Pondering the idea of getting into CyberSecurity and am looking for advice. I am currently in the Navy with 6 months left on my contract. I have absolutely ZERO IT experience but this field is interesting. I figured i can use my GI Bill for a self paced online program to obtain all my required certificates. Then get on Linkedin and start networking. By the time i depart the Navy I could start applying. I am still quite clueless about the field and don’t know if its even in the cards for somebody with no experience. But that’s why i’m here, looking for answers.

Hello, I’m 22 M and I started working 10pm to 8:30am as a technician at a theme park and have begun to feel the drag of this type of work/lifestyle balance. I get 3 days off on the weekend but I’m asleep all day and awake all night. I mostly just spend the night playing video games watching the hours go by so I can maintain the sleep schedule so work isn’t so hard next week. Hardly see the daylight or family and have begun taking melatonin to help with sleep. I also put tin foil to cover my window before somebody told me blackout curtains exist lol. Anybody know any tips or anything I should know about working overnight?

I'd appreciate some surgical perspectives to the below case. Personally, I find it extremely unprofessional and unsafe, but having never done surgery, and I'm keen to hear from the other side of the table.
I take a resus pre-alert- 70yr female, haemodynamically unstable with frank PR bleeding, witnessed in the department. She has a DNR for a stable laryngeal cancer, but otherwise has a good QoL and minimal co-morbidities. We stabilise her, activate MHP, reverse the DOAC and bleep general surgery for review. What proceeds is 45 minutes of attempting to contact both the SpR and RSO (FY2) numerous times, with zero response.
Patient becomes more unstable, so I fast-bleep. No response and nobody appears. I attempt to contact the surgical consultant- no response either. 45 minutes after first bleep, the day SpR shows up, tells us they are in a rush for handover, and after the SBAR, states that the patient is not going to be fit for surgery, but will hand it over to the night team to review after handover. Doesn't look at the patient, examine, introduce themselves or go past the blue curtain in any way.
30 minutes later, the night surgical team show up, and do a competent job. Given her condition, they decide she isn't stable enough for surgery, we palliate, and she passes away 1hr later.
To be clear, I have no problem with the surgical decision (that's their speciality after all), but nearly 1.5hr delay in reviewing a critically unwell patient with obvious surgical pathology, without so much as a call down to find out the situation is extremely poor. I put in a Datix, and it was dismissed by the surgical consultant because the patient wouldn't have been fit for surgery on arrival, and the entire surgical team was scrubbed into theatre, and thus had no way to attend the emergency anyway.
I find the argument extremely poor. I struggle to believe that the FY2 is so critical to the operation that they can't be liberated from the table, and the fact that they didn't even get a theatre nurse to respond to the bleep to get information/explain the situation is completely inexcusable. This also ignores the fact that they had absolutely no idea what I had in resus and had no way of knowing what they were ignoring. Could just have easily been a 35yr stab victim, or 50yr ischemic bowel.
So, to my surgical colleagues- is this straight up poor care, or is there an angle I'm missing? I don't want to go to war with a speciality because I've got my ED blinders on, but I found the entire experience unprofessional and completely inconsiderate of the critically unwell patient stuck without definitive management for so long.

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I promised an update from my first post Are we too old? but I don’t see it visible. So here it is.
UPDATE:
I took my husband to the Collette Club New Orleans last Friday evening for his 60th birthday. This was the first time for both of us attending a lifestyle club. Although I did read a lot about the clubs, we made a couple of mistakes and did not get the full experience we were both hoping. However, we are planning another visit. Hopefully it will be better. Here are my thoughts.

1.  Mistake #1: We went on Friday night, which had single men. Apparently, I confused this club with another one that had single men on Sat. nights. So, that is why I chose Friday. I thought Friday nights were couples only in New Orleans. Wrong. I wasn’t a fan of that. (Will explain later.) 

2.  We followed the suggestions of others and arrived early. I believe this was mistake #2. We were one of first people to arrive. By the time we left around 12:00 (I don’t remember the exact time), the club was still not in full swing (pardon the pun). Everyone was still chatting and not even dancing. So, I thought maybe things get started later. Not sure. 

3.  The staff was super friendly and helpful. Gave us a tour and we were impressed with the cleanliness of the club. We sat at the bar and had a couple of drinks. At that time, we were the oldest couple there, but we did not feel out of place. To be honest and not to brag, but, I felt like I looked much better than some of the young women. So that gave me a lot of confidence. A little while later, another older couple arrived and sat at the bar. After some time, the couple came and talked to us. It was difficult to hear with the loud music. So they said they were headed upstairs. Hubby and I went to the restroom and then went upstairs. When we arrived in the library, there were a few couples already in the library and no place to sit and talk with this couple. So we headed to the next room, which was the theatre and started to play with each other. During this time, the woman of the older couple came up to me and asked to share phone numbers. I said sure. But then she kissed me and turned around and left. I assumed we would meet up with each other later, but we never did. Now I have no way to contact them. She did tell me that she was on Kasidie. So we joined yesterday and still can’t identify them. So bummed. I feel like we could have learned a lot from them since they have been in the lifestyle for a couple of years. Mistake #3. 

4.  After playing around a bit, my husband decided to go to a room. We just had the shear curtain closed and to my surprise, I really didn’t mind others watching. I really liked it. At one point, two guys asked if they could join. My husband said no. We are newbies and do not wish to include others in our play at this point (possibly later, but still not sure). So they did not join. However, when my husband flipped me around, the two guys were standing at the end of the bed within the curtain jerking off. This totally freaked me out. Not the jerking off part, but the within the curtain. I guess my way of thinking was that if they took the initiative to come inside once my husband said no, then I didn’t know how far they would go. Everyone says that these spaces are safe spaces, but at that point I felt a little violated. Mistake # 4. When I freaked, I asked my husband to leave. And we did without telling anyone. I know we are supposed to alert the staff of this breach, but I was a little frazzled and not thinking clearly. I thought if the couple said no then you should not invade their space. 

So, as you can see, this wasn’t the experience we were expecting. Not totally horrible, but just a live and learn type visit. We are still positive that we would like to try it again.
OH AND BY THE WAY,… I DIDN’T FEEL OLD OR OUT OF PLACE – so thanks for the words of encouragement.
Here are my thoughts on Collette New Orleans
· Staff was great!. · Atmosphere good · Music –Waayyyyyyy too loud both downstairs and in the library. DJ’s music was all remixes that never end and just continue with the same beat. No slow music to get in that loving feeling. Every once in a while you need slow dances to bring people together. · Theatre room needs the sound on low. There was no sound.

