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As the title says, who is your comfort hero?
To add some context, this hero will always give you fun, joy, excitement and satisfaction no matter if it's ranked, classic or brawl.
Playing this hero will never make you tilt, annoyed, angry or bored. Playing this hero always relaxes you and it don't matter if you lose many times with this hero, you can still proudly say to yourself "Hey, I had so much fun!"
To start off, mine is Xavier.
I rarely use him in rank, mostly classic but when I do, it feels peaceful and fun to play regardless if my team is losing or toxic. There's just this satisfaction of immobilizing people and sniping them from far away. Also since he doesn't have any dash or escape skills, playing him teaches me about proper positioning.
What's yours?

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My goal as a DM is always to challenge my players. I will not try and out right kill you but Actions have consequences. Not all fights will be winnable, sometimes you might have to run to stay alive. Some of the NPC in the game are intelligent they might target the Healer or Mage first to easily defeat the party. I tend to Limit the AC of my players. I have seen too many times where players have high AC making them unhittable and frustrating for me as a DM. Some Armor and AC boosting Magic Items will not be found or are very hard to get. I have DMed more with Combats then with roleplay so during this campaign I am going to try and Push myself to roleplay more. While roleplaying I ask that you roll checks like Insight, Persuasion, Deception, or Intimidation when you feel like your character would need to. Depending on the social encounter I might modify your roll. I do allow interparty Conflict but if you must fight no one will Die. You can play an Evil PC but you must still work with the party. There might be a few situation where this changes.
In this campaign, my vision is to create a deeply personalized and immersive experience for each player. I am dedicated to crafting a campaign that revolves around your individual background, goals, wants, and needs. By taking into account the unique characteristics and aspirations of each player, I aim to develop a narrative that truly resonates with your character. To ensure that your journey is meaningful and engaging, I will ask each player to provide three short-term goals and two long-term goals that drive your character's motivations and desires. Examples of a Short Term goal could be to
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What the title says. Is it worth it?
I've been working towards this goal for a while (been out of undergrad for 2 years), and after 1 unsuccessful app cycle, i'm now finally getting opportunities to potentially get a few pubs to strengthen my profile. But at the same time, the low pay compared to the years of education (even in clinical practice, compared to other careers), lost opportunity cost, the prospect of living under the poverty line for another decade, and the competitiveness of academia are all making me wonder if it's worth continuing or if I should just pivot now. Especially since my interests are more in research, but I feel like I wouldn't have any stability or money unless I do clinical practice. Wondering how others who have already done it feel.

Hello I have spent many hours trying to run Ultimate alliance dlc Characters. I want the hero and villains pack but they seem to be gone from the face of the internet. I got the base already and its already backed up. Im trying to find a source for the dlc or an iso of the gold or special editions such as platinum hits. I am going crazy for this and I just want the characters on my xbox 360.
My xbox is modded and I have tried everything for the dlc. Nothing seems to work for some reason and the versions of the gold editions and stuff immediatly crashed my xbox when i ran them.

It's been just over 8 months since my abusive 16 year marriage ended. He left me because he felt his feelings weren't validated and that I couldn't communicate. I tried. For YEARS I tried. I tried to fix us. I tried to help him fix himself. But when he would start fights for no reason, I ran away. And when I tried to communicate when we weren't fighting, I always got, "Do you really want to do this now?" I couldn't win. I had no chance.
He met Katie on Reddit exactly 2 weeks after he left. He now lives with her. My 15 year old son and I live with my mom and her husband. I'm a 53 year old woman with no job, due to back injury and crippling depression/anxiety. My son has anxiety too, from the abuse he witnessed growing up and from his dad leaving. He is on Prozac, but his anxiety is so bad, he can't leave the house. He hasn't seen his dad since February and only started talking to him again a week ago.
Life is grim. I haven't had a good day since he left. I can't sleep. I can't function. Therapy and meds haven't touched it. His birthday is Tuesday, and every time I close my eyes, all I can see is his face. I know what he did, and I don't want him back. But I can't stop thinking about how lonely and miserable I am...how I have no options, how I'm stranded here because he took my car to Georgia, so I can't even leave this fucking house to meet anyone. He won't even consider giving my car back. Not because he needs it...just because he wants to be able to get off on the fact he took everything from me. He pretends he wants us to work out details of divorce ourselves, but when I tell him what I want (my car back, for him to take his stuff, and child support), he tells me I'm obsessed with him and I need to move on. But I can't because I have no car, no home of my own, nothing but a bunch of shit that reminds me of what I don't have
He was one of my best friends for 18 years before we got together. My other 2 best friends died 8 and 6 years ago. I have no one because he discouraged me having friends because 'all we need is each other'. I'm reminded every single day that I have no friends, and that the man I loved for most of my life and tolerated abuse from because I knew he was mentally ill doesn't give a shit if I live or die.
My mom and stepdad are elderly and need constant help, and I can barely get out of bed every day. I have no self-worth. He made sure of that. And to top it off, when my son came in my room and saw me looking at my DMs, not even chatting with anyone, just checking them, he got mad and asked me if I was gonna start fucking around. If I had destroyed our family, deserted him, moved in with some whore in another state and ignored him for months on end, would I then be the hero he seems to think his father is? It's not fucking fair! I have to deal with this shit on my own.
I don't want to do this anymore. I can't handle it. I've lost everyone and everything, and no one gets why I'm depressed and won't just get over it. No one fucking cares. I'm just done!

