So it goes without saying that I haven’t really been around to do my part sifting through the shit and overtime the subreddit has become quite a zoo of shit posting.
As we have grown exponentially in such a short amount of time, with nearly 140k members and a million page views every week, our team in all honesty has just been out numbered.. Upkeep after such an influx of members has been overwhelming. The traffic to our page as well as dealing with personal life has caused complacency on my part. Because of this, we are looking for new Mods to try to give this page the jump start it deserves.
We're looking for people who;

• Understand our rules like the back of their hand and are able to use their own discretion to make unbiased decision regarding the Approval/ Denial of posts & eventually users.
• Preferably with some form of experience moderating.
• Knowledgeable when it comes to harm reduction is a huge plus.
• Common sense is required, and being able to separate yourself from the situation is a must (in other words, if you’re a moody bitch fuck off).

We need people who are willing to put energy into the subreddit and help stabilize the amount of shit posting as well as hopefully changing the way our community is viewed.
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DM me directly[ u_warped ]letting me know a little about yourself, and what you believe makes you a good candidate for moderation.
Regards,

It's been clear from the start that my MIL and I (39F) are vastly different people. I'm very ambivalent about religion and she's having-visions-from-God Christian. And then there's personality, experience, world view, you name it.
I started therapy and have come to the conclusion that we're incompatible. I've dropped the rope, made DH do admin and the emotional work. I've also worked out part of the reason my MIL freaks me out so much: she reminds me of my abusive stepmother. Yay for new diagnosis of complex PTSD.
Now, here's the thing. I don't know if she just affects ne less (yay therapy) or if her marriage was just really dreadful (FIL passed from not being vaccinated against Covid)... but when I saw her a weekend ago, she was okay. I still don't like her, but there was no just-no behavior. Even my husband says that she's better.
What now? I'm obviously still keeping her at arm's length and she's not going to have alone time with our son (2M), but I'm starting to wonder if I misjudged her.
What do you think?