Part 1
Day 3
I woke up with Chloe cuddled up next to me in bed. Her head was resting on my chest and she was lightly snoring. I gently shifted and opened the curtains. I was preparing to be blinded by the pure white snow but I wasn’t. I didn’t see much at first as it is a window well but after I looked up it really started to seem strange. Sure it was snowing hard and there was a thick blanket of snow on the ground, but it was odd that it was still so dark outside. It almost seemed like someone had turned the brightness down if that makes sense. I checked the time on the clock just in case it was earlier in the morning than I thought but… it wasn’t the clock read 8:32 am.
“Hey… hey Chloe,” I mumbled gently, nudging her head.
“Mhmm,” She yawned, her eyes hardly open.
“Look outside, is it just me or is that strange?” I asked her pointing to the window.
“Give me a sec,” She said, reaching for her glasses on the nightstand.
She put them on and then looked out the window. She stared out the window for a minute and by the way she tilted her head I knew she was confused.
“That… that’s weird,” She said finally.
“What time is it?” She asked, turning toward me.
“8:32,” I answered.
“That’s weird then, it's almost like the sun isn’t out,” She observed getting up and fully opening the curtains to get a better look.
I got a little uncomfortable Chloe had taken meteorology for two years of high school and taken it as a minor in college. She wasn’t an expert but it still made me confused.
“Must be just a very thick cloud cover,” She said, eyeing it suspiciously.
I could tell she was a little nervous so I got up and put an arm around her.
“It’ll be okay the storm will pass in like a day or two anyways,” I said mustering my most encouraging voice.
She smiled at me and leaned into me: “I know, I just can’t help but worry sometimes you know.”
“Yeah I do,” I said.
It was right then when we were staring out that window that what my dad said yesterday began creeping back up into my mind. They’ll escape from the lab… they’ll kill you… the creatures will kill you!
“Who’s the creatures? What lab?” I thought to myself.
“What babe?” Chloe asked, looking up at me.
“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to say that out loud, just something Dad had told me in his ramblings when he called me at the store last night,” I explained.
She nodded, “Well I wouldn’t take anything from him, he’s just a nut job,” she said, “I’m glad you're more like your mom than him.”
She gave me a cute little smile after that and I just smiled back.
I made my way upstairs and saw Gretchen and her boys were already having breakfast. Cinnamon toast crunch for the boys and Gretchen had made herself some pancakes and bacon.
“Any more?” I asked her motioning towards her plate.
“Yep, in the kitchen,” She said, pointing towards it.
“Thanks, sis!” I smiled.
She nodded and I got me and Chloe's plates put together. I then set my plate at the table and hers at the seat next to me, and then began eating. After a couple of minutes, Chloe walked in. Her eyes fell on the plate sitting next to mine.
“Thanks, babe,” She smiled, taking a seat in the chair and beginning to eat as well.
“Mommy, can we go play with the puppies outside?” Alan asked, giving her a big smile.
“Yes, just go put your coats on,” She said, giving Alan and Aaron a sweet little smile.
“Ok mommy,” They both said excitedly running off to their room.
“Alby why don’t you join your brothers,” She suggested giving him a look.
Alby who had his head in a book as always sighed and walked off to the room after his two brothers.
“Hey Chloe, does that blizzard look concerning to you?” Gretchen asked her the moment the boy's bedroom door closed.
Chloe looked outside again. The snow wasn’t falling that heavy at the moment.
“Yeah seems fine I’d have them come inside if it picks up anymore though,” Chloe explained after swallowing a large chunk of her pancake.
“No I mean look how dark it is,” Gretchen motioned outside.
“Oh, yeah me and Joey were talking about that earlier, just seems like a very thick cloud cover, but I’d keep an eye on them,” Chloe explained.
“I’ll keep two eyes,” Gretchen said as the three boys came out of the room wearing their big blue coats and boots.
They all hurried outside with the three dogs following quickly behind them. May and Moore jumped around with them in the snow while Herman looked like he was patrolling the backyard which wasn’t unordinary, but it was however odd to see how fixed his eyes were on the forest.
“Think he sees something?” Gretchen asked, sounding concerned.
“Probably a deer,” I suggested.
Grethen nodded and her concerns seemed to dissipate quickly.
I came back upstairs now changed into a flannel and jeans, and looked over to see the boys still outside playing. Chloe still sat at the table now with her laptop in front of her, and Gretchen was staying near the window to keep an eye on the boys.
“Any internet?” I asked while walking up to Chloe.
She let out a defeated sigh, “Nothin…” She was cut off by a distant pop sound, followed quickly by another, and then a third, then a fourth, it was silent again. I stood still and I knew that sound.
“Those were gunshots,” I said quickly, “I’m going to go check it out, and see what’s going on.”
“What? Babe stay here, it is not safe outside,” Chloe reasoned.
“Yes, which is why I need to go. Say that person was firing at a bear and now they're hurt and have no way to call help or something. I should go just in case.” I explained.
“And I’ll bring the rifle,” I added in an attempt to calm Chloe's nerves.
Gretchen moved from her spot at the window and was now calling the boys and dogs inside. I made my way downstairs and grabbed the rifle, my winter gear, and a pair of old satellite phones.
I then hurried back upstairs where Chloe now stood by the door worried.
“Chloe before I go I want to see if these will work,” I said, handing her one of the phones.
Her face lit up at it, it seemed the prospect of me being able to communicate with her calmed her nerves.
I pressed the little button and then talked into the phone, I heard although scratchy my voice then came from her phone.
“Ok, now test yours,” I told her.
She said hi to hers, then I heard her voice come faintly out of my phone.
“Alright, it works,” I said, happy that I wouldn’t have to face whatever was happening alone.
“Be safe,” She said, giving me a big hug.
Then Gretchen ran over and joined in followed then by Alan and Aaron.
“Be safe uncle,” Alan said, giving me a big smile.
“I will,” I said to all of them. “Is mom still sleeping?” I asked Gretchen quickly.
She nodded then I kissed Chloe goodbye and walked off into the blizzard. The snow of course had started to pick up significantly making my field of view almost nothing. I looked around at the other houses and saw nothing. No lights, no movement, no signs of life. It was then that I really realized how many people had left town. We were the only ones left on the street. I slowly made my way in the direction I’d heard the gunshots.
Bzzzzz… “Hey you ok,” Chloe asked through the phone.
“Wow, checking on me already, someone's needy,” I joked.
She let out a slight giggle, “Be safe,” She said.
“I will,” I said then Bzzzz… and she was gone again.
I continued onward when another faint sound broke through the sounds of the wind. It was some sort of screech or scream. I couldn’t entirely tell because it was so faint. I unslung the rifle from my shoulder and held it out ahead of me. Both the scream screech and gunshots came from the direction of the store. I felt my heart thumping through my chest as I got closer to the gas station. I gripped the rifle tighter as I took one step at a time, and I slowly made my way forward. I felt sweat begin to build on my temples despite the cold. My entire body began to shake, and I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. Calm down, calm down. I thought. I took slow deep breaths then started walking again.
I looked around to see where I was, but the snow was falling so hard that I could hardly see ahead of me. I squinted and thought I saw distant lights. I kept the rifle ahead and cautiously hurried towards them, as I got closer I realized that the sun had caught a slight gap through the storm and glinted the light perfectly off the back of a car. I sighed and kicked the snow in frustration.
Bzzzz… “Hey babe, do you know what happened?” Chloe's worried voice cut through my moment of frustration.
“I don’t know… I still haven’t made it over there, I got a little turned around.” I told her.
She paused for a second like she was thinking of something, “BABE! Your satellite should have a built-in GPS.”
I looked at the large phone and saw a small digital screen showing our neighborhood, which had two red dots on it. One was in our house and the other was two houses down in someone's driveway.
I chuckled, “Babe I only moved like two houses down, I must’ve been walking in circles.”
She burst out laughing, “Thank goodness I called you, make sure not to hang up because then the GPS shuts off,” She instructed.
“Understood, thanks, babe!” I said.
I walked slowly for another 15 minutes or so before just about a block from the store the signal was lost. I swore and angrily kicked the ground again. It’s ok. I thought you were only a block away.
I moved to the sidewalk so I could use the signs and mailboxes as markers that I was still walking straight. Then finally the store was in view. Carl’s car was the only car in the parking lot and I noticed a large scratch on the side, and one of the windows was shattered. I also noticed shelves had been moved against the windows and doors. I walked over and loudly knocked on the glass door. I saw eyes peeking through the glass and I pulled my scarf down to show my face. Carl moved the small shelf in front of the door and let me in.
I walked inside and he gave me a look towards the rifle.
“I heard gunshots,” I said.
“Oh…” I saw a dark scared look in his eyes.
“What happened?” I asked, looking into the man's eyes.
“Well, I saw something outside near the car. I thought it was a deer or something so I gave it no mind until I heard a metal scraping sound and then the car window shattered. I pulled my gun out from under the counter and made my way toward the door and cracked it open. I yelled a few times but it didn’t run so I poked my head out to get a better look. It wasn’t a deer. I didn’t get a good look. I just know it didn’t look friendly so I shot at it four times and it ran off into the blizzard. I know I hit it at least three times but it didn’t bleed. I… I’m scared.” He told it with a fear on his face that looked out of place.
“To be honest I’m surprised you even made it here without getting attacked.” He admitted.
“Did it screech at some point?” I asked, nervous about what the answer would be.
“Yeah, actually it did, a couple of minutes after I shot at it I heard something screech and I thought I could faintly see it through the falling snow.” He explained.
I nodded, “I need to get back home,” I said a new sense of urgency within me.
“I’m not letting you go back outside with that bulletproof monster thing on the loose,” Carl ordered, getting in between me and the door.
“I’m not staying while a bulletproof monster thing is loose in the neighborhood and can go attack my family at its whim,” I growled loud and sternly even though I didn’t entirely believe his story.
I pulled out the satellite phone and tried to call Chloe again. Nothing. I looked outside and saw that the blizzard had picked up considerably.
I let out a sigh: “I don’t think that blizzard will let me go home.”
Carl let out a sigh of relief and showed me to the small break room and let me take a seat at the table.
“Everything going well over at your house?” He asked.
“Good, enjoying the break of things,” I said, giving him a smile.
“I wish it was a break,” Carl signed, “I’ve been hearing strange things in the blizzard for days.”
“What sorts of things?” I asked.
“Screams, screeches, howls, and all sorts of unholy things. Sounds to me like the devil himself is out there.” He growled.
“Strange, very strange. How’s your family?” I asked, trying to change the subject to something less crazy.
“Fine, they haven’t really noticed that anything is wrong, I mostly hear the noises when I’m outside.” He explained. “What about your family?”
“Good, we didn’t even know anything was wrong until I heard the gunshots today.”
“Probably, because you're so far from the center.”
“What?”
“Well whatever animal is in town that attacked my car, seems to be dwelling mostly in the center of town.”
“How do you know that?” I asked not really believing him but still curious.