Aaah, finally refreshed, thank you sweet gal, I really needed this. So... Where was I ? Ah, yeah, I remember !
So, our merry band had a few clues about their prey : it was tiny, it sucked out the blood of its victims, it was probably cursed and our resident Witcher, Elainne Belleteyn, found an empty tomb while on the trail of the creature. So... It was more than probable a botchling ! I don't know a lot about these pesky buggers myself, I must say. When I asked my sweet friend Elainne about these creatures, she said that they were created from a stillborn children, or abandoned babies in the woods. Apparently, you can... Use some kind of strange elvish ritual to transform them into something called a lubberkin. Unfortunatly, the Witcher didn't knew it. As she said herself :
"Heck, you really think the School of the Cat would go for the harsh and long way when it's easier to kill it ?"
Let's be clear, I do hope she was kidding me, 'cause we would probably have a lot of them roaming around in the Kingdom of the North...
Well, whatever... So, it was prolly a botchling. And everything linked it to Catrina aep Luk, the daughter of the bourgmestre. Fortunately, Morriga aep Proserpa knew the ritual. So they splitted up : Zokir, Zerath and Kite went to meet the bourgmestre daughter, while Morriga and Elainne would hunt down the creature.
The Dwarf, the Human and the Elf went to the house, while the sun was still in the sky. They met with Catrina aep Luk privately, Zerath and Zokir disguising themselves as some kind of ambulant apothecaries and Kite being here to introduce them to the bourgmestre. So... They explained the situation to the young maiden and she... Kinda freaked out that they knew about her failed pregnancy. Apparently, only the doctor, Liam aep Carys, knew about it. She accepted, a bit reluctantly and remained in her bedroom with Zerath while Zokir and Kite went to the garden and prepared a tomb. Cruel irony, it was at the same place where the last victim had been found.
Meanwhile, Elainne and Morriga were about to track the monster when... The Witcher remembered she gave her medaillon to Kite, as some kind of proof if needed during the meeting with Catrina. I can assure you, Witcher can feel shame, for her cheeks were burning RED when she recollected me this tale. So they ran as fast as they could, took the medaillon and went back to the hunt. They found the botchling in a chicken coop, about to climb a window. Elainne used of one of her magic trick to calm down the creature and Morriga took it. They went as fast as possible to the bourgmestre's house... Followed by a bunch of villagers who were morbidly fascinated by the scene, until Morriga asked them "politely" to go off unless they were willing to risk some curses.
And then, Zerath had to lead Catrina to the garden. Let's just say it wasn't easy : her father was trying to get at the front door to understand what was all the agitation he heard outside. Zerath... Well, he told me that he managed to diplomatically prevent him to do so, while his daughter escaped by some back door. And Kite went inside too, but from the front door, closing it behind him.
As for the ritual... Apparently it consists to name the child, accepting them as your. Morriga led the ritual, inside a kind of magical protection set up by Elainne. Zokir was inside the circle too, while the Witcher was outside, blade drawn. Apparently, it can attract some nasty guests, so... She was there to protect, in doubt. The ritual was pretty quick, the botchling... Died ? Apparently ? I mean, Witcher ca kill ghosts, so I guess this is pretty normal. And they buried it, before going away. The only problem was that someone had to wait near the tomb during 24 hours, to make sure it would come back as a lubberkin. And Elainne elected herself to the task. Apparently, the bourgmestre asked her about all this and she handwaved it (probably by threatening him if he was going to disturb her : patience is NOT one of her quality).
The following day was... Long. Elainne was like a wild beast in cage, waiting impatiently. The others went doing... Whatever they were doing, I guess when something happened. So... I have the recollection of the two parties and as far as I know, it began with the Witcher. Apparently the legend was true, but didn't needed the 24 hours long part. A spectral creature rised from the grave and... Apparently gave her a warning about an imminent assault on the village.
So she hid in ambush... And waited again. But she was fine with it, for once. And soon, some peoples climbed the outside wall, apparently some kind of assassins trying to reach the mayor. And they met her instead. An angry and frustrated Witcher wielding her trusty blade coated in hanged's man venom. I will spare you the details, you can thank me lads.
Meanwhile, someone opened a portal outside the walls of the village and it poured out many members of the Blue Rose of Nazair rebels, led by no one else than the Gardener himself ! And it turned out that the whole place was almost depleted of their militia AND members of the Nilfgaardian army ! So... Our brave heroes braced themselves to the fight. Morriga litteraly vaporised many of the assaillants and even forced some to retreat ! Kite flew a true rain of arrows on them and even Zerath, not the one with the most fighting spirit among them, did his fair share. Zokir told me that he fought a veritable army of rebels, fending them off by himself to protect his companions, but I surmise that he was lying to me, especially the part where he sang a serenade to a bystander while doing so.
Apparently, the Gardener was expecting a defensless place, but... It wasn't. And his troop were mawed down in all senses of the term. Elainne was openly laughing like a maniac while slaughtering her opponents, there was a barrage of fire from Morriga, Kite was striking everything moving and even Zerath went out to kill some peoples with his dagger. Oh, and apparently, some of his rebels were using bombs and... Blew themselves up by mistake. So he grabbed Zerath of Attre and tried to teleport away. I suppose he thought about using the young cintrasian as some kind of hostage, something like that. Unfortunatly, he took an arrow to the knee and... Teleported in the village, above a roof and they both landed pretty badly. Well, especially the Gardener, in fact. Zerath must be a lucky one and stayed conscious enough to avoid falling from said roof. Seeing the defeat of their leader, the Blue Roses capitulated. Though, I suspect it was a matter of time : it's pretty demoralizing to go for an easy assault and be welcomed by fire and steel.
Once done and the rebels captured, the group was about to leave the place (well, when Elainne would come back from the grove where there was a secret cache belongign to the Blue Roses) when a small contigent of the army came, led by the Sergent Klarsfeld of the Impera Brigad, and the Capitain Joshua. It was the regiment tasked to hunt down the Blue Roses rebels. The Sergent spoke with Kite, calling him "The Duke of Neunreuth's Hound", and gave him the promised reward for the capture of the Gardener. And... He told him about a certain "Wynn Deryn", a strange man apparently known of Kite, who, having met the Nilfgaardian army, told them that a certain Witcher whose looking alike a lot of Elainne was wanted in Angren. Apparently, she really pissed off a powerful noble a while ago and said noble doesn't seems to be the kind of woman who forget easily an offense.
Well... I think it's all for the night folks ! Sorry to leave you in such cliffhanger, but it's getting late, I'm not the only bard who's here to entertain you tonight and I have a rendez-vous with a bottle of cider ! Though, I promise you to see you again tomorrow, with new tales about their aventures !

