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r/saplings: a place to learn about cannabis use and culture
2010.06.17 06:10 tokepuppet r/saplings: a place to learn about cannabis use and culture
saplings: a place to learn about cannabis use and culture
2012.11.07 02:49 Snoopy7393 Milk: Best when from a bong
A subreddit for big ole milky Bong rips, not big ole milky....other things........ Merch: https://milkingmerch.myspreadshop.com Discord: https://discord.gg/DC7ytrpQF9 Sister sub to CompetitiveStoners
2015.10.27 03:12 NotJinxandJawz Hey Fallers! Come chat with us!
/GravityFalls is a great community run by the best of moderators. But, we need a place for Fallers to chat about their everyday life, right? Here's the place to do it!
2023.06.02 16:39 kingjames2727 Remote Office Backups - Single Hosts?
Hey there,
We're a SMB, with around 220 employees across 8 offices - that has grown through acquisitions over the years. With each acquisition, comes an office, a network - typically a physical server (or two).
We've setup a management VLAN in each office which segregates access to all our ILOs/Backup Storage/Veeam/Switch Management from the typical LAN.
When it comes to backups, our usual setup has a VM at each site running Veeam which performs the backup at the hypervisor level and pushes the data to local storage, then to offsite/cloud (all happening on the management VLAN).
Two questions.
1) We recently rebuilt one of our very old hyper-v servers in one of our remote sites. Server has 1 single VM, running as a file server. This setup was different, we backed this up using the 'Veeam Agent' from the file-server itself - this has worked fine, but when I'm thinking about security, having a backup process running on the data-lan side makes me twitch given the work we've done to move everything to the management vlan side. Running the backup from the file-server means - we need firewall rules that allows access to our storage (which lives on management vlan, from the data lan) etc - plus, in the event of the File-Server being compromised - potential risk around harvesting passwords stored in the Veeam Agent, and exposing access to our larger cloud repo.
My solution is to fire up another VM with Veeam installed - the same way we do it in other larger sites - but this seems like big hoops for a single VM. But is that the price you pay to keep everything secure/on the management VLAN? How are others handling these smaller offices?
2) A few weeks ago we acquired another company - who was previously managed by a MSP. 1 Host, 3 VMs, being backed up by a Datto Appliance. Given the small size of this office, we put the MSP on notice and will transfer IT responsibilities to our team. To assume responsibility of the Datto appliance, they want an commitment until the end of 2025 - I can't predict the future requirements (we're growning) for the next 2 years. I'd love to transition this site to use Veeam (like our others) - but I don't know that I could flush away all the past-backup retention that the datto/datto cloud has stored and just start over. Any recommendations for this kind of thing? - what are some policies you follow?
A long post - but I wanted to include as much context as possible.
Appreciate your help
submitted by kingjames2727 to sysadmin [link] [comments]
We're a SMB, with around 220 employees across 8 offices - that has grown through acquisitions over the years. With each acquisition, comes an office, a network - typically a physical server (or two).
We've setup a management VLAN in each office which segregates access to all our ILOs/Backup Storage/Veeam/Switch Management from the typical LAN.
When it comes to backups, our usual setup has a VM at each site running Veeam which performs the backup at the hypervisor level and pushes the data to local storage, then to offsite/cloud (all happening on the management VLAN).
Two questions.
1) We recently rebuilt one of our very old hyper-v servers in one of our remote sites. Server has 1 single VM, running as a file server. This setup was different, we backed this up using the 'Veeam Agent' from the file-server itself - this has worked fine, but when I'm thinking about security, having a backup process running on the data-lan side makes me twitch given the work we've done to move everything to the management vlan side. Running the backup from the file-server means - we need firewall rules that allows access to our storage (which lives on management vlan, from the data lan) etc - plus, in the event of the File-Server being compromised - potential risk around harvesting passwords stored in the Veeam Agent, and exposing access to our larger cloud repo.
My solution is to fire up another VM with Veeam installed - the same way we do it in other larger sites - but this seems like big hoops for a single VM. But is that the price you pay to keep everything secure/on the management VLAN? How are others handling these smaller offices?
2) A few weeks ago we acquired another company - who was previously managed by a MSP. 1 Host, 3 VMs, being backed up by a Datto Appliance. Given the small size of this office, we put the MSP on notice and will transfer IT responsibilities to our team. To assume responsibility of the Datto appliance, they want an commitment until the end of 2025 - I can't predict the future requirements (we're growning) for the next 2 years. I'd love to transition this site to use Veeam (like our others) - but I don't know that I could flush away all the past-backup retention that the datto/datto cloud has stored and just start over. Any recommendations for this kind of thing? - what are some policies you follow?
A long post - but I wanted to include as much context as possible.
Appreciate your help
2023.06.02 16:38 No_Presentation_9821 Tool to natively query cloud resources
Hey folks, I wanted to share a tool I built. It lets you effortlessly query your cloud resources using natural language. No more dealing with complex syntax or clunky frameworks like the AWS console and kubectl commands. Here's what it can do:
DM me if you want to give it a try or have feedback
submitted by No_Presentation_9821 to devops [link] [comments]
- Ask questions like "Which users lack MFA on AWS?" or "How many publicly accessible APIs are there?"
- Get quick answers without writing code or navigating complicated interfaces.
- Seamlessly integrate with various cloud providers and K8s for comprehensive coverage.
- It's perfect for non-technical team members, too.