“From everyone who has come into the store in the past 3 days. I haven’t been the first to see whatever it is.” He explained in such a way that I almost wanted to believe him.
“Have any other vehicles or things been damaged?” I inquired trying to pry more at the information this man clearly held.
“Bob said something about his shed being broken in too but not much else. I’d ask Bob for more information but he was so drunk he could hardly tell me that.”
“I wouldn’t trust a thing Bob says especially when he’s drunk like that,” I told him.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t have if I wasn’t getting strange news from more trustworthy people.”
“Fair…”
Ka-Thunk! The loud noise of the store's door opening interrupted our chat.
“Carl, are you in here? You ok?” A man's familiar voice yelled into the store.
Carl walked out of the room and out to where the man was.
“Yes I’m ok…” Carl began before the man interrupted him.
“I heard gunshots, what happened?” He asked.
“Here come sit down and I’ll tell you,” Carl instructed as he walked the man into the room.
I recognized the man the moment he walked in, his name was Fred Garrison. Fred was tall and bulky with a large brown beard and always wore a baseball cap. The cap he wore today was red and white and clearly worn with age.
“Howdy Joey,” He greeted in his thick Southern accent.
“Hi Fred, how are you doing?” I asked.
“Good, good, just want to know why Carl was shooting his gun like a demon from hell was after him.” He said motioning to Carl.
Carl then told Fred the same story he told me. Fred listened the entire time but looked and sounded even more disbelieving than I had.
“Carl, you realize I was joking when I said something about a demon from hell, I’m supposed to believe that some monster thing was lurking outside your store and scratched your car.” He yelled in frustration.
“I wasn’t saying it was a monster, I’m just saying that deer die after they get shot four times,” Carl said giving Fred a frustrated look.
“Ugh, Joey do you believe this bull crap?” He yelled, turning to face me.
I thought about what exactly to say, and maybe I stopped to think if I actually believed Carl then finally I spoke; “Fred I’ve known Carl for most of my life and the man has never once lied to me, do I think what scratched his car was a monster? No, but I also trust this man, and I think there may have been a very strange-acting deer in front of the store, and maybe Carl thought he had better aim than he did.”
Fred huffed then finally seemed to relent; “Well if there ain’t anything wrong imma leave.” Fred said standing up and walking out of the room.
Carl hurried after him; “Fred, I don't want you to leave. The weather is really bad right now.”
Carl motioned to the snow which was falling so fast and in such vast quantities that it made seeing anything outside of the store impossible. Fred grumbled again and after a small argument he finally relented and we all went to sit back down at the table.
After half an hour or so the snow finally slowed down and started falling like slow small flakes.
“Alright, it’s as safe as it’s going to be if you want to leave,” Carl said, poking his head into the room.
“Thank you!” I said, smiling at him.
He nodded and I pulled out the phone.
Bzzzz… “Chloe, are you there?” I asked, trying not to let my worry show.
“Joey, thank goodness you're ok! What happened?” She asked, sounding a little nasally like she’d been crying.
“I’ll tell you when I get back but yes I’m ok,” I explained quickly, and then before Carl could object I left the store with my rifle slung over my back.
I started walking back to the house. It was slow work and now there was an additional four or five inches of snow which only made the task harder.
“You ok?” Chloe asked after a couple of minutes.
I brought the phone to my head and responded: “Yeah I’m ok just a lot more snow on the ground now.” I said.
“Are you almost home?” She asked.
“Yeah just down the street,” I said.
“Ok,” She said.
Bzzz… and she hung up. I kept walking forward, my eyes locked on the house when she walked out holding the other rifle and ran over to hug me when she saw me.
Day 7
I woke up almost the same way as the days before except Chloe wasn’t there with me. In a panic, I sat up quickly and called her name: “Chloe!”
“I’m right here dummy,” She said from the window.
I looked over and saw her standing in front of it.
“I thought I saw something weird but I can’t get a good look because it’s a window well.” She said, giving me a look of defeat.
I got up and looked through the window well. You couldn’t see much because of the snow and the way the window well was, but it looked like something was walking around in the front yard. Me and Chloe changed quickly then made our way upstairs and to the window looking out front. It was hard to tell through the foggy window and falling snow but we were able to see large sewer lid-sized spiders crawling about. I jumped back in shock and Chloe let out a small squeal.
“What kind of satan spawn are those things?” Chloe sputtered out, a terrified look on her face.
I looked closer, not responding, and this is when I realized although their resemblance was similar to spiders they were not spiders. There seemed to be two distinct types of them: one type resembled large slug-like things with 8 long spider-like legs. It also possessed a long but narrow head; its head almost looked like an arrow point. The other type was much nastier looking. They possessed eight legs covered in serrated spines. Their bodies resemble closely to wasp bodies with a large raised abdomen that brandished a massive stinger. I saw they were surrounding a large dog. It wasn’t ours it looked like our neighbors, the Garrisons, a black lab named Blue. The dog started barking out in an attempt to scare them away, but it was a dozen or so spider things against one dog.
Finally, after a while, the dog reached down to try and bite one of them but it jumped up and stung the dog in the face. The dog began to yelp and shook the thing off, but I could tell immediately that the stinger had hit its mark. The dog looked weaker and another stinger stung it, then another, then another, they all began stinging it until it collapsed. The dog still tried to fit but there was no use. It seemed to be paralyzed. It was one last whimper before one of the slugs walked up to the dog's mouth and started crawling inside shedding its long legs in the process. The dog let out this horrible retching choking bark sound. Chloe let out a small sob as the slug fully went down the dog's throat and then disappeared. The dog gave one final whimper before it went silent. Then the stinger spiders around it began webbing up the body. I was impressed by how quickly they were able to do so in under a minute the body was covered in a thick webbing. After which the spiders dragged it away and disappeared into the blizzard.
I looked over and saw how horrified Chloe was, her normally pretty face was twisted into an expression of fear and disgust.
“What in h-e double hockey sticks?” She finally said.
“What happened, why are the dogs barking?” Gretchen yawned as she stepped out of her bedroom.
Her face turned more concerned when she saw me and Chloe's disgusted face. Then before I could explain what had happened a few of them made their way back over and started inspecting the house then one of us made a sound or something and it jumped at the window. I pulled the blinds down and quietly whispered for Gretchen and Chloe to get the kids and my mom downstairs. In the meantime, I rushed downstairs also and grabbed the rifle. I sat upstairs for a second looking through the windows to try and see the things but it seemed wherever I was they weren’t, and in a mix of defeat and fear I went downstairs and joined my family. I set the rifle down on the couch and hugged Chloe close to me.
We all huddled on the floor listening. We heard scratching sounds on the doors and then windows. I held my breath but nothing shattered. Then the sounds moved from the walls to the roof. They scurried around up there in a seemingly never-ending attempt to find access to our house. Then suddenly Herman let out one solitary defensive bark. It was deep and intimidating but I knew it was likely the end if I didn’t stop him. I started to stand up but Chloe grabbed my hand, she looked terrified, but I knew I had to stop Herman so I squeezed her hand and then let go.
I quietly made my way upstairs and saw Herman standing guard by the back door. I pulled my revolver from my belt and slowly made my way over to him. The slight creaks in the old wood floor sounded like sirens signaling my location. After a minute I wrapped a hand around his collar and started scanning the room for May and Moore. I saw their booth huddled on the coach whimpering quietly. I called them over and hesitantly they came then I led the three dogs downstairs and just as I took the last step down. SCREECH!!
It came from upstairs and it sounded angry and in pain. I hurried back upstairs with Chloe hot on my heels despite what I’d told her. I peeked into the living room from the stairs and saw a slug running around the room engulfed in flames. It was leaving a trail of small sparks and ashes behind it and for a moment I wasn’t sure what to do. I figured I’d miss if I shot at it so I ran over to try and grab it. Meanwhile, I saw Chloe dart for the back door.
CRASH! One of the windows shattered and several of the stingers jumped into the house, and before I could stop it one of them jumped onto my back. I screamed and reached back trying to grab it but I felt a sharp pain in my hand. Herman emerged from the basement and almost immediately jumped onto me and with a loud crunch it was dead. I started to feel a little dizzy but tried to help. There were still six spiders in the house, and Chloe stood by the back door trying to get a shot at one of them with the rifle. The stingers continued to run around the floor and I felt another jab its stinger into my ankle. I looked over at the disgusting thing, picked it up by its legs and threw it into another stinger. BANG! The stinger I’d thrown and the one it’d landed on both exploded in a mess of yellow-greenish slop. There were still four stingers and at this point the flaming slug had curled up in a ball on the floor. I had an idea and I sprinted for the fireplace grabbing the fire pick. As I suspected, two of the stingers followed and I skewered them both with the fire pick. The last two scurried in the corner almost like they were planning when BANG! One of them exploded into another mess of slop and the last one made a rush for Herman, but in a surprisingly quick movement for the big dog he pinned the stinger's legs onto the ground with his paw and proceeded to eat the stinger.
We all stood there for a second breathing heavily when my eyes met the small fire around the dead slug. I dropped the fire pick, grabbed a blanket from the couch, and used it to quickly snuff the fire.
“Is everything ok up there?” Gretchen asked, very concerned.
“Y...” I tried to say but I started to feel loopy.
I started to shake and stumble and I remembered the two stings they’d gotten on me, then suddenly I remembered nothing.
My eyes opened slowly and at first I didn’t see much but my vision quickly cleared and I saw Gretchen looking over me.
“Wh… what happened?” I stammered out.
I was in such a daze that I could hardly remember it.
“Those spider, bug, whatever stung you a few times. I was worried it had really hurt you.” Gretchen said, giving me a hug.
I sat up and felt the pain in my back and in my foot.
“Where’s everyone else?” I asked.
“Mom and Chloe are both cleaning upstairs, and the boys are just down the hall.” She explained.
I stood up and wobbled a little, but walked over to the stairs.
“Joey!” Gretchen called after me, “You're probably sick, you need to lie down.” She tried to order me.
“No I’m going to go help clean so mom doesn’t have to,” I told her.
Gretchen let out a frustrated huff then I walked up the stairs. I turned down the hall and saw the mess that was in the living room. The parts and slop that were many of the bugs were still everywhere. I looked over to the shattered window and saw the glass had been cleaned up, and the window had been covered by a large piece of plywood. My mom walked out of the kitchen with a broom and dustpan.
“Sweetie you’re ok,” She yelled with excitement hurrying over and giving me a hug.
I hugged her back and we stood there for a second.
“Do you feel ok?” She asked, looking up at me.
“I’m fine mom, where’s Chloe?” I asked.
“She’s checking to make sure nothing outside was damaged,” My mom said.
I immediately felt a mix of frustration and worry fill me and I hurried for the back door yelling, “You let her go outside alone!”
