I've had to decline, and block for good measure, multiple friend invites from men who I'd never seen before in my life in Steam. They have a completely different taste in games than I do, nothing in common with me, and I'm pretty sure they only try to add me because I have a female name in my profile and their friends list are full of profiles with female names too. Not to mention most of them have profiles full of weird hentai games, had to block one today whose most played game was a disgusting porn one where the characters had adult bodies but their faces looked like children's faces, not even anime style, straight up just looked like realistic children's faces. Receiving friend invites from these creepy fuckers is a regular occurrence now, and I know I'm not the only one because I see there are whole groups for these self-proclaimed "girl collectors". Seems I can't even exist in peace in gaming spaces as a girl

I got offered an extension in the form of a new contract after working 2 years at a gaming company as a junior but after looking at the offer I'm inclined to negotiate for a higher pay as I believe the offer given to me is below market value.
I've never really done negotiations in this sense in the tech industry and the only experience I have are these 2 years of working here so that might hurt how much leverage I have.
However, I feel like I've grown a lot in these 2 years as a developer and have upheld responsibilities that are higher than what's expected out of a junior.
I've also asked around in terms of my co-workers about their wages and it gives me even more belief that what I'm being offered is below market value.
How should I express this info during the negotiations? Is it OK to bring up other salaries for leverage? How else should I go about gaining more leverage? Are there other reliable sources I could use for salaries besides your typical public sources like Glassdoor?
I live in Ontario, Canada.

It's the worst feeling. My last relationship was 6 years ago, I'm a single dad now with full custody, but I've lost all my friends ever since. My ex wife was toxic, abusive and unfaithful. She broke me.
Ever since I've had no idea how to maintain relationships. I'm good looking, funny, every time I go on tinder and else I have good matches. But after a few dates I panic and mess things up, every single time. I'm also a bad friend, I made some online friends but I always end up ghosting them or not playing anymore. It's like I forgot how to be social.
Now I'm in this place where I'm fine with being alone, I don't have hookups anymore on tinder, I ghosted my sexfriend, but I still crave the human contact.
This is just a rant. I know I'm lucky, I have a son that I love more than anything, I have a successful job and I can hookup easily on tinder. But man, I still want that happy family of mine. You can be whoever you are surrounded by plenty of people, having a shit ton of chat request on reddit, but if you feel lonely, that's just how you are.

Hello! I'm 26 and from Sweden. I was once described as a marmite person - you either really like me, or you really dislike me.
I'm a university student with an interest in pop culture (movies, music, video games etc), houseplants, watercolour painting, and more! I'm looking for someone to shoot the shit with, send memes and just talk to. I would prefer it if you're up for VCing over discord, but it's fine if you're not :)
Feel free to stalk my profile and get in touch if you feel like we might get along :) please don't just write "hi", introduce yourself a bit!
(Anything flirty/pervy/creepy will earn you a block without warning)

It's been a long 21 years... it's been 6 years since I found help online, maybe about 3 or 4 since I found this subreddit. People keep telling me that life can change and I can be happy, I've read so many stories about abuse survivors recovering in their 20s. But what if they're just lucky? What if some people just don't get to have that freedom everyone told them they would have? What if it was all just a massive gaslight to get them to keep working for false promises? Every common and typical abuse story I've read always had a friend who kept the abused going, gave them emotional support and care and made them feel loved, made them feel cared for and whenever I try to open up I always get shunned by "what the hell do you expect me to do I'm not your therapist? lol" that "lol" always stings the most, it makes me regret ever trying to open up, but the logical side of me knows that if I keep all this repressed trauma inside I will not survive considering the mentally exhausted state I'm in right now. I've pushed myself too far and now I can't control my own emotions anymore, I know this isn't the best way to phrase this but I don't know a better way to articulate my thoughts.
Should I just accept that this is my life now and it can't be changed? I will never have a best friend to confide in and I'm destined (not sure about the right word here) to keep being that friend everyone confides in because I want to be liked/wanted by other people even if it is for the short amount of time that they want me for...
Should I accept that all this will never change?

I decided that all of my sewing stuff has to fit in my sewing room and no more bins - every thing has to fit into drawers (Ladybug here). It's a tiny room with an awkward dormer ceiling but it needs to be functional so that means enough space to accommodate my cabineted sewing machine, ironing board, and a (gate-leg) work table.
Tools were easy, I went through everything and kept the one I liked the best - even if that meant getting rid of the cool old vintage one :( But life's too short to dig through a drawer of multiples trying the find the one I want. Ditto hand sewing needles - I've been using the same needles in the same needle case for decades - if I lose one, I find it because I don't want it tearing up my furniture, scratching the floor, or stepping on it. And so many packages of sewing pins - what am I keeping them for (besides the pretty glass heads)?
But I dreaded going through my fabric stash. I've curated it so many times over the years - down to the "really good stuff" - but I still had bins and bins and bins of fabric.
It's actually been less painful than I expected. Sort of like when I went through my clothes closet. Any young or "skanky" fabric, gone. Any muddy colors, gone. Any colors that don't look good on me, gone. If I can't fit it into a capsule wardrobe, gone. Past-life fabric (so much suiting fabric), gone. Ridiculous fantasy-life fabric (all that thai silk), gone.
Even if I had a closet-full of Law and Order ADA power suits, I would never wear them. And I'm not planning to drive 3-5 hours to go to the Opera. And I missed my chance for tea with the Queen. Where we live now, a clean shirt is pretty much dressing up - a knit dress is almost prom-worthy. At this point, I'm more Steve Jobs, less Diane Von Fusterberg. And most of my sewing is home dec anymore.
But the devastating thing, despite my best efforts - most of the gorgeous raw silk I lugged back from Vietnam in 1996 (I had to buy a second suitcase and pay an overweight fee!) - huge patches of sun fading! Some of it is salvageable, but what a waste! And I'm sure there will be others, once I open up the yardage to photograph.
I called my friend who makes beautiful couture clothing and we talked about fabric stashes. We both have fabric squirreled away that we've had for decades - some of it inherited from our mothers! And we've both worked around faded fold lines, more than once.
We decided that unless we have an actual project planned, we're letting it go. If we've got something we really like - let's figure out something to do with it now! Even if that's just a TV cover (here's looking at you adorable ramen-bowl cat fabric).
It's better to spend a bit more on something "fresh" than lose something to time, sun, damp, mice, moths, etc. You can make (and use) something now that may deteriorate in however many years, or you can hold onto materials that still deteriorate in however many years and have to throw them out, unused.
Besides, most of the fabric, I didn't even remember I had it! Would I buy it again? No.

I don't want this to devolve into a doomer post, but honestly, I'm feeling kind of doom-centric.
To my knowledge, AMG has not communicated with the community about future plans for the game beyond a general statement about the intention of reprinting a few 1.0 products and a few "new" starter boxes containing old ships. These "intentions" have no corresponding release date, even release window, and at this point I'm thinking that it is beginning to be doubtful if they will be released.
In my community, 2.5 has utterly destroyed attendance. At my FLGS, we used to have 6-8 people showing up regularly on game nights with a much larger number cycling in and out depending on availability, now its down to the same 2-4 people clinging on. I know Adepticon's attendance appears to have significant number of players, but I have the hypothesis that a significant number of these are not regular players and are instead people revisiting the hobby because there's a concentration of players at the event. At our FLGS, we haven't had a new player even ask about the game since the 2.5 rules were released.
Mechanically, the game has ossified into a few rigid strategies for each faction. Recent releases injected some variety into the game, but the premade pilots without upgrade choices lack the kind of variety that is signature of the game. In addition, their pricing makes a good number of them hyper-efficient, making taking them almost necessary. Abilities that should have been made into upgrade cards, especially like Born for This, are really, really frustrating. Hotshots II was okay, in regards to variety, but since the meta is so mature, only a few pilots made the cut in terms of pricing efficiency.
The game desperately needs a shake-up to recover from chasing so many people away with the overambitious 2.5 update. If I had to speculate, the devs were told they got to have the budget for one last large update, so they rammed everything through at once.
AMG needs to admit that too much was changed too fast, and that they cannot force players to play a game "their way." There are far too many other games on the market (including a new game that they're making THAT WILL COMPETE WITH X-WING) that will cause players to just decide to leave.
In short, I think the game is basically on life support. If this was an MMO, it's the equivalent of the company saying they'll pay for the servers and collect subscriptions, but that's about it. If I was a FLGS, I'd be pissed at AMG for not supporting a game that is occupying a rather large section of inventory.
Is my sense about this wrong?