No sooner had Najia sat down at a dingy canteen on the scrap facility than her datapad received a call from Yorilos. She hadn't even gotten her coffee yet, and thought that was supremely unfair. "Anyone wanna bet he natters on without stopping to let me interrupt?"
There were no takers, and she propped the datapad up, connecting the call. Yorilos's face appeared, in the cockpit of the ship she had 'liberated' for him. "Excellent!" he exclaimed without preamble. "Now, Protectyon is exorbitantly expensive, but I suppose we will not need an entire unit to conduct your research. It might be our best course of action to approach the CEO of Northriver Company directly. We might be able to buy a small sample from him... If we can find him, that is. It is well known that he occasionally likes to flaunt his enormous wealth. A fellow trader just spotted him taking his most prized possession out for a pleasure cruise. I have sent you the coordinates of his last known location. Start from there."
He terminated the call, and Najia sat back, blinking. "Did he even stop to breathe?" Marta snorted. "That guy apparently sucks wind with his asshole, since he sure as hell didn't take any in through his mouth!"
Najia snorted, laughing and covering her face with her palm. Ace looked at Marta in disbelief for a few moments, as she worked out the idiom, then let out a high-pitched, almost strangled trill, hanging her head. "Y'all know I'm right," Marta hammered the point in. "He is longwinded, yes. And also, unfortunately, an idiot," Ace declared. "Well... Yes, but why in specific, this time?"
"I hope for his sake he is fantastic in the bunk and willing to pursue a career in prostitution, because he is clearly a homeworld-raised true believer in nonsense," Ace spat. "He actually believes 'the invisible hand of the free market' will result in equitable distribution of goods and wealth?!" She let out a shrill trill. "In Avarice and Windfall no less!" Marta snorted. "Yeah... He'd better be planning to be a boy-toy." She rolled her eyes. "Does he really think that the CEO of a monopoly is just going to sell us a tiny sample of what's making him filthy rich so we can take it away, analyze it, synthesize it, and start competing with him?" "Apparently he does," Najia said with an exasperated sigh. "That's kind of... Frightening, actually. Though chasing this fellow down might be something we'll have to do eventually, but for now... We might as well just buy a load."
"Protectyon is not ordinary cargo," Ace pointed out. "I do not know the specifics, but I do know that it requires special cargo-handling equipment. The Rakers know this. They guard the nature of this equipment with some skill. Between that, and that the only market for the stuff is here in Windfall, it is not a substance of any value to a pirate... Presumably, small containers for transporting small quantities are available to those in the know, of course." "Of course... But in this case, I think the best move is to make use of my checking account," Najia said. The waitress arrived with coffee in a cheap metal mug, which Najia took gratefully, as did the rest of her party. They were sitting at a table next to Robin and the party of crew she had brought with them. Najia took a drink of the coffee, and grimaced immediately. "Don't like it, spacer," the waitress asked with a smirk as she handed out the others' drinks. "Took me by surprise. Tidebreak serves it sweet enough to curl eyebrows." No sooner had she said that, than the waitress sat a bottle on the table with a heavy, dense thunk. Najia poured it in, and nodded; it was some kind of yellowish syrup or synthetic honey. "Thank you," she said. "Sure, whatever. Your ship brought a load of food here - and not even like, the stuff the fuckin' Viggs 'let us' have, at extortionate rates. So, there's that, spacer." The waitress turned and hurried away. Ace snorted. "Not very grateful, was she?" She had, apparently, missed where part of the plan had been to have Takio's personal Baku deliver a load of food, which she supposed had transpired while she was asleep.
"These people are... Prickly. I can understand that," Najia said. "Anyway, I'm just going to take the simple route on this one: buy one of the condensate ships, load it with the stuff at market value, and have it fly it to the headquarters... For 'upgrades' of course." She grinned.
Ace trilled softly at that. "Upgrades indeed." She fiddled with the datapad in her hand as Najia and the others started to do likewise, and after a few moments, found what seemed to be a saved-game in progress. It looked like a sketch of a space station, but it struck her as being a puzzle game, and probably an 'indie' one at that, given the godawful user-interface. She quickly worked it out of course, because a pirate's mind is slippery by necessity and a Teladi's mind is primed to calculate a dozen variables at once, and then she could dig into the meat of it. It looked like a space station, but it was one built on an impossible scale; an absolute megalith of a station, an absurd and ridiculous monolith seemingly built to construct the most basic and common of Commonwealth construction materials, but in absolutely absurd quantities. There was a rider on it, too; and that seemed to be the objective of the game, or at least of the current level; adding a mixed population of Terran, Argon, and Teladi workers, and the requisite inputs to feed them all, enough to run the entire station and then some.
The datapad in her hand chirr-uped, and Ace saved and closed the progress she had made in the game, finding that a new report had been filed by the professor they had hired for, frankly, enough money to probably have employed the entire Empyrean Curs. She skimmed the summary - short, consise and to the point - and trilled softly. "Interesting development," she noted. "Your starship professor is making yet more inroads." She looked up at the human magnate. "Apparently he found a project starfighter that someone had been preparing in one of your hangars."
Najia chuckled. "A project starfighter?" She took the datapad. "Paramerion...? Hmph. Looks like someone stripped down a Kallis for speed and narrowness, judging by these stats." "Could be fun," Marta pointed out. "For someone who likes to fly, that is," she added, grinning at Najia and Ace.
Najia chuckled, and then shook her head. "Might even be just the thing for chasing down this Northriver fellow, if we assume he's going to make himself difficult to catch up to. According to the Professor, it's currently a one-off, but they should be able to extrapolate the plans and build more, if desired. Seems that it actually was based on some early, unproduced Kallis prototypes." "I'll have it sent out to the Avarice Necessities supplier," Najia added. "Meanwhile..."
A high-importance alert hit her datapad. She frowned as she read the report; one - then two - then three - of her freighters in Windfall were reporting being harassed by the Vigor syndicate. That was new. She scowled at that, snarling.
"Trouble," Ace asked. Under the table, she curled her tail around Najia's calf, and Najia rubbed her eyes. "Trouble," Ace repeated; no longer an interrogative, but a statement. "The Vigor syndicate have apparently decided to start harassing ships carrying food," she noted, wrathfully. "That you have gone so long without them doing so is the anomaly," Ace pointed out. "They are not shy about that they use force to enforce their monopoly on food in Windfall and Vigor," she added. "And was this not the fight you intended to wage anyway?"
"Yes," Najia hissed angrily. "But the timing is wrong." She rubbed her eyeballs, seething. Her ships were reporting that the Vigor syndicate were being very aggressive; not quite at the point of shooting openly at them - which would go poorly for everyone concerned frankly - but they were harassing them openly, shaking them down for bribes or even demanding they drop cargo, as well as conducting "police" inspections for "contraband" - meaning food and water. "Then what do you plan to do?"
Najia grit her teeth, closing her eyes. She focused on the feeling of Ace's tail squeezing her calf, and seethed, but calmed herself. "Comply... For now. Set up some goodwill by selling them energy cells again." "Again? They're probably angry you cut them off in the first place," Ace noted, and Najia snorted. "Probably." Najia let out an annoyed hiss of breath. "Well, we'll deal with it." She drummed her fingers in annoyance on the bare metal, cafeteria-style table. "The time is not yet. Not yet... Yet." She cracked her knuckles, one-by-one. "First, we need to chase down this Protectyon stuff." She started fiddling on her datapad. "I'll just place the order and have it sent to the HQ. If Boso Ta can't work with that, well... I guess we'll try it Yorilos' way and chase down this Northriver."
"It might be worthwhile to approach him now in any event," Ace suggested. "The Northriver company are, as you might imagine... Well-connected, with the Vigor Syndicate." Najia pursed her lips and frowned, but nodded. She looked around the dingy cafeteria, and sighed, nodding, but sighed again, heavily. "You can't fix everything, Ninja Taco; and what you can fix, you mostly can't fix in a day," Marta said, softly. "Let's just... Let's try Ace's idea."
Najia nodded, with a heavy sigh. She covered her head with her hands for a few moments, and let out a huff. She needed a bit of breathing room, time to think, time to plan. She looked around, and drummed her fingers on the table. "Let's finish our business here, and head for the Necessities station," she said. "We'll give the Raleigh I bought time to make it to the HQ, and the Paramerion time to get here... Then we'll use it, as it's apparently speed incarnate, to chase down Northriver and see what he can tell us about Protectyon, or the Syndicate, or both." She looked around; there were no particular objections raised. Ace snorted softly at her. "I and 'Chipmunk' are laying low; it matters little to me where we do so or what other activities we engage in whilst doing. Besides, I wonder what this station looks like."
Najia grinned at her.
Scant hours later, Ace was in the co-pilot's seat of the Baku as it arrowed in to land, alongside the Radiant Afterglow that had been shadowing them the whole time. The station was a mammoth; Ace had been expecting some kind of small way-station. It had absolutely gargantuan solar arrays pointing at the nearby star; the number of docks and piers was, frankly, grossly excessive, to the point that Ace reckoned it could easily hold the entire ship population of Avarice. There were massive personnel accommodations, and all the things she had seen that made Takio's constructions so awe-inspiring. "The number of docks and piers you have here is mind-boggling," Ace commented as the ship landed on one of the Terran-style disk docks. "It defies description. I cannot imagine why."
Najia smiled weakly at her, leaning out to look out through the expansive flight-deck window. "Quite simply? I wanted there to never, ever, ever be any question about whether or not a ship in need of safe-habor from the Tide could find it here. And yes, we're buying the Protectyon stuff - at quite ridiculous prices - to keep the place safe." She pointed at a massive, triple-pronged module along the station's 'spine.' "The Breakers built that, and the storage for it. They're effectively a 'black box' to us since part of the deal there was that we didn't poke around inside, but the thing keeps working, and we've isolated them from outside comms to ensure that stays the case."
Ace snorted. "I'm surprised you agreed to refrain from reverse-engineering them." "Well, we did. Of course, we lied," Najia said, with a grin. "I don't believe in letting other people keep technological secrets from me. But we're not, you know, cutting our way in or anything... Sometimes, you have to move slow. Besides, nobody would bat an eyelash at me commissioning another Raleigh and stocking it with some Protectyon, right?" "Right," Ace said, chuckling. She glanced up at the station. It was massive. She glanced down at the time-table; the Paramerion would arrive in approximately sixteen hours. "This place is huge. I might have to look around."
Najia smiled at her. "Feel free. You want to come with me to chase down this Northriver character? I think I'm going to give this prototype a test run myself." Ace trilled. "That sounds fun. Sure."
The Avarice Necessities Supplier station was a mammoth. Ace had explored it thoroughly; it had all the amenities one might expect of a space station, which was surprising in Avarice space. Unsurprising to her now, was that the prices were absolutely rock-bottom. Not quite giving the stuff away at cost, but close enough. It was, Ace mused, a good way to make inroads with the Rakers, though she suspected that Takio was doing so out of beneficience as much as anything else. She seemed positively furious that the Syndicate were exerting control over food and water; absolutely furious.
That, Ace realized, was something that set her apart. To her way of thinking, it was only to be expected that the party which had the power to establish a monopoly on such basic necessities should do so, to further increase their power and wealth, exploiting that position to enrich themselves. Takio clearly did not see it that way. It was an affront to her; and she was clearly plotting the Syndicate's downfall over it. Ace mused these musings both before and after she took a nap, in a surprisingly-affordable lodging room she took on the station. The amenities were in fact made in the same style and materials as those Najia had established for herself back on her headquarters station. The shower, in particular, was an absolute luxury to Ace's mind; there was no time- or pressure-limiter, no charge for the water use, and, as with the showers on her ships, featured a slick slatted floor instead of an obvious drain and a bench. All available at such a rate that anyone who landed here could afford to stay without difficulty. Neither were there any other tiers of accommodation available; there were no 'suites' above and beyond what she slept in, nor were there the expected squalorus hostel dormitories she had sometimes been able to avail herself of in her youth - at prices that sometimes exceeded that of the individual suite she enjoyed. The only other forms of room available were doubles and quads for pairings or parties sleeping together, and 'accessibility' rooms for persons with mobility or other issues.
Ace had found this so surprising, in fact, she had chatted up the clerk at the lodging module. Apparently, Takio Enterprises had taken some simple shortcuts in their design process, by not doing the design work themselves; they had simply followed Segaris traveler-accommodation regulations and made use of a common Segaris habitat module design. The prices were set low because the station was, ultimately, self-sufficient save for the reliance on Protectyon, and it was largely viewed as a public service.
The difference between this station and the one they had left hardly any time at all before was striking. The Terran construction techniques Takio used were incredible, of course; but it also spoke to their intents that they were effectively leaving money in the pockets of persons who would pay higher prices for what they were offering and gladly. Of course, she mused, it wasn't entirely utopic. It couldn't be. she had found a tavern and lurked, and certainly she had caught the (metaphorical) scent of black-market trade. The number of employees at the station was enormous, surely there would be those who could be bribed. There was certain, she knew, to be a thriving underbelly in illicit goods or services; though it seemed that there was an effort to minimize this, by the simple expedient of making the most commonly-smuggled goods and most commonly-criminalized services legal, mostly in the Teladi style; Ace saw vending machines which dispensed packets of Space Weed and found a local-net exchange board which purported to connect medically-checked and cleared prostitutes with clients; tangential to that was a heap of information about prostitution - both practical and, she saw with a little digging, historical and philosophical - as well as resources for those looking to get into that trade, beginning with reporting to medical for an examination. There was also a stark warning that pimping, or abusing a prostitute in any way, carried a summary sentence of execution. Ace's eyes shot up at that. She ran a few searches to see what cut Takio Enterprises was taking for this, but couldn't find any over and above presumably the rental price of the lodging rooms involved.
It almost seemed clinical, but, she mused, on the balance, if this environment had been available to her when she was trying to figure out what to do to avert hunger, it certainly would have seemed a far more attractive option. Her primary reason for shying away from prostitution as a career, had been the fear of winding up the property of a pimp. Ace ruminated on this, whilst staring out the window of a tavern, at the star, through the solar panel array, when she got the message that the Paramerion had arrived.
The craft itself looked very much like many of the Terran ships Ace had seen in recent weeks, sitting in the pretty purple trim that Takio had ships meant for herself painted in. It was even sitting in a bay next to a Tsurugi superheavy fighter, which made her take a double-take; clearly they had wasted no time in producing the starfighters!
Ace looked between the two. The Paramerion was short dorsal-to-ventral, as most Terran small craft were, but this one took it to an extreme. It was elongated and somewhat narrow, though it could have, she thought, been narrower still without the side-mounted wings that served no purpose she could discern immediately, save to be wings. "They're for atmospheric flight," Najia explained. "Most Terran S- and M- craft are at least capable of it; most Argon, too, for that matter. Most Teladi... Even the Drill, which the Baku is based on; and of course the Baku itself. Though, admittedly, the flying shoe does rely a lot more on thrusters," Najia said; she was standing by the ramp into the Paramerion, watching Ace's gaze.
Ace trilled softly and nodded, joining Najia in the cockpit. It was roomy enough; the cockpit design seemed to be wholly-copied from the Kallis. That made sense, as they were apparently related designs. She looked around, and tapped on the holographic auxiliary console at the rear of the cockpit, to the side. "Shall I navigate for you?" "Unless you'd rather fly," Najia said, smiling at her. Ace took a moment to think on that, and shook her head. "I'll fly the way back, if all goes smoothly. It's your ship, you should take it. Where is Marta? Is she not coming?"
"She's already in the back. There's what the original designers of these classes euphemistically refer to as a 'bunk-slash-engineering-access' behind us, in front of the power plant. It's so tight I don't think anyone could even masturbate in there, but you can sleep in there... If you're desperate. Personally, I'd just roll out a sleeping mat in the dockpit," Najia said; this got a louder trill from Ace, as Najia took the chair. "Right, I've already done the preflight... Let's see what she can do."