I immediately followed her fresh boot prints through the snow and around the side of the house. I saw her standing there looking at a group of scratches from the spiders, the rifle slung by her side. I let out a slight noise and in one quick motion, she turned toward me with the rifle aimed right at my face. As soon as she saw it was me she ran over and tried to hug me but I was already hurrying her inside. I didn't want to be out there any longer than we needed to be.
Day 10
I sat by the window watching the outside as I had before when I saw something large and dark dart down the street followed by two smaller ones. The largest looked to be about the size of a horse while the other two were about the size of a deer. They looked so off though, especially the big one. It almost looked like it had six legs, but it was so hard to tell through the snow.
I gasped at the monstrous look of the creatures: that’s probably what Carl saw I thought. Then in a slight panic, I grabbed the blinds and pulled them down. I quietly hushed the boys and had everyone go downstairs. I sat at the foot of the stairs, rifle in hand, but nothing happened.
Day 11
Pop! Pop! Those two gunshots were what woke me up early that morning. I sat up in a panic and almost immediately put the situation together. Those gunshots were from the store, from Carl's revolver, and they were likely his last two because he’d fired four the last time I heard it and his model of revolver could fit 6 rounds.
I got up and immediately started throwing my winter gear on. Chloe also sat up with a worried look on her face.
“You can’t be going out there,” She said, sounding much more worried now.
“Babe, I need to make sure he’s ok. I’m not leaving him to die.” I said defiantly.
“Well, I’m not letting you go out there to die… unless I go with you. You’re a terrible shot!” She yelled, getting very upset.
“Ok, then get your gear on,” She nodded and we both got ready quickly.
After I was fully dressed I walked over to the gun safe we had in the hall and began to peruse. Along with the revolver and two rifles, we also owned a long-barreled 12 gauge shotgun, a semi-automatic rifle, and another hunting rifle with a heat view mode on the scope. I grabbed the 12 gauge and walked back into the room handing Chloe the sniper rifle. I heard light footsteps and looked down the hallway to see Gretchen descending the stairs. She walked over and met me by the doorway.
“Are you leaving?” She asked, looking like she already knew the answer.
“Yes, Chloe is coming as back-up,” I explained looking over at Chloe who was now loading the sniper rifle.
“Bring mom and the kids down here while we're gone, and keep one of the rifles on you,” I ordered and she nodded running upstairs.
After a few more quick and tense minutes we were standing by the door with all our winter gear, the two guns, and headlamps. I waited next to Chloe as she showed Gretchen how to use the satellite phone.
“I love you, be safe,” Gretchen said, giving me a big hug.
I hugged her back trying not to cry, “Will be back in 30 minutes max,” was all I could say.
“You keep him safe,” Gretchen ordered as she hugged Chloe.
“He’d die without me,” Chloe joked.
Then we both walked out the front door and into the snowy night. It was so dark out darker than I’d ever seen it before, and now the snow was deep almost up to our waists. Luckily we had snow shoes that made us sink only halfway up our shins. I walked ahead with the shotgun out and ready, and Chloe stood behind me navigating our way through the dark snowy night.
The cold wind chilled us to the bone as we continued. I could tell Chloe was scared, I was too but I didn’t say anything. We slowly continued our way through the blizzard, not giving up despite its relentless attacks. Each footstep was another loud crunch that seemed to me as loud and obvious as nails on a chalkboard, but nothing seemed to hear it or if they did they just didn’t care. I just kept praying and hoping that Carl was ok and that it was just like last time, but something in my gut knew the man was probably long dead.
Off in the distance over the howling wind, I thought I heard something. Maybe a scream or a yell I wasn’t sure but it sounded human. Then again but this time it was fainter and I could tell it came from the same direction as the store. I hurried forward even faster with Chloe grabbing the back of my coat to keep up.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour we arrived in front of the store. It looked like it had gone through hell and back. I saw the car that had been parked out front was now tipped over and extremely beat up, but even more so was the store. Every single window was shattered and the shelves that had been blocking them were completely ripped apart. As we walked up to our feet began making crunching sounds as each step was on shards of broken glass. Then we were at the door and I took a deep breath thinking of everyone I’d ever loved. I turned around and gave Chloe a big tight hug then I raised the gun and kicked the door open. Silence. Nothing happened and I walked with little hindrance into the destroyed store. Food and junk and wood and glass. It was everywhere, and then there was blood. A large trail of blood led into one of the backrooms. Chloe noticed too and she let out a small gasp. I motioned for her to stay then I slowly walked into the room. Blood covered the entire floor; the table that had once been there was now a shattered mess of splinters. It looked like a tornado had come through and thrown everything around, but I saw the doorway from this breakroom to the other. I thought I heard a faint sound there. In one swift motion, I kicked open the door with the gun raised and saw what was inside.
This section of the building was a small area where truckers or travelers who had nowhere to stop could stay. Essentially it was a small hostel, and it was divided into two rooms. The first room, the one I’d entered was a large room double the size of a classroom. It had four rows of bunk beds with 5 bunk beds on each row. It was a bit excessive, yes but it got Carl much-needed revenue. The other room directly to the right of me was the shower room, a long tiled room with 8 shower stalls and a wall of lockers.
The bunk room was absolutely torn apart. Feathers littered the ground along with shreds of fabric. Multiple of the beds had been completely toppled over and one that seemed to have been thrown lie in a shattered mess on the other side of the room. Another few bore large scratch marks far larger than what the stingers or slugs could’ve produced. It again like the first two sections of the store looked like a tornado had gone through and torn everything to bits. After my assessment of the room, I looked down to see the blood trail leading into the shower room. This room was just as bad as the others with almost all the stall doors knocked off their hinges and the lockers completely pulled out of the wall. This is when I heard a horrible sound. The sound of flesh being torn and ripped and consumed. It was horrible to hear and even more so because it was happening in one of the stalls closest to me. I turned and my light illuminated a large thing the size of a large deer ripping into the body of Carl.
It looked horrible; it had four long spindly dog-like legs with four large paw feet that ended in large talons. Its body was weird and slimy with a large back abdomen that looked like it was swelling. Right as the body connected with the neck two more oversized arms sat. Its entire body seemed to be covered in a bony exoskeleton with small gaps around the joints, stomach, and face. They were much longer than the legs and brandished large talons the size of steak knives at the end. It hardly had a neck and its head was small with a horrible-looking mouth that brandished massive carnassials and canines. Its head overall was fairly small and round. Its lower jaw split into two down the middle looking like large mandibles, but the most disturbing part of the face was the eyes. There were 4 and they were brown and very mammalian looking but worst of all I recognized those eyes. Just days ago those eyes looked into mine as the slug went down its throat. Somehow Blue the black lab had turned into this thing.
The moment I walked in the creature turned around and its eyes met mine. It let out a screech that chilled me to the bone and then lunged for me BANG! I was momentarily stunned and I couldn’t hear the ringing in my ears. Then everything came back into vision and the creature was hunched back clearly also stunned. I took advantage of this and started running, but then my foot slipped in the blood and I crashed to the floor. Searing pain ran into me and it felt like a sledgehammer had been slammed into my face. I started to stand when the pain from the rest of my body kicked in, but I remembered the creature, got up, and kept running. I ran into the bunk room slamming straight into Chloe.
“Wha…” She started to ask when the creature came screeching into the room.
Not having time to run I pulled her behind a bunk. I saw the horror in her eyes and I just shushed her. The creature slowly walked around looking for us. I noticed that it walked on its four legs with its big arms folded into its chest like a praying mantis. It took a step in our direction and Chloe raised the rifle and aimed. Bang! This gun, especially compared to the shotgun, was almost nothing in noise, but I saw the bullet hit the creature right in the chest. It let out a loud screech but one more of anger rather than pain. It then started sprinting right for us. I thought about shooting again but figured that wouldn’t do anything so I turned my headlamp on and threw it to the other side of the room. It slammed into the wall and then shattered on the linoleum floor, and the creature immediately turned and started running for it. I grabbed Chloe’s hand and hurried toward the doorway with her just as I heard the creature screech in frustration.
Me and Chloe sprinted through the snow. She was leading the way with her headlamp while I followed behind with my shotgun out ready to shoot if I had to, and in my head, I was screaming to myself for grabbing a shotgun instead of the semi-automatic. I had one more shot before I had to reload so I was determined to make it count. In the snow behind us, I heard the creature's angered screeches as it ran toward us. I stopped and turned around aiming the shotgun.
I could tell without even looking at her that Chloe was terrified. To be fair I was too. Then with one more screech, it appeared on the edge of the light growling and hissing at us. I noticed it was dripping a thick liquid onto the ground that appeared to be blood. Good, it does bleed which means it can die. I thought, and that greatly increased my confidence. Then it made its charge. It was smarter than I gave it credit for because it ran in a zig-zag and the one round Chloe fired completely missed. Then it lunged towards me and one of its large mantis arms slashed deep into my leg right below the knee. I let out a scream and fell to the ground. Then before I could react its teeth were beginning to rip at my back. Bang! Chloe’s first shot got the thing's attention and it moved its mouth from my body. Bang! The second shot right through one of its praying mantis arms, and Bang! The third shot hit it dead in the forehead but its exoskeleton took all the damage. The creature jumped over me and ran towards Chloe who was only about 6 feet away. I watched my whole world begin to fall apart when it jumped on top of her. I saw her struggling to keep its jaws away from her face, and suddenly nothing else seemed to matter but her. I didn’t care if I would die as long as she was safe.
I stood up despite the searing pain in my leg and made a snowball in my left hand.
“HEY JACKWAD!” I screamed at the thing and then threw a snowball for good measure.
Its attention turned back towards me and it sprinted back and jumped onto me knocking me to the ground before I could land a shot. It pinned my right hand holding the shotgun to the ground while I tried to fight its lashing head off with my left. I felt its claws digging into my arms and legs and its arms were unfolding as a likely attempt to kill me, but I never saw what it was about to do because that’s when I executed my plan. I noticed that its bleeding leg was the one holding the gun down so I put all my strength into moving that arm and managed to get it out from under. Then CRUNCH! Its mouth bit down on my left hand and wrist. It opened its mouth and was about to close it to sever my hand, but in a quick motion I wedged the shotgun into its mouth, and BANG!!!!!