DM me if you want to give it a try or have feedback
2023.06.02 16:37 Unique-Judge-5497 FEEDBACK ON MY FYP
FEEDBACK ON MY FYP
I have made a vehicle car simulator which is connected with logitech G27. When a driver drives the vehicle, after it ends the following data in form of graphs (retrieved from his driving) appears on the screen:- Engine rpm vs time Gear vs time Speed vs time Engine power vs time Engine load vs time Instant fuel consumption vs tine Engine fuel rate vs time Engine torque vs time Do you think it's helpful for the car manufacturers/ engine builders? As the specs i have put as of now are of a particular car, they can easily just plug in there car specs and play it. After the play all this data appears that will definitely be of their use to anaylze? Plus I am also working on the fuel consumption mode in which the driver is guided how to drive the car for better fuel consumption. Your feedback is much appreciated. https://forms.office.com/Pages/ShareFormPage.aspx?id=LqsRFStQLU69aPZ59Um1ouwKaAHRgHdGll9jkGMJZh5UREREV0xZNFBaM0FURldZRFNOM0pTU1dEUS4u&sharetoken=uHhHDZwNEX5pIyADOqSM
submitted by Unique-Judge-5497 to University [link] [comments]
I have made a vehicle car simulator which is connected with logitech G27. When a driver drives the vehicle, after it ends the following data in form of graphs (retrieved from his driving) appears on the screen:- Engine rpm vs time Gear vs time Speed vs time Engine power vs time Engine load vs time Instant fuel consumption vs tine Engine fuel rate vs time Engine torque vs time Do you think it's helpful for the car manufacturers/ engine builders? As the specs i have put as of now are of a particular car, they can easily just plug in there car specs and play it. After the play all this data appears that will definitely be of their use to anaylze? Plus I am also working on the fuel consumption mode in which the driver is guided how to drive the car for better fuel consumption. Your feedback is much appreciated. https://forms.office.com/Pages/ShareFormPage.aspx?id=LqsRFStQLU69aPZ59Um1ouwKaAHRgHdGll9jkGMJZh5UREREV0xZNFBaM0FURldZRFNOM0pTU1dEUS4u&sharetoken=uHhHDZwNEX5pIyADOqSM
2023.06.02 16:37 Nastyerror It's Season 21 and there's still only one realistic way to reach 100 Airborne Effectiveness: Heat Rises. Can we PLEASE make it easier to reach 100 AE?
It's not like being at 100 AE breaks the game. All it does it make it so shooting in the air feels like it does on the ground. Other than using Heat Rises, which gives +70 AE while active, there is effectively no way to reach 100 AE. There are ways, yes. Let me explain them.
There are four exotic armors that give +50 AE:
I hope I've illustrated how ridiculous it is to try to reach 100 AE in any way other than using Heat Rises. I don't want to have to use Mechaneer's Tricksleeves on Strand hunter with a sidearm with Elemental Capacitor, or use a hipfire-Malfeasance-only build with Lion Rampant on Titan. I just want my guns to feel good to shoot in the air again.
submitted by Nastyerror to DestinyTheGame [link] [comments]
There are four exotic armors that give +50 AE:
- Mechaneer's Tricksleeves (but only to sidearms)
- Lion Rampant (but only while hip-firing)
- Sealed Ahamkara's Grasps (but only for 5 seconds after dealing melee damage (??))
- Wings of Sacred Dawn (but you can't move while receiving the AE)
- Air Assault, which gives +12 (+47 after a kill, but only for 5 seconds)
- Elemental Capacitor, which gives +25 (but only on Strand)
- Perfect Float, which gives +30 (but only after being in combat for 6 seconds)
- Extended Mag, which gives +10
- Icarus Grip, which gives +15
- Thread of Ascent, which gives +30 (but only after activating your grenade)
- Whisper of Hedrons, which gives +20 (but only after freezing a target)
- Ember of Tempering, which gives +20 (but only after a solar weapon kill)
I hope I've illustrated how ridiculous it is to try to reach 100 AE in any way other than using Heat Rises. I don't want to have to use Mechaneer's Tricksleeves on Strand hunter with a sidearm with Elemental Capacitor, or use a hipfire-Malfeasance-only build with Lion Rampant on Titan. I just want my guns to feel good to shoot in the air again.
2023.06.02 16:37 Loud_Refrigerator_84 Heavy rockets
How to configure the sp artillery into using heavy rockets? It only has medium rockets
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2023.06.02 16:37 Kandoom6 The Living Death that Walks! Do we want to see him in the FF? Keep it Cosmic with the Annihilation Wave? What's the play?
 | James Gunn name-checked Annihilus as a character he wanted to use as far back as the 1st film, possibly as Rocket's creator (High Evolutionary obviously the better choice). How and where should he be introduced? submitted by Kandoom6 to marvelstudios [link] [comments] Annihilus photos by @nycosplayer , build by @marc.kandel w/ @nyc_fantasticfour https://www.instagram.com/p/Cs6NmqpL4yU/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== |
2023.06.02 16:37 nuclearbastard What weed is this and how can I get rid of it?
 | New homeowner in Tahoe Park. My yard is almost full of these oat-like weeds. Their seeds stick to clothing when they dry out, and they grow fast after mowing. submitted by nuclearbastard to Sacramento [link] [comments] Any tips on how to remove them? I'd prefer doing it without using harsh herbicides if possible (can I rent goats?), but if I need to spray, I'd prefer to use a specific weed killer rather than something broad. Thanks! |
2023.06.02 16:37 z7q2 A number crunch
1024 x 1024 x 256 x 256 x 256 = 17,592,186,044,416 possible images for a 1024 pixel square in RGB color, maybe less due to the effects of jpeg compression.
So, instead of trying to coax fantastic images out of Dall-e with words and phrases and massive amounts of computing power, maybe it will be quicker to just generate every possible image and use AI to indentify all the interesting ones? I'm curious how the computing energy spent would compare.
Just for our little implementation, of course. I know folks on other platform are making much larger works.
submitted by z7q2 to dalle2 [link] [comments]
So, instead of trying to coax fantastic images out of Dall-e with words and phrases and massive amounts of computing power, maybe it will be quicker to just generate every possible image and use AI to indentify all the interesting ones? I'm curious how the computing energy spent would compare.
Just for our little implementation, of course. I know folks on other platform are making much larger works.
2023.06.02 16:37 blankblank In 2023, the shoggoth was adopted as an Internet meme by A.I. researchers to describe the mysterious, black box nature of large language models that are used in chatbots such as ChatGPT, as well as how their true underlying models are prohibited from use by the general public.
 | submitted by blankblank to wikipedia [link] [comments] |
2023.06.02 16:37 eli7vh “I was where you were once” - a phrase spoken to try and relate, could also be taken as an attempt to gain superiority.
Be careful when using them. Add a disclaimer about how all paths are different.
Maybe something like “I hit those crossroads on my journey as well”
It may show that you are actively trying to be a better person, and not claiming that your path is the only one that works.
submitted by eli7vh to highdeas [link] [comments]
Maybe something like “I hit those crossroads on my journey as well”
It may show that you are actively trying to be a better person, and not claiming that your path is the only one that works.
2023.06.02 16:37 socialfoxes How would the world change if the arrival of "aliens" led to humanity learning that they originated in a distant part of the galaxy?
Hi,
Can I please pick your creative brains? I am having problems depicting how the world would change, once humans learned that not only do aliens exist, but that they are the aliens.
I am trying to write a story in which earth was a penal planet.