Northriver was, allegedly, in the same sector - Avarice I - and finding him was a minor challenge. Ace operated sensors whilst Najia piloted; the ship seemed to have very desirable piloting characteristics; agile and responsive without being touchy or prone to over-maneuvering. Swift, but not prone to sliding. She looked forward to her own turn at the stick, as they narrowed in on the alleged location of Brantlee Northriver.
Finding him was little challenge - then Ace swore softly. "Is that..." She had another ship on the fighter's sensors, and brought up its details. Sitting a hundred klicks from Astrid, apparently the ship of Northriver, was J.P. Morgan's Knife. Ace hissed softly. "Does he... Really..."
"Does he really expect this guy to give us a sample to reverse engineer?" Najia groaned. "Fine, fuck it. If we don't ask, he will, and Yorilos is about as good at negotiating as someone who goes to a flea market, sees a pair of sun-shades at a stall, talks the proprietor down two credits and walks away feeling like they're John Pierpont Morgan." Ace trilled softly at that. "Is that whom his vessel is named after? Who was this person?" Najia snorted. "We'd have to interrupt the history lesson to run for cover from the Tide," she said with a grin, looking over her shoulder. "Suffice to say he was a human industrialist from a very long time ago, who managed to amass one of the smaller fortunes of his era, but who wielded power and control of money to substantially more effect than the actual wealth he personally had. He formed banks, you see; once, he helped to fend off an impending bank run that would have caused a financial collapse, by assembling a large number of a nation's most powerful bankers in his mansion, and locked them in his library, telling them that they would not be leaving until they had worked out a scheme to avert the crisis."
Ace trilled, watching as the little fighter closed on what she was reading as some kind of yacht. "That sounds like something you might do," she pointed out. Najia snorted, looked back at Ace, and chuckled. "I think I should take that as a compliment. J.P. Morgan was an asshole, like pretty much all of the wealthy and powerful persons of his time and era... Or, any era, to be honest. I... Never expected to find myself wielding clout and power like Morgan's, let alone enough that I probably eclipse him. It's... Kind of overwhelming, to be honest." "And yet, you persevere," Ace retorted. "By any measure, you could take what you've amassed now, retire to a sector of your choosing, build a monumental space station of your own design, and live a life of indolence until the money ran out. A Teladi could take your wealth and live out the rest of her life, even. Yet, you are building warships and lodgings fit for well-off individuals and affordable to the hardscrabble. By Teladi reckoning, Najia, you are insane."
Najia blinked at that, half-snorting. She had cut the travel drive and was approaching the lazily drifting yacht, and took the moment to turn her chair halfway, looking to her side at Ace. "Do you think I'm... Literally mad?" Ace peered at her, and shook her head. "No, I do not. Many Teladi might assume it to be so," she said, with an ambivalent sway of her hips and a shrug. "... I believe that you are acting to a set of principles and convictions that are, however, utterly alien to most Teladi understanding. You seem as if you intend to seize Windfall and Avarice outright. Yet even if you did, you would not squeeze the Rakers on food prices the way the Syndicate does. I do not understand where you are coming from," Ace said, swaying her hips again. "But... I feel I can trust you. And from there, confidence. Heads-up," she added, cautioning Najia. "We are close enough you had best comm them, lest they think you're about to attack."
Swiveling rapidly back to face forward, Najia did just that, signaling the yacht she was approaching of her intent to communicate. Moments later, she recieved a reply. "Yes, what is it you want?" Brantlee Northriver had a grating, abrasive, and smug voice; he was also dressed, she thought, ridiculously, wearing what looked like a desaturated blue jacket trimmed with excessively gaudy, and gaudily excessive amounts of gold, with some kind of absurd half-hood thing cupping the back of his head. It was some long-ago futurist's vision of what a far-flung spacefuture clergyman's robe might look like crossed with a business suit. Najia knew that her own sense of fashion was questionable, but even she immediately recognized the outfit as disgustingly ugly, and radiating both wealth and contempt. Her impression was realized as he continued, "I sure hope you have a good reason for approaching me. I am quite busy, you see?"
Najia mastered the urge to ask if he was busy receiving fellatio from someone under the console he was sitting at, because she could see absolutely no other possible activity he was invested in; she also mastered the urge to just shoot the smug off his face. She instead smiled at him, schooling herself into 'businesswoman' persona even though he made her skin crawl on an imager; and, of course, she would have to try to talk a sample out of it, because she knew that Yorilos was listening in and would certainly swoop in and somehow make things stupider if she didn't. "Mr. Northriver, you may not have had time yet to notice my minor operations; Takio Enterprises is expanding into Avarice. The name of Northriver and its Protectyon is on every set of lips within three jumps as a potent defensive measure against the Tide. I wished to obtain -"
"What, just a sample?" Northriver leaned forward, towards his camera, smirking - no, smugging - at her, adopting the 'Thinker' pose, briefly. "Such a small quantity won't get you far, if you want to protect yourself from the Tide. Can't afford more, eh?" For a moment, Najia toyed with the notion of making an offer to buy Northriver outright, just to wipe the smug off his face, but he continued to smug audibly at her. "Oh, well, since you seem to be new around here, I'll allow it. Once." Brantlee turned to look out his cockpit window at Avarice, which illuminated him brightly. Looking away and up was probably his 'best side;' it was the only posture in which she had yet seen him that looked anything other than 'contemptable.' "To get you hooked. Am I not charitable?" He immediately resumed his contemptuousness, then turned back to face her and made it all the more stark. "I will even cut you a special deal, how about that?" His expression clearly communicated his contempt and belief that he was superior. "Merely twelve and a half thousand credits for the sample you so dearly desire; my first, last, and only offer."
Najia wanted to say something scathing in return, she really did. Or simply to lock her cannons on his admittedly-very-sexy yacht and take the sample at cannon-point. Or to flip him the finger. Instead, she schooled herself to merely raise her eyebrow skeptically; forcing herself to maintain 'The Businesswoman,' who was too refined to rise to the bait. But she also had neither time nor patience to haggle over what was, frankly, a trivial sum to her bank account. Hell, she knew for a fact that Ace could buy the sample and wouldn't lose much sleep over it, just from what Ace had made in the last several days with her. "It seems your proposal can only be agreed to," she said, bringing up the financial transfer function on her console and sending the sum required.
Smugly, Brantlee grinned at her. "Here you go. I hope you leave as a satisfied customer!" Ace quickly tapped a message that appeared on her console. 'He's jettisoned an XS cargo pod.' The Teladi deftly located it for her on sensors, targeting it for her, as Northriver continued, "Oh, and by the way - don't for one second think that you can use this sample to engineer a competing product. It won't work. Northriver products are just too ingenious!" Northriver positively crowed it at her, and once again Najia had to master the urge to lock weapons upon him, but she did, at that moment, privately vow that, by means fair or foul, she was going to gain possession of his yacht if only to spite him. "Run along now," he added, smirking. "I have much more important matters to attend to," he clarified, sanctimoniously smiling, ending the comm channel and turning the yacht away, entering Travel drive.
"Let me bring that pod aboard," Ace muttered, manipulating the tractor controls, and comming the multipurpose space in the back. "Marta, if you would kindly suit up -" "Way ahead of you, Ace," Marta answered her, popping up on-screen already wearing a light pressure suit, in the airlock. "Get it over here and I'll grab it, make sure it doesn't jostle or anything. Mass?" "Considerable, but not more than a large human such as yourself can handle. Volitility is not known, but it cannot hurt to be over-cautious."
Najia smiled to herself as she heard Ace, unprompted, begin collaboration with Marta. A part of her cynical and intellectual side tried to argue that Ace was a pirate, and probably always would be a pirate at heart, but she was quite simply too fond of the reptilian spacer to listen to that part of her anymore; her oldest friend and her newest could be coming together. Then another comm popped up, and she resisted the urge to groan aloud. She let The Businesswoman fade; frankly, Yorilos didn't rate it, and they were (sort of) collaborators on this anyway. To her surprise (and pleasure), when he commed her, he immediately voiced her own opinion, "I wonder if being obnoxious is his deliberate business strategy?" Najia laughed, heartily, slumping back in her command chair and grinning brightly, shrugging. "I don't think so. I think it just comes naturally to the git."
Yorilos looked momentarily nonplussed, presumably by her vernacular, then said, "No matter. It will make it all the more enjoyable when we pull the rug from under the Northriver Company." "We are in absolute agreement about that," Najia said. "I want to wipe the smug grin off his face." She glanced down; her airlock indicator had closed, and she flicked up a view of the inside. Marta was carefully securing a container roughly the size and volume of a ubiquitous 205-liter shipping drum, though it wasn't one. "I've just taken the sample aboard." "You want to take it back to the headquarters yourself? Go ahead," Yorilos said. He cut the channel, and Najia blinked at the suddenness.
"... Well, that was... Abrupt," Najia said, looking back to Ace. "It was. I cannot believe that you paid twelve and a half thousand for the sample." Najia shrugged. "I mean... It's highway robbery, considering that a commercial volume costs just about twice that and is twenty cubic meters in volume whereas that sample is maybe two. On the other hand, you heard him; he wasn't in the mood to negotiate. What should I have done? Shot at him?" "Yes." Ace trilled, then huffed, shaking her head. "No. As cathartic as it would be, your plans are too long-term to have simply taken it from the wretch by force." She shook her head. "I suppose you had little choice," she conceded, "if you are to continue Yorilos' scheme."
"I'm kind of eager to set Boso Ta loose on this stuff myself," Najia said. The revolving door to the back cycled, and Marta walked in, looking flushed with exertion. "Thanks, Marta," she said. "You can thank me by you securing the damn thing in the 'hold,' Marta said, snarkily.
Najia nodded, and swiveled her chair all the way. "Sure. Thank you. Ace, you're up on stick," she said, standing up. "Let's just fly this thing straight home; I bet we can make it before dinnertime with us flying," she said, smiling at Ace. Ace trilled softly. "That sounds like a challenge. Accepted." She slid past Marta and Najia, slaloming between them, and took the stick, keying in a course for the Takio Enterprises headquarters. "We should recall the other ships, yes?" "Yes; good thinking, Ace. Thank you. I'll handle it from the back, after I've secured this barrel."
Ace and Najia made great time returning to the headquarters; they flew close to recklessly, causing Marta to comment that she was glad she was flying with them, for if they got themselves killed flying that way, she wouldn't have to hear about it. They arrived at the headquarters to little fanfare, and Marta peeled off as soon as they arrived, pleading the need to go and look into something she had arranged previously. "Well, shall we talk to Boso Ta?" Ace asked, looking up at Najia. They had gone to Avarice in an overnight journey by-the-numbers, stayed for less than a day, and were now back where they had started. "And hope that this back-and-forth bears some fruit?"
"I would very much like that," Najia agreed. The container had already been sent to the lab, and she squared her shoulders up, heading for the lift with purpose.
The door to the laboratory opened, and Najia's jaw dropped. "How," she said, flatly, quietly, as Ace all-but plowed into her backside. Ace slid around her side, looking into the lab, and let out a chuff of disbelief.
Yorilos was standing beside Boso Ta's tank.
Ace resisted the urge to hiss in surprise, and reached up, patting Najia's back. "I do not know," she confessed. "Perhaps he made use of an anomaly and was quite lucky. Or perhaps he has modified his hauler in ways unimaginable and is an outright daredevil pilot." Najia shook her head, and squared up, entering the lab. The elderly professor was nowhere to be seen, but it was late at night; he was likely in bed. So she went to the interloper, approaching Yorilos. "Yorilos, hi... What are you doing here?" She wasn't even going to ask how. That was his secret and his alone.
"Ah, yes. I really hope we can find a way to make the Protectyon more affordable for everyone in Avarice," he explained, as he peered around the laboratory. That, she thought, didn't exactly explain her question; presumably he intended for her to infer the answer. Somehow. Najia shook her head and smiled, nodding to him. "Alright." She climbed up the stairs, after a glance back at Ace, who had become fascinated by the new addition of a lot of bonsai trees in the laboratory's little greenery display, and greeted Boso Ta with a wave, to which the Boron responded with one of his own. "Hello there! Ah, excellent, the Protectyon sample has been delivered, and we may begin. Thank you kindly!" Boso Ta seemed to examine a computer tablet held in his... Tentacles? Flippers? Manipulators. He made a few deft strokes. "I have added the Protectyon Research to our agenda, and listed the required secondary materials. Feel free to initiate the research at any time convenient to yourself!"
With that abrupt declaration, Boso Ta swam upwards through the hatch in the laboratory tank, presumably to his personal lodging suites. Najia blinked, rocking back on her heels and looked back at Ace, who looked at her with the cocked hips that Najia had intuited was a definite shrug. "You'd think I didn't own the place," Najia muttered to herself, "the way almost everyone just... Is so... Curt with me." "You could put them in their place the way a pirate lord would," Ace suggested. "Or, if having a beating administered is too vulgar for your preferences, do what a capitalist might do and threaten them with penury."
Najia snorted. "Yeah... I think I'd rather just live with being curtly spoken to than be an asshole." "So be it. Your ways do allow for others to become... Familiar with you," Ace said, giving a vibrato trill. "For better, and for worse." She smiled at Najia, and Najia smiled back. Ace was toying with a small bonsai tree, and watched as Najia checked her datapad, then clucked her tongue.
"A lot of things we don't have on-hand," Najia muttered, "mainly because what Boso Ta wants - for this research project, and others - are Commonwealth-base, and we're not. That's not a huge problem, I'll just ask Tsukiko to set up a PO for a useful quantity of said commodities. For now -" The tank was suddenly filled again with Boso Ta. "Assistant, you simply must do something about this irksome vessel!"
A moment of silent passed. Najia pushed down the urge to be catty or snarky at Boso Ta, or outright hostile. She took a deep breath. "A... Vessel? Is irking you?" "Yes yes! Somehow, it is managing to distort the station's sensors, preventing me from witnessing a solar event in the Great Reef Nebula. I suggest you take care of this annoyance before it manages to disrupt even more observations!"
Najia took in a breath to respond, but Boso Ta had already vanished again, with such rapidity that even Yorilos seemed to be watching him dumbstruck. Yorilos also made a cocked-hip gesture, and then walked out. Najia watched him go, and snorted. "If he has even half a brain, he's going to ask Boso Ta what resources he's asking for and then try to get ahead of the purchase orders," Najia noted. "I would." "As would I," Ace agreed. "Would you like me to take care of this... 'Irksome Vessel' for you?"
"Bored?" Najia asked, grinning at Ace. "I wouldn't say that I was bored," Ace said, reaching out and squeezing her hand. Najia squeezed back. "But it seems that Boso Ta will not likely let the matter drop."
"Alright. Let's take care of it." Najia rolled her shoulders. "I can do this admin stuff from a ship as easily as my apartment study." She headed for the lift, neglecting to let go of Ace's hand; Ace likewise kept the hold, accompanying her. They almost ran into Marta coming out of it. She had a big grin on her face, and Najia pursed her lips. "Okay, what have you done," she asked.
"Oh, not much, just had a warship commissioned to keep close-to-hand in case we get in trouble and need some biggish guns fast. She's done, come take a look." Najia looked down at Ace, who trilled loudly at her. "Either you pay her too well, or you trust her entirely, if she has such authority in your name." "Jealous," Marta asked, smirking. "Yes," Ace admitted frankly. "Shall we?"
Najia sighed and laughed. "Fiiiine."
The bridge of T.E.S. Koshirae was the common standard Terran capital module, and very shortly, Najia, Marta and Ace were standing in it, shaking hands with the woman standing at the captain's post, who was wearing a stylish jacket in a decidedly non-Terran style, tights, and comfortable looking sneakers. "I'm sorry," Najia said, with a smile. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage."
"Kevlin, ma'am; Selaia Kevlin. I'm a shipyard specialist." Her accent was distinctly neither anything Solar that Najia recognized, nor Segaris. "I'm surprised you're even aboard yet; we're only about to put her through space trials."
Najia snorted. "Not even the shakedown cruise, huh? You're not from anywhere I've been, are you?" "No ma'am." Selaia looked Asian, with her hair up in a tight bun. "I'm from Argon Prime. I found myself in Grand Exchange as crew on a freighter, saw the amenities on offer on your headquarters station, and jumped ship for a job here."
Najia nodded. "I see..." She grinned. "Are you spying on me?" "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you, ma'am," Selaia responded back, in the age-old joke. Najia laughed in turn.
"Right. Well, stand down for a while," she said. "I appear to have been talked into taking her out personally." "Ma'am!" Selaia stepped aside. "The, err, owner has the bridge!" she called out, fumbling through something approximating military protocol, as Najia stepped up, looking over the console. Najia grinned. "Alright. Nifty little ship. Ace, take the helm," she said. "Take us out."

