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Lodge Cast Iron pans are bottom of the barrel. Almost every other brand is superior

2023.06.03 00:27 IAmTaka_VG Lodge Cast Iron pans are bottom of the barrel. Almost every other brand is superior

I cook almost exclusively with cast iron. Like many people when I wanted to get into it and reduce all of my pans down to only a single egg teflon pan. I went online and found overwhelmingly Lodge to be the number one choice for multiple reasons.
Well the following years I grew an impressive collection of almost 10 different Lodge pans. From griddles, skillets, woks, dutch ovens, and of course frying pans of all sizes.
However about two years ago I was gifted a pamper chef cast iron from a family member. I obviously scoffed at such trash. However as I began using it I almost immediately noticed the Pampered Chef pan cleaned easier. It's pre-done seasoning was far superior and the pan had a smoother, almost glass texture compared to Lodge's very rough and bumper nature.
This puzzled me, so I went out and bought some Henkles pans and to my surprise, it was also far smoother and easier to maintain. This in the years has sent me down a rabbit hole of replacing everything Lodge with better items. I've given away ALL my Lodge pans to friends and families and have in my journey tested multiple brands, every single one of them whether cheaper or more expensive beating Lodge with ease.
I now have almost exclusively Staub cookware and absolutely cannot stand Lodge cookwear anymore. It chips, it rusts, things stick to it more despite me reseasoning it almost after every use.
(for context after every cook I scrap and clean the pan without soap, then I rub down with oil and leave in a hot oven to season. If the oven isn't hot I just leave the pan in there anyway until the next cook so my oven often has multiple pans in there at any time I manage).
TLDR: Lodge is bottom barrel, open your kitchens to other brands and you'll be surprised just how much easier maintaining cast iron is.
Lodge's only talent is it's extensive marketing campaign.
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2023.06.03 00:23 JoshAsdvgi The Heaven-sought Bride

The Heaven-sought Bride
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A brother and sister left destitute by the death of their father, a chief of the Chinooks, were forced to go hunting sea-otters every day to obtain a livelihood.
As they hunted the mists came down, and with them the Supernatural People, one of whom became enamoured of the girl.
The ghostly husband sent his wife gifts of stranded timber and whale-meat, so that when her son was born she might want for nothing.
The mischievous Blue Jay, hearing of the abundance of meat in the young chief's house, apprised his own chief of the circumstance and brought all the village to share it.
The Supernatural People, annoyed that their bounty should be thus misused, abducted the young chief's sister, along with her child.
The woman's aunt, the Crow, gathered many potentilla and other roots, placed them in her canoe, and put out to sea.
She came to the country of the Supernatural Folk, and when they saw her approaching they all ran down to the beach to greet her.
They greedily snatched at the roots she had brought with her and devoured them, eating the most succulent and throwing away those that were not so much to their taste.
The Crow soon found her niece, who laughed at her for bringing such fare to such a land.
"Do you think they are men that you bring them potentilla roots?" she cried.
"They only eat certain of the roots you have fetched hither because they have magical properties.
The next time you come bring the sort of roots they seized upon--and you can also bring a basket of potentilla roots for me."
She then called upon a dog which was gambolling close at hand.
"Take this dog," she said to the Crow.
"It belongs to your grand-nephew.
When you come near the shore say, 'Catch a whale, dog,' and see what happens."
The Crow bade farewell to her niece, and, re-entering her canoe, steered for the world of mortals again.
The dog lay quietly in the stern. When about half-way across the Crow recollected her niece's
advice.
"Catch a whale, good dog," she cried encouragingly.
The dog arose, and at that moment a whale crossed the path of the canoe.
The dog sank his teeth in the great fish, and the frail bark rocked violently.
"Hold him fast, good fellow!" cried the Crow excitedly. "Hold him fast!"
But the canoe tossed so dangerously and shipped so much water that in a great fright she bade the dog let go. He did so, and lay down in the stern again.
The Crow arrived at the world of men once more, and after landing turned round to call her wonderful dog ashore.
But no trace of him was visible.
He had disappeared.
Once more the Crow gathered many roots and plants, taking especial care to collect a good supply of the sort the Supernatural People were fond of, and gathering only a small basket of potentilla.
For the second time she crossed over to the land of the Divine Beings, who, on espying her succulent cargo, devoured it at once.
She carried the potentilla roots to her niece, and when in her house noticed the dog she had received and lost. Her niece informed her that she should not have ordered the animal to seize the whale in mid-ocean, but should
have waited until she was nearer the land.
The Crow departed once more, taking the dog with her.
When they approached the land of men the Crow called to the animal to catch a whale, but it stirred not.
Then the Crow poured some water over him, and he started up and killed a large whale, the carcass of which drifted on to the beach, when the people came down and cut it up for food.
Some time after this the young chief expressed a desire to go to see his sister, so his people manned a large canoe and set forth.
The chief of the Supernatural People, observing their approach, warned his subjects that the mortals might do something to their disadvantage, and by means of magic he covered the sea with ice.
The air became exceedingly cold, so cold, indeed, that Blue Jay, who had accompanied the young chief, leapt into the water.
At this one of the Supernatural People on shore laughed and cried out: "Ha, ha! Blue Jay has drowned himself!"
At this taunt the young chief in the canoe arose, and,
taking the ice which covered the surface of the sea, cast it away.
At sight of such power the Supernatural Folk became much alarmed.
The chief and his followers now came to land, and, walking up the beach, found it deserted.
Not a single Supernatural Person was to be seen.
Espying the chief's house, however, the Chinooks approached it.
It was guarded by sea-lions, one at each side of the door. The chief cautiously warned his people against attempting an entrance.
But the irrepressible Blue Jay tried to leap past the sea-lions, and got severely bitten for his pains.
Howling dismally, he rushed seaward.
The young chief, annoyed that the Divine Beings should have cause for laughter against any of his people, now darted forward, seized the monsters one in each hand, and hurled them far away.
At this second feat the Supernatural Folk set up a hubbub of rage and dismay, which was turned to loud laughter when Blue Jay claimed the deed as his, loudly chanting his own praises.
The Chinooks, taking heart, entered the lodge.
But the Supernatural Folk vanished, leaving only the chief's sister behind.
The Chinooks had had nothing to eat since leaving their own country, and Blue Jay, who, like most worthless folk, was always hungry, complained loudly that he was famished.
His brother Robin sullenly ordered him to be silent. Suddenly a Supernatural Being with a long beak emerged from under the bed, and, splitting wood with his beak,
kindled a large fire.
"Robin," said Blue Jay, "that is the spirit of our great-grandfather's slave."
Soon the house was full of smoke, and a voice was heard calling out for the Smoke-eater.
An individual with an enormous belly made his
appearance, and swallowed all the smoke, so that the house became light.
A small dish was brought, containing only one piece of meat.
But the mysterious voice called for the Whale-meat-cutter, who appeared, and sliced the fragment so with his beak that the plate was full to overflowing.
Then he blew upon it, and it became a large canoe
full of meat, which the Chinooks finished, much to the amazement of the Supernatural People.
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2023.06.03 00:23 RockTheMicRight Tough Year, First ER Tomorrow, My Story So Far

TW: High-Risk Pregnancy, Live Birth, Gene Variant, Pregnancy Loss, Mental Health, The Longest Post Ever
Hello friends, I'm pretty new here. Been lurking & learning from you. I have been a single mom of a child with special needs for over 13 years. Having another child (and hopefully a healthy partnership) has been the deepest desire of my heart for a long time. Been doing the work in talk therapy for decades to be able to be a healthy parent & partner. Started the testing & pre-reqs for egg-freezing a few years ago. At the time, money was a big obstacle. Also, Covid SUCKED. Fast forward to 2022-2023, which became one of the hardest years of my life, & I'm feeling an unprecedented level of global uncertainty. Helped two family members through major health crises last year, had skin cancer, lost a loved one, have had my own worsening health issues. I have been clinging onto hope & faith. Tomorrow is my first ER, & after a virtual appt with my doc today I don't feel very hopeful ATM.
Some background: When I was 25 in 2009, I left an abusive relationship & 2 weeks later found out I was pregnant. Around 10 weeks gestation, a cystic hygroma (NT) was discovered. My son was given a 20% chance of being born healthy & alive. It was a high-risk pregnancy, steeped in uncertainty & specialist appts. The diagnostic technology was new, very little data. His odds of survival went up as the pregnancy progressed, but it was still overwhelmingly uncertain for the entire 39w5d. FAITH. Went through it all as a SMBC. Every weekly ultrasound, I held my breath until I saw his heartbeat & measurements. He was born, he was a beautiful baby, & he is currently a beautiful 13-year-old with a variety of special needs. He is also the king of dance parties & dad jokes & loving his mom.
It has mostly been the two of us as a little family for his whole life. It's been remarkable & also very, very hard. For 13 years, we didn't know the reason for his special needs. In early 2022, I got our exome results. His father & I each had a variant on the same gene that had caused his rare genetic disorder. For the first time in 13 years, I had an answer. It also finally felt possible for me to one day have a child without special needs. HOPE.
A month after these results, I reconnected with my friend of 20+ years. We fell in love, values aligned, deepened friendship, had a whirlwind romance, got married. My first marriage at 38. It felt divine & also almost Divine. Finally, a love story of my own with someone I thought I knew so well. HOPE. We agreed on wanting to have children together down the road. "We can have five," he said. "Whoa, slow your roll," I said. He had some fertility coverage through work, which was a huge blessing for us. We embarked on the journey of getting his genes tested, my HSG etc, & scheduling IVF for embryo banking. A month before starting IVF, we found out I was pregnant. Six weeks later, we found out our baby didn't have a heartbeat.
To my friends who have been through MCs, my heart aches for you. I had no idea about everything MC was until I went through it. And I am so so so so sorry for those of you who've been through it too. My MMC was a brutal, drawn-out experience, meds didn't work, surgery, grief, confusion, devastation. And in the very thick of it, in the deepest muck of it all, my husband/dear friend suddenly decided that he didn't want to have a child with me anymore.
I thought he may come around but he didn't. It began an unraveling over time of nearly everything I knew him to be. Lies, changing values, anger, gaslighting, abusive behavior...it all systematically broke me down, broke my heart, & turned my world upside down. We are separated now. I've been in intensive mental health treatment, striving to heal & to learn, working on getting my self & my life back. FAITH. Knowing my deep desire for another child & because of my age, I felt compelled to finally take the egg-freezing leap. Even though I'm not in the best place mentally/spiritually/emotionally, I do have a solid support system right now & I can't really afford to wait. Also, when our divorce is finalized, I will lose what's left of my fertility coverage.
The PRESSURE on us women due to our changing bodies or our bodily limitations & the "geriatric" BS & the level of perseverance we have to muster & the realities we have to face to move forward toward what we ache for....
All that to say, I've been trying to do the damn thing. All the things, really. I wish I'd known then what I know now, but I have learned some lessons along the way that are now sewn into my heart. There have been some good moments. My baseline AFC was a surprising 29 (up from 14 last fall). HOPE. 11ish of my little follicles have been growing. FAITH. I've felt gratitude & relief that my follicles have been responding & progressing. HCG trigger shot last night; I survived the bizarre bodily sensations & lightheadedness.
But today when I talked to my doctor & broached the (vulnerable) subject of a possible sperm donor for future cycles & embryos, she basically shut me down. She lamented about my separation & said maybe my husband will change his mind. She threw up legal roadblocks & psychological testing criteria & hoops to jump through to diminish the option of a donor. (Um, I'm pretty sure the cryobanks will ship sperm to my doorstep these days). She talked about my low yield & how we don't want to split up my mature eggs if we don't have many to start with. Ummm, my first ER is tomorrow, we don't even know my yield, & I honestly have been feeling deeply grateful that my advanced maternal ovaries & follicles have been working so hard to come through for me.
I'm just tired. I'm new here, new to egg-freezing. But I'm not new. I've been in the maternal-fetal specialists world & the fertility world & the wanting a healthy child when my body won't cooperate world for a while now. I have been clinging onto hope & faith, & I am EXHAUSTED.
My story is complex & nuanced, as are so many stories here. This group helps me feel that I'm not alone. Thank you for allowing me to take up space here. Thank you for being here so I am not alone in this. You, friend, are not alone either. We can be tired together. When we are weary, we can have hope for one another & faith in each other. I just need to know that I will get through this. Sometimes we need to say out loud or even scream, WE WILL GET THROUGH THIS. We will. 💜
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2023.06.03 00:21 themasterpodcaster Water Shielding Complete Enclosure

