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Once upon at time in America, you could go to sleep at night with your home doors unlocked. This was also a time in America when if you where non-white and committed a crime no matter how minor hanging was an option.
Once upon a time in America families could survive on one income.
That allowed for, the all-important adult supervision in a child’s developmental years.
Once upon a time in America learning a trade, getting a degree, and opening a business was a viable option to strive for. This was before Tech. dominated every aspect of our lives. Now, top paid influencer is a real goal.
Organized shoplifting is not a new phenomenon, what is new however are the sheer number of todays youth willing to participate in this activity.
As more store closures are announced across the nation, the more you hear about the billions being lost as a result of Organized Shop Lifting, the retail industry as well as the American shopper must realize these truths.
Gone are the times when respect for property was a thing. Gone are the times where the need for the brick-and-mortar store is realized as a need.
This trend began when criminals realized, children can commit crimes, go into rehab and six months later work for you again.
This trend became more noticeable with the birth of the Big Box stores. Over time Criminals realized, snatch and grab could be a new alternative income at these stores.
Then there are the Department store and Fashion influencer baiters. Yes, these are the stores with the flashy ad’s they claim are not directed at our youth, yet they pay the influencer’s, that today’s youth are trying to emulate.
Criminals have realized that today’s socially isolated, social media youth, will do almost anything to obtain that most liked status.
On the legal side what have we done to stop this trend, except yell blame at Mental Health to the wind.
Once upon a time in America, there were only three television stations.

Hello Disney enthusiasts!
Last year I took my 2 YO to Disneyland and despite not being able to ride some of the big hitters, he had a great time and the wait times, and number of outages were acceptable, I was pregnant and didn’t get to ride much.
We wanted to go back this year, he is now tall enough to ride so many more rides, & I’m excited for myself too.
I’ve noticed in the last year many more posts about outages and increasing wait times, and wondering if we should wait to visit, we were planning on visiting over Halloween and coming from Northern California, so not a cross country visit.
But maybe the outages are normal and it’s the luck of the draw?
Just want to make sure we are able to experience the parks in our three days there.