I haven't the strength To swim the deep side I cannot in good faith tread Lest my feet not touch bottom
Thus, sirens are silent for me Though I see them close to shore They stare easy to contempt Recognizing soulless posing silver
So, I call to the sirens What deep or shallow irony Pleading for poetic adjective muse “I am a hero worth drowning!”
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I don't know if this is the best place to ask, but I think here is better than college. I'm currently applying to multiple master's programs here in Mexico. I want to study CS.
I've been talking with a professor with whom I worked with publishing a paper, has offered me to apply to a program where he studied. In this program there are several people who has worked with, so he knows them well.
He told me that if I were okay with and I was admitted, I would have the opportunity to work in any subject that I'm interested, or I can still work with him and do something related to his field. He also told me that I would have the opportunity to publish in journals or conferences with a good impact factor.
The problem is that this program is the program doesn't have as much prestige nationally, let alone internationally, although it has some good researchers who publish in journals with a good impact factor.
So, I don't know whether to apply to this program where I could have freedom in what I want to research and have the chance to publish papers in journals or conferences, that I think it would help me for a better PhD, or look into a more reputable program, although I might not have as many freedoms or opportunities.
My plan is to do a PhD and stay in academia. The problem is that at least I have read in the US case, that prestige matters a lot, as I would like to do my PhD in the US.

