaking her's.
Thank you all for being here and showing me there's life after death as a JW
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2023.03.20 17:28 JoeKikArsenal Psychology study results from a study I recruited for here last year!

Hi AnimalCrossing, I’m back bearing research findings!
TL;DR: I recruited for my PhD research here and promised the mods I’d come back with the results which you can check out here and here!
For those of you who don’t remember me, I’m a PhD candidate at the University of Toronto studying emotions and videogames. A while ago I recruited from this subreddit for one of my studies, and I promised the mods I would come back and post my findings. I’m also currently running another study to wrap up my dissertation work (for which you can fill out the eligibility screener here, and find out the finer details about below!). In my last study, I was looking at two different aspects of the affective experience of gamers; namely, tilt and dysregulated gaming (i.e., ‘videogame addiction’).
For tilt, I wanted to find out the relationship between people’s motives for gaming, their ability to regulate their emotions, and their tilt frequency. What I found was that both competitive gratification motives (i.e., playing games to improve your skill at the game) and mood management motives (i.e., playing games to improve your mood) both independently predicted tilt frequency. I also found that emotion dysregulation (i.e., the inability to regulate your emotions) was only found to play a significant moderating role in the relationship between competitive gratification motives and tilt frequency, but not mood motives and tilt frequency. What this suggests to me is that if you’re often fueled by competitive motives for gaming and find yourself tilting too frequently, one thing you might consider working on is your ability to reappraise performance failures as opportunities for improvement to help manage the negative emotional sting that sets off the cycle of tilt. That being said, this wasn’t an experimental study so we can’t infer the causal direction of any of these relationships. Thanks to your participation, I was able to present these findings at a sport psychology conference in Montreal (which you can check out here!).
On the topic of dysregulated gaming, I was interested to find out the role of emotion regulation as a protective buffer against videogame addiction. Most models/diagnostic criteria consider ‘mood management’ as either a core or peripheral component of videogame addiction – which also makes intuitive sense; if you play videogames to deal with your negative moods instead of addressing the actual cause of the negative mood, you’re gonna’ have a bad time. What I wanted to do here was take a more detailed look at emotion regulation abilities and how they relate to dysregulated gaming severity, while accounting for mood motives for gaming. What I found was that emotion regulation feedback responsiveness (i.e., your ability to monitor and adapt ongoing emotion-regulation strategies based on their current effectiveness) plays the largest protective role against problematic gaming both through its direct path to dysregulated gaming severity, and its indirect path through mood motives for gaming. Again, thanks to you fine folks being so generous with your time and participation, I was able to present these findings at a social psychology conference in Atlanta (which you can check out here!). I’m also currently working on writing up these findings for publication. Let me know if you’re interested in reading the full paper, and I can share it with you if/when it gets published!
All this to say, thank you all so much for taking the time to participate in my research – you’ve really helped carry me through grad school! I have one more study that I’m running to cap off my dissertation that I’m still recruiting for. For this one, I want to take a more detailed look at how moods and gaming relate to each other throughout the day. It involves downloading an app that pings you throughout the day to report your current mood, whether you’re playing videogames, and a few other questions. I know that’s a big ask, so I’m putting up $500 (CAD) in prizes for this one. Every time you answer one of the pings, you get an entry into the draw for 1 of 5 $100 gift cards to the platform of your choice. If you answer 80% or more of the pings, you get a bonus full-day’s-worth of entries in the draw. If you’re interested in participating, here’s the link to my eligibility screener survey. Also, please note that if you checked the box saying “Let me know about future research opportunities” in my previous study, you may have already received an email asking you to participate in this one!
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2023.03.20 17:27 Dr_Apperpixion The Poolside

Rumours have been circulating in my hometown about a young girl who befriends teenagers with pools. She would become close to the family and then wait for the perfect moment to murder the entire family. She is calculated and cold. She waits until the right moment when the family is close to the pool, using the pool and then she would kill the entire family pool side leaving a literal pool of blood.
It started off as a story passed on among the people of my town, stories they would tell their kids, conversations they would have at work, discussion they would have during casual visits and so it goes.
The description has changed noticeably over the last year when it all started. Some would say it was a mere orphan child who No one knew that befriended the children at parks, others would say it was a grown woman who was hired as a nanny, some even said it was a ghost. Who knows.
The description was similar; it was always someone short with long blond hair.
They called her the poolside killer.
I work in the electronic repair field. Basically, I fix air-conditioners, swimming pool pumps, electric motors, TVs. Pretty much anything electronic I can fix. This means I get called often to go to someone's house to repair items.