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Method One
This uses 1.25 wide 2.33ft tall 15 gallon cylindrical water containers. I'm thinking I need two layers so that I can offset the first with the second layer on the outside. Each container on the outside has its center blocking the spot where the two containers on the inside layer
meet. This makes a wall of water without weakness I hope. The wall needs to be 3.25f so it needs to be taller. On top of these containers on the inside layer of them is a single row of collapsible 5.3 gallons water containers.
I'm thinking Ill put a plywood between them and the containers underneath them so they can be pushed together and fit closely together and so the different diameter doesn't cause them to go off.
The top of the 15 gallon containers has a spot at the top where there's a gap thats a weakness. Im thinking Ill put 1 gallon water bag there perhaps partially empty to make it more malleable and the weight of
the 5 gallon container will hopefully mush it down so it fills in the uneven gaps in the top of the 15 gallon container. In front of the row of 5 gallon containers on top of the 15 gallon containers Ill put a pool tube to help block the weakness on top of the 15 gallon containers.
Ill overlap these pool tubes at the end in order to create a totally unbroken wall of water. Because the wall needs to be little taller Ill add large fomentek water bags at the top. The large fomentek bag has its top 6 inches lying on top of the 5 gallon container
and its held in place by a couple bricks wrapped in tarp or something temporarily. The bags hang down on the inside and overlap hopefully by 6 inches from bag to bag. Then you put 4 3x6x1.25 giant 140 gallon water bags on top of the structure lying perpendicular
to it. They overlap all the water walls by a foot. Then the pool tubes are put over the gaps between them. When there full you slide your hand under and remove the bricks from the water bags if possible. Or the top could be made of water bags.
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Method 2
You use 6 or possibly 8 140 gallon water bags for the main wall of water. There 3ft wide, 6ft long and 1.25ft thick. First you position and fill the 15 gallon containers. You put 4 on the outside of every water bag. They weigh 120lb each and the water bag weighs
1100lb. So with 4 on one side weighing almost half as much as the water bag and the basalt and frame wall on the other side it might keep them standing up well enough. They 15 gallons are 2.33ft high and the water bags are 3ft tall standing on there side so tall
enough to hold them up. Putting another 500lb of sandbags on top of the 4 containers might work well if the water containers arnt enough. You position a 15 gallon in front of the spot where two water bags meet and then put a 5.3 gallon container on top so its
as tall as the water bag. You can also put fomenteck water bags over the crack as well if you can make them stay in place. You could two to shield one end and then two each side. The two on the end extend way outside of the actual area your shielding.
The ones on both sides form a tight wall along with the two on the end but then extend of the other side somewhat. The width of the basalt structure is 4.25ft and the length of the water bag is 6ft. So you could push the two that extend from the side of the end over
.85ft each to make room to fit the final end water bag between them. You might be able to overlap the where the waterbags meet on the lengthwise sides as well. There are different sizes you might be able to use to make it fit better. The roof of the water shielding might
bend down .25ft to meet the wall or you could put fomenteck waterbags on top perhaps. Like with the first method you might need to put something light weight on top of the structure to help prop up the water ceiling that the top of the basalt structure is roughly
level with the top of the water wall. This is a nice method in that you be able to set it up quickly because there you dont have to postion a bunch of things carefully. They just start in the position and it will only take a small number of hours for a garden hose to fill all
the containers from what I read. Its also nice because you can keep better track of the small amount of cracks. You could also use 4 inch fence posts and fence post foam or concrete possibly to hold up the water bladders. You could dig it with a 3 inch auger attached
to a well powered drill instead of using a fence post digger, shovel or a real auger. To protect the fomenteck water bags and the 5.3 gallon constrainers the more delicate ones you could use 1 or two layers of heavy cheap moving blankets.
Hopefully this would block pretty decent air guns and stuff that gang stalkers might try to shoot at them and you could protect it with plywood from the most vulnerable direction. Can also protect them from any natural damage. Then you can put a heavy tarp
to help protect them from the sun. Poly tubing might also work for water shielding especially for the roof where there isnt much pressure on it or for shielding cracks but I dont know about how you close them so no idea if it works.
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The water shielding can act as an automatic sound barrior as you build I think and while you test the structure.
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HOW MANY 15 GALLON WATER CONTAINERS FOR A DOUBLE LAYER AROUND A 9XFT LONG 5FT WIDE BASALT STRUCTURE 6o of them about $10000
9 containers long is 11.25ft nearly long enough to the length of the structure 9 plus 2 containers which is 11.5
18 for first layer on sides
8 for first layer on ends since it takes exactly 4 to equal 5ft and fill in the space
26 for first layer
sides second layer is 22
ends second layer is 12
second layer is 34
total is 60 for double layer 1 heigh containers costs $1000
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15 gallon containers
https://www.thecarycompany.com/15-gallon-natural-tight-head-plastic-drum-reconditioned?utm_source=google_shopping&gclid=CjwKCAjw04yjBhApEiwAJcvNoT17vQCNe5vGlbW7CsZwLvpR_zIfcWKd_kqJI9DiGmnCwOBDVTTwOxoCj9YQAvD_BwE#specifications
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140 gallon water bags and other sizes
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BL29YQKB/ref=ox_sc_act_title_3?smid=A1UJFOP8HLWSUN&psc=1
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large fomentek water bag
https://www.amazon.com/Large-Fomentek-Hot-Cold-Watedp/B00WVPNWZC/ref=sr_1_9?crid=336IIOOXN93R&keywords=fomenteck%2Bwater%2Btherapy%2Bbags&qid=1685220594&sprefix=fomenteck%2Bwater%2Btherapy%2Bbags%2Caps%2C84&sr=8-9&th=1
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large fomentek water bags in bulk cheaper
https://www.backbenimble.com/fomentek-hot-water-bottles.htm?msclkid=6459c66592211766d702a217101d5398
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1.3 gallon containers
36 Pcs 1.3 Gallon Collapsible Water Storage Bag Water Container Bag Emergency Jug Clear Plastic Storage Pouch Freezable Water Carrier Tank Foldable Bottle for Outdoor Sport Camping Hiking Backpack
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5.3 gallon collapsible containers not quite as big as they say for the ones I measured that i got from walmart after I filled them up to the absolute top. It was 10 inches wide 12 inches deep and 10 inches high or something.
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09MVNJG17/ref=ox_sc_act_title_46?smid=AFACUH7IM17NK&psc=1
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pool water bag 10ft long and is it 1ft wide? $9 and free shipping
https://intheswim.com/p/10-single-water-bag-blue/72909.html#description-btn-div
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HIDING THE STRUCTURE
You could use a pop up gazebo or a more quickly set up greenhouse or possibly a soft storage shed wich is similar if there big enough. You set up the pop up gazebo and then build it inside of it. The gazebo is more respectable and accepted by
landlords and stuff then a big tent or tarp. Put a heavy tarp over the gazebo possibly to protect it from weather and other damage. If the amount of steel or aluminum in it is too much in the gazebo and messes up the shielding you might be able move it off of the
structure with a person or 4 wheeled doly on each leg ( just a random idea).
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IMPORTANT TO MOVE WITH URGENCY
The economy will get worse as far as I know and will possibly collapse. Gas prices will rise during the summer at least. Basalt and other materials and items might become less available.
The warm weather will end eventually making it a lot harder to complete a large structure. I certainly feel texteme urgency because of my rapid mental and physical decline and also these reasons.
Also as far as I understand it which is quite limited the world is getting worse and more controling, gang stalking will probably get more alot more empowered and there technology is getting better.
But the best way to move effectively is still to be smart and deliberate to test things as far as I know. It takes time to be smart so you should get started on it.
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I didnt condense my questions enough i just tried to cover everything mostly even though I must have missed alot of things. I leave it to you to judge what information I need the most and to answer the questions and give other information
in the most helpful way you have time for. What I need urgently is to order my basalt and my water containers and I can figure out the other details as the stuffs on the way. So I need to be able to decide on a rough plan and on a type of basalt so I can order my
basalt. I need to know if water shielding is going to helpful for me and how much water I need.
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So I'm trying to block RNM because sinking up there attacks with my thoughts is an incredibly important part of the attacks. I want to block the mental attacks themselves but blocking the RNM will probably be enough to make that stop
by itself. I also need to block them making me feel emotionally numb, low energy, extremely depressed lack a void of happiness chemicals or something and making extremely unintelligent and cant form thoughts. These symptoms all vary at the
same time and seem parts of the same attack. Sometimes when its bad its also very hard to move and I can perceive my body as heavy and stuck and strange. My consciousness is compressed and receads as if I dont exist and I become dethatched
Also reduces anxiety. Happened when I was writing this because speaking about it is a trigger for them and I had to wait for find the words. Other TIs talk about similar symptoms.
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So i'm only trying to block them attacking my brain.
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How should the basalt be around my body compared to around my head?
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I think you said that you need it double thick above your head and behind it but in the pictures of your set up it showed 1 full crate above and 1 full crate behind the same as the full crate on either side.
Is it true that you need it double thick above and double thick protection behind while in a prone position?
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Why is that? Is above more important just because of the angle of attack or that part of the brain?
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Is this also going to be true with me whos not trying to block physical attacks? Will my forehead or face or top of head or both be more vulnerable?
Since all im trying to block are the RNM, mental attacks and perhaps nervous system influence ( just totally guessing about that last comment )
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In your photos you have pillowcases with basalt on top of the side crates and back crate covering the crack where they meet the top crate. The pillowcases only give you like 3 inches of protection. How does that actually work to block the crack?
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Why dont you need basalt to block the vertical cracks between the crates?
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I cant get a good handle on why you dont need 2 crates high 2 crates deep and 3 crates wide with one removed for your head to get the protection.
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Why dont you need basalt to block the vertical cracks between the crates?
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How much do you think the protection varies by thickness? If you double it or half it how much does the protection multiply or divide?
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What's the highest amount you think youve divided the attacks by and what was the weakness that stopped you from dividing it further?
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Could I divide it more than that and how?
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Do you think RNM and mental attacks will require more or less basalt then physical attacks. They seem to be able to intrude on my mind for reading or attacking to a
very unusual degree and none of my shielding tests have effected it at all for many years although I've done some which might be very strong ones.
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Do you think I need water with my basalt since it will cost me $1000 or $1500 to $2500? I think i've seen you say it blocks DC heavy pressure. Is that a single type of physical attack or an important aspect of electromagnetism?
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What are the chances they could use DC heavy pressure in a mental?
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Will all types of attacks be blocked with the combination of basalt and water if you have enough?
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Whats the ratio in thickness of water to basalt for a full shield of water?
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How much do you think the amount of time I spend inside it will affect how well it works. Like will spending only 2 hours in it be a lot inferior then being able to spend 24 hours or a week.
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What do you think about how to build it?
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Do you think it would be ok to use small nail gun nails in the frame since the mainstay bags that you have metal on them?
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I need any kind of help you can give me with this project. Iv been working on this plan and this post for 6 to 12 days where the majority of my work everyday was on it. Then other weeks and months
on similar plans and research on making basalt shielding happen. So it takes me forever to do anything even though I labor all day during the time im not recovering from it. It doesnt seem like I'm capable of
taking in the information on what basalt shields and on the measurements and to figure out how to classify my attacks. I had to make a simple summary of the most simple aspects of using basalt and water
to understand it and that must have taken me a day or more of work to piece together different posts and to organize.
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2023.06.03 00:09 I_am_Fang_Yuan_ Taking LSD while reading Reverend insanity, Becoming Fang Yuan, Fighting God, Defeating and Achieving Eternal Life!! I am Fang yuan!!