We sent our boy, Barry, for his final sleep on Sunday 19th March, Mother's Day (in the UK).
He was 9 years old, approaching 10 this summer. We adopted him on 6 June, 2018. Barry was my husband and I's first cat, in our first home together. We were so excited to finally be able to have a cat to call ours, rather than stealing strokes and cuddles from the neighbourhood cats.
Barry was FIV+. We'd never heard of it before, but we took a chance on him. He chose us when we went to the rescue centre, he wouldn't leave our side! For the majority of his life with us, you'd have no idea of this chronic illness.
He was so full of personality; he narrated everything he did, from running up the stairs, to jumping on the sofa. He was a chatterbox - even howling midway through eating his food, I like to think he was telling us how yummy it was. He loved cuddling up to us, sleeping with us, sticking his cheesy paws in our face to wake us up in the morning.
Barry developed asthma in 2020. We gave him an inhaler every day, along with a couple of tablets. He managed it so well, it wasn't ever a chore.
At the end of January, we moved house - we had so much excitement to bring him here. A bigger garden, more space for him. We couldn't wait for summer to lounge outside with him.
Three weeks after we moved in, Barry injured his claw, we don't know how. But it got nasty, infected and swollen. But it healed, with plenty of antibiotics and a sedation at the vets to clean it all up and biopsy the swelling. It all came back clear. Just needed lots of antibiotics.
Then, he started going off his biscuits, preferring wet food. Then he started going off that, becoming subdued when he was normally my shadow. We took him to the vet, where he cried at every touch, even just being moved out of his carrier. They kept him in for two nights, it was touch and go. Our vet said it looked like he had abnormally thickened intestines, mild/moderate pancreatitis, pneumonia, sore teeth and he'd lost weight. Basically, the FIV checklist. He had three sedations and investigative procedures/tests within 4 weeks.
We were so pleased he came home. It looked like he started to improve, albeit he was on increased doses of his tablets, more antibiotics, appetite stimulants, probiotics, you name it. All of which became harder and harder to administer, as he was turning certain foods down that made it easy to hide tablets in. We were desperate, spoon feeding him, sleeping on the sofa with him, loving him. But pieces of him came back, he slept with us a couple times, started eating a little more, tried stealing our food, was very affectionate.
Just when he had a check up with the vet last Friday, he started to decline again when we got home. Refusing food outright, eventually nibbling here and there. He was continuing to lose weight rapidly over the weekend. We tried pain relief as a last attempt, and he scoffed two tubs of food happily after. So it was clear he was uncomfortable.
On the Sunday morning, we sat with him and smothered him with love, while figuring out what to do. We could throw more money at treatment to find out what was wrong, or choose to to end his discomfort and free him of not knowing why he's unable to eat his food, despite wanting to, and having to force medicine down his throat, restraining him to do so. We questioned who's benefit the tests would be for, we knew it was ours, not his.
It was the most gut-wrenching, heartbreaking decision we made. And I feel so guilty it came to that. I know we've done him a kindness, and we were with him right til the very last heartbeat, but I wish there was a way I could fix it. I'd do anything, pay anything, give anything, to have him back home. It feels so empty here. I feel robbed of time with him. I don't even know what to do anymore.
Barry: I adored you. We adored you. You were our everything, our special boy, our purpose. And now we feel lost. Our house is quiet, the atmosphere has shifted. It was the worst pain ever gathering all your toys, houses, bowls, and your little inhaler together to pack away. I've never known a pain like it. My dear sweet boy, you will always have our whole hearts. Rest well, little piggy boy.
Thank you for reading.

This was, by far, the sleaziest place we’d stopped for supplies. At least while I’d been part of the crew. For all I knew, the upstanding little courier starship had visited some real dives under previous leadership, but Captain Sunlight was both respectable and smart.
I wondered whose idea it was to stop at this freewheeling anarchy market, set up on an asteroid that somebody had installed a gravity generator on. There was an atmosphere too, and a wide variety of stalls on this mile-long hunk of rock, but not much in the way of oversight.
I saw two different fistfights in progress among the other ships while we exited onto the landing pad.
“Okay,” announced Captain Sunlight, standing as tall as she could — which wasn’t much, lizardy little thing that she was, but she looked dignified — “Mimi, Blip, and Blop, come with me. Trrili, take one or two others with you. Anyone else object to staying to guard the ship?”
There was a hearty chorus of no’s. Zhee turned a faceted eye on the pair of bystanders walking a little too close, clicking his pincher arms at them until they scooted away. In the distance, something that looked like fireworks colored the sky.
A polite claw tapped my elbow.
“Want to come with?” asked Coals, the Heatseeker with dull red scales. He was both shorter and stockier than the captain, and more importantly, he was good friends with Trrili. “It’s a pretty interesting place; I’ve been here once before.”
“How safe is it?” I asked, wanting to be convinced. There were some bizarre things for sale in the stalls visible from here.
“Should be fine as long as we’re careful,” he said. “Especially with her around.” He lifted his chin towards the insectile horror that loomed over him.
Trrili loved looming. “Yessss,” she said. “Essspessssially with me.” She flexed her own pinchers, glossy black to Zhee’s purple, and chuckled darkly. The red patterns on her carapace were especially vivid in the light of the nearby sun.
I smiled. Trrili was terrifying, but she was our terrifying. “Sure. I’d love to come.”
Coals aimed a claw in the opposite direction of the one that Captain Sunlight was looking towards. “Pretty sure I saw some Earth animals for sale as we landed.”
“Oh, well why didn’t you say so?” I asked. “Lead the way!”
We checked in with the captain, promised to be careful, and were off. I had some interplanetary credits in my pocket that I didn’t really plan on spending, but it was good to be prepared.
I also had a mini stun gun in a different pocket.
This place was just as chaotic as I’d expected, like an alien farmer’s market with a distinct lowlife element. Here was a humanoid selling pottery that glowed; there was a tentacle alien selling food that moved; over there was a would-be pickpocket getting the tar beaten out of them by a large hairy whatsit. A hand appeared around the corner of another stall to grab a power cell and disappear.
I kept my own hands close to my pockets, wishing I’d worn something with zipper pouches.
“Ah,” said Trrili. “There is the media.” She didn’t bother hissing in normal conversation, but as she led us over to a booth lined with shelves and run by small individuals, I fully expected the intimidation to come out soon.
Just before we reached it, Coals rapped a knuckle on her foreleg. “Hey. We’ll be at the end of the row. See?” He pointed.
“Yessss,” Trrili agreed.
With a nod, Coals left her to her bargaining, and waved me onward. I was a little concerned about this, but the end of the row wasn’t far. We could yell for her to come charging over if need be.
“See those guys in the solar ponchos?” Coals asked. He didn’t need to point.
I squinted. “Hard not to.” The clothes that the two plant-like people wore weren’t as bright as the actual sun, but they sure were unpleasant to look at. The other shopkeepers were giving them some distance, leaving space between their little cart and the proper stalls. Aside from the eye-searing fashion, they had ropy green limbs and faces like rose blossoms that wanted to be mandibles. Fleshy maroon, sharptoothed mouth in the middle, at least half a dozen eyes scattered throughout. More than a little creepy.
“I was watching with the mag lens earlier,” Coals said. “With the classification setting. They’ve got the Earth animals.” He was watching my face as he said it.
The series of expressions that I went through were probably interesting to see as I got a proper look at what was on that cart.
Earth animals, yay! Which ones? Those look like fishbowls. But there’s no water inside, just … fur? Are those cats shoved in fishbowls??
I felt my face grow stony. “Coals,” I said. “Who do we report animal cruelty to around here?” One of the plant guys was waving a bowl around, shouting about potted predators. A passerby turned him down, and he yelled an insult after them.
“Uh, nobody.”
I watched the guy hold up a different one and say something about food paste squeezed in through the lid. When he flipped the cap to demonstrate, piteous mewling filtered out. “What about theft?” I asked.
“Also no.”
“Good,” I said, voice flat. “Go get Trrili, then help me steal these.”
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It took less convincing than I thought. Trrili already had her selection of media in a bag slung behind her, and she chuckled evilly. Coals cracked his knuckles and talked strategy. Then we went for it.
“Hello,” I said, approaching the sellers alone. “How many of these do you have?”
“Everything on this cart,” said the taller one with the bigger blossom head. “Limited supply, very valuable; get them before they’re gone.” He picked up a fishbowl full of gray fur, turning it like a fine art appreciator. A tiny face with big eyes peered out, meowing silently. Stars, these were kittens.
“You don’t have a source for more?” I asked, trying to sound unimpressed.
“These are very exotic, from a far away planet,” he said.
The shorter one bent to pull a big bowl from the bottom shelf of the cart. “Perhaps we can interest you in a larger model? It’s one of a kind.”
That’s the mother cat. Good. I straightened up. “I’ll take all of them,” I said. “Every one you have.”
The sleazy pair chortled and fawned and named a price that could have bought a single-seater spaceship.
I pulled out my tiny stun gun and aimed it at the tall one. “No. I’ll just be taking them.”
They of course laughed at me, and pulled out their own weapons, which Coals had spotted and identified through the holsters. These were also stun guns, but a bigger and more painful model that put mine to shame.
They weren’t, however, very effective on people with exoskeletons.
Trrili leapt out from behind the nearest stall, crossing the distance in a heartbeat of flashing black-and-red limbs, then reared up to stand over them with her pinchers flared, shrieking at earsplitting volume.
I’d already ducked to the side, so while they stumbled back and aimed, I got a great view of Coals jumping forward to grab their stupid ponchos and yank them off their feet.
One of them shot Trrili in the foreleg, making her hiss a little, but the other didn’t even manage that. And before I could use my little peashooter, Coals had tackled them and wrestled the guns from both. With an oversized stun gun in each hand, he got to his feet and aimed at the pair, just daring them to try something, like the tree-foot-tall badass he was.
“What did we do to you??” asked the tall one, rubbing his wrist but otherwise holding still.
“Yeah, how did we piss you off?” the smaller one demanded, eyes locked on Trrili.
I stepped forward with anger in my voice. “You didn’t offend either of them,” I said. “You offended me.” At their baffled silence, I continued. “Where did you get these animals? And what makes you think it’s okay to keep them contained like that?”
They both answered at once, and neither was terribly helpful. Some space trader somewhere. They didn’t even know where the cats were from.
“They’re from my planet,” I informed them. “And they should never be treated like this. Any human can tell you that.”
Their answer was just mumbling that sounded like “Yeah, okay.”
“Have you ever met a human before?” I asked, stepping closer. I leaned in. “My people eat things that look like you.”
They held very still, and didn’t object when Trrili pulled their cart away. Coals stepped back to follow, stun guns still aimed.
I put mine back in my pocket and gave them a final glare. “Do not try this again,” I said. “Or I will know.” I turned on my heel and followed Trrili, with Coals bringing up the rear. He kept the guns.
Shopkeepers and bystanders watched in curiosity, but none seemed particularly bothered by any of that. I heard what sounded distinctly like laughter. As we walked away, the hustle and bustle that had quieted a bit gradually resumed its normal volume.
I took the cart handle from Trrili. “Thank you both.”
Trrili chuckled. “My pleassurrrre.”
“Yeah, happy to help,” Coals said, moving up to walk alongside. He looked over the half dozen bowls that were rattling a bit, though I tried to pull the janky cart smoothly. “When you said you’d know…”
I held my chin up. “As far as they can tell, I will,” I said. “Any psychic abilities on the part of humans is for them to worry about.”
Coals laughed quietly and found the safety settings for the stun guns, saying nothing.
We got the cart into the ship without any objection from the crewmates we passed, though there was a fair amount of curiosity. Trrili and Coals stopped to tell the story in the lounge while I made a beeline for the medbay.
“I require use of your scanners,” I told Eggskin, who was understandably surprised. But at the sight of the cats, they wasted no time in bringing out everything required for a full checkup. I made sure to scan for contagion first, cart and all. I certainly didn’t trust those sleazeballs to be sanitary.
“All clear,” Eggskin said. They pulled gloves on over yellow-green scales. “Do we have spare carrying crates in the storage hold?”
“Oh, good point. We should put the family together.” I opened the door and leaned into the hallway. “Hey, Mur! Could you please bring a mid-size carrying crate? It’s urgent.”
Mur had been going a different direction, but he turned readily on dark blue tentacles with a “Sure thing.”
“Thank you!” I called after him.
He was back in no time with the crate, an ideal size for us to put Mama Cat into after her scan. She was dehydrated, but didn’t show any signs of having been in there long. Good. A bit of proper food and a reunion ought to be just the thing.
When we put the first kitten in with her, the purring was so loud it brought tears to my eyes. Eggskin and I wasted no time in checking the others. They were all okay. Not even any fleas.
I was talking with Eggskin about where to keep them for the time being when the door opened to let Captain Sunlight in. A curious crowd waited in the hall.
I stood at attention. “I’m not apologizing,” I said over the tiny kitten mews.
She shook her head. “No, I don’t expect you to. Are you hoping to keep them onboard, though?”
I shook my head. “I’m sure I can find a home for them at the next space station. Anywhere with a lot of humans, really. These are little cuties, and the mom didn’t even hiss at me, so she ought to raise them to be friendly.”
Captain Sunlight nodded. “All right, then. How about you keep them in your quarters as soon as they’re clear to leave the medical bay?”
“Yes, I was thinking that would be best,” I said. “I’ll just have to be careful opening the door. Maybe I can rig a net as a barrier that I can step over, to at least slow them down.”
“I’ll leave you to figure out how to keep them from roaming the halls,” she said. “Or the engine room, or the cockpit.”
“Yes. I will.”
She left it at that, and opened the door to shoo people away from the convalescing animals. The cart was already out there with the empty bowls and the food paste that would be going in the kitchen trash.
I saw Paint rummaging around the miscellaneous junk on the lowest shelf, which I hadn’t bothered to touch. Her orange tail straightened with excitement. “Hey, there’s money in here!”
I winced. Captain Sunlight gave me an unreadable look.
I felt bad about it, but then I looked down at the kittens tumbling over their mother, each getting licked in turn, and the feeling vanished.
“We can buy cat food with that,” I said.
The captain nodded. “Of course.” Then she sighed. “Mimi is going to be insufferable. First we find a replacement hoverbike after all, now this.”
A gruff voice called from down the hall, “Told you it was a good idea to stop there!”
I grinned. “The cats thank you!”
A toothpaste-green octopus head popped into the doorway. “Name one after me,” said Mimi, waving a tentacle.
I grinned wider. “I think that’s a great name for a cat.”
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The ongoing backstory of the main character from this book. More to come!
Cross-posted to Tumblr and HumansAreSpaceOrcs.