Hello there! I haven’t flirted with anyone for such a long time that I thought this could be fun. I never quite know how to introduce myself but I am a 21 yo male from Brazil, a country in South America. I am going to university for a social sciences degree, and while this is not an application, it feels like one so yes my GPA is pretty high. Besides that, I write poetry on the side, and I work for a small online newspaper.
I am fascinated fairly often by many things so you won’t be bored. These days I was reading about Liberian history before the 1980 coup d’etat and last month I became fascinated by modern Spanish history after reading Preston’s biography of Francisco Franco. In general, I really enjoy all the humanities. I follow politics keenly, and I’d say I am on the centre-left – pro-abortion, in favour of a robust welfare state, LGBTQ+ rights, affirmative action. If you know about Brazilian politics, I voted for Marina and Haddad in 2018 (the voting age here is 16), and Lula last year.
As you can imagine, I also really enjoy reading and writing. Besides poetry, I often write little chronicles, and I have dreamt about writing a novel, but that definitely sounds like too much work right now. As for my favourite novels, they definitely would be Auto-da-Fé by Elias Canetti and War and Peace by Tolstoy. I also really enjoy TV shows and cinema, in general, and I am easily brought to tears in the movies. Yes, I cried during the last Minions movie – and I didn’t even go there willingly. And I really love music. My taste in music has been described as “fairly gay” by a few friends. Since last year, I have been especially fascinated by Rosalía, but I love tango, classical music, hip hop, pop, and indie. I'd have loved to be a musician, but ah, social scientist and amateur poet is good enough.
I'd say I am pretty introverted, polite, and timid. I am affectionate and I can be very passionate as well. I’m fairly funny – or at least, a few people laugh, that is. As for what I want to do with my life, I am unsure though I am inclined to go into academia. I have been considering applying to a PhD program in the U.S. after finishing my undergrad here in Brazil. My family does want me to go into their business, which is related to politics.
What am I looking for? I’d like someone curious about the world around her. And I’d like someone who would be willing to watch Seinfeld with me at times. Someone to love, someone to care, and someone to write about.

Might be going crazy at this point. Played a game many years ago that had miniatures with these reversible coins attached to the base that changed how the mini could move on the board. I always thought this was Hero Quest, but my boyfriend swears that it’s not.
Have I completely made up a board game in my head? 🤣

Congrats to anyone who cashed a Grillo ticket! I barely got to watch any of this event so I hope it was entertaining for those who did. We move on to one of my favorite courses on the circuit, Muirfield Village. I'm on vacation so this write-up will be fairly brief but I'm sure the other contributors in the thread will pick up for my slack with their solid analysis!
The formula for conquering Muirfield is actually a fairly simple one, hit the fairways and hit the greens. I know, that sounds very "duh!" to say, but it's the truth. The rough on this course is very penalizing and the greens are decisively more difficult to hit than tour average, due in part to the penalizing rough. The course underwent a pretty big renovation in 2020 so we really want to focus on what has happened the last 2 years here. The renovation narrow landing spots in the fairways and aimed to modernize Muirfield to further stand the test of new age golfers and technology. we've seen winning scores of 13 and 14 under since the renovation so it's fair to expect a similar winning score again this year.
Approach is king here and the 2 distances we'll see the most approach shots from is 150-175 and 175-200. Nearly half of all approach shots will come from within this range, including 3 of the 4 par 3s. There are 7 par 4s from the 450-500 yard range so that's a worthy stat to factor in as well. Cantlay, Xander, and Rory of some guys with repeated success here and that points us to just very solid tee-to-green play and avoiding trouble. Cantlay and Xander especially play what some consider a "boring" brand of golf, which is just making the correct shot choice, not trying to hit a bunch of hero shots, and avoiding the big mistakes.
I'm so cold that I'm very simply taking the guys that I like this week and I really don't care what the betting number is. Hopefully I don't get murdered on the prices but oh well, I'm sticking to my guns this week.
Bets: Patrick Cantlay, Si Woo, Sahith Theegala, Corey Connors, Gary Woodland, Hayden Buckley, the Jaeger Bomb, and I might talk myself into Hideki
GL and LFG!

