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2012.06.20 14:57 Commander_Adama War Thunder

This is a subreddit for War Thunder, a cross platform vehicular combat MMO developed by Gaijin Entertainment for Microsoft Windows, macOS, Linux, PlayStation 4, PlayStation 5, Xbox One and Xbox Series XS. The game is based around combined arms battles on air, land, and sea with vehicles from the Great War to today.

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2023.05.30 05:50 TEKNOnaut WTS - Chaves Ultramar T.A.K. Tanto Flipper Knife in Black G10 & Microtech Ultratech Hellhound Signature Series Tactical Standard with Two Tone DLC Blade Finish (119-1 TS)


Plenty of other pictures:
The video was taken for a previously listed post.
Good evening! I'm still relatively new here, so please bare with me as I will do my absolute best to follow the rules according to my understanding. Feel free to let me know if I get anything wrong, need to update or change anything. Thanks!

These knives are both brand new and have never been carried or cut with. One knife is a manual while the other is an automatic OTF. The buyer is SOLELY RESPONSIBLE to know and understand their local laws and if they are permitted to purchase or carry these. I take ZERO responsibility for that.
Chaves Ultramar T.A.K. Tanto Flipper Knife in Black G10 - SV180 PPGS OBO - Please be sure NOT to include anything in the notes section.
Microtech Ultratech Hellhound Signature Series Tactical Standard with Two Tone DLC Blade Finish (119-1 TS) - SV490 PPGS OBO - Please be sure NOT to include anything in the notes section.
Sale is preferred, however if you have any of the following knives BNIB or LNIB I’d most likely be interested in working out a partial trade deal… - Spyderco Smock (specifically interested if you have one with the Meton Boss FRAG milled black Zirconium scales, matching button, and backspacer) - Spyderco Techno 2 Titanium - Spyderco Shaman Black M4 Natural G-10 BladeHQ Exclusive - Chaves Ultramar Liberation 229 Silver Bullet M390 Drop Point (Non-removable skull clip) - Chaves Ultramar Liberation Street Black M390 Tanto and Natural G-10 BladeHQ Exclusive - Reate EXO-K Karambit Black Aluminum - Black PVD- Zero Tolerance 0223- Gerber GhostStrike Additionally, while I'm new to selling in this community, I'm in NO WAY new to buying and selling online. I'm very active in other communities such as the Dixxon Flannel groups on Facebook, the GAFS community here on Reddit, as well as I have countless sales history on eBay, Facebook Marketplace, Mercari and OfferUp. If at at any point in time you'd like to see my corresponding profiles on those platforms to verify my legitimacy and reliability, feel free to ask and I'll be happy to share.
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2023.05.30 05:49 CreeperTacoBoss Role Idea #15, i think - Beast Tamer

This is a nuetral evil, they win if they kill everyone else. no attack, no defence
Every night they have the option to tame a new beast, once they tame a beast they may use the beast however they see fit. There are plenty of beasts to choose from and each beast can only be tamed once. The beast tamer can have multiple beasts tamed simultaniously. The beast tamer cannot use multiple beasts in a single night/day, and they cannot use a beast while taming another.
The tamable beasts are the following:
Siren- at night, can roleblock one player - is usable for infinate amount of times
Unicorn- at night, can peer into the soul of someone and determine their exact role - is usable for infinate amount of times
Phoenix- at night, can provide powerful defence to the beast tamer - is usable an infinate amount of times
Cyclops- at night, can deal a basic attack to one player - once used it takes one night to recharge
Golem- at night, can be sent to someone else's house and powerful attack every visitor - is usable infinatly until it gets a kill, then it takes a night to recharge.
Hydra- at night, can deal a powerful attack to one player while simultaniously dealing a basic attack to both immediete neighbors - this can only be used one time before hydra tires forever
Pixie- during daytime, can silence a player until night, they cannot even vote - usable for infinate amount of times
Dragon- during daytime, can incenerate one player, powerful attack (plays epic animation) - once used it takes two days to recharge
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2023.05.30 05:49 IBOBGAMING25 Long-term Sorare?

Hello, I have a question about Sorare in the Long-term.
I play Sorare MLB, and I noticed that there are cards from the 2022 season. What is difference with these cards, other than the fact they are from a different year? Are they worth more/less, is there any difference with the points with them?
My second question is with Sorare in general. Will the cards I have from the 2023 season be worth anything next year, or the year after that.
Also, If a player retires, their card becomes useless, right? So eventually will all of my cards be worthless?
Thanks so much
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2023.05.30 05:49 Holy1To3 Question About Viability of a GPU Upgrade

I am looking to make some upgrades to my PC. I definitely intend to upgrade the GPU. I would ideally like to go for something top of the line, likely a 4090, though I see people around here seem to recommend AMD quite highly. My main question is, would I need to upgrade other parts of my build to really get solid use of a top end graphics card?
I have:
I7-6700K 4GHz
Gigabyte Z170X-Gaming 7
EVGA Supernova 850 T2
Current GPU is a 1070 TI and I have a 144 FPS monitor. I am looking to do high fps 1440.
Happy to provide any other information if I have it but, as you might be able to guess, I am not super well versed in this stuff.
Any help appreciated.
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2023.05.30 05:49 batmanandbmth Headache for months

Headache for months
I've currently had a headache for over two months and my doctors keep telling me to drink more water and eat differently. The issue is that I've drank more water recently than I have I'm years and my diet hasn't changed, so those don't make sense.
The headache is on my right temple and feels kind of like a weight has thumped into my skull, leaving a deep pressure pain. It isn't response to excedrin, ibuprofen, sumatriptan, nurtec, or benadryl. It feels worse in the evening most of the time, but sometimes I wake up with it feeling bad. I've gotten an ER migraine cocktail, no response so they gave me fentanyl, and still no change. I had a blood test to see if it was this one vein thing, but that came back negative. MRI is also completely normal. I'm about to see a neurologist but I feel very hopeless right now and wonder if you all have any experiences like this.
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2023.05.30 05:48 pattyice124 Carpet cleaning required by lease in Florida

Hello, the title practically explains it, but my lease requires that “Carpets must be professionally steam cleaned upon move out. If contracted by resident, a receipt must be provided to management […] dated within 24 hours.” Is this an enforceable part of the lease in Florida? I would say dirty carpets are part of the regular “wear and tear” that landlords are responsible for, but obviously this is something we agreed to in our lease. Would I have legal reasoning not to clean the carpets professionally, and would I also have legal defense if not done within 24 hours of move out?
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2023.05.30 05:48 ordrius098 As someone with crippling anxiety-- fucking fuck meatcanyon into oblivion

It's not "funny disturbing", it's legit gut-wrenching. Gen z is fucking sick bro how is he popular. Bloo Cloo planted an intrusive thought for me now I'm too scared to enjoy the acid trip I had planned this summer bc I'm afraid I'll fucking see my dog and think about that video and see her as a demon or something. And, ok, I swear I'm not just saying this to seem cool... but... I promise, I generally have a SICK sense of humor and high threshold for weird stuff. This shit tho... THIS crosses the line yet I know ppl who aren't as sick with their humor as me and they casually just find meatcanyon funny. It's honestly the most vile nightmare fuel I've ever seen and I'm a bit upset that my friend showed me his videos when we got high. The impractical jokers one is an exception, that one I loved bc it was just dark and over the top, without the gross schizoid sick crap. Said my piece. I'm glad people enjoy him and his art style but I legitimately never wanna think about his videos again.
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2023.05.30 05:48 The_Alloquist [A Lord of Death] - Chapter 48