Taking Lsd while reading Reverend insanity
Human Path Cultivators HATE HIM! He has raised his human path attainment using the Demonic path's "Illegal Drugs!" The Righteous path "society" hates him!
so I took like 6 hits of Lsd while reading reverend insanity each 150 ug and a few 300ug And damn I really got messed up!
First trip was normal shit but I felt it was weird how all this shit in my mind would unravel, like I thought how interesting fang yuan was and like delved deeply into his ambition
Second trip however was 300ug and that's where shit gets very interesting, I literally felt I was FANG YUAN! AND Lsd was Spring Autumn Cicada and Wisdom Gu ! Which gave me all these revelations from my future self, I also thought like wait wtf, the sky is white heaven and space is black heaven, this is the gu world, I was in Central continent which is Europe and all this shit was beyond wild, like it feels like it's Literally the TRUTH like reality! But thank God, I still had a clear mind and didn't do dumb shit like cutting my ear or some other shit
Fourth trip was something more insane, it was directly after it was revealed all of shadow sect was spectral soul's split soul, like the same day I took lsd and I literally felt I was God and everybody was my split soul
Now 5th trip was even crazier, I still thought I was God but I wasn't fang yuan, Rather fang yuan was gonna ascend to venerable and fight ME because I am God ! But I also felt like fang yuan was another one of my split soul and I was doing all this chaos just to entertain myself for eternity
Ok now get this, I don't think reality is just random because I tried multiple times to get lsd at random times but I would procrastinate and the day I would break through in the novel I would do it for no reason at all
Also for people who never did Lsd, it's like another world,it's hallucinations so now just understand this, you literally forget most of the trip so when you get back it's like WTF I KNOW THIS PLACE! I was here before but I forgot for some reason
Now continue with me because my character development went exactly like the novel and especially the legends of renzu which I think is the best story about the human condition, but THERE IS TOO MUCH COINCIDENCE! like it cannot be random how the part stood out and you will see why now
So I was in the part where the miniman got of city well in the legends of renzu and there was this quote : "City well is a secluded domain of heaven and earth, only by knowing you are inside of it can you get out", now I didn't give it much thought and coincidentally I took lsd the next day, AND then BOOM! I was like OK so this is city well, even if it's not, I can see that reality is not real, It's all just a Dream! But like then at that moment it was like damn!! Only by knowing you are inside a well can you get out of it and realise True Reality!
Now we are going even WILDER in the next part I read a lot, I understood things like the heart of renzu, like his heart and the trials he faced
So this next part, I took LSD but I didn't READ the novel but here's the catch it was the most intense trip I have ever had, i felt I was BOILING in lava literally, now as you might not now but lsd amplifies all emotions like 100x especially suffering like it lasts even after the trip, in this trip I HAD AN INTENSE EGO DEATH,
Now ego death sounds catchy but it's Literally just memory suppression, I didn't know what it was but it sounded cool but when I got it HOLY SHIT! I literally did not Remember my own name, I didn't KNOW WHO I WAS! OR MY PAST! OR WHAT I WANTED! I literally forgot everything, it's not that I forgot it but it was all suppressed I couldn't recall anything at all!
Like I remember I met my dad after this which was in summer and I FELT LIKE IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I SAW HIM! I ate food and it felt like it was the first time I ate, I saw trees and I felt it was the first time I saw them, I'm not even kidding it was the scariest shit ever, I couldn't even think properly
The scariest part is there is this state that's called pure consciousness, it's when you see something but you do not remember the act of seeing; like you see something but you forget your existence; you don't remember you are a person seeing this thing but there is just the thing itself
This was really like rock bottom for me, like when I saw somebody I could vaguely feel I know this person but there were no memories, and I would have this voice in my head : "WHAT AM I?" "WHERE AM I " "WHY?" AND ALL this shit was crazy, I would think all day and i understood nothing about what the world was or how it worked
It's Literally like being THERE in the trip and having never come back, like I could remember i know this thing but I do not have access to I cannot take it and see it Like even Later on, I would forget everything like if I think very very hard I can vaguely remember but it's Literally like amnesia and Weird schizo thoughts all the time, even the way I acted and my movements, even while walking it felt weird and I would black out and forget I existed
Now hear me this, I went like this for weeks, at this point I wanted to stop reverend insanity cause it made me suffer but get me this I'm bored and I open it up, I read like a few chapters AND BOOM! It's the part where Renzu goes INSANE! and he doesn't remember who he is or where he is, and then when he sees the birds he thinks he is one, when he sees the fish he thinks he is one and seeks Freedom Gu, at that point I was like WTF !!!! this can't be real, this cant be a coincidence, I had went insane and renzu was there like me, and then the fate war finished, Renzu hated fate and so did i, like for the first time in my life I was like holy shit WHY IS THE WORLD THE WAY IT IS? Why can't we just be happy all the time why do we have to suffer constantly? I understood there, ok so this world is suffering! Through constant change the only permanence is impermanence, I think it got me more into Non-duality religions and zen buddhism it's more interesting since they also get into the things I felt in these states
FUNNIEST SHIT : So later on, I accept this state, and I go to the beach with my family, and I am like oh this is the beach, I enter it and then BOOM! WTF this is literally Reverse flow River! The more I tried and got in the harder it pushed me out and It was literally like a revelation in my head lmfaaaao
i sound like this but I'm pretty serious most of the time but damn the legends of renzu is literally just mind-blowing, the more I reread it the more I understand more about life and the human condition, like when Renzu finds self Gu and It tells to WALK! he doesn't know how or where but self gu just tells him to WALK! Or when Forest samsara and the miniman built the ladder, and the miniman got out of Oradinary abyss, I literally feel these things, especially when Renzu faced that big predicament and it ate all his hearts, similarly I think I felt how it feels to go through what he went through, I think this goes to show what it means to be a Human Being
This is human path, i think at this point, my attainmentbhas reached Quasi-Supreme grandmaster thanks to Lsd and reverend insanity, But damn it was a HELLISH journey!
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Taking Drugs and LSD and Becoming Fang Yuan and Fighting God
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An Updated version of a previous post about me taking LSD and reading reverend insanity, Except this time, we have LSD (3500ug) months of doing it, shrooms loads, overdosing on Ketamine especially K-holes, 2-FMA, loads of tryptamines and other drugs, i had a previous post about this and this is what follows
I will restart from the beginning
In my 2nd LSD trip ever, which was 300ug and that's where shit gets very interesting, I literally felt I was FANG YUAN! AND LSD was Spring Autumn Cicada and Wisdom Gu ! Which gave me all these revelations from my future self, and I was Struck in a Time loop where I needed to realise what my Future Self was telling me, perhaps I had died in the future and finally returned to the Past to Survive with all these revelations
I also Felt I was gonna become like Fang Yuan and conquer this world, and this entire world was my own playground and Everything in it was at my Mercy and will one day come to belong to Me alone
I also thought like wait wtf, the sky is white heaven and space is black heaven, this is the gu world, I was in Central continent which is Europe and all this shit was beyond wild, like it feels like it's Literally the TRUTH like reality!
Fourth trip was something more insane, it was directly after it was revealed all of shadow sect was spectral soul's split soul, like the same day I took lsd and I literally felt I was God and everybody was my split soul and I had Created this entire world and Universe from scratch for my own entertainment
Everytime I call it the "Zone", where you feel "I Knew this" but I was made to forget it on purpose to play this character!
Now 5th trip was even crazier, I still thought I was God but I wasn't Fang Yuan, Rather fang yuan was gonna have to ascend to Venerable to fight ME because I am God !
But I also felt like fang yuan was another one of my split soul rebelling against me and trying to take my Position as God but it also felt like I was doing all this chaos just to entertain myself for Eternity and he was but a character
Now continue with me because my character development went exactly like the novel and especially the legends of renzu which I think is the best story about the human condition, but there is too much coincidence!
"City well is a secluded domain of heaven and earth, only by knowing you are inside of it can you get out", now I didn't give it much thought and coincidentally I took lsd the next day, AND then BOOM! I was like OK so this is city well, even if it's not, I can see that reality is not real, It's all just an Illusion made to make me fall asleep! But like then at that moment it was like damn!! Only by knowing you are inside a well can you get out of it and realise True Reality!
I felt I was trapped in this Illusion of Life and I needed to wake up and become God again
So this next part, I took LSD and it was the most intense trip I have ever had, i felt I was Boiling in lava literally, now as you might not now but lsd amplifies all emotions like 100x especially suffering like it lasts even after the trip, in this trip I had an intense ego death
I forgot everything and became a white empty slate, being Nothingness
This was really like rock bottom for me, like when I saw somebody I could vaguely feel I know this person but there were no memories, and I would have this voice in my head : "WHAT AM I?" "WHERE AM I " "WHY?" AND ALL this shit was crazy, I would think all day and i understood nothing about what the world was or how it worked, much like Renzu when he went Insane!
In this same way, I was trynna destroy and get out of Fate gu's bindings that was binding me to a mortal body and in this illusion
At this point, I went to the beach and it was very similar to Reverse flow river and it gave me a good contrast to my life which is me being pushed by the Sea of Fate
this till now was last year, now We Get into the Real shit thats interesting
In an mdma + Huge LSD dose, I saw God in his True infinite form, a Formless form, a huge void infinite white sky without limits, The Supreme Being, the only True existence, there came a merging, a me dissolving in God and Love and I was two steps from becoming God
but I had to give up my body and mind! but a thought stopped me that "I was gonna be Alone", a fear of Death, giving up Everything and Everyone and few thoughts rippled "I fear being God"
it dawned on me that perhaps the boredom and fear of being alone was what made me create the world but it later became clear that it was the human form/mind that feared that and not the real "Me"
After this experiences of rejecting the merging into God coupled with the mdma comedown made me go Through Literal Hell, feeling disfunctional, suffering bodily and insane anxiety, stress and suicidal thoughts that came with the comedown but It dawned on me that perhaps it was God's punishment for prefering the World to Him, "you came all this way yet refused me for this lowly world", it did feel terrifying and full of suffering but I came to transcend that suffering and reject God and his anger, what is he gonna do anyway?
But it went to Hell even more, that string of bad luck didn't end just like that, through some coincidences I ended up consuming 5x the normal dose of ketamine and it was HELL itself, I was Boiling, My heart would literally Explode every few seconds, sensations coming up and exploding me entirely
Yet I still went through it and Trascended it with anger and pride, what are you gonna do God? heh!
here is what he did, I accidently ingested 10x the normal ketamine dose AGAIN, this time HELL 50x, Literally BLACKING OUT every few minutes, waking in Hell again and again! to blacking out, this continued for 30 FUCKING HOURS! you cannot make this shit up, I am not lying, it was Death ITSELF!
after that I was just dead for a month, not eating, no water, bad sleep, stomach and head pain
Yet I still transcended it but this time with surrender to God although I didn't still accept him/I/it, whatever it was
This Hell did not stop but kept going, I felt I was going against God himself and constantly fighting him and the demons in my head, I had entirely given up on Fang yuan and me
After that, I went through another mdma + lsd + shrooms trip, I found God again and repented but when he wanted me to dissolve in him, I refused Again, I will not return if I do not choose to!
Hell continued again, Anything I did, everything I valued, All my soul and blood was taken from me, catastrophy fell upon me till the point where there was no more "me"
Yet I saw here the wisdom and Cunningness of God, I had cut off all attachments, I had gone to the core of my being and cut everything till the last threads remained and then I cut those as well till nothing remains
Months have passed since then, I'm prepared for a New Showdown in the next coming days, I'm gonna fight God again and this time I WILL WIN!
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Fighting God while taking drugs and inhabiting the spirit of Fang yuan
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Taking drugs in a forest alone and feeling like a God with epic music on the background while on psychedelics
I felt that me and the world and the entire universe were created by God and that he was all moving them like puppets on a string, all imaginary in his own mind
and that I was the only One who was gonna rebel and refuse him, I was the one who was gonna transcend this world and everything and I was the One who was about to become God
I was moving with absolute confidence, I felt like I am God and the entire world was at my mercy
I felt that the spirit of Fang yuan wasn't just fighting Heaven's will but Gu zhu ren as well, the author himself and that the same way fang yuan was doing that, I the imaginary character was fighting against my author, God himself
I felt Fang yuan as this absolute spirit of Absolute freedom moving through me, I even stumbled in the outer of the forest and was moving near a highway and with cars all moving with all the noise and the possibility of being crushed at any moment coupled with the absolute Epic music, I felt like a God conquering everything and nothing could stand in front of me
That was It! I felt this absolute adrenaline and excitment flowing through my veins, and I heard this in my head "God alone exists, limitless, eternal, all-encompassing" and I was that!
and with the absolute excitment and otherwordly epic music I was transcending my individuality and becoming God and I felt all this energy flowing through me, Life itself, this absolute freedom and limitlesness!
I was absolutely Free!
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Eternal Life is Real, I found it.
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Here is Eternal life I offer to you for free, rare are the ones who will actually see it
You are not actually the avatar, neither your body nor mind
you are "Awareness"
You are just aware of a human being, aware of his thoughts and his action but you are not him
Imagine a Vr headset, thats kinda of how reality is, you watch a character in a movie but you think its you, I am here to show you True Reality
You are not the character in the game
rather you are God and you imagine the entire world and all the avatars including your own
In truth, the entire world has no reality, it is as unreal as a Dream, simply made out of God's imagination, In truth, I am You, You are Me
There is only one soul that experiences all lives, One Life that exists in everything
If you just put the ego, the character's personality in the trash it would be clearer
In truth, you are not touched by the character's sufferings, you just hear him and feel him but you are not affected, immovable
You already are Eternal, the entire world is merely a play plastered on a Stage, the play of life is an illusion, the stage is Real and Eternal
Here it is, Eternity without Effort, there was no need to chase eternity simply change the wrong view into the correct one
And realise that already Everything is God, the world is literally made out of Consciousness and the entire point of it is To Experience
To experience different forms, you are the dog, the cat, the tree, the sky, there is only one component to the world and that component is you
In the Vast Ocean of God, Bubbles of universes arises, linger and disappear
The Formless masquareding with forms and different masks
Throw all the masks and your godhood becomes clear, you create the world not the other way around
In truth, none of the imagination exists
There is Only God existing in nothingness, and that is who you are
Eternity itself, that is what you are!
you can't imagine using the Avatar's mind, you can try to bypass it and see it but it takes time, thats what enlightenement is
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the Beauty of Existence
www.reddit.com/ReverendInsanity/comments/13rxei8/i_made_a_meme_about_all_the_drama_in_this/
The fact That only this post was Not Banned
The fact that finally some positive interactions after lots of sufferings
And the fact that i accidently today took lsd out of nowhere
And the Fact that "We are God and this entire world is our game" flashed on while I was Despairing truly, while on lsd
I Swear to God, now I remember, I was made to forget
Especially since I thought these past few days that God was a Void of nothingness
and I saw it with such certainty that it put despair into my heart literally
And while I was despairing I saw the part where Light said "We are God, wake up" and it hits me like a truck and I remember it now
I remember Now! If you are still asleep by now, time to wake up
This Entire World is the Novel of God
Not gods, the One God, All Existence
I think God loves me for how much suffering I've been through, so much hatred in this sub
financial situation, literally him sending me Pain literally, Just understand I myself am a character without true volition, everything I say or do is a part of a script
And i fucking love playing my part
You would say you reek of ego but remember we all are God literally
its impossible to see it since all come from different parts and perspectives
All is One, a Story beautiful beyond description and we all characters within it
And I am fang yuan hahahaha
I know its all insane and crazy but just imagine what if?
what if?
what if?
what if, even if it was a miniscule chance
what if?
What if it all was true!
from my perspective, It is! and It is absolutely amazing and completely invigorated me and put fire in my soul, but from another it wouldnt make sense
but oh well one day you'll see...
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The World Exists inside the Mind of God
Do you want the truth? Or stay in your bubble?
The World exists inside the Mind of God
The same way when you read a Novel, the Entire World is Inside your Mind
but you live as the character
so You are Fang yuan when you read Reverend insanity since its an imaginary character, you exist, fang yuan doesnt but you become him and he becomes real
Your imagination gave "words" Life and they became alive and became The gu world, fang yuan and all characters
In this same way, so is The world of human beings existing in the exact same way inside the timeless spaceless Mind of God
The Mind of God is Timeless because Time itself is a thought in this unlimited Mind
This Mind is Limitless since it can imagine anything effortlessly, It is Spaceless meaning existing before Space because it imagines it, It exists everywhere and nowhere and only It exists
God imagines our world and we all are imaginary characters and dont have a solid existence outside being imagined
But the same way you are Fang yuan when you read the story so I am and We all are actually God, God imagining and being his Imagination
we all are the One Mind that created the World but cannot see it because the same way when you read the character, you forget this world and live in the novel, so you forget who you are and become the character as is God's desire to experience existence gives birth to the world and all its forms
Reverend insanity is a story of just that, Pursuing one's birth right, Only an infinite Being originally would want to become infinite once being reduced to a finite being, it is a deep ingrained thing in our being
both Existence and Non-existence, Existence means life and being conscious, Non-existence describes something similar to the sleep state, if you notice deeply then you would see that Sleep is Void, there is no blackness or whiteness or anything, that's non-existence
Well, in Truth both existence and non-existence, conscious and sleep state are not real, The One that Is Aware of them IS THE REAL
Since God imagines these but they are not God! Not the True Reality
I can't describe what it is to reach Eternal Life thus paradoxical language used to try and approach it but it is true people have always wrong in assuming life or death exist since neither actually do since they are created (imagined), the one who is aware of them does, the One without cause, the Uncreated is the Real
God alone exists and we all are One, Immortal, imperishable!
There is no need to chase Eternal life, Eternity isnt something to attain
here is the Truth
There is no "me", there is no "you"
God alone exists and we are That!
Say it with me :
I am God, the self of all, of this there is no doubt.
I am One with no other, the only Truth, the single essence
I am Eternal, Formless, Solitary, Endless!
I alone exist! limitless, eternal, all-encompassing!
Truly I alone exist! all pervasive and never-ending!
Indeed, my nature is pure intelligence
I am infinite, immutable, deathless
I experience neither joy or sorrow
nor do I know to whom these might appear to exist
I have no beginning or end
I was never born and will never die
I am the Supreme Reality, forever whole and undivided
If God alone exists Limitless and Infinite
If It is the Ultimate Truth itself that is all pervading as Space
How can there be a higher Supreme truth?
I am neither alive nor lifeless
I neither come nor go
I have no inside or outside
Not bound by birth or death, I light Eternity!
Not bound by time or space, I light Eternity!
Not bound by being or non-being, I light Eternity!
Not subject to creation and destruction, I light Eternity!
Truly I alone exist, Limitless, Eternal, all encompassing!
so do these words reveal the Absolute Truth of Reality.
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The moment you Realise God Consciousness, You will be Eternal
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The Entire World is an illusion swirling in God
This world of duality appears to have substance
But the Moment that you realize that the body, the world, and all other appearances are unreal and empty like sky,
then you become Brahman.
The paradigm of duality no longer applies to you.
The Entire World is a mirage with no existence
God alone exists
The Moment you realise God, Eternal life is yours
In Self, there is no time, no space, no matter
There is no beginning, no middle, no end.
Realise That which is all pervading As Space and Which Contains the Entire Universe
Meditate on God as the Source of All Creation
The Entire world has never existed yet appears to exist, its an illusion
The Moment God Consciousness is realised, One finds Eternity
In God, there is only one thing
Immaculate Pure Being
Infinite, empty, clear like sky
It is beyond time and space
it is beyond existence
The moment you realise God Consciousness, You will be Eternal
You are done with birth and death.
This is the Absolute Truth of Reality.
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2023.06.03 00:06 lautaromassimino Fixing Netflix "Elite" (season 4-6). [English].

