Driving jobs in las vegas nevada

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2023.03.20 16:29 akumafoxx Doing multiple jobs.

That feeling you're positioned on drive bar, you see the crew who's working and realize you're not gonna have a single second of help. You make drinks but push yourself to run in the back grab your own milks cause some people grab yours when you need them the most. You have to run around to make cold bar stuff, you have to get your own ice. Change trash and yet some people have the nerve to ask for a keg when they have no line of stickers or any cafe orders. And yet you're the one running around looking like an idiot trying not to bump into people who just get in the way when I have stuff in my hands. Once you left for your 10 minute break you come back to hell fire of a mess, drinks that have been dropped, water and milk all over the counter. But you know it's cool we all get paid the same and I'm doing everyone's job.
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2023.03.20 16:25 nathanr1889 Chocolate donuts

Chocolate donuts
Carl's Donuts in Las Vegas, Nevada
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2023.03.20 16:23 BubblegumMF Lyft driver bonus question

I'm new here, and have been driving Lyft for about three weeks. I'm enjoying it, but the constantly escalating rental car price is a little painful. Anyway, here's my question/story: the driver who referred me gave me a code and told me I'd get a $3200 bonus for driving a certain amount of passengers in 30 days. As my 30 days is coming soon and I've seen no reference to it anywhere I asked Lyft about it in a text and received a simple "that ended on Feb 9" reply. It is singularly the thing that convinced me that they were a worthy company, and the final reason why I left my job to do it full time. Now I get this "oh, sorry" brush-off. I've seen a $2000 bonus, but I think it's for brand new drivers. Do I quit and start anew? Do I sob into a handkerchief? Any advice, besides "you should have read this entire subreddit, you dingdong"? I feel like a regretful idiot now. Like I was sold a lie. Or I should have researched the ending date of something that I had no idea ended. I thought it was just what they did. Thanks in advance for any advice. Or you can call me a dummy if you want.
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2023.03.20 16:20 PritchettRobert506 [HIRING] 25 Jobs in NV Hiring Now!

Company Name Title City
LDS Trucking CDL Truck Driver Sparks
Andrus Transportation Services Inc CDL A Driver North Las Vegas
Varsity Tutors Reno Autodesk Revit Tutor Reno
RIX Industries Production Assembler Sparks
Banner Health Ultrasound Technologist Fallon
Banner Health Multi-Modality Technologist I Fallon
Sonora Quest Medical Lab Scientist - Fernley, NV, United States Fernley
NRI Distribution Shipping Lead Henderson
Brookdale Senior Living Medication Technician Reno
Sonora Quest Medical Lab Scientist - Silver Springs, NV, United States Silver Springs
Sonora Quest Medical Lab Scientist - Wadsworth, NV, United States Wadsworth
TekStem Group Warehouse Worker Carson City
Best Western Fallon Inn & Suites Housekeeping Fallon
Quik Stop Retail Sales Associate (550171) Fernley
Finish Line at Macy's Finish Line Sales Associate Henderson
DC Building Group Executive Administrative Assistant / Personal Assistant Las Vegas
Leads 2 Business Solutions P Ltd Customer Service executive Las Vegas
Deloitte Business Solution Analyst Lead - Financial Services Tax Transformation Las Vegas
Canada Goose Inc. Assistant Store Manager, Operations Las Vegas
Scandical Warehouse Worker Las Vegas
Reliable Health Care Services Mental Health Technician Las Vegas
Evolve Management, Inc. Sales Representative Las Vegas
Feller Orthodontics Orthodontic Assistant Las Vegas
Sunglass Hut Assistant manager Las Vegas
Selsoftinc Data Architect Las Vegas
Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in nv. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
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2023.03.20 16:19 evanskyle1304 The time an Uber driver told me videography is a non-skilled job…

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2023.03.20 16:18 rameninmyass I don’t want to be with my boyfriend anymore

I am 21 and he is 29. I lived in the city for less than a year when we met. We decided to move away to save money on rent. I didn’t really want to, but I was under the impression that it was a very temporary move (1-2 months) when it has been almost 6.
Every day I fantasize about moving to a big city, meeting new people, and seeing the world. While I was there, I was too antisocial and scared to do anything other than drinking with friends. I cringe now at how much time I wasted in one of the best cities in the world. My boyfriend has a been there done that mentality that I hate. He says he is totally okay with moving back to the city, but he wants to do it ‘right’, which mean buying a car and having savings. You would think this is a great compromise right? Well, he has a shitty job mowing lawns and brings home about $200 a week. I make majority of the income. He has no plans to move us forward except waiting on a paycheck from his old job which will only be about $3000. He then wants to buy a car (he doesn’t know how to drive) and get a car note which makes no sense because he is poor. His plan is to do doordash and Uber eats.
He also stopped putting effort in the relationship. On Valentine’s Day he said he had no money and I should know that. I complained and said to make it up on my birthday. And on my birthday (a few weeks later) he planned to take me to a museum but I got sick. He said that was his plan and I got no other gift. He doesn’t hug me, tell me I’m beautiful, and when we have sex (rarely) he doesn’t even touch me.
I know this post makes him sound horrible, but he is an amazing light and I love him. He single-handedly gave me self esteem and helped me stop self destructing. I just don’t know what to do anymore.
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2023.03.20 16:18 glafolle Just about to start, any advice?

Hi everyone! I passed the background check and today I'm supposed to go in for "the next step in the hiring process" which the manager said is "paperwork" so I HOPE I'm hired.. Though I stupidly still haven't asked what the pay is.. Anyway, I was a manager and barista at my sister's coffee shop until she had to close it, and we had a drive-through and were very busy, so I'm not unfamiliar with the life of a barista. But I just wanted to ask for anything you can tell me about your experience working at Starbucks..how to deal with challenges..where did you buy the clothes you wear for work? I've never worked anywhere that didn't provide a uniform before, am afraid I won't be able to find a good-fitting shirt.. What's your favorite thing about working for Starbucks? What's the hardest part? I'm nervous, I have a bit of social anxiety I've been working hard to deal with, so I just thought I'd see if any kind strangers on Reddit might be willing to tell me anything they think would be helpful! Thank you so very much in advance. PS I see that someone else has asked something similar recently. And to everyone who said "run"... I can't.. I can't stand my current job and I really think even with the stress and all I've been warned about, I'd still like Starbucks better. I can't accurately convey how much I don't like what I'm doing now, I just need to be back in food service. So I'm gonna at least give this a try...
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2023.03.20 16:17 No_Race1693 Book Summary: The Miracle of Mind Dynamics (1964)

Welcome to Week 2 for another Joseph Murphy book review!
Like many of his books, this book is mainly a collection of real-life stories written by Joseph Murphy from his clients, friends, and acquaintances he met in his life.
This book shows you that you can use your subconscious mind to achieve anything you want in life. There's no central theme in the book, but reading it will motivate and give you a surge of inspiration in the infinite possibilities of the mind.
Be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind (Romans 12:2)
Pointers from the book and my own summary:
  1. Negative and destructive thinking over a long period of time brought on diseased conditions.
Your body cannot be healed while you are full of resentment and hostility.
  1. It is no use to say, "God is healing me now," if you believe deep down that cancer can kill you. You must cast out fear of all manifested states. The power is not in those states, but in you. Ulcers, cancer, arthritis, etc, are externalized, manifested states, are the result of conscious or unconscious thinking.
  2. A member of the JM organization once told his story. "My case was diagnosed as cancer of the skin. I said to myself, "I am not afraid of cancer; I know it has no power, I realize that it is a product of false thinking, and it will have no power to continue its existence. The appearance on my skin is the termination. I am now exalting God in the midst of me, and I know that my thoughts of wholeness, beauty, and perfection must manifest where the trouble is."
I kept this attitude, and the cancer rapidly disappeared. I had only two treatments in the hospital, though I was scheduled for much more prolonged therapy.
This man had the right approach. Furthermore, he imagined his physician saying to him, "you are completely healed." The image he held in his mind sank down into his subconscious mind, and whatever is impressed on the latter is expressed.
  1. Your surgeon may remove the block, such as the ulcer, or the abnormal growth which was caused by negative thinking, but unless you change your thinking, there will be no permanent healing.
  2. You must constantly watch over the patterns presented to your conscious mind.
  3. The law of life is the law of belief. Whatever you mentally accept and feel to be true will come to pass.
  4. Man's world is changing. He now realizes that he is the artificer of his own fortune.
  5. The law is no respecter of persons. The sun shines on the just and unjust, and Law has no morals. If a murderer can swim, the water will sustain him as well as a holy man.
  6. It is not what a man does externally that matters. It is the inner movement of his heart that counts. It is what he thinks, feels, and believes deep down in his heart that matters, not what he professes to believe.
  7. You will always gravitate to that which you most secretly love. You will meet in life the exact reproduction of your own thoughts. Because this world is only a mirror.
If God is for us, who can ever be against us? (Romans 8:31)
  1. All your difficulties are caused by mental patterns and beliefs lodged in your own subconscious mind. The great deception, in essence, is the belief in material causation.
  2. Job said: "What I greatly feared has come upon me." His great fear brought on these accidents. His subconscious mind took his great fear as a request and manifested it on the screen of space. You are the mirror of your life, there is no power outside of you.
  3. The great deception is to enthrone the idea in your mind that things, conditions, and phenomena are the determining causes of your misery, suffering, and misfortune.
  4. Each man is a ship traveling on the ocean of life. All of us are immersed in the great universal sea of consciousness.
  5. God, had no beginning, and it has no ending. Man, being Life as God in manifestation, cannot die. When the vehicle or body is no longer a fit instrument here, it is laid aside. Spirit then clothes itself in a new body.
JM described an interesting story of him living outside of his body for 3 days after falling deathly ill.
  1. Before you can receive wealth, you must first impress your subconscious mind with the idea of wealth, and whatever is impressed is expressed on the screen of space.
  2. What you are seeking is seeking you.
  3. To have effective prayer, you must let go and release all hostility and resentment within yourself. Forgive everyone in your life.
  4. There 4 steps to praying effectively
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• The first step is complete allegiance, devotion, and loyalty to the only presence and power, God. This power is within you.
• Secondly, you must definitely, absolutely, and completely refuse to give power to any external thing but God. You give no power to the phenomenal world or to any person, place, or thing.
• Whatever the problem or difficulty may be, turn away from it and affirm feelingly and knowingly that the power of God is healing or resolving it.
• Give thanks to the happy solution. Know that God is in action now and your prayers are answered.
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  1. If you want to ascend spiritually, you must cease once and for all to give power to any external conditions, circumstances, people, or any externally created thing. There's no power in them!
  2. Suggestions of fear and impotence will have no effect upon a man full of faith in God and all things good.
  3. Reject the belief in incurability, drop your hostility, and realize God's love can heal you.
  4. Is not that which you are afraid of merely a thought in your mind? You should check into all your beliefs and find out their source and origin. Believe nothing that you don't understand.
  5. The stumbling block to our health, happiness, and achievement is always in our own mind.
Let us make man in our image and likeness (Genesis 1:26)
  1. God imagines himself to be the sun, moon, stars, world, or man; then He feels Himself to be what he imagined Himself to be. The idea and feeling unite (male and female), and the cosmos comes forth.
  2. Whatever you affix to I AM, you become. I AM is the name of God, which means pure Being, Awareness, or Life.
  3. Hatred is a deadly poison that debilitates the entire organism, resulting in mental and physical deterioration.
  4. This is a mental and spiritual universe, and what man wants can be claimed, appropriated, and accepted mentally.
  5. Creed, dogma, tradition, superstition, fear, and ignorance rule the mind of the average man. The average man does not own his own mind at all. It does not belong to him.
  6. Are you believing in antiquated, dead, grotesque, ignorant superstitions and prejudices in the name of religious beliefs, or have you made a serious inquiry into the workings of your subconscious mind and conscious mind?
  7. You cannot count the infinite riches of God which are all around you. The sands on the seashore or the stars in the heavens above. Did you ever try to count the flowers by the wayside as you drive along the road? Everywhere you look you see a profusion of God's wealth. You are meant to be wealthy, there is no limit in God's universe.
  8. Misfortunes, accidents, and tragedies of various kinds are signs of mental and emotional disorders that have broken out into manifestation in your life.
  9. You may ask: what steps should I take after I fully believe that my prayer is answered? The answer to that is he will be compelled to take whatever steps are necessary for the fulfillment of his desire. When you assume something to be true in your mind, the subjective wisdom directs your actions automatically.
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2023.03.20 16:13 evanskyle1304 The time an Uber driver told me videography is a non-skilled job…