Hi Everyone!
I've had some strange symptoms for a few years I assumed to be anxiety or panic attacks. My psychologist didn't think much of these, and my Primary Care Provider did not think it was worth investigating further last time I asked.
I've been having these episodes a bit more frequently and my research led me here. I don't think I'm a 100% match for all the symptoms as everything I find about these seizures sounds much more intense than what I experience. Regardless, I wanted to get some opinions here to see if anyone would know more than me. My hope is to go back to my doctor with some more info for him to work with, to potentially help with a diagnosis of whatever this actually is. Still hoping its just anxiety.
For some medical context, I have chronic migraines as well as SVT Arrhythmia and GERD.
The episodes I have usually go like this:
I can be sitting around, playing games, watching TV, or even just driving. I will start to get a faint smell of smoke in my nose. My girlfriend and parents are unable to smell it. Its faint, not particularly unpleasant, but it is something smokey or dusty. Going outside seems to clear it up.
Sometimes I will have the faint smell of smoke for a few days before I get the next symptom. Most times it happens shortly after the smell of smoke is noticed. Other times there is no smell of smoke until after the "Deja Vu"
I begin to have a Deja Vu feeling, it feels surreal and like remembering a dream. Generally I feel like I am on the cusp of remembering what it is, but then the stymptoms escalate further.
I begin to get a strong burning feeling in my nose as the Deja Vu escalates. I keep trying to remember, I get closer to remembering the event or dream that set it off, but it feels very dream like and foggy.
Then a sense of existential dread kicks in. I become more anxious and begin to think about life, death, the concept of human conciousness itself. The feeling becomes overwhelming as my brain tries to comprehend nonexistence. The dream like deja vu feeling is still active at this point.
I then get a severe burning in my chest. My stomach starts to hurt. The existential dread feelings peaks.
Eventually it all comes down and I return to like nothing happened. These episodes usually last 5 - 15 minutes.
When investigating these symptoms, I mostly find references to Temporal Lobe Seizures. My main reason for thinking this might not be the case however is that I don't have most of the more intense symptoms. I do not lose control of bodily control, I do not lose conciousness, I can communicate clearly with my girlfriend the entire time to let her know what is happening, the episodes don't last that long, there are no audio or visual hallucinations. Outside of the burning sensation and smell, it largely feels like an intense Existential Dread and Anxiety. The Deja Vu I think is the reason I am being pointed to Frontal Lobe issues in my research.
Thank you to anyone who read all this. I'm hoping to get some thoughts as to whether anyone has experienced something similar, and if pushing my doctor for a referall to a neurologist would be worth it.

Here is my "Take to end all takes", a collection of my toughts put together.
Disclaimer: i'm a forever warden that has played since war 80 and my 'takes' will be influenced as such. I will try to be as unbiased as i can troughout but i can't promise that i'l be. Lastly i have autism, communication and translating my toughts and feelings into (written) words is hard for me. English also is not my native language. Please keep all of that in mind when you go trough these ^{(potentionaly shitty}) takes :P
Without further delay, here are my takes. They may be good, they may be shit, but here they are nonetheless.

Map Balance

For this i went to SIGIL to get their idea's and this bit turned out to be more an intervieuw than "takes". Unles put in a quote block, i'm paraphrasing the answer from multiple people;
Conclave Q1 "What would the general consensus be amongst the Colonials that makes it so broken?"
A1: The island itself is mostly fine. The biggest issue is that looking up at Conclave with bino's is hard/not possible as the camera clips trough the mountain isntead of staying over it, making spotting for artillery or mortars nigh impossible. This exacerbates the hight advantage the defenders have.
Solution: Pretty obvious, a good start would be to fix the camera when looking at things at higher elevation so it doesn't end up clipping trough the terrain. -------
Q2: Would or would you not agree that the Baths is the Colonial Conclave in terms of difficulty to assault. (Ignoring for a moment the previous discussed issue's with bino's at conclave). If not: why?
A2:

Baths is a 4 bridge battles to one island. The seaport is an advantage ofcourse and I would say it has advantages to the map design equivalent wich is Ulster Falls. The extra frontage that the multiple bridges give baths makes it a lott harder to defend pop wise. in Oarebreaker if you whant to attack conclave you have 1 line of attack (2 if encircled) while baths has 4 so the defenders will have to spread out a lott more to defend.

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Bulwark Q1: Bulwark versus mountains as defense/chokes?
A1: Mountains. More natural chokepoints = less player building = lower supply modifier in region.
We talked a lilte about this one. It basicly came down to the idea that the Bulwark is an all or nothing type of defense, plagued by "terrain unsuitable"that complicates building and cheesing 250mm over the Bulwark by extreme angling. While mountains provide a more "defense in depth".
Now here's my take on this. Even with that in mind the Bulwark provides a very strong anti partisan defense and fighting infront of it is frustrating as people can get into the bulwark from the south, but not the north. Getting past the Bulwark as an assaulting force from the north is very hard, but once you're trough, you're trough and the Colonials have litle in way of natural defenses to fall back too.
Meanwhile with mountains, they indeed provide for more choke points and allow for a defense in depth. Mountaints are impassible M-supp free walls making them increadibly strong, however, building along mountains tends to leave gaps that can be exploited because "terrain unsuitable" or "angle to steep". Since the north doesn't have a wall partisans can easily get trough by simply border hugging. There is also no garantee that devs won't remove mountaints and replace them with hills that can be fought upon and flanked from, but make building impossible/very hard. (just look at North star between saltbrook and Brakish). Such thing won't happen with the Bulwark.
Solution? Maybe? possibly?: Give wardens their own all or nothing barrier, Similar in function to the Bulwark, give Collies more natural chokes for more defense in depth? Sounds obvious, but is it feasable?
Starting positions
Q1: Do you consider the Logger-wisp and Duncan-prairy bazaar axis to be fair in context of starting positions? why (not)?
A1:

I dont have much experiance with the terain there so I dont realy have an opinion here. If I had to say anything about it offensively Loggerhead-Wisp is in a better position as it is harder to defend the open ground north of the bulwark in the first few hours.
Duncan-bazaar is better defensively as it has a think route you can attack it from. but generaly I would say that it is even
Lockheed/wisp that usualy acompany them in starting position are extreamly hard to take que makers.