Foreword:
Hi everyone! This is a continuation piece of my previous work (might probably will turn this into a series/proper universe down the line), however reading it isn't necessary for understanding this story.
Any and all criticism is welcome. Hope you'll like it!
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For captain Gryio, it was a pretty uneventful afternoon shift aboard his mining ship, prospecting beyond the Imperial border. He was looking outside into the void from his cabin, watching automated drones bring asteroids full of rare metals into his ship's belly, when his comms officer, Lila, walked in on him with a datapad. She explained to him that they captured a transmission on the short range public interstellar channel. Curiously, the transmission came not from within the Imperial border, but from without. It seemed navy in origin and simply read: "To anyone who hears this message, forward it whole to the nearest Imperial ship or station as fast as possible. The reward for the first person to do so will be 100 thousand Imperial crowns." What followed was about a minute of what seemed to be static. Gryio, a former navy officer, recognized in it a classified message that was encrypted, so no one without the proper software would be able to read what it says. Navy messages coming from beyond the border usually meant pirates, however pirate warnings were always without any encryption. Thinking he would rather get the money than rummage through classified navy business, he ordered his comms officer to retransmit it to the nearest Imperial border outpost. What he didn't know was that the transmission would end up being sent to two locations. As it turns out, the comms officer made a deal some time ago. A mysterious individual aproached Lila with an offer. He would pay for her father's surgery if she gave him a valuable piece of information about the Imperium's actions on the frontier. A desperate sounding encrypted Imperial navy broadcast was sure to be worth more than fixing up an old man's heart, she thought.
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Some time later, at the Imperial navy HQ, located at the Imperial capital, the message caused quite a lot of upheaval. It said that the 16th Imperial exploration fleet made violent first contact with a newly discovered intelligent race.
The fleet's commander, a young prince of the Heyduk kingdom, decided that the smartest thing to do was to conduct a raid on the species' planet, the Earth, hoping to prove himself as a warrior, this attempt ending when an explosion took of his leg and forearm. The species', the Humans they call themselves, military then managed to push back the Imperial marines to their original landing site and forced them to evacuate to their voidships. They left with heavy casualties, with several of their landing craft being shot down as they attempted to fly to orbit. The prince, before being put into an artificialy induced coma to help him heal, then called for reinforcements directly to his father, the king, using a genetically matched long range transmitter that only he could use. His second-in-command then ordered a retreat behind the moon of the Earth. A lone SIGINT vessel, the Poltergeist, was then ordered to return back to Earth's orbit to monitor any attempt by the Humans to shoot back at the Imperial ships. After not hearing from the vessel for half a day, they decided to peak from the dark side of the moon to establish visual contact. When they saw the Poltergeist's wreck entering the Earths' atmosphere, the crew presumed dead and entombed within the ship, they decided to call for help properly. With his most powerful antenna destroyed and the second one being unusable by anyone except a half dead aristocrat, the second-in-command used the public channel, desperately hoping that anyone would listen and retransmit.
One of the officers present then cared to check the Imperial navy Central Information System, and sure enough, a small military transport fleet of the Heyduk navy just left port, with their stated destination being a system on the edge of Imperial space close to the newly discovered Earth. The fleet was ordered back home. The young prince broke both Imperial and Common Galactic law by initiating first contact violently without provocation and considering the already shaky relationship between the Imperium and the the Galactic Alliance and the prince being, ultimately, an Imperial officer, the prospects for a quiet resolution weren't good. Someone finally ushered the words: "The Emperor should know about this."
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On a port orbiting a world far away from the Imperial capital, Hako Undu was at a bar, drinking, when his datapad got a notification. It was a message from the local company handling interstellar comms that he got a message. He payed for his drink and left for the nearest message kiosk. He downloaded the message without looking at it and went to his apartment. Once there he opened it. "Hope it's enough. Lila," read the message. He recognised the name as a girl he managed to strike a deal with. It also had an attachment. The attachment was an audio file, with a voice ordering the listener to retransmit it to the nearest Imperial forces and a minute of static. Hako walked to one of the cabinets in his apartment and moved it away, revealing a safe. He entered the passcode and opened the safe. Hako pulled a small box out from it. He connected his datapad to the box and ran the program that was installed on it. This decryption computer wasn't as powerful as the one they had back at the Bureau, but it should give him an idea if the message was worth passing on.
Once the box finished it's work to the best of it's ability, Hako played the now deciphered message. Not everything was intelligible, he didn't expect it to be, however with every passing second he wanted to hear more. An Imperial aristocrat and officer, initating first contact violently without provocation, wounded and forced to retreat with heavy casualties? He even heard something about a Poltergeist burning up in atmo. Hako had to stop himself from audibly laughing. Considering the events of the last few years, he found himself with the key that the Bureau, and by extension the Alliance, can use to push back against the ever more audacious Imperials. He put the box back into the safe, locked the safe and put the cabinet back in it's place. Then he walked to the ugly part of the station, the part where you can find a guy that does illegal interstellar transmissions that can't be tracked back to their origin. Once he had done his business there, he went to his bank, where he made a transfer of several thousand Imperial crowns to a bank account whose details he had memorized a long ago. "The lass struck gold while literally prospecting for gold," he thought as he signed the transfer papers, smirking to himself.
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The Imperial palace was usually quiet this time of day. Today, howerer, a visitor is causing ruckus. His uniform would tell you that he is from the Imperial Intelligence Agency, First Contact Detachment. They are the guys making sure that any first contact goes down in accordance with the Imperial and Common Galactic law while gathering intelligence on the contacted species and, most importantly, that nobody messes anything up. And boy did they mess up this time. When his superiors knocked on his door with the top secret preliminary report about the whole Earth situation, he was suprised that anyone would entrust him with intel that highly classified. Then they told him that he would be presenting the whole ordeal to the Emperor in 2 and a half hours. Before he had time to ask any questions, they shut the door behind them after wishing good luck. They probably wanted to safeguard themselves, shifting blame to a lower ranking agent if anything more went wrong. He then studied the report, memorizing the most important event, numbers, names and the general timeline. When he was done with his studies, the transport to the Imperial palace was already waiting. He double timed it through the palace, stopping before the Emperors study. A servant opened the door and our agent walked exactly three steps into the room before kneeling, as the protocol required. The Emperor then spoke to him: "Rise. I am expecting you agent. But before we begin, please tell me your name." "I am lieutenant Coje Wetr of the Imperial Intelligence Agency, First Contact Detachment, my lord" said our agent. "Good, lieutenant, good. Please, take a seat, and begin"
The whole presentation took about three quarters of an hour, with the Emperor asking supplementary questions for about half an hour more. Coje noticed that the Emperor was slowly turning more agitated, however he managed to hide it well, but not so well that a trained intelligence officer wouldn't notice.
"The Hayduk king, a fool that has even more foolish children. I should have never given his son the commision, but it's too late for regret. The question is, agent, what do we do about it? We pushed against the Alliance, and it looks like the universe pushed back for them. If they find out what happened, they might be emboldened to consider economic or even military action, and we have no chance of quick and decisive victory against the whole Alliance at once, the best we could hope for is a slow battle of attrition, either of the military or economic kind. Do they even know about these so called Humans?" spoke the Emperor with a severity that he reserved for only the most difficult circumstances
Coje replied: "The exploration vessel that originally found them was civilian, meaning they presumably spread the word at the first opportunity they had. Being the first to identify a new intelligent species is a rare thing these days and such a discovery would bring them a lot of fame. But, considering the location of this Earth, everyone probably thinks that initiating first contact themselves isn't worth travelling through the whole Imperium, so they presume that we will be the ones to do the honors. However, this is just conjecture based on the limited information we have available. As far as i know, an exploration fleet from one of the Alliance nations could be asking for permission to travel through our Imperium to this new world right now."
The Emperor thought for a while, then motioned for the agent to come to him. He whispered: "Then we have to be fast. I want you to make sure that the expedition to Earth never happened. Make sure that nobody ever mentions that an Imperial exploration fleet made it to that system. Bribe, imprison or kill anyone that doesn't cooperate willingly. Purge records and falsify new ones when needed. We must convince the galaxy that the fleet that attacked that planet were pirates, or renegades, or mercenaries, or deserters, just that it wasn't us. Now, go home, relax and sleep well. Tomorrow morning, a courier will deliver an Emperor's charter to you permitting you to use any and all resources that you might need in fulfilling your mission. You are also immediately promoted to major, so that your colleagues take you more seriously. I expect regular updates on your progress. You may now go, Major Wetr. Good night, and good luck. The future of the Imperium sits on your shoulders."
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The headquarters of the Galactic Alliance Intelligence Bureau is naturally one of the most secretive places in the galaxy. That is even before you enter the eastern building's cellar. Within it is a security guard that usually hangs out near one specific briefing room present there. The odd thing about this room is that it seems to never gets used. If you say the right thing to him, he places his ID card on top of the speaker's table, revealing a secret elevator. Ride the elevator down, and welcome to the top secret Directorate "J" of the Bureau, a whole department dedicated to gathering intelligence on the Imperium, buried under enough concrete to withstand nuclear bombardment. Now it's time to pass through a dozen biometrics checks to make sure it's truly you.
The Directorate is filled with the best and brightest intelligence officers the Alliance produces. But it wasn't always like this. Two decades ago, Directorate "J" was seen as the most useless of the bunch. The only meaningful intel they produced back then was finding about lower then expected productivity on an agri-world a few weeks before it became public knowledge and other similar matters. The "Jokers", they started to be called. But then, a new Emperor came to the throne, more ambitious then the previous one. Suddenly, ships and stations on the border between the Imperium and Galactic Alliance started going missing, their crews and passengers missing or dead. At first, these were attributed to pirates and renegades, however as time went on, more and more evidence came out pointing at fact that these attacks were to well coordinated to be random bands of pirates. Things started pointing at a more organised force. Once the probability of the Imperium being directly involved reached "maybe", all of Directorate "J"s activities were marked Top Secret/Need to know only and every current and former member was persuaded to never talk about anything they did as agents of the Bureau. With the Imperium's recent hawkish policies againts a species not yet in the Alliance, the pressure to find something that the politicians could act upon. Considering that the Imperium exports a lot of it's raw resources to the Alliance, and also does a lot of it's manufacturing, no action could be taken unless concrete evidence of the Imperium's transgressions could be presented.
A message was received by the Bureau. The encrypted code at the beginning identified the agent from whom the message came, and the letter "J" signaled which Directorate it should go to. The agent receiving the message 250 meters underground listened to it. She then notified her supervisor, he then notified his superior. In about 20 minutes, every Directorate higher up present was listening to it in the Director's office. Someone shed a happy tear and declared: "We got them boys and girls, we got them!"