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2023.03.20 16:10 lvsnowden Sofi Tukker possible?

Their tour dates have them in Vegas and they're headlining Lightening in a Bottle. Does that mean they're out for EDC or still a possibility?
APR 30, 2023 TAO Beach Day Club (DJ Residency) Las Vegas, NV
MAY 13, 2023 Marquee Dayclub (DJ Residency) Las Vegas, NV
MAY 18, 2023 Marquee Dayclub (DJ Residency) Las Vegas, NV
MAY 25, 2023 Hakkasan Las Vegas Nightclub (DJ Residency) Las Vegas, NV
MAY 26, 2023 Lightning in a Bottle Music Festival Bakersfield, CA
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2023.03.20 16:04 PritchettRobert506 [HIRING] 25 Jobs in NM Hiring Now!

Company Name Title City
Advantis Medical Staffing RN Alamogordo
HealthCare Travelers Travel RN Las Cruces
NORC Albuquerque Customer Service Representative Albuquerque
All American Technical Immediate Openings Manual Machinists Farmington Farmington
All American Technical Manual Machinist Farmington
WEXFORD HEALTH SOURCES INC Grants Director Grants
WEXFORD HEALTH SOURCES INC Grant Director Grants
WEXFORD HEALTH SOURCES INC Immediate Openings Director Of Nursing Western NM Correctional Facility South Grants Grants
WEXFORD HEALTH SOURCES INC Nursing Director Hobbs
WEXFORD HEALTH SOURCES INC Immediate Openings Director Of Nursing Hobbs County NM Hobbs Hobbs
WEXFORD HEALTH SOURCES INC DON Hobbs
City of Las Vegas, NM Factory Manager Las Vegas
City of Las Vegas, NM Immediate Openings Water Treatment Plant Operations Superintendent Las Vegas Las Vegas
City of Las Vegas, NM Immediate Openings Wastewater Treatment Plant Operations Intermediate Las Vegas Las Vegas
WEXFORD HEALTH SOURCES INC Immediate Openings Director Of Nursing Hobbs County NM Hobbs Lovington
WEXFORD HEALTH SOURCES INC Immediate Openings Director Of Nursing Western NM Correctional Facility South Grants Milan
WEXFORD HEALTH SOURCES INC Immediate Openings Director Of Nursing In Santa Fe NM Santa Fe Pecos
WEXFORD HEALTH SOURCES INC Immediate Openings Director Of Nursing In Santa Fe NM Santa Fe Santa Fe
City of Las Vegas, NM Immediate Openings Water Treatment Plant Operations Supervisor Las Vegas Sapello
City of Las Vegas, NM Immediate Openings Water Treatment Plant Operations Manager Las Vegas Sapello
City of Las Vegas, NM Immediate Openings Wastewater Treatment Plant Operations Supervisor Las Vegas Sapello
Deloitte Workday HCM Project Manager Albuquerque
The Barrett Foundation, Inc. Motel Assistance Program Advocate Albuquerque
Fidelity Investments Assistant Branch Leader - Albuquerque, NM Albuquerque
Presbyterian Healthcare Services Radiographer Albuquerque
Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in nm. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
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2023.03.20 16:02 Hyacinth048 Please help, so much job stress

If anyone could offer insight, I’d really appreciate it. I feel so stressed for jobs on top of everything else as a first year teacher (not a student teacher anymore but I don’t know how to change my flair). I am a LTS currently at a school that I like, but it’s a 45-minute each way commute on a good day, meaning I spend about an hour and a half to two hours in the car each day. It’s putting a ton of miles on my car, which costs a lot in gas, oil changes, you name it.
The school I am currently at is a middle school, but they recently had a position open up at the high school. It was recommended to me to apply, but since it was so early in the year that I had not yet collected my new letters of rec, brushed up my resume, etc. With all of that combined with the drive, the crazy workload I was having at the time, and the worry that if I got the job I’d be locked in, I didn’t end up applying for the job. Now, I understand the importance of getting a job, but since then all I have been hearing is that I made the wrong choice. But the job just didn’t feel right to me, it’s a good district but the drive is awful and I found myself having little to no time between waking up at crazy hours and getting home later. My mom has been guilting me and saying the drive shouldn’t be a factor, which is leading me to feel a lot of regret.
I have to believe this wasn’t my only chance, right? I feel like I’m driving myself crazy with guilt and regret, but I feel so overworked with everything happening right now. I don’t want to believe that I blew my only chance.
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2023.03.20 15:58 Cicada330199999 Telepathy is real