Q2: Virtualy every war where the Duncan/logger axis was a thing as a start condition loggerhead and Wisp were generaly the first 2 subregions to fall. Would you agree that if Mercy's wish and Lockheed axis is in play simultaniously that Loggerhead is easier to logi cut than Fort Duncan?
A2:

Yea I wouldnt dispute that, lockheeds bridge connects directly to that logi road while mercy connects to the other side of the hex

The logger-wisp and Prairy-Duncan axis is a pet peeve of mine. But unles there are 2 more bridges leading into fort duncan or Prairy Bazaar and the Mercy's wish bridge leading to Westmarch instead of Tomb of the first, this will never by as symetric as it should be.
Solution: Its my opinion that the Mercy's wish bridge should lead to just north of Westmarch instead of Tomb.
Q1: What would be a better starting position in your opinion? Huskhollow and Jade green, and Terra/Scarp Blue. Or Jade and Scarp Green, but Terra and Huskhollow Blue?
A1:

That’s tough question tbh Husk is the bigger threat to jade from warden side, but scarp is also a huge boon if it’s taken early or starts green Since it’s the much harder push than Tera from husk

It was something radom i came up on the spot and i think its an intresting starting setup for Farranac coast. Devman, please consider giving this idea a chance.

Armoured takes

The gunners breastplates. they're rarely used, niche use cases and rather expensive. I propose the following: The gunners breastplates should provide complete inmunity against bleed from shrapnel. Its not a major buff, it will stay a niche item, but when used in the niche situations where you may consider one, it will be actualy usefull. Indirectly this will also take the sting out of bommastone spam for the Wardens a litle without nerfing the grenade itself.
Early war armour disrepancy and AC stuff.
I've spend too long on this so i'm going to combine my last takes into one and keep it realy short as my attention span is failing me. Early war there is a big disrepancy in available armour and that simply ain't fun.
Here is my solution in bullet point form:

1. Turn TAC into a proper 12.7mm tankette
2. Turn HAC into a T1 armour 40mm vehicle, to a T2 armoured 30mm vehicle.
3. Buff King Spire, let it be the Warden IST.
4. Buff Gallant, let it be a Sidegraded IST.
5. Introduce a midwar tech boosting the offroad speed of every AC.
6. Introduce a late war tech that boost the HP and armour of every AC.

The last 2 points should help give the AC's some niche relevancy.
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Thats it, no more takes or whatever. What was the point of all this? I dunno. I just felt the need to write all of this to get my own toughts sorted i supose.

Let's start with this person knows I'm happily married. I have an agent who handles a particular type of business I won't name so they don't find this post. The prices in this business fluctuate and some people are better at it than others. This one is very good at her business and has gotten me a great deal and is very thorough. I have worked with this person for over ten years. In the meantime she became divorced. In the last couple of years, there has been escalating uncomfortable messages and comments from her. Her affect has always been to use phrases like "honey" and sweety etc. But not creepily. Now it's creepy. She started the creepy escalation circa one year or 1.5 years ago by saying things like "I wish I were young again so people like you would be interested in me." Brushed many such statements off over a few months. One day in the last few months I got a photo out of the blue from her. Not racy or anything but captioned with "Don't I still look young!". That was kind of a turning point because she has started throwing things around on the phone like finding reasons to sneak in "i love you" and dialing up the honeys and sweeties to the max. Throwing in stuff like "you being a handsome young man" etc." When I would call her about a business matter she started saying things like "you only care about me when It's business! I've been so worried about you!". Within the last six months I made a lot of changes to this particular business and it required interacting with her more often.
It seems like it kind of got out of hand now because within the last month I finished tweaking that business to my liking and it is now settled for probably a couple of years at least. However, she has been messaging me and calling me every week since and trying to extend her involvement in my affairs beyond that business, it feels like more so she can just talk to me rather than for profit or something because there's not tons of money involved in this arrangement. Last time she called I asked her what business matter do you have and she struggled to find one. Now I'm getting texts asking about my well being and saying she's terrified something has happened to me.
I've been ignoring her since the last time we established there was no business matter to attend to and figured I would eventually wind up calling her with business and just brush all the weird off and say Ive been busy but she just left a very desperate sounding voicemail asking about my well-being again, which has brought me here.
Other than just keeping things business only, which is what I've tried to do, do you have any solutions for me? The easy thing to do would be swap her out for someone else on the business matters, but that is easier said than done and would likely cost me a not-huge-but-not-trivial amount of money. Should I be saying something? Having seen women in my life go through with this men, it usually results in escalation when they address it directly, and I'm trying to just keep things copacetic for the business matters. It's kind of feeling like I have to fire her or say something though.

Dear reader, I wish you the very best and thank you for simply taking the time to read my ramblings.(Disclaimer* - I know other people suffer more than me, this is not a post about wallowing in self-pity, I simply use this as an emotional outlet with the hope of perhaps finding someone to talk with)
I am a 26M and I have not been good at keeping contacts alive from my teenage years. The only friends i have left, I don't see very often because our daily lives are in the way. I know some of them love me but there is simply not that closeness that used to exist in my life when i was younger. Some of them also don't really seem to care all that much about me but perhaps that is simply my ego being hurt from feelings of loneliness thus it tries to emotionally process everything. I have my family but it is hard for me to be around my mother even though i love her and i know she loves me. Needless to say, i spent most days by myself or around co-workers so there is not a lot of emotional intimacy of any kind.
In terms of love, i have basically lost faith in finding it at this point. I have experienced it and am thankful for that. I am also not ungrateful for having experienced it in spite of the heartbreak. I know some people never get to feel the joy of it during their lifetime.If you dear reader, is someone who has never experienced it, i truly feel sympathy for you. No one deserves to go though life without feeling the liberation of mutual romantic love at least once in their life.
I digress. After my second breakup after High-school, i think something just broke in me. I feel like i have mainly gone through life simply just reacting in accordance with what has manifested itself at certain moments, but not feeling like i have had any power over most of it or to manifest anything i have sought after myself.After around 4 years of feeling unhappy, i decided it was time to try and open up again to find love in 2021. I met a girl but she was way too controlling and my feelings of separation anxiety at the time also messed everything up emotionally on my side even more. Luckily for me, i also knew how a good relationship was supposed to feel like, so i got out of it before it became too serious. I know you should never be in a relationship that is too one-sided. However, now i was back to being alone once more. This lasted a year until i tried Tinder in 2022.This led me to finding a person i actually felt treated me like an equal. The possibility of being in a relationship where neither one of us would want to change the other person was my biggest romantic fantasy at the time, since i felt like most relationships consisted of people always trying to change each-other, which i disliked the though of. However, even though i liked her it fell apart since I think we were simply too similar.
After all of this i have simply given up on it. I became really depressed as the days lacked any kind of emotional intimacy. However something amazing happened to me.My friend needed help with her two cats. She could not look after them herself for some months so i became their new caretaker from around September 2022 to January this year. I experienced it, what i had been lacking for so long. finally i felt emotional intimacy and the best part about pets is that they cannot betray you. I loved them like they were my own children, i now feel like i understand the love parents feel towards their offspring. I will strongly recommend to anyone dealing with loneliness to get cats or perhaps another pet.
However this joyful time was not to last either. Of course I don't have the cats anymore since they were never mine to keep, but something even worse happened. One of them died from a sickness recently. I feel so heartbroken like it all just is empty now. I looked around my apartment after they left always thinking of how they used to run around and play/sleep.
If someone wants to talk i would be glad. I feel like i have learned to live without the need to feel a lot of closeness with anyone but lately i just feel like simply talking with someone about simply anything could be nice.
No matter who you are I wish you the best and if you also are going through a hard time i hope it will pass swiftly.