Essentially, homosapiens are not native to earth. They are actually members of an alien species whose ancestors were sent to a far distant penal colony (earth).
So humans originate on another planet.
Unfortunately, those banished to earth were not given any form of technology, and over the hundreds of thousands of years since, all knowledge of their origins has been lost.
It was actually Neanderthal who were native to earth, not Homosapiens.
It has been so long since earth was used a penal colony, that not even the archives on the original home world can remember much about it.
So, when an explorership comes across earth, and discovers that it's populated by humans, they mistakenly belive earth to be one of the outter colonies that was lost in the opening days of a civil war, that saw the fall of the first empire, and the rise of a commonwealth.
Believing that they have found a lost colony, they essentially announce their arrival and their intent to bring earth back into the fold, without realising that the humans of Earth have no idea who they even are.
By the time they realise their error, it's too late, they have revealed themselves, their technology and the truth.
Humans are an invasive species not native to earth. Instead, they come from a planet in the far reaches of the galaxy, and suddenly everything humanity knew about itself is wrong.
In such a scenario, how would the world change?
I am having trouble depicting the world after humanity has learned the truth.
submitted by socialfoxes to writers [link] [comments]
Can I please pick your creative brains? I am having problems depicting how the world would change, once humans learned that not only do aliens exist, but that they are the aliens.
I am trying to write a story in which earth was a penal planet.
Essentially, homosapiens are not native to earth. They are actually members of an alien species whose ancestors were sent to a far distant penal colony (earth).
So humans originate on another planet.
Unfortunately, those banished to earth were not given any form of technology, and over the hundreds of thousands of years since, all knowledge of their origins has been lost.
It was actually Neanderthal who were native to earth, not Homosapiens.
It has been so long since earth was used a penal colony, that not even the archives on the original home world can remember much about it.
So, when an explorership comes across earth, and discovers that it's populated by humans, they mistakenly belive earth to be one of the outter colonies that was lost in the opening days of a civil war, that saw the fall of the first empire, and the rise of a commonwealth.
Believing that they have found a lost colony, they essentially announce their arrival and their intent to bring earth back into the fold, without realising that the humans of Earth have no idea who they even are.
By the time they realise their error, it's too late, they have revealed themselves, their technology and the truth.
Humans are an invasive species not native to earth. Instead, they come from a planet in the far reaches of the galaxy, and suddenly everything humanity knew about itself is wrong.
In such a scenario, how would the world change?
I am having trouble depicting the world after humanity has learned the truth.
2023.06.02 16:36 LiftToFold Is my PC still good?
I have a whole new setup on the way fanatec direct drive and going with a dedicated rig. My question is how will my PC do? I have an I7-8700k with a 3070ti and I have been using it on Assetto Corsa pretty much maxed out settings and it’s been fine.
Will this pair good with a 34” 1440p monitor? That’s what I am throwing on the rig. Also interested in checking out VR with my Oculus Rift S. Will this be fine to run with it as well?
I’ll also be playing other games such as IRacing but figured Assetto was the most hardware intensive. I don’t plan on trying to maximize the refresh rate so that’s not a huge deal. Just wanna make sure I will be good running at a decent frame rate with this monitor and maybe even VR.
submitted by LiftToFold to simracing [link] [comments]
Will this pair good with a 34” 1440p monitor? That’s what I am throwing on the rig. Also interested in checking out VR with my Oculus Rift S. Will this be fine to run with it as well?
I’ll also be playing other games such as IRacing but figured Assetto was the most hardware intensive. I don’t plan on trying to maximize the refresh rate so that’s not a huge deal. Just wanna make sure I will be good running at a decent frame rate with this monitor and maybe even VR.
2023.06.02 16:36 ScotDoc22 Scottish Pay Offer Explainer
I've made a quick explainer of how much pay loss this deal means compared to 2021/22 alone!
These figures are for a full time Doctor on 50% banding which is the average across Scotland
Figures use CPI which doesn't account for housing costs whereas RPI does. So pay loss is likely even greater.
Remember we have lost even more since 2008
https://twitter.com/lewisthughes/status/1664636693352271876?s=46
submitted by ScotDoc22 to JuniorDoctorsUK [link] [comments]
These figures are for a full time Doctor on 50% banding which is the average across Scotland
Figures use CPI which doesn't account for housing costs whereas RPI does. So pay loss is likely even greater.
Remember we have lost even more since 2008
https://twitter.com/lewisthughes/status/1664636693352271876?s=46
2023.06.02 16:36 violentpandathefirst "Un-huh" in dialogues
I am currently on episode 4 of season 2. It is definitely a great show (from background music and story arc to character development and direction). However, I noticed that nearly all the major characters say "un-huh" repeatedly (sometimes 3-4 characters use the word within a single episode). I am not trying to take anything away from the series, but the repetition, once noticed, makes me wonder about the why and how of it. Did anyone else notice/experience this too?
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2023.06.02 16:36 Unique-Judge-5497 FEEDBACK ON MY FYP
FEEDBACK ON MY FYP
I have made a vehicle car simulator which is connected with logitech G27. When a driver drives the vehicle, after it ends the following data in form of graphs (retrieved from his driving) appears on the screen:- Engine rpm vs time Gear vs time Speed vs time Engine power vs time Engine load vs time Instant fuel consumption vs tine Engine fuel rate vs time Engine torque vs time Do you think it's helpful for the car manufacturers/ engine builders? As the specs i have put as of now are of a particular car, they can easily just plug in there car specs and play it. After the play all this data appears that will definitely be of their use to anaylze? Plus I am also working on the fuel consumption mode in which the driver is guided how to drive the car for better fuel consumption. Your feedback is much appreciated. https://forms.office.com/Pages/ShareFormPage.aspx?id=LqsRFStQLU69aPZ59Um1ouwKaAHRgHdGll9jkGMJZh5UREREV0xZNFBaM0FURldZRFNOM0pTU1dEUS4u&sharetoken=uHhHDZwNEX5pIyADOqSM
submitted by Unique-Judge-5497 to Engine [link] [comments]
I have made a vehicle car simulator which is connected with logitech G27. When a driver drives the vehicle, after it ends the following data in form of graphs (retrieved from his driving) appears on the screen:- Engine rpm vs time Gear vs time Speed vs time Engine power vs time Engine load vs time Instant fuel consumption vs tine Engine fuel rate vs time Engine torque vs time Do you think it's helpful for the car manufacturers/ engine builders? As the specs i have put as of now are of a particular car, they can easily just plug in there car specs and play it. After the play all this data appears that will definitely be of their use to anaylze? Plus I am also working on the fuel consumption mode in which the driver is guided how to drive the car for better fuel consumption. Your feedback is much appreciated. https://forms.office.com/Pages/ShareFormPage.aspx?id=LqsRFStQLU69aPZ59Um1ouwKaAHRgHdGll9jkGMJZh5UREREV0xZNFBaM0FURldZRFNOM0pTU1dEUS4u&sharetoken=uHhHDZwNEX5pIyADOqSM
2023.06.02 16:36 shecameupwithscoot [Recruiting] Zersive #2QV2YL8GL TH 6+ 600+ Trophies (0 for BB) Level 1
Hey there! I’m 2ennui, the leader of Zersive. We are an English speaking clan looking to recruit more members to help us grow! We have some requirements, but offer many things:
What we have to offer (hopefully)
Organized Discord Server
Frequent Wars
Hoping to do Clan Games and Clan Capital (once unlocked!)