Long time lurker and enjoyer of cringe. Sorry if I scared you with the title. I honestly don't know if anyone in this story could be considered a beard, myself included. That is for you to decide, but we will be exploring the encounters I had with some not great people. This seems like a great spot to drop a trigger warning for sexual assault and pedophillia, both in this and all following posts. With a little self reflection though, I recognize that I could be the poster child for what reddex always says. We all narrowly missed beardom.
I'll start with a bit of psychoanalysis. You'll recognize some of my traits as I tell my story, but what better way to collect data for the fight against beardom. I have always liked to be helpful. People pleasers with an extreme aversion to conflict tend to live for others like that. That, on top of ADHD and possible narcissism, means I was whatever I needed to be in the moment.
I loved the attention. That lack of impulse control made me a "go with the flow" kind of gal, and I had a lot of friends from different groups. Unfortunately, this made me susceptible to a lot of manipulation. It's ironic that I couldn't recognize some of my own tactics from the other direction. If you've ever seen "D&D Secret Alignments" (and if you haven't, go search YouTube) I am good evil.
Don't let any of that excuse my actions. When cops are investigating a murderer, they try to find the motive. It's just some context to mull over as we continue. We're starting pretty early with our first couple beard candidates. That's why we're skipping a cast list. Elementary school is pretty far back, and it'll be touch and go for this episode.
So there was a boy in school who had a crush on me. Everyone thought he was weird, but I was raised in the "give everyone a chance" rom com era. He asked me on a movie date and I said yes, because what kid is going to say no to a free movie. My parents probably thought it was harmless, so don't judge them too harshly.
I didn't really see the significance of the date part. I don't remember what we saw, but I do remember that I went to go play at his house after. He wanted to show me his tree house, and I got a bad feeling. At first I refused, but he eventually pestered me enough that I agreed.
Not long after we went in, he tried to kiss me. I turned my head away and said no, but he tried to hold me down. I pushed him off and ran out. Shortly after, my parents came to pick me up. I don't remember talking to him again after that.
Now dear readers, I was in anywhere between 1st to 4th grade at the time. He must have been as well, otherwise neither of our parents would have agreed to the date. I hesitate to brand that young of a person as a neckbeard. He might have been too young to understand what he was doing. Of course, I'm really good at coming up with excuses for behavior. It is for the Reddx community to decide.
This next guy is a complete piece of shit though. All names changed, bla bla. I had a group of friends that I hung out with in my hometown. Our friend Jason lived in a big farmhouse down the road, and we would all hang out in the loft of the barn. His older brother Tanner would hang around too.
He was always showing off by jumping out of the loft, and doing fire tricks with lighter fluid. My friends and I thought he was really cool, and we all had a crush on him. In the way that an elementary school girl would be impressed by the high schooler that hangs out with them.
Well one day, Tanner rides over with his bike to ask if I want to hang out. I find this less acceptable for my parents to let fly, but maybe they thought Jason was home like I did. He was not. I was so self satisfied that a high schooler wanted to hang out with just me.
Now I was so lucky in this scenario that I don't expect you to believe this part, but I swear to you this happened. It is literally the reason I believe in God, no exaggeration. When Tanner took the only available seat, he asked if I wanted to sit in his lap. I was so embarrassed that I immediately said I was fine standing. I proceeded to pace around the loft restlessly, rambling about nothing in particular.
I was wearing flip flops at the time, and stepped on a board with a nail in it. It went through the side, and it narrowly missed my foot. I just pulled it out, threw it to the side, and kept pace talking. The second time I stepped on that board, the nail went between my toes.
When I again pulled it out and tossed it aside, Tanner commented that I should probably move it. I said, "I already stepped on it twice. What are the chances that I step on it a third time?" The third time I stepped on it, the nail went into the heel of my foot. I remember looking down confused and saying, "Umm... oww?" I didn't feel a thing. Tanner freaked out and took me to the house to patch my foot, then I walked home.
Now, all of that may seem long winded, but at the time I remember feeling proud in that moment. I was obviously not aware of how bad that situation was. Tanner was constantly showing off that he had a high pain tolerance. I just had a nail go through my foot and didn't feel anything. I thought that it somehow made me cooler.
I didn’t say anything to my parents about it. I had stepped on a rusty nail, and that meant a shot. A few years later, it came out that Tanner was sexually assaulting his brother Jason. He ended up going to prison for a few years, and eventually the family moved out of that house. On a side note, they were cooking meth in that house. I also didn't understand the significance of blankets stapled to the walls at that age.
I know we didn't get into much beard territory in this one. I promise we will touch on a story with more detail in the next part. We also get into some of my questionable decisions as well. Still, it would be a disservice to leave these two out of the fold. Even if short, they were an important part of my journey. I'll see y'all in the next one.