This was, by far, the sleaziest place we’d stopped for supplies. At least while I’d been part of the crew. For all I knew, the upstanding little courier starship had visited some real dives under previous leadership, but Captain Sunlight was both respectable and smart.
I wondered whose idea it was to stop at this freewheeling anarchy market, set up on an asteroid that somebody had installed a gravity generator on. There was an atmosphere too, and a wide variety of stalls on this mile-long hunk of rock, but not much in the way of oversight.
I saw two different fistfights in progress among the other ships while we exited onto the landing pad.
“Okay,” announced Captain Sunlight, standing as tall as she could — which wasn’t much, lizardy little thing that she was, but she looked dignified — “Mimi, Blip, and Blop, come with me. Trrili, take one or two others with you. Anyone else object to staying to guard the ship?”
There was a hearty chorus of no’s. Zhee turned a faceted eye on the pair of bystanders walking a little too close, clicking his pincher arms at them until they scooted away. In the distance, something that looked like fireworks colored the sky.
A polite claw tapped my elbow.
“Want to come with?” asked Coals, the Heatseeker with dull red scales. He was both shorter and stockier than the captain, and more importantly, he was good friends with Trrili. “It’s a pretty interesting place; I’ve been here once before.”
“How safe is it?” I asked, wanting to be convinced. There were some bizarre things for sale in the stalls visible from here.
“Should be fine as long as we’re careful,” he said. “Especially with her around.” He lifted his chin towards the insectile horror that loomed over him.
Trrili loved looming. “Yessss,” she said. “Essspessssially with me.” She flexed her own pinchers, glossy black to Zhee’s purple, and chuckled darkly. The red patterns on her carapace were especially vivid in the light of the nearby sun.
I smiled. Trrili was terrifying, but she was our terrifying. “Sure. I’d love to come.”
Coals aimed a claw in the opposite direction of the one that Captain Sunlight was looking towards. “Pretty sure I saw some Earth animals for sale as we landed.”
“Oh, well why didn’t you say so?” I asked. “Lead the way!”
We checked in with the captain, promised to be careful, and were off. I had some interplanetary credits in my pocket that I didn’t really plan on spending, but it was good to be prepared.
I also had a mini stun gun in a different pocket.
This place was just as chaotic as I’d expected, like an alien farmer’s market with a distinct lowlife element. Here was a humanoid selling pottery that glowed; there was a tentacle alien selling food that moved; over there was a would-be pickpocket getting the tar beaten out of them by a large hairy whatsit. A hand appeared around the corner of another stall to grab a power cell and disappear.
I kept my own hands close to my pockets, wishing I’d worn something with zipper pouches.
“Ah,” said Trrili. “There is the media.” She didn’t bother hissing in normal conversation, but as she led us over to a booth lined with shelves and run by small individuals, I fully expected the intimidation to come out soon.
Just before we reached it, Coals rapped a knuckle on her foreleg. “Hey. We’ll be at the end of the row. See?” He pointed.
“Yessss,” Trrili agreed.
With a nod, Coals left her to her bargaining, and waved me onward. I was a little concerned about this, but the end of the row wasn’t far. We could yell for her to come charging over if need be.
“See those guys in the solar ponchos?” Coals asked. He didn’t need to point.
I squinted. “Hard not to.” The clothes that the two plant-like people wore weren’t as bright as the actual sun, but they sure were unpleasant to look at. The other shopkeepers were giving them some distance, leaving space between their little cart and the proper stalls. Aside from the eye-searing fashion, they had ropy green limbs and faces like rose blossoms that wanted to be mandibles. Fleshy maroon, sharptoothed mouth in the middle, at least half a dozen eyes scattered throughout. More than a little creepy.
“I was watching with the mag lens earlier,” Coals said. “With the classification setting. They’ve got the Earth animals.” He was watching my face as he said it.
The series of expressions that I went through were probably interesting to see as I got a proper look at what was on that cart.
Earth animals, yay! Which ones? Those look like fishbowls. But there’s no water inside, just … fur? Are those cats shoved in fishbowls??
I felt my face grow stony. “Coals,” I said. “Who do we report animal cruelty to around here?” One of the plant guys was waving a bowl around, shouting about potted predators. A passerby turned him down, and he yelled an insult after them.
“Uh, nobody.”
I watched the guy hold up a different one and say something about food paste squeezed in through the lid. When he flipped the cap to demonstrate, piteous mewling filtered out. “What about theft?” I asked.
“Also no.”
“Good,” I said, voice flat. “Go get Trrili, then help me steal these.”
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It took less convincing than I thought. Trrili already had her selection of media in a bag slung behind her, and she chuckled evilly. Coals cracked his knuckles and talked strategy. Then we went for it.
“Hello,” I said, approaching the sellers alone. “How many of these do you have?”
“Everything on this cart,” said the taller one with the bigger blossom head. “Limited supply, very valuable; get them before they’re gone.” He picked up a fishbowl full of gray fur, turning it like a fine art appreciator. A tiny face with big eyes peered out, meowing silently. Stars, these were kittens.
“You don’t have a source for more?” I asked, trying to sound unimpressed.
“These are very exotic, from a far away planet,” he said.
The shorter one bent to pull a big bowl from the bottom shelf of the cart. “Perhaps we can interest you in a larger model? It’s one of a kind.”
That’s the mother cat. Good. I straightened up. “I’ll take all of them,” I said. “Every one you have.”
The sleazy pair chortled and fawned and named a price that could have bought a single-seater spaceship.
I pulled out my tiny stun gun and aimed it at the tall one. “No. I’ll just be taking them.”
They of course laughed at me, and pulled out their own weapons, which Coals had spotted and identified through the holsters. These were also stun guns, but a bigger and more painful model that put mine to shame.
They weren’t, however, very effective on people with exoskeletons.
Trrili leapt out from behind the nearest stall, crossing the distance in a heartbeat of flashing black-and-red limbs, then reared up to stand over them with her pinchers flared, shrieking at earsplitting volume.
I’d already ducked to the side, so while they stumbled back and aimed, I got a great view of Coals jumping forward to grab their stupid ponchos and yank them off their feet.
One of them shot Trrili in the foreleg, making her hiss a little, but the other didn’t even manage that. And before I could use my little peashooter, Coals had tackled them and wrestled the guns from both. With an oversized stun gun in each hand, he got to his feet and aimed at the pair, just daring them to try something, like the tree-foot-tall badass he was.
“What did we do to you??” asked the tall one, rubbing his wrist but otherwise holding still.
“Yeah, how did we piss you off?” the smaller one demanded, eyes locked on Trrili.
I stepped forward with anger in my voice. “You didn’t offend either of them,” I said. “You offended me.” At their baffled silence, I continued. “Where did you get these animals? And what makes you think it’s okay to keep them contained like that?”
They both answered at once, and neither was terribly helpful. Some space trader somewhere. They didn’t even know where the cats were from.
“They’re from my planet,” I informed them. “And they should never be treated like this. Any human can tell you that.”
Their answer was just mumbling that sounded like “Yeah, okay.”
“Have you ever met a human before?” I asked, stepping closer. I leaned in. “My people eat things that look like you.”
They held very still, and didn’t object when Trrili pulled their cart away. Coals stepped back to follow, stun guns still aimed.
I put mine back in my pocket and gave them a final glare. “Do not try this again,” I said. “Or I will know.” I turned on my heel and followed Trrili, with Coals bringing up the rear. He kept the guns.
Shopkeepers and bystanders watched in curiosity, but none seemed particularly bothered by any of that. I heard what sounded distinctly like laughter. As we walked away, the hustle and bustle that had quieted a bit gradually resumed its normal volume.
I took the cart handle from Trrili. “Thank you both.”
Trrili chuckled. “My pleassurrrre.”
“Yeah, happy to help,” Coals said, moving up to walk alongside. He looked over the half dozen bowls that were rattling a bit, though I tried to pull the janky cart smoothly. “When you said you’d know…”
I held my chin up. “As far as they can tell, I will,” I said. “Any psychic abilities on the part of humans is for them to worry about.”
Coals laughed quietly and found the safety settings for the stun guns, saying nothing.
We got the cart into the ship without any objection from the crewmates we passed, though there was a fair amount of curiosity. Trrili and Coals stopped to tell the story in the lounge while I made a beeline for the medbay.
“I require use of your scanners,” I told Eggskin, who was understandably surprised. But at the sight of the cats, they wasted no time in bringing out everything required for a full checkup. I made sure to scan for contagion first, cart and all. I certainly didn’t trust those sleazeballs to be sanitary.
“All clear,” Eggskin said. They pulled gloves on over yellow-green scales. “Do we have spare carrying crates in the storage hold?”
“Oh, good point. We should put the family together.” I opened the door and leaned into the hallway. “Hey, Mur! Could you please bring a mid-size carrying crate? It’s urgent.”
Mur had been going a different direction, but he turned readily on dark blue tentacles with a “Sure thing.”
“Thank you!” I called after him.
He was back in no time with the crate, an ideal size for us to put Mama Cat into after her scan. She was dehydrated, but didn’t show any signs of having been in there long. Good. A bit of proper food and a reunion ought to be just the thing.
When we put the first kitten in with her, the purring was so loud it brought tears to my eyes. Eggskin and I wasted no time in checking the others. They were all okay. Not even any fleas.
I was talking with Eggskin about where to keep them for the time being when the door opened to let Captain Sunlight in. A curious crowd waited in the hall.
I stood at attention. “I’m not apologizing,” I said over the tiny kitten mews.
She shook her head. “No, I don’t expect you to. Are you hoping to keep them onboard, though?”
I shook my head. “I’m sure I can find a home for them at the next space station. Anywhere with a lot of humans, really. These are little cuties, and the mom didn’t even hiss at me, so she ought to raise them to be friendly.”
Captain Sunlight nodded. “All right, then. How about you keep them in your quarters as soon as they’re clear to leave the medical bay?”
“Yes, I was thinking that would be best,” I said. “I’ll just have to be careful opening the door. Maybe I can rig a net as a barrier that I can step over, to at least slow them down.”
“I’ll leave you to figure out how to keep them from roaming the halls,” she said. “Or the engine room, or the cockpit.”
“Yes. I will.”
She left it at that, and opened the door to shoo people away from the convalescing animals. The cart was already out there with the empty bowls and the food paste that would be going in the kitchen trash.
I saw Paint rummaging around the miscellaneous junk on the lowest shelf, which I hadn’t bothered to touch. Her orange tail straightened with excitement. “Hey, there’s money in here!”
I winced. Captain Sunlight gave me an unreadable look.
I felt bad about it, but then I looked down at the kittens tumbling over their mother, each getting licked in turn, and the feeling vanished.
“We can buy cat food with that,” I said.
The captain nodded. “Of course.” Then she sighed. “Mimi is going to be insufferable. First we find a replacement hoverbike after all, now this.”
A gruff voice called from down the hall, “Told you it was a good idea to stop there!”
I grinned. “The cats thank you!”
A toothpaste-green octopus head popped into the doorway. “Name one after me,” said Mimi, waving a tentacle.
I grinned wider. “I think that’s a great name for a cat.”
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The ongoing backstory of the main character from this book. More to come!
Cross-posted to Tumblr and HFY.