[←Chapter 47] [Cover Art] [My Links] [Index] [Discord] [Subreddit] [Chapter 49→]
The blade forging left Sorore exhausted, the failure left her frustrated, and the cold gave way to fear as the night drew closer. As day faded into dusk, she reflected on a morning that had been as full of ups and downs as the mountain paths they’d travelled. The very fact that she had been able to use magic, that it had crashed from the realm of fairy tales and church warnings into the very real everyday occurrence was already an earth shattering experience.
Then she’d moved water with a thought, seen monsters fall from the sky, and watched the paladins cleaving them in two. Her head spun with the strangeness of it all, the sheer onset of fanciful things blurring and mixing together with reality. She began to wonder what else might be true, of the fairy tales in the myth she had heard on the seas in her father’s ship. Of the old folk stories of Erratz, often dismissed as nothing more than old wive’s tales.
A new world had opened up before her, and she wasn't sure to be fascinated or terrified of it. Certainly the paladins didn't want any part of it, and they certainly didn't want her to be involved. And from everything she knew of the church scripture, they were absolutely right. She felt the danger, the power of the matter, and knew that it was only a small fraction of what it could do. She even felt a certain degree of fear towards the masked man in the black robes, as respectful as he had been as a tutor.
At least he didn't use a switch to reminder of when she had failed.
But even in the murk of her disquiet in that moment, she also felt a smouldering frustration underlying it. The knife had been hers, her project, her duty, and she had resolutely failed to craft it. Part of her shifted the blame elsewhere - it was a new technique she had picked up over the course of an afternoon. Efrain himself had said as much, even going as far to say that he hadn’t expected her to do it.
Now that was something she didn’t like at all. When people expected her to fail, despite all her efforts.
However, that resolution meant little now, given that she had been excused from the effort. At least now the mage had the basic shape to work on. She let her hand drift on the rough stone walls of the church. Thousands of individual perfections, many thousands of years old, the stone functioning despite it. Perhaps it would be enough, the basic, overall function, but she recalled all the pittances and channels carved in her vision of the knife.
She knew what was driving the doubt. It was curiosity, that sticking bug that clung to her, despite all her prayers to the contrary. She just couldn’t seem to shake it, despite the ‘assistance’ of church teachers when it reared its head particularly high. She had expected the snap across the palms from Efrain when he drew that piece of wood. It had been a relief when he’d tossed it over his shoulder.
The thought was an unworthy one, she immediately considered. She should’ve been grateful to the various priests and scholars who’d spent years teaching the twins. Some had even prepared their entire lives, just on the chance they’d meet the beloved Bequeathed. If they were strict, then so be it, it was for the sake of preparing her and Frare for their duties.
The church was once more a buzz of activity as people prepared for the night ahead. She and Lillian found their way to the altar, attracting only minor glances. The villagers clearly had gotten used to their presence, although some offered a respectful and perhaps wary gaze for Lillian. One of Frare’s eyes opened as they approached, but he quickly returned to his half-rest leaning on a pillar. Aya was still very much asleep, chest gently rising and falling under the furs where Sorore had left her.
Sorore sat on the wide steps, put her chins on her hands, and began to think. It was a rather dangerous proposition, considering her recent failure. She had a tendency to ruminate on them, and often her twin would find her staring plaintively before loudly disrupting it. This time was no different, as before anything but impotent frustration could boil over, he plopped down behind her back.
“Stop that,” he said, “I can hear your teeth beginning to grind.”
She leaned back to lie upon his lap, despite the admonishment she heard in her head about proper sitting position. His eyes were closed again, and she followed suit, letting the minutes wile away as night crept into the word. She was shaken out of this reverie by a loud pop and Aya’s yelp. The girl was both mid yawn and bright red as both the paladins and the twins turned to look at her. She insisted that she was fine, and took to straightening her clothes subconsciously.
It was a mere temporary distraction for Sorore, who was largely engrossed in considering the knife. Rather than merely wallowing in her problems, she was invested in its function. She could almost see the stone parting before her, revealing the source of that smothering cold behind the door. Maybe if she had tried one more time, maybe if she reduced the complexity of the form, then increased when she got the basic shape. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
It was all of very little use. She was inside her head once again, at a complete loss of what to do. Maybe, within the grand archives of Angorrah, the answer was contained in a dusty scroll. Some offhand fact or technique of forging, long forgotten in the darkness of the shelves. But these were several weeks of travel away, and she wasn’t sure that she’d see the next sunrise. So then, what could she do to get them to bridge that gap? Just one more day, that’s all they needed, to hold out until the next sunrise.
Nothing. That was the simple truth of it - she was a lost little girl in a small village surrounded by terrible things. The thought was not a comforting one, and she wriggled, trying to nestle deeper into the legs of her twin. Aya by that point had come to sit down beside them, looking greyer as the dark came on. No wonder, for she knew she all felt the chill roll forward as the fog waxed in the night.
Another meal of common fare came and went, though Sorore noted that many soldiers were taking care with it. Perhaps it was common practice, to relish what very well may be your last meal. For her part she found it rather difficult to keep it down, the coming dread of the hours ahead offsetting her appetite.
The faces of the paladins had settled into that implacable, stoney cast once more. They quietly rebandaged their injuries, readjusted their armour, and set to sharpening their great blades with long deliberate strokes. Sorore idly thought that their sleeping faces were significantly more pleasant, if rarer to see. Thus it was that they crossed over into the late afternoon, where the light was quickly fading.
“I would like to take one last little walk,” Aya spoke up, “before… you know.”
The paladins looked up, their eyes twisting with barely veiled misapprehension at the request.
“My lady…” Lillian began.
“We can’t,” Niche said, “Not now. Not so close to dark.”
“Just barely outside the door,” said Aya, “Just so I can see something other than the church. Just to stretch my legs.”
The paladins looked at each other, looked back, and set their faces.
“Well, I suppose it can be accommodated,” Lillian said, “only just outside the church, and only for a few minutes.”
Her tone warned of dire consequences if these conditions should not be strictly adhered to. The children all collectively nodded and the party of five set out past the doors. The barricades within the church had grown in size and strength, at least as far as Sorore could judge. The villagers, under the supervision of the soldiers, had proven diligent in the daylight hours. She could only hope that it would be enough for the onset of the creatures, should they breach the church.
She had a dread certainty that it would indeed be breached, sooner or later. Though she hadn’t heard of any specifics, whispers of just how many of the things lurked outside were passed around. It was a small stroke of fortune that the windows were narrow and ensconced in stone. The last thing they needed was one of the flying beasts to crash through the glass.
The faint red-pink cast to the grey outside was beginning to fade into blackness as the sun shrank. Occasionally, the banks of fog would strip away, revealing the abominable silhouettes standing still past the wall. They would close just as quickly, removing any clarity, and leaving only the icy fear in its place. The remaining soldiers and villagers watched them with anxiety and exhaustion.
The garden around the front of the church was almost non-existent. Most of the flowers had been trampled either in preparation for or during the course of the battle. The only things left relatively untouched were the central beds around the side of the church, which grew produce for its tenants. Some trees still stood, showing minimal damage from the fog and its creatures.
The five ducked under the boughs of the closest one to the doors. The additional chill brought by its shade was a trifling concern at the present. The green, muted as it was by the overcast sky beyond, was a lively anchor in the cold, dead mists. Such was the comfort of the place that Soroe let herself lean back onto the bark of the tree and eyes drift closed.
The trunk was solid, a comforting sensation that seemed to offset the malevolence of the fog.
Enough so that Sorore began to wander the netherworld of half-sounds and sights that characterised pre-sleep. They all wandered with her, some staying, some peeling off, guided by their own demented logic. Little and less was coherent, but it took her away from the horrible reality of what lurked a few hundred steps away all the same.
She fell deeper into this other-state, letting the visions wash over her as the real world slipped away. Time became a mercurial concept, which led her to question when exactly everything had settled. But settled it had, into a hazy blackness which the eye could not pierce. There, in the distance, a bright ribbon of twisting warm color glowed. A piece of fresh-forged metal perhaps, the day’s task going straight to her head. Or maybe it was the remnants of another dream that day, one that was already a blurry memory.
From a great distance, she heard a crash, unmistakable in its ringing clarity. A forge hammer singing out a song of its own, for now merely a rhythm. It shifted in tone as it rang out through the abyss once more, adding progression, then melody, all written in singing steel. Sorore’s fingers began to drum out the sequence on her thighs as she felt it reverberate through her. Then, with a sliding screech, she was left alone in the half-dream, with nothing but darkness remaining.
Still, the bright memory of the song remained, and in the darkness another voice took shape. It was a deep, rich, and handsome sound, that spoke of a confidence of such immensity that you were convinced its wielder could do anything. Sorore had never heard the likes of it before, either on the docks, or in cities, or on the open waves.
“Come now,” it said, “this little thing is giving you trouble?”
Sorore’s eyes slowly open, pulling her from the dreamscape back into the dreariness of the real. Aya had her knees pulled to her chest, leaning back into the trunk. The paladins, tired but alert, scanned the endlessly shifting banks of fog.
Sorore had a fleeting impression that the answers were just beyond the pale mists. Maybe something would come through, parting it like thin curtains, and impart the inspiration she needed. Or maybe a whole set of schematics will drop into my lap from the sky, she thought with dark irony.
The vision was quickly fading into the abyss of forgetfulness. Perhaps Aya had shared it once more with her, but she was in conversation with the paladins. Not wanting to interrupt, Sorore looked at her outstretched legs. Past them were a handful of leaves that had fallen despite the summer of the valley, with a couple long decomposed to nothing but their skeletons.
She reached out to grasp at the leaves, looking at the yellow-grey veins that raced across its surface. The large ones spread from the central stem and the hundreds of smaller capillaries that interconnected them. Holding up to the sky, she screwed her face, trying to discern the details of this piece of nature. After a few moments of tepid stillness, the clouds parted for just a moment, letting a ray of sunlight lance down to catch their hill in its beam.
For a second, the leaf seemed to glow, shimmering like metal catching glare.
And Sorore had her inspiration.
With that, she sprang to her feat so fast that one of the paladins almost jumped. Both looked around with questioning and slightly alarmed expressions. Sorore didn’t have much of an answer - in fact her mind was going so fast that she could hardly even articulate the solution that had been revealed to her.
“The- the- the-” she said, snapping her fingers, trying to put words to the idea, “I know what to do. I need to find him.”
“Find who? The mage?” asked Lillian.
The fiery certainty of the thought sent Sorore tramping out onto the grass, leading to calls from the paladins to slow down. She didn’t bother to wait for them, consumed by this need to find the mage, the knife, to try again.
The forge was more or less empty, save for the few labourers packing up the tools and ferrying them into the church proper. With a furious set of questions, she gleaned that he’d vacated the premises some time ago. The paladins called for her to stop as she doubled back, but she couldn’, not now.
The scenery seemed to blur as she rushed through the church doors, past the bustling barricades, and to the captain’s tables. A somewhat perturbed Damafelce told the young girl that Efrain had been seen entering the door at the end of the church. With that, Sorore broke out into a run, past the altar, through the door and down into the darkness of the Catacombs.
She stepped out onto the sand floor, the members of her party at her heels as she tried to seek out the path to the black wall. She stumbled more than once as she felt her way along in the darkness, fortunately with no skeletal interruptions this time. Down the stairs and into the long corridor she came, the smothering cold increasing as she pushed forward.
As she had surmised, Efrain was there, just about to start whatever process pried apart the stone. The tip of the blade was raised, pressed into the stone above his head. He turned at the approaching footsteps, cocking his head at the lack of isolation. Sorore didn’t even wait for him to say something, instead thrusting out her head for the crude metal knife.
“ I know- I can- I can do it now,” she said, breathless from the long run from the surface.
Delicately, Efrain removed the metal from the stone, and looked down at her. There seemed to be a questioning quality to the look, at least as far as she could read the emotionless mask. He looked at the cat, then back to the girl, and then to the rest of her party.
“How?” he said, “ If I let you undo this, we may not have enough time to recreate it before the attacks begin.”
“Leaves,” she said, putting a hand on the wall to steady herself as her lungs complained, “it- was the leaves.”
“The… leaves?” he said, “ All right. Stop, take a few breaths, and start from the beginning.”
And so she did, explaining how she sat under the bows of the trees, the half-awake dreaming, and the skeleton of the leaf.
“I got it. I was trying to build the whole thing out myself, all at once,” she said, stumbling over her words, “instead of letting nature do what it wants. The metal wants to come together - I don’t need to force it into its final shape. I just need to build a- a-”
She snapped her fingers at the air, trying to reach past this new blank as Efrain regarded the knife.
“You want to build a frame,” he said, “and let the metal fill in the rest of the empty space.”
After a moment’s hesitation, he turned over the knife, hilt first, to the girl.
“Well then,” he said, “let’s hope you know what you’re doing.”
She did, or at least she hoped she did this time. Within moments, the metal was flowing over her hands like a cold stream, but instead of trying to sculpt it, she began to spin filaments outwards. Like the skeleton of the leaf, little veins of metal stretched outwards, stopping abruptly, and folding back into themselves. If it had been hard before, it was now brutal, the smothering cold dragging at every attempt to shape the material.
Hands trembling, sweat beginning to bead on her forehead, she managed to split the metal into dark fingers. All she had to do was resist gravity and prevent it spilling over the imaginary bounds of the shape. From those dark fingers, snaking vines spread out and connected with each other. Slowly, slowly, branching and arcing, they filled in the skeleton she’d created and fused.
The final product wasn’t altogether too different from what they’d created during the afternoon. The shape, a heavy chisel tip, tapering out to twin furls like a plough, a longer tang. Sorore, half blind by stinging salt, didn’t fail to notice swirling furrows spreading across its surface. She had no idea how she’d managed to etch those designs, or perhaps the metal remembered, just as the stone did.
“Well,” said the mage at last, “suffice to say, I am impressed. Now, hold it up.”
She did so, despite the exhaustion of her arms, the tip wavering as his finger touched its point.
There was a rush of something, extending over the surface of the blade, stopping just short of her hand. It was like a coat of mail had been pulled taught, the links aligning at the same time, snapping together in a regular structure. From the tip of the chisel, down to the tang, the metal shuddered and settled. By the time it disappeared under her grip, it was rigid as any steel tool.
The mage gently took it from her, holding the blade up to that little flickering light above his head. Flicking it this way and that, he seemed to find whatever he was looking for, and pressed the tip to the wall. Sorore, despite her fatigue, was practically exploding with excitement. She’d done it, not only conquering the task, but she was about to see what was behind those dark walls.
Then, before he pressed the blade into the stone and drew it down, he paused.
“Paladins,” he said, voice quiet, “it would be best to take the children back into the church.”
Lillian frowned and put a hand onto her hilt as she stared at the door.
“What?” said Sorore, aghast, “ But I-”
“No buts,” said Efrain, “we don’t know what’s behind this door. It may be dangerous, it may not. But I strongly suspect it’s not something you would want to see. Very well done, little one, but this is something I should deal with on my own.”
The tone of academic authority was not an unfamiliar one to Sorore. But unlike in virtually all other occasions in her life, she attempted to object. Before she could speak more than a few words, Lillian took her by the shoulders, her mind apparently made up. All three of them were carted up the stairs as barely contained rage began to bubble up inside her.
“Do you think we should…?” said Niche, gesturing to the surrounding stone.
“No, not yet,” Lillian said, “putting aside everything else, we still might need him.”
Niche nodded and said no more.
They had made a steady pace, overtaking half the hallway as the scream of metal on stone echoed out. It was followed by a grating rumble as presumably the doors opened. If the temperature below the surface was cold when they came, the resulting drop was freezing. The mist that rose up behind them whispered things in long mournful sighs as the surroundings began to buzz with what must’ve been magic.
Then, from up the stairs there was a long, terrible wail.
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2023.05.30 05:47 Beneficial_Fun804 I'm very confused and I need prayer, I'm not sure how to title this but please hear me out