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SUBJECT-DESIGNATION: Admiral Marcus Miller
LOCATION: Earthen Orbit, Atlantic Citadel
DATE: EARTH-TIME [Wednesday, August 23, 2186]
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I stood above Earth, gazing down upon her bright blue brilliance from the comfort of my personal quarters.
It was odd to think that just five hundred years ago, humanity had been scared of the darkness that lingered at the forest’s edge. I couldn’t imagine that those born during that time could have ever imagined the heights which we would rise to. My only hope was that our vast distance from the ground of primitivity wouldn’t lead to a devastating fall.
Already it felt like a lifetime ago that my crew and I had braved our own dark forest—the endless expanse of space beyond our system’s heliopause. Now we knew of the devils that rested at the edge of those shadows. The fires of Sol and the shield of our Oort cloud were all that now stood between us and them. At least in the process of our journey, we had met another group of weary travelers. We now knew that we were not alone.
The reaction to our discovery of the Khimrox—or perhaps their discovery of us—had actually gone over quite well with the global population, though some fringe groups chose to remain skeptical for reasons I couldn’t fathom.
Following the acceptance of the Khimroxian people as refugees, I was rather quickly promoted to the position of admiral. Despite it being an honorary title for the time-being, it was one that I wore with pride. Besides, considering how things were currently going among the leadership of the UEN, it was my guess that we would soon need all of the fleet commanders we could get.
Being separated from my crew though, it was certainly an ordeal. For over a year, we had trained and prepared for our journey aboard the Challenger, all the while forming a strong bond—the bond of a crew. It was them who had kept my mind from plunging into the hopeless darkness that threatened to envelop my mind back aboard the ruined wreck of our exploratory vessel.
Liz and Garth had been reassigned to finally fulfill their true calling as biologists. Together, they dove head-first into in-depth studies of Khimroxian anatomy and physiology. Sid had opted to assist in the deconstruction of the Ignis, allowing its analysis by a team of scientists that included Lee. As far as I was aware, they had so far produced staggeringly impressive results in regards to potential military applications. Jake was probably the wisest among us, choosing to enter an early retirement, which I quite honestly considered the smartest move. Each member of the Challenger had essentially become an influential celebrity overnight. If any of us chose to, we wouldn’t need to work another day in our lives.
Nia had taken an extended leave of absence following our return and chose to take up temporary residence within the Khimrox colony. Darius was perhaps the only one that had stuck with me. Due to my request, he was to be the chief navigational officer of a brand new fleet that had been promised to me—an experimental UEN fleet by the name of Vengeant Dawn.
Though word hadn’t yet officially been released, some part of me could sense the storm approaching on the horizon. War was coming. The only questions that remained were when and how it would be waged, one of which we were currently working to answer.
Some remained skeptical, but me, I had been waiting since the day I first heard of that wretched name, the one which hid behind a thin and lustrous coat. They would pay in blood for what they had done to our Khimroxian friends and to all of the scion species that they considered beneath them.
Speaking of those pricks… I turned from the window to look back at the objects of interest.
We had already begun to install improvements and replacements for our own technology from what we had researched so far. The holo-table of my room was one such improvement.
Atop it, hovered three ire-inspiring figures—the bastards of the Orion Arm.
One was what looked to be a molluscoid. Twelve long and winding tentacles stretched from its body. The creature’s skin could possess a wide variety of colors, but this one took on a dark shade of blue. Atop its head—or back, I still wasn’t entirely sure—was a large circular shell that spiraled backwards. The shell itself was fairly reminiscent of an ammonite, with the notable exception of its golden sheen. A green pair of eyes with slitted black pupils could be found at either side of its face. At the end of each of its limbs were a strange bunch of contraptions that were barely recognizable as the manipulators they were. To support its spineless body—and perhaps its brazen cowardice—was an exoskeleton which covered the length of its tentacles, allowing it to rise to an ironically respectable height. The Dodektopi.
The second was a shape that made no sense according to what little we apparently knew regarding the formation of life. The figure of flames was somewhat humanoid in shape, but distinct enough to separate it from ourselves. A frenzy of dancing plasma licked across the surface of its shape, occasionally whipping out from its body in flares of solar activity. Centered within the fiery specter’s face was an unfamiliar symbol forged out of a sleek black metal that did not burn with the being’s body. Its hands and feet that connected the body were made of similar steel and seemed to hold the shape together with the help of the head. The Novari.
Last but most certainly not least was a chillingly familiar shape. It was an ancient and terrible legend made manifest. The draconic figure before me bore ebony-black scales. A wicked pair of gold curling horns rose from the tyrant’s skull, covered in rings of that black metal that wrapped around them. Cryptic runes—whose mere existence denoted their ancient nature—were etched into the bone of these very same horns. Surrounding its head were countless quills that reached back behind the skull. From its oddly placed back pair of shoulders sprouted leathery wings that curled around the body, nearly encircling it in a hug. A long tail whose spiked end was covered in yet more of those sleek black rings fell behind them. The creature wore nothing more than a red ornamented kilt, bearing the same symbols as those etched upon its body across the sashes which held it in place. Its imposing physique was proudly put on display and an amber pair of greedy eyes rested behind its black maw of terrible teeth.
At the second and frontward pair of stubby shoulders, a shimmering pair of auric arms, engraved with yet more of those runes. I could have recognized their design anywhere. They bore an uncanny similarity with those utilized by our Khimrox friends. The three primary differences between those of them and those that belong to our friends were the sheer quality of the design, the notable exception of their shimmering sheen and their lethal talons that had been sharpened to a shining point. The Aeryvyn.
The terrible triumvirate mocked me with their mere presence, but I couldn’t tear them away from my sight. It’s fortunate that something else did it for me.
A ping that rained from the speakers in my ceiling heralded the incoming message. “All UEN personnel with alpha clearance please report to the briefing room.” Two more times, the soft and purposefully inoffensive voice repeated itself.
With a sigh, I shut off the display and marched to don the new garb that matched my position. When my door slid open, I saw several others stride through the long hall of yet more doors that matched my own.
The familiar scent of ozone had been a relief following the unnaturally clean air of the Ignis. That ship was no longer the home of the Khimroxian refugees, so I had little care for its continued existence. By now, it was a skeleton of alien alloys.
Our straight, gray walls and steel-vented floors were showered in warm light. Compared to the Ignis where the too-white surface where wall and floor blended together, the scenic viewing ports and recognizable craftsmanship felt like the warm embrace of a long-lost friend.