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Happy Monday WarhammerCompetitive. Another week, another meta report and this week there has been a reshuffling at the top of the meta. It was a very busy week for GTs in addition to the world teams event. I don't cover teams events here but it seems like a large chunk of the community was playing AoS this past weekend.
Methodology:
-All data is compiled from BCP
-Only 2000 point individual events are included
-Events with 5+ rounds must have a minimum of 12 players
-Events with 3-4 rounds must have a minimum of 8 players
-Events must have submitted lists
This Week's Events:
2d6 OsloHammer 4: Best of the Worst (22 Players)

Flesh-eater Courts 5-0 Soulblight Gravelords 4-1 Skaven 3-1-1 Soulblight Gravelords 3-1-1 Maggotkin on Nurgle 3-1-1 

Quest of Champions Heat 3 (42 Players)

Blades of Khorne 5-0 Blades of Khorne 4-1 Blades of Khorne 4-1 Kharadron Overlords 4-1 Fyreslayers 4-1 Blades of Khorne 4-1 Soulblight Gravelords 4-1 Soulblight Gravelords 4-1 

Straight Edge Wargaming GT #2 (12 Players)

Soulblight Gravelords 5-0 Slaves to Darkness 4-1 

US Open Kansas City Age of Sigmar Grand Tournament (16 Players)

Kharadron Overlords 5-0 Soulblight Gravelords 4-1 Slaves to Darkness 4-1 

2023 AoS Bugeater GT (32 Players)

Skaven 5-0 Maggotkin on Nurgle 4-1 Soulblight Gravelords 4-1 Slaves to Darkness 4-1 Soulblight Gravelords 4-1 Skaven 3-1-1 