There are a couple of families that see me more often as they like the service I provide so they always call me over the slightest repair job and I would go there and do it fast.
My whole world was rocked the day I was called to repair the electric fence of a family I am well familiar with; we had been working together for quite a few years now and they always called me to repair something. We will call them the O’Neal family for sake of protecting their identity or what is left of it.
This was the same month where the folks in town had been stirred up and left talking among themselves about the legend of the poolside killer.
I never really took this seriously, just like in all horror movies. No one thinks any of these things are real until it is too late. They rationalise until they can tell themselves the perfect lie in order to avoid these realities.
I was repairing the fence that Wednesday afternoon. It was quite a long day, a difficult job for a change and it took me all day to repair that fence. I had to take the whole wiring apart and redo it. The money was good, so I went with it.
The kids had come home from school, it was a boy who was in his early teens and a girl who was around the age of 8-10. Living with them in the house were Mrs O'Neal, she was in her 40's and Mr O'Neal was in his 50's. The mother of Mrs O'Neal was staying with them in the granny flat. She was quite old at the time already.
To continue my story, the daughter brought home a new friend. Surely you can see where this goes. The friend was a little girl, she was blond and looked to be around the age of 10-12.
The exact position I was at this moment was at the far end of the yard. The yard was sizeable, and I was at the far opposite end. From where I was standing, repairing the corner of the fence, I could see right across the yard to where the pool was located.
The pool was right outside a sliding door located at the back part of the house. The 2 openings were on the back corner where the gate is to the outside and the entrance from the sliding door. I could see through the gate from where I was working.
Another very true thing I didn't realise about horror movies is how we freeze up due to fear and can't look away or move. Despite what anyone could rationalise while not having been a witness.
I saw them all come out, seems like they wanted to have a swim. So, the entire family other than the granny was outside. They were taking pictures and getting ready to swim. I saw the friend stand closest to Mr O'Neal at the time and everything moved in slow motion after I noticed the small blade in her hand that she was hiding from everyone. I flinched as she repeatedly stabbed Mr O'Neal. I could almost feel the pain of her slicing Him. Her cutting is so fast. It happened so quick that No one knew what to do until it was too late. I must have blacked out a large portion of the event as the moment I remember I heard Mrs O'Neal screaming and running toward me.
I saw the little girl. Her eyes locked with mine, blood on her face. She started moving towards us.
Mrs O'Neal ran and so did I.
The little girl followed.
Mrs O'Neal found a place to hide in the house while the little girl seemed intent on hurting me. She followed me.
After seeing what she did to the others I didn't want to underestimate her and believe that I could just go and retrain her. No thank you, I want to live. So, I ran.
I don't know why I didn't just leave the yard. I assume it's because I really didn't want Mrs O'Neal to be murdered too. That's so hazy.
I ran to the other side of the house and jumped over the fence to hide in the little courtyard they had. I had just thought I outran her when I turned around and she was right behind me.
Everything went black.
I woke up in the hospital 72 hours later, confused and in pain. Apparently, I had barely made it alive. The little girl who had killed everyone hadn't known about the granny who was peacefully napping in the pool house. She heard the screams, called the police and was intercepted tight before mutilating me.
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2023.03.20 17:27 JoeKikArsenal Psychology study results from a study I recruited for here last year!

Hi Smite, I’m back bearing research findings!
TL;DR: I recruited for my PhD research here and promised the mods I’d come back with the results which you can check out here and here!
For those of you who don’t remember me, I’m a PhD candidate at the University of Toronto studying emotions and videogames. A while ago I recruited from this subreddit for one of my studies, and I promised the mods I would come back and post my findings. I’m also currently running another study to wrap up my dissertation work (for which you can fill out the eligibility screener here, and find out the finer details about below!). In my last study, I was looking at two different aspects of the affective experience of gamers; namely, tilt and dysregulated gaming (i.e., ‘videogame addiction’).
For tilt, I wanted to find out the relationship between people’s motives for gaming, their ability to regulate their emotions, and their tilt frequency. What I found was that both competitive gratification motives (i.e., playing games to improve your skill at the game) and mood management motives (i.e., playing games to improve your mood) both independently predicted tilt frequency. I also found that emotion dysregulation (i.e., the inability to regulate your emotions) was only found to play a significant moderating role in the relationship between competitive gratification motives and tilt frequency, but not mood motives and tilt frequency. What this suggests to me is that if you’re often fueled by competitive motives for gaming and find yourself tilting too frequently, one thing you might consider working on is your ability to reappraise performance failures as opportunities for improvement to help manage the negative emotional sting that sets off the cycle of tilt. That being said, this wasn’t an experimental study so we can’t infer the causal direction of any of these relationships. Thanks to your participation, I was able to present these findings at a sport psychology conference in Montreal (which you can check out here!).