Speaking of friends, I wonder if I’ll see Saffan. Weeks had passed now since I last saw the captain-ambassador. His new position ensured this was so.
A stream of gray-coated senior staff flowed through the doors to the briefing room. At the entrance, a full complement of soldiers outfitted with Styx suits stood guard. That generation of armor would soon be outdated in comparison to the schematics I had seen prepared.
My heart warmed involuntarily as I entered the room. Saffan’s bright eyes of perpetual wideness stared back at me. I shouldered my way through the convening crowds of admirals. Each spoke with a weight of self-importance that I couldn’t have cared less for.
When I finally reached him he called my name. “Marcus!” The captain extended a hand. Wait, what? I wasn’t sure whether to be more confused by his use of the gesture or his new set of arms. They were admittedly simple compared to the prior pair and they were coated with a blue shine that matched his eyes. The digits no longer took the shape of those reptilian claws, instead forming an approximation of human fingers.
The hands locked perfectly with my own. “Saffan, good to see you again. How are things going?”
“Wonderfully. Though I must say, you humans seem to have more countries than you know what to do with.” Saffan folded his arms. “I’ve visited thirteen nations already and I still have over a hundred that have sent me visitation invitations.”
A scoff escaped my throat. “Yeah, that’s us for you. Needlessly overcomplicated.”
I took a step forward and placed a hand on a brilliant blue arm. “And these! When did you get these?” Saffan practically beamed at my inquiry.
“Elizabeth and Garth actually helped design them! They’re exceptionally lightweight compared to my last pair and they can fold to not hinder flight.” As he said this, the two artificial limbs pressed up against his body as he fully folded his wings in a similar manner. With both arms and wings folded, he would have looked like a great horned owl if not for the obvious discrepancies of his size, his horned head and the swirling patterns that covered his wings.
“That’s enough about me though, how have you been? What have you been up to?”
“Ah, not much,” I said, rubbing the back of my head. “Paid the family a visit a week back for the first time since the Challenger. For the most part though, I've been training on the battle sims these last few weeks. If I’m to be an admiral, may as well try to play the part.” Saffan slowly nodded. I got the feeling that he too sensed the approaching storm.
“This family of yours, I’d love to meet them some time.”
“Oh, I’m sure they’d love to meet you I…”
“Attention!” The stern sound cut me off. The rippling chorus of speech died down almost immediately as the call demanded our undivided focus. I could’ve recognized that voice anywhere.
“Thank you for joining me, my friends.”
“You’re a smart bunch of people, so I’m sure you’ve gotten the sense for what’s been going on by now.” Redd took a deep sigh and looked around the room at the entirety of the UEN navy’s command structure.
“Ever since the Khimroxians arrived, we’ve been faced with a choice—a choice that must not be taken lightly.” The captain turned our way and gave Saffan a nod.
“When the brave souls aboard the Ignis saved the crew of the Challenger, they showed the true character of their people. They were faced with hard decisions—for our people and theirs—but they chose to push forward and in so doing, saved not only the lives of those aboard the Challenger, but all of Earth from falling subject to their lords. After due deliberation with the council-members of the United Earthen Nations, we have decided to follow in the footsteps of our friends and take such a risk.”
“As of right now, we are at war with the Alliance of the Aurum Arm.” The room fell into deafening silence.
“Each member-state of the UEN will alert their people in due time, but for the moment, not a single word heard within this meeting must be uttered outside of this room.”
Admiral Sturm, the very man who had been my commander not all that long ago, spoke up. “With all due respect, Director, we don’t have the means to wage such a conflict.”
“That's why we’ll create the means. For once, I’m glad to say something good came out of the Kuiper War.” This derived a few nervous laughs from the audience. “With the production facilities appropriated from the (x corporation), and with a few adjustments, we have the potential to create the most powerful fleet of human-made ships to ever enter space.”
“Unfortunately however, we do not have the means to reproduce the white hole drives utilized by the Aurum vessels, or even the dark matter used to stabilize the damned things.”
“Saffan, this is where you and your people will come in. If we are to stand a chance of waging war on such a scale, we will need intelligence and lots of it.”
“As difficult as it may be, we need information; without it, we’re dead in the vacuum of space. We will need volunteers to go behind enemy lines and retrieve plans, schematics, layouts, anything that we can get a hold of that may provide us an advantage both strategically and technologically. Would your people be willing to go to such lengths?”
All eyes in the room turned to the ambassador-captain. “I—I don’t know. I will consult with them, but do I have your permission to speak freely about what you have told me?”
The aging man rubbed his orange-brown beard. “Yes. Yes that would probably be for the best wouldn’t it. Very well, just do your best not to allow it to reach other ears.”
“Yes sir.”
“As for the rest of you, allow me to detail the plan we have so far.”
“Though most of the security council members are not tacticians, they have agreed to the plan that I and a few of my most trusted consultants have prepared. Right now, the nearest sector with a habitable planet is known as Mortamis. This was the last jump point for the Ignis before it intercepted our distress signal. The tentative plan is to begin our expansion across their territory with the capture of this world to act as the staging grounds of our forces. However, until we receive more information regarding the exact layout of their defenses, we cannot commit to such an invasion.”
“From there, we will split up the UEN fleets into separate groups across the Orion arm and take out these tyrants by bleeding them of their most precious resource. Scions. Every world we take is an addition to our numbers, our production capacity, and our ability to fight.”
“Our end-goal is to capture the planet-capital of the alliance, Petris, and demand liberation of all species under control of the Aurum Alliance.“
“We do have a few major concerns however. According to the information provided to us by the Khimrox, a majority of Aurum vessels contain some form of scionic crew complement. Under no circumstances unless express consent is given by the command admiral of the fleet are we to attack a vessel with the intent of destroying it. We must first weaken and disable the ship’s defensive systems before boarding and liberating the captives.”
“I know that this flies in the face of all conventional battle tactics, but this is no conventional enemy that we’re fighting here. If we do not adapt, we will fail and all of humanity will be forced into scionship.”
“Keep in mind, this is a very brief version of our prepared plan. Each and every aspect of it is subject to change. We will discuss this in further detail later, but for now, that is all. Any further questions?” Once again, silence. “Very well then. This council session is now adjourned.”
Other than the shuffling of feet exiting, all was silent. We had known it was coming, but to hear it confirmed…
“Marcus.” The director approached, placing a heavy hand on my shoulder. “Go ahead and join Ambassador Aeax, why don’t you? Might help some of those Khimrox to see a human face that they’re familiar with.”