Hello. I have posted here quite a bit, but please hear me out. I am a 17 yr old girl who is now a high school grad. I am struggling with god. Not like, anger, just confused. I have struggled for a very long time, years now. If you look at my old posts, you can see my age going from 15 to 16 to now 17. I believe that god has been reaching out to me. I have always struggled with believing in god, which I do now, and I believe in the bible, and I believe that it is true. I stopped making posts for a while because I didn't feel like asking humans these questions was the right way to go so I bit the bullet and started going straight to God with questions and concerns. I finally felt like I was getting somewhere spiritually, like I was truly learning more, but I have been getting distracted so much lately. TikTok, video games, ect. I feel like something is pulling me away from truly knowing Jesus. Sometimes what I think about Jesus my chest gets tight, and I have prayed for God to soften my heart. I want to be saved, I want to be on the right side of history, but I don't know how to come to a contrite repentance and I just don't know how to fully trust Jesus. I have been getting distracted from making this post but I know that if two or more asks in his name (Jesus's), it will be done . Please pray for me. Please pray for my spiritual understanding, for stopping distractions, just, it's really hard to explain but if y'all would just pray in general,I would really appreciate it. Even as I type this I feel that the enemy is making feel like this is corny, or that I'm wrong for making this post, but I know if it upsets Satan, I'm going in the right direction. Even now he's prodding at my belief in god. I don't believe I'm saved, so please pray for me. I don't know if this is the right thing to do but I need help y'all. Thank you, and I'll respond to any dms concerning the post, god, or my rocky relationship with him. Thank you for your time.
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In conclusion, Oz Konar's "Business Credit Success Blueprint" course offers a comprehensive and practical education for entrepreneurs and small business owners seeking to establish and leverage business credit effectively. By providing step-by-step guidance, funding strategies, and insights into credit optimization, the course equips participants with the knowledge and tools needed to navigate the world of business credit successfully. Whether you are starting a new business or looking to expand an existing one, the "Business Credit Success Blueprint" course provides valuable resources to enhance your financial stability, credibility, and access to funding opportunities.
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2023.05.30 05:47 IMGONNACUT [OC] Inkwell the Owlin