I'm sure many of you knew this already but just had my first game where I abused this: if you hero power a minion in the shop before you buy it, the divine shield will be active if you summon it with the new T4 6/2 deathrattle murloc that summons a minion from your hand. Very strong combo with the new 4/4 handbuff murloc

Hi! I saw a prompt on /writingprompts and wrote a story around it, I'd love to get some feedback. This is my first attempt at trying to write something since like highschool.
The prompt was:
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You’re an astronaut on a deep space mission. You invent an imaginary friend to help stay sane. Upon finally returning, Mission Control stops you. There’s an unidentified life form on board with you.
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Story:
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It all started when I woke up from stasis. NASA had warned me that things would be weird for the first few hours after waking up and to take it easy, but when they had said ‘weird’ I had never expected this.
“Will you cut that out?” I said to John as he leaned back in the copilot chair humming a tune I couldn’t quite recognize.
“Sorry man, didn’t mean to harsh your vibes.”
John, apparently, was my imaginary friend. I don’t really remember dreaming him up, but he insists I did when I came out of stasis. I have vague memories of him while I was in stasis. He appeared in different dreams, or maybe memories from my childhood? Did I have a childhood imaginary friend? I honestly couldn’t remember.
“Woooaaahh dude. I just had the craziest thought.” John said.
I focused on the control station I was working at, trying my best to ignore him.
“What if when we get to Earth there’s like, a real version of me, you know?”
I turned and stared at him, “what on Earth are you talking about?”
“Well actually brosef, I’m not on Earth, I’m inside the ship. Are you still trippin’ from the stasis?”
I clamped my eyes shut and groaned, turning back to my station.
“I just mean like, so you imagined me, right? But what if you based me off a real person. So, what happens when we meet? Will he and I fuse into one person? Or will like, your head explode from seeing both of us at the same time?”
That made me pause for a moment. Had I imagined him from a real person? I racked my brain trying to think of anyone I knew named John, but I couldn’t think of any.
“I don’t know a John, sadly you’re wholly original in your annoying nature.”
He blew a raspberry, “dude come on, John is like, what, the most common male name in America? And you’re telling me you don’t know a John? Come onnnnnnnnnn.”
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Eight months later and John was still here, and as annoying as ever. Today his choice of annoying entertainment was bouncing a tennis ball against the wall of the ship.
“Where did you even get a tennis ball?”
“Oh, you know man, around. Do you wanna try? It’s a pretty fun game.”
“No, I’m busy. We have to make sure these burns are executed correctly, or we’ll miss Earth.”
John rolled his eyes and went back to throwing the ball.
“Why are you so worried about getting back to Earth?”
I stared at him, hoping if I stared hard enough, he’d just disappear. “Why wouldn’t I want to get back to Earth? It’s our home, remember? And, if we get back, I can get away from you.”
John laughed, “Brosef, you imagined me, remember? Why don’t you just like, unimagine me if I’m bothering you so much?”
“Don’t you think I’ve tried that?” I said, resting my head in my hands, pressing my palms into my eyes until I saw stars.
John looked down at the floor, pouting. “Why you got to be so mean man, I’m just tryin’ to make this ride a liiiittle more entertaining.”
I let out a sigh, he was certainly annoying, but he was also my only friend, and was going to be for a very, very long time.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. Why don’t we do something fun? What do you want to do?”
John perked up, and I knew instantly I had made a mistake.
“You really mean that? We could do something fun? I have the BEST idea.”
I nodded, defeated. I had learned it was best to just get it over with instead of arguing with John. He could be very, very persistent.
“What’s the idea?” I said, putting on my best “I’m listening and am interested” face that I could.
He paused, sitting up straight. “Okay, here me out. So, like, what if we went on like, an epic road trip.”
He shot me the most excited, kid in a candy shop look.
I cocked my head at him, trying to read his expression for the hint of a joke in there, but I didn’t see one. “Aren’t we already on an epic road trip? We’re in SPACE John, alone, together, for another three years. Does it get any more epic than that?”