With a snappy salute, I responded with, “Yes sir.” His words were certainly a surprise, but a chance to join the Khimrox that had saved us was not one I would pass up easily. He may as well have just given me a week of leave considering the excitement that bubbled up within me.
Together, I and Saffan made our way to a nearby shuttle bay headed directly to the Khimroxian colony. Surprisingly, I hadn’t yet paid a visit to the settlement placed within the province of Hunan, but I had seen some images on several media platforms.
The trip was a quick one. Our transport plunged into the atmosphere, kicking up flames all around the outside of the cabin. Soon enough though, the flames of our descent died out and were replaced by the darkness of night.
Even with the slight turbulence, Saffan seemed deep in thought as his eyes stared at nothing in particular.
“Hey, you good?”
That seemed to snap him out of it. “Wha—oh yes, sorry.” A look of focus still remained on his face. For a moment, he continued in his silence before posing a question. “What if my people decide not to volunteer? This entire plan could fall through in an instant.”
“You don’t give your people enough credit, my feathered friend.” Saffan gave me a narrow-eyed look before letting out a cluck of a chuckle. “Redd was right in what he said. I’m sure your people will make the best choice for all of us.”
“For both our sakes, I can only hope that you’re right.”
Our Harpy gently sailed over mountains and treetops, slowly sinking to a stop within a secluded area of trees that were foreign to me.
Only I and Saffan left from the Harpy’s bay and stepped off onto the tarmac. Behind us, the cargo-door closed with a hiss. As we stepped out from underneath our cover, light droplets of water pattered against my skin.
Seconds later, the Harpy’s thrusters kicked in and the ship took flight. The heavy hum and glow of burning hydrogen accompanied the bird as it flew away. In mere moments, it was gone, though the distant boom of it breaking the sound barrier was audible enough.
Looking around, I saw a few of my fellow men and women unloading supplies from a parked Harpy onto a militarily designed transport truck. Dimly lit orange lamps shone down and around us, illuminating nearby hangar bays with their closed doors and rounded ceilings of corrugated metal.
“Let’s get going. I’m sure you don’t want to stay in the rain long.” The rain was enough to notice, but it wasn’t unpleasant. I gave a brief nod and we set off on the nearby road.
Though clouds of rain covered us, the light of the moon joined us as we walked to the village. The setup looked pretty standard from what I knew of modular UEN architecture. It was clear however that great care had been put into its construction. The rain kept most of the residents indoors for the time being, but through the windows of nearby buildings, I saw the illuminated interiors of cozy hostels where families and friends gathered together.
We passed another Khimrox while wading through the rain—one who held its head and horns high, walking with a cheery gait despite the gloomy weather. Compared to the stale and oppressive atmosphere aboard the Ignis, the settlement brimmed with life, even amidst the darkness of both night and storms.
Saffan led me forward to a quaint home with a metal awning that covered the railed porch. We walked up the steps and Saffan rapped on the door with his cobalt colored knuckles.
I hoped for Nia’s sake that her time away from the military had treated her well. Lord knows she deserved some respite. The door opened and Nia's face peeked out to greet us. “Saffan! Marcus! What are you two doing here?”
Saffan answered as I silently sat by. “Oh we were just passing through. Thought it might be a good idea to stop and pay you a visit.”
“Well don’t make yourself strangers. Come on in!” Saffan sat behind as I walked forward and gave his whole body a shake. Droplets flew from his body and slid off his slick feathers.
The home was a simple one, consisting of a main living room joined together with a kitchen. In the back of the home was a short hall leading to a middle door that stood between a pair of two others. In the living room, perched Tokieran, the same physician who had plunged into my mind to extract our language.
Immediately, he rose from where he rested and turned to face Saffan, “Captain!”
“Can’t be a captain without a ship, Toki.” The former captain waved away the words with a hand. “Saffan will do.”
“Oh. Uh, well, it's good to see you again, Saffan.”
“Likewise my friend. I’m certain you haven’t seen much of me considering your position during our time on the Ignis. It’s a shame we didn’t brush wings more often. You seem like a fine fellow.”
As the two avians got to talking, Nia gave me a light punch on the shoulder. “So, how’ve things been going for you admiral?” It was at this moment that I realized I was still in full military dress. Rather sheepishly, I pulled the hat from my head.
“Fine.” I muttered “You?”
A smile met her face. “Best I’ve felt since I enlisted.” She gave a look towards the two conversing Khimroxians. “It's still hard to believe any of this is real sometimes, ya know?”
I nodded. “Yeah. The Challenger, the Ignis, all of it. Feels like a dream now.”
Nia’s eyes stayed upon the owl-folk. “One of those dreams you don’t really want to wake up from.”
I gave a grunt of agreement. “I only wish all of the Khimroxians could share it with us.” This turned her towards me. Her smile curved down somewhat and she gave a slight nod.
What the hell. She’s going to learn it soon enough anyways. Rubbing the rim of my hat, I spoke softly. “Maybe soon, that will be possible.”
“What?”
“The council’s declared war.”
Her eyes snapped to mine, the smile fully gone. The room fell silent. I hadn’t hoped the others would hear me, but those Khimrox had an impeccable sense of hearing. I shouldn’t have expected any less from them.
All eyes turned to me. “The Aurum Alliance is a threat to humanity, the Khimrox, and all of the other scions that we haven’t even met yet. I think we both know this was inevitable”
“No, I get it, it's just… Wow.” The woman ran a hand through her black, tied-back hair as she heaved a sigh.
This facade dropped almost immediately and Nia’s mouth turned into a wonderfully devilish grin. After a few light chuckles, she said, “Better late than never I suppose. Those spineless sons-of-alien-bitches’ll never know what hit ‘em!”
The expressions on the faces of both Saffan and Tokieran showed no less resolve. Even the formerly jumpy physician proudly displayed a newfound sense of will. “The triumvirate operates under the expectation that we won’t fight back,” said Toki. “They see us as little more than animals and It's time we took full advantage of that fact.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” remarked Saffan.
If these willing warriors were in any way representative of the entire Human-Khimroxian collective, the battle against these golden tyrants would be over before we knew it.
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POV. I live in MI, renters insurance is not required by law here (I do have it). A bit over a year ago a dog attracted my young neighbor boy and bit his ear off. It’s a long horrible story that still gives me nightmares. They (The apartment complex) are being sued.
Recently my apartment complex decided to require renters insurance, and want ALL the info including account info and how much we have for liability and what not, also if we didn’t have insurance we could buy into the people they partnered with and have it added to the rent. Well they wanted me to upload proof. I uploaded some proof, like the end date to the policy and where it covers but I blacked out the policy number and never included the liability amounts because I don’t feel it’s any of their business. If they come back at me I plan on telling them again that I do have it, but because it’s not required by law I will not be giving them any more info than I already have. Can they evict me?