Death & Destruction GT (17 Players)

Blades of Khorne 5-0 Stormcast Eternals 4-1 

Texas Master's GT (33 Players)

Soulblight Gravelords 5-0 Ossiarch Bonereapers 4-1 Soulblight Gravelords 4-1 Gloomspite Gitz 4-1 Blades of Khorne 4-1 

Armed Forces Day 6 AoS (49 Players)

Ossiarch Bonereapers 5-0 Kharadron Overlords 4-1 Ossiarch Bonereapers 4-1 Blades of Khorne 4-1 Orruk Warclans 4-1 Sylvaneth 4-1 Kharadron Overlords 4-1 Beasts of Chaos 4-1 Ogor Mawtribes 4-1 Kharadron Overlords 3-1-1 

Texas Master's Open (18 Players)

Ossiarch Bonereapers 5-0 Lumineth Realm-Lords 4-1 Seraphon 4-1 Beasts of Chaos 3-1-1 

Weekly Army Power Rankings (GT Results Only, minimum 5 players):
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Rank	Last Week	Army		4-Week Win %
1	7	Kharadron Overlords	Barak-Zilfin	65.7%
2	10	Ossiarch Bonereapers	Mortis Praetorians	62.9%
3	1	Kharadron Overlords	Barak-Urbaz	60.3%
4	8	Sylvaneth	Oakenbrow	60.0%
5	5	Soulblight Gravelords	Legion of Blood	59.7%
6	9	Blades of Khorne	Reapers of Vengeance	59.5%
7	4	Ossiarch Bonereapers	Petrifex Elite	57.0%
T-8	--	Gloomspite Gitz	Glogg's Megamob	56.3%
T-8	--	Soulblight Gravelords	Legion of Night	56.3%
T-8	3	Soulblight Gravelords	Vyrkos Dynasty	56.3%

Dropped: Hedonites of Slaanesh - Pretenders Host, Blades of Khorne - Bloodlords
Top 5 Factions (GT Results Only):

Faction	4-Week Win %
Blades of Khorne	60.2%
Kharadron Overlords	58.8%
Soulblight Gravelords	58.7%
Flesh-Eater Courts	56.0%
Fyreslayers	55.0%

GT Faction Summary Table:

Faction	# Of Players	Wins	Games	#X-0/X-1	Weekend Win %	Event Wins	4-Week Win %	4-Week Event Wins
Beasts of Chaos	9	20	44	2	45.5%	0	48.6%	0
Blades of Khorne	14	46	70	7	65.7%	2	60.2%	2
Cities of Sigmar	4	7	20	0	35.0%	0	28.9%	0
Daughters of Khaine	1	1	5	0	20.0%	0	29.5%	0
Disciples of Tzeentch	5	8	25	0	32.0%	0	40.0%	2
Flesh-Eater Courts	1	5	5	1	100.0%	1	56.0%	1
Fyreslayers	5	14	25	1	56.0%	0	55.0%	1
Gloomspite Gitz	14	29	69	1	42.0%	0	48.6%	0
Hedonites of Slaanesh	10	18	47	0	38.3%	0	51.3%	2
Idoneth Deepkin	1	1	5	0	20.0%	0	41.8%	0
Kharadron Overlords	14	38	69	5	55.1%	1	58.8%	2
Lumineth Realm-Lords	7	18	35	1	51.4%	0	44.7%	1
Maggotkin of Nurgle	9	21	41	3	51.2%	0	45.1%	0
Nighthaunt	6	13	29	0	44.8%	0	47.1%	0
Ogor Mawtribes	16	40	80	1	50.0%	0	47.2%	1
Orruk Warclans	15	32	73	1	43.8%	0	38.6%	0
Ossiarch Bonereapers	18	51	90	4	56.7%	2	55.0%	3
Seraphon	7	15	34	2	44.1%	0	45.3%	0
Skaven	13	28	63	3	44.4%	1	47.7%	2
Slaves to Darkness	12	28	57	3	49.1%	0	45.9%	1
Sons of Behemat	4	8	20	0	40.0%	0	48.1%	0
Soulblight Gravelords	31	85	151	11	56.3%	2	58.7%	3
Stormcast Eternals	15	32	74	1	43.2%	0	41.6%	0
Sylvaneth	8	20	38	2	52.6%	0	49.6%	0

GT Sub-faction Summary Table (5%+ Representation):
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Faction	Sub-Faction	4-Week #	4-Week Win %	4-Week Event Wins
Blades of Khorne	Baleful Lords	1	40.0%	0
Blades of Khorne	Bloodlords	10	54.2%	0
Blades of Khorne	Goretide	3	60.0%	0
Blades of Khorne	Reapers of Vengeance	15	59.5%	1
Blades of Khorne	Skullfiend Tribe	3	80.0%	0
Blades of Khorne	The Flayed	4	68.4%	1
Gloomspite Gitz	Badsnatchers	1	20.0%	0
Gloomspite Gitz	Glogg's Megamob	7	56.3%	0
Gloomspite Gitz	Grimscuttle	1	40.0%	0
Gloomspite Gitz	Jaws of Mork	19	47.4%	0
Kharadron Overlords	Barak-Nar	3	53.3%	0
Kharadron Overlords	Barak-Urbaz	13	60.3%	0
Kharadron Overlords	Barak-Zilfin	7	65.7%	2
Kharadron Overlords	Barak-Zon	8	52.5%	0
Ogor Mawtribes	Bloodgullet	1	60.0%	0
Ogor Mawtribes	Boulderhead	18	51.1%	1
Ogor Mawtribes	Meatfist	10	44.0%	0
Ogor Mawtribes	Underguts	7	40.0%	0
Orruk Warclans	Big Waaagh!	7	42.4%	0
Orruk Warclans	Bonesplitterz	1	0.0%	0
Orruk Warclans	Ironjawz	17	37.6%	0
Orruk Warclans	Kruleboyz	7	42.9%	0
Ossiarch Bonereapers	Crematorians	3	40.0%	0
Ossiarch Bonereapers	Ivory Host	3	46.2%	0
Ossiarch Bonereapers	Mortis Praetorians	7	62.9%	1
Ossiarch Bonereapers	Null Myriad	7	51.4%	1
Ossiarch Bonereapers	Petrifex Elite	19	57.0%	1
Soulblight Gravelords	Avengorii Dynasty	1	60.0%	0
Soulblight Gravelords	Kastelai Dynasty	1	80.0%	0
Soulblight Gravelords	Legion of Blood	30	59.7%	3
Soulblight Gravelords	Legion of Night	7	56.3%	0
Soulblight Gravelords	Vyrkos Dynasty	16	56.3%	0
Stormcast Eternals	Hallowed Knights	8	53.8%	0
Stormcast Eternals	Hammers of Sigmar	20	43.4%	0
Stormcast Eternals	Knights Excelsior	4	30.0%	0
Stormcast Eternals	Tempest Lords	2	30.0%	0