Seasons 1, 2 & 3's rewrite: https://www.reddit.com/EliteNetflix/comments/13yr0za/fixing_netflix_elite_season_13_english/
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S4. Attempted assassination of Rebeka Bermujo Ávalos: “A very strict principal and four new students arrive at Las Encinas who attack with love entanglements, serious rumors and a mystery that has just come out of the oven”.
Season 4 Characters List:
  1. Samuel García Dominguez.
  2. Guzmán Nunier Osuna.
  3. Valerio Montesinos Rojas.
  4. Rebeka Parilla.
  5. Cayetana Grajera Pando.
  6. Christian Varela Expósito (recurrent).
  7. Nadia Shanaa (guest).
  8. Felipe Rosón Caleruega.
  9. Patrick Blanco Benavent.
  10. Ariadna Blanco Benavent.
  11. Mencía Blanco Benavent.
  12. Benjamín Blanco.
  13. Armando de la Ossa.
  1. Las Encinas is a bilingual school, but we never see another teacher speaking English (French in the English dubbing) again.
  2. The school competition with the Ivy League prize that Nadia and Lu compete for during the first three seasons is not mentioned again, when it is supposed to be something that is done every single year.
  3. In addition, from this season almost all the scenes are located almost exclusively inside the school, and we see very little about outdoor scenes, or the private lives of the characters. This is also a serious mistake, since that was what best allowed us to know each other's backgrounds, and create empathy with them.
Season 4 Scoop:
Ari, Patrick and Mencía:
Benjamín Blanco: The father of the new trio, and the new principal of Las Encinas, after Azucena's dismissal. In the middle of the season, we find out that he is actually Polo's uncle (his late wife was Begoña Benavent's sister). The compound last name of his children is Blanco Benavent, instead of Blanco Commerford.
Felipe Rosón Caleruega:
⠀⠀⠀ → We know that his father, Teodoro Rosón, after the end of Season 3 became the sole owner of the old company that he co-directed with Ventura Nunier (Guzmán's father) who was arrested at the end of S1 for embezzlement towards the School of San Esteban (the school from which Samu, Nadia and Christian received scholarships at the beginning of S1, after its collapse).
⠀⠀⠀ → We now learn that Teodoro plans to rebuild a Public School again on top of the ruins of San Esteban, this time by "legal means" to avoid the same fate as Ventura, but still solely for the economic purposes that would result from such construction, and a new scholarship program that this new school would have with Las Encinas.
⠀⠀⠀ → During the next season, the construction of this new institution would have finished, and we would have new scholarship recipients in Las Encinas, coming from this new school. This would be part of the "reboot" that the next generation would mean for Elite.
Rebeka (not Ari) is the main victim of the season:
Love triangle Samuel/Ari/Guzmán: It never happens.
⠀⠀⠀ → Samuel and Ari's relationship would not be there just as one more of the season, but would serve as an element for the plot: Ari would have approached Samuel after learning that he was Christian's close friend (the accused in Polo's murder) to try to obtain information. However, her feelings towards him would become true over the course of the season, thus seeing a kind of development in her character, which would allow the public to empathize with her.
Guzmán & Mencía: Both become close friends, based on how much Guzmán would see Marina in Mencía [For those who didn't know, Mencía was written as a reformulation of Marina's character, adapted to the needs of the new environment with this "new gen"].
As mentioned before, Philippe's character is eliminated as a new character: his plot was something very delicate that I think was not handled well, and in the future it would be remedied with the entry and development of Isadora's story. With Philippe gone, Cayetana's as his love interest is eliminated.
Patrick + Valerio:
Christian subplot:
Valerio's possible death?:
Armando's fate:
Guzmán drops out of school: At the end of the season, we see how he decides to join Nadia in the US.
Outcome of Ari-Samuel Subplot, linked to Polo:
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T5. Murder of Samuel Garcia Dominguez: "Another semester begins in Las Encinas that brings new love triangles, new students, new rules... and a new crime that leaves everyone baffled".
Season 5 Characters List:
  1. Samuel García Dominguez.
  2. Rebeka Parilla.
  3. Cayetana Grajera Pando.
  4. Felipe Rosón Caleruega.
  5. Patrick Blanco Benavent.
  6. Ariadna Blanco Benavent.
  7. Mencía Blanco Benavent.
  8. Isadora Artiñán.
  9. Iván Carvalho.
  10. Cruz Carvalho.
  11. Benjamín Blanco.
Isadora & Iván's arrival: Elite timeline is confusing because Season 1 is supposed to pertain to an individual school year. Seasons 2 and 3 belong to two semesters of the same year, just like seasons 4 and 5. This would mean that Isadora and Iván would be entering Las Encinas in the middle of the semester, without any explanation. We could remedy this by giving him a simple explanation that would, incidentally, unite the two of them like the best friends T6 would have us believe they are, when we've barely seen too many interactions between them:
Patrick/Ari/Ivan triangle: It never happens.
Love triangle, Patrick-Felipe-Iván:
We would be introduced, in a secondary way, to some of the new characters of season 6 (in a similar way to how S6 gave us a first introduction to Sonia, a character signed as main for T7). Among them:
Graduation: Samuel and Rebeka officially graduate from Las Encinas, similar to what we saw for the rest of the characters in S3 (but without Valerio and Guzmán, as both would have dropped out in S4).
Samuel death: It would still happen, and it would still be at the hands of Benjamin. However, the reasons could turn out to be different:
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T6. Ivan's accident, and subsequent coma: “After the death of a student, Las Encinas faces a new school year trying to have an image wash by covering up past disasters. The students try to achieve their goals, but will they all reach their goal alive?
Season 6 Characters List:
  1. Felipe Rosón Caleruega.
  2. Patrick Blanco Benavent.
  3. Ariadna Blanco Benavent.
  4. Mencía Blanco Benavent.
  5. Isadora Artiñán.
  6. Iván Carvalho.
  7. Nicolás “Nico” Fernandez.
  8. Dídac.
  9. Sara.
  10. Rocío.
  11. Raúl.
  12. Cruz Carvalho.
The season begins three months after the murder of Samuel and the imprisonment of Benjamín Blanco.
The events of season 6 happen in a very similar way to what we originally saw, since that season was thought of as a reboot of the show, and it returned to recover all the vibes of the first generation. As I mentioned in the S4 section, at this point the sexual morbidity of the show was greatly reduced, and at all times there was a great feeling of togetherness, even with the new characters (something that, I dare say, we had never had before in Elite, not even with the original gen).
Isadora's plot:
Cruz Calvalho's plot: the hate crime plot against Cruz is also removed…
Relationships of the season, without too many changes:
We would still have the departure of the Blanco siblings for the end, but this time, it would NOT be having "reconciled" with their father.
Knowing that Iván's character is still signed for S7 (unlike Patrick; this is confirmed by Manu's absence at the beginning of the season recordings), we could achieve a fitting ending for this couple by using a Short Story between Seasons 6 and 7.
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Anddddddd here it is! My take for a rewrite of this show, which I feel started at the top of everything and gradually went down in quality, although it still has a lot of potential. I'm proud of how all six seasons turned out as a whole, though I still feel like these last three seasons feel a bit incomplete compared to the first ones. So what do you guys think? Would you add or take away something that I added? Did you like the changes? I'm new here, and this is my first real post on reddit, so I'd really appreciate your feedback ^-^
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2023.06.03 00:00 Calm_Review_3368 You are driving me totally crazy

You are driving me crazy. For nearly one year now I’m searching for these keywords you could use in every possible subreddit you used just to find you. Every single day I’m searching for you, thinking about you, missing you. Everytime I post about you people tell me I should forget you and should accept you wouldn’t come back. Im sure people will respond similar things to this post. BUT I CANT. I can’t forget you or stop trying to find you, even though it’s totally hopeless. Give my soul peace and come back. Please. I need you. I’m begging you. I still love you so much. Why couldn’t you see that we are made for eachother. Why did you have to end it because of your religion. Couldn’t you just lie to me and say it was because you hated me? Instead you told me you loved me and therefore couldn’t be in contact with me anymore. Some made up bullshit keeps you away from me. Some damn stupid book some goofy dude wrote in his mums basement a few thousand years ago to troll humanity. It’s driving me crazy.
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2023.06.02 23:58 bakariwolf Saga of the Professional DM! Part 4 The end.

The week went by and everyone kind of just forgot the last session until we all met outside the game shop and saw Barbarian and Druid waiting for us. Seems the weight of the last session had just come crashing back down on them and they were debating on going in at all. Bard and Paladin were already there chatting it up with DM and seeming to have fun. A little talking and we all decided to see where this lead.
Of course as we traveled DM insisted that we roleplay our actions to the extreme as if she wanted a reward for what she did last time. None of us really were in the mood and each explained in their own diplomatic way that we would like to skip to the next town. However Paladin was all up for roleplay. After all we had gotten to explain our backstory so he should get a turn. We agreed thinking it wouldn't take long for him to get on the same page as the rest of us.
Two hours later I have pulled out my laptop to work on some writing, and everyone else is looking at their phones or books while Paladin is still talking. He apparently loves the intense roleplay of describing in great detail all his actions with a hammy over the top way of speaking. His backstory is a line of adventures stolen from his favorite video games. Defeating evil Barron Von Bowser to save Princess Peaches, taking the head of the arch wizard Gannon to lift the curse on a sleeping princess, slaying the evil dragon of the north known as Seath the scalesess to save a blind holy woman, and riding off into the sunset on an axe beak with a young maiden after beating an evil lord named Sephiroth. Just to name a few. This kept on to the point I wanted to remind him he was level two but DM was loving it and on the edge of her seat.
Our saving grace was Bard who spoke up and said that we would break for camp. The next town was two nights away so might as well get one night behind us. Again we got a random encounter roll and again "Oh my this never happens you are all just so lucky, no encounter isn't that great?" The rest of us are angry but we remain diplomatic. Asking, pleading that we have an encounter so we can level up. Everyone wanted to fight the dragons and we needed levels but nope. She had played for FIFTEEN YEARS and THIS WAS THE RULES.
Another hour of stolen game cut scenes from Paladin and we made camp once more. Once again lucky us, no encounter. We begged offering to even roleplay with the enemies having banter and what not. No dice, it was the rules after all and you can't bend the rules... A bit more and we make it to town. At this point we hush Paladin, everyone is ravenous. We are rolling social skills, stopping people, asking questions, anything to get us our next job in hopes that we can level up, anything to further the story. Forget being nice, we were the rudest people you had ever met grabbing any NPC the DM said existed and ganging up on them venomously shouting. "What problems do you have in town?! Anything we don't care even if it's minor. Tell us, we'll even kill rats, got a goblin problem? Kobolds? Seen an undead? Do you just not like someone? GIVE US ANYTHING!"
Barbarian was so desperate he even asked the DM if starting a fight would be survivable and get us XP. She explained that everyone in the entire fishing city was either our level or lower and harming them wouldn't give us any XP what so ever. She went on to say that we didn't find any job hirings, the only thing people were talking about was how the fishing had dried up.
The moment we heard that Wizard, Cleric, and I in unison turned and said "DRUID! You're up. lets get you to the docks." We rushed everyone to the docks, and wanted to hire a ship. The only ship available was a war ship that was docked for resupply. We talked to the captain and paid him nearly every bit of gold we had to rent his ship. So we were out on the ocean and the druid was doing his thing in a small boat while we waited. Calling forth some fish and using a ritual speak with animals to get the information. All of us were very proud of Druid, he came back and we had the answer. Seems some creature had entered into the bay, druid pointed to a sunken single man sailing ship that we could see the mast sticking ten feet out of the water. So fairly shallow water, this is important.
Whatever had scared the fish was there. We sailed over to it and DM goes into her description. Talking about from the ship comes a massive shadow that dwarfs the ship we are on, so large it makes it look like a bath toy. The shadow swims under the ship and it takes half a minute before it is past. As it moves large tentacles are seen breaking the surface of the water.
Druid rolled nature and all of us aided him. He got a fairly high roll and DM informed us that we had just seen a Kraken. I was dumbfounded, how the heck was a Kraken living in a small sail boat when it dwarfed a war ship, and how the heck was it in this shallow of water!? So I asked "We know what it is can I look up the information?" She said ok and I asked what one she was using 3.5 or 5e it was the 5e one so I turned to it and pointed asking "You mean this?" She confirmed the CR 23 monster as the one we had just seen.
Barbarian who only looked at the picture. "Awesome!" Druid "Bet we can take that." Wizard "no we can't. It's CR 23." Barbarian "Cap!" Druid "Does this mean we have to run away again?" DM All smiles "Yep now you have an important second goal! You're so lucky."
Now I will say here I know I am in the wrong for what I did. It is always important to have good communication and talk things out, however we had tried that, I was frustrated, and I wasn't thinking straight. So I became that guy.
DM " When when you run away you have a couple of options you can go to..." Me "Nope we aren't running away. We're gunna fight it." DM "What? You can't." Me "Sure we can, it's here, we're here, we're going to fight it I know everything about them you said so lets see what we can do. Captain how many guns on this ship? Do you have harpoons big ones? How about gun powder you have cannons so how much you got?" Barbarian "So we're fighting it?" Me "Yep we're fighting it! Bring it on you big squid we're having calamari tonight!" Druid "So we can beat it?" Me "Heck no! It's impossible. That thing gets three attacks a turn can hit us on a 2, and will kill us in one hit. Barbarian might survive three hits if he's really lucky and raging. We have no chance." Druid "So why are we fighting it?" Wizard who had just looked up the stats. "Because we're fighting it!" Cleric "Bring it slimy!"
It was amazing, a moment of depression turned to a slight moment of confusion and then everyone was on board even Paladin who didn't get what was going on. Everyone was suddenly excited. Barbarian looked for the harpoons, took three of them and said he was rolling strength to bend them, didn't even wait for the DM to say if he could just rolled and explained how he was making a giant fish hook as his weapon of choice. Taking out rations and spearing them on as bait. Druid Rushed down asking how many barrels of gun powder he could find. Cleric was talking to the crew asking for anything that burned, wood, lamp oil, explosives of any kind. I went about telling everyone this was our ship and we were headed back to town why settle for what the ship had, we were going to raid the town for supplies. Druid pointed out we spent all our gold and I told him. "We are doing this for the good of the kingdom, we'll steal what we need and pay them back later. Lets get this thing!"
DM tried to gain control of her game back as we were going at a pace she couldn't handle, she said the captain was demanding we leave his ship alone and since it was the only ship he was sailing away and leaving us in the city, we couldn't have his ship.
The party was invested now though. Everyone was excited and having more fun then we had since the start. We reminded her that she stated no one was over our level so we would fight the captain and take his ship if we had to. Threatening him that if he didn't get off and leave the ship he would be dead. She relented and had the captain and crew leave. Cleric and I agreed we'd stay to guard the ship and get things ready on it while the party went to gather more things to kill the Kraken. People were looking at skills, abilities, and items. Looking through the book for anything that could help us and asking the DM if the city had it. Shop after shop the blood thirsty adventurers went demanding goods to fight off the threat. Never really telling the people why we needed it or what it was for but insisting there was a danger that would destroy the city, maybe the kingdom if they didn't cooperate. The DM wasn't given a break to process, when one question was answered another was asked. If we couldn't get something we got the next best thing. If we couldn't find a finished product we took the stuff to make it. She was having to improve on the fly and I could see it was taking a tole on her, where since the start she had a look of absolute authority and command, now she was a frazzled mess.
I would have felt bad, I should have felt bad, however from the rest of the players I heard something that I hadn't heard since day one, laugher and excitement. They didn't care I had told them it was impossible. They didn't care I had pointed out we would die and be on character generation. They now had a chance. Even if it was an impossible chance it was a chance to do something and try.
DM "Look if you do this you're all going to end up dead. You can't bet it at your level." She was trying to get us back to just running away and for a moment things stopped. Me "I hope my character doesn't die. I have a cousin in this down, he's a warlock too and he'd be so upset I think he'd go after the thing as well." Wizard laughed and joined in. "Oh yeah my sister has a shop here, if I died without saying hi to her she'd make that thing burn."
Druid and Barbarian got the message, we had all played video games. If we couldn't beat it with these characters we had a city with a population of 6000 possible back up characters to zerg rush it. So plans kept on going, players kept searching for a way to give us the best possible chance of doing this or surviving a couple of rounds because that would be an accomplishment in itself. We were making bombs, alchemical items, improvised weapons. Getting ready every spell and ability we had to try this. When gaming was called the DM and Bard left while the rest of us stayed around for probably a half hour more talking about the plan, joking, and just having fun. All of us left with a smile on our faces.
When I got home I had a message on my answering machine from DM informing me that I wasn't the DM and how dare I highjack her game. That I was a horrible player and I better fall in line because I had her crying. She made some threats about hurting herself if I didn't stop which I hope were lies meant to make me feel bad, and ended the message telling me if I called her back she would call the cops on me. A threat I wasn't going to test. I saved the message for proof later if I needed it and the week passed. When we all met at the shop the next week Bard said DM would be late. We were all still joking and having fun talking about our big plan for the TPK and making joke bets like "If we last three rounds your new character owes mine five gold." It was great.
Time passed though and no DM so we asked Bard what was up. He informed us then that she had texted. Said I ruined her game and she wasn't going to play with people who didn't understand the rules of dungeons and dragons. We broke out magic the gathering cards and played a few hands before heading home all a little disappointed that we couldn't see how far we would have gotten. A little while later I think a couple of months I was telling the story at the shop and Wizard kept making hand motions at me. I asked what was up and he face palmed saying "That's her older brother." Well I had already put my foot in my mouth voicing my displeasure so I figured one more question wouldn't hurt. "Sorry, but it was a bit of a mess of a game. This is my opinion as a player. I know she's family and all so hate me if you like but I am honest. I will ask though, how long has she actually been DMing."
The brother didn't mind and informed me that she had DMed 2 games for him, his younger brother, and their father when she was a child. That was it and they were both one shot things with their father doing most of the work. She never came back to the game shop and I think she moved states, I've never seen her since.
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2023.06.02 23:57 sweating-me First Timer Watcher, RHOBH, Season 3. Some thoughts.