Free readings until I don’t have time anymore. Post a question in comments along with a name you like to be called and a number 1-10. First come first serve but will not respond to medical questions, far future questions (multiple years in advance) or questions about people that do not involve you.

Just curious if a fascination/ability with numbers is common in the Aspergers community? Growing up I was always very quick to catch on with basic addition/multiplication etc. I remember sitting in class an elementary student being bored because we were still doing multiplication tables for instance. Wasn't very good at Calculus by the time that came around though.
As I got older I'd often do multiplication problems in my head to keep myself entertained while doing a monotonous job at work. These days I often feel compelled to multiply numbers when I see them. On the clock or on the treadmill for instance. In addition I often count to a certain number in my head before answering a text that I see, opening a knocking door or performing an action while playing a game for example.
I was just wondering if this is relatable to other Aspies? Or perhaps an anxiety or OCD thing? I apologize if this is asked a lot as I'm a pretty new member in this community - I'm 30 now and was finally diagnosed (twice no less) within the past year

Hi there,
I’m 39f, have ADHD and sensory processing disorder- diagnosed with autism spectrum condition last year.
After a very difficult year involving a string of major betrayals, my parents offered me to move in with them for as long as I needed while I heal and work on my stress levels. It was a mutually beneficial situation as they are struggling financially, and I was drowning from the stress of the year and being a single mom. They framed it as they would be helping me with things to reduce my stress levels and I’d be helping them financially. So far, it’s felt quite the opposite.
I moved in a month ago, and it’s been tough. I find myself being extremely defensive and almost on guard non stop since I’ve moved in. I’m losing my hair more (typical stress response for me). I’m not sure what’s causing it. It’s typical for me to have large emotional responses without knowing the root cause. What I mean is, I’m not sure if the emotional response I’m having is warranted or am I overreacting?
Here’s the main issue, and it probably sounds silly but my mom is the main source of my tension and the biggest issue is she is constantly second guessing every decision I make. If I say I’m going to do xyz, she always will follow up with “are you sure you don’t want to do abc instead?” She’s been like this my whole life and for some reason it enrages me. I’ve tried talking to her about it and explaining why it bothers me but she just starts crying and turns it back in a way that makes me feel horribly guilty. Followed by like 3 days of silent treatment. Sometimes my dad will even be on her side telling me to stop being so sensitive and when that happens, it feels like two against one- and that’s another thing that is very triggering for me.
I’m very upset because I gave up a lot to move in here and I’m kindof stuck for at least a year. It’s hard feeling like you don’t have any safe space to turn to because I feel like everyone in my life says they want to help but instead they just take from me and I’m not allowed to have any boundaries. And I’m certainly not allowed to stick up for myself.
All of this is making me feel so alone in this world. I have no partner, I’ve isolated from friendships, and now I can’t even get along with my parents. I don’t know how to fix it. Therapy has been historically not helpful for me (telling me to journal and excercise more doesn’t really help much). So I guess I’m here trying to find out if I’m…

1. Overreacting?
2. If number 1, why would it cause such a strong emotional response?
3. Any tips on how to firmly set boundaries with people and not have guilt after for doing so?

to keep things brief my ex girlfriend was really toxic and emotionally abusive to me even though I still want to be with her and am and am only seeing things I feel with rose colored glasses. Through out the relationship i was not able to voice myself with the actions she did to me that were wrong and I felt suppressed often. More recently she broke up with me a second time, I had given her some space after the break up with no contact, then decided to call her because I not only missed her, it also felt like she was bread crumbing me with following me on instagram and liking my photos but wanted to talk to her about the emotional damage she caused me now reflecting on hoping she would be empathetic and listen to me. Little did i know she just didn't want to hear me and was so cold with me asking "why am i talking about this?" It was like talking to a brick wall which was so hard especially just wanting to be vulnerable with the person I once loved and cared about so deeply 😭 I felt so heartbroken and so angry how she couldn't ever empathize with me. I decided to send her a message to get my point across even though I know it was a waste of my time reflecting on it now. "If you have tried I would have truly seen it. If you would have been there for me at my lowest and when I needed you I would have seen it. If you would have truly loved me you wouldn’t hold back your love for me saying it and in actions the many times you did. You would have not thrown me out of your house every single time I wanted to fix something with you. You would truly engaged in the things I shown you and were important to me. Lastly you would have given me the security needed. No one who cares about someone should be walking on egg shells all the time if all they wanted was love and security. I know I want farther than you and loved you deeply because I cared deeply and had always been there for you. You manipulated my heart and you tore it. You got what you wanted for now. One day you’ll realize how much I did for you and sacrificed. You hurt me, my family, and my friends and I don’t ever want to see you again in my life especially how you took advantage of me for your own gain." days later I had felt so bad sending that to her even though she had ended up blocking me on everything. So gave her space for a while, a few days later I went out of my way to apologize deeply to her by send her this message on my brothers phone.
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"I want to say I'm deeply sorry, and I feel terrible to you the person I love and called my special person for these two good years. I reacted very immaturely the other day when we talked. I think I was so emotionally clouded that I couldn't think straight. I know you probably don't want to forgive me or talk to me again. I understand that. In truth I never want to burn the bridge I had with you. Even though I know we can't be lovers anymore. You know me where sometimes I over think things and do dumb things based in my emotions, something I know I need to work on. My deepest regret though is losing you who I loved so deeply. I want to love you as a friend and person that I cherished with all those amazing memories despite our challenges that made us split. I hope when you see this message you can unblock me and text or call me back. I just would like to have our numbers open so we can check on each other from time to time. I love you and care for so deeply, appreciate you, you were my first girlfriend who supported me in tough times and were there, I know we had challenging times and I accept we have to move away from each other romantically. I just would like to stay connected with you in some way."
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she later unblocks me saying: "Im really upset with what you said to me. I understand you have big emotions, but it doesn’t mean I will let myself be talked that way. Only for you to reflect and say sorry days later (Even though i genuinely went out of my way to say sorry) it’s just not fair. I’m going to keep you blocked for awhile because that’s the only way I can keep my boundary. I don’t know what the future holds, but I wish you nothing but the best."
then she blocked me again and didn't allow me to respond to her how deeply sorry i was and wanted to talk it out with her how deeply sorry I was.
Something also to my surprise is that she still has pics of us two together on her instagram.
"what could she mean that i'm going to block you for a while now" even when I went out of my way to apologize for my actions. is she using it as a form of manipulation? Do you think with time she will try coming back? will she regret her actions and realize that i generally treated her well? i was literally always there for her never gave up on her and loved her so hard and unconditionally. If there was a challenge I would keep working at it and not give up. I feel so blinded 😭 I don't even know whats real anymore she was my everything 😭
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i just wonder even though she didn't really see my value in the relationship and broke up with me twice if she will ever realize truly my value and how much she meant to me.
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I could really use your feedback, thank you 😭❤️

43 year old guy here that has mostly been single in life, with a few years being an exception.
While I haven't had a live profile in a couple of years now, I think my number of likes and replies were probably reduced by oversharing on my profile. I've always leaned towards screening with my profile, and for people that get a lot of interest from other people, I do think this is wise. For those of us that get lower interests, it seems that we should not screen hard.
I've still done it because I want to save my time and theirs, but also to reduce the chances of rejection later on. I suspect this fear keeps me wanting to filter more with boldness on my profile.
A guy friend that did well with online dating 10 years ago told me that I'm not getting enough replies or interests to screen hard. He worked in sales. He said that people should do that when they get too much interest to keep up with, and need to weed people out sooner.
To be sure, I tell about the ways that I'm "different" that are vanilla, like being mostly vegan and a frugal green, and I will stick to doing that.
I'm also kinky though, and will not be happy without some things. I've tried numerous amounts of reveal on that front (casual non-monogamy, not polyamory), and the best advice I've come across lately from a woman on YouTube to guys with my kink, is to wait till the 2nd date.
It's really hard for me to do, since I wish those things wold actually draw a partner to me instead of turn them away.
Last, I do not want a kink dispenser, and I care about my partner's preferences/needs in intimacy. I think a big influence on me is that my parents were mismatched regarding hobbies and priorities, and I end up being way up front to try and avoid mismatches, but I am also probably screwing up the natural flow and rhythm of getting to know someone in a fun and appealing way.
Here, I guess I'm looking for motivation to keep personal things more personal, and do as one of my brother's told me 15 years ago, and stop wearing my heart on my sleeve.