Sootsprinkle (now known as Inkle), a bird with mottled black and grey feathers, embarks on a journey beyond his home forest. Armed with a map from his father, he quickly becomes lost due to the forest's uniformity. As night falls, he encounters strange luminescent blobs that captivate him. Following one of them, he discovers another blob trailing behind him. Intrigued, he observes multiple processions of these blobs converging towards a distant point.
Reaching a clearing, Sootsprinkle finds himself surrounded by an impenetrable darkness. When he attempts to land, he realizes there is no ground beneath him and starts falling into a seemingly endless void. As he plummets, he contemplates his father, the sign he made, and the creatures he encountered. Eventually, he loses consciousness due to his ever increasing velocity.
Upon waking, Sootsprinkle is greeted by an elf and an old man who rescued him from their well. Confused but relieved, he introduces himself as "Sootpinkie Sprinkle." They inquire about his origins, and he tells them about his forest, his father, and the peculiar journey that led him to their location. The elf lady, named Zindi, decides to help him and invites him inside their dwelling.
They tell Sootsprinkle they are in The Vastlands, main continent of Arcavios and that they can help him become acquainted with their ways, history and educational requirements.
Long months of studying ensue, but Sootsprinkle proves his worth with an excellent memory despite subpar recitations. He learns how to write in common and begins to learn elvish under Zindi's tutelage.
During his studies, he takes an interest in the magic Zindi and the old man perform on a daily basis, seemingly effortlessly. He asks questions tirelessly and without the usual stuttering.
They mention that the University of Strixhaven, the most elite school of mages in the multiverse, is only a few days journey from their home and encourage him to apply. He wonders desperately about his father and the forest village he left behind, but decides his dad is too busy being rich and applies to Strixhaven in the end. Still, he vows to return not only literate but as a wizard and a scholar.
He is accepted swiftly by the college of Lorehold, despite being just around their average standards, once he mentions the odd void that brought him to their lands. This college of scholars set their motto "Leave no stone unturned" deep into young Sootsprinkle. He adventured often, despite his small size. On one expedition he found a shiny green pebble and took it back to his professors who laughed and told him it was just a regular rock that was shiny and green. Sootsprinkle kept it anyway.
Later, he found a feather trapped in fossilized resin and excavated it with great care. It was in near pristine condition, blacker than his own and twice as big. When he made his way back, he decided to do independent research in the library to avoid being laughed at again. A blackish ink sprang forth from the tip, staining countless books before he stuck it in his mouth swallowing nearly a bucket full of the rancid liquid. Sootsprinkle was swiftly brought to the infirmary where he made a full recovery and gained a new nickname "Inkwell". He liked it, but decided to pay homage to his old name and family by changing the ending to "le".
Worried about getting kicked out, he explained the entire situation, without stuttering and was granted leniency. This was partially due to his discovery of the unique feather, which was confiscated until head scholars had learned everything they could about it and deemed it safe for him to retain. It was his pride and joy, he wrote many flawless papers with it and about it.
He spent nearly zero time eating, sleeping or making friends. He loved listening to his peers speak and learning from them and always tried his best to reply when they talked to him first, but never went out on his own to seek them out.
In his 3rd year there, he decided to start researching the black void more closely. No one had heard of such a thing although many theories were thrown about here and there. The old man's well was studied day and night one year, under almost permanent surveillance. Nothing but water ever came out again. There was nothing odd about the well.
Inkle decided to take his research to the Biblioplex, supposedly the most massive collection of knowledge in all of the known multiverse. He had been before but the sheer size of the place left him a little upset, knowing he could never possibly read everything in there. He returned sparingly over the previous 2 years.
The librarian and codex proved invaluable to his research although the anomaly had never been seen in the form it took that fateful day, the effects resembled those of the creature known as Vormox, an enormous, worm-shaped anomaly with iridescent scales and a serpentine body.
It possesses the ability to teleport matter by consuming it. When it devours something, it absorbs its energy and essence. The consumed matter is transformed into energy, and "defected", intact, at another location (Usually somewhere random in the vacuum of space or mashed inside another object. In this case, it seems it was the old man's well.
The futility of his situation hit him then, there was absolutely no way to locate this creature in all the infinite locations it could be in and no way to manipulate it to take him back to the right home in the right timeline in the right reality.
Inkle was not worried that he would never see his father again, that was a near certainty. Distraught, he sought comfort in both learning and psychedelic substances, many of which he modified at random. His 108th trial was on an unremarkable evening with an unremarkable substance that he already knew through and through. An odd fungus boiled down, mixed with any alcohol, and magically flavored with a new taste he came up with called "pitch". It was a heavy flavor, it tasted like the top of your mouth, only more. Or like nothing, only less.
Too lazy to grab a cup tonight, he conjured a health potion and dumped in the pitch flavored liquid, filling it to the brim before downing the whole concoction at once. He went to lay down in his bed but substance kicked in nearly immediately.
Vibrant colors danced before his eyes, swirling and merging in an ethereal symphony of hues. Reality twisted and contorted, shifting like a mirage in the desert. His bed seemed miles away, but he made a lunge for it and felt something soft before closing his eyes. And yet, something was wrong.
In this altered state, he felt a profound disconnection with the universe, as if he could touch the very essence of creation but never be a part of it. He floated through cascading patterns of geometric shapes, each one unfolding with intricate precision. Fear led him into a small pocket of a reality in a corner of his mind left untouched since childhood. The air here calmed him and the room faded. Time and space became malleable, merging and folding in on themselves. The sharp points of the fractals were gone.
The journey reached its crescendo. He emerged from the undulating abyss into a realm not unlike his own. He saw grass so green it almost looked real. In fact it felt pretty real too, although the substance has never given him tactile hallucinations before. Unconcerned, he took a bite of probably the most grass flavored grass he'd even encountered.
The air crackled with energy, and the atmosphere hummed with an otherworldly resonance, promising endless adventures and profound revelations. No sooner than one flap of his wings and Inkle smashed into the ground, and blacked out, head throbbing all the while.
Unbeknownst to him, Inkle had crossed a threshold in his own mind entering a reality in some space and time entirely different than his own. He had in fact, not landed on his bed and instead fell through one of those tiny cracks in reality that are only visible when you close your eyes.
He dreamed of the nothingness, discovering his entire self in the absence of a mind. The pain of losing his home dimension felt so insignificant compared to the nothingness. He wondered about love and companionship but realized he wouldn't care to experience it again, but rather would like to know and catalogue it along with as many other things as possible. He looked around and saw his quill and then his body and willed himself towards them.
When he woke up to the sound of birds, he was on a patch of grass on a beach staring at a vast and dark ocean.
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2023.05.30 05:47 jase15843 Adding Valhalla Combat to an Enairim Wabbajack