Hey all. Not too sure what I intend from this post... I guess I just want to draw on people's strength to bolster mine whilst it's faltering.
If you look through my post history you'll see my story. I'm currently in safe accommodation but I'm struggling with the fact I have nothing. I'm nearing the end of my essentials, gas went awhile back and electric soon to follow.
I know I've done the right thing, but being this poor and needy for the first time since childhood is really bringing me down. I don't know. I just need some cheering up. I can't get any help from the local charities so I've got to sit on my hands and struggle on until next week :/
Thanks for letting me have a moan xx

Let not judge her at her weight or look, but she like to act and think that she's those Yt beauty vlogger and pretty life-style vlogger, so let discuss about her like those "skinny" girls she's trying to be like. She's doing a lot of haul and shopping, but most of the clothes she bought she never wear or barely wear. Her style is questionable, Crystal's era is emo edgy teengirl wannabe, Dusty era is gramma style I actually don't hate Beck's era fashion because I think most of the dress is pretty and I would wear. Now is sassy early 20 Beverly Hills girl in the early 2000 style? I know Torrid clothes can be weirdly design but if she got fashion sense of her own she can choose not to buy those childish shirts with weird writing on it, the same way we choose not to buy clothes that we don't like? Gorl wearing the same "I'm bored" shirt and a few other repeatedly, as well as the red and green long sleeve since Eric and Ricky era . What about all the other clothes she buy? Where are they? Is she not wearing them because they're not fit or she just buy them for fun? I won't come at her for hoarding earings, but she claims she love chokers, and she wearing the same choker everyday? What about the variety, her chokera collection? Not the same cheap one? Gorl claim she loves makeup and buy so many make up, and those boxs that she get with trial makeup. Her foundation never match, and the way she applied foundation make me scream. She only try something different once In a while to convince us that she's not wasting money on hoarding make up. Last but not least, she never wash her face with cleanser , she even sleep in her makeup, and put hair product on her face. But she never buy face cleanser nor clean her face. My rant is over 😂 but at least we have something else to discuss beside her nasty personality and health.

Online media is melting the attention spans of people , me included to an extent, which has somehow put into peoples' heads the idea that they don't like reading books. There's a book out there for every hobby, interest, religion, culture etc. so there's no possible way they can't like books. You can pirate 99% of them for free online as well.
There was even someone on a UK student subreddit claiming books were useless compared to educational YouTube videos. I understand the argument but if you want deep knowledge of a topic, books are the way to go.
It's horrifying that this is the general consensus amongst kids nowadays. I don't wanna seem like a grumpy old man but some of these kids are genuinely doomed. It's a good thing that we have schools to force them to read books. If my future kids don't grow up to be bookworms, I've failed.

Hi everyone, I'm a 28 yr old AFAB nonbinary individual that is in love with one of their close friends. It's been years.
For context, said friend is a 31 yr old female who is taken already but in a open relationship (but not poly). We hook up and get intimate in general/have a close relationship but obviously I would never try to get inbetween her and her boyfriend. Her boyfriend is a close friend too just not as close, him and I hooked up in the past a few times too. They are essentially my best friends.
I think I've realized that she would never date me romantically even if she was available or maybe she would but she isn't acting on those feelings because she's taken. I'll never know. But I do know I'm in love with her and feel sad/depressed often about the situation.
When we hook up I feel this spark that isn't there with others. I feel happy and close to her. We haven't hooked up in a while because of being busy and whatnot but we're both anxious folks so that sometimes creates a kind of...chase game or something, if that makes sense. I asked if she was still interested and she made it super clear that she is. Her boyfriend is kind of asexual so they haven't had penetrative sex in years or been intimate in that sense much.
I guess I just don't know what to do. We live so close and hang out a lot and I can't seem to get over her. A part of me doesn't want to but I know this is making me depressed.

I used to be a cheerful child I liked to play and have fun I like going outside and getting to know people but these days all I do is cry I can't even breathe correctly nothing seems the same since i became a teenager my family stopped looking my way . Well actually they never looked my way I grew up by myself I used to flex with that but now I relised it's not fun nor good . Now I can't control my emotions I am an overthinker. I'm just depressed I tell them all the time I don't feel good but they don't even care I need a therapist. If I continue like that I won't even exist in 2 years