He scoffed, “yeah but like, we aren’t seeing anything, we aren’t going anywhere, we’re just drivin’ along, going back home. That’s no fun. We should be stopping places, going on whacky adventures.”
I looked around, balling my toes up trying to find an outlet for my frustration.
“Where do you want to stop, John? Again, we’re in SPACE. There’s literally nothing anywhere. What, you want to go stop at that proton molecule just floating out there?”
John rolled his eyes and went back to throwing his tennis ball.
“I knew you wouldn’t get it. Don’t you remember when we were kids, we went on that epic road trip across the country? We stopped, where was it, like, Idaho? No wait, Indiana, that’s right. We saw that maaaassive ear of corn? That was awesome! We need to do stuff like that, man.”
I paused, a chill working its way up my spine. “How do you know about that?”
John threw me a smirk, “come on bro, you created me, remember? Of course, I have memories from you.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t invent you until recently, you weren’t around back then. How could you know that?”
John stopped throwing his stupid tennis ball and turned to me. “Look, I don’t have the time or energy to teach you about the human-imaginary friend memory bonding structure, but trust me, that’s how it works.”
I wanted to press him for more information but knew it wouldn’t go anywhere. When he didn’t want to talk about something, he found every tiny way to distract from it until I gave up, so I decide to just give up early.
“Okay, so yeah, when we were kids, we saw the giant ear of corn. Where is that? Oh right, back on Earth. Where’s the giant space ear of corn John?”
I played up looking around the ship, putting my hand to my forehead to block the sun.
“Because I’m not seeing it, are you?”
He went back to throwing his tennis ball. “They probably don’t have a giant space ear of corn. But they could have other stuff. What if we went to Titan? Oh, oh! Or Enceladus! That would be sooo chill.” He giggled to himself. “Get it? Because it’s frozen?”
“I. Get. The. Joke.” I said through gritted teeth.
“Come on man, we could be there in like three weeks. Take a little pit spot on Titan since you clearly are against Enceladus for some reason. We could just a day, maybe two, then burn hard back for Earth. We’d lose what, like 5 days? That’s noooothin’ man.”
It would be cool to see Titan, the only moon with a substantial atmosphere, and the only other place besides Earth that had rivers and oceans.
“Think about it bro, we could catch some like, Titan fish. How long has it been since we’ve had fish?”
“A long, long time.” I said, my mouth watering at the thought of food that wasn’t in slushie form.
I shook my head, snapping myself out of it. “We can’t go to Titan, John. NASA would be pissed. We need to get back to Earth.”
John rolled his eyes. “You’re always so worried about what they’ll think. Oh, NASA wouldn’t like that. Oh, NASA wouldn’t approve of that. No John, we can’t have any fun because the fun police at NASA would be upset. Boohoo. Screw NASA. Let’s have some FUN!”
I had to chuckle at that. While I didn’t have the same rebellious streak as John did, I certainly got annoyed at all the rules and regulations we had to follow daily from NASA when it had been years since we had last heard from them.
“So, whadda think? Titan adventure?” John was looking at me with his best winning smile.
I sighed, “no, John. No Titan adventures. The only way we could possibly detour would be if we got a distress call, which is impossible since no one lives on Titan or has ever gone to Titan.”
John groaned his disapproval for my staunch commitment to the unbendable and boring rules of NASA and went back to throwing his ball.
I felt bad, he seemed really excited about Titan. And I had to admit, it was an exciting idea. But there was no way we could justify to NASA detouring to go to Titan. Our mission was clear, get back to Earth as fast as possible.
I stared at my control panel trying to remember what I had been working on.
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“PING. PING. PING.”
“Brosef, wake up man! Wake up!”
I bolted up out of my seat, or I tried to. My shoulders ached from where the seat restraints pulled against me in my failed attempt to stand up.
“Wow that hurts. Every time man I swear to God one of these days, I’m going to cut these restraints out of the seat.”
John chuckled, “yeah you sure do that a lot.” He was sitting back in the copilot chair with his feet up on the control panel.
“What is that pinging? And why were you yelling at me?”
John sat upright, “oh right! Dude, you’ll never believe what happened.”