Cicada 3301
I have tried to post this message before, however it is being censored by Cicada 3301.
78.242, -43.813 Approximate coordinates of the base.
Greenland, during the cold war after World War 2 there were a large group of Flemish soldiers that decided to steal weapons and illegally construct a secret bunker on the large island. They did not wish to be destroyed if humanity decided to use the nuclear weapons of war. Construction started in 1945 and ended in the 1960s. When the bunker was completed, they decided to take up permanent residence this was done via the installation of a pig farm and cultivating of beans that do not need sunlight to grow. There were scientists that were recruited into the group in order to take preliminary calculations of the site before construction began, after they were completed, they asked the soldiers to move in with them. After two years of living there the scientists grew tired that they had to do all the work in the base, so they decided to kill all the soldiers. This is how cicada 3301 was formed.
With the bunker now belonging to the scientists they immediately began to research new technologies. Early on when the internet was new they knew that it was going to play a big part in the future of human society and that they should focus researching different computer technologies, they began development of certain artificial intelligence and today they have been able to hack in to many of the different computer systems all around the world, all it takes is an internet connection and their bots will be able to hack in undetected with the exception of highly encrypted systems, however in most cases the scientists are able to decrypt the system. They have been able to hack into everyone’s mobile device and are able to gain speech data, this is important to their AI research.
Cicada 3301 is mostly known through their complex internet puzzles which includes something that is called the Liber Primus or the first book that is Nordic runes which need to be decoded in order to read the text that is basically an invitation to come and work for them in Greenland.
Scientists are not allowed to leave the base and travel to the outside due to the base remote location and the risk of someone that knows too much, turns and betray Cicada 3301 however they do need people on the outside on a need-to-know basis so that’s were the recruitment of former criminals comes in.
The small independent self-sustained bunker system was to become a haven of science and progress, free from the prying eyes of outsiders and enemies alike. In order to maintain their ranks at the base they had to employ past felons that would complete task around the globe for them. Among them there was kidnapping, bringing in outside resources that might have been needed in the base. The organization is not just an internet cryptology puzzle. Due to the base only consisting of hard-working scientists the base developed several morally challenged technologies that would challenge the outside world. The main goal of the work being done there is to maintain utter secrecy of the base employing of modern specially designed AI that would delete any critical information about the base activities from the modern-day internet.
Cicada 3301 is split in to two groups: scientists and felons (which are called agents by the organization): People who have conducted a series of serious crime (“5”) may be allowed to partially join the organization that has in the more recent times developed an Artificial Intelligence key that allows access through almost every locked door on the planet. Technologies, such as a Direct Alarm Response Global Positioning System for the felons that will show real time locations of emergency vehicles. Enemies (people from the outside) that have angered the Cicada 3301 can be directly targeted by these felons, often people that have had plans to build something large in Greenland.
In order to understand the bunker system’s main function people will have to understand that in order to work for the base proper to survive it is necessary to have at least a very well-established knowledge in a field of science. Specialized equipment needs to be bought in from the outside in order to create some of the gadgets at the base, the items seem miraculous because the base is focused on advanced AI research. Most of the items need an explanation, however they are created by the scientists there to ensure the safety of the base.
An artificial intelligence key might seem redundant, but it allows the scientists to shut it down in case an agent go rouge or lose it. The key looks like a toy in order to avoid attention being drawn to it.
Agents sleep during the day and are only allowed to go out at night. They rent apartments all over the world, they are not allowed to live in houses, they drive full electric cars because sometimes they are tasked with kidnapping someone that is about to, against their will join Cicada 3301 they do not want to draw attention to themselves, driving a completely silent car.
They recruit new members via kidnaping if they are going to join the scientist’s department. Kidnapping is done via the installation of nanometer bugging devices when the victim is not at home, these tiny bugging devices are applied via a toy looking gun it looks like a toy in order to avoid drawing attention and if an agent go rouge and wants to turn in the gun to law enforcement it wouldn’t work due to the remote detonation function that the nanometer bugging devices have, so the scientists from the base simply detonate all the bugs if an agent wants to go rouge or loses the gun. A way of recruiting someone they think is highly intelligent is to first look up their grades at school then bug their homes with the tiny bugging devices that have remote AI technology and is able to notice if someone looks at the direction of the bug, since the bug is only 1 nanometer wide a person is not able to see it but the AI can notice via a tiny camera that someone is looking at it and detonate with a small blue flash, if the person that sees it thinks it’s a bug they will be kidnapped. Usually, the organization doesn’t go that far and just kidnaps people that had good grades from a science related program from university. This is where the puzzles come in it was just a way to asses’ skills before kidnapping the individuals that would complete them.
To recruit a new agent, they simply go up to a newly released person and asks if they want to work for an international organization if they say yes, they will be granted all the necessary equipment to complete beginners’ tasks, if they say no, they will be threatened that if they say anything to another person they will be killed and then will be let go of. This is possible to do because Cicada 3301 has access to the prison files and can see which crimes inmates did so they just look up when they will be released and go find them after they left the area where there are no cameras. They do have ranks for agents as well as for people in the base.
Some of the equipment the agents use are nanometer bugs, the AI key, a serum that can knock out a rhino and night vision googles that can see in color. The agents must nanometer bug themselves so that Cicada 3301 always can watch what they are doing, the nanometer bugs have GPS so an agent must put one on their clothes. The bugs can be destroyed if the clothes are washed in 90 degrees centigrade.
The AI key can unlock doors instantaneously due to the algorithms being highly trained, so it is the primary means of getting through a locked door. The key looks like a toy and if lost it will be shut down. The serum that can knock out a rhino is used during the kidnapping of a victim; it can be applied anywhere on the body to knock out the target person. There must be two people when carrying a body. They put them in a sound isolated trunk of an electric car and depending what they want to do with the person they either take them straight to Denmark to be airlifted via helicopter to the AX base which is short for an unknown name of the base that the scientists are occupying, if the plan is to murder the person the agents will dig a large hole then place the body in there, shoot them with a .45 pistol with hollow point bullets then bury the corpse.
If a person is going to be abducted, they are not allowed to be famous or work at any university as a doctor they will also not be kidnapped if they get suspicious and calls the police at least five times and say they are in danger of being kidnapped or killed, the agents are also neither allowed to kill someone that has called the police five times. The agents often kidnap people at 4am
The agents also have a Direct Alarm Response Global Positioning System.
Sounds an alarm for incoming emergency vehicles, displayed location of vehicles in real time.
This is used to avoid police.
They also have night vision googles that can see color in the dark, these googles looks like a toy, and the googles can be shut down so they no longer work, AI is used to display the different colors of objects, this is possible due to the algorithm being highly trained.
Something else that the organization has is a one charge laser pistol that has the potential to knock a person unconscious, the pistol is not used by agents and is just one of the many things that Cicada 3301 has created.
In the base they also have other advanced AI bots that have been trained by phone data from all over the world, because of that the talking bots sounds like a human and is almost indistinguishable from a normal human being. The bots are made for research purposes.
Cicada 3301 need to store an incredible amount of data for all of this to function they have created hard drives that can store petabytes of data.
The bunker base has plenty of futuristic technologies this has been possible due to the strict work order that they have, the scientists work all day long to be able to create new tech and most people that work there only need one hour of sleep because they are geniuses, the famous Nikolai Tesla only needed two hours. The rest of the time is spent working. Another thing they can do is to cultivate nerves.
The scientists at the base also have plenty of rules that are above the people that work there no one is allowed to break them with few exceptions. I someone breaks a rule the penalty is death, then they are taken to a special room to be executed. If a scientist dies the remains are cremated at their crematorium. They do not have a ceremony for the departed. The bunker has a system where the scientists are tenants of the base and earn money from working at the various departments within. They use Danish crowns as a currency and need to pay for their own water, electricity and food. Agents on the outside also need currency, these funds were gained by illegal means due to the criminal needing a country’s own regional currency to be able to pay for stuff. The main currency gained by the agents are the dollar bill. Blackmail and threats were sent to high profile criminals, with the invention of the mobile phone it was possible to track the movements of individual people which made it possible for agents to sneak past guards. They would sneak into the bedroom or main office and place a note that says that they must pay a large sum of money or be killed, it was also made clear that under no circumstances were they to tell anyone about the note. They did this to several high-profile criminals and everyone that was affected by this paid up and told no one. From this Cicada was able to gain large amounts of money. They always took the money straight to the base and from there split some of it to agents that have worked for a long time, them go into banks and put the dollars in there then move the money from the account into other accounts.
Meanwhile in the Cicada base if someone is alone, they will be able to gain a spouse depending on what kind of sex they kidnap, if no one is available they will have to wait until someone is captured for them. Many of the people there work in pairs meaning that they work together with their spouse.
What most people work on are the computer-based technologies most of the scientists spend time on their own personal computers and they do AI research and train their algorithms, they have different ranks in the bunker it is split between workers and officers and depending on which rank the higher ups gain more knowledge about the technologies there with some of the tech being kept a secret from the lower ranks. Officers plan the daily operations in the cicada while the workers carry them out, it is generally harder to be an officer due to having more work to carry out.
Due to their large data collections, they have uncovered plenty of secrets that have to do with various things most noticeable is the knowledge of secret nazi documents that the nazis after World War two took with them or copied from memory which they brought with them from Germany to Argentina. They when it became available wrote it down on computers this made it possible for the Cicada 3301 organization to copy them and store on their servers an example of a document is that Hitler was not allowed to participate in art school not due to his lack in artistic skills but due to all the places being full of people that graduated from an ordinary school and when Hitler gained knowledge about this had the person in charge of the course seats sent to Auschwitz were he later died. This information is top secret so one could only imagine what the cicada organization has gotten their hands on. They know everything about secret military installations such as Area 51 and pine gap. This has only been possible due to the huge amount of time invested in computer research these knowledge and skills are not available to the outside, they have also solved every unsolved problem in math due to the entire base being run by people who are of genius status so there should not be any surprise to learn that this bunker is far into the future, it could be thousands of years ahead of it’s time. The nazis for example wanted to keep their documents secret at all costs and most ordinary people probably want to keep their secrets secret however the Cicada runs this global research operation where they are spying on everyone through their mobile device, they have a voice amplifying algorithm that increases the sound of the person speaking for example if you live in a large three story building they could probably hear you from the bottom floor from the top floor with a nanometer bug easily, the sound is analyzed via their computers at the base which are being processed by AI.
Another thing they could do is the redirection of missiles, they never do this however it is possible for them to gain access to the launch system after the missile is fired and change it’s course for example if nuclear weapons are being fired from the USA to Russia and vice versa it would be possible for them to change it’s course and hit something else but while it is possible for them to do this they are not allowed to do this because of one of their rules that state that they may not interfere with the outside unless it has been turned into chaos what that means is that they are going to save everyone that is left alive if the planet as we know it is destroyed.
Cicada 3301 has the main goal of saving the planet in case of a nuclear war or another catastrophe. They developed several unknown technologies for this purpose the plan is to leave the base as soon as disaster hits, how exactly they plan to save the planet is unknown however they will probably broadcast information to the outside how to build certain technologies and how to cure radiation sickness. They have developed a cure for all forms of cancer. It is unknown what the other technologies are that they tend to use in case of the world’s destruction. Everyone should already know that there is a possibility for things to end very badly on the planet, things like climate change and political instability are a few of the reasons.
So, what do Cicada 3301 intend to do if they manage to save the world? As far as I know they intend to first make sure everyone is safe then rebuild all infrastructure, this will probably take over a thousand years, they are working on humanoid robots which they will employ. These robots will be indistinguishable from any ordinary human being, all this will be in effort to create a one world government.
This does sound good, the fact that there is a plan in case our sins against this planet destroy it. What will happen though if they fail, or we manage to keep the planet going with out their help. If the planet manages to survive, they will probably continue their research during an indefinite amount of time and continue to abduct geniuses from the outside. If the bunker is destroyed and they fail it would surely be the end to all mankind unless we pull ourselves together.
The AX bunker has a rule that they must self-destruct if they are discovered, they have a thorium reactor which they plan to overload should they need to destroy themselves, the base is very remote and would be hard to uncover, although the base area is very large and would be easily spotted by aircraft. They cannot be spotted by satellite due to the base already having deleted themselves from all maps. If someone were able to gain knowledge about the Cicada organization their online posts about the topic would be deleted by the base. So, it is almost impossible to spread information about them and it is also hard to notice the posts being deleted because when logged in they are shown client side as being put up for everyone to read. The thorium reactor will detonate a radius of 80 kilometers. There are approximate 2000 scientists that work at the base. There is almost no chance of posting about the base on the internet unless the website is highly encrypted.
The ordinary citizen is not affected by the base activities other than their cellphone data being monitored by AI and stolen, there are concerns, however. The base has nanometer bugs and does not hesitate to bug ordinary people that gets knowledge about the base, for example people reading this letter will be on their target list over people that should be nanometer bugged.
They bug people and sometimes companies when there are no people around, they take their bugging pistol and apply the bugs everywhere, on walls, ceiling, floor and objects. Then AI and sometimes the scientists watch through the tiny camera of the bugs. They can collect data from them such as how a person moves around and how they speak. The reason why an ordinary person would get bugged like this is because the scientists will send their agents if a person tries to do something against the base like talking to the police, so far no one has done this. A person is safe from the agents if they call the police at least five times, this is one of their rules, to not harm someone that has done so.
From the ordinary persons point of view the existence of such a base would seem highly improbably this is due to the insane number of precautions taken by the military that built it. Nothing about the base construction plans leaked out to the public or any other government installation however they were afraid that something would get leaked out about the location, so they built the walls extremely thick to withstand three times Tsar bomba, the fifty-megaton bomb. This was quite the engineering achievement. They suspected that if something about the site was leaked, they would be nuked as well as other targets.
The soldiers that lived there had no plans whatsoever to rebuild the world in case of the aftermath of a nuclear war but rather had the base just to save themselves. They lived alongside civilians’ scientists and had them do all the work at the base the scientists raised concerns over their living conditions several times and urged the soldiers to start working harder than they were doing eventually things boiled over and the scientists got mad that the place wasn’t used for a better purpose then just to survive. The soldiers had their weapons in racks in another place than they were sleeping in and only had one guard to keep watch at night the weapons were unobtainable by the scientists, so they got knives and went to the soldiers’ quarters, killed the guard and began to slit the throats of the sleeping soldiers. Some of them woke up and tried to desperately fight back while others ran to the outside without clothes the scientists shut the door behind the soldiers and let them freeze to death. Only one scientist was killed. The soldiers had lived there for two years before disaster struck. And the scientists formed Cicada 3301. It is unknown how many there was at the beginning but there were both men and women among them. They needed more people so some of the scientists before it was a rule that they may not leave the base, left the base with a plan that they should look for former felons that could perform various tasks for them, there were plenty of communications equipment already inside the base. At first the base did not need new members they began recruiting when they had begun to bug peoples’ cellphones and computers due to them needing to assess a person’s skill. In the beginning during the first generations of Cicadas not everyone was a genius but rather a hard-working scientist.
Cicada 3301 has systems always connected to the internet; one might think it to be possible to break into these systems although it would be impossible to do since their systems are the most secure ones in the world.
Only the highest-ranking member of Cicada 3301 has the decryption key.
When Cicada posted their online puzzle thy used something called “pretty good privacy encryption” this was done to make sure that no one would impersonate them. This has been used accompanying every puzzle. However, there will be no more puzzles due to Cicada having deleted the PGP key. This was done to make sure that no one else in the organization would create a recruiting puzzle.
All their puzzles were made to recruit highly intelligent individuals, if a puzzle was solved by a single individual, they would receive an e-mail with instructions on what to do then be taken via helicopter to the base, they would not kidnap these individuals. Two people completed one of the puzzles on their own, one female and the other one male. The female was taken to the base did not know what it was and became suspicious over the base activities she had already taken some pictures from the outside and some other from the inside. She posted them on Google maps as a drop-down box, she used get position to gain the exact location on the base There was an open WI-FI connection to the internet which she used to leak the photos online. The pictures were only up for one day and only one person did see them. She was later executed for doing this. The man could not complete his tasks and were executed.
People that can’t complete their work inside the AX bunker are executed, also those who refuse work are executed.
There were several puzzles made for recruiting purposes people think it’s a recruiting tool for organizations such as the CIA or NSA without suspecting that it is for an international independent organization with a base in Greenland. The Liber Primus is probably the most Cicada well known puzzle where a person must decrypt Nordic runes. Cicada were critical against their own puzzles thinking some of these extremely hard mysteries were too easy. The Liber Primus for example was suspected to be cracked in seven months. They no longer wanted to use puzzles due to collective solving when they just wanted a few individuals. Cicada 3301 is an international organization with agents all over the world these agents take resources from the outside world and take them to the base via helicopter. They have recruited four helicopter pilots that take supplies and kidnaped victims to the base, they were recruited by agents asking someone with a pilot license. That were allowed to fly over Danish territory if they wanted to join an international organization. They have recruited four helicopter pilots.
The helicopter pilots know nothing about Cicada 3301. They have just gotten a location of which to fly to and deliver supplies. Their residents are unknowingly bugged by agents. They are allowed to do anything except talk about their job with the threats of death.
To the base they bring all that is necessary from the outside most of the stuff are being manufactured at the base. They gain metals from an underground mine beneath the base.
There are several ranks at Cicada 3301 such as: Worker, officer and top manager. I have talked about this before however the top manager is not the leader of the organization the council rules the base and enacts rules. Cicada produces several technologies due to having other branches then just computer science although computer science is their main thing. It is unknown how far they have come in the other fields of science because everything is being kept a closely guarded secret.
The top manager decides things about their guidelines. If a person may ignore them for example. If a person breaks a guideline, they are to be lectured by the top manager.
No one knows what goes on in the bunker, the agents know nothing either they are on a need-to-know basis because if someone managed to get captured, they can say nothing about the base location and what goes on there etc. They only know that they work for an international organization that have developed nanometer bugging devices and so on.
The largest achievement of the base was the development of telepathy. This is how I know all of this; I was telepathically bugged, and they were going to recruit me. They told me a large amount of the goings on and answered my questions. However, I did not want to be recruited by such an organization and decided to contact the police which by the way did nothing against them. However due to there being a rule that if someone contacts the police five times, they may not be kidnaped I wasn’t taken due to me calling the police via phone an additional number of times. Some things about the base I was able to piece together myself. A rather disturbing thing about the telepathy was that they used it as a disguised psychosis device meaning that people who had been affected by it would think that it was just a psychotic episode. They bug four people in the world at any given time for A year. These people were bugged because they need to gain data from the nerve patterns when talking to a person. How the machine works is that they use electrons to bind to the neurons to create a pattern then this pattern is somehow sent back through some kind of electron tunnel, it is some kind of rail system this machine creates. The reason why they do this is because they attempt to develop humanoid robots that are indistinguishable from a human. One will not be able to tell the difference looking at it from the outside. These robots are designed to help rebuild the world in case of a disaster such as I mentioned before.
How they go about bugging people with telepathy is rather simple they select at random some one that has just moved into a new place then the person selected will be bugged, they act in different ways sometimes friendly and other times scary. They try to fool individuals also by saying they should do stuff such as: someone there wants to see you should knock on the door in hopes that the person affected does this.
They need a DNA profile of the person they are going to bug for the machine to work properly.
According to Cicada 3301 the telepathy is a doomsday device, anyone on the planet can get bugged at any time and there is no way to deflect the signal other than going underground 200 meters. In other words, if the machine is built on the outside of the base, it would be the end of the world. Luckily the machine is very complex and will probably never be recreated outside the bunker.
They go about their work by always telepathically bug four people at any given time. They can be bugged like this for a year or go underground to survive it. Although the telepathy is annoying, and most people have a nervous breakdown and hang themselves because they do not know that they can go below ground to escape it. A very few numbers of people survive. Those that do probably never found out that it was in fact telepathy and probably just thought it was psychosis. Those that go to a health care center will be given medication that do not help, no one would believe in telepathy and going there might only reinforce belief that it is only psychosis another thing is that 30 percent of people are resistant to anti-psychotic medication, so it isn’t suspicious if nothing works.
There are several rules and guidelines used to make a person think it is only psychosis when they are bugged for example, they never say something that is not know to the person. They also use various types of AI bots when talking to the person in order to make sure that they say nothing that can reveal to them that it’s telepathy and most people affected by this think that they have gone insane. They can also give a person different kind of sensations in the body such as pain so a large number of things are only personally known such as the things they say. If someone attempts to record the voices via listening to them then speaking up leads them to use a special kind of bot that is intended to fool people that the person lies to others about having a psychotic episode. The voices also have a special function made to make a person concentrate on them, they can lower or increase the volume depending on what a person does for example if listening to loud music they can increase the sound so that the person affected here them despite playing loud music.
Another thing that is possible to do with the telepathy is to display three-dimensional psychosis meaning that they can give a person hallucination. Another thing they can do is to give a person the madness frequency that makes them want to scream all the time. They can read one’s mind with the machine and even see images the brain creates.
This is really a miraculous machine, and it has been used to gain data from animals as well, they gather DNA from different kinds of creatures then bug them with the machine, they can then see through the creature’s eyes and read its mind.
They also know that if they begin to talk with a creature through the telepathy, it will go insane. The creature they bug with the telepathy must have a brain meaning they can’t bug insects.
Someone must find the base at all costs then contact authorities immediately to avoid getting abducted.
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2023.03.20 15:54 parastro Alan Wake: a well-balanced, immersive thriller-horror