Hello All,

I'm fairly new to PC modding but have a decent background in modding for the Xbox. Anyway, I am looking to run the Lost Legacy wabbajack modlist but am hoping to make a tweak. I had previously played around with the Nordic Souls and really enjoy the combat changes it made, so I'm hoping to cut wildcat from lost legacy and drop in Nordic Souls' solution.
The Modlists can be found here:
Both modlists already include TUDM, True Directional Movement, Smoothcam, and violense. Thus, am I able to shift to the nordic souls style combat by dropping Wildcat, parrying, blocking, archery, mortal enemies, and combat/movement animation plugins in favor of valhalla, precision, vanguard, enhanced enemy AI, Wait your turn etc?
Is there any framework stuff or giant conflicts I'll run into (assuming I get all the reqs for the added mods)? Is such a change attainable?
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2023.05.30 05:47 batmanandbmth Headache for months

I've currently had a headache for over two months and my doctors keep telling me to drink more water and eat differently. The issue is that I've drank more water recently than I have I'm years and my diet hasn't changed, so those don't make sense.
The headache is on my right temple and feels kind of like a weight has thumped into my skull, leaving a deep pressure pain. It isn't response to excedrin, ibuprofen, sumatriptan, or benadryl. It feels worse in the evening most of the time, but sometimes I wake up with it feeling bad. I've gotten an ER migraine cocktail, no response so they gave me fentanyl, and still no change. I had a blood test to see if it was this one vein thing, but that came back negative. MRI is also completely normal. I'm about to see a neurologist but I feel very hopeless right now and wonder if you all have any experiences like this.
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2023.05.30 05:46 Jigglypuff2cute Is this worth calling animal control?

I don’t know if this is where I can ask but I live in California and my house is at the edge of a small town so there’s not many homes or even cars around here. One of my neighbors has lots of chihuahuas. Sometimes they do get out but I always see them at least trying to get them back. What I find troubling though is that I recently found out that none of these dogs are fixed. I come over once in awhile to gets eggs from them (they also have a chicken coop) and noticed I kept seeing different dogs. They told me that they sell puppies. They don’t bother with potty training these dogs because they plan to just sell them to whoever wants them so almost every time I go by they either have puppy poop all over the house or they’re mopping the floor because of all the poop. Every few months they ask me if I would like a puppy because they just let their dogs do it whenever they want. Last I went by they had about 8 chihuahuas and one of them is in a bathroom nursing 3 puppies. They keep them well fed with plenty of water and let them all roam around the house and their yard it’s just concerning to see the females always getting pregnant and allowing the dogs to use the bathroom inside even if they do clean it up every day. Is this something that animal control should come by and check out or will they just show up and be like “Do they have food and water? Yeah? Ok they’re good then.” ?
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2023.05.30 05:46 Janinefromfriends How I lost my bridezilla friend