Hi there,
I’m 39 and have ADHD and sensory processing disorder- diagnosed with autism spectrum condition last year.
After a very difficult year involving a string of major betrayals, my parents offered me to move in with them for as long as I needed while I heal and work on my stress levels. It was a mutually beneficial situation as they are struggling financially, and I was drowning from the stress of the year and being a single mom. They framed it as they would be helping me with things to reduce my stress levels and I’d be helping them financially. So far, it’s felt quite the opposite.
I moved in a month ago, and it’s been tough. I find myself being extremely defensive and almost on guard non stop since I’ve moved in. I’m losing my hair more (typical stress response for me). I’m not sure what’s causing it. It’s typical for me to have large emotional responses without knowing the root cause. What I mean is, I’m not sure if the emotional response I’m having is warranted or am I overreacting?
Here’s the main issue, and it probably sounds silly but my mom is the main source of my tension and the biggest issue is she is constantly second guessing every decision I make. If I say I’m going to do xyz, she always will follow up with “are you sure you don’t want to do abc instead?” She’s been like this my whole life and for some reason it enrages me. I’ve tried talking to her about it and explaining why it bothers me but she just starts crying and turns it back in a way that makes me feel horribly guilty. Followed by like 3 days of silent treatment. Sometimes my dad will even be on her side telling me to stop being so sensitive and when that happens, it feels like two against one- and that’s another thing that is very triggering for me.
I’m very upset because I gave up a lot to move in here and I’m kindof stuck for at least a year. It’s hard feeling like you don’t have any safe space to turn to because I feel like everyone in my life says they want to help but instead they just take from me and I’m not allowed to have any boundaries. And I’m certainly not allowed to stick up for myself.
All of this is making me feel so alone in this world. I have no partner, I’ve isolated from friendships, and now I can’t even get along with my parents. I don’t know how to fix it. Therapy has been historically not helpful for me (telling me to journal and excercise more doesn’t really help much). So I guess I’m here trying to find out if I’m…

1. Overreacting?
2. If number 1, why would it cause such a strong emotional response?
3. Any tips on how to firmly set boundaries with people and not have guilt after for doing so?

^Science Advances source for communication. Contents The number is the whole topic and the “-“ is for each part of the topic.

1. Communication

-importance of communication
-Laryngeal Descent Theory
-New leading theory

1. Loss of body hair (Not important for intelligence but felt like adding)

-Thermoregulation
-Social status + head hair
-Adaptation to persistence hunting (Different Theory)
-Ectoparasite reduction

1. The human jaw

-The change in the jaw
-Shrinking Jaw
-Health Issues

1. The Human Nose

-Climate adaptations
-Olfactory Function
-Facial Communication
-Oxygen Intake

1. Conclusion

-More Space in the skull with nose and jaw changes
-Brains oxygen intake compared to its size

1. Communication: •Importance of communication: Before the outer physical changes #1 is communication, humans would be absolutely no where if it wasn’t for our ability to talk. • Laryngeal Descent Theory: The leading theory for awhile was that other human species had a larynx low down and it was thought to be the secret to human pronunciation with the low larynx our ancestors were thought to have only been able to say words with strong vowels like; Beet, Boot, or bat etc… It was thought homo-sapienes were the only human species that had the vocal muscles to say longer words meaning we could only really speak for 200-300 thousands years this theory is called “Laryngeal Descent Theory.” • New leading theory: A review paper published December 11, 2019 by Science Advances destroyed that theory if you choose to believe it try’s showing that our extinct hominid ancestors would have been able to say way more all the way up to 27 million years ago, the link is posted above.
   
2. Loss of heavy body hair: • Thermoregulation: Humans started losing body hair as we started migrating from the African forests in the East African Rift to savanna’s and hotter temperatures not needing as much body hair. • Social status + head hair: We kept head hair as protection from it directly facing the sun as well as Social status, sexual selection, Sensory function, etc… And body hair allowed more visible face for others to see your expressions as a way of communicating. • Adaptation to persistence hunting: Another theory is humans using a style of hunting called persistence hunting which is tracking and chasing prey over long distances until they become exhausted; less body hair would have helped dissipate heat more effectively while engaged in prolonged physical exertion. • Ectoparasite reduction: Less body hair helped lessen Ticks, fleas, etc… • Modern day body hair: Modern humans body is hair is now based on genetics you may notice people from very cold places have thicker hair, can grow a beard faster etc, yet Native Americans usually have very little body hair because of their ancestors living in hotter climates for so long.
   
3. The Human Jaw: • The change in the jaw: The Jaw changed from a strong ape like mouth and hard big teeth to small mouths evolving to become smaller, and weaker yet we have the most tastebuds as well as most descriptive out of any other animal. • Shrinking Jaw: The jaw got smaller because as humans evolved we started eating more cooked softer food (Humans have evidence saying we started cooking around 2 million years ago). Thus making the big jaw not needed and not a good use of the oxygen and protein needed. • Stanfords thoughts: Yet this wasn’t the best change as said by stanford “genetics but is a lifestyle disease” referring to the lifestyle of our ancestors cooking food. • Health Issues: It’s Called a disease because of the problems the smaller jaw brings such as: Wisdom teeth are from old jaws having more teeth, dental crowding, Malocclusion (improper bite or misalignment of teeth and jaw which can worsen to TMJ), Sleep apnea and breathing problems, Temporomandibular Joint Disorders (TMJ)
   
4. The Human nose: • Climate adaptations: As humans started leaving Africa and migrating over the world getting the prominent nose was crucial in conditioning and filtering the air we breathe. In colder and drier climates, the prominent nose helps to warm and humidify the air before it reaches the lungs, reducing the risk of respiratory issues. The increased surface area inside the nasal cavity allows for better heat and moisture exchange during inhalation. • Olfactory Function: Humans don’t have the best sense of smell by far in land animals that would be the bloodhound, but the extended shape of the nose provides a larger surface area for olfactory receptors, allowing us to detect and distinguish a wider range of smells. • Facial Communication: The protruding nose adds distinctive features to the face, contributing to individual facial recognition and non-verbal communication. Our ability to detect subtle changes in nose shape and size can convey emotions, signals, and social cues. • Oxygen intake: The prominent nose was a better form of oxygen during physical activity.
   
5. Conclusion: • More space for the brain: With the elongated nose and smaller jaw, it left space in the skull for brain growth. The nose elongating was also a better form of oxygen intake allowing a way to support a more complex brain. • Brains oxygen intake compared to its size: Humans have have 20% of our oxygen sent to the brain which only takes up 2% of our body’s. This is not seen in many other mammals it’s found in birds and rodents because their brains make up a larger percentage of their body rather than humans 2% (Hummingbirds for example have 4-5% brain to body ratio with an estimated 15-25% brains oxygen intake).
   

What do you teachers think of all these conspiracy theorists growing in numbers calling school indoctrination? The level of conspiracy theorists growing is concerning and making people legit stupidier by each year before 2020 These conspiracy theorists are wanting things like flat earth, the bible to be tought in school instead. This didnt really seem like an issue before 2020.