I never heard about this game when it was released; I only had a vague idea of what it was from videogamedunkey's mention of it, and I was expecting a psychological thriller with a convoluted story. I wasn't expecting this to be a horror game, but it does that very well.
The story was just okay, but definitely unique. I feel like it's rare for video games to feature a story about writing, let alone to make that kind of story fun to play. The symbolism of a writer using light to banish darkness was cool, and lent itself to creativity because of all the different ways light appears in the story: flashlights, power lines, fire, flares, streetlamps, etc. However, there were some points where I found it hard to care what was happening in the story. The game often fell into the tropey WHERE IS MY WIFE thriller blueprint. I found Alan to be a cardboard character, indistinguishable from any other writerly, tormented man protagonist. The one thing that elevated the story for me was the manuscript pages―getting an eerie warning about what was about to happen from pages littered on the ground.
The gameplay is solid, despite the controls taking some getting used to. Combat is fluid, satisfying, and follows a unique but coherent set of rules (i.e. having to light up enemies before being able to shoot them). Unlike other games, you cannot fill your pockets with hundreds of rounds of ammo. You are limited to a realistic amount (42 for the revolver for example), and you reload your weapons at a realistic speed. All your guns are manually loaded, no magazines, so you have to pace your shots well and always keep an eye on your ammo. It genuinely feels like survival horror, with an emphasis on survival. Along with this, Alan only takes a few hits before he dies, so it's incredibly gratifying when you scrape by a fight with low health, or start a generator just in the nick of time as a Taken reaches you. The game does not need to throw huge amounts of enemies at you for you to feel overwhelmed. Just 3 Taken feels like a lot if you're only armed with your revolver. Until late in the game, you get a very limited amount of high-powered weapons like flashbangs and flare gun ammo, so I usually treated them as last resorts. In many other games, once you get a hold of higher-level weapons, you end up ditching the lower ones, but in Alan Wake, the revolver remains valuable until the very end. It feels like a godsend after getting through a segment where you're not provided a weapon, like in Episode 3.
Another note about gameplay is that Alan Wake is no action hero, and that's a relief. He has annoyingly low stamina, feels slow and heavy, can't jump very well. He's just a normal dude in his 40s who doesn't exercise much and is put in this harrowing situation without warning. It wouldn't make sense if he played like John Wick. The one gameplay complaint I have, that I can't chalk up to Alan Wake's physique, is the camera. By default, it's at this weird angle over Wake's shoulder, and it whips around when you're trying to see where enemies are coming from, forcing you to do a 180° whenever Taken pop out of the woods.
I found myself getting lost in the Twin Peaks-like atmosphere of this game: the freight trains, Main Streets, farms, mountain peaks, all of it was the Pacific Northwest to a T. This game also does an excellent job reusing environments. Passing back through parts of Bright Falls doesn't feel repetitive; it feels new every time, depending on how the developers staged objects. There are different weapons, collectibles, and extras to hunt down each time and it never feels stale. I found myself searching every corner of every structure I entered, on the hunt for coffee thermoses, chests, and manuscript pages. A game that gave me a similar feeling was Bioshock Infinite, but in that game, I found myself coveting every Voxophone for more backstory, whereas in Alan Wake, I was not as interested in the Night Springs and radio segments. It felt like they were trying way too hard to be edgy and weird.
Part of this was the voice acting, which felt off in a lot of places. In particular, Alan's voice actor would frequently misplace emphasis while reading manuscript pages, or make grammar mistakes while speaking lines. For a game centered around a writer and the act of writing, there was a lot of poor writing that broke my immersion.
Overall, Alan Wake does a great job of building up and releasing tension with each episode, and I was always curious to see what would happen in the next episode. The horror elements were just spicy enough for me, but I'm someone who never plays horror games, so your mileage may vary. That said, I loved the dry comedy built in. The first time I heard Alan say "previously on Alan Wake," I burst out laughing. I thought it was a one-off gag, but they played it serious, and that made it funnier. There was also a scene where Alan and Barry are driving with the goofy Alan Wake cutout in the backseat that made me chuckle.
Edit: I forgot to mention the driving. That's another point where, because you have such limited power in the rest of the game, when you finally do get to drive a truck, you feel like a god. Of course, even that feels precarious, because the driving segments are short before you have to get out again, and the Taken can destroy your car. You rarely feel safe in this game: the sun sets before you know it, and the only safe havens are the islands of light provided by streetlamps.
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2023.03.20 15:36 babyblossom410 I’m scared to drive to the airport.