On the topic of dysregulated gaming, I was interested to find out the role of emotion regulation as a protective buffer against videogame addiction. Most models/diagnostic criteria consider ‘mood management’ as either a core or peripheral component of videogame addiction – which also makes intuitive sense; if you play videogames to deal with your negative moods instead of addressing the actual cause of the negative mood, you’re gonna’ have a bad time. What I wanted to do here was take a more detailed look at emotion regulation abilities and how they relate to dysregulated gaming severity, while accounting for mood motives for gaming. What I found was that emotion regulation feedback responsiveness (i.e., your ability to monitor and adapt ongoing emotion-regulation strategies based on their current effectiveness) plays the largest protective role against problematic gaming both through its direct path to dysregulated gaming severity, and its indirect path through mood motives for gaming. Again, thanks to you fine folks being so generous with your time and participation, I was able to present these findings at a social psychology conference in Atlanta (which you can check out here!). I’m also currently working on writing up these findings for publication. Let me know if you’re interested in reading the full paper, and I can share it with you if/when it gets published!
All this to say, thank you all so much for taking the time to participate in my research – you’ve really helped carry me through grad school! I have one more study that I’m running to cap off my dissertation that I’m still recruiting for. For this one, I want to take a more detailed look at how moods and gaming relate to each other throughout the day. It involves downloading an app that pings you throughout the day to report your current mood, whether you’re playing videogames, and a few other questions. I know that’s a big ask, so I’m putting up $500 (CAD) in prizes for this one. Every time you answer one of the pings, you get an entry into the draw for 1 of 5 $100 gift cards to the platform of your choice. If you answer 80% or more of the pings, you get a bonus full-day’s-worth of entries in the draw. If you’re interested in participating, here’s the link to my eligibility screener survey. Also, please note that if you checked the box saying “Let me know about future research opportunities” in my previous study, you may have already received an email asking you to participate in this one!
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2023.03.20 17:26 DwightShrute007 My girlfriend (28F) wants me (27M) to disclose our relationship to our families by June this year else her family will force her into an arranged marriage.

Hello, this is my first post on this platform, please bare with me as I may not be able to put entire situation in words properly. I have been in lot of stess due to this and barely surviving.
I am a 27y old Male. My girlfriend is 28y old. We started dating almost a year back, we met through mutual friends. It wasn't even 3 months of dating that my girlfriend suggested we should live in together, so we did. Now it has been a year of this live in relationship. But from last couple of months her family is forcing her to get married. The situation worsened after her father's tragic demise (Oct 2022). It was a tragedy, she has been in trauma since. Now her mom, brother, uncles want her to get married as soon as possible.
She told me how bad and urgent this is (around Dec 2022) and I confessed her that it's just been a year of our relationship and I am not ready to be in that state of mind to get married. I asked her (in Dec) to give me 8, 10 months so I can get into that mindset.
And now her family has given her an ultimatum "tell us if you have someone in your life before June this year" . And this happened just last week. So now she wants to know whether I will talk to my parents about her before June or not. But to be honest I am still not able to think about marriage at this age, I need atleast a year or so.
I have only few days to make a decision Either, 1) Confess her that I can't tell my family about us in just 2,3 months and the outcome will be a disastrous breakup. As her family can't wait any longer.
2) give her the assurance that yes I will talk to my parents about us, she will do the same and get our families involved. But then it would be putting her before my own feelings.
I know the obvious and sensible path is the first one where I think about myself but I have a very strong bond with her (a year of live in does that to you) and I feel so terrible by just imagining what she will go through if I end this. I am in a dilemma, on one hand I do see a future with her but on other hand I don't want to get myself and my family into this marriage thing at this point of time.
And yes I did take a therapy session for this, as per the therapist I shall end this and move on but well my heart is in conflict.
Any suggestions, similar experiences are most welcomed. Thank you!
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2023.03.20 17:25 Diavolospancreas Dungeon creatures.