He sat in silence, on the edge of his seat.
“What, John?”
“John? Hello?” He let out a laugh, “sorry, had to build suspense. This is truly, epic.”
He got up and pointed at the control panel. “We got a distress signal from Titan, bro!”
I jumped out of my seat; this time having taken my restraints off beforehand. I ran over to the control panel and checked.
Sure enough, there it was. A distress beacon coming from Titan. I typed out a few commands asking the computer to recheck the signals origin. The computer confirmed it was correct. There was a distress beacon coming from Titan.
John was jumping up and down chanting, “We’re going to Titan, we’re going to Titan. Who’s going to Titan? We’re going to Titan!”
A feeling of dread crept up from the floor, enveloping me. I slowly turned and looked up at him.
“John… You didn’t do this, did you?”
He stopped jumping and stared at me, confused. “What? What are you talking about brosef?”
The gears in my mind started turning as I tried to put the fear into words.
“You wanted to go to Titan, insisted we go. I tell you the only way we can go is if we get a distress call, and now, we get a distress call from Titan.”
“Woaaah woah woah. WOAH.” He spattered, throwing his arms up in the air. “I’m gonna stop you right there broheim.”
Broheim, that was a new one. I kind of liked it, at least compared to brosef.
“If you think for one second that I CAUSED a distress signal from Titan just to get us to go there, you’re crazy.”
“Well, how do you explain this?” My feeling of dread was solidifying into anger.
“Dude, listen to yourself. I can’t cause a distress signal. How would I even do that? For one, I’d have to somehow control something on titan to tell it to emit a distress signal. Let’s dig into that. One, THERE’S NOTHING ON TITAN BUT WATER AND DIRT.”
“You could have sent down a probe to beacon back” I said, scrambling for potential ways he could have betrayed me.
He gave me an exhausted eye roll. “Check the logs bro, check the probe bays. There are no probes launched, no probes missing.”
I pulled up the probe inventory on the control panel, he was right. All our remaining probes were accounted for.
“Fine, all the probes are there.”
He gave me a proud eyebrow raise and puffed out his chest. “Seeee? And secondly, and I feel like I shouldn’t have to emphasize this but apparently I do because you’ve clearly gone crazy.”
He bent down to be eye level with me in my chair, “I’M IMAGINARY.”
Huh. He had me there.
I closed my eyes, trying to think. He didn’t send a probe, nothing existed on Titan for him to hack into to send the distress signal. Was this just one big coincidence?
I pulled up the communications buffer, the only other thing I could think of. There were no new messages sent by us.
“Well now what?” I asked him.
“It’s so simple bromigo. We go to Titan, rescue whoever is down there. Bring them back to Earth and become National, nay, International, nay again, PLANETARY heroes. I’m going to start writing my acceptance speech.”
I had to laugh at that. Planetary heroes did sound pretty awesome.
I turned in my chair toward the control panel. “I’m going to ask NASA what to do.”
John groaned a deep, frustrated groan. He pinched the bridge of his nose and said, “Dude, you can’t wait around for NASA. It’s going to take months for them to answer, maybe even years with all the hemming and hawing they do at any tiny decision, let alone the transmission time between us and them. Like you said the other day, we can’t delay.”
I frowned. He certainly had a point. “I’m going to send them a message telling them what we’re doing, but you’re right. We’ll have to do this on our own.”
He rolled his eyes, “if you must, but I think it’s going to be a bigger headache than it’s worth bromigo.”
I stared at him, “how could we possibly explain to NASA where we found a few extra astronauts when we get back to Earth? Oh yeah don’t mind them, we just picked up a few hitchhikers on the way back home.”
John laughed at that, “yeah that would be pretty hilarious.”
I began typing up a message to NASA. “This is the Celestial Pathfinder”, “that’s such a cool name,” John whispered to me. I waved my hand at him to be quiet.
“We have received a distress signal from the surface of Titan. While we know it is urgent for us to return to Earth as quickly as possible, we’re going to investigate. I can’t in good conscious leave another astronaut stranded out here, and the round-trip communication time is too long for us to wait for a reply from you. Be advised we may be returning to Earth with extra passengers. Celestial Pathfinder out.”
John nodded his approval, “very diplomatic of you bro.” He raised out a fist for me to bump and I obliged.
Now, how do we get to the surface of Titan.