Hello, this is the story of how my grup of 4 friends turned into a group of 3 thanks to Bridezilla. The group consisted of 4 girls, me (Dana), Gabby, Lilly and Lucy, it al started when Lilly got engaged and Gabby and I were so excited for her and kind of over the moon making jokes and never stop talking about the subject, we kind of felt like Lucy was jelaous but we let it go, a few weeks after guess who ends up engaged as well, yes, LUCY! We were happy for her as well. Lucy immediately asked us 3 girls to be her bridesmaids along with other 7-8 girls (girls she just met through her fiancé, her sister and SIl). Lillys wedding was going to be different and there were no bridesmaids at all, so the whole wedding planning and leading to her wedding was very different.
When Lilly told us her wedding date Lucy couldn´t handle it so went ahead and set her wedding one week before Lillys... we didn´t think much of it atm but I did felt like she was competeing or something. To give you a little context Gabby and I were on our early 20s still in Uni. Gabby was starting a beauty business and all her expenses were put into that business and school, where in my case I was paying my University tuiton with a Scholarship and by working for the school as well, my career was very expensive in tuiton and supplies as well, (needing gamer computers, art supplies, etc, every week) so all of my money was spent on school and transportation to and from School, Lillys situation was very similar, she was also in her early 20s, had just moved in with her fiancé, was paying a new car and on top of that had a whole wedding to pay for.
So I think you know where this is going. Lucy was one of my best friends so I did everything I could to support her and be there for her wedding and planning of it. Soon she started showing her bridezilla true colours. First she asked all of us bridesmaids to wear the exact same dress from a very expensive store, at the time I did not have the money so I asked her if I could make an exact copy of the dress with the help of a seamstress (it is cheaper in our country) and she said NO because she did not want to risk it being slightly different so I had to borrow money from my parents.
On the fitting day a couple of us bridesmaids were complaining about the prices and how a certain style doesn´t always fit bodies, one specifically said that she felt very uncomfrotable and she would never wear a dress like that also pay so much money for it. Bridezila wasn´t there but one of her bridesmaidezilla made sure to tell her the rumours. So that bridesmaid was UNIVITED. We were also supposed to wear the same shoes, and do our hair and makeup with the same MUA because otherwise "we could be late to the wedding" her MUA was very expensive as well. All of us had to buy the same shoes but since you guessed it they were very expensive I bought a cheaper replica of them (the dress was floor lenght so you wouldn´t even see them).
We 3 bridesmaids were invited to the bachelorette party a day before. And we were told to get there lets say 5pm, so we arrived and no one was there. The other group of bridesmaids told us to go ahead and start decorating the place, that we could help that way. We went out to buy some decorations and told the other group to text us when they were heading to the place with Bridezilla. They never texted us so when we got there bridezilla had already been surprised and we were seen as "the ones that got there late". The expected us to pay for that nights meal and again it was very expensive, more than what I would pay for in a restaurant, keep in mind I am vegan and I dont drink alcohol, there were of course no vegan options for me, so I paid more than I would´ve paid for in a fancy restaurant for salad and water.
We were kind of upset at the bridesmaids for not letting us know when they were getting there and we decided to talk to bridezilla about it, to what she responded "I am very busy to deal with that right now" and kept asking us for money to pay for her bouquet and extra money to pay for a bouquet that all of ous bridesmaids were expecting to carry. At that point I wanted to quit being a bridesmaid but I knew that ment I was going to be uninvited and I wanted to be there for my friend, I asked how much it was in total and it was bananas, overall I had spent in HER wedding more than what a month of school tuition was worth, plus I had to still pay for the hair and makeup and bouquets? I kindly asked if it was really necessary for us to do all that, and I explained my situation, she was very angry about it and said that I was not being supportive. (keep in mind I have another wedding coming up a weekend after that).
The invites came in and turnes out I only have a pass and I have to pay for my boyfriend to be there... In a wedding where there were more than 300 guests and I was one of the best friends of the bride. I again talked to Bridezila about it and she said that Lillys fiancé was invited because it was a serious relationship while mine was not. So I paid insane money for his invite.
The night before the wedding we texted bridezilla wishing her the best and also asking her what type should we be there since she stopped texting in the bridesmaids group chat since weeks ago and we were supposed to do a photoshoot while getting ready, and then with the groom etc. She replied saying that the photoshoot was canceled and we should be there on time for the ceremony only.
We got ready and showed up at the ceremony on time. The moment when I flipped was when one of the groomsmaids (idk how to say that in english, sorry) that I was very close with, as soon as he saw me asked why I hadn´t been at the photoshoot!!!!! I was like.. "I thought it was canceled" and he said no. During the wedding Bridezilla never even looked or talked to us 3 bridesmaids.
A few days after the wedding we found out through one councious bridesmaid that Bridezilla had made a new grouchat called "The cool bridesmaids" and chat there talking bad about us, saying how unsopportive we were and purposly did a photoshoot where WE her closest and best friends would not appear in. We were fuming and confronted Bridezilla about it, but againg she said she was busy planing or going to her honeymoon that she didn´t have time for us. She decided loosing her 10+ year friendship over her wedding. Later we found out that she copied exactly Gabbys business and that made Gabby lose her shit and we stopped talking to her. She moved to another state where she thought she would make friends but didnt because she doesnt work at all so she never left the house and made friends, The wedding was paid by the groom. She moved back to the city and realized that "the cool bridesmaids" are busy women and not very close to her so she lost all her friends and she reached out again to apologize saying "I am sorry even though I dont know what I did wrong" we said it was better to not be friends and now she really has no friends.
This brought us Gabby, Lilly and I closer and very happy, supportive friends (: The end
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2023.05.30 05:46 Rand0mness4 NoP: Trails of Our Hatred Ch. 4