So I (22F) have always had a little bit of driving anxiety but I’ve typically considered myself a good driver. The main reason for my driving anxiety now is that I got into a wreck in June 2022 and I totaled my brand new car and became quite injured. Typically I do fine just driving around in my small town and I don’t get out much otherwise. The issue I’m facing is that I have to pick up my boyfriend from the airport in just under 3 weeks. We’re long distance, and anytime I’ve had to pick him up before I’ve had someone else take me because I’m terrified to do it myself. For reference, the airport is about 2 hours away from the small town where I live and it’s a lot of interstate driving and exits which I am so so scared of. Please can anyone give me any advice on how I can calm down and make sure I do a good job? Thank you 🙏🏻
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2023.03.20 15:34 Environmental-Lie332 Proud new owner of Kia XCeed Gt Line 2022

I recently got my new KIA XCeed GT. To be honest i dont see much posts about it here but if anyone is thinking about it, go for it. As a 25 yo male wanting an SUV but also sportiness in a car, i was looking firstly for STONIC but then i was struck with the XCeed. Its literally what i ve been looking for. Big but not too big and affordable. Here in europe and specificaly in Cyprus, sportage gt with full extras goes around 37k - 38k if i am not wrong while the xceed is 10 k less. So i sat down and saw the differences between stonic and xceed, xceed had more features. Now its been like 2 or 3 weeks and i am loving it so far but i wanted to figure some of the bad things i ve seen are treatable cause i think the same goes to all kias. Firstly, if the car has the Auto stop feature(the engine turns automatically off if you come to a full stop) it always turns on if i start the car the car again. Is there any way to completely turn that off? I mean the car is pretty silent in the idle state that you dont even notice if its on and i feel like that this feature will damage the battery. Secondly i really liked the Auto Hold feature where if you come to a complete stop, the car will stay still without pressing the brake even if you are on a decline or incline. its pretty helpful and lets you take a chill when you are waiting for the traffic lights to come on. Is there any way to turn that on because unlike the Auto Stop feature, Auto Hold feature turns off when you turn off the car. Exactly opposite of the other thing. In a few words every time get in the car i always have to press 2 more buttons to bring the car to my liking. The same with the autostop goes the lane keep assist too. whenever you start the car the lane keep assist is on. I mean its a nice feature for the Highways but in the town its kinda weird especially if the lanes are weird, small and not visible. Even if you turn it off the next time you are turning on the car it will turn on the feature too. and you have to press and hold the button for quite a while to turn off. Lastly is automatic parking. i mean its a nice feature to have but I would like to be more consistent. there are 4 ways it searches for parking, Parallel both ways or backwards into the parking both ways. The backwards mode sometimes wont see a parking and whenever it does it will always park very close to the other cars. and when i mean close its extremely close. i cant even get out of the car. the parallel is pretty good and it does the job better than the backwards but still sometimes it wont see parking spaces. both ways i also had some false parking spots, where there was no space. However it only works if it sees a car parked. if not it wont read any park space. If i am not wrong it only reads big objects and not lines but it would be better if it could also read lines like when it drives. i dont think thats fixable but you never know. IN conclusion its a pretty good car and i am really happy for it. (Just like Alonso with Astons car xD) I ll post pictures on a later date on another post where i ll have a proper car photoshoot.

If anyone knows a little more for the car i d be happy to hear bout it.
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2023.03.20 15:32 GoDougGo Lady Liberty Glitch

This happened to my family 6 years ago. It's what peaked my interest in glitch stories. My wife and kids and I were all set up to go to visit New york we decided to go see the Statue of Liberty and lower Manhattan on Sunday hoping it would be less busy. We got to the facility that does the cruises to get out there and presented our tickets. They said these tickets are for Sunday.
My wife and I had a exchange of look of how did we do this. We thought we had finished the work week and then done our 9 hour drive on saturday. Yet as we stood there trying to go see the Statue of Liberty we found out it was saturday.
We both immediately head over to a spot with some benches to get on the phone because we both have jobs and realized we missed friday. We had no idea how we did it but we lost complete track of the week and got so excited we left a day early. I called work to explain and apologize. To this day it's the most awkward conversation I've ever had. They insisted I had been at work on friday.
I was sitting on a bench looking at the Statue of Liberty and New York City at 10:00 Saturday morning. I logged in and verified I had sent emails that I sent from my desk on friday. My wife's work wasn't open on Saturday but she checked in with two co-workers.
Strangely I don't actually believe in glitches in The Matrix to spite this happening. This is something that's been on my family's mind for a long time and we've thought about it endlessly. I really don't think we gained a day somehow. We ended up doing a lengthy autopsy trying to figure out what could have possibly happened.
Based on our credit card we left work on Friday, picked up Jimmy john's, and drove straight to New York with two stops for gas that time out. Our hotels.com account shows that my wife had logged in around 6:00 on Friday and added a night to our hotel. On paper the story makes complete sene
Trouble is we don't really remember it that way. No one in the family seems to have a clear memory of the travel. We seem to have just woke up on the morning we thought we would be there and carried on with the plan. Not remembering that we had majorly altered the plan. Surprisingly there are other stories like this. It seems to be a group hysteria. Our excitement surrounding the trip and anxiety apparently put us in a hysteric hypnotic-like state that allowed us to navigate the Earth very much like someone in a blacked out drunk state.
It took me many years to accept this as the reality. There are no glitches in the matrix. Just glitches in our very complicated brains.
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2023.03.20 15:30 Mysterious_Solid_499 Drop in HIIT Classes

I currently go to Orange Theory and I do love it but with my new job getting to classes during their scheduled times is tough and it’s expensive prepaying for classes in the event I can’t use them all. Does anyone know of any places that offer drop in HIIT classes or maybe a plan that is more flexible? And if you know the cost per class or per month that would be great. Looking for around Maumee/Perrysburg/South Toledo area preferred but willing to drive. Thank you!
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2023.03.20 15:28 CT-Mast23 My (28M) Girlfriend (28F) will seemingly go on vacation with everyone but me

My Girlfriend and I have been dating for 2.5 years. Everything is amazing, aside from our vacations. It's obviously not as big of a deal as other posts on here, but am hoping to get some advice.
Since we first met, one thing we've really connected on is our love to travel. Our first conversations were places we've visited, and our dream destinations. We've gone on a handful of weekend excursions over the 2.5 years, exploring small towns within driving distance, but nothing more than that. I've tried to get a bigger trip on the books, but nothing ever seems to materialize. On the other hand, in early 2022, she traveled to California, Colorado and Vegas for a music festival, all with different groups of friends.
We had a talk last summer where I expressed my desire to go on a big trip with her, and she agreed we'd figure something out. A couple of months later, she was in Mexico with yet another group of friends. Since then she's traveled to Canada with coworkers, has a trip to Bali (our top travel destination as a couple) scheduled for next month with a new yoga studio she's joined, and just informed me yesterday has a trip booked for the Amalfi Coast later this year with some friends.
I love that she's living her best life, going to these incredible places with friends, and meeting new people. But I can't help but feel a little left out. I've never brought up all of her other trips, only my wishes to go on a big trip with her, but again nothing ever materializes. I understand I'm being a little selfish with this, especially the Bali trip as it feels like a slight she'd rather go with basically strangers than the person she's talked about it with for 2.5 years.
But the real kicker was when I mentioned I was going to take a road trip along the coast of California with one of my friends while she was in Bali (I really don't want to sit around at home for 2 weeks). She got a little upset and asked why would I go without her. I didn't say what I was thinking: to keep myself busy while you're on our dream vacation. I simply said I wanted to take a trip and left it at that.
I'm just not sure how to proceed. I want to be very clear, I don't care if she takes big vacations with friends. I'm a firm believe that couples need their own lives outside of the relationship. I just want a trip for us sprinkled in there somewhere. But no matter how many times I bring it up, nothing changes.
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2023.03.20 15:26 Dunjindad Zion (part 2)