Active Donators
Friendly community and environment
Requirements
Speak English
600+ Trophies (0 for Builder Base)
TH6+
Be talkative/active/donate
Participate in Clan Wars, Clan Games, and Clan Capital
Clan Games 1,000+
Join the Discord
How to join:
Request to join using Clan Code #2QV2YL8GL
Discord Invite: https://discord.gg/FqpBrHZRHU
Can’t wait to see you there!
submitted by shecameupwithscoot to ClashOfClansRecruit [link] [comments]
What we have to offer (hopefully)
Organized Discord Server
Frequent Wars
Hoping to do Clan Games and Clan Capital (once unlocked!)
Active Donators
Friendly community and environment
Requirements
Speak English
600+ Trophies (0 for Builder Base)
TH6+
Be talkative/active/donate
Participate in Clan Wars, Clan Games, and Clan Capital
Clan Games 1,000+
Join the Discord
How to join:
Request to join using Clan Code #2QV2YL8GL
Discord Invite: https://discord.gg/FqpBrHZRHU
Can’t wait to see you there!
2023.06.02 16:36 BlitzNeko Separating Manic states from comorbidities in Bipolar 1?
There seems to be a lot of overlapping pop ideas about cherry picked symptoms. How can we distinguish one from the other, what methods would be useful to find out?
submitted by BlitzNeko to askpsychology [link] [comments]
2023.06.02 16:36 jimjamming Unusual light mount bracket
 | submitted by jimjamming to DIYUK [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/403wh5nf8m3b1.png?width=1249&format=png&auto=webp&s=2d6eb3ddc8ca3191ab907a6f67ecca70529411fb Maybe I haven't hung up enough lights, but I have never seen this sort of mount before and I'm stuck on part 1. What am I supposed to do? Seems like I need to attach the bracket to the ceiling using these screws with sheath/nut, but how? Do I just drill a hole and hammer 4 in and screw on the nut underneath the bracket? There is nothing stopping the screw from spinning once I put in the nut/washer? Very confused! |
2023.06.02 16:36 nmuzekari Keeping lines straight using the Warp Tool?
How do you keep text lines straight while using the Warp Tool?
For example, if I wanted to bring one corner of a letter up, but I want it to stay straight as I do so ... ?
submitted by nmuzekari to AffinityDesigner [link] [comments]
For example, if I wanted to bring one corner of a letter up, but I want it to stay straight as I do so ... ?
2023.06.02 16:35 ProvenStrange The Ultimate Disguise
I’m not sure if this is the right place to be posting this, but I don’t know where else to go for help. I know that after I describe the events that just happened, the ones involved may come looking for me. I have decided it’s worth the risk though. I’m still pretty shaken up, but I’m going to do my best to recall everything exactly as it happened. If something similar has happened to you or anyone you know, and you could advise me what to do next, I would really appreciate it. It might actually save my life.
Last night wasn’t the first time I had been woken up by a sound coming from the wall behind my bed. It sounded like something LARGE and HEAVY sliding along the other side of the wall. It was especially odd, because I didn’t think there was anything on the other side of that wall. I thought I had heard it several nights before this one, but was never certain if I had dreamt it or not. This time though, I knew I was awake. I was lying in bed next to my husband, Jason. I had my eyes closed, while trying to fall asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fight Jason and I had a couple hours before. He told me in the five years we had been married, he had never seen me like this— a complete shell of the person I once was. He told me that I had let my paranoia completely consume me. I could tell he was deeply concerned, but also frustrated with my lack of effort to dispel it. I knew that even if I was honest about what I was worrying about though, he would not understand.
I slowly sat up in bed, straining to listen for another sound. Maybe it was some kind of animal? It sounded much too large to be a raccoon though, and bears are not common in our area. As I slowly leaned in closer to the wall, my heart jolted as I heard a very loud, THUMP THUMP. It sounded like a deliberate pounding on the other side of the wall, almost as if it was trying to get my attention.
In a low whisper, I immediately called out to Jason as he slept next to me. How could he have slept through that? He didn’t even stir, so I called his name again and tried touching his shoulder. He continued to sleep like a baby. I was about to call his name one more time when I remembered that my paranoia was the main reason for our fight earlier. Would he even believe me? I sat in the dark for a few more minutes before deciding to get up and investigate myself.
As I made my way downstairs, I caught a glimpse of a photo of the two of us from our honeymoon. Although it was from only five years ago, Jason and I looked so much younger. It was probably due to the fact that we were smiling so big. I have been trying so hard to be that happy girl in the photo for him and for me, but recently, I haven’t even come close.
I decided to start my investigation of the mysterious sound with the garage, since it is located directly under our bedroom. I flipped the light on and scanned the room from wall to wall, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Everything looked the way it was supposed to. Our car was parked out on the street that night, so the garage was just a large, echoey room. Gardening tools, storage containers, cleaning supples and various pieces of sporting equipment packed the shelves along the far wall. There was also a small stockpile of food and water Jason liked to keep just in case of a disaster. Remember, being paranoid is my thing though…
I made my way over to the shelves to see if anything could have made a noise like the one I heard. As I was halfway across the garage, I heard a loud SLAM come from above me. My eyes darted up to the attic door in the ceiling and the pull string that dangled from it. The string was slowly swaying from left to right.