Special thanks to u/SpacePaladin15 for allowing fanfiction and giving us Tilfish. The man gave us a canon art of the bugs, and they're rad!
I'm surprised I got this motivation in my to write this part so quickly. I think the fine comments I got motivated me pretty well. Now, I'd appreciate your thoughts and opinions on this. If its flow is smooth and feels right, let me know, I'm not usually good with dialogue.
Also, Feenstra, thank you for your kindness and support. I don't know how to respond to it, honestly, but you're a cool cat.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Marullo, Tilfish agricultural practitioner.
Date: December 2, 2136
I gripped the fabric over the side window and pushed it aside, spotting a Tilfish on the other side of the door instead of a cluster of predators. He appears rather calm, even though he's alone out in the open. My grip tightened on the blind before I tugged the door open.
"Visiting hours are closed." I stated curtly, my antennae twitching outside of my control. Formi I'm still riled up, and I want this man gone so I can dig a hole in peace. I eye the visitor sharply, not seeing any garment or air to him that would tip me off if this was a visiting politician. He's too soft to be a farmer, and I know for a fact there's no appointments he could be attending.
"Oh, uh, is this a business?" I don't even bother with a reply and give the stranger a long look, waiting for him to either acknowledge the massive emblem on the wall right above us or get on with it. He fidgets in awkward silence for a long few seconds. "Uhhh... okay, okay. Off on the wrong feeler here. I'm concerned, is all. I could hear you yelling for the past hour."
My antennae dropped slightly. "What?"
"You uh, your window was open." The stranger explained, mandibles clicking slightly in concern as I shut the door behind me and scuttled down the steps into the yard. I felt my chitin warm around my skull as I looked at the aforementioned window.
Don't tell me I broadcasted that entire conversation to the world.
Stupid sand spitters. Stupid sand spitters!
"I... am sorry for disturbing the peace." I hissed. "I had to wrangle some insubordinates into line. How much did you hear?"
"Not much. Just a lot of yelling. We could hear you from the apartments."
I dipped my head at the mention of the living block. The Regional Agriculture Advisory building was on the edge of the business and government district, and down the road was the start of a residential area. Towering buildings loomed over there, and on occasion they provided a nice view from my old office window with the setting sun reflecting off their many windows.
I was lucky that the masses were too nervous to be out and about in this sector. There was an infestation of predators in and around the capitol building, and even more outposts spread through the surrounding sectors. Being on the streets wasn't popular any more, so the normally lively road we were on was all but abandoned the past several days.
Oddly, I noticed that this stranger was very much alone. There was no swarm to keep him safe, and no vehicle in sight. On the far end of the road leading into the residential sector was a hastily erected barricade that still stood untouched by the predator's roving patrols, comprised mostly of furniture and scrap wood and metal. Looking towards the other end of the road leading towards the capitol building was a more firm barricade that surprisingly still stood, but the filthy tire tracks that cut over the sidewalk and through carefully maintained gardens and lawns told me how the predators got by. There was still nobody else in sight.
"It won't happen again. I had to enforce who's the new boss."
"The predators?"
My mandibles clacked and the stranger flinched at my snap, but stood his ground as I side eyed him intently. "No, me. I'm in charge of this operation."
"Did the predators tell you that yesterday?"
You tar sucking wretch.
The airy accusation made me clench my mandibles and feelers, and my antennae grew still. It must've encouraged the stranger to keep going.
"Because replacing our leaders with more traitorous Tilfish won't work. We're not the Venlil."
So that was what this was really about. Okay.
"You're mistaken," I began smoothly, ready to cut down this wretch with words alone. "My daughter got into trouble while I was working, and was returned to me. I've been terribly busy as you've heard in the old Advisor's place, with everything ongoing. Their visit yesterday did not pertain to my office, and any insinuation to the contrary will not be taken lightly."
"There was a boy as well. He seemed unnaturally comfortable with the beasts."
I will bury you underneath my garden.
"Your vision must be failing, because I assure you I saw no such thing under my roof."
"Good, good. We cannot have the diseased among us, no matter the times. I was wary of calling the exterminators prematurely, so I'm glad I checked in."
"The dead Exterminators?" I asked sharply, cocking my head. "Or the ones leashed to the predators?"
"..." The wretch stared at me for a long moment. "The dead ones, I suppose."
"What a shame about them, really." I drawled. "Anyways, did you have anything else on your mind you felt worth coming over this way to ask?"
"What happened to the old Advisor?"
"Dereliction of duty and cowardice. He's fled to a different system by now. For all the good that'll do him." The wretch's antennae flicked in irritation. "Now, the office is closed and I have work to do yet. Admittance is by appointment only. Good day."
The wretch didn't leave, apparently unsatisfied. We stared at each other a moment more.
"Is something else the matter?" I buzzed firmly.
"The swarm is more than capable of defending itself without the Exterminators. Don't think yourself above it's reach."
Something cold settled in my carapace. My claws itched. "Be very careful; threatening the Agricultural office is a high crime. I'm more than capable of protecting myself without the Exterminators."
A twitch from the wretch. "Is that so?"
"Don't come around my office again. Bounders are not welcome here, same as any predator."
His antennae lowered and he remained quiet, and I felt a faint trill in my chest. "Enjoy your day..."
"Eat sod." I responded sharply. I eyed the wretch as he retreated down the sidewalk, and something clicked in my mind.
Twenty paces. In twenty paces I could retrieve the gun in the lobby. You won't even see it coming.
A flicker of movement, and another Tilfish stepped out from some ornamental carvings in front of the filing office down the way, joining the wretch. I waited until the two were out of sight and long gone, arms crossed and feelers clenching my chitin as I waited even longer, before turning back to my abode and striding around to the garden.
"Marullo?" The voice above me is hesitant, and I bury my tool into the soil and look up. Tugal is above me at the lip of the hole, and I realize that I've dug way too far down. My arms hurt. My legs hurt. I don't feel like stopping, but I might hit a gas line if I keep going. I feel a flash of pity at my brother's distressed state.
"What... what happened while I was asleep? Holywood and Aegan are fighting over burning the last of our food- those Nectar Pods the predator touched. I thought we threw those out, but somehow they're back. Muttart climbed up the wall and left tracks everywhere, and he won't come down because he's still mad about last night. Cleo's locked herself in the bathroom and won't stop crying and vomiting. She searched the net for something and nobody can get through to her now. She mentioned the predator wanted something terrible from you, but that's all I could understand through the door. And you're out here destroying the gardens?"
"I was in my office all day. Food distribution is back on track for now, but who knows how long that'll last. It was stressful, and this is how I'm handling it." I began. I clacked my mandibles and ran my feelers over my antennae.
Formi, I'm filthy.
"Why destroy the gardens? And the hole?"
"The old boss's taste in décor was tacky. I'm sprucing it up. Oh! The Head of Agriculture is still with us. He approved my promotion, so I'm now the new Regional Agricultural Advisor." I rubbed at my face, my antennae twitching aggressively once more now that I'm not putting my entire focus onto tearing asunder this pathetic excuse of a garden.
"I'm making a burrow in case we need to hide the kids outside the building. I've already made two others in case we need to retreat through the back and into the next property."
"What did the predator do? Are you okay?"
I kicked at some loose soil before stretching my legs and scuttling out of the hole. I pulled myself up and fruitlessly wiped at the filth coating my carapace. "I'm not okay. Nobody is okay, or we wouldn't be here Tugal. We wouldn't need to worry about predators, or pests, or starving, or the humans, or each other if we were okay. For once, our predator didn't do anything wrong."
Tugal became alert, his mandibles clicking quietly as he waited for me to continue.
"There was a Tilfish that left the swarm. He went into one of the predator nests to talk. They didn't hurt him- the humans are too patient to eat the first ones that come to them, but after he left some witnesses told the swarm about it." How I really felt about the matter was slipping through with every single errant twitch I couldn't control. We were not supposed to be the monsters in this story. We were not supposed to be so susceptible to our wicked past. We were civilized!
I lowered my voice. "A group took him away from the city and tore him apart while he was still alive. They tried to feed him to Bark Saws, Tugal."
"Are you certain the story wasn't deception?" Tugal whispered back. "It's what they're known for."
I flicked my antennae in confirmation.
"Maybe... maybe they were defending themselves. Don't look at me like that, how they did it was sick. I hope they're screened and dealt with properly; we can't have people doing that in these times. It's no excuse. I'm just trying to understand it." Tugal stated, making my innards twist. "But these predators we're facing hunt through social deception. They're tricky, and the more of us they corrupt the more susceptible the swarm gets. That man, he could've done untellable damage. I just... I'm sorry you had to hear that. We have to stand strong against them, but we can't lose ourselves doing so."
Tugal watched me for a moment more, then gently prodded me: ", why the burrows? What else happened?"
I swallowed, my mandibles clicking repeatedly as I tried to reign in my thoughts. It was hard to speak suddenly, and I gripped my feelers until my claws started scraping into my chitin. "Where does that leave Muttart?"
Tugal flinched and his mandibles flexed. "No. Marullo, no."
"He's not afraid of them, Tugal!" I hissed quietly, feelers trembling. "He isn't! How do I help him? How long can I keep him here before he's too curious and sneaks out? What if someone sees him? What if Cleo finds out? He's not a threat: he's still a child!"
"Marullo, he'll be fine." My brother stated firmly, gripping my arms. "Nobody's going to touch him. We just need to talk to him- he doesn't understand what predators are capable of."
"And what about us?" I buzzed back. "What are we capable of? How can normal people do that?"
"It's fear, Marullo. Fear breaks us. You freeze when you're terrified. Others abandon the ones they love. Some... some fight back. Everyone goes crazy when threatened, and those people will pay for what they did."
Too many things flashed through my head at once. It felt like I was boiling.
"It's not just them, Tugal. Someone down in the residential area was watching the predators last night. He asked about him." My brother's feelers tightened on my arms, and he grew still. "They asked about me as well, and I think they believe I'm a threat. They're no different than the people that mutilated that poor man."
"How many? What did you say?"
"Two, at least. They didn't give their names. I didn't tell them anything about us. We can't trust anyone else to keep quiet. One word to the wrong person and we're all dead. Our chance at making this right dies. I told them off, but I don't think it'll be enough."
"They might come back because of that."
"What was I to say? Was I supposed to advertise that we're one of the last resistance networks left?"
My brother's grip loosened and he stepped away, antennae flicking with concern. "I can figure this out. We'll... I'll set up a watch throughout the day with the exterminators. If they're on hand if a mob shows up, one of them in their gear should dissuade any further action. They won't get to you or Muttart. You did good. Can you- please rest. Go clean up, you'll scare Holywood and Muttart."
I twitched my mandibles a few times, looking at the ruins of a once barely acceptable garden. "Let me tidy up back here. I have to order flowers and a few trees, and work on other gardens in the public view. I guess that part can wait." I tacked on quickly, trying not to flinch under Tugal's sharp gaze.
"I'll go out to the market and pick up food afterwards. We shouldn't need to worry about basic necessities."
"If you're up for it. Be watchful out there" Tugal warned softly. I appreciated his concern, and bobbed my head wordlessly. He paused a moment, and asked quietly: "How did the predator come across that crime?"
"I... I don't know."
Tugal sighed quietly. "How did it affect it?"
I paused, wondering why Tugal cared. Absently, I ducked my head in thought. "It's furious. I... I almost want to say bitter. We got into a fight over the Bark Saws, and it escalated. It's angry with me, and I need to figure out how to fix that before we lose it."
"We can try and-""
"No." I interrupt, surprising my brother. His antennae raise, and I continue. "Because I've been handing off the conversation to you and the others, we accidentally crossed it. If I had been the one to talk to it first instead of you, I could've avoided starting the argument with the Bark Saw. Cleo, Aegan, Zoil- they're hostile towards it and it believes I talk like that now. It feels threatened. I need to do this on my own and try and fix it. I can bring it back to us."
Tugal buzzed quietly, thinking. "Okay. Get yourself cleaned up first. Give it some time to calm down and go bring back some groceries. I'll talk with the others and get them back on track. I think our window to do this is closing, Marullo. If we can't get this human the risks we took will be for naught. Every other option will be riskier if this falls apart."
"I know. I won't let you down."
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2023.05.30 05:46 totganya00 25 [F4M] Let’s chat?