Ethical Anarchy
Every 1 million years, we vote on whether or not to keep Ethical Anarchy as a system.
Ethical Anarchy is a system based on the individual adoption of law. The only ground political contracs are the no killing, destruction or attempted destruction contracts, nor claiming ownership of the property except Simeon. A final ground ethical contract states that penalties for all crimes may be taken in blindness, pain, time or money. Simeon is immune.
Before, countries operated based off violence and war. Now they use money, lotteries and anti money to get better results. People had no real influence over the state. Even in democracies, the wisdom of the crowd was lost to bad education.
Ethical Anarchy has rules that distinguish it from old governments.
Law is individually adopted and enforced nonviolently.
People individually adopt laws that only apply to acts done against their person or property.
The "government" only has the power to keep you off of public property, not kill you. It has jurisdiction over the environment and streets. Any law enforced with prison, fines or anything else must be approved by a majority of the public in a referendum via ethical contract. There is no death penalty for anything other than murder, and that is decided individually or locally per star system, where life in hell or death are options in the death penalty referenda.
There is a judicial anarchy and rules for trials and appeals. Anyone can serve as a justice elector, but only has as much judicial power to share as people who vote for them. It takes a minimum of four votes to become a judicial elector, however a new ethical contract may decide. To have a trial, determine the size of judicial pool and how many judges you want. Judges are randomly selected from the drawn jurisdiction pool. Both victim and defendant pick half the applicable districts and can strike one of the other’s. They must also select a common language for the trial, if not then the language spoken by the most people on that planet will be chosen automatically.
Judges are rated by both the public and official rating services, or collections of rating services elected by the public that have a higher vote rate. Victim and defendant both rate judges after the trial. Highest rating judges are automatically selected. Appeals require you to bring in more judges.
There shall be one judge seat per 10,000 people judges serve a 10 year term. Each judge elected during phase 1 gets 1000 judicial points per vote they receive and bids on available judicial seats. Alternately, they can vote directly for candidates to fill each seat and use approval voting.
Good vs. Evil is replaced with left vs right as a main dichotomy and driving force in society.
Law enforced via warrant contracts.
All have authority to act in situations that require someone to act when they can
Land points used as money.
No force, just subvention as a means to enforce laws.
No destruction or death for anything other than murder, trespassing, breaking of ethical contracts and violating the bill of rights. This list may not expand without the 7/8ths consent of congress and the public in a referendum.
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Media and Education Funding would be done via congressional grant with the president possessing a line-item veto.
Economy, Land Ownership and Integration.
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All must work or go to school. Distributaries fund schools and set standards for payment for taking different subjects or completing assignments. Individuals in space get paid to go to school, and must use this money to pay for entertainment , food and gaming access. The more and better assignments you do , harder classes you take or tutoring you complete, and better grades you get, the more money you earn.
Money must be used by all to pay land taxes, food taxes, and identity theft and reputation damages insurance among other things.
Licenses to sell food, access or traverse a bounded area, peak, trade, warp, park, live in a home, eat in space cost money, and must be paid each time a service is used. There shall be at least two licenses to sell food issued per star system, and all must be distributed via auction. The final number of food licenses must be determined by outlawry congress, and limited to no more than 90% of the population. Transferable eating licenses are to be sold by multiple providers in packs of 50, with each 50-pack being auctioned off.
Money may also be earned by interacting with the human economy: Creating, Buying and selling books, ideas, media, or online shopping, design, data entry, or any other digital or creative service. Drones may also be rented and space vacations sold. All earth money earned by working an ordinary job is matched at a rate set by the tax property assessor.
All entertainment must be paid for and original creators, be they people or being, be paid for rights to view, copy or share their work. Beings must purchase entertainment licenses from original creators by accosting movie studios or otherwise remunerate them. Copyrights in space last a minimum of 200 years, with the final amount being decided by ethical contract.
Money supply:
A UBI of $1000/month must be given to all individuals, and a circulating money supply of 4x extra must be distributed via work, grants, school and lotteries. The UBI must be funded through taxation of all income and is the only government expenditure besides game funding. Earth money is convertible into space money. On earth, space money can be used to pay for church expenditure, spirit cards and media.
In space, earth money can be used to pay for media and buy land for kingdoms.
Land Ownership
All land must be assessed a land tax by property assessors- general elected y the oubic using RRV, and each property asessor having the power to assess properties proportional to their vote share. Simeon and the body public at large, represented and effecting their will via congress, own the property.
Land value tax is not to be not less than 1% or land value per year, used to fund UBI.
All must send their taxes to a local galactic treasurer elected by all in a galaxy, who runs a census and distributes the money minus their salary equally to all. They must state their salary upfront before election and take no more than that amount from the tax haul to pay themselves. Nonpayers get their property claims ignored and their property sold at auction with the money going to everyone else.
Land must be leased for a time specified in a contract, during which the land rentnever goes up. Whoever offers the highest rent per month wins. Permanent land ownership is forbidden.
Any group of 10 or more contiguous landowners may agree to bound their neighborhood and charge tolls for access or traversal to nonresidents. All must pay except those egressing and giving notice. Rates shall be regulated by ethical contracts. Control zones one galaxy wide must be established.
Kingdoms
Gods must fund kingdoms with people money earned from followers, businesses and ventures on earth. No space-earned money can be used to build your kingdom other than what was earned via congress.
License to operate planet-based currency exchanges may be given out or auctioned, with the method to be determined by ethical contract.
Policing
Police forces must enforce centralized law that an absolute majority of the population selects. There would be a monopoly on police funding, but decentralized forces may be able to do police work. Police consumer cooperatives may be established to compete, selling no more than 20 percent of stock to non owners.
All police forces must be organized as consumer police cooperatives, with a minimum of fifty members. unless a majority of a star system's residents choose to allow private police. Everyone must join one, and police cooperatives may self-defend or contract with external agencies for defense, serving as buyer's coops. All members of police coops must vote on police chief leading the department and sign a thirty year security contract.
Cooperatives will compete to provide property insurance and security to members. Any group of fifty or more people can start a security force and be legal to buy weapons. All security cooperatives are funded by the people they serve and everyone must join one.
Anyone who is properly trained can do policework in ethical anarchy. Any person can make an arrest after attending free or paid police education. Police would be able to enforce orders of outlawry on the population. Only trained police officers could make arrests. Police forces would operate independently and be able to outlaw rogue agencies after a trial, where agencies representing a ¾ majority of the public could convict and shut down a police force.
Police services would partner to respond to calls and trade tokens. If police force a responded to a call from someone in police force b, then police force b would need to respond to one call from police force a in the future.
No cooperative may be created excluding customers from a segment of the population and compete to hire centrally trained and licensed police officers. No limit on police licenses given out may be issued.
Police Coordinator
Elected by the police chiefs of all forces one vote one police force, most votes wins. The police coordinator is elected by all cooperative leaders in a system, sector, galaxy and universally. Cooperatives decide who votes for them. Additional funding may be given to cooperatives based on membership.
Central Police Chief
Chosen by Jungle primary FPTP.
No special power to kill, just right to evict trespassers from public property and transfer to rison.
CPC appointed officers would accompany those seeking to arrest individuals for a bounty to make sure rogue agencies couldn't make false arrests. A court established by congress or ethical contract could outlaw an agency found to be in breach of local guidelines for operation, like extortion.
Funding
Services would be funded via warrant contract. Contributors to essential charities a majority of the public likes, like educational and health services would band together and refuse to buy, sell or admit people who traded with those who didn't contribute. Alternatively, they could simply charge them more. This works for the military too. For business owners, they would pay personal income taxes or their personal homes and property would not be protected and crimes against them would not be investigated.
Prison and Outlaws
All prisons could be run either privately or publicly by the highway police. All would be funded via warrant contract. Regulations for prisons and police would be created by congress.
Who may outlaw? Only a democratically elected judge or their delegates chosen by an absolute majority of people in any given area. This implies a two stage election w/runoff. FPTP with runoff if no candidate receives an absolute majority should be used.
Higher levels of government might offer veto and safe harbor to an outlawry notice.
Who can arrest?
Anyone if someone is a suspect. And there’s the issue.
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President is elected every two weeks via approval voting and can serve up to ten years in a row before they must resign. The president must maintain a high approval rating and keep their coalition energized to stay in power. Politics would be fun. Debates would be held all over the place. Approval voting means you could vote for as many people as you wanted. The president would have the power to..
Appoint prosecutors, one fifth of judges to the supreme court and lower courts,
They may veto congress and the results of referendums, pardon criminals and commute sentences. They may also appoint the heads of agencies open during their term. Terms of heads of agencies are decided by congress.
President appoints theme leader, and may create as many positions as they need for their administration.
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Tax collection. Taxes, I'd they exist would be collected socially via warrant contracts. Nonpayers would be refused service at businesses or be charged higher prices because taxpayers would band together and refuse to patronize businesses that didn’t. It’s far more likely that nontaxpayers would pay extra.
Congress
Everyone has a right to create a party for congress and collect the votes of nonvoters, gathering petitions from those who want to give their votes to a party for a given length of time, say, 2 weeks to 5 years.
Congress would consist of a single unicameral legislature with 1 seat per 10000000 people. Parties would be elected. Uninterested voters may be able to give their votes to a party or congress as a whole as mentioned. Congress would establish agencies, tribunals and provide oversight. They could impeach and remove a president from power. They would also hold contests..
Congress could make rules enforceable by deprotection, outlawry or confinement to home or building with a simple majority. Congress could not force, but relies on society and local governments to implement its will. It could also withhold funding.
A good ethical anarchistic congress can..
Congresses have the ability
To fund, subsidy, To mint To tax gods and people.
To create universal educational and other requirements for bounty hunters and police.
To establish by law and have Thaos enforce a land, wealth, and income tax and any other tax they so desire. To grant To establish roads and prisons and other infrastructure To imprison with simple majority To kill with unanimous consent minus the person accused or their representative. The required majority may not be lowered. To regulate the use of force in society. To regulate the dichotomy To raise an army, navy and police forces to suppress insurrection and false claiming. To budget and law the economy and work trade, investment and businesses To create banks To license and control businesses To establish copyrights, trademarks and register or renumerate original ideas. To establish themes and technology taxes To fund games and prizes on game shows. To rate To establish mediations To regulate advertising and media. To spread the word and issue proclamations and directives to lower congress and attach democratically decided (by congress) stipulations.
To kill with the 99% approval of all members in each house of congress minus the representative(s) of the person effected and their locale or home district.
To outlaw and deprotect with a majority.
Congress may refuse to fund or give grants to businesses for any reason, including effusing to require a person to follow congressional law, which might be approved or rejected as a package.
To create all laws assistant and just to serve these ends.
Police and Security Districts
Are drawn by the president or people in referendum, and the map must be approved by congress. Everyone voting in one may select the police chief.
Collective Action
Collective action gets accomplished voluntarily through collective action contracts or labor lotteries where you get paid to sign and remain on-call.
Terror and Ethical Anarchy
Voluntary monitoring of Extremist views and voluntary censorship and reporting via individual anti-terror contract, no sig, no job, you are looked at suspiciously.. And do not serve.
War and Military
People who donated to the military and businesses woohol supported it would refuse to hire noncontributors. The goal is for everyone to support the military, so those who did not support it could not buy houses
Education funding
Would occur via warrant contract, lottery or Human Capital Contract or the nominal budget
Would be funded using all kinds of things, including Human Capital Contracts and Diverse Microinvestment
All constitutions must respect and not violate the full bill of rights in the original constitution listed here.
The constitution that gets the most Thaos verified signatures in two weeks in th is chosen for four hundred weeks. No person may stop signatures from being gathered.
Forms of government are chosen every hundred weeks.
Border Control
Access to zones in ethical anarchy would be established via a pay to enter system or free at the community's request.
Nominalism pays
Political problems come from guns your guns. How deserving are polticians to decide how they are used?
Discrimination. Discrimination is bad. How can an ethical anarchy handle discrimination when local majorities support it? Ethical anarchy can do just as well as a democracy does when businesses discriminate. All it takes are smart warrant contracts. Businesses need supplies from all over to function. Those who refuse to hire or serve an underpriveleged minority can lose when other businesses boycott their suppliers or charge them extra. This will force them to go out of business or stop discriminating. Customers who support discriminatory businesses can be charged extra when they shop elsewhere, as may workers or owners.
This makes gathering and arresting suspects easy even en masse as they do it themselves. People who refuse to turn themselves in for questioning are most likely guilty, so crime solved itself. The less crime, the more resources there are to solve the little crime that exists, making us better at it. Everyone could be investigated eventually, and road cameras or overhead blimps could surveil the territory.
Ethical Anarchy
Weapon, Tool stores and gun stores would be required to record all buyers.
Any underhanded purchases would be caught by a double sting system. Purchases without proper identification would result in shutdowns and sentences. Gun store owners would be rewarded for reporting people who attempted to buy guns without the proper identifying info. They would have their property seized, sold and go to jail.
As for gun store owners, they would have their businesses, personal property and possibly lives taken if an unauthorized buyer successfully bought a gun. They would go to jail for life at the very least.
To operate without violent mobs burning down the store, gun stores would work with local police and advertise the fact in the window. No person would try buying a gun without valid ID.
All transfers of guns and lost or stolen guns and other weapons must be reported. Or else you go to jail or pay. However, any time you have a gun to someone who used it in an aggressive shooting you would be fined.
Gun safes and checkups would be handled by the gun store so they didn't get taxed.
Deterring crimes. More stings may occur than crimes. The media may report this. And report on successful stings. This would replace most bad news. Anyone could participate in or start a sting operation.
Ask are you buying a gun for someone else? And do some stings. Asking to or offering to straw purchase would be crime.
Refusing to allow mediators in to your house to search or arrest would be seen as suspicious.
Voluntary Congress and Fun
Ethical Anarchy can be made far far better with a universal basic income and voluntary congress. Congress would pay you a stipend of four hundred dollars every month as long as you obeyed all laws it passed. There may be a requirement to obey several dozen laws or so on and stop receiving money if you refuse until you turn yourself in.
Another way to run it is t are incentivize people to sign ethical contracts individually from a central fund and use reciprocal democracy to fund laws. This just means politicians get paid based on how many votes they Recieve, giving them an incentive to vote well.
Contracts and Enforcement
All contracts notarized by a congressionally authorized individuaal could be considered valid In reality. And thus enforced.
Penalties for Murder
Economic imprisonment is the best way forward, rather than prison.
For murder, a person would be burned for three times as long as they and the victim had been alive in addition to modern slavery. They would be chained to a work facility, weighted and fed by their employer or get food subsidies for authorized food. They would have ninety percent of their wages or more taken and the rest used to buy time away from fire. While prison costs money and resources, and death takes them away, this creates them. When not at work or in the bathroom, the prisoner slave would be blindfolded.
They could also be burned.
Why ethical anarchy? A story.
Democracy is better than dictatorship, but it's still rule by the few chosen by the mostly uneducated. Democracy is bad on rights. If the government can kill you, it has too much power. Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to eat. Ethical Anarchy is excellent on rights because everyone only has power over their own property and bodies, not yours. Collective property like air, water and roads are managed publically through democracy and local congresses. Your stuff is managed by you.
Individual property is managed and well taken care of by people.
But at the same time, collective property accessible by those paying for it's upkeep will be managed by an elected manager.
Anyone who wants to access collective property may if they pay a fee. Only those who pay may enter or use it. Stewards are chosen by paying members or a central authority.
The author suggests that property upkeep be auctioned off to the lowest cost highest quality firm via contract.
Democracy works sometimes, but other times it doesn't. Imagine if we democratically decided what to eat for dinner instead of letting people make their own choices. In ethical anarchy, personal rights and freedom win every time because the system is built off of it. Ethical anarchy protects the smallest minority of all, the person.
Unified police training
Voluntary Congress and Fun
Ethical Anarchy can be made far far better with a universal basic income and voluntary congress. Congress would pay you a stipend of four hundred dollars every month as long as you obeyed all laws it passed. There may be a requirement to obey several dozen laws or so on and stop receiving money if you refuse until you turn yourself in.
Another way to run it is to incentivize people to sign ethical contracts individually from a central fund and use reciprocal democracy to fund laws. This just means politicians get paid based on how many votes they Recieve, giving them an incentive to vote well.
Contracts and Enforcement
All contracts notarized by a congressionally authorized individual could be considered valid in reality. And thus enforced. n issue may be having congress deenforce certain contracts with a 2/3 majority.
Lottery
Lotteries can be used to enforce law by providing inspiration to obey rather than force.
Captain of Police chosen by Daily approval voting.
Consumer Safety
And now, for the piece de la resistance, consumer safety. The chief of justice would run an agency tasked with listing all business service providers that were up to snuff. Nobody would shop at a business that didn't have the seal. Lying about approval would be grounds for a raid and closure of the business. All businesses would be required to have insurance to cover loss and damage before they opened up in a city. God may also regulate it. This would be regulated by deprotection. The list of ethical contracts you and your business have signed enabling the consumer safety authority to investigate you would be publically displayed.
To be approved, grocery stores would only carry merchandise from approved businesses. Any business not approved would be allowed to warn