Last night I admit i allowed my paranoia to get the best of me. The figure I had seen out my window turned up to he a member of the housekeeping staff checking to see if I had... escaped from my mortal coil as I imagine many patrons of such a motel do. Forgive me while I attempt to wright my recollection of My horrible epic. I gave a hard time remembering what portions of the tale are necessary and wich are mundane so I'll just start from the drive to my nightmarish destination. Feel free to ask me questions. I will answer to the best of my memory
The trip to West Virginia was, for the most part, uneventful and mind-numbing. I've always despised long car rides, despite being on the road so often when going from job to job. After an extended period on the road, my mind spins into an unconscious void and it becomes hard to determine where I've been. There are often times when I completely lose myself in the sea of vehicles in a never-ending stop and go only to find myself becoming aware an hour later. What little entertainment I had on hand usually prevented me from falling asleep or completely disconnecting from the human world on my thousandth 14-hour trip to the middle of nowhere. This trip, however, was different; I didn't find myself dissociating, nor did it feel like the run of the mill from point a to point b. I was nervous and the further I made in to my destination the more I felt as if I had made a grave mistake. Despite being a 28-year-old teacher with very little adult social skills, I couldn't help but feel that a 5-year contract with some pseudo-cult in the heart of West Virginia might have been a bit of an impulsive call even with the paycheck, and every time I thought of cryptic emails, I could feel my stomach constrict and knot at the very premise of meeting the strangers in person.
I found myself in one of my few "coming to reality" moments of the trip when I turned into a small town. I was surprised by the smell I was immediately greeted with; the distinct smell of mildew assaulted my senses at the very moment I passed a pale green and mildly vandalized billboard posted on the side of the road that read "Welcome to Dawson," scrawled in a cheesey font that made all the letters look like logs. The town itself was placed in a valley of some sort, almost completely enveloped by mountains on three sides, as if Mother Nature had left this perfect little alcove in the center just for this hidden civilization. On top of the distant, albeit ever-present, ranges sat hundreds of thousands of trees that wrapped the elevation in a verdant cocoon. The town itself was small compared to Tampa, as all the others were. There weren't any towers climbing towards the sky with an impossible number of floors; the pavement of the underutilized roads was a soft gray color, void of any fresh pavement, but the surface was laid bare of any faults as if it had been used, if only just enough to keep the earth from forcing its way back through the laid concrete. As I pulled up to what I can only imagine was the only stoplight in the town, my hands fumbled for my phone in order to check the status of my journey. 1 minute to destination was plastered at the top of the screen, leaving me in a state of confusion as the only things in sight seemed to be a few stores and what looked to be a small cafe on a road that stretched toward the horizon with no apparent end. The light turned green, and my GPS sent me to an immediate left to a small, run-down store just off the entrance that brought me into the mountain asylum. The store was decrepit; the paint was peeling from its decorative siding, creating a splotchy pattern of dingy blue and an aging off white. One of the large windows looking into the store had a sheet of wood crudely nailed over it, and an awning stretched from the end of the parking lot directly to the roof of the gas station as if whatever contractors built this were trying to deplorably hide the abomination from God himself. The store had no sign or title other than an LED fixture that indicated that the nameless fuel depot was open.
"You have arrived at your destination," the droning voice said through the speakers of my car as I came to a reluctant stop. I looked down at my phone to be certain the GPS wasn't struggling to find a pathway yet to be discovered by anyone except for those who had lived there their whole lives, but according to the directions, this was indeed my "intended" destination. Immediately checking my surroundings, I took note of the road that carved its way through the center of the poor excuse for a town ahead of me, sparsely decorated with various local stores and venues. According to my map the road didn't break off from this central strip for another 5 miles.
I buried my head in my hands after begrudgingly throwing my car into park and let out an exasperated sigh. I frantically flipped through the emails I had passed back and forth to my usual benefactor to find any messages concerning the exact location of my job site aside from the address I had been given.
"A fucking gas station, they gave me the address of a fucking gas station" I groaned as I came apon an email that had been sent...5 minutes ago. The subject line read "Apon Arival."
"When you arrive in Dawson, be sure to contact me at the number posted below so I may provide additional instruction on how to safely make it to Fairhaven. "Zion can be dangerous."
I felt my heart drop when my tired eyes made contact with the message below. My heart once again began to slam against my chest—was I lied to? Up to this point, the mystery man who had been detailing the project had alluded to my final stop being in Dawson. It was common to be sent to offshoots of towns that were far removed from modern commodities and human development, yet it was also common that whoever had hired me would be upfront and rather specific in telling me that my location wasn't so much a town as it was a "community" beyond the confines of city streets, so I wouldn't be surprised when I found myself over an hour away from the nearest comfort. I had also been warned of a place's dangers before; the last time I sat down to write, I mentioned that on a trip to the Congo, I was directly informed of the dangers of leaving my protective shell, but in those cases, safety was often typed in bold so that I knew what to expect from the start.
I was plagued with despondence as I slammed my phone into my pocket before forcing the door of my car open with an angry grunt. My brisk and heavy footfall fell onto the cement with intent, regardless of my clulessness. I pushed my way through the gas station's rusted door, which would have welded itself to the frame of the building if not for the little traffic that passed through it, when I was greeted with a poorly lit convenience store. The hum of aging fluorescent lights sang through the quite store. Web-like cracks formed on the yellowing stone as if the walls themselves were trying to escape from the neglected mess, the white panels on the ceiling were rife with black and brown spots indicating frequent leaks and water damage, and the smell was ungodly. I would have gone insane if I was forced to work in a room that had that pestilential smell glued to it. The shelves laid not quite bear but with just enough product on them that for the place to still be listed as a buisness that caused the aluminum casings to bend downward like they where struggling to hold the weight of a finite amount of light snacks.
I locked eyes with a surly man with ash and gray hair who sat behind the counter with a dejected stare. He wore a stained shirt and wrinkled jeans. His unkind eyes were bloodshot and glazed over with age, which seemed to break him, and his lips sat inward to indicate the lack of teeth in his sunken face.
"I can help you," he mumbled with a thick draw that I would have not understood if I hadn't met plenty of people of his likeness prior.
"Yeah, I'm... looking for Fairhaven?"
The grouchy old cashier scratched at his knife like whiskers and leaned onto the counter. "Fayrehayven?" He said obviously perplexed
I gathered what little skills of human interaction I had beyond lecturing a room full of students as I approached the man "right, I'm a teacher and..."
The old man quickly cut me off with little regard for or interest in my oncoming and admittedly pretentious elevator pitch, which I often gave to anyone who asked. "Yer in Dawson, gottanuff teachers last I heard."
"Yeah, well I'm not supposed to be in Dawson." I'm looking for Fairhaven. I interjected
The man responded with an apparent tone of disdain: "Ain't never heard of no FayreHayven; I've been here fiftee sebn years and ain't never heard of no FayreHayven."
I took a deep breath in an attempt to carry the conversation, but I've learned to count my losses when they make themselves known.
"Well, I suppose I'm lost then," I said, holding my hands up.
He grumbled once again and looked me up and down with his hateful glare before forcing out a slight "mmhmm."
I turned and rolled my eyes a bit before walking out of the store, completely defeated. I contemplated for quite some time before reaching back for my phone to examine the cryptic message that overtook my screen. I faltered only slightly before pressing my finger to the highlighted blue digits pasted at the end of the digital letter. The dial tone chimed for longer than expected, and right before the all-too-common voice mailbox message played, I heard a barely audible click before a voice came over the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Hayes," the man spoke in a scratchy, almost strained voice, as if he were exerting himself even while speaking.
The way the man spoke was just as unsettling as the emails we had passed back and forth previously, and without thinking, I responded with a little more panic in my voice than I care to admit, "How did you know it was me?"
The man retorted immediately. "I don't know many with a Tampa area code, my friend; call it intuition."
I kicked myself for being so skeptical after his truthfully sound logic connected with the bundle of nerves that was my mind before I mustered the confidence to say, "Sorry, I'm a bit on edge." "I think you might have given me the wrong address; I'm at a gas station just off the entrance to Dawson."
I waited for a moment before the man spoke once again. "The address we provided was correct; there are no pathways to Fairhaven, and we have attempted to remain secretive as to avoid the judgment of the individuals that may regard us as an unsavory commune." If you look to your right you will see a small path cut into the trees just beyond the convince store. "If you follow this path by foot, we will see to it that a member of the congregation greets you so that you can arrive safely."
I looked back towards the blue Honda Accord I had arrived in and argued, "All of my equipment is in my vehicle—my notes and laptop, my clothes, and I'm certainly not equipped to be hiking in dress shoes." I.."
The hoarse growl of the man rather shot back with an audatory shot of aggressive air: "We will see to it that your things arrive at the Fairhaven Community." I implore you to make your way onto the trail before nightfall. "The forest can be very dangerous without the sanctum of sunlight."
I glanced over at what I could infer was the overgrown pathway he was referring to with a shaky breath.
"I can understand your hesitancy; fear is a powerful emotion, but do not allow it to cloud your judgment." "The walk shouldn't take longer than a quarter of an hour." He spoke calmly now, but there was no comfort in his voice, rather a malignant vexation, as if it were meant to be a threat.
I gripped My phone white-knuckled at the accuracy of his statement. His perception of me was correct because I was not only terrified of the situation but also beyond frustrated at the thought of taking a hike up a mountain directly after a 14-hour trip with nothing but a 2-hour rest in a motel at the halfway mark.
"Guess I'll be there soon," I said, despite my mind showering him with a barrage of heinous insults. He hung up the phone without saying another word.
I gathered a few small commodities from my vehicle before turning towards the cutout hidden within the expanse of millions of trees that ascended to the summit of the gargantuan elevation ahead of me. It was overstated when the man labeled the cocofany of unkempt foliage a pathway; there was hardly even enough of an opening to make my way into the bramble, let alone not be perpetually scratched by the harsh and apathetic thorns that various plants had developed for occasions such as these. The slope that the natural alleyway was built on very quickly turned from a steady incline to a steep, near-vertical hill void of foothold, and I had to rely on my softened hands, which grasped desperately at the closest trees. It didn't take long for my feet to ache and burn. I'm not ashamed to admit that I've never been an outdoorsman. I was often poked fun at by the locals for being a city dweller when I gave a common toad a look of disgust, so it could automatically be assumed that I'm hardly the hiking type either.
The aforementioned 45-minute walk turned into an hour and then two before My knees buckled from beneath me. I was told that someone was to meet me at the point between the gas station and the community, and I was certain that I had to have made the trek to their standards regardless of my excessive stops. I laid my back against the trunk of a large tree before looking toward the sky. The faint glow of a reddening sky was barely visible through the canopy above before my dismay began to settle in. Nightfall was coming, and in the state I was in, I had no hope of making my way to the destination in the next 6 hours, let alone before nightfall. I closed my eyes tight and buried my head into my blistered hands, I could feel my brisk beating heart in my palms when the deafening roar of an engine rocketed my senses into overdrive. My head shot upward toward the golden beams of light, obscuring their source entirely.
"What in God's name is a fella like you doing way out here?" The voice wasn't the same as the man I had spoken to on the phone. It was just as old and eroded, but it held much more of the thick twang of a local.
"I'm looking for fairhaven." "They said they were sending someone to get me!" I shouted back over the boisterous hum of idling machinery.
"Well then, it's best to hop on." "Ain't a shot in hell in making any further in your condition."
I was in no position to argue, so I clasped my hands on a low-hanging branch and lifted myself upright before closing in on what seemed to be a crude attempt at an ATV. On top of the buggy was a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair and an ice white goatee. He was draped in a flannel shirt and blue jeans that have seen their share of hard times. He wore glasses that fell to the tip of his nose in order to examine me further as I approached. I boarded my saviors vessel and caught a whiff of what I knew to be the pungent odor of illicit alcohol. This man wasn't what I expected from the conversations I had prior with the eccentric leader of the religious movement, but the thought was pushed to the back of my mind as the contraption immediately spun its tires against the leaves and dirt of the forest floor, kicking back a blast of woodland scrap backward as it twisted one hundred and eighty degrees to face parrallel with the pathway that I thought to be my demise, only to scream up the hillside with unexpected force.
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2023.03.20 15:25 Dunjindad Zion (part 2)