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Have come to the realization that 60% is not really compatible with my day-to-day, and so I'm getting rid of the two remaining 60%'s in my collection. The moontower w/ the CEM3 PCB and half plate is the nicest typing experience I've had on an MX board by a wide margin. I am the original owner of it since winning the raffle, and it pains me to let it go, but I have not typed on it in almost a year at this point.

Item	Details	Price
Moontower	Satin cerakote. Small chip in coating on front rail (in pictures), small finishing imperfection on bottom. Comes with original PCB which has been mostly mill-max'd w/ 3305 sockets (the corners, mods, and a few along number row need to be soldered for the gasket to work). Additionally, comes with Hiney's CEM3 h60 built on a blue alu half plate that was part of the carolina mech palmetto GB soldered w/ gazzew boba LTs lubed lightly w/ 205g0, and TX stabs w/ XHT on wire. Will additionally come with an unopened blue h60, the original o-ring, a 65a duro graveshift o-ring, a POM half plate, a full CF plate w/ two flex slots - both from prototypist, as well as the original full alu plate	1300$
Navy WKL Midway 60	From the original GB. Never built. Comes in all original boxes w/ accessories, a half and full alu plate, and two PCBs. There were a decent number of dead PCBs during the original GB. I only purchased one PCB during the original PCB, which I had taken out and tested to make sure it works (it does). Additionally, Bolsa ran a PCB GB more recently, and I joined and purchased an extra PCB from that. That PCB is unopened and untested. Bolsa also had some QC issues during the run, and thus, I never received a DB in the original shipment. Therefore, a hiney DB will be sent instead.	$400
GMK Seafarer	Sealed Base + Spacebars	$130
GMK Polybius	Sealed Base + Spacebars	$130

Shipping is included in all prices.

Several months ago my bf of 5 years found a good job that required travel every week. the pay was great and the traveling was a plus. In the last few months the pay rate at the job was changed and he took a significant pay cut. He's complained a lot about that, but the issue I'm here about is his drug usage.
We live in a very rural area and he's learned how to go into these cities and find drugs. A couple weeks ago he flew to Sacramento. His first evening there he OD'ed on the street. He said he woke up to the fire department doing CPR on him, but the "doctor said his heart didn't stop" so he was fine he said. He woke up the next morning and got more drugs. He apparently was robbed by a couple people while trying to score. He's told other friends that, not me.
Just this week he had a connect flight in Denver. He decided to get ahold of a connect there and made a plan to meet him, get high, and make it back to the flight in time. He did not succeed and missed the flight to the next job. If it had worked out for him I'd never known this happened, but he called me that night panicking saying he was broke and couldn't afford a hotel. I said I couldn't help and hung up. He missed another flight because he fell asleep on the light rail on the way to the rescheduled flight. So he basically just hung out in Denver for a couple days and got high. The first night he called he was so "sorry", it was stupid, he regretted it. Fast forward to last night. He'd been demanding thru text that I go to the post office and send him suboxone because he had to go straight to the next job and couldn't come home this weekend like usual as the 2 day detour in Denver put him behind schedule obviously. I ignored his messages and did not do as he asked. Late last night I said when he was ready I'd like to have an actual conversation about things. He was only interested in whether I had mailed him his drugs and when I said I had not he went insane. I was a cunt, a disingenuous bitch, a fat fucking bitch, an annoying dumb bitch. He said he wouldn't even bother wishing death on me, but to please go kill myself because he wants to think of me as dead. I've gained some weight recently because this shit is stressful you know and he knows it bothers me so he sent the word fat about 50 times then blocked me on everything. I apparently am the problem. Yeah, it hurts, but I know it's for the best to get away from him.
But the thing is, I still don't want him to die regardless of the terrible shit he said. And I know he can't handle his stuff, I've seen it first hand and had to babysit him. He absolutely will die if he continues this. I've tried to talk to his mom, I've tried to talk to one of his friends that works at the same place. No one wants to do anything and they intend to continue enabling him. And I am a "crazy, vindictive bitch" for reaching out to anyone to try to do something. I have his boss' number. I have never spoken to him, but I think if he was made aware that his employee is strung out on drugs, missing flights to get high, and overdosing out on jobs he would put a stop to it rather quickly. I don't want him to lose his job, but I want him to get help. I'm incredibly conflicted on whether to involve myself or let him implode on his own. I know that if I did nothing and something happened to him I would absolutely live with regrets of not trying to do more. How should I handle things?

My first homosexual experience in hindsight was quite sinister and trying to process it.
Throwaway account as don't wish to be doxxed about this.
I am a 33 year old man. I also bisexual, something I have only started to properly accept the past few years coming out to some friends and disclosing to my girlfriend just as we started going on dates as she is also queer. Looking back my first ever homosexual experience probably led to me struggling to accept being bi for so long which I will explain. However, thinking back now as an adult there's more sinister layers I haven't considered or repressed for a while which are causing me a lot of thought.
In 2006 at 16 years old I was a bi curious kid. There was no grindr to meet men easily and few kids were open and I certainly wasn't. But on a toilet wall I saw4a number scribbled on a wall with the message “gay sex 15-17 pays cash”. So after some debate I texted the guy and arranged to meet. The meet was agreed for me to find him at the bus station toilet urinals. He said would know was him as he would have an erection. I went to the urinals, found the guy and gave a nod. We walked out casually in silence then started the walk to his place. He was about 40. On the way he asked me to give him head by the side of the motorway. I obliged. I didn't really enjoy it but I went on with him to his flat in a high rise. We had oral sex. He fucked me (first time. Very painful start and put me off anal for a while). He asked to take pictures which I agreed to. He drove me back to the bus station and paid me £20. I did go back once more and after not enjoying again I deleted his number.
Now obviously the shame and embarrassment of being paid for a sex as a teen has been hard to process for a long time. Nobody knows at all but after some thought I am intending to tell my girlfriend tomorrow (won't tonight as had a couple of beers and a joint).
The aspects I never thought about was the age disparity, the photos and the pay. Being sixteen I was of the age of consent so was legal, but the guys toilet advert was fine with 15 also so didn't care that much. I believe age of consents are in place for teens to experiment within the realms of legality and a safe age, not for older people to try have sex with just legal kids. The photos I also consented to, but with being paid and the age I now question was I possibly shared online around rings of those into illegal porn? Probably not, but I question if I am mad to consider this?

Hi guys
So on the uw tuition website I could only find estimated tuition for first years, and as of last year the website stated that domestic tuition for math per year was ~$14000.
It's come to my attention that upper year tuitions are even higher? (or at least I've heard)
I'd appreciate if anyone could give ballpark numbers on how much the price difference is, for tuition in your program now vs how they were in your first year (math / any program, domestic / international)
Thanks