I’m a little more than week post op and had my cast removal yesterday. Despite reading so much here about the possibility of not liking what you see at this time, swelling distorting everything and the brain’s difficulty in accepting the new view, I was still shocked and not happy. But what I’m not happy with is that my tip is too pointy and small. Usually it seems people are unhappy because it’s too big.
The surgeon had mentioned refining the tip, which I agreed to because it had slightly permanently swollen after a septoplasty about 10 years ago (which didn’t have the desired breathing outcome). We talked after the cast removal and he was very nice and reassuring, going over the basics of it taking a year for the full results etc etc. He also mentioned I had a lot of scar tissue from the septoplasty (and possibly broken nose as a child, my nose was crooked). My nose is definitely more straight (not perfectly but my face is quite asymmetrical so he had mentioned it wouldn’t be “perfect”) and my breathing is a lot better.
I’m still struggling mentally and emotionally. I have bandaids on my nose now, but even through those I can see my tip is just so pointy and defined. If it’s like that at this stage, this is not from swelling right? It won’t magically grow rounder and thicker over the new few months?

Hey been a week ish. Last girl ghosted me. Not the first or last time for sure i bet. So here we are again. Its been a bunch of posts since the last large one with ridiculous detail so brace yourselves. Please read the whole thing. I know its alot but something might stand out as a conversation starter or a concern to you. It will also reveal a clue as to my security questions answer
Howdy. I am Jason. To start I know it says USA/Online but if your local (river valley arkansas) or from somewhere in europe or else where in the world feel free to message me. If it wasnt obvious i want something long term preferably. Im traditional in my views of relationships for the most part. Meaning ideally a relationship leading to marriage and a family.
So about me. Im from north east oklahoma originally. Near tulsa. And now live west central Arkansas in the river valley. Im very southern. I did AFJROTC and band in school. I went striaght into the workforce and currently work as a security guard. I work from midnight to 8 am so im a night owl. But i function normally on my days off.
Im a gamer. I play on two platforms. Xbox but on pc primarily. I play anything from call of duty to age of empires and minecraft. Im sure if you play games i play something you do. Except fortnite. That game is a scourge on this planet.
I dont use social media, i hate snap chat, facebook, tiktok, instagram, insert other annoying mainstream social media app here. I literally only use reddit for this and for trouble shooting tech issues. And discord. But discord is almost a hard requirement for gaming now. Best bet for getting ahold of me is on there. Because i generally assume chats or dms on here are bots. Unless you pass my security check of course. Which will come later.
I am a recreational shooter. I collect guns and other historical memorabilia like helmets, uniforms, medals, etc and shooting at the range. I own an Armalite Rifle and Avtomat Kalashnikov. Its an expensive hobby. And means the fed know who i am. Where i am. And what i say at all times. So if you dont lile the fed i apologize. I wish they didnt know me but its a cost of my rights apparantly. That and ridiculous tax stamps.
Im physically not very interesting. Im like somewhere between 5'10 and 6 foot. I was last measured in highschool. Im on the heavier side but definitely not like to big to ride amusment park rides or fly on planes i guess. I got that redneckish good ole boy facial structure. If you really wanna see my face i have a picture of me here at work i can share. And im sure old JROTC pics of me still exist. I also dress either like im to lazy to dress or i get 'cowboyed up' if im goim somewhere.
Disclaimer. If you dont like politics or religion skip this paragraph. I believe a healthy relationship isnt possible with secrets about personal beliefs and political ones. Im what would be considered right wing leaning now. Although when i was 17/18 i was considered left leaning. I believe in the 10 god given rights enshrined by law. I believe in god. Non demoninational christian but leaning into the baptist mindset. I believe in the nuclear family, traditional love, and other 'conservative' values. Personally id call myself a populist or classical liberal in the sense of im a live and let live just keep it in your own home kinda guy. If you did read this and are still here. Thank you. Your already more intelligent than the majority of reddit. Your a real hero.
I guess this is the last thing. And this part you can either feel in the blanks or somethin. All i ask is be 18-28, have atleast 1 or 2 things in common. Be open mindednand willing to agree to disagree on my beliefs. And be looking for a longterm family oriented relationship goal.
Now for the "security" check and discord exchange. Start off with my discord. Its Jason Lawrence Lewis#6292. And the security question for my reddit messages. It might require a google search for some of you. But. Its what does the AR in AR-15 or the AK in AK-47/74 stand for. If you message me that in your opening message i will explain what the numbers in both mean in my opening response to yall. If you do not answer the security question i will IGNORE you message because i know you didnt read this. And will not waste my time A. Being bot trapped. Or B. Trolled. Thank yall have a great morning, day, afternoon, evening, night where ever you are. Hope to here from all yall soon.

I (29NB) am really, really bad at being on my own, I depend on other people being around.
If I'm left to my own devices, I won't drink enough water, I won't eat enough food, I won't shower and I won't get a good night's sleep. It's so embarassing, I'm like a puppy who only eats when their family is around.
I've been trying for years to teach myself to keep up a good mood and take care of myself but the sad truth is that I'm only in a good shape rn, because I'm never alone for long periods of time. I live with two wonderful partners and yes, I do cook and eat and clean and all the other stuff when they're around.
Yet on my own I can't even eat breakfast, let alone getting actual stuff done. Every time in my life (3-5 times, depending on how you count) where I was alone for more than a week I ended up in a depressive phase. It has gotten slightly better, I am at least aware of my emotions now, so I'm not fully depressed right from the start. But the core issue still stands and it sucks to be this dependent on someone "holding me accountable" (i.e. existing around me and potentially seeing what I do).
My "workaround" is to make plans with people everytime I know I would be alone otherwise and to listen to podcasts to manage my mood when I am alone. Doesn't work much. Advice is appreciated.
About me: I was bullied and excluded a lot in school as a kid, so yay, deep-seated trauma. I'm an extrovert from a large family and yes my parents never really involved me in household stuff so I had to teach myself to take care of me (which I kinda failed in, tbh)

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Unfortunately, Money Shot: The Pornhub Story is not currently available to stream on Disney Plus and it's not expected that the film will release on Disney Plus until late December at the absolute earliest. While Disney eventually releases its various studios' films on Disney Plus for subscribers to watch via its streaming platform, most major releases don't arrive on Disney Plus until at least 45-60 days after the film's theatrical release. Money Shot: The Pornhub Story has finally ended the box office blues. It will be a Money Shot: The Pornhub Story call, but based on the estimates, the year's biggest opener remains Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness with its $187 million start. Nonetheless, Wakanda Forever's $180 million opening is a huge one, being the biggest ever for the month of November (beating the $158 million of The Hunger Games: Catching Fire), the second biggest of the year, and the 13th biggest of all time (though it could go up or down a few slots once the actuals come out). It led an overall weekend box office of $208 million, which is the fourth biggest of the year and the biggest by a long shot of the past four months, with no other weekend since July 8 -10 even going above $133 million. This isn't the $202 million opening that we saw from Black Panther in February 2018, nor should we expect the amazing legs that were able to get that film to an astonishing $700 million. With that said, expect it to perform strongly throughout the holiday season, likely repeating the five-weekend number-one streak that the first film had, and it shouldn't have any trouble becoming the second-highest-grossing film of the year so far, beating the $411 million cume of Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. The audience response is strong, with the A CinemaScore falling below the first film's A+ but bouncing back from the B+'s earned by Doctor Strange 2 and Thor: Love and Thunder, which ranked among the worst for the MCU. an improvement over the recent franchise installations, with the aforementioned films coming in at 74% and 64% respectively on Rotten Tomatoes, both at the lower end for Marvel films, while Wakanda Forever's 84% is Money Shot: The Pornhub Storyr to franchise norms, though not meeting the high bar set by the first Black Panther's 96%. 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As for the rest of the box office, there's little to get excited about, with nothing else grossing above $10 million as Hollywood shied away from releasing anything significant not just this weekend but also over the previous two weekends. When Black Panther opened in 2018, there was no counterprogramming that opened the same weekend, but Peter Rabbit and Fifty Shades Freed were in their second weekends and took second and third with $17.5 million and $17.3 million respectively. That weekend had an overall cume of $287 million compared to $208 million this weekend Take away the $22 million gap between the two Black Panther films and there's still a $57 million gap between the two weekends. The difference may not feel that large when a mega blockbuster is propping up the grosses, but the contrast is harsher when the mid-level films are the entire box office as we saw in recent months. Money Shot: The Pornhub Story, which is the biggest grosser of the rough post-summer, pre-Wakanda Forever season, came in second with just $8.6 million. Despite the blockbuster competition that arrived in its fourth weekend, the numbers didn't totally collapse, dropping 53 % for a cume of $151 million. Worldwide it is at $352 million, which isn't a great cume as the grosses start to wind down considering its $200 million budget. Still, it's the biggest of any film since Thor: Love and Thunder, though Wakanda Forever will overtake it any day now. Money Shot: The Pornhub Story came in third place in its fourth weekend, down 29% with $6.1 million, emerging as one of the season's most durable grasses and one of the year's few bright spots when it comes to films for adults. The domestic cume is $56.5 million Fourth place went to Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile, which had a negligible drop of 5% for a $3.2 million sixth weekend and $40.8 million cume., in fact ) , which isn't surprising considering it's the only family film on the market, and it's Money Shot: The Pornhub Story to grossing four times it's $11.4 million opening. Still, the $72.6 million worldwide cume is soft given the $50 million budget, though a number of international markets have yet to open. Finishing up the top five is Smile, which had its biggest weekend drop yet, falling 42% for a $2.3 million seventh weekend. Of course, that's no reason to frown for the horror film, which has a domestic cume of $103 million and a global cume of $ 210 million from a budget of just $20 million. The one new specialty title of note comes from a filmmaker we don't typically associate with the specialty box office: Steven Spielberg. The Beard's semi-autobiographical family drama Money Shot: The Pornhub Story opened in four theaters in New York and Los Angeles to $160k, a $40k average. The film expands to 600 theaters the day before Thanksgiving, and it has the potential to break out in a way that none of the other season's awards contenders have. We're also seeing very solid numbers from Money Shot: The Pornhub Story, which grossed $1.7 million this weekend for a seventh-place finish, bringing its cume to $5.8 million. Scatter

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It's The Lost Light Bro" (feat. Team Roddy )
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It's everyday bro With the Lost Light crew flow 200 members in 6 months Never done before Passed all the competition man Optimus Prime is next Man I'm popping all these heads Got the brand new Matrix And it met the alt mode too And I'm coming with the crew This is Team Rod glitch Who the frag are scrappin' you? And you know I kick them out If they're traitors with the crew Yeah, I'm talking about you You beggin' for attention Talking crap with Getaway too But you still hit my com last night It was 4:52 and I got the text to prove And all the recordings too Don't make me tell Tailgate the truth And I just dropped some new merch And it's selling like a Primus church Nyon's where I'm from We scrap em like it's gum We blast em with a gun The flames just for fun I'm Blur and I run Catch me at game one I cannot be outdone Rodimus is number one
It's the lost light crew bro It's the lost light crew bro It's the lost light crew bro I said it's the lost light crew bro!
[Chromedome :] You know it's Chromedome And my needles stay poppin' Yes, I can rap And no, I am not from Kaon Cybertron is my city And if it weren't for Team Rod Then the Lost Light would be glitchy I'll pass it to Skids 'Cause you know he stay litty
[Skids:] A month ago I didn't know my name But now you want my fame? Glitch I'm blowin' up I'm only going up Now, I'm shooting off I'm never forgetting stuff Like Megs, who? Damus who? Who are you? All these cons I just blew through Shot a thousand in a month Where were you? Hatin' on me back in prison You need to get your scrap straight Roddy, brought me to the top Now we really poppin' off Number 1 and number 4 That's why these bots all at our door It's awesome at the top So we all going We left Delphi Now the crews all rolling It's the lost light, glitch We back again, always first, never last We the future, but I can't see my past
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[Perceptor:] Hold on, hold on, hold on Can I switch the language? I 'bout to hit it
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Mods approve kardo, this is a place of free speech. Censorship mat felao. I am just ranting not hating anyone.
Kya zamana hai, education mai bhi reservation wth. I just want to share a very sad story of my close relative. Believe me or not, he was the most hard working guy I ever saw and deserved the best of the best. Tum manoge nahi, he slogged for 3 years since 10th, grinded hard like hell, I never saw him in 3 years, maybe only once, and he deserved to get under 50 AIR for sure.
But kehte hai na, khuda sirf reserved logo ka saath deta hai. He ended up getting 18X rank, very very outstanding one. Telling you banda IIT B jana chahta tha, ended up chosing IIT Kanpur, uska passion tha CS from childhood and we used to code together.
I literally feel unhappy, female and ews reservation samjh aata hai, lekin yeh kya bc, SC ST OBC!
Tum mano mat mano, 10th tak I never though of castes, but JEE is made me low key casteist.
I don't hate anyone but Ambedkar who brought this thing. And you know what some clowns in our country worship him. I can't get it, reservation se wokeism ata hai jo hate ban raha hai present mai. Isliye I appreciate BITS here, atleast vo is bakchodi mai nahi padte, vo baat alag hai ki fees jyada hai aur IIT ka tag nahi. Upar se Pilani ka climate extreme hai(jaisa maine suna hai)
Aur pata hai, jab hi koi govt ki scheme aati hai, they mention special rates for these castes, had hai, votes ke liye kuch bhi.
Main kehta hoon 10th se 11th mai pass karne par bhi reservation lao, fir dekho how the Indians get wild and protest against this mf system. I read a Quora answer where a guy said, Ambedkar knew this system will stay for years and no one has the guts to change it and it is so true.
And jo SC/ST yaha pe gaal dete hai, padhle bsdk kehte hai, pehle tum padhlo, upar se tum humari seat bhi le jate ho. No hate but making them realise their privileges and why the hell are they fucking them