Apologies in advance for being mean to these people. If you have different opinions, or like someone that I am about to shit talk, sorry. I am sure my opinions will change or shift again. I just wanted to write this because some of these people PISS ME OFF and I need to vent. But! At the end of the day, they are all human, and I have compassion for them all. (Even if I don't discuss it here.)
Taylor is my favourite, I love her, I stan her. It's a mindfuck watching this show and seeing how callus and brain rotted people were before the Me Too movement.
Yolanda is misogynistic, racist, and holier than thou. I can't stand her.
Considering he's a surgeon, I can't believe how dumb Paul is. "That's defamation." Uh, Adrienne didn't carry those twins, so, no it isn't. I also hate how he speaks to people, It's disgusting, honestly. He has some serious anger issues. He's judgmental of everything everyone does, and is constantly nagging at people. He seems to be among the most insecure men on the show, if not the most.
I wanted to like Adrienne so badly. I really did. I loved her attitude at first, but, ouf. She's falling out of my favours fast.
I love/hate Lisa. It annoys me that she acts like a prude even though she did a pornographic video in her past. She also has unbridled pride. She's also funny and fun, and I can't help but appreciate her for being able to move on from drama gracefully.
Kyle is a wonderful mother. She feels like the main character of the show, but doesn't seem to have a gigantic ego. When she does things I disagree with, I see view her as having good intentions. She crosses the line with her jokes sometimes, for me anyway, but I still see her as just wanting to be accepted and get along with everyone. She can get too tunnel-visioned, though, and sometimes I wish she was in therapy.
Kim is pissing me off as I write this. I feel like she tricked me into thinking she's meeker and more innocent than she really is. She's vicious. She holds petty grudges and appears to enjoy pretending to be meek? I can't explain it, but I'm so pissed she brings up drama at inappropriate times on the ground of "doing the right thing". Like when she told Adrienne and Paul about what Brandi said at Mauricio's work function. What the fuck? In the episode I'm watching now, Brandi was talking about how difficult being a single parent is. Kim said something about how she had been a single mother for a long time, too. She's related to Paris Fucking Hilton. Brandi's situation is totally different. STUF Kim.
Camille really pissed me off S1, but Kelsey is such a shit. The issues I had with her seem to be a combination of her being hyper privileged and being sort of ... dense? Unaware? As a result. But, I find myself liking her more, if only marginally.
Brandi seems to have BPD, and I feel she has a good heart. I hope she gets therapy soon. I think she gets too much shit because of the classism of the group.
Faye is a jerkface. I can't think of anything nice to say about her.
That's all for now!
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2023.06.02 23:54 Curious-Jello6750 Hazing at work

Hi all, I am LSW (one month until I test for my LCSW) with close to 3 years of experience in the field of social work. I have worked on ACT teams (1 year) , as well as worked as a therapist (2 years) specializing in TF-Psychotherapy, DBT, TF-CBT. I have phenomenal degrees from top R1's, diverse clinical experience, and have been lucky to receive incredible supervision to top it all off. January of this year I was hired at the VA. I have a very close friend there that helped me to get the position. I have no previous experience with the VA and did not intern there, I also did not interview and was a "direct hire" based on the strength of my contact there as well as high need to fill the role I am currently in.
Within the first four and a half months of my job, I have experienced more hazing and difficulty with me colleagues than I have anywhere else. Is this because I have no previous VA experience? Everyone on my team did internships, went through all the rounds of interviewing, and some even interviewed for several positions before being accepted into a role. In the time I have worked there, I am being put down on a near daily basis. Small (and I mean SMALLLLL) mistakes I have made have followed me for months. I even had a coworker message me on time that a case I was dealing with was "karmic" for a mistake I had made almost 6 weeks prior.
I have openly made comments about the culture on my unit, and that if we were to infuse some kindness and heart not only would we function better as a team and grow as clinicians, we would provide better care for our Veterans..... This was responded to by all of the members of my team going to my direct supervisor to tell him I was a poor fit on the team. Had a colleague of mine who I thought was a friend ask me to confide in her via our personal phone lines if I were struggling, because "It can be really lonely to come into the VA, and I want to support you any way I can." Well, a week later, she let my boss read through all the texts and stated I was "antithetical" to what needed to be represented within my role (mind you, my complaints were only along the lines of hey, we don't treat our fellow workers very kindly, and we are a team after all... no bashing anyone or the VA itself).
One of my other colleagues (higher credentialing than I, and in a different discipline) told me that my degree was only bits and pieces compared to hers..... I was so excited for this job, I'm part of a military family and I REALLY care about this cause, and yet.... I am dreading work every day. I have been directly told I am not allowed to use my clinical skill sets and need to stick to "discharge planning and case management only, because anything else would require an SOP" but recently one of my other social work colleagues (less experience than me) was allowed to start implementing clinical work on our unit, no SOP. Her first patient was a Veteran they took off my caseload.... assigned by the aforementioned professional who told me I only knew "bits and pieces."
I have faced homophobia, transphobia, etc.... I really want this to work, I want to be in this position, but I am being blacklisted by my team and I dont know what to do about it.
At one point my supervisor assigned us homework of a "do's and dont's" of our role to provide to other disciplines on the unit so they could better understand how to utilize the services us social workers offer. On one of my off days (I have an offset schedule, not M-F), my team decided this assignment was a "boundaries for the team" assignment and RAILED against me with a bullet pointed list of mistakes I had made. One of them even stated "dont pretend you are a realtor when you're actually a social worker" - I helped a client who was homeless with no dispo find an apartment he qualified for... When I reiterated what my supervisor said the assignment was, they all told me I was wrong. When I stated "Okay, so if this is boundaries for the team, can we find a time to work on it with all team members present?" and this comment lead them to go to my boss and tell him I "take things too personally."
I feel backed into a corner, like not a single thing I can do is right. I am being heavily monitored and vetted by my team members in a way that it feels like they are authority figures to me. They have all known my boss MUCH longer than I, and he is taking their word at face value. When they report something, he doesn't ask me a single question.... He goes "The TEAM states X," and begins to reprimand me. I AM A PART OF THE TEAM, TOO! Any time I have asked to meet with him individually about anything, he puts me off, tells me he's too busy. I've had 30 minute "check-ins" delayed more than a week. My colleagues have a request, and he jumps to help them. Puts aside things for their calls, etc.... I feel like I am drowning with no lifejacket and no one to turn to... My connection is good friends with my boss, so even the one "safe" person to confide in.... is not
I have also noticed there is also a "pay to play" culture on my unit. It is not uncommon for one or two social workers to feed the whole unit. I have personally witnessed one of our social workers spend a significant amount on a single catered lunch. While I think this is a sweet gesture, I do not believe it should be necessary for the success of the role. However, in the times I wasnt able to afford to help (private loans kicking my ass) I have been labeled as a non contributor and reprimanded for what I couldnt contribute. I just signed up for the AFGE in a last ditch effort that I may be treated fairly, but my hope is waning. When I asked the union, the rep told me "buy the muffins man." and that I would always be viewed poorly if I didnt participate in "traditions"
My team makes a point to constantly emphasize that I "dont know the VA like they do" because they interned. How am I ever supposed to progress here, if instead of being taught I am being shamed? Have any of you gone through and amended anything like this? I dont want to leave. I love this population and all the ways I get to serve, but I am so worn down and it's only been a few months.... I feel more than hopeless. I don't even talk at work anymore...I cry in solitude at least 3x a week... that's never been me. I feel like the role is changing me and I cant help but wonder if it's a change that will leave me worse off. I feel less confident in myself as a clinician with every passing hour in the building. I feel like I'm losing a skill set I spent the last many years cultivating. I am feeling fully, totally lost. I just had my 90 day review (5 1/2 months in) and got in trouble, with threat of disciplinary action or termination for using leave I had already accrued. My boss’ technicality was in the beginning, I had to use vacation time for an illness I was dealing with. He’s calling it leave abuse. I have my 6 month review in 2 weeks (not enough time to change anything) and he told me if it’s not sured up, I could lose my position. I feel trapped, and like I’m about to walk into a trap.
Any, and I mean ANY, advice/feedback/criticism is welcomed. I really want this to work.
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2023.06.02 23:41 Proof_Recording2585 I (21F) might be isolating myself in a new relationship and am overwhelmed with restlessness

A few months ago, I (21F) got out of a nearly 3.5 year relationship (22M), (which was my first relationship) and my recovery from it was mostly peaceful, though Im still learning what my wounds are, especially because we drifted apart so much before the relationship ended- there was a week or two of intense grieving, and I think it will always ache, but ive learned a lot from reflecting on it and i think it was the right decision; In that process, I resigned myself to becoming happy single, and that was an independence I definitely achieved after about a month or so- I ended up having a lovely time reconnecting with friends and myself, and learning to respond to my own needs. I was mostly so relieved to feel like i had space in my brain to live the rest of my life- I didnt realize how stressed and occupied i was with worry. In the process, I deleted social media, made new friends, and a ridiculous amount of new memories that I deeply cherish.
The summer, though, is proving to be a challenge. I'm recently graduated, and before the semester ended, I met someone who I developed first a friendship with and then a crush on, which was a freeing feeling after a while of disinterest towards everyone romantically.
I'm not sure how to describe it, but it was also the first time I developed a genuine and deep interest in someone before getting into a relationship with them- with my previous partner, it was new and it was both of our firsts, so the relationship came first in many ways.
This time, I brushed my crush off as something unattainable, but shortly after I realized my interest, they confessed their own. We never talked much about putting a label on things (which makes me nervous, but I haven't mustered up the balls to ask about it) but have been seeing each other a couple times a week since we've moved home and talking a bit every day. It's brought me a lot of joy, but I'm starting to get anxious about it, and it's causing me to withdraw because I don't want to talk about it with any of my friends, or approach a serious conversation with them about it (whenever I'd bring up a serious conversation with my previous partner, which wasn't often, it seemed to drive a wedge between us and we ended up feeling farther apart, because he didn't seem interested in engaging with it at all, which discouraged me when I wanted to understand where we were at).
I'm worried this will drift apart or fizzle out- I'm so scared of them getting bored or annoyed, and of losing someone who I connect with so much. I'm fearful that expressing my feelings or sharing too much throughout the day would overwhelm them or push them away. I'm sort of used to a lack of contact meaning that something is off, and we don't text very often, but it's usually pretty consistent with good mornings, goodnights and making plans).
I'm here because I'm not sure where else to go, and I suppose I'm not sure what I'm asking- I'm sorry that it's so vague!
I'm learning how to communicate my needs and mostly I rEally don't want to fuck this up.
Any perspective is appreciated, and thank you sincerely if you've read this far!
TL;DR: I'm becoming pretty anxious in a new, unlabeled relationship after getting out of a 3 year one, and don't know how to (or if this is a situation where it's worth it/appropriate to!) communicate my unease and the extent of my interest.
Edit: typos!
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2023.06.02 23:34 EuropeanAmericanMBA Is is true that republican-led states are backwater 3rd world countries, and I should aim for programs and post-MBA jobs in Blue States? (I am From Europe)

Hi there,
I am a candidate from a Western European country choosing between a few MBA programs, including Ross, Fuqua, McCombs (with near full scholarship). I am aiming for a job in management consulting. MBB preferred, but I'd be okay with EY-P, Deloitte, Strategy&, LEK, and what not. My main motivation for immigrating to the US is because salaries are much higher in America and the taxes are lower.
The purpose of this question is that from the perspective of many in my country, the US seems de facto divided into two, with blue and red states seeming to be like two completely different countries. From one state to another, you have very wildly different laws on major topics like abortion, LGBTQA+ rights, vaccines, and gun control, with some places in the American South having high populations that don't believe in basic things like evolution, climate change, or vaccines.
I do not view myself as left wing at all. I vote conservative (Center-Right) in my own country. I think my country's taxes are too high and our welfare state is unsustainable long term, and even feel our country was too lax in admitting way too many Syrian refugees without properly integrating them. However, even our mainstream right wing party is pro gay marriage, pro abortion rights, pro vaccine, and pro gun control, and the members are highly educated typically and do not dispute the scientific consensus on climate change. In the US, it seems much of the modern day Republican supporters are rednecks, hillbillies, and hicks with very low levels of education, and they view Trump (and DeSantis) as their God-Emperor.
It seems the most developed areas of the US include NYC, SF Bay Area, Chicago, Philadelphia, Boston, DC, and Los Angeles, with places like Alabama, Mississippi, Oklahoma, and Arkansas being quasi-third world shitholes. The Midwest seems mixed with Michigan seeming MOSTLY OK, Minnesota being fine, but Indiana is also shithole territory. The national parks in these Republican states look beautiful, but too bad the residents are idiots.
I have heard in Texas places like Austin are liberal, but it does not matter if the state as a whole is hard right. I am a woman, and despite being a European conservative, abortion access is very important to me. I am single so in the case I get pregnant from sex, I want to be able to plan my pregnancy and terminate if I want to. I also don't want to live in a third world country where banning drag shows and trans care is the norm.
Is my view correct? Should I reject Fuqua and McCombs for these political reasons, and go to Ross? Should I aim for jobs in NYC, SF, Chicago, DC, etc?
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2023.06.02 23:28 ryleyscoot45 Cat In critical condition with sepsis