Great. That’s normal, right? I never realized that our bedroom shared a wall with the attic until now. I thought hard about running upstairs to get Jason’s help. That would be the most logical thing to do, but just as I was about to do that, I had this feeling. I had a very faint idea of what could be the source of the disturbance, but knew that it would defy logic. I also knew that based on the five weeks we had been together, if there was even the slightest chance that my suspicion was correct about the source of the noise, Jason would not understand— nor would he even be willing to help me deal with it. If I was going to be able to protect the both of us, I knew I had to deal with this myself.
I walked over to the attic door and grabbed the pull string. With a loud CREEEAAAAK the door slowly swung down. I grabbed the ladder attached to the door and unfolded it down to the ground. I directed my attention back up to the ceiling, and stared into the black hole that was the attic entrance.
My eyes strained to make out anything inside, while I waited for something— anything to come out of the darkness. I turned to the shelf next to me and grabbed a flashlight. After pointing it toward the black hole in the ceiling, I still couldn’t make out anything, so I contemplated my options. Less thinking, just do, Mel. I knew that if I waited any longer, my thoughts would scare me into complete paralysis, so I began to climb. With each step, the ladder let out a painful creak. This ladder was as old as the house, and I have no idea if it was ever inspected. The way it would bend under my very minimal bodyweight made me realize the very real possibility that it could give out at any time. We really need to have this thing inspected…
The black hole grew bigger and bigger with each step. I held my breath the whole time, ready for either the ladder to crumble beneath me or something to emerge from the darkness. Thankfully, neither of those things happened. Once my head breached the attic opening, I remembered to breathe, and drew in a large breath of stale, musty air.
I scanned the attic with my flashlight. It wasn’t really a room— more just a storage space between the ceiling of the garage and the roof of the house. The ceiling formed a triangle with the highest point being only five feet tall. As I slowly panned my flashlight across the space, its beam revealed various objects in storage— an old dollhouse, a large shop vacuum, a full-sized scarecrow, a snow shovel, a vintage suitcase, a pair of kayak paddles, several boxes, and lots of Christmas and Halloween decorations. The holiday decorations appeared pretty unsettling in the beam of the flashlight…probably because a lot of them had faces that were looking back at me. The witch especially gave me the creeps with her pale, green skin, hands covered in warts, and open mouth full of yellow teeth. Oh and don’t forget the random Christmas elf’s detached head just resting on top of a box with its single, beady eye reflecting back at me! Why does it only have one eye?? Why is its head not with its body?? Why do we even have this thing??
After doing a full scan of the space with my flashlight, I reached behind me to turn on the attic light. The second the light turned on, I jumped as I heard the sound of movement coming from the pile of junk in front of me. I held my breath and stared long and hard, while looking for any sign of movement. THAT WITCH BETTER NOT MOVE, I SWEAR. After a long minute of waiting, nothing had moved in the slightest.
Just as I was letting out my long awaited exhale, a loud, “BWAK BWAK BWAK,” erupted from my right side. I whipped my head around to reveal a plush toy of a chicken lying on the floor on its side.
“BWAK BWAK BWAK,” its electronic voice box cried out again. I looked around, wondering what could have caused it to go off. The floorboards beneath me creaked as I crawled my way over to the plush chicken and picked it up. I stared into its black, soulless eyes. There was something about this chicken. It felt too personal for some reason— almost like it was a taunt. Then, I heard the sound of movement coming from the pile of junk again. I looked back and could have sworn one of the objects had moved. Was it the witch? The scarecrow? I couldn’t tell for sure.
I waited several seconds before directing my attention back to the chicken. That’s when I noticed something behind it. About 4 feet up from the floor, there was a very small hole in the wall about the size of a pea. I put my eye up to it, and my stomach lurched. Through the hole, I could see right into my bedroom. I couldn’t see the bed so well, but I could make out pretty much anything at eye level. Whoever or WHATEVER was in the attic could have been watching us this whole time. From inside the bedroom, the hole was positioned just under one of the framed pictures hanging on the wall. The shadow from the frame must have concealed it all this time. I could feel my heart rate begin to drastically accelerate. I turned back to the pile of junk, since whoever or whatever was in the attic with me must be hiding somewhere in that pile.
That’s when I noticed what had changed. Earlier, the scarecrow was sitting upright with its back against a box, but now it was slumped over with one hand extended out toward me. And was it closer?? I stared at its still, faceless head hidden in shadow beneath the brim of a wide, black farmer’s hat. I looked for any sign of life in its body, which wore a red flannel shirt covered in hay and stained khaki pants with patches on the knees. I began to hyperventilate. Come on, Mel! If you have a panic attack now, you are done for!
I slowly backed away from the scarecrow until I heard a loud CRUNCH under my feet. I looked down and saw that I had stepped on an empty plastic water bottle. I gasped in horror as I noticed several other empty water bottles along with empty food cans and a pile of blankets resembling a makeshift bed. SOMEONE WAS LIVING IN OUR ATTIC.
Before I could react, I heard fast stomping coming right toward me. I looked up and saw the scarecrow LUNGING for me. I fell onto my back with my eyes closed, and braced for the inevitable. I heard the sound of movement, the creaking of the ladder, and then all was silent. My eyes slowly opened. The scarecrow had vanished.
I crawled over to the attic entrance in the floor. The garage light below had now been switched off, so the way down was nothing but a black void. I grabbed the flashlight and pointed it down into the garage. I let out a gasp as I saw the scarecrow standing directly at the bottom of the ladder facing up at me. I wanted to scream, but nothing was coming out. It stood there perfectly still…almost too still for a person to be inside of it. Was this a person?? I waited and waited until…it CHARGED at the ladder, making its way toward me.
I frantically dove toward the pile of junk and grabbed a paddle to defend myself. When I turned back to the ladder, the scarecrow was gone. There was only the rickety ladder and the black void below me. I gave myself a few seconds to catch my breath. If I was in fact dealing with what I suspected I was dealing with, I had a right to be scared out of my mind. I also knew that I couldn’t let it get to Jason first. Whatever this thing was, I had to stop it.
After taking a deep breath, I made my way down the ladder. I held my flashlight in one hand and the paddle in the other. I made sure to alternate the flashlight between the steps below me and the rest of the garage. If the scarecrow was able to knock me off the ladder, I would be done for. When my feet finally touched the concrete floor, I wanted to let out a sigh of relief, but I knew the fight was still ahead of me….or maybe behind me. It was so dark, the scarecrow really could have been anywhere.
If I could just make it to the door to the house, I knew I could flip on the light, spot the scarecrow, and charge it with everything I had. I walked as fast as I could toward the door, whipping my flashlight in all directions. I only got halfway through the garage when I heard a loud squeaking noise to my left. I knew I wasn’t getting the chance to make it to the light switch. I slowly turned my flashlight to reveal the scarecrow slumped over and sitting on an old, red Radio Flyer wagon.