Last night I admit i allowed my paranoia to get the best of me. The figure I had seen out my window turned up to he a member of the housekeeping staff checking to see if I had... escaped from my mortal coil as I imagine many patrons of such a motel do. Forgive me while I attempt to wright my recollection of My horrible epic. I gave a hard time remembering what portions of the tale are necessary and wich are mundane so I'll just start from the drive to my nightmarish destination. Feel free to ask me questions. I will answer to the best of my memory
The trip to West Virginia was, for the most part, uneventful and mind-numbing. I've always despised long car rides, despite being on the road so often when going from job to job. After an extended period on the road, my mind spins into an unconscious void and it becomes hard to determine where I've been. There are often times when I completely lose myself in the sea of vehicles in a never-ending stop and go only to find myself becoming aware an hour later. What little entertainment I had on hand usually prevented me from falling asleep or completely disconnecting from the human world on my thousandth 14-hour trip to the middle of nowhere. This trip, however, was different; I didn't find myself dissociating, nor did it feel like the run of the mill from point a to point b. I was nervous and the further I made in to my destination the more I felt as if I had made a grave mistake. Despite being a 28-year-old teacher with very little adult social skills, I couldn't help but feel that a 5-year contract with some pseudo-cult in the heart of West Virginia might have been a bit of an impulsive call even with the paycheck, and every time I thought of cryptic emails, I could feel my stomach constrict and knot at the very premise of meeting the strangers in person.
I found myself in one of my few "coming to reality" moments of the trip when I turned into a small town. I was surprised by the smell I was immediately greeted with; the distinct smell of mildew assaulted my senses at the very moment I passed a pale green and mildly vandalized billboard posted on the side of the road that read "Welcome to Dawson," scrawled in a cheesey font that made all the letters look like logs. The town itself was placed in a valley of some sort, almost completely enveloped by mountains on three sides, as if Mother Nature had left this perfect little alcove in the center just for this hidden civilization. On top of the distant, albeit ever-present, ranges sat hundreds of thousands of trees that wrapped the elevation in a verdant cocoon. The town itself was small compared to Tampa, as all the others were. There weren't any towers climbing towards the sky with an impossible number of floors; the pavement of the underutilized roads was a soft gray color, void of any fresh pavement, but the surface was laid bare of any faults as if it had been used, if only just enough to keep the earth from forcing its way back through the laid concrete. As I pulled up to what I can only imagine was the only stoplight in the town, my hands fumbled for my phone in order to check the status of my journey. 1 minute to destination was plastered at the top of the screen, leaving me in a state of confusion as the only things in sight seemed to be a few stores and what looked to be a small cafe on a road that stretched toward the horizon with no apparent end. The light turned green, and my GPS sent me to an immediate left to a small, run-down store just off the entrance that brought me into the mountain asylum. The store was decrepit; the paint was peeling from its decorative siding, creating a splotchy pattern of dingy blue and an aging off white. One of the large windows looking into the store had a sheet of wood crudely nailed over it, and an awning stretched from the end of the parking lot directly to the roof of the gas station as if whatever contractors built this were trying to deplorably hide the abomination from God himself. The store had no sign or title other than an LED fixture that indicated that the nameless fuel depot was open.
"You have arrived at your destination," the droning voice said through the speakers of my car as I came to a reluctant stop. I looked down at my phone to be certain the GPS wasn't struggling to find a pathway yet to be discovered by anyone except for those who had lived there their whole lives, but according to the directions, this was indeed my "intended" destination. Immediately checking my surroundings, I took note of the road that carved its way through the center of the poor excuse for a town ahead of me, sparsely decorated with various local stores and venues. According to my map the road didn't break off from this central strip for another 5 miles.
I buried my head in my hands after begrudgingly throwing my car into park and let out an exasperated sigh. I frantically flipped through the emails I had passed back and forth to my usual benefactor to find any messages concerning the exact location of my job site aside from the address I had been given.
"A fucking gas station, they gave me the address of a fucking gas station" I groaned as I came apon an email that had been sent...5 minutes ago. The subject line read "Apon Arival."
"When you arrive in Dawson, be sure to contact me at the number posted below so I may provide additional instruction on how to safely make it to Fairhaven. "Zion can be dangerous."
I felt my heart drop when my tired eyes made contact with the message below. My heart once again began to slam against my chest—was I lied to? Up to this point, the mystery man who had been detailing the project had alluded to my final stop being in Dawson. It was common to be sent to offshoots of towns that were far removed from modern commodities and human development, yet it was also common that whoever had hired me would be upfront and rather specific in telling me that my location wasn't so much a town as it was a "community" beyond the confines of city streets, so I wouldn't be surprised when I found myself over an hour away from the nearest comfort. I had also been warned of a place's dangers before; the last time I sat down to write, I mentioned that on a trip to the Congo, I was directly informed of the dangers of leaving my protective shell, but in those cases, safety was often typed in bold so that I knew what to expect from the start.
I was plagued with despondence as I slammed my phone into my pocket before forcing the door of my car open with an angry grunt. My brisk and heavy footfall fell onto the cement with intent, regardless of my clulessness. I pushed my way through the gas station's rusted door, which would have welded itself to the frame of the building if not for the little traffic that passed through it, when I was greeted with a poorly lit convenience store. The hum of aging fluorescent lights sang through the quite store. Web-like cracks formed on the yellowing stone as if the walls themselves were trying to escape from the neglected mess, the white panels on the ceiling were rife with black and brown spots indicating frequent leaks and water damage, and the smell was ungodly. I would have gone insane if I was forced to work in a room that had that pestilential smell glued to it. The shelves laid not quite bear but with just enough product on them that for the place to still be listed as a buisness that caused the aluminum casings to bend downward like they where struggling to hold the weight of a finite amount of light snacks.
I locked eyes with a surly man with ash and gray hair who sat behind the counter with a dejected stare. He wore a stained shirt and wrinkled jeans. His unkind eyes were bloodshot and glazed over with age, which seemed to break him, and his lips sat inward to indicate the lack of teeth in his sunken face.
"I can help you," he mumbled with a thick draw that I would have not understood if I hadn't met plenty of people of his likeness prior.
"Yeah, I'm... looking for Fairhaven?"
The grouchy old cashier scratched at his knife like whiskers and leaned onto the counter. "Fayrehayven?" He said obviously perplexed
I gathered what little skills of human interaction I had beyond lecturing a room full of students as I approached the man "right, I'm a teacher and..."
The old man quickly cut me off with little regard for or interest in my oncoming and admittedly pretentious elevator pitch, which I often gave to anyone who asked. "Yer in Dawson, gottanuff teachers last I heard."
"Yeah, well I'm not supposed to be in Dawson." I'm looking for Fairhaven. I interjected
The man responded with an apparent tone of disdain: "Ain't never heard of no FayreHayven; I've been here fiftee sebn years and ain't never heard of no FayreHayven."
I took a deep breath in an attempt to carry the conversation, but I've learned to count my losses when they make themselves known.
"Well, I suppose I'm lost then," I said, holding my hands up.
He grumbled once again and looked me up and down with his hateful glare before forcing out a slight "mmhmm."
I turned and rolled my eyes a bit before walking out of the store, completely defeated. I contemplated for quite some time before reaching back for my phone to examine the cryptic message that overtook my screen. I faltered only slightly before pressing my finger to the highlighted blue digits pasted at the end of the digital letter. The dial tone chimed for longer than expected, and right before the all-too-common voice mailbox message played, I heard a barely audible click before a voice came over the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Hayes," the man spoke in a scratchy, almost strained voice, as if he were exerting himself even while speaking.
The way the man spoke was just as unsettling as the emails we had passed back and forth previously, and without thinking, I responded with a little more panic in my voice than I care to admit, "How did you know it was me?"
The man retorted immediately. "I don't know many with a Tampa area code, my friend; call it intuition."
I kicked myself for being so skeptical after his truthfully sound logic connected with the bundle of nerves that was my mind before I mustered the confidence to say, "Sorry, I'm a bit on edge." "I think you might have given me the wrong address; I'm at a gas station just off the entrance to Dawson."
I waited for a moment before the man spoke once again. "The address we provided was correct; there are no pathways to Fairhaven, and we have attempted to remain secretive as to avoid the judgment of the individuals that may regard us as an unsavory commune." If you look to your right you will see a small path cut into the trees just beyond the convince store. "If you follow this path by foot, we will see to it that a member of the congregation greets you so that you can arrive safely."
I looked back towards the blue Honda Accord I had arrived in and argued, "All of my equipment is in my vehicle—my notes and laptop, my clothes, and I'm certainly not equipped to be hiking in dress shoes." I.."
The hoarse growl of the man rather shot back with an audatory shot of aggressive air: "We will see to it that your things arrive at the Fairhaven Community." I implore you to make your way onto the trail before nightfall. "The forest can be very dangerous without the sanctum of sunlight."
I glanced over at what I could infer was the overgrown pathway he was referring to with a shaky breath.
"I can understand your hesitancy; fear is a powerful emotion, but do not allow it to cloud your judgment." "The walk shouldn't take longer than a quarter of an hour." He spoke calmly now, but there was no comfort in his voice, rather a malignant vexation, as if it were meant to be a threat.
I gripped My phone white-knuckled at the accuracy of his statement. His perception of me was correct because I was not only terrified of the situation but also beyond frustrated at the thought of taking a hike up a mountain directly after a 14-hour trip with nothing but a 2-hour rest in a motel at the halfway mark.
"Guess I'll be there soon," I said, despite my mind showering him with a barrage of heinous insults. He hung up the phone without saying another word.
I gathered a few small commodities from my vehicle before turning towards the cutout hidden within the expanse of millions of trees that ascended to the summit of the gargantuan elevation ahead of me. It was overstated when the man labeled the cocofany of unkempt foliage a pathway; there was hardly even enough of an opening to make my way into the bramble, let alone not be perpetually scratched by the harsh and apathetic thorns that various plants had developed for occasions such as these. The slope that the natural alleyway was built on very quickly turned from a steady incline to a steep, near-vertical hill void of foothold, and I had to rely on my softened hands, which grasped desperately at the closest trees. It didn't take long for my feet to ache and burn. I'm not ashamed to admit that I've never been an outdoorsman. I was often poked fun at by the locals for being a city dweller when I gave a common toad a look of disgust, so it could automatically be assumed that I'm hardly the hiking type either.
The aforementioned 45-minute walk turned into an hour and then two before My knees buckled from beneath me. I was told that someone was to meet me at the point between the gas station and the community, and I was certain that I had to have made the trek to their standards regardless of my excessive stops. I laid my back against the trunk of a large tree before looking toward the sky. The faint glow of a reddening sky was barely visible through the canopy above before my dismay began to settle in. Nightfall was coming, and in the state I was in, I had no hope of making my way to the destination in the next 6 hours, let alone before nightfall. I closed my eyes tight and buried my head into my blistered hands, I could feel my brisk beating heart in my palms when the deafening roar of an engine rocketed my senses into overdrive. My head shot upward toward the golden beams of light, obscuring their source entirely.
"What in God's name is a fella like you doing way out here?" The voice wasn't the same as the man I had spoken to on the phone. It was just as old and eroded, but it held much more of the thick twang of a local.
"I'm looking for fairhaven." "They said they were sending someone to get me!" I shouted back over the boisterous hum of idling machinery.
"Well then, it's best to hop on." "Ain't a shot in hell in making any further in your condition."
I was in no position to argue, so I clasped my hands on a low-hanging branch and lifted myself upright before closing in on what seemed to be a crude attempt at an ATV. On top of the buggy was a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair and an ice white goatee. He was draped in a flannel shirt and blue jeans that have seen their share of hard times. He wore glasses that fell to the tip of his nose in order to examine me further as I approached. I boarded my saviors vessel and caught a whiff of what I knew to be the pungent odor of illicit alcohol. This man wasn't what I expected from the conversations I had prior with the eccentric leader of the religious movement, but the thought was pushed to the back of my mind as the contraption immediately spun its tires against the leaves and dirt of the forest floor, kicking back a blast of woodland scrap backward as it twisted one hundred and eighty degrees to face parrallel with the pathway that I thought to be my demise, only to scream up the hillside with unexpected force.
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2023.03.20 15:17 Zottisha You make my life miserable when we are serving in police together? Be properly fined when you break the rules.