Thanks to u/fbc1984 for the inspiration. 😊. I would have preferred to do more research, but alas Uni assignments took up most of my week, and internet issues have hampered my effort. But I hope you all enjoy (sorry, it is long).

Did the Bridgerton S2 wedding contain clues through colour?

First credit has to go to Reddit user fbc1984 for this post, please head over to reddit and check out the original post on the Kanthony subreddit, link: https://www.reddit.com/Kanthony/comments/11tply5/do\_you\_think\_kate\_wore\_red\_for\_her\_wedding/
And while you are there check out the other Kanthony related posts on the subreddit.
Reddit user fbc1984 brings up a scene in S2 where Kate is holding a bolt of red fabric whilst Edwina is trying on outfits, speculating that Kate liked Red and would have worn it for special occasions, such as her wedding. I believe the scene being referred to is from episode 5. Edwina is being fitted for her wedding dress in the modiste's shop and is talking about the wedding and living in London, near the end of the scene we see a wide shot showing Kate sitting and holding a bolt of Red and Gold fabric.
Another Reddit user in the post, (I would like to provide credit, however I will not because at this stage I do not have permission to name them), commented that they had read where in India it is traditional for brides to wear Red, and white is a mourning colour. This got me thinking, with all of the symbolism in Bridgerton, were the bolt of fabric Kate was holding, and Kate in white during Anthony's daydream at the wedding, not to mention Edwina (as an Indian woman) wearing white symbolic?
We know that the costume designer used a combination of colour and fabric for Kate to symbolise her emotional shifts towards falling in love, so if we stay with the idea of colour symbolism in the clothing then I think the wedding was very symbolic of both the emotions of the parties involved, and pointing to who the true bride was.
As both Kate and Edwina grew up in India, I don't believe either would have worn white to get married in (though Edwina was a possibility with an English mother), due to white being a colour that would be associated with funerals in India, so I would like to think it was deliberate for the Bridgerton costume designer to dress them both in white bridal gowns during the ill fated wedding.
I think Edwina wearing white was not only signalling her assimilation into English culture, but also in the context of her having been raised in India it could be seen as her wearing a colour of mourning and attending a funeral, not a wedding. Combine the colour significance in Indian culture with the choice of song used for the walk down the aisle (Sign of the Times by Harry Styles), and you have all the elements of sadness not joy that should be associated with a wedding. For those unaware, The Sign of the Times is a song inspired by a mother dying in childbirth, it is from the point of view of the mother telling her child to go forth and conquer without her, a rather dark subject for a wedding song. However, this symbolism of death and mourning could also be to signal Edwina finally realising that Anthony does not love her (and never will), and the death of her idealism and innocence.
Further to the symbolism of death and mourning surrounding Edwina walking up the aisle, we see Anthony fantasise Kate is his bride, and she is also dressed in white. Whilst for Anthony it is bittersweet, the woman he truly loves appearing before him in a white wedding dress, for Kate it is more symbolic that she is in white. It was established very early in the season that Kate was very connected to her culture and rejected English customs (and Tea), as such it is hard to believe that Kate would wear an English style wedding dress in a mourning colour, so with that in mind was it deliberate that Kate was in white, to symbolise her mourning her lost love, lost youth, and the life she wanted?
This brings us back to the initial question Reddit user fbc1984 asked, would Kate have worn red for her wedding?
The scene referenced (and described above) is centred around Edwina's wedding and marriage, Edwina is being fitted for her dress and is standing in a white gown (mourning), whilst Kate is seated holding the bolt of Red and Gold cloth (celebratory). It seems to coincidental to have been a random choice of the director for Kate to be holding that particular bolt, as such I believe it was signalling that Kate was the true bride.
So to answer fbc1984's question, yes I do believe Kate wore red to her wedding, and further, I think (as another Redditor said) that she wore a lehenga.

For my English class we read Gone With the Wind, one of the most beautiful and significant works of American literature ever created. During discussion I heard a lot of talk about pro-confederate revision, racism, misogyny, etc.
The novel takes place in the south during The Civil War. Of course it’s racist by today’s standards. Of course Scarlett O’Hara, who is an extremely complex and fascinating female character, can be viewed as a misogynist portrayal under modern feminism.
Maybe it’s because I’m young, but it honestly made me sad how the discussion was derailed with faux pas social justice talking points. I’m so tired of not being able to discuss themes not centered around modern day talking points. I know the best thing to do is just let it go, but even the professor did not care to steer the discussion back on topic of character analysis. The conclusion was basically that this novel is racist and sexist. I learned nothing from this discussion.