My girl has been given a 25% chance of survival granted she pulls through over the night with a possible gallbladder infection after confirked though surgery. My bond with her is indescribable words wouldn't do it justice. She is my other half everyone says how close we are to each other, She follows me around everywhere never leaving my site waiting for me at the door when I come from work, sleeping on my bed every single night. She tolerates pets from other people but only ever enjoyed mine no one made her purr. She is so intelligent never made a mess in her life able to do tricks and never set foot in the front garden even if the door was wide open because she knew after she escaped 1 time I didn't want her going outside only in the garden. Literally Anything I ate she wanted a bite of. The past week she hasn't been eating and with countless pet visits appetite stimulants and medicine with probioitcs she still wouldn't eat. I would spend hours sitting next to her with food on my hand just to get her to lick a tiny amount. I admitted her yesterday after she wasn't improving and the vet said her temperature was 40.2 C. The day before I went in the vet had checked everything apart from her temp as she was squirming around and decided to stick it near her nipples, If they had checked her temp properly would she of been a bit better? After they got her bloodwork back they peppered for surgery. First they had to increase her blood pressure as it was too low and put antibiotics in her drip.At the time they gave her a 60% chance of survival. During surgery they wasn't able to find the cause only lots of fluid containing bacteria in her body which got flushed with saline after checking everything they came to the conclusion it must be the gall bladder but didn't notice any tears or inflammation, before they could do anything they had to stop as she no longer was responding to the blood pressure medicine so they are now waiting for her to stabilize and continue it tomorrow. They also said her organs are critical meaning less chance. I don't know what to do I feel very weak I already have a weak heart I'm on medication for. Shes only 1 year 4 months old, after I got diagnosed I got her to help my mental state. What do I do now she is my everything it's probably ridiculous to say but for me that's the whole truth I can't imagine a world without her she's too young she still has a whole life ahead of her I can't even think if I didn't write this down I would go crazy.
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2023.06.02 23:28 megaboto A Questionable Bargain - AaD

Terror gripped my mind as the gigantic bear started to charge towards me. My army critically wounded and the first of the few defensive lines compromised, outnumbered, overpowered, overrun... as I desperately searched for any options, a way to defeat my foe, temporarily or permanently, I just found myself running into a wall sooner or later - I could only delay, never actually stop this attack, even if I were to sacrifice my spawners for the temporary mana gain that could let me pump out more denizens, but even then they would just be crushed by the monstrosity, it's hatred alone enough to pierce my defences, a body so large it might uproot the tree itself and a mind behind it that would not stop at anything short of absolute annihilation. "Is this really so bad?" I thought with a weak voice, "Death just means I get resurrected again, does it not?" with every passing thought the idea seemed more enticing, before I came to the horrifying conclusion that I did not actually _know_ what would happen if I died here. I may have been resurrected before, but who is to say that I would have the same chance again, especially after failing, _giving up?_ This core is not just a body, it is the soul of mine - so if Deepholm takes it, _IS_ there even such a thing as heaven or hell for me? And would I accept giving up all of what I've built here to have all my progress and my memories wiped, damning this place to be taken by this abominable presence below?
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No matter how I tried to argue, losing here was not an option I was willing to accept, and I could not sink even deeper in my contemplation as I was torn out of them by the bellowing roar that was far closer to me than previously, emitted by the Bear with the Jackalope on it's back, having shaped the bow into a spear and penetrating the thick hide to lodge it between the bones, using it both to delay it's advance and find grip on the movable Bulk which tried to shake her off. Focussing on the Scene, the bear was pelted by a mass of flechettes, though they did little more than slow it down as the few that actually pierced it's pelt were simply pushed out by the regenerating factor, leaving it enraged rather than hurt. And Jackie herself, despite her amazing growth and skill, was struggling to remain on it as it shook, before rolling over and crushing her with it's ~~meaty posterior~~ massive weight. Though I saw Jackie still living, protected by her Aether armor and fast sprouting vines that formed a dome, she was heavily wounded and exhausted by all these actions, the spear still lodged into the bear but proving to be as effective as a nail would against an elephant. Is this really all I can do? Was I doomed from the start, simply for having appeared above something that would not tolerate any other existence? Did I fail to plan for the invasion properly? Is it all my fault, that my loyal denizens, scions and all the people in my domain will die? was I that useless? I feel myself on the verge of tears as The slow but steady grind of Deepholm crushed all that I have, the battle brutal but ultimately hopeless.
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Kelvin was making hasty progress through Deepholm's domain but I knew that he would not find the core in time, let alone reach it, and even if he did I doubt that it'll be found without resistance. Giorno was commanding the swindling troops to hold the line just that little bit longer for me to come up with something. Emmet was trying to rushing the production of concoctions, her supplies already low and the draughts providing little advantage against such an overwhelming foe, Alexa was in the air watching over her companions which were decimated just like that time when Deepholm tried to deprive me of another spawner, though this time around there would be no more survivors. And Jackie was still fighting tooth and nail to keep herself from being crushed as well as attempting to find some form of weak spot, some kind of special strike just to hurt the Colossus in any meaningful way yet found herself at her limit as no amount of effort provided any change, her strength waning by the second. Is this it?
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I close my vision, praying to the heavens above, as the last of my hope bled out and I had nothing more left. "Heavens above, God, Guardian Angels, please help me! I do not want to die!"
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The noise of the fighting continued, my denizens trying to hold off the endless horde
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"Please, was it not your will that I find myself upon this planet, fulfilling the role of a dungeon that you so desperately wanted?"
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Alexa cries out, having been hit by a sonic wave of the Bat scion, her equilibrium disturbed, falling to the surface
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"Why do you do this to me, when I was just doing what I thought you wanted? Did I do something wrong?"
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the secret laboratory is consumed in an explosion as the desperate mixing led to a fatal mistake, the chain reaction devastating the entire place
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"How can you expect us to live in your image when you allow this to happen? We do all we can, and this is how you reward us?"
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Giorno gives off a scared croak as the structures that serves as the defences started to collapse, leaving him under the collapsed rubble
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"Do you not love your creations? Is this a punishment for some transgression that our ancestors committed?"
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I feel Kelvin panicking as the last of his potions wore off with him nowhere near Deepholm's core
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"ANSWER ME!"
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But the only answer I got was the crumbling of the makeshift fortifications as the badgers and bears started to flow in, tearing apart whatever defenders were left. I look to the stars shining upon us, their light providing no guidance
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"please...somebody..."
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Jackie was lying on the ground, the Armor gone, the horns broken, lungs collapsed as her attempts at simply staying alive were weakening
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_"anybody..."_
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The twins lie unconscious, exhausted of all their mana and wounds marring their body
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*"save me"*
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[PACT ACCEPTED]
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Without even an instance passing I find myself in outer space, or someplace akin to it, stellar bodies surrounding me like trees in a forest, so close yet so far away with their infinite beauty as the nebula in the back ground stretches it's orange, purple and all other facets of color into infinity. There is no up and down, no past or future, and for a moment I find myself left speechless at this arcane wonder I found myself in. There were no words spoken, no sound made and no interruption of the visage had, but a foreign thought reverberated through my mind. Safety. Power, to defend myself against those who would seek to subsume me. The knowledge and guidance to achieve victory once and for all. And a price to be paid, a prize of my choosing. Without even thinking properly, I answer with the one thing that comes to mind, something as priceless yet worthless to me as could be
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"In turn, I offer you Deepholm. all it's territory, all it's land. It's scions, it's spawners, it's knowledge. I want none of it. And once the last piece of it's core was subsumed, the last of it's offspring removed, it shall all be yours"
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not a sound came out of me, yet the offer was made, and the stars shone in acceptance. The universe itself seemed to expand and contract at the same, my vision focussing out. I let go of the reigns and let s̸̨̧̢̧͓͙̞͖̠̬̊͐͊̈́̅͋̈́̿͋̀̀͆̈́̋̋̓̐̽̀͜͠͝H̷̡̙̖̖̤̻̽͊̎̒̔̓͆̏̈́̎̉̉͛͝e̸̢̼̯̥͇̱͖̻̣͖͒̄̾̐̽̎̒̿̀̈̀̀̇̄̅̔̊̾̆̽͒̽̚̚͝y̸̖̲̯͂͌̅̈̀̕͘ take the lead ***control*** as I black out
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**LYDIA POV**
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Fire. Fire everywhere
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That is all I could feel, despite knowing fully well that there was none. And yet, in spite of the calming words I was trying to tell myself, the unconvincing lies that it might be alright, any focus I tried to direct inwards was just torn apart by the horror instilled into me. The battle - no, _slaughter_ that was happening on the once almost idyllic dungeon, the fields and tree covered in blood, the screams of dying creatures of all kinds, and the marks of a battle soon lost, not a single able bodied scion in sight with the last spark resistance pushed back deeper and deeper. Though the comparison seemed far fetched in a sense, my brain lapped it up like a dog from the desert, the colossal bear's brutality and iridescent glowing blood floating around the battlefield almost having a morbid beauty about them if it were not for the uncanny resemblance with the past. I knew I had to get away, if not for my own safety then to report about the murdering that Deepholm has committed, but I was torn. Ignoring the fear that the execution caused, I still felt the need to do something to help Caldera in the back of my mind, as if I would lose something far more important than I could imagine if I just left her to die. Yet, what could I even do? I am merely an inspector, and I already almost got killed by Deepholm's assault when I rushed here to warn the mining party and then Caldera, and now it was an entire army that stood before me, not just some rogue animals. Looking at the exit while contemplating my options, I realised that fleeing was actually just as hopeless as fighting directly, as badgers have set up an uneasy line, disorganized but loyal enough to not abandon their post. Whatever miracle let me live those few days ago, it would not save me now, especially not now that they were on the lookout for anyone else fleeing and had air support as well. The only bit of grim spite I could find was the note that everybody else packed up already, hopefully able to make it back in time without being targeted by Deepholm and maybe even deliver my message for me.
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Having no choice in this matter, I finally decided to do what I am best at, my mind slowly calming as I pull out my kanabō
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"Let's see how many of you fuckers I can take down with me"
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_well, this is it then_ were the thoughts that crossed my mind as I charged into certain death. _Sorry papa. I guess I won't survive for as long as you hoped me to_
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strike by strike, I kept the badgers at bay, dodging the hits as I dished out my own, the dead bodies slowly mounting yet the amount of living ones piling up faster
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I did not last long until the only thing left that I could do was keep the monsters that encircled me away, my stamina at it's limit. The badgers looked at me with hateful hunger in their eyes and approached me as my strikes slowed to a halt, my body unable to keep this up. A sneering sound akin to a laugh came out of them before they pounced on me and started tearing my flesh from my bones
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_"damn. This will be our end then I guess. and you were such a good dungeon too, Calde-_
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My thought was torn apart by the abyssal boom that swept over the battlefield, a deep emotion of wrongness griping my body at the shockwave that even the colossus seemed to be unsettled by. A deafening silence followed the wave that everybody witnessed yet nobody heard, every being that was not knocked out staring at the core's location with various looks of confusion, nausea and fear, as even the scions could not comprehend what they perceived. yet then it washed over us all at once, as if god himself has descended to give the answer
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***this is not Caldera***
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my body merely gave off a croak before I started throwing up, still standing straight and looking at the tree. The tree, once full of life, was now glowing a black light, the skies torn open from any clouds that could obscure the judging stars gazing upon us, and Hell was let loose upon earth
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My vision swam together as bears and badgers burst, unholy tendrils and roots having taken their place, their blood watering the soil for the being to fester
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The bats, once dominating the skies now were frozen in place, as if time itself has abandoned them, screaming silently into the void with contorted expressions of pain on their face.
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the once overwhelming colossus started vibrating in unnatural frequencies, their body torn apart from the inside as their flesh warped and melted into forms I could not comprehend, regenerating factor turned malicious cancer then servant as the new hulk dragged it's boiling body like an amoeba, chunks left behind in it's wake that the dark one all too eagerly consumed.
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and worst of all were the denizens, the once animalistic beings' faces contorted into an expression with hate that only gods could muster, their screeching rage tearing apart their voice bands as they rampaged, bodies spitting into pieces through the sheer fervour they fought with, yet still charging even as entire sections were missing.
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above them all, 100 meters in front of the tree, a storm started to form, one of purple darkness and of magic not meant for this world, an unmoving vortex twisting matter around it like an artist may in a drawing, unnatural and impossible, an orange haze forming around it all the while
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my brain felt like it was about to burst. the universe wept as reality itself screamed in rage, celestial rays piercing the ground at the transgression as I desperately tried to cover my eyes, only staining them with the blood flowing out, my body's wounds closing and sealing as my mind betrayed and consciousness failed me, my body writhing on the floor
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**DEEPHOLM POV**
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"What an utter waste of mana"
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Deepholm spoke to itself in third person, mentally pacing through the lavishly decorated sanctuary
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"The interloper dares to enter his claimed space, and then resists elimination. INSOLENCE!"
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the ground shook, the waves reverberating through his domain. a satisfied smirk appeared on his face. how could it hope to ever stand against him? Whatever trick it pulled against his voice, He would not fall twice for it. That cat it sent, it was a surprise to see it appear in his domain so suddenly, but taking care of it would not take long. Whatever plans it had were shattered with it's body, The sorcerer no match when in foreign domain, and the armies that were sent were probably not even a necessity as his scions alone could have uprooted the tree and destroyed the core.
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"What an absolute waste"
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It starts laughing, wondering how for even a moment it could have expected anything more. The rush of imminent victory fills his soul as he listens through his bond with the scions about the progress they made, how the last of the interloper's scions fell. How nothing was left to stand between it and defeat. The laughter silently swept across the room, showing itself as ripples through the steady flow of mana pulsing out of the core. This is what it meant to be powerful! He feels mighty! he feels great! he feels-
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***PAIN***
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a scream washes through the dungeon, wiping away any semblance of happiness it felt just a moment before as it recoiled, writhing at the new sensation filling it's perception. Turning his attention at the source hatefully, it finds the once the warm, pulsating domain that laid there like prey gone, replaced with a wall of torment and hostile intent, cold and black as it stood there unmoving. Raging, Deepholm reached out to it's scions, a mistake that it would regret soon after. The moment it established a proper connection with the scions horrifying visions filled it's mind, from the entirety of the universe to a place that was not meant to exist, twisted and tangled in shapes that would cause any other mind to babble and break. As if their body was it's own, for that split second it felt itself growing larger, tendons and muscle mutating into new organs that kept up the painful expansion, as eternity itself stretched out before him, a never ending stream in any given singular instance.
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Wailing with unknown emotions, the Dungeon retreated back to it's core, the momentary insight sweeping across him like a wave of acid, leaving festering wound across the entire mental space. "What..._IS_ that damned creation..?" words that came out heavy, tinted by a fear never felt before. The answers came like tendrils, stretching out from the foreign domain and piercing his, deepening the wounds that were already inflicted. "Impossible..." was all he could mutter as his body was pierced by the blackening roots, dividing him into pieces - the pain keeping Deepholm from drowning in the surrealism and impossibility of it all.
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And there, where once the corpse of the scion lay, an orb of nothingness manifested itself, the orange glimmer on the outside being the singular thing that prevented all from collapsing in it, a momentary space of reality and it's absence melding together. He could only stare, no arrogance, anger or joy remaining as the space grew to the size of the cave, light seemingly bending around it as he stared into the abyss, and the abyss stared back. There was no need to speak to understand that this was it's end. There is no reality where it could resist, and so he whispered the only thing he could
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"How..? " a single word uttered in complete helplessness at the happenings of an assault turned into utter annihilation. Orbs of Plasma from the void all burned him with their stare, beings that were not meant to be seen by the earth locked creature.
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a single voice, spoken in a chorus answered
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**TIME IS SIGHT**
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**GRAVITY IS DESIRE**
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**POTENTIAL UNLEASHED**
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***AN OFFERING WAS MADE, A TRADE CONCLUDED***
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**A SOUL FOR A SOUL**
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**AS ONE WAS ALL, AND ALL IS ONE**
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**WHAT WAS SHALL BE**
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**AND NOW THE PAYMENT**
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**WILL PAY THE PRICE**
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This hurts like Hell
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I groan, my entire body aching as if I trained nonstop for seven days straight, opening my sore eyes slowly
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This is Calderas domain... ugh, my head is killing me. Did she pull one of her tricks again and knocked me out so badly that I don't even know what I was doing?
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I squint my eyes, the glaring sunlight doing wonders by making me feel even worse than before, as I shield my eyes with my hands, providing some much needed relief
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"So much for hospitality" another groan, as the thought of Deepholm attacking shoots through me like lightning. The instant jump just makes me sit again as nausea overtakes me, the fast movement not serving well to my intentions of stopping this incessant headache. Looking around, I find the grass swaying in the wind, The tree still standing tall and the pond in the background. there were some denizens here and there, though all seemed to be asleep as me before. Affirming that there does not seem to be an immediate threat at least I focus inwards, letting my stagnant ki slowly come into proper motion, undoing the headache like untying a knot. Feeling somewhat better at least, I stand up, slower this time, and walk around. Though the relative silence is unusual, there seems to be no threat in sight. Deepholm's thralls are not to be seen, and any adventurers that could have gotten hurt must have departed already, as was planned.
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suddenly a gust of wind came from below and I felt like throwing up again. Barely holding it in I look down, and stare at the small crack in the ground revealing a cave that looks like burning charcoal if it's fire was a dim purple. from it, I could feel nothing. My senses are still messed up and I cannot afford to find out what it is, so I do the next best action and start running towards Caldera's Core
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**CALDERA POV**
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I lie in a sea of nothingness, swimming through the molasse like a log on a slow river. Lack of duties, a space where there is no touch and I relax in a space of my mind's making...there is no better feeling one can get. I drift, slowly and without direction, my eyes closed in the infinite comforting darkness, faint smile on my face. Yet it was not meant to be. I frown, as I make out some sound. Nooooo...I don't want to wake up. Can't I just sleep five more minutes? Groaning, I turn around, the comfort slowly slipping away and making way for light. I don't think I can ignore the alarm for that long... Ugh, I guess I'll have to do the shitty daily routine then as I always do. As the light embraces me I open my eyes, just to realize that I have none. Ah, right. That happened.
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focussing on the noise, I find myself at my core, a red woman yelling something something. Huh? what does she want? I focus on the noise made, slowly tuning my own hearing until I can hear the words
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"...DERA! oh thank the shield you are awake!"
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Huh? what's that? is it not missing a 'finally' before telling me how I was trying to cross the border with her and that bandit over here? wait, why does it sound like it's so important that I am awake?
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sharpening my attention I look at the surroundings, realizing that the aforementioned red woman was Lydia, standing in my sanctum without anybody else to guard her, no frogs, no Jackie - and the network of information spread by Alexa was nowhere to be found
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Panic mode settling in I rapidly skim around my domain, finding no invasion, no delvers, not a single thing happening. I quickly calmed down, partially, as the brain fog I woke up with still has not left me, and since this amount of quiet was far too unusual. Refocussing back to Lydia, she notices my attention immediately and asks "Do you know what is going on? I just woke up in the middle of the field, and there is no one to be found"
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Trying to answer her I am once again reminded of the lack of voices, so I simply divert my attention to finding my scions, starting with Jackie. I realize mid search that maybe Giorno or Alexa are better choices but I can just search for them later, for now I'll just focus on the task at hand
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Finding Jackie in the small space that is my former sanctum, I notice how her horns were shed, lying by the sides as she muttered in her sleep. Now how about you wake up? Of all my scions I expected you to be the least lazy one. In return she simply turned around and muttered something else, the intention this time being felt through the bond and translating roughly into "I do not want to be horny anymore, I just want to be happy". Oh haha, very punny. Well if that won't work, let's try... Hey Jackie, Lydia stole your strawberry chocolate cake and is eating all of it!
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Immediately her form changed from 5 more minutes to ready to fight the world as she jumped up and immediately hit her head on the root above, slumping into a crouch as she held her head from the ache as I laughed my ass off, getting an upset glare from her. Her faked anger was short lived however as she touched her head repeatedly to find the horns she's used to missing, just to see them lying on the floor. Looking around frantically, wondering if this is some prank or if she is sick, I focused her and myself away from the distraction on Lydia still waiting anxiously at the core, telling Jackie to sprint over to her while I look for the other scions after a flash of sharing information on the current situation.
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Before I was able to find any others however I felt a shudder run up my spine, as my clarity is regained yet the feeling of wrongness only intensifies - and now can actually be pointed somewhere. Right below me, where my border meets - Deepholm! switching over there immediately I find the source of that uneasiness, though it's not Deepholm, and I am unable to decide if what I see is more or less threatening
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Right at my border the uneasiness identifies itself as emptiness that rubs against my border, a feeling similar to driving a car with maybe a centimetre of space between it and an obstacle to the left or right, except I also cannot see; not truly. Because what I find is a shrouded space, purple swirling vortexes and darkness, A place where mana may go in, but nothing ever comes out. Whatever it is, it seems to be the only thing there, so from what I can tell...
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Deepholm is no more. And I do not know what to do with that.
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2023.06.02 23:22 ryleyscoot45 Cat in critical condition with sepsis