In 2019, ark mobile received the 2.0 update, massive update with a very interesting new feature, dungeons. It was then understood that they would be releasing new creatures to ark mobile through the dungeons as eerie creatures. It’s been almost 4 years since that update and, disappointingly, we’ve only got 5 new creatures that way. That seems.. a little annoying but it shouldn’t be a big deal…… if the creatures they released made up for it……
The five creatures we received where the following: Daedon Jerboa Megatherium Pegomastax Troodon
And for those who want to argue noctis, it’s just a reskinned unicorn that barely counts.
Daedon is decent. It’s healing ability is cool and it’s fun to mess around with, but that’s about it.
Megatherium is also not too bad…. On any other platform that isn’t mobile. There’s no broodmother that we can fight with it, and by the time your able to complete a dungeon and revive one, you’ll already have a therizino anyway.
The last 3 are just absolutely ridiculous. Troodons are one of the most hated creatures in ark. Taming them is HORRIBLY annoying, and they aren’t even that good once tamed. Pegos are really ugly, pretty useless, and annoying when wild, they’re pointless. And the jerboa is a whole problem by itself. It has NO use whatsoever, no storms for it to warn you about, it does nothing. It’s ONLY redeeming quality is it’s kinda cute.
The presence of the jerboa implies that the things they could’ve added weren’t restricted to just the island. 5 creatures. They could’ve picked WAY better creatures that where actually worth doing dungeons for, like thylacoleo, megalania, WYVERNS, Ovis, yuttyrannus, mantis, basilisk, rock drake, ravager, reaper, the list goes on and on and on.
At this point I wouldn’t even be surprised if they give us giant bee, jug bug, ichthyornis, and hyaenadon or something like that.
PLEASE WILDCARD GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.
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2023.03.20 17:25 JoeKikArsenal Psychology study results from a study I recruited for here last year!

Hi Tekken, I’m back bearing research findings!
TL;DR: I recruited for my PhD research here and promised the mods I’d come back with the results which you can check out here and here!
For those of you who don’t remember me, I’m a PhD candidate at the University of Toronto studying emotions and videogames. A while ago I recruited from this subreddit for one of my studies, and I promised the mods I would come back and post my findings. I’m also currently running another study to wrap up my dissertation work (for which you can fill out the eligibility screener here, and find out the finer details about below!). In my last study, I was looking at two different aspects of the affective experience of gamers; namely, tilt and dysregulated gaming (i.e., ‘videogame addiction’).
For tilt, I wanted to find out the relationship between people’s motives for gaming, their ability to regulate their emotions, and their tilt frequency. What I found was that both competitive gratification motives (i.e., playing games to improve your skill at the game) and mood management motives (i.e., playing games to improve your mood) both independently predicted tilt frequency. I also found that emotion dysregulation (i.e., the inability to regulate your emotions) was only found to play a significant moderating role in the relationship between competitive gratification motives and tilt frequency, but not mood motives and tilt frequency. What this suggests to me is that if you’re often fueled by competitive motives for gaming and find yourself tilting too frequently, one thing you might consider working on is your ability to reappraise performance failures as opportunities for improvement to help manage the negative emotional sting that sets off the cycle of tilt. That being said, this wasn’t an experimental study so we can’t infer the causal direction of any of these relationships. Thanks to your participation, I was able to present these findings at a sport psychology conference in Montreal (which you can check out here!).
On the topic of dysregulated gaming, I was interested to find out the role of emotion regulation as a protective buffer against videogame addiction. Most models/diagnostic criteria consider ‘mood management’ as either a core or peripheral component of videogame addiction – which also makes intuitive sense; if you play videogames to deal with your negative moods instead of addressing the actual cause of the negative mood, you’re gonna’ have a bad time. What I wanted to do here was take a more detailed look at emotion regulation abilities and how they relate to dysregulated gaming severity, while accounting for mood motives for gaming. What I found was that emotion regulation feedback responsiveness (i.e., your ability to monitor and adapt ongoing emotion-regulation strategies based on their current effectiveness) plays the largest protective role against problematic gaming both through its direct path to dysregulated gaming severity, and its indirect path through mood motives for gaming. Again, thanks to you fine folks being so generous with your time and participation, I was able to present these findings at a social psychology conference in Atlanta (which you can check out here!). I’m also currently working on writing up these findings for publication. Let me know if you’re interested in reading the full paper, and I can share it with you if/when it gets published!