K♥️: Sanctuary [Part 2]
This game is the last entry of a series of games, where I have written games for all 52 cards for a borderlands in the UK. Each one includes a story of how I imagine the game playing out. You can find all entries here.
Venue: Church
Rules: Live in the church until the pastor presses the button
Fourth Day of Exhibitions
The day began almost the same as the other three. They woke up, they ate breakfast they got to work. They had gotten to work, but still, Alfie refused to work.
Roger had worked in the garden, and was happy with the work he had done filling up all the allotted land, before he walked in to tell Noah. As he went to look for him, he caught sight of Alfie, and walked over to him.
“Why do you continue to refuse to work?” Roger asked Alfie.
“I’ve told you, he’s manipulating you! Can’t you see it? All he needs to do is lull you into a false sense of security, then he can slowly pick you off one by one. Once he has your trust he can keep going, and going, and then you’re all dead. He wins.” Alfie said.
“You’re crazy.” Roger said, turning away.
“I’m Crazy!? After all we’ve been through, you walk in here and only a day later you’re worshiping the guy. He is literally the King of Hearts!” Alfie shouted at him.
“Is everything alright here gentlemen?” Noah said, walking up to them.
“No Noah, it’s fine” Roger said walking away.
Noah watched Roger walk away, after telling him that the garden had been finished.
“Alfie. This is your last warning. Please join the colony, or I will have to punish you. Now, get to work.” Noah said, before walking away. Alfie stood where he was.
Noah waited to see if Alfie would join them in the Kitchen, but after a few hours, when it was time for lunch, Alfie still hadn’t turned up.
Noah gathered all the workers, handing out food.
“Today, I have to make a notice. One of our colonists is refusing to work. Yet, he sleeps in our beds, eats our food, and benefits from your labour. But does he help? No. He refuses. That man, is Alfie.” Noah pointed at him. “I would advise you to stay away from him, he is a dangerous influence to our colony. I will try and get him to work, but he will likely refuse once more, like the selfish person he is. That is all.” He said, before sitting down for food.
Alfie walked out in anger.
They finished their meal, and Noah walked to the gate, to see if any new colonists would arrive. He took a bite from his apple, and saw an old woman approaching.
“Hello, my child. Are you’re to join our sanctuary?” He asked, and the woman looked back at him confused, before she walked into the churchyard.
“Are you just going to ignore me?” Noah said.
“Tell me the rules then.” The old woman said.
“The rules are simple. No violence, don’t leave the churchyard. To clear the game, I need to press the button on the church altar freely.” The King said.
“What?” The Old woman said. “That’s not a game!?”
“This place is our sanctuary. Here we can live until our eventual end without having to see the horrible suffering the games cause, or by having to participate in them.” Noah explained.
“Why on earth should I even trust you?” The Woman said.
“It’s because it’s the truth. This place is a true place of safety that frees you from the games.” Roger said, walking up, followed by another gardener.
“Wait, how long have you been here?” The old woman asked them.
“He was here since the start, I arrived yesterday. Trust me, Noah is telling the truth. This place is a little slice of safety in an uncaring world.” Roger said, as the man nodded.
“Thank you for your help Roger. I presume you have finished the garden?” Noah said.
“Yes Noah. We still have a few seeds left over, however, so we may want to increase the size of the garden.” Roger responded.
“Ok. I’ll discuss it with the planners later. For now, I will give our guest here, a tour of our sanctuary.” Noah said, leading the old woman into the church. “What is your name?”
“Margret.” The old woman responded.
“Margret, it is nice to have you here. In this main hall is our dormitory, and at the end we have set up a kitchen. Outside is the garden and where we keep the animals. We also have extra rooms for enter-“ Noah said, being cut off by a voice from the other end of the church.
“Got a new sheep, have you Noah? Trying to get a on record on your brainwashing?” Alfie said, scowling at him while lent against a wall.
“Ignore him, he is a selfish freeloader who seeks to tear the place apart.” Noah said, quickly ushering Margret down into the lower floors.
“If you join Tracy in the planning room, I’ll assure you that she’ll find a good role for you. I have to deal with our trouble maker for a second.” Noah said, heading back up the stairs.
He met with Alfie.
“I’m begging you Alfie, please stop trying to destroy what we have here. We can live at peace with each other, defy the evil of this world. Just join us and all will be forgiven.” Noah said, pleading with him.
“I won’t believe your lies Noah.” Alfie said.
“Very well. I give you until sunrise tomorrow to reconsider.” Noah said walking away.
“Or what? Your own rules state no violence!” Alfie said.
“Violence is subjective. A push is not, under my definition, violence.” Noah said.
“Was that a threat!?” Alfie said, running towards Noah, jumping on to him. “Is this violence!?” He shouted at Noah.
Noah lay on the ground, awaiting Alfie to punch him.
“Come on. Do it. Punch me Alfie. You know how much you want to do it. Break your friends out from under my spell. Do it. It’s really easy. Just one sw-“
He felt a sharp pain across his face, and heard Alfie collapse to the floor.
Roger raced in, and saw the two of them on the floor.
“Noah!” He shouted. “Alfie!”
Noah stood up. “I’m fine, but your friend just came up and started att-“
Noah exhaled. “I’m sorry about him.”
“It’s ok. He wasn’t contributing.” Roger said.
“We will hold a service as soon as possible. Get started on the grave.”
Roger nodded, and gathered the gardeners to prepare a place to bury Alfie.
Noah looked at the roof, seeing the light stream in from where the laser had shot down. He would need to get it fixed. He went down to the planning room, and informed them of the news, before he added the fixing of the roof and the expansion of the garden to the to do list.
“Tracy, I’m very sorry for your loss.” Noah said.
“It’s hard to believe that he did it in the end…” She said, trailing off.
Noah announced the news to everyone at dinner, saying that he was sorry to have lost a member of the colony, even if he was unwilling and uncooperative.
By this point Margret had joined the planners and the cooks, and had become a valuable assistant.
They settled into their beds, Noah not telling them any tales today.
Fifth Day of Exhibitions
Noah awoke early that morning, and went onto the roof. There were half gone now. He was surprised to see that Jack had made it this far. The Queen of hearts still hung in the sky too, and he looked at the card. He was not a betting man, but was sure that the Queen and him would outlast the others.
He woke up the cooks and they got to work preparing breakfast. They ate at their bunks, talking amongst themselves. Today’s breakfast was scrambled eggs, a delicacy many had not enjoyed for weeks. They were glad for such a delicious meal, and many thanked Noah for providing it.
The day passed smoothly for the first few hours, and everyone did their tasks. Now with Alfie out of the way, things seemed to have calmed down. He wasn’t sure if Alfie’s ideas had spread to anyone else, but he was sure he had managed to stamp out any possible support he had by portraying Alfie badly. Not even his friends supported him.
He walked up to the gates, eating from an apple. He watched weary until just before lunch, when a woman, her hands bandaged, began to walk up to the gates. She was dragging herself slowly, and he alerted those with any form of medical training to gather to their medical room as soon as she crossed the threshold.
The woman stepped in, seemingly not herself, and Noah quickly rushed the rules out to her before the medics carried her to try and treat her.
Clearly the Jack of spades had not been successful in his endeavours, and had now fallen.
He was informed the woman would be fine, and that she simply had been suffering from the cuts on her hands and a lack of water. They theorised that she may even have walked into the venue by accident.
Noah supervised various activities, before returning to greet the woman properly. She told him about her experience with the Jack of Spades, and he comforted her, telling her that she had entered the sanctuary and she was now safe from al of the other games.
He got her some of the soup they had made for lunch, and she ate it, gratefully. He asked her what she would like to do as a job once she recovered, recommending hard physical labor jobs due to her Jack of spades victory, and she agreed.
The afternoon passed smoothly, now the influence of Alfie had left, and they could live together in harmony.
In the evening, Noah got the woman, Kim, to recall her Jack of Spades experience, before he explained, that without this place, without the medical team, she may have died, yet now, here she was, free from all of that. He used her story to strengthen the trust they placed in him, as, after all, he had to keep them in his support if he wanted the sanctuary to continue.
He then began to talk about who the Jack of Spades was, and how he disapproved of his game. He told them about how the Jack of Spades was by no means a bad person to begin with. He had been kind, supportive, and a good friend to him, but once they arrived, he lost sight of his old self. He started to distrust Noah, and became the evil villain that had tortured Kim in his game. But Noah was different. He resisted that. He wanted the best for them.
A lone clap came from the back of the hall to interrupt Noah’s story.
“Very good, very good. You’ve used another person and their story to increase the trust others have for you, and quite frankly, it’s a wonderful idea. This game, the sanctuary, is great. You’ve found a perfect way to keep everyone alive while still preserving yourself. You spit in the face of the creator of this place. Amazing. The only problem is, I’m here to win.” A man in a hoodie said, walking forward. “Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Lucas, and I just beat the queen of hearts. I’ve come to finish the trio off.”
Noah looked at him. “Well, I think you are going to find that rather difficult….” Noah said. “I have no lan of pressing that button, and no one in this hall but you wants me to do so…”
“We’ll see, won’t we. Now, which bed do I get. I’ve had a long last hour.” Lucas responded. Noah pointed to a bunk, and Lucas lay down.
Noah continued his story, before they all went to bed.
Sixth Day of Exhibitions
It was just him and Jack left now. The fact Jack had made it this far surprised him considerably, considering the nature of his game. Who knows, maybe God was looking out for him.
His routine was slightly different that morning. Instead of waking the cooks and preparing breakfast, he awoke Lucas.
“Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot yesterday. I am willing to give you a tour of the church, and then maybe you can tell me where you want to work. Let me assure you, this place is where you want to be. You don’t want to play any of the other games. You don’t want to clear all the games.” Noah said
“Yeah, whatever.” Lucas responded, getting up. “Although, in future, could you not wake me up so early in the morning?”
“Of course.” Noah said, leading him away.
He showed him the garden, the livestock, the underground rooms, and finally the Kitchen, where Lucas decided he wanted to work. He told Noah that he had always enjoyed cooking, and was quite good at it. Noah agreed to let him do so, and Lucas began to get to work on breakfast, as Noah woke the others up.
Lucas seized his chance, slowly walking out of the building with two sacks of potatoes, throwing them behind the wall, putting them outside of the area. He could slowly do this with all of the food, and then wreck the garden, Noah would quickly fall out of favour with the others. :Lucas did also realise, that in doing so would also damage his reputation, but he hoped most of the blame would fall on Noah.
He spent most of his day secretly throwing food out of the venue, before someone pointed out that someone had spilled a sack of potatoes just outside the churchyard.
Noah came to inspect it, and said that whoever it was should come forward, and Noah wouldn’t be angry.
Lucas stepped forward. “I’m sorry Noah, but I was carrying the potatoes, when I accidentally dropped them, and they all spilled out. I tried to throw the rest out to hide the evidence, but that was clearly a mistake.”
Lucas made his face look guilty, and Noah put his hand on Lucas shoulder.
“It is forgiven.” He said, before leaning in to Lucas “I know what you are doing. Stop, Now.” He whispered in Lucas’ ear.
Lucas looked at him, and nodded. Lucas walked back to the Kitchen, and began to properly work. He found that there were no other opportunities to get rid of food, so while everyone ate their food, he sat in silence contemplating when he could strike again.
He returned to work, and over a couple of hours, deliberated a conundrum.
The no violence rule should shield him from being stopped, so he could simply do it in broad daylight.
Just to be sure, Lucas waited until no-one was properly looking at him, or at the food.
Lucas saw a chance. He knew it was risky, but the no violence rule theoreticallymeant no one could stop him.
He picked up two bags in full view of everyone, and ran outside, throwing them through the gates.
“What the hell is he doing!?” Roger shouted.
“He’s decreasing the food supply to try and destroy our sanctuary! We must cats him out while we have the chance!” One of the gardeners shouted, and he rushed towards Lucas, about to push him.
“Wait! Don’t! No violence, remember?” Roger shouted.
“A push isn’t violence!” The Man shouted.
He prepared himself to push Lucas out of the churchyard, when an announcement rang out.
“There is only one game remaining. The Game is the King of Hearts. To join, please make your way to the venue.”
They stopped dead.
“Wait, if that’s true, then all that needs to happen for us to win is for Noah to press the button!” Roger said.
“Yes, but if we win we just have to become citizens ourselves. That isn’t what I want. I don’t want to have to create a game. I would rather stay here, with Noah. Don’t you? Or would you rather he died? Are you a traitor?” Someone said, and others agreed.
Roger was terrified. “That’s not what I meant..” He said, nervously.
“My children, calm down.” Noah said, walking out. “There is no need for our sanctuary to end because the other games have. We can still continue. Who is with me, and wishes to remain?”
The crowd gave a mixed reaction.
“After all I have done for you, after everything, you do not wish to remain?” Noah said, puzzled.
“Well Noah, one thing you underestimated was the human want for something they don’t have. Many here want to be able to leave the churchyard, which they can do if you press the button. In fact, your game is now more of a hindrance than an advantage. If you do press the button, they can at least go wherever they want. While you still live, They are confined to this churchyard.” Lucas said.
Noah was about to respond, when there was a large creaking from the church doors.
Four people walked in, the one at the front asking if he was interrupting.
“You…” Lucas said, looking at the schoolboy that had spoken, and then to the woman. “I’m surprised she made it this far. She cared way to much about people. Wheras you,” He said, looking at Ben. “I’m not one bit surprised. After you betrayed your friend, I knew you had it in you to survive this world.”
He turned back to the group. “See, now all the other games have gone, you will get more and more of these maniacs coming to make a stain on your perfect colony. Consider it-“
The door creaked open again, and three men and a woman walked in.
“As I was saying, more and more arrivals will come, and you will have to try harder and harder to keep them here. Anyway, I await you decision Noah. I am going to sleep now.” Lucas said, walking over to his bunk, listening as the crowd erupted into chaos.
Seventh Day of Exhibitions
Lucas was awoken by the now familiar voice.
“The Button has been pressed. For all remains players, it is game clear.”
He shot up, seeing the others all looking around similarly. Lucas looked at the altar, where Noah’s dead body lay. It seems he crumpled under the pressure, and had decided to end his sanctuary.
The room was lit up with bright light from outside, and they all got up to make their way out.
Fireworks littered the sky, and as they filed out of the churchyard, they saw the King of Hearts Blimp explode behind them, and crash into the sanctuary.
“And I told him not to wake me early..” Lucas muttered.
“All Games have been cleared.” The Voice announced, and Lucas and the others continued to watch the fireworks displays.
“Now, the remaining players are offered a choice to continue the Death matches of the borderlands with Lifelong citizenship All player must individually provide a response now please.”
Lucas was the first to speak.
“I accept citizenship.”
Around him a chorus of declinations began, as he watched various players toying with what to choose.
John stood next to Grace, Sam, and Chris. They agreed together that they would decline citizenship.
They said it together.
Ben and James looked at each other. They knew they couldn’t continue in this world, and so rejected.
Alex and Mia did the Same. So did Kim, Roger, Tracy, Flo, and Margret.
They looked at the fireworks in the sky, which eventually coalesced to one glowing beacon in the sky, which slowly expanded, engulfing them.
Lucas shielded his eyes, and when he opened them, he found himself in an underground office, with various computers and chairs around. He looked at the table, seeing on it laid a King of Hearts card.
He stared at it, confused.
1st Day of Restitution
“Yesterday, at around 10:00, there was a disastrous collapse at the Theatre, which has left large lists of casualties in its wake. A burst gas pipe caused the building to collapse as a result of its old age, burying many under layers of rubble. This follows yesterdays news of a bus crash in much the same place, which left 19 people in critical condition, all of whom have now passed. We are sure the city, as well as the greater region, will feel the affects of these two disasters for many years to come, and may never recover from the loss. Our heartfelt condolences to all the families.”
John clicked off the news broadcast. He was recovering in hospital from the events the previous day. He had been unlucky enough to be next to the theatre when it collapsed, burying him and the patient in the bed next to him under rubble. He looked over to the man in the hoodie laid out next to him, as well as the younger blond man on his right. He was glad to see some people had made it out safe, and he felt like he knew them well, assuming it was something to do with shared trauma.
In another part of the hospital, grace awoke next to her colleagues, Tracy, Flo, and Roger. It had been hard on her, the entire production crew, the actors, almost everyone involved in the production had been lost. She didn’t know any of them that well, but as she listened to the news broadcast run through the hundreds of dead, she couldn’t help but wonder why she was left alive. But she knew now she had to continue to live for those who had died, she couldn’t let herself get too wrapped up in the past. She wondered why her Dad hadn’t visited her yet, and asked one of the nurses to see if he had asked for her. The nurse informed her he had, but that he couldn’t see her as he was still being tended to. Grace was surprised by the fact her Dad had been there during the accident, but told the nurse she wanted to see him as soon as possible.
In another wing of the hospital, James turned to talk to ben, one of the only remaining members of his form. Mia lay next to him, drifting in and out of sleep. He had never really spoken to them, but felt he knew them really well.
Ben had been crying, thinking about everyone that had been lost, and James had shed a few tears too. While he had never really liked certain members of form, like Ellis, he didn’t think any of them had deserved this. Ben and James started to talk about their lives, and how grateful they were to be alive. Ben thought about how he had lost almost all his friends with one cruel sweep. The day before he had still been clinging on to the hope Jack would recover, but now their whole form was gone. Sophie, Tom, everyone.
Alex lay in bed, in hospital, watching the news play, informing everyone of the incident at the theatre. She found it hard to believe she had been there, and made it out. As the long list of casualties scrolled past, she felt so lucky to be alive. She caught sight of the name Kathrine Foreman on the screen, and couldn’t shake the feeling she had heard it somewhere before, it was like it was a person she couldn’t remember, a name she couldn’t put a face to. She lay back down, her arms and legs in pain.
Lucas
He awoke, breathing heavily. He saw that he was where he should be, in the city, with everything in place.
Ever since accepting residency his dreams had been plagued with visions of doctors and nurses, talking about how he was comatose. He brushed the thoughts out of his mind, walking over to a sink and throwing water into his face.
He was alone here. No one else had chosen to stay. Yet, he still new almost as much as he did before. Why he was here, where here was, all lay unanswered. He shrugged.
He walked over to the table, preparing himself some food.
This was not what he had expected from citizenship, he must admit, but he welcomed the freedom of this world, even if no one could share it with him. The fax machine on the desk whirred, and he walked over to it, having only seen it in action once before. A list of names shot out of a fax machine near him, and he looked at them.
It was a table, with two columns. ‘Arrival date’ and ‘Player Name’. He had also been provided with a difficulty. Seven of Spades.
He looked at the paper, and smiled. This was more what he had been expecting.
From u/Other-Borderlands:
Thank you so, so, so, much for reading. I’ve struggled with keeping up with this series for a bit, but I’ve managed to push through. I want to thank specifically u/Lost_in_Borderlands, u/NatetheMechaBoss, u/StuddedDiamond, and u/Tricky-Ad-2456 for all of your continued support and kind comments. I am so relieved to have finally finished this series and hope you had as much if not more fun along the way. I hope to write more in future, but at the moment I need to take a well earned break. See you then!

