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Dear All
Resumed gym recently and almost been active for almost 3 months+ ( an achievement for me ) and wish to continue.
Need advice:
I usually go for a mix of a walk/run before I hit the gym and checking with you all if I can wear the same shoe for both running and gym ?
While most online articles advice to keep a separate shoe for run and gym, I wish to also get your first hand advice.
Context:
- Run - Cover almost 5 kms daily, mostly a mix of run and walk ( 50/50 ) - In gym - Usually use machines and free weights . Guess shoes on legs and highest I have gone with benchpress is 200 kgs total.
Hopefully, now you have an idea of if one shoe is doable or I just buy two separate pieces.Thanks in advance :)
PS: I have used Adidas Supernova last year for Running and