My girl has been given a 25% chance of survival granted she pulls through over the night with a possible gallbladder infection after confirked though surgery. My bond with her is indescribable words wouldn't do it justice. She is my other half everyone says how close we are to each other, She follows me around everywhere never leaving my site waiting for me at the door when I come from work, sleeping on my bed every single night. She tolerates pets from other people but only ever enjoyed mine no one made her purr. She is so intelligent never made a mess in her life able to do tricks and never set foot in the front garden even if the door was wide open because she knew after she escaped 1 time I didn't want her going outside only in the garden. Literally Anything I ate she wanted a bite of. The past week she hasn't been eating and with countless pet visits appetite stimulants and medicine with probioitcs she still wouldn't eat. I would spend hours sitting next to her with food on my hand just to get her to lick a tiny amount. I admitted her yesterday after she wasn't improving and the vet said her temperature was 40.2 C. The day before I went in the vet had checked everything apart from her temp as she was squirming around and decided to stick it near her nipples, If they had checked her temp properly would she of been a bit better? After they got her bloodwork back they peppered for surgery. First they had to increase her blood pressure as it was too low and put antibiotics in her drip.At the time they gave her a 60% chance of survival. During surgery they wasn't able to find the cause only lots of fluid containing bacteria in her body which got flushed with saline after checking everything they came to the conclusion it must be the gall bladder but didn't notice any tears or inflammation, before they could do anything they had to stop as she no longer was responding to the blood pressure medicine so they are now waiting for her to stabilize and continue it tomorrow. They also said her organs are critical. I don't know what to do I feel very weak I already have a weak heart I'm on medication for. Shes only 1 year 4 months old, after I got diagnosed I got her to help my mental state. What do I do now she is my everything it's probably ridiculous to say but for me that's the whole truth I can't imagine a world without her she's too young she still has a whole life ahead of her I can't even think if I didn't write this down I would go crazy.
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2023.06.02 23:18 buckytheburner This Game Sucks

I love everything about this game. Artistically speaking it's true to Star Wars in every sense of the title and the devs expanded the story and combat in a near perfect fashion. One that feels like it's truly simulating a Jedi experience.
ALL THAT SAID this game is so utterly broken at times I am surprised all of my ps5 controllers are still intact.
I chose to explore Jeddha yesterday after work before finishing the final control center level at Koboh and I grinded through the parkour Force Tear in the flats, the Eno Cordova puzzles, all leftover collectibles, and all legendary boss fights before I called it a night. I rested at a meditation point and put ps5 in rest mode.
Try to imagine my frustration when I turn the game on, it puts me at the meditation point at which I left it, and I check the map to see every single collectible, rumor, and puzzle completely undone. Like I had never got on the game the day before. Jeddha is back to 75.9% explored. Is this some sort of sick joke? Is there a dev laughing at my anguish somewhere unseen? I feel as if I have suddenly become self-aware in the Truman Show that is my life.
I.. I need retribution. My anger is unquenchable. The dark side beckons.
Respawn underestimates my power.
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2023.06.02 23:18 normadezmonds the pile of laundry on my floor is trying to eat me.