Hi, GeoGuessr community!
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My name is Jordan Fink, and I'm the Executive Director of Build Soil. We work on collective community action all over the world to create community resilience and respond to environmental issues. One of our goals is to plant a couple of million edible mixed species chestnuts in temperate areas around the world.
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As we encourage people to plant these trees, we're also putting together simple tools for mapping trees as people plant them. But we're also creating maps of trees that people find. Recently, I acquired a dataset of over 150,000 chestnut trees from the Global Biodiversity Information Facility (GBIF). GBIF is an international organization that provides free and open access to biodiversity data from around the world.
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I had fun on my Twitch stream exploring some of the mapped trees from the GBIF dataset. We looked at trees from the map and realized that some were missing, and others were misidentified as poisonous horse chestnuts. Chestnut trees are an incredible food source all over the world. Two chestnut trees would produce as much grain-nutrition as a person needs a year, and they can live for thousands of years. They're threatened by neglect, climate change, and several diseases, so it's vital that every chestnut is correctly identified to ensure a wide seed bank for community options.
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So, I've been imagining taking our data entry from our ArcGIS Online data and having people go through Street View to look for trees and mark if they exist, if they don't, and how they're doing. However, the Google API for embedding Street View is rather pricey, especially if we get a lot of people helping. I've been considering having people use parallel windows and simply copy lat-long coordinates back and forth, but that's awkward.
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I love what the GeoGuessr community is about, and I thought maybe you all would have some enthusiasm and ideas for how I could make this happen. Any suggestions?
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Thanks for your time,
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Jordan Fink, Executive Director of Build Soil
here's our dataset at the moment, it needs to be cleaned up a lot: https://buildsoil.maps.arcgis.com/apps/webappvieweindex.html?id=7e6e9dd9a67f4d73822434fb9d2b6d5c

Just 2 weeks since my life changed, cancer to thank for the devastation, just 7 months after diagnosis. Not genetics, just a random occurrence of a rare breast cancer, undetectable until its to late. How? Why? Welcome to the lottery of death. She was picked, with a big fuck you from this world for doing things right in life. Just barely getting to celebrate her 43rd birthday before it took her so aggressively. Just a short 10 years I had, 8 of them married. We had a couple of kids, and now I'm a single dad. I can barely function now, feeling so empty with a pit in my stomach that just hurts. I laid in bed all day today other then to take my daughter to and from school, and to feed them. I couldn't muster much else but to cry at every turn when they were not in my view. Everyone says I need to stay strong for them, but nobody understands how broken and in pain I am. I love my kids and they will be taken care of, but right now it seems to be the bare minimum that I can do. The kids are so young and resilient. One doesn't even understand at all, and adds to the sadness that they won't know the amazing mother they had.
I lurked these forums for a couple of days, and it was the strangest of feelings to see recent comments or posts that appeared to completely mirror all my feelings and actions that I have gone through in the last few days. It was almost to perfectly aligned that you would think that it was written by AI to keep me in the illusion that this was real. Look, you are not alone, everything you are feeling and doing, others are doing the exact same thing right now. But it fueled my want for this to all be fake, how can it be real right? How could all my actions and feelings and thoughts just appear as text of what others say they are doing right now also. Almost to convenient, just feeding my cries that I be awaken from this nightmare so I can be with her again now. This is all just fake, fuck this world. Just Wake Up.
She was my soulmate, still in love, we were looking forward to long lives together. Growing very old, and enjoying every minute. She was my perfect match, she was my source of happiness. My life started when we met. Now what am I suppose to do, everything seems so pointless and meaningless now. What future even matters now. It is hard to feel present in any moment right now. Maybe time will draw me closer to this reality, or maybe, hopefully, I'll wake up from this nightmare.

I’ve seen some people have writing sample that they share; and so here is one of mine:
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We called it humanity's worst disaster. History named it The Great Blinding. What that doesn't entail is that it was our own damn fault. The world was wrought into chaos after several months of warnings and we simply elected to ignore them, feigning assurance - "Oh that'll go away once we start on it."
"That's no problem for the government. They'll take care of us."
"Don't get involved, you'll just get in the way of the experts."
Ultimately, no one did anything about it because they thought others were on top of the problem. Indeed, this led to a fading away of layers of ozone that prevented the full wrath of the sun. The ozone wasn't fully gone, no but enough that the light truly lit up the earth. When it was day, we were all doomed. No corner of darkness could hide us. It took mere seconds and we were caught.
There were legends of a group of roamers traveling eternally into the night, never letting the day come upon them.
It's been 2 years since... The night doesn't last very long. We don't walk by sight anymore. We walk by faith. In faith, we sense the heat. We developed patterns of excursions into the dark. The already blind, we called them Ushers of Darkness, led us. They knew the world unlike us. We fell into line. We worshiped them. They walked the world, took us places with cool air, cold water, taught us to feel the world around us.
Then it happened. Colors poured into my periphery, filling my vision. At first, I was confused. Dreaming? Tripping? Then everything settled in place. The world stood in plain view. I was astonished at what I saw... Scribblings everywhere, didn't matter how far I went, even on the people themselves, myself included - "Don't tell them you can see." Granted, it was all dim since we were hiding in the dark but there was enough.
I wasn't sure what would happen if I did tell them despite the warning so I played along. I saw where the Ushers of Darkness led us. They led us through dangerous places but on safe paths, balancing on a thin rope death and life... I nearly got caught myself veering off the path because of my insatiable curiosity.
As time went on, I got better at keeping up the act. It became dreary... I wish I could be blind again. We couldn't do much anyway. We were holed up from the sun's wrath.
Then I started feeling something was off... No one was talking. It was pure silence. Yet we kept doing the same things again and again, our excursions in the dark to scavenge, then back to our darkly caves with oases. But silence.
I tried to talk but was afraid I'd slip up and show I could see. After all, what we talk about tend to be what we feel or see. The risks simply weren't worth it. Then I thought a thought...
What if they all could see?
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Thank you once again for reading! 🥰