CW: possible sexual harassment from regular customer
So this customer is a regular, and I am a employee that tends to be very friendly to all customers and strive to be very kind to everyone that walks into the store. I feel like maybe I'm being too friendly. I just don't like being mean, I have a people pleasing problem.
There is a man that comes in the store who is between 60 to 70 years old and I'm 29 years old. He is a regular customer he comes at least three times a week. He frequently buys alcohol, and does returnables. Meaning returns recyclables, here in Michigan where you can return your cans of soda or beer for 10 cents.
He is really creepy, he constantly comes up to me and chats with me and frequently asks me if I have a boyfriend or a husband and says he would love to date me. It is very uncomfortable and a lot of the times I just laugh it off and I just say to him I Don't Need No Man lol. Then the questions get progressively creepier like "what size underwear do you wear and I should get you drunk and you should come to my house."
I am very uncomfortable to tell him how I feel because he is a regular and I don't want to make anyone feel bad because like I said I'm a people pleaser, and I don't like to upset anyone. However it's very uncomfortable. I did let him know I do have a girlfriend and it did seem to shock him but those uncomfortable questions seem to continue. Why do old people sexually harass young retail workers for? Do they have nothing better to do with their lives?

Hello /AnimeFigures!
I'm selling a part of my collection since i'm running out of space. Details are listed below. Photo.
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figure	price (USD)	condition
Original - Creator's Collection - Twintail-chan - 1/6 (Native, Rocket Boy)	220	New (Sealed) with postcard
Shin Seiki Evangelion - Souryuu Asuka Langley - 1/7 - Ver. Radio Eva (Hobby Max)	100	Unboxed to check contents
Shin Seiki Evangelion - Ayanami Rei - 1/7 - Ver. Radio Eva (Hobby Max)	100	Barely displayed for a few weeks
Boku no Hero Academia - Toga Himiko - 1/7 - Villain (Spiritale, Wing)	190	New (Sealed)

My MFC is linked to view past seller feedback and such. All boxes/figures are stored/displayed away from sunlight in a cool, air conditioned space, smoke free and pet free. I am located in Toronto, Canada, and pickups are welcome. Shipping within north america should be decently cheap. If you buy multiple figures I can offer a discount!

Cavanaugh's Thawne season 1 performance has never been topped, but the only one that has even close is Matt's in LoT s2 and Flash s3. So this is how they should have done the Reverse Flash charecter.

1. Thawne should not have been seen after S1 for some time besides Flashpoint, no Thawne manipulating Nora or Thawne trying to figure out what time period the flash is from.
2. At around season 6, with competent writers hopefully they would do a Thawne origin story. Show Thawne and why he wanted to get home so bad (which was ignored later.) Show the people who he cared about that he told Joe and to be honest, make him have a somewhat sympathetic backstory. If you look at Thawne in season1 he doesn't seem as someone just needlessly cruel, and he even doubts who was right, him or barry. That means that he feels he has been wronged.
3. Keep his origin of wanting to be the flash, my idea is something from the comics like he stages crimes so he can be the hero and the flash. He's from a very well known family and a genius, but its not enough, he wants to be greater (akin to his speach to ray). He stages the crimes so he can be the flash. Barry comes to the future and might even think that he can change Thawne, trains him a bit and then realizes this and exposes Thawne to the world. Now Thawne has lost everything he had, ruined the reputation of the Thawne family, and now the world looks on him with disdain. His goal should have been to create a future without the flash.
4. Now after s6, have Thawne return maybe not as the main villian but in prominent roles throughout s6-s8. But Thawne's beef should never be with Barry Allen but with the Flash.
5. Season 9, Thawne should have learned Barry's name, then because of this been able to actually devestate Barry's life. Like kill someone close to him again, and then have an emotional battle with Barry while he tries to kill the Flash so he can return loved, appreciated, and have his friends and family look up to him again. Have him fail and then you can to 9x10.

Much better story that is more in line with s1 then whatever they did with my boy.