Takeaways:
- 50% of factions have won a 5+ round event in the last four weeks showing that while there is a clear top tier, many factions are capable of taking down a tournament
- It was a quick tumble from the top for Hedonites of Slaanesh. After a strong showing last week that brought the faction to 2nd overall was followed up by a 38% win-rate this week.
- Soulblight Gravelords dropped under 60% but continues to overperform with a 56.3% win-rate for the week. The overperformance is actually stronger given that SBGL was also by far the most played faction (31 players compared to 18 for the second most played faction), and it has maintained a 4-week win-rate of 58.7% while comprising 9.4% of all players. Overall, SBGL is very strong.
- Overtaking SBGL this week are two other extremely popular and overperforming faction: Blades of Khorne and Kharadron Overlords. KO managed to have two different sub-factions sieze top-3 spots in the power rankings with win-rates over 60%.
- Other than a few outliers on either end of the table, the vast majority of factions are within the 45-55% win-rate sweet spot. Pour one out for Cities of Sigmar and Daughters of Khaine as they continue to languish in the sub-30% range.
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RTT Faction Summary Table:
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Faction	# Of Players	Wins	Games	#X-0	Weekend Win %	Event Wins	4-Week Win %	4-Week Event Wins
Beasts of Chaos	2	2	6	0	33.3%	0	50.0%	0
Blades of Khorne	10	16	29	2	55.2%	1	56.8%	9
Cities of Sigmar	2	2	6	0	33.3%	0	40.0%	1
Daughters of Khaine	3	3	9	0	33.3%	0	39.4%	1
Disciples of Tzeentch	8	13	24	1	54.2%	2	51.2%	2
Flesh-Eater Courts	0	0	0	0	--	0	45.5%	1
Fyreslayers	1	2	3	0	66.7%	0	48.6%	0
Gloomspite Gitz	9	12	27	0	44.4%	0	50.0%	4
Hedonites of Slaanesh	5	6	15	0	40.0%	0	54.7%	3
Idoneth Deepkin	1	2	3	0	66.7%	0	48.1%	0
Kharadron Overlords	2	3	6	1	50.0%	1	62.5%	7
Lumineth Realm-Lords	5	2	15	0	13.3%	0	37.0%	1
Maggotkin of Nurgle	4	7	12	1	58.3%	0	42.9%	0
Nighthaunt	2	3	6	0	50.0%	0	41.7%	0
Ogor Mawtribes	8	13	23	2	56.5%	1	52.5%	6
Orruk Warclans	8	11	24	0	45.8%	0	41.7%	0
Ossiarch Bonereapers	9	15	27	1	55.6%	1	56.7%	9
Seraphon	6	5	18	0	27.8%	0	44.2%	0
Skaven	3	3	9	0	33.3%	0	36.8%	1
Slaves to Darkness	10	15	30	2	50.0%	1	44.0%	2
Sons of Behemat	3	2	9	0	22.2%	0	34.9%	2
Soulblight Gravelords	16	27	48	2	56.3%	1	60.7%	9
Stormcast Eternals	6	10	18	1	55.6%	1	40.8%	4
Sylvaneth	4	4	12	0	33.3%	0	41.5%	1

RTT Sub-Faction Summary Table (5%+ Representation):
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Faction	Sub-Faction	4-Week #	4-Week Win %	4-Week Event Wins
Blades of Khorne	Reapers of Vengeance	22	51.6%	2
Blades of Khorne	Bloodlords	19	57.9%	2
Blades of Khorne	Baleful Lords	4	66.7%	1
Blades of Khorne	Goretide	10	63.3%	3
Blades of Khorne	Skullfiend Tribe	6	58.8%	1
Blades of Khorne	The Flayed	1	33.3%	0
Gloomspite Gitz	Badsnatchers	5	53.3%	1
Gloomspite Gitz	Jaws of Mork	31	50.5%	2
Gloomspite Gitz	Glogg's Megamob	13	44.7%	0
Gloomspite Gitz	Grimscuttle	1	66.7%	0
Kharadron Overlords	Barak-Nar	6	38.9%	0
Kharadron Overlords	Barak-Zilfin	11	56.3%	3
Kharadron Overlords	Barak-Zon	11	66.7%	1
Kharadron Overlords	Barak-Urbaz	13	76.3%	3
Kharadron Overlords	Barak-Mhornar	2	83.3%	0
Kharadron Overlords	Barak-Thryng	2	66.7%	0
Ogor Mawtribes	Meatfist	12	43.2%	1
Ogor Mawtribes	Underguts	10	53.3%	2
Ogor Mawtribes	Boulderhead	31	59.1%	3
Ogor Mawtribes	Thunderbellies	7	38.1%	0
Orruk Warclans	Big Waaagh!	10	56.7%	0
Orruk Warclans	Kruleboyz	22	37.9%	0
Orruk Warclans	Ironjawz	16	37.0%	0
Orruk Warclans	Bonesplitterz	3	44.4%	0
Ossiarch Bonereapers	Mortis Praetorians	14	65.1%	3
Ossiarch Bonereapers	Petrifex Elite	27	58.8%	5
Ossiarch Bonereapers	Ivory Host	2	33.3%	0
Ossiarch Bonereapers	Null Myriad	12	47.1%	0
Ossiarch Bonereapers	Crematorians	15	55.6%	1
Slaves to Darkness	Host of the Everchosen	14	41.9%	0
Slaves to Darkness	Legion of the First Prince	1	33.3%	0
Slaves to Darkness	Cabalists	17	31.4%	0
Slaves to Darkness	Ravagers	5	66.7%	1
Slaves to Darkness	Knights of the Empty Throne	17	52.8%	1
Soulblight Gravelords	Legion of Blood	43	66.7%	5
Soulblight Gravelords	Legion of Night	5	50.0%	0
Soulblight Gravelords	Vyrkos Dynasty	25	57.3%	3
Soulblight Gravelords	Kastelai Dynasty	6	50.0%	1
Stormcast Eternals	Hammers of Sigmar	30	46.1%	2
Stormcast Eternals	Hallowed Knights	6	22.2%	0
Stormcast Eternals	Celestial Vindicators	2	33.3%	0
Stormcast Eternals	Knights Excelsior	8	26.1%	1
Stormcast Eternals	Celestial Warbringers	1	33.3%	0
Stormcast Eternals	Tempest Lords	3	33.3%	0
Stormcast Eternals	Astral Templars	3	66.7%	1

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Hey there I’m Jay and I’m 27 from TN. I’ve got the week off from work! So what better way than spend it being lazy and talking to strangers!
Im shy and quiet but the more we talk the more I open up. Sometimes I struggle to come up with things but I love answering questions about anything! Im an open book.
I enjoy reading and movies. Mainly adventure and thrillers! I game on PC as well. Usually just single player things nowadays.
I love playing soccer and going to the gym. I’d like to try and even coach one day. It’s something I’m very passionate about.
I’ll listen to just about any music ! My go-to is 2000s alternative(Linkin Park forever) but I’ll give anything a listen.
I’ve been told I’m understanding and a good listener. Dog person. Favorite color is navy blue.

Context and days prior. 41 year old, many years of experience with psychedelics. Married at 19, have been in divorce for the last 6 months, Finalized on trip day. Months of journaling, meditation and personal work lead up to this trip. The 10 days prior consisted of a minimum of 30 minutes of intention journaling daily, focusing on shedding the old, forgiveness of self and others, acceptance of self and situation, love of self and all, focusing on my strengths and rebirth into a new self. Day before, house cleaning, pretty easy. I just moved in. I held close my intentions from the journaling as I made a ritual of the cleaning.
12.20 Ingest - 3.55 Golden Teacher - 1.5 APE Blob, powderized, mixed in OJ for 20 min. 12.20-12.35 Read the intention journals. By the 7th one, eyes became hard to focus, words start to become hard to understand. 12.35-1 Lied in bed with no sound and eyes covered. 4 distinct visions occurred but I only recall 3. 1. I was in an amusement park ride line, and a special “more fun” line opened up, despite me wanting to, I could not figure out how to walk over to that line, I didn't know how to. 2. I was an amusement park game and kids were running up to me and playing the game to be showered with love and joy. 3. I was waiting for a bus, a party bus pulled up full of all the things an older version of myself would have loved to do, I again was left unsure how to take that path and was frustrated by it. 1-1.40. At this point a large current of energy had begun running through the body, I took a shower. This was a thoughtless lightshow. The faucet handle took the visage of an Aztec priestess, crying neon green tears. Various symbols and patterns danced across the walls and curtain which had taken an ethereal, ghostly appearance. At some point the shower curtain had collected water and slipped outside the tub making a bit of a mess. Tossed a towel on it and tried to continue showering but was too distracted by the mess. Hopped out and cleaned up. At this point the energy in the body felt like lightning. Uncontainable, I gave my sister a call, chatted about the birds and her new crocs for a few minutes, then I had to burn off energy. 1.40-2.20 Bike Ride - Decided to ride my bike down to the lake. The ride to the lake was easeful and exciting, arriving at the lake a sense that I should not have taken this bike ride came over me. It wasn't ominous, just a sense that this ride might not have been a responsible decision. I decided to return home. Riding home some mild panic set in and the notion of being hit by a car and the news reports that would follow, “hippy on mushrooms killed by car”. Allowing this to pass while riding a less busy path home. Thoughts of people I know and what they may be thinking of me at this time come in. I wonder if they think I am ok, if I am depressed, if I am going to do something rash today. I laugh at the thought as I arrive home. 2.30-4ish. Unitive Experience. Exhausted from the ride I return to lying down. This was the most impactful period of the experience, but words largely fail me. All perception of the outside world melted away. There was only this one space filled with it all, not separate from it, not a rider in it, I was it. A lawful order flowing endlessly, landing here, now in this perfect moment. Feeling this sense of order, my place here became very clear to me. If it is all flowing orderly, then there is no place else to be than right here in this moment, every moment. The sense I had always been and never been. This went on for eons seemingly. 4ish-5.30ish. At some point sense contacts begin to return and I open my eyes. At this point I am mostly returned. Feeling an overwhelming sense of belonging I spring out of bed, laugh at the disheveled figure in the mirror, tie my hair back and head outside. I grab my bike and ride for a pack of smoke, there is so much life, but I’ve been missing it. Trapped in the illusion of thought, distracting me(us) from all this beauty. This beauty is already here, all the time, no modifications needed. Got home from the gas station and made a drink, a drink in hand excuses a lot of silly behavior ;) and went to water my gardens.
Around 5.30 my daughter comes to hang out and we talk about my experience and enjoy a couple drinks and some cannabis. Around 7 a friend comes by. We all hang out for a while, they leave around 9pm, and I go to bed shortly there after.