Hello, I’m just really looking for someone I can vibe and talk to. And maybe see if there’s a chance for it to be something serious? It’s a lazy monday for me right now and the time is so slooow. Hit me up! SFW please 🙂
About me:
• 5’5, Aries, INFP, Chubby/thicc (working out and active sa gym), I look decent and def cute 😂, has tattoos (getting my full sleeve soon).
•Working and knows how to drive
• A fan of music (send me some song recommendations pls 🥹)
• Cat lover
• Been interested in film photography lately and getting a motorcycle (Honda Rebel 1100 or YZF-R7)
• Loves to watch movies with someone
• I can really be clingy when I’m already comfortable
• My love language: Quality time, acts of service and physical touch ( I know ldr tapos physical touch pa 🥲 iyak.)

About you:
• I really don’t care about the age
• Taller than me please
• Decent looking
• Hopefully can help me carry the convo 🥲 (Introvert and minsan hirap ako mag buhat ng convo lol)
• Working and knows how to drive din sana (so we can take turns if ever umuwi ako sa PH and we go on a roadtrip together)
• A cat lover too 🥹
• Single
• Knows boundaries. Matured and Independent

(If you’re still curious about me don’t hesitate to ask. And I’m in US rn so I hope you’re okay with LDR)
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2023.05.30 05:46 Civtrix Should I change companies?

Hello Everyone,
I have been a licensed LO for about 1.7 years. I have been finishing up my Bachelor's degree and just completed it in December. Since then, I have been working full-time as an LO.
While in college, I had some experience as an LOA. I got my license early on so I could close referrals under my own name. While there, I was able to close about 7-8 loans (Not great, but ok as LOA). But, I’ve also lost deals due to my company’s overlays (about 4-5 deals that I sent elsewhere and closed). Now that I am not handling loans + classes, I have been focusing on more production and am completely self-gen. I’ve closed 5 loans YTD and have 4 more in my pipeline.
Now that I am more experienced, I realize that my current company isn't the best. Our rates are hardly competitive and management is not very helpful. Our underwriters also tend to be very harsh and seem to put so many conditions on simple cases. It seems like every file I send through I have to claw my way to get it closed. I understand that it's the underwriter's job to scrutinize. However, it doesn’t seem like my deals are able to close, even with the compensating factors I present. Ultimately, to keep the client happy, I've had to send files elsewhere to close.
I'm starting to have more scenarios that are a "we can't close this bc...." at my current place and getting told "easy file, just provide this" from other lenders. Due to this, I'm wondering if it is even worth staying at my current company. Since this is the only lender I've worked with, I’m not sure if I’d make a mistake by leaving.
What's your experience with who you work with? Are there any overlays in place? Have you come across files that you kept having to send elsewhere?
TDLR: I’m currently at a mid-sized correspondent lender. I am picking up production, but having trouble with our overlays/management. This is causing me to lose deals/production. Should I change companies or not? Where/what would you recommend?
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2023.05.30 05:46 NV001 There is no better thumbnail

As the title says. According to my experience on Youtube there are no better thumbnails. But yes, there is quality. By the quality i mean a properly designed thumbnail. A properly designed thumbnail is more attractive than a normal thumbnail. But both works. 10 months back i started making videos on a trend. Out of which my 1 video crossed 450k views. Many above 100k. I used to get 20k views in less than a hour. And ctr was about 20% which at last was 10% when video reaches its flat line. Now i made same type of videos but ctr is quite low 10% - 5%. Its all about trend. Another example. After that i made a new gaming channel. In which on very first month I crossed 440 Subscribers and 86k views on my one video. Ctr was 9% as the impression was increasing ctr was also increasing. Thumbnail was good. Now i am getting 2-5% ctr on same channel. But gaming series is different. And thumbnails are better.
But now i know its all about audiences intrest. How good your video is from inside dosen't matter. You should know how to make people click on your thumbnails.
Thats all. If wants to give tip you can..
Peace out.
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2023.05.30 05:46 a_fatal_papercut Advice for a Sacramento Newbie

Hi everyone,
I (29) recently moved here from the Northeast, and also from quite a sheltered lifestyle / environment. A big part of why I moved was to get out of that stagnant situation and try to be a more outgoing person. Another bonus is that I think I should feel more welcomed here as a gay person rather than where I was. I pretty much grew up in the woods, so populous areas like cities still make me anxious to be alone in, even thought they're usually the most diverse and accepting places to be. Currently I live outside of the city proper, but I know there's a lot to discover inside that I probably shouldn't let myself miss out on just because cities make me nervous. A lot of my interests are things like reading / writing / gaming (things I can do by myself or with friends online), but I think I'm highly curious and would try most things once. I'm really great with people, just afflicted with an introvert's customary shyness at first.
Now that I'm moved in, got a car, and a job (in Natomas), I've run out of reasons to delay putting myself out there and getting comfortable with my new home. I've been to some stores so far, and it's still wild to me just how many people there are everywhere I go, but I'll get used to that in time I'm sure. Having everything be so lively is nice for a change, and I think it's really going to help me avoid becoming too reclusive.
Anyway, I've lurked in this forum for a while and see a lot of nice people, and that's encouraging, so I thought I'd ask for some advice on how I can ease into Sacramento and feel at home, rather than it just happening to be the place I live and work in. Maybe an idea about activities or events meant for people to meet or get acquainted with the area, or advice on how to navigate driving / parking in the city, must-go places or must-avoid places, anything like that. Even a Hello is fine, I think I'm also writing this just as a re-affirmation that I need to get myself out there.
Thanks for reading and for having me! (:
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2023.05.30 05:45 SansAbility_ Welcome!

Hello everyone this is the rtcsaveme Reddit community be sure to read the rules before posting!
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