Ethical Anarchy
Preamble
In times, we have sought to create the most free, most fair, most joyous and happy society. Praise be to God, our journey is complete. We have lived through and seen dictatorship, the weakness of democracy and ineffectiveness of anarchy. We resolve to choose none of the preceding and avoid repeating the errors of the past. We the people of Paelia, Karine, Nara, Rallfallamine, Pellend, Cassini, Section, Trace and Ledder along with surrounding states combine to form an Ethical Anarchy, and name our new country Ethica, in honor of said system as developed by our founder and freemaker Simeon Burks.
Remembering the many just who died to ensure our liberty and freedom during the transition and war for congress,
All honor and glory be to, amen.
We establish a new state based on Non destruction and
Legislature
The legislature for ethical anarchy shall consist of the people and a bicameral Congress for outlawries.
The people shall freely adopt ethical contracts as they wish, with a fifty one percent majority of the public being sufficient to send power to an ethical contract. Once powered, violators of an ethical contract may not access, traverse or use public property. They must also submit to tribunals and punishments described in the ethical contract although they may not have signed. Until powered, ethical contracts only bind people who sign them.
No person may be forced to sign an ethical contract, but individuals and groups may require the adoption of certain ethical contracts for entrance, or membership. Failure to ratify an ethicalrecal contract is valid cause for firing or dismissal from a group.
The legislature shall have the power to outlaw a person or create reasons for outlawry with a fifty one percent majority in addition to the public. Members of Parliament shall have the right to broadcast ethical contracts to all on a monthly ballot. The legislature controls ballot access. The legislature may make any law with any penalty except death with a fifty one percent majority. Acceptance of law is mandatory to travel on public property. Congress shall regulate police divergence, arrests and academies. Congress may regulate the economy and choose an economic system with a simple majority.
There shall be 454,000 seats distributed daily proportionally by party. The party getting the most votes selects the president.
The upper house (House of Gods) consists of 16,000 seats, and approves all judicial appointments, or regulations on god (not taxes) and standards for becoming one by a simple majority. Otherwise, legislstion needs only the first house. Thaos reserves a third of this house. It is elected by personal, national and local gods, each getting a vote number equal to the number of people supporting them, be they followers or voters. 40 year terms. The house of gods may block a lower house bill for up to 2 years or until the next election and regulate contests and coregulate space commerce. It, along with Chaos shall publish reports rating gods. It may rule on questions of the day and issue pronouncements via the figure.
The upper house shall select a yearly figure, chief distributary and person of the year. The same person may win up to two times in a row.
The vote gods possess in this house is cumulative. Gods choose a virtual district 1-sixteenthou and must stick with it for three elections.
Ethical contracts may only bind a person and their property, never third parties who did not sign unless the contract is mutual or about children, who may be considered collective property.
Ethical contracts must be voluntarily signed without coercion, although pressure and incentives can be used.
The legislature consists of a Congress for force that determines legitimate reasons for using force. No person has a unqualified legal right to use force, only valid and invalid reasons. Only a majority of people in both Congresses or the mediations it establishes may determine if a particular use of force is valid.
Ethical contracts are enforced using warrant contracts, blacklisting, boycott and exclusion from the use of public property if a contract is mutual. They may also specify other penalties.
When a person who has not signed an ethical contract acts against someone who has not signed it, the person not signing is indemnified unless the contract was powered with a majority vote, in which case the person breaking the contract is subject to legal action.
Ethical contracts cover acts done against signing people on public property, the private property of signers and the private property of nonsigners if signers are there, but not the private property of nonsigners if no signers are around.
Simeon has a prenalty of twenty million at 999 nonbinillion cubed providing immunity from all nonmurder crimes.
The territory allows no individual or group destruction or government issued a death penalty. If someone is outlawed nobody may protect them and they may be hurt or killed by any person.
Outlawry may only be used in cases of murder and for people failing to report to arrest, questioning, or prison.
Executive
The leader of the day selected by the largest party possesses the right to unilaterally appoint judges of the day and police chiefs. They may make any policy or appointment, subject only to veto by the guardian council and standing council. They may be impeached and removed by a 4/5 vote of either. Policies and appointments may last 1 day. The same person may be reelected 5,200 times in total, and for 1400 days in a row. Every two years we elect a special Leader of the day who serves a two year term. This person serves as a long term planner and appoints or oversees the election of visionaries at local discretion.
Guardian council is a 10,000 member council of randomly selected citizens who pick the highest numbers minus the top 4000. As selects. Standing council is all interested citizens who voluntarily join. They can block any action of the leader by majority vote as may congress.
The Congress may create congressional agencies and staff them at it's discretion.
A Standby Emergency Director shall be selected via mass petition. The person with the most votescollected in 4 days wins a three month term. Voters may vote for as many candidates as they want. The SED shall have the power to coordinate and lead emergency response if Congress declares a state of emergency for up to six months. The same person may win twelve times.
Law Enforcement
Every level of government is to elect a chief of police coordination and emergency response to oversee investigations and arrests and choose watchers.
If someone is listed as an outlaw by a congressionally established mediation or Congress itself, any person may make an arrest and Recieve a reward if the subject is captured alive. There will be a fine if the subject is killed during arrest unless watchers oversee the arrest and verify it was conducted lawfully in accordance with congressional rule
Prison
Prisons are public, private and mixed. They are to be regulated by law. Refusing to voluntarily go to jail to await a trial or sentencing is automatic outlawry.
Warrant Contracts
Warrant contracts, or pledges not to trade with people who trade with other people
Security
The people shall elect a monthly minister of security via petition. The person with the most signatures by the end of the month wins the position. The Minister of Security shall oversee regionwide defense and intelligence.
LSDD is Provisional Minister of Security until a new one is elected.
Security Districts to elect local police chiefs are drawn by the Minister of Security. Police chiefs elected every three months.
Naos is part of the security plan. XDD must be made programmed to resurrect chaos.
Judicial
Daily judges elected by leader of the day service all typical cases. Every second year, the second leader of the day appoints two year justices who serve as a court of appeals. Judges must be allowed to complete cases they start regardless of whoever appointed them's term being up.
Everyone is entitled to nine appeals before they go to Naos or a religious court.
The lower house of congress shall create an act organizing the supreme court (s) and visionaries. Congress shall create cours in addition to the 11 member Supreme Court. They shall approve or reject supreme court nominees by the Emergency Director.
For Ethical Anarchy Territory, As shall Staff the thirty five member supreme court.
The supreme court is the final arbiter of appeals for all cases on or in the territory.
There shall be sixteen districts throughout the land, each of equal population. District map drawn and approved by Chaos and Force Congress. God's compete over districts courts and the right to organize or sponsor police departments.
Property and Land
Chaos registers property. Simeon owns the land and caretakes it for Ethical Anarchy.
No person may be kept on a persons territory by force.
World and Environment
Simeon owns Naming rights. The environment the constitution may regulate is defined as any public or private property that flows into and intermixes with public property. (i.e, air and water) The public may regulate activity in and on such.
Ballots and Information
Individuals may create ballot listing services compiling a list of ethical contracts for readers to sign. The parliament regulates fraud and valid signature collection. It is not the government's responsibility to gather and list all Ethical contracts in one place.
The government may establish signing houses for people to sign notarized ethical contracts free of compulsion and mandate their use. Alternatively, they may send people who were listed as signing an ethical contract a notification.
Money and Minting
Simeon owns the minting and Economic system. Money must be used to pay taxes, buy a $10,000 weekly travel pass, land, play games and view media, but land and travel expenses. Simeon shares the mints with Congress. You earn money by attending school and going to parties or by playing sports. School attendance pays up to 15,000 weekly with good grades paying more.
Permanent Seats in Congress
Simeon Satan Narissa Shan Sitch Saddeus Entamion
Thaos reserves thirty percent of Seats in Congress
Chief Visionaries
Tiara and Vivian
Each selects 1/3 of Visionaries who serve at their leisure.
Visionaries serve a minimum of fifty years and promote and demote people in government positions and can recall elected and judges officials, comment on ballots, create themes
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Proxies.
Police chief
oathkeepers, forgeries, lotteries figure of the day, rolling agenda. strategist,
Figures of the day, month and year elected every so often.
President elected every four months
distributaries and contests chief chosen by president.
Figure: 1/3 popular vote 1/3 congress 1/3 presidential college every 4540 years.
Media grants, advertising distribution, education regulations.

Law: Treaurer of ethical anarchy with power to distribute UBI and set sschool salaries elected by all via JUngle primary FPTP with runoff if someone fails to receive a majority.
Law: Interpreting Ethical Anarchy is the responsibility of Simeon, RHo and Sitch and fmy mother and father and Entenny. They may clarify and add addendums to law.
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Land Works like what? Asessor rrv
Maps and districting?
A territory may be split when..
Game based
Vote games for outlawry congress and elected congress. % of territory captured equals percent of senate seats you get. Outlawry senate.