I’m no slouch when it comes to following bad instructions but the last two rods I bought were advertised as tension but did not work with tension. They each had the option to mount permanent, but the instructions were so poor I couldn’t manage it. Felt defeated to say the least that a damn shower curtain was the thing I had to abandon.
Does anyone have a shower rod that actually works with tension and no drilling? Or, one that has very easy to understand instructions for mounting?
Looking to spend $50 but can go higher for the right one.
Thanks in advance

While on approach to the blockade already forming from a sizeable Royal Navy fleet, Victory thinks of something to break the tension. She picks something she assumes would be a happy topic for her Vice-Admiral. “Sir, may I ask a personal question?”
Nelson looks at her, “Not too personal, I hope? Go on.”
Victory smiles and says, “What is your wife like? May I meet her someday?”
Nelson’s expression suddenly becomes sour, and he looks ahead again. “That’s not exactly a happy topic for me…”
“Oh…” Victory says, realising her mistake. “I’m sorry, sir. You don’t have to talk about it…”
Nelson sees there is still some time before they’d have to speak to their allies. “I might as well tell somebody. You do seem like the most trustworthy person I’ve met in a long time. Do you swear to keep this secret?”
Victory nods, “Of course, sir. I won’t tell a soul.”
Nelson nods back, takes a deep breath as if to calm his nerves and explains, “Very well. Her name is Frances. Frances Nisbet before we were married. Back in 1784, I was in command of HMS Boreas near Antigua to enforce the Navigation Acts. As anyone would expect, the Americans weren’t too happy with that. I was under the command of “Sir” Hughs. Bloody idiot read the Acts wrong and a lot of arguments erupted between us about it. I had seized a lot of American ships under the acts and I was sued by said Americans, and, of course, the merchants of Nevis, a nearby island, sided with them, and I was in danger of spending quite some time in prison, so I had to stay on Boreas for the longest 8 months I’ve ever experienced.”
Victory kept listening, but also tried not to lose focus on controlling the ship. Nelson gets his regretful expression back and continues, “The courts, finally seeing reason, ruled in my favour, and during the interim, I met her. Fanny.”
Victory looks at him, “Fanny…?”
“Frances’ nickname. Her family owns a plantation on Nevis and I met her there. We grew close and her father noticed. He claimed their family was very wealthy, and promised me quite a large dowry if I married Fanny. Of course, already falling for her, I immediately accepted.”
Victory asks, “That sounds lovely, sir. Marrying a woman you like, living on an island in the Caribbean, what happened?”
Nelson looks at her with regret in his eyes, “When I eventually did marry her at Montpelier Estate in Nevis, the dowry was far smaller than her father claimed, as their family was nowhere near as wealthy as they said. Not only that, Fanny has a womb infection and can’t have children. Now I’m stuck in this relationship I’m no longer as happy with as I thought I would be, as breaking wedding vows is seen as very dishonourable…”
Victory can’t find the words to reply with, so she just gives him a sympathetic smile and a pat on the shoulder.
Nelson looks at her and adds on, “After I’d returned to England, I visited my relatives in Norfolk, then settled down with Fanny in Burnham Thorpe, my childhood home.” That memory seems to lighten his mood a little, then what happened after upsets him again. “Of course, Living with another while in the Royal Navy reserves and on half-pay is a potential way to end up in poverty, so I asked the Admiralty to give me another command, hoping that Lord Hood would help me out, only for the bastard to leave me fighting for myself.”
Victory sighs, “I’m so sorry, sir. I can tell that still upsets you. If I may be so bold, how did you return to service?”
Nelson simply says, “The French Revolution.”
Victory, not following him now, asks, “Wha—?” Until she’s interrupted by Nelson ordering her to slow down as she’s about to collide with an allied ship in the blockade. Acting fast, she pulls into formation in the middle of the blockade and comes to a stop. She addresses the elephant in the room, “So… how do we explain having no crew, sir? They surely saw my rigging move my sails up by itself.”
Nelson says, “That’s what I was thinking until you pried into my past, Miss Victory.”
Feeling a sense of guilt, Victory looks down and sheepishly says, “Sorry, sir…”
Nelson thinks, “It seems we may have to just show them, as well…” as he hears the hails of the captain of a frigate that has pulled up alongside the blockade’s new flagship.
Pollard emerges onto the upper deck still rubbing his head. “Oh, we’re here, sir? I apologise for not being present sooner.”
Nelson turns his attention to him as he allows his comrades to come aboard for briefing, “I have much bigger things to worry about right now than you napping too long, Mr. Pollard.”
He looks back at the men now in the ship. “Gentlemen, your blockade just got a lot harder to breach. Welcome to the Victory. Before you ask, no there is no crew on this ship. Miss Victoria here will demonstrate how the ship works.” He sees a small French fleet attempting to rush the blockade and looks over at his Kansen. “Ah, perfect timing. Miss Victoria, if you will?” Victory nods and before the French ships get in range of any other ship on the blockade, Victory raises her pistol in the air, causing all cannons on her port side, to load themselves, much to the confusion of the other sailors. She then takes aim with her firearm and cocks the hammer back, waits for the small fleet to bunch up for what they think is safety, and pulls the trigger. The flint strikes the frizzen and sparks are made, but the only projectiles to start flying are the 50 or so cannonballs all fired at the same time, rocking the ship and producing a near-deafening boom, much to the displeasure of Pollard, as their view of Toulon is obstructed by cannon smoke. When it clears, all that is left of the French warships are burning, sinking wrecks, and the couple that survived with heavy damage scurried back to port. As the sailors all look in astonishment, they wait for their ears to stop ringing and all look at Victory, even Nelson. She winks at them and holsters her weapon.
Nelson says to her, “I know it was a small fleet, but that might’ve been a little excessive, Miss Victory.”
Victory turns to him, “Consider it a show of power, sir. They won’t be trying that again anytime soon.” She confidently and proudly states. “Any other tricks you guys would like to see?”
Taking full advantage of Victory’s lack of radar, Observer’s drone hovers closer than usual to the blockade. Sat on her octopus rigging, She watches as Victory demonstrates her abilities to the fleet, both bolstering their morale for having such a powerful being in the Royal Navy, and also scaring them for the exact same reason. She smiles again and says to herself, “Hmm… not quite so secret now, are you? Let’s see how this goes…”