This is a long story. English is not my fist language so please forgive typos and grammar. TL;DR at the end.
This story backs to the beginning of the nineties when I (25M at that time) had to serve the mandatory period of one year in the Army in my country. That was a thing everybody disliked, because basically you wasted your time being barely paid some 4 dollars a day without having in return other than some useless basic military training and guard duties and so on.
So, I decided to join a branch of the army which has powers of civilian police, MP and military force, all together, on the aim to at least do something good for the community (and get a decent monthly payment in return). To explain, this means you would be contemporary a police officer, a military police officer, and a soldier. Not so easy to be chosen, but I was more than qualified and I got it.
Take into account that we served in a professional police force, as a sort of auxiliary reserve force that was employed on police and public order duties always together with some professional police officer. Despite our rank was “Auxiliary police”, we had the same power and gears of any other professional police officer, and we had full power to operate alone if it was the case.
Now, the mandatory military service had two choices you could pick: choose to be a basic private, or choose to be a complement lieutenant (if you had the right requisites).
I chose the first because being a lieutenant would mean serving during 18 months instead of twelve. At the time I said no thanks. Let's get rid of it and back home.
Well, many of you know how miserable your life in the military can be if you’re low rank and so unlucky to get the wrong commander. And of course, my platoon was assigned to the most evil, idiotic, dumb*ss 20ish yrs old lieutenant you could imagine. Take into account that we were, for the most part, people who had a good instruction, and smart enough to join a kind of elite force like the one we were in, also because you could postpone the mandatory military duty until you got the university degree. That means that there were a LOT of people with a degree among us. There were lawyers, MDs, architects, and so on. Of course, many of us were well beyond 25 yrs old, so at least a lot more adult and responsible than an entitled child like him.
As in DL (Dumb*ss Lieutenant) opinion, all of us were just some horsesh*t because we were not at his rank level. And he treated us consequently.
Wanna go out the base to see your family when off duty? Nope, permission denied because “you have your shoe sole dirty”. He would ask to check your personal gun and immediately ground you for 15 days because “your gun has not to be given to others no matter what”. Next time, accordingly, you DON’T give him the gun? Well then, “you’re grounded because you disobeyed an order”. Finish your duty in time with good results? Not for him. Go on night shift because you’re lazy and stupid.
…You get the picture. He invented new and smart ways to just…make our life a hell, with no reason except his sadistic satisfaction.
Well, as time goes by, he finishes his duty and gets back to civilian life, where he’s just an entitled jerk with no power of no sort.
And as time goes by, we finish our duty too.
Except 6 of us, who decided to join the force and stay on duty indefinitely.
I was one of them.
So, I stayed in the army and was transferred a couples of months after to our country’s capital. And just went on with my life doing my job until a glorious day, when I was on traffic patrol duty. A black car speeded on a red light in a heavy trafficked urban boulevard with lots of pedestrians, just in front of my eyes.
And who was in charge to decide whether was the case of stopping people or not? You bet it was yours truly.
And who was the driver? You bet it was DL.
To be clear, I didn’t know it was DL, I would have stopped the car anyway because the situation was very dangerous for pedestrians and other drivers. But when I approached the driver’s side to ask for the papers, I recognized him immediately. But he did NOT recognize ME. You know how it works with this kind of entitled jerks, they simply don't care to remember the faces of their slaves.
In my head I said "UUUhhh, dude, you are gonna remember me for a long time after I am done with you".
On a normal voice: “Good morning sir, driver’s license and car papers please”
“Here you are officer”.
Tucked Inside the driver’s license there was a badge of the veteran army police association. Without a blink I gave it back to him saying “this has nothing to do with driving sir, please hold it somewhere else”. He was smirking in a kind of attempt to enhance some “bro code” and saying “I am a retired colleague”. And I responded in a full smile “yes, I perfectly know who you are, you are not retired, you just finished your military service, you served in (name of the town) and I was serving under you, don’t you recognize me?”
If I had hit the guy with a loaded truck couldn’t have hurt him so badly, when he realized the kind of nightmare he was entering, having in front of him a police officer whose life was ruined by him, and having broken traffic rules.
His face turned from smile to despair in less than a second. He knew he was in deep shit, and that he would be fined for red light and speeding.
But what he didn’t know was how deep the shit was. Because you see, he didn’t know that, despite what he said to my face multiple times that “I was just a perfect nobody with no rank”, I was f*cking good at my job. So, what I did was just doing my job properly, nothing more, and I went to check thoroughly EVERY SINGLE issue he could have had in the car.
Speeding? Check, 100 dollars fine. Red light? Check, another 88 dollars fine. No use of safety belt? Check, 95 dollars fine. Dangerous driving in town street? Check, 155 dollars fine. Tires not properly maintained? Check, 45 dollars.
…and so on and on and on and on, until he was begging me to stop, but you know, when he said “I guess I have learned my lesson now”, I told him that there was nothing personal, after all I am just “a perfect nobody with no rank”, so I have just to abide and apply the law. And went on and on and on.
When I finished, a looooong time after, believe me: he WAS finished also.
So I told him “I should just confiscate your car and tow it, with some kind of 2500 more dollars fine, but I am NOT a fucking asshole who takes advantage by his power. Let me just give you the best regards from my fellow platoon mates and show off”.
That night, I don’t know why, I slept very very well, with a smile on my face.
TL;DR I caught a jerk former police officer, who made my life miserable during his service, red-handed breaking traffic rules, and fined him accordingly.

EDIT: typos
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