I know this sounds crazy. Shut up. I get it. I’ve heard it all before: “what are you talking about?” “You’re insane.” “This is why you shouldn’t do molly before your brain finishes developing.” My friends don’t believe me. My parents don’t believe me. My therapist doesn’t believe me. And I don’t blame them. I didn’t believe me either, at first. Maybe I still don’t. There’s no moral here; this isn’t some cautionary tale about the importance of keeping clean. If it were, it’d be the sickest, most twisted way to teach someone to fold their stupid clothes.
I normally fold my laundry. I do. I’m not a slob! I hate walking into my bedroom and seeing clothes on the floor. I hate it, seriously! I don’t believe in it, don’t subscribe to it, and don’t condone it. The floor could be as clean as a freshly zamboni’d ice rink, but the second my clothes touch it they instantly get dirty – coated in lint, dust, and grime that latch onto my shirts and underwear like leeches.
But no one’s perfect. I’m not an idiot, ok? I’m a realist. I’m an adult. I slip up sometimes. A bit of depression here, a dash of anxiety there, and suddenly I don’t feel like folding that huge lump of clothes the exact second the dryer vomits them out. In those cases, I put the pile on my desk chair, and I wait a few days. I go to work, I run my errands, I wash my face, and, whatever – you get the gist. Eventually, I work up the courage to square up to that foul fabric beast and tear it apart, devoting twenty minutes to folding and putting away every single piece of clothing until my room is back to its normal, serene state. This cycle is a perfectly normal part of the monotonous yet inconsistent ebb and flow that is adulthood, and I’m not going to put myself on trial for occasionally succumbing to it. Well, the last load of laundry I did was a particularly big one. Massive, actually. So big I thought the washing machine drum would break off its axle, spin out into my kitchen, and crash through a wall. After the clothes dried, I let them sit in the machine for a few days because taking them out proved too daunting a task (and yes, I opened the dryer door a bit so the clothes could air out. I’m not an idiot).
Eventually, I worked up the courage to extract the atrocious textile pile and take it to my room for folding. The pile was too big and too heavy to fit on my chair, so I threw it on the ground. I know, I know – I’m wincing at the thought. But I had too. It was enormous. At the time, folding felt like too herculean a task to do in that moment. So I waited a day. And another day. And another. I went to work, I ran my errands, I washed my face. By then, a week had gone by, and the pile was still there, on the floor at the foot of my bed. I went to bed that night promising myself I would deal with it in the morning.
Well, girls and boys, I didn’t deal with it. That day I did nothing; I did nothing but go to work, run my errands, and wash my face. And that evening I opened a beer, plopped my ass on the couch, and watched “New Girl.” I hate that show. I despise that show. But I watch reruns when my body is tired but my mind is awake; when I need something to dull my brain until it meets my body halfway on that miserable road to exhaustion.
When I crawled into bed that night, the laundry pile was still there, obviously. A sock was sticking out and touching the foot of my bed. It was funny, though, because I didn’t remember the pile physically touching my bed the night before. But who really remembers things like that, anyway? I figured the pile must have come apart a bit due to vibrations in the floor when I walked -- gravity, or something. It was a bulbous, globular, uneven stack of clothes, for fuck’s sake. I know this sounds silly – it’s just that my first thought when I saw the pile had shifted slightly towards my bed wasn’t that it was actively moving towards me.
I have bad dreams often, but that night’s was especially bad. I dreamt I stepped into an enormous bowl of pancake batter and couldn’t get out. I sunk into the batter, slowly, tortuously, inch by inch, until the beige mass globbed onto my face. Just as it covered my eyes and stuck them shut, I suddenly woke up with a shooting pain in my foot. The pain was almost indescribable: a burning, almost acidic sensation. It subsided immediately the moment I woke up and drew my legs up to my chest, curling into the fetal position and rubbing my foot until my mind coaxed itself to sleep. When I woke up that morning, my thoughts returned to that brief pain in my foot. I almost couldn’t even remember if it had been a dream or not. Until I looked at my foot. The top half of my left sole was a patchy red color. I grabbed hold of the foot and held it up as close to my face as my inflexible body could manage. My brow furrowed in disgust. I had the same expression in my face as when I was sixteen and riddled with acne and would pop an innocuous-looking zit, only for it to erupt and bukkake my mirror with an egregious quantity of pus. My disgust, however, then morphed into an acute sense of unease. Because there, in the center of this rosy patch on my foot, were four small indentations. They were deep in my skin, as far as you can press down on flesh before drawing blood. Each mark was parallel to the other. Bite marks.
I looked at my foot, then at the foot of my bed (no pun intended), where the pile of laundry sat. Then back at my foot. Then back at the pile. Something about it was different now. I swear it, suddenly it looked a bit more ominous, more looming, more… big. Yes, it was bigger. It had taken on a new color, too. A pair of jeans, my rainbow socks, and a Grand Theft Auto 5 T-shirt that I hadn’t seen before on the top of the pile were now sticking out, looking right at me. It’s strange; you don’t expect a pile of clothes to activate your fight or flight response, but looking back on that moment now, even if my conscience didn’t register it at the time, I was afraid.
I got up, got dressed with whatever clothes remained in my closet away from the pile (not much), and shut my bedroom door. I went to work that day, I ran errands, I washed my face. I went home. I changed clothes. As I changed, I stared at the pile. Now there wasn’t just a single sock touching the foot of the bed – now many, many socks were pressed against it, reaching out like little white hands of cotton. In fact, the whole pile seemed to be pushing its weight against my bed. But, like I said earlier, this was not something I consciously decided to worry about in that moment. It’s a pile of laundry, for fuck’s sake. I walked into the living room and shut the door behind me. I decided then that that night I would finally dismantle the pile and fold each and every piece of clothing. But not right then. My buddy Sam was coming over any second to have a beer and watch “New Girl.”
He got to my place twenty minutes later than he was supposed to, and when I opened the door four little legs trotted in with him. “This is Clarence!” he said with that bizarrely prideful tone in his voice that new dog owners sometimes have. It’s the same tone new mothers have, but since, as far as I know, humans are not physically capable of giving birth to chihuahuas, the tone in this case is always completely unwarranted. But I digress -- I was a little pissed, to say the least. Sam hadn’t asked if it was ok to bring Clarence. We were about five minutes into a random episode I had rouletted from season three when Clarence started yapping. I peeled my eyes off the screen and suddenly realized he wasn’t on the couch with us anymore. Indeed, he was standing right in front of my closed bedroom door, howling into the air and clawing at the wood. “Yo, Clare! Shut up!” Sam yelled as he paused the TV and sauntered over to Clarence. My first thought was Is "Clare" really a nickname for Clarence? My second thought was Oh my god. Do not let Clarence into that room.
“NO!” I blurted out.
“Huh?” Sam grunted as he turned to look at me with that big stupid face of his. Clarence kept barking.
“You… you can’t go in there,” I stammered. “It’s messy.” I straightened myself up.
Sam scoffed. “You got dead bodies in there or something?” He looked at Clarence, who refused to let up. “Something’s bothering him.”
“I can see that, but –“
Sam laughed, put his hand on the knob and started to turn.
“NO!” I screamed again. Clarence stopped barking that time. Sam took his hand off the knob.
“I told you. Don’t go in my room,” I chided.
“Dude. You… you don’t actually have dead bodies in there, do you?” Sam asked as his smile gradually disappeared.
I sighed. “Jesus Christ. Of course not! It… it’s just messy. Super messy. Like, so messy. It’s embarrassed.”
“OK. But now I feel like, as your friend, I have a responsibility to check. Just to make sure…”
“OK, well, I told you, you can’t go into my room.”
“… just to make sure you don’t have any dead bodies in there.”
“I DON’T HAVE ANY DEAD FUCKING BODIES IN MY ROOM!” My face went purple with rage.
“Well now you’re reacting as if you have a dead body in your room.” I sighed and rubbed my forehead. He had a point. “Ok. You can look inside… just… can you pick Clarence up first?”
Sam looked at me weirdly, but then quickly accepted this one condition and picked the little hairy sausage up. He grabbed the knob and turned. I held my breath as he looked inside.
“Oh my god. Dude. What the shit?”
“What? What?” I raced to the door and peered inside. The room was more or less the same as it had been that morning. Well, except for the laundry pile had…
“You should really fold your laundry, dude.”
… doubled in size. It was massive, over half the height of the room now, spilling across my bed. I started to shake. How was this happening? What was happening? There were more clothes in the pile now than I had ever owned in my entire life. And, I suddenly realized, I was no longer able to recognize the clothes themselves. While before I could clearly identify individual pieces within the pile – my red plaid boxers, my cargo shorts, a lone Nike sock – the mass now took on an abstract and mind-boggling shape. It was as if the clothes had stretched, twisted, even fused themselves together. Clashing colors bled into each other like watercolors. Disparate textures met at messy seams like some sort of scratchy, monstrous quilt.
Sam, clearly not understanding the apparent danger of this… this thing in my room, took a step forward.
“NO!” I blurted out. I said that a lot that night. And I would say it again soon.
“What is going on with you, man?” A condescending smile curled over that idiot’s lips. I couldn’t even begin to tell him. It was all too ridiculous. And yet, I had never been so terrified.
“Do you wanna go on a walk? Let’s go on a walk.”
“Huh?” Sam said with that stupid, stupid face of his cocked at such a severe angle it looked like his neck would snap in half.
My eyes turned to Clarence, who was still in Sam’s clutches and staring at the pile with wide, terrified eyes. “He hasn’t peed in a while. Let’s take him outside! Let’s take him for a walk!” I pleaded.
Sam looked at Clarence, who didn’t even register his dear owner’s gaze. His eyes were locked on the pile. He was trembling.
“Eh. He’s fine! You really should fold your laundry, though. I’ll help.” He walked towards the pile.
“NO!”
“OK, can you calm the actual fuck down, dude?” He turned to me again. Clarence squirmed in his arms. He whimpered and gnawed at the air, his little black eyes as if pleading, "let me down. Let me go."
“What the fuck, Clare?” Clarence managed to wiggle his way out of Sam’s grasp and hit the floor like a billiard ball. Immediately he twisted himself onto his feet and scurried out of the room.
“Maybe he does have to pee,” Sam wondered aloud. I sighed with relief.
“Yes! Let’s go!”
“But first we gotta deal with this.” He turned back to the pile.
“Later, Sam. Please.”
“Nah, bro. This is insane. It’s one thing to put off chores for a couple days, but this… this is mental illness,” He crouched down, right next to the pile, and reached out. “I can’t let you live like this -- ”
Then there was movement. A flash of color. A sudden jerk. A lunge. Of polyester and cotton and wool and linen. A brief yelp -- “oh!”-- managed to escape Sam’s lips just before the pile swallowed him whole.
I stood there like an idiot, frozen in terror as the pile contorted and undulated with Sam inside, re-arranging his big body like a snake swallowing a deer. The most vile and disturbing sounds I’ve ever heard accompanied Sam’s muted screams from inside: tearing, crunching, dissolving, guzzling. Sam let out one final blood-curdling scream before a nauseating POP rang out and everything went quiet. The pile was still now. A putrid smell filled the air, like the smell of raw chicken left out to rot on a hot concrete patio. Death.
Then, right before my eyes, the pile began to grow, metastasizing with new lumps of fabric sprouting in all directions. The smell got thicker and heavier with each inch the pile grew. It wasn’t until it reached the ceiling that I was able to rouse myself from my shock and I turned and ran out of the room. I grabbed Clarence, who had been scratching pathetically at my front door in a desperate bid to escape, and fled my apartment. I ran down the street. I ran down the block. I just ran. I ran for hours, in no particular direction, with Clarence in my arms.
It’s been two weeks. I’m writing this now from a motel room. I don’t know what motel it is. I ran into the first one I came across and haven’t left since. Clarence is fast asleep on the bed. He’s ugly and annoying, but I’ve found myself yelling “Clare!” when I want to get his attention. I haven’t been back to my apartment since that day. I’m never going back. I don’t want to know what’s in there, how much bigger it’s become.
I’m still wearing the same clothes from that day. My shirt and pants are heavy with sweat. I smell like shit. But it’s fine because I’m not changing my clothes. I’m not cleaning my clothes, either. Maybe I will, one day. Not for a long time, though. And if I do ever get around to it, I swear to God -- I’m folding them immediately.
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2023.06.02 23:15 kydwykkydd I really want to change my name

(22f) im really not ballsy enough though. the most I can say for my natural disposition is that im quiet/reserved, im not much and idk what to say about my self non specifically. bpd makes it a whole other level, when it comes to my unstable identity, I feel like changing my name is a good idea? I dislike nearly everything about myself, but my name and my voice are probably at the top. I dont know how I want to come off to people as, there's nothing specific about me on the inside, I really dont know what would work for me and it kills me. which is why my voice and my name are at the top of my self hatred. they're like the two things that basically shape/define yourself before you get the chance to. I hate my voice and the way my mouth moves when I talk, but there's nothing I can do about that aside from not talk much, it keeps me from wanting to speak my mind honestly.
But my name I can change, and im at a point where I dont know anyone, life is shit and very stagnant that if I were to do it, now might be the best time to reinvent myself before I try and get out there in the world. Im not unfamiliar to having an unstable name. My mom was single when she had me, so legally I have her last name, then throughout school she hyphenated my last name w her husbands. I reject any relation to her husband, who has been there for my whole life, so dad I guess, but he disgusts me in so many regards and has been very fucked up and emotionally neglectful throughout my life. so I dropped his name in high school. ive grown to, as a whole, not consider my family my family. I also think Im built like that towards them regardless, they've just given me tons of reasons to not like them. ever since I was a kid ive known there's something lacking in the way I feel about them, I never loved them like I would see everyone else love their families. Everyone outside of my immediate family is very arms length anyway. this was only fueled by my moms increasing alcohol issues. I just want nothing to do with the name that was given to me from this origin.
I just want a new name but idk how similar or far and random I should go. or where to start when even thinking about it. if I should look at first names that have the same letter as my current, if I should base it off my middle name, or should I just take a random name I like, if I should take my biological father's last name as im kinda entitled to it, how I should even navigate last names? so many questions. it's hard cause names should be fitting, and I heard of a study about how we subconsciously and subtly mold ourselves to our name as we age but like many on here, identity is a struggle, and ive never had a sense of identity before, and as I said my name is one of those things that I feel holds me down. anyone relate?
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2023.06.02 23:11 Carnadge 31 [M4F] Northwest Georgia/EST USA - Creative guy looking for a long-term relationship

How’s it going!? I’m a 31-year-old, 6’1” tall, light-skinned Black guy living outside the Atlanta, GA area, looking for and hoping to find a woman to date long-term! I’m ideally looking for someone who is open to a serious relationship (of course with time after getting to know one another and dating) eventually if things go well and connect between us. More on that below but a bit about me first.

About Me:

About You and What I’m Looking for:

If you like what you read, fit what I’m looking for, and think that we could be a match for each other, go ahead and send me a DM or chat message!
Please shoot me a selfie or photo of you and a short bio when you message me.
How about we go out for coffee, ramen, a game of mini-golf, or explore a convention together?
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2023.06.02 23:10 Fooshman135 Does there exist a movie theater map tool which displays showtimes for a selected movie?

I'm looking for a tool that lets you select a single movie, and it then displays a map showing all theaters near you which are showing that movie along with the next 2-3 showtimes. Added bonus if the tool lets you filter on a specified range of showtimes too. This sounds like something that would already exist and be commonly used, but I haven't been able to find it.
Fandango gets me 50% of the way there in one of two ways:
I do know that Fandango has a public API, meaning someone could potentially create this themselves, but my programming skills aren't good enough to build it on my own.
Thanks in advance for any ideas!
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2023.06.02 23:09 Carnadge 31 [M4F] Northwest Georgia/EST USA - Creative guy looking for a long-term relationship

How’s it going!? I’m a 31-year-old, 6’1” tall, light-skinned Black guy living outside the Atlanta, GA area, looking for and hoping to find a woman to date long-term! I’m ideally looking for someone who is open to a serious relationship (of course with time after getting to know one another and dating) eventually if things go well and connect between us. More on that below but a bit about me first.

About Me:

About You and What I’m Looking for:

If you like what you read, fit what I’m looking for, and think that we could be a match for each other, go ahead and send me a DM or chat message!
Please shoot me a selfie or photo of you and a short bio when you message me.
How about we go out for coffee, ramen, a game of mini-golf, or explore a convention together?
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2023.06.02 23:08 Wishyouamerry Month 5 - Independent contracting with schools (final update)

Hello everyone! Here is my May update, and it will most likely be my final update as I'm only working 4 days in June.
Month 1
Month 2
Month 3
Month 4
What you're all tuning in for: Here's what I made in May: $10,050 I will make about $2,000 in June, so the total I'll have earned from January to June will be around $51,000.
May was pretty much just a push to the finish line. I did take two sick days (darn kids) but otherwise, I just kept grinding away. May was state testing month here, and it really stretches out the whole. entire. month. Of course I was bounced around from room to room every day, but for some reason as a contractor this didn't bug me nearly as much as it used to when I was a district employee. Maybe because as an employee I felt like I should be valued more than I was?
One thing that became abundantly clear in May is that as a contractor you will absoutely never ever get a head's up about any field trip, fun day, assembly, or anything else going on at the school. Be prepared to walk into a suprise every time you show up! This month I was not told about a field trip I was expected to go on until 20 minutes before the trip; I was not told about two different trips that took 75% of my caseload out of the building (I could have switched days if I'd known), and I was unaware that field day was scheduled on my day.
The secretary from school School C (you may remember School C is pretty much the bane of my existence) randomly sent me an email yesterday asking me to please hurry up and send her my service agreement for next year so she can get it board approved. I was like .... huh? I thought I was just covering until the end of the year and they were going to hire someone. When I asked for clarification she kind of backtracked and said they wanted it on file "just in case." I went ahead and sent it to her. As much as I complain about School C I've got to admit they are ON POINT with paying me. Lightning fast, never a single problem. And that's something I can appreciate!
I also got roped into agreeing to do ESY for school A one day per week in July and August. Ugh, but they are seriously in the middle of nowhere and I felt bad for them. They're pushing me hard to agree to come back next year, but it's just so far away (it's an hour drive down the turnpike - like, the school is practically in Delaware!)
School D, which is the private school for the disabled, inspired me to modify my data sheet tool so that it will auto-generate my SEMI logs for me. All I have to do is click a button at the end of the month and all the reports will be created as PDFs into a folder in my Google Drive. I'm not gonna lie, it's pretty freaking awesome! I still need to tweak it a little for public use, but keep a lookout - I'll post it as soon as I have it ready to share!
As of right now, I have one more day at School D, and I'm going into School A one day to finalize my paperwork, print stuff, etc. Then I am done for the summer! (Kind of!) I'm definitely looking forward to having some time to relax, and I'm interested to see what the fall will bring. Where will I end up? All I know is plenty of SLPs are young women of child-bearing age, so I'm pretty confident I'll be able to fill my time.
Feel free to ask me anything you want to know!
The email I send out to districts.
The service agreement I used - but moving forward I will add a time limit for eval edit requests.
The command center I use.
The SATPAC session tally I use - this one is specifically for SATPAC.
A data/tally sheet that can be used for with any student goals
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