All this to say, thank you all so much for taking the time to participate in my research – you’ve really helped carry me through grad school! I have one more study that I’m running to cap off my dissertation that I’m still recruiting for. For this one, I want to take a more detailed look at how moods and gaming relate to each other throughout the day. It involves downloading an app that pings you throughout the day to report your current mood, whether you’re playing videogames, and a few other questions. I know that’s a big ask, so I’m putting up $500 (CAD) in prizes for this one. Every time you answer one of the pings, you get an entry into the draw for 1 of 5 $100 gift cards to the platform of your choice. If you answer 80% or more of the pings, you get a bonus full-day’s-worth of entries in the draw. If you’re interested in participating, here’s the link to my eligibility screener survey. Also, please note that if you checked the box saying “Let me know about future research opportunities” in my previous study, you may have already received an email asking you to participate in this one!
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2023.03.20 17:25 AlbaneseGummies327 Martin Luther's Antisemitism

At the beginning of his career, Martin Luther was apparently sympathetic to Jewish resistance to the Catholic Church. However, he expected the Jews to convert to protestant Christianity; when they did not, he turned violently against them.
Luther used violent and vulgar language throughout his career. While we do not expect religious figures to use this sort of language in the modern world, but it was not uncommon in the early 16th century.
The following are excerpts from Luther’s work entitled The Jews & their Lies:
"I had made up my mind to write no more either about the Jews or against them. But since I learned that these miserable and accursed people do not cease to lure to themselves even us, that is, the Christians, I have published this little book (The Jews & their Lies), so that I might be found among those who opposed such poisonous activities of the Jews who warned the Christians to be on their guard against them. I would not have believed that a Christian could be duped by the Jews into taking their exile and wretchedness upon himself. However, the devil is the god of the world, and wherever God’s word is absent he has an easy task, not only with the weak but also with the strong. May God help us. Amen."
"He did not call them Abraham’s children, but a “brood of vipers” [Matt. 3:7]. Oh, that was too insulting for the noble blood and race of Israel, and they declared, “He has a demon’ [Matt 11:18]. Our Lord also calls them a “brood of vipers”; furthermore, in John 8 [:39,44] he states: “If you were Abraham’s children ye would do what Abraham did.... You are of your father the devil. It was intolerable to them to hear that they were not Abraham’s but the devil’s children, nor can they bear to hear this today."
"Therefore, the blind Jews are truly stupid fools..."
"Now just behold these miserable, blind, and senseless people ... their blindness and arrogance are as solid as an iron mountain."
"Learn from this, dear Christian, what you are doing if you permit the blind Jews to mislead you. Then the saying will truly apply, “When a blind man leads a blind man, both will fall into the pit” [cf. Luke 6:39]. You cannot learn anything from them except how to misunderstand the divine commandments..."
"Therefore be on your guard against the Jews, knowing that wherever they have their synagogues, nothing is found but a den of devils in which sheer self-glory, conceit, lies, blasphemy, and defaming of God and men are practiced most maliciously and veheming his eyes on them."
"Moreover, they are nothing but thieves and robbers who daily eat no morsel and wear no thread of clothing which they have not stolen and pilfered from us by means of their accursed usury. Thus, they live from day to day, together with wife and child, by theft and robbery, as arch thieves and robbers, in the most impenitent security."
"However, they have not acquired a perfect mastery of the art of lying; they lie so clumsily and ineptly that anyone who is just a little observant can easily detect it. But for us Christians they stand as a terrifying example of God’s wrath."
"If I had to refute all the other articles of the Jewish faith, I should be obliged to write against them as much and for as long a time as they have used for inventing their lies­­ that is, longer than two thousand years."
"...Christ and his word can hardly be recognized because of the great vermin of human ordinances. However, let this suffice for the time being on their lies against doctrine or faith."
"Did I not tell you earlier that a Jew is such a noble, precious jewel that God and all the angels dance when he farts?"
"...but then eject them forever from this country. For, as we have heard, God’s anger with them is so intense that gentle mercy will only tend to make them worse and worse, while sharp mercy will reform them but little. Therefore, in any case, away with them!"
"But what will happen even if we do burn down the Jews’ synagogues and forbid them publicly to praise God, to pray, to teach, to utter God’s name? They will still keep doing it in secret. If we know that they are doing this in secret, it is the same as if they were doing it publicly. for our knowledge of their secret doings and our toleration of them implies that they are not secret after all and thus our conscience is encumbered with it before God."
"First, that their synagogues be burned down, and that all who are able toss in sulfur and pitch; it would be good if someone could also throw in some hellfire. That would demonstrate to God our serious resolve and be evidence to all the world that it was in ignorance that we tolerated such houses, in which the Jews have reviled God, our dear Creator and Father, and his Son most shamefully up till now but that we have now given them their due reward."
And this is just the tip of the iceberg. There are many more from Martin Luther's written works.
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