This was it. I knew that the element of surprise was all I had.
I charged at it with everything inside of me. I swung the paddle again and again with all of my strength. I wouldn’t let this thing ruin the life I had worked so hard to obtain. I didn’t stop swinging until the scarecrow was completely facedown on the ground. My rage turned to fear as I slowly sensed something was off. I realized the scarecrow’s torso had become completely separated from its legs during the beating. My heart nearly stopped when I finally realized that there was nothing inside of the scarecrow but hay.
I poked its body a few times before I noticed a trail of straw leading away from it. Wherever this trail led to, I knew it wasn’t going to be good. As I followed the trail of hay with my flashlight in one hand, I shakily held my paddle in the other, ready to strike again. The trail curled away from me until it ended at A PAIR OF BARE HUMAN FEET. I let out a quiet scream as I tilted my flashlight up as fast as I could and—WHAM! I could barely make out the image of a metal baseball bat whirling toward my head before everything went black.
I woke up only a few seconds later on the garage floor with my head throbbing in pain. My vision was fuzzy, but I could see there was a shape standing in front of me. It was backlit by the light of my flashlight, which had rolled away from me. It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus on the pair of bare, dirty feet in front of me, covered in hay. As I slowly tilted my head up, I could see those feet were attached to a pair of legs wearing tattered pants. Those legs were attached to a body with two arms— one holding a metal baseball bat. The body was attached to a head, and on that head, was a face. It was exactly the face I feared I would see. It was the face of a woman with the exact same face as me— the face of Melody Bennett.
“No,” I gasped. “How did—“
Melody stared at me with rage in her eyes. Pieces of hay covered her hair.
I turned my head to the side and looked at the scarecrow’s lifeless, empty body next to me. Then, I turned and looked at Melody’s hay-covered feet.
I have to admit it now. Wearing the scarecrow as a disguise was a brilliant strategy. She really took a page from my book of deception and used it against me.
“Your life was mine,” I began to cry with eyes full of fear. “I took it from you.”
“I’m taking it back,” she declared and raised her bat high.
I tried to let out a scream, but it was too late. She was already on top of me. Whaling on me with the speed and aggression of a wild animal. She struck my head with the baseball bat again and again. With each blow, I could feel my face start to change out of the face of Melody and back into its natural form. First, my mouth morphed away, followed by my nose, and then my ears. Just as she was about to swing what would have been the killing blow, I threw my hand up and grabbed the bat. Both of us were now struggling for control of the bat. That’s when I could see my true face reflected in Melody’s eyes. My two eyes were wide and bulging, completely filled with terror. My other features were completely gone. Smooth skin was now in their place. I looked into Melody’s eyes as we struggled with the bat. This was a woman that would stop at nothing to take back her life and be rid of me. I wasn’t going to win this fight. I had to escape.
My fear somehow gave me enough adrenaline to throw her off of me. I knew I only had a second before she would be on top of me again, so I booked it out of the house as fast as I could.
I didn’t stop running until I was across the street hidden in the shadows of a neighbor’s tree. I turned back to see Melody standing in front of her house blocking any hope I had of going back there to her beautiful, lovely life— a life, which she had taken for granted until now. She had the last five weeks to think about it as she was living in the attic. All that time, she watched helplessly behind the wall of her own bedroom as I, an imposter wearing her face, tried my best to pass as her. She had all that time to watch me, study my weaknesses, and devise a plan to take her life back.
From across the street, I watched as she took in one last big breath, smelling the fresh air and appreciating the world she had once taken for granted. She slowly exhaled before walking confidently back into her house and locking me out for good.
I can’t tell you how frustrated I am that this one didn’t work out for me. I thought for sure that I had killed Melody before I had replaced her. I thought for sure that I was going to get to live in her place forever. I won’t make the same mistake again. Next time, I will make sure the person I am replacing is actually dead.
I know most of you reading this will probably think I’m just a normal person making this story up to scare you. I was counting on that. You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you that there are many like me living among you.
To those of you that are like me, please let me know if you have had a similarly frustrating experience. Besides the very obvious mistake I already mentioned, what can I do differently next time? If you have any advice or know anything else I did wrong, please tell me.
I just want to find a nice life and be happy like everyone else. Why does it have to be this difficult?
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Last night wasn’t the first time I had been woken up by a sound coming from the wall behind my bed. It sounded like something LARGE and HEAVY sliding along the other side of the wall. It was especially odd, because I didn’t think there was anything on the other side of that wall. I thought I had heard it several nights before this one, but was never certain if I had dreamt it or not. This time though, I knew I was awake. I was lying in bed next to my husband, Jason. I had my eyes closed, while trying to fall asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fight Jason and I had a couple hours before. He told me in the five years we had been married, he had never seen me like this— a complete shell of the person I once was. He told me that I had let my paranoia completely consume me. I could tell he was deeply concerned, but also frustrated with my lack of effort to dispel it. I knew that even if I was honest about what I was worrying about though, he would not understand.
I slowly sat up in bed, straining to listen for another sound. Maybe it was some kind of animal? It sounded much too large to be a raccoon though, and bears are not common in our area. As I slowly leaned in closer to the wall, my heart jolted as I heard a very loud, THUMP THUMP. It sounded like a deliberate pounding on the other side of the wall, almost as if it was trying to get my attention.
In a low whisper, I immediately called out to Jason as he slept next to me. How could he have slept through that? He didn’t even stir, so I called his name again and tried touching his shoulder. He continued to sleep like a baby. I was about to call his name one more time when I remembered that my paranoia was the main reason for our fight earlier. Would he even believe me? I sat in the dark for a few more minutes before deciding to get up and investigate myself.
As I made my way downstairs, I caught a glimpse of a photo of the two of us from our honeymoon. Although it was from only five years ago, Jason and I looked so much younger. It was probably due to the fact that we were smiling so big. I have been trying so hard to be that happy girl in the photo for him and for me, but recently, I haven’t even come close.
I decided to start my investigation of the mysterious sound with the garage, since it is located directly under our bedroom. I flipped the light on and scanned the room from wall to wall, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Everything looked the way it was supposed to. Our car was parked out on the street that night, so the garage was just a large, echoey room. Gardening tools, storage containers, cleaning supples and various pieces of sporting equipment packed the shelves along the far wall. There was also a small stockpile of food and water Jason liked to keep just in case of a disaster. Remember, being paranoid is my thing though…
I made my way over to the shelves to see if anything could have made a noise like the one I heard. As I was halfway across the garage, I heard a loud SLAM come from above me. My eyes darted up to the attic door in the ceiling and the pull string that dangled from it. The string was slowly swaying from left to right.
Great. That’s normal, right? I never realized that our bedroom shared a wall with the attic until now. I thought hard about running upstairs to get Jason’s help. That would be the most logical thing to do, but just as I was about to do that, I had this feeling. I had a very faint idea of what could be the source of the disturbance, but knew that it would defy logic. I also knew that based on the five weeks we had been together, if there was even the slightest chance that my suspicion was correct about the source of the noise, Jason would not understand— nor would he even be willing to help me deal with it. If I was going to be able to protect the both of us, I knew I had to deal with this myself.
I walked over to the attic door and grabbed the pull string. With a loud CREEEAAAAK the door slowly swung down. I grabbed the ladder attached to the door and unfolded it down to the ground. I directed my attention back up to the ceiling, and stared into the black hole that was the attic entrance.
My eyes strained to make out anything inside, while I waited for something— anything to come out of the darkness. I turned to the shelf next to me and grabbed a flashlight. After pointing it toward the black hole in the ceiling, I still couldn’t make out anything, so I contemplated my options. Less thinking, just do, Mel. I knew that if I waited any longer, my thoughts would scare me into complete paralysis, so I began to climb. With each step, the ladder let out a painful creak. This ladder was as old as the house, and I have no idea if it was ever inspected. The way it would bend under my very minimal bodyweight made me realize the very real possibility that it could give out at any time. We really need to have this thing inspected…
The black hole grew bigger and bigger with each step. I held my breath the whole time, ready for either the ladder to crumble beneath me or something to emerge from the darkness. Thankfully, neither of those things happened. Once my head breached the attic opening, I remembered to breathe, and drew in a large breath of stale, musty air.
I scanned the attic with my flashlight. It wasn’t really a room— more just a storage space between the ceiling of the garage and the roof of the house. The ceiling formed a triangle with the highest point being only five feet tall. As I slowly panned my flashlight across the space, its beam revealed various objects in storage— an old dollhouse, a large shop vacuum, a full-sized scarecrow, a snow shovel, a vintage suitcase, a pair of kayak paddles, several boxes, and lots of Christmas and Halloween decorations. The holiday decorations appeared pretty unsettling in the beam of the flashlight…probably because a lot of them had faces that were looking back at me. The witch especially gave me the creeps with her pale, green skin, hands covered in warts, and open mouth full of yellow teeth. Oh and don’t forget the random Christmas elf’s detached head just resting on top of a box with its single, beady eye reflecting back at me! Why does it only have one eye?? Why is its head not with its body?? Why do we even have this thing??
After doing a full scan of the space with my flashlight, I reached behind me to turn on the attic light. The second the light turned on, I jumped as I heard the sound of movement coming from the pile of junk in front of me. I held my breath and stared long and hard, while looking for any sign of movement. THAT WITCH BETTER NOT MOVE, I SWEAR. After a long minute of waiting, nothing had moved in the slightest.
Just as I was letting out my long awaited exhale, a loud, “BWAK BWAK BWAK,” erupted from my right side. I whipped my head around to reveal a plush toy of a chicken lying on the floor on its side.
“BWAK BWAK BWAK,” its electronic voice box cried out again. I looked around, wondering what could have caused it to go off. The floorboards beneath me creaked as I crawled my way over to the plush chicken and picked it up. I stared into its black, soulless eyes. There was something about this chicken. It felt too personal for some reason— almost like it was a taunt. Then, I heard the sound of movement coming from the pile of junk again. I looked back and could have sworn one of the objects had moved. Was it the witch? The scarecrow? I couldn’t tell for sure.
I waited several seconds before directing my attention back to the chicken. That’s when I noticed something behind it. About 4 feet up from the floor, there was a very small hole in the wall about the size of a pea. I put my eye up to it, and my stomach lurched. Through the hole, I could see right into my bedroom. I couldn’t see the bed so well, but I could make out pretty much anything at eye level. Whoever or WHATEVER was in the attic could have been watching us this whole time. From inside the bedroom, the hole was positioned just under one of the framed pictures hanging on the wall. The shadow from the frame must have concealed it all this time. I could feel my heart rate begin to drastically accelerate. I turned back to the pile of junk, since whoever or whatever was in the attic with me must be hiding somewhere in that pile.
That’s when I noticed what had changed. Earlier, the scarecrow was sitting upright with its back against a box, but now it was slumped over with one hand extended out toward me. And was it closer?? I stared at its still, faceless head hidden in shadow beneath the brim of a wide, black farmer’s hat. I looked for any sign of life in its body, which wore a red flannel shirt covered in hay and stained khaki pants with patches on the knees. I began to hyperventilate. Come on, Mel! If you have a panic attack now, you are done for!
I slowly backed away from the scarecrow until I heard a loud CRUNCH under my feet. I looked down and saw that I had stepped on an empty plastic water bottle. I gasped in horror as I noticed several other empty water bottles along with empty food cans and a pile of blankets resembling a makeshift bed. SOMEONE WAS LIVING IN OUR ATTIC.
Before I could react, I heard fast stomping coming right toward me. I looked up and saw the scarecrow LUNGING for me. I fell onto my back with my eyes closed, and braced for the inevitable. I heard the sound of movement, the creaking of the ladder, and then all was silent. My eyes slowly opened. The scarecrow had vanished.
I crawled over to the attic entrance in the floor. The garage light below had now been switched off, so the way down was nothing but a black void. I grabbed the flashlight and pointed it down into the garage. I let out a gasp as I saw the scarecrow standing directly at the bottom of the ladder facing up at me. I wanted to scream, but nothing was coming out. It stood there perfectly still…almost too still for a person to be inside of it. Was this a person?? I waited and waited until…it CHARGED at the ladder, making its way toward me.
I frantically dove toward the pile of junk and grabbed a paddle to defend myself. When I turned back to the ladder, the scarecrow was gone. There was only the rickety ladder and the black void below me. I gave myself a few seconds to catch my breath. If I was in fact dealing with what I suspected I was dealing with, I had a right to be scared out of my mind. I also knew that I couldn’t let it get to Jason first. Whatever this thing was, I had to stop it.
After taking a deep breath, I made my way down the ladder. I held my flashlight in one hand and the paddle in the other. I made sure to alternate the flashlight between the steps below me and the rest of the garage. If the scarecrow was able to knock me off the ladder, I would be done for. When my feet finally touched the concrete floor, I wanted to let out a sigh of relief, but I knew the fight was still ahead of me….or maybe behind me. It was so dark, the scarecrow really could have been anywhere.
If I could just make it to the door to the house, I knew I could flip on the light, spot the scarecrow, and charge it with everything I had. I walked as fast as I could toward the door, whipping my flashlight in all directions. I only got halfway through the garage when I heard a loud squeaking noise to my left. I knew I wasn’t getting the chance to make it to the light switch. I slowly turned my flashlight to reveal the scarecrow slumped over and sitting on an old, red Radio Flyer wagon.
This was it. I knew that the element of surprise was all I had.
I charged at it with everything inside of me. I swung the paddle again and again with all of my strength. I wouldn’t let this thing ruin the life I had worked so hard to obtain. I didn’t stop swinging until the scarecrow was completely facedown on the ground. My rage turned to fear as I slowly sensed something was off. I realized the scarecrow’s torso had become completely separated from its legs during the beating. My heart nearly stopped when I finally realized that there was nothing inside of the scarecrow but hay.
I poked its body a few times before I noticed a trail of straw leading away from it. Wherever this trail led to, I knew it wasn’t going to be good. As I followed the trail of hay with my flashlight in one hand, I shakily held my paddle in the other, ready to strike again. The trail curled away from me until it ended at A PAIR OF BARE HUMAN FEET. I let out a quiet scream as I tilted my flashlight up as fast as I could and—WHAM! I could barely make out the image of a metal baseball bat whirling toward my head before everything went black.
I woke up only a few seconds later on the garage floor with my head throbbing in pain. My vision was fuzzy, but I could see there was a shape standing in front of me. It was backlit by the light of my flashlight, which had rolled away from me. It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus on the pair of bare, dirty feet in front of me, covered in hay. As I slowly tilted my head up, I could see those feet were attached to a pair of legs wearing tattered pants. Those legs were attached to a body with two arms— one holding a metal baseball bat. The body was attached to a head, and on that head, was a face. It was exactly the face I feared I would see. It was the face of a woman with the exact same face as me— the face of Melody Bennett.
“No,” I gasped. “How did—“
Melody stared at me with rage in her eyes. Pieces of hay covered her hair.
I turned my head to the side and looked at the scarecrow’s lifeless, empty body next to me. Then, I turned and looked at Melody’s hay-covered feet.
I have to admit it now. Wearing the scarecrow as a disguise was a brilliant strategy. She really took a page from my book of deception and used it against me.
“Your life was mine,” I began to cry with eyes full of fear. “I took it from you.”
“I’m taking it back,” she declared and raised her bat high.
I tried to let out a scream, but it was too late. She was already on top of me. Whaling on me with the speed and aggression of a wild animal. She struck my head with the baseball bat again and again. With each blow, I could feel my face start to change out of the face of Melody and back into its natural form. First, my mouth morphed away, followed by my nose, and then my ears. Just as she was about to swing what would have been the killing blow, I threw my hand up and grabbed the bat. Both of us were now struggling for control of the bat. That’s when I could see my true face reflected in Melody’s eyes. My two eyes were wide and bulging, completely filled with terror. My other features were completely gone. Smooth skin was now in their place. I looked into Melody’s eyes as we struggled with the bat. This was a woman that would stop at nothing to take back her life and be rid of me. I wasn’t going to win this fight. I had to escape.
My fear somehow gave me enough adrenaline to throw her off of me. I knew I only had a second before she would be on top of me again, so I booked it out of the house as fast as I could.
I didn’t stop running until I was across the street hidden in the shadows of a neighbor’s tree. I turned back to see Melody standing in front of her house blocking any hope I had of going back there to her beautiful, lovely life— a life, which she had taken for granted until now. She had the last five weeks to think about it as she was living in the attic. All that time, she watched helplessly behind the wall of her own bedroom as I, an imposter wearing her face, tried my best to pass as her. She had all that time to watch me, study my weaknesses, and devise a plan to take her life back.
From across the street, I watched as she took in one last big breath, smelling the fresh air and appreciating the world she had once taken for granted. She slowly exhaled before walking confidently back into her house and locking me out for good.
I can’t tell you how frustrated I am that this one didn’t work out for me. I thought for sure that I had killed Melody before I had replaced her. I thought for sure that I was going to get to live in her place forever. I won’t make the same mistake again. Next time, I will make sure the person I am replacing is actually dead.
I know most of you reading this will probably think I’m just a normal person making this story up to scare you. I was counting on that. You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you that there are many like me living among you.
To those of you that are like me, please let me know if you have had a similarly frustrating experience. Besides the very obvious mistake I already mentioned, what can I do differently next time? If you have any advice or know anything else I did wrong, please tell me.
I just want to find a nice life and be happy like everyone else. Why does it have to be this difficult?
2023.06.02 16:35 shecameupwithscoot [Recruiting] Zersive #2QV2YL8GL TH 6+ 600+ Trophies (0 for BB) Level 1
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2023.06.02 16:35 failtality Can't get a simple script (convert PgDn to F12) to work
I just started using AutoHotKey and somehow I don't seem to be understanding the basics of how it works.
I saw this in the tutorial:
Things I have tried that have not worked:
attempt 1 (Looking at the guide, as far as I can tell, this should have worked. The other attempts were guesses to try to understand what was wrong because looking at the guide wasn't setting me straight.)
attempt 2
attempt 3
I do not understand what I am doing wrong.
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I saw this in the tutorial:
^j:: Send, My First Script returnThat looked like it should be simple to adapt to make pressing pagedown cause F12 to be pressed instead.
Things I have tried that have not worked:
attempt 1 (Looking at the guide, as far as I can tell, this should have worked. The other attempts were guesses to try to understand what was wrong because looking at the guide wasn't setting me straight.)
#Requires AutoHotkey v2.0 PgDn:: Send, {F12} return Error: Function calls require a space or "(". Use comma only between parameters.attempt 2
#Requires AutoHotkey v2.0 PgDn:: Send, F12 return(same error)
attempt 3
#Requires AutoHotkey v2.0 {PgDn}:: Send, {F12} return Error: Unexpected "}" (but from looking at the guide I was expecting {} before :: to be wrong)I do not understand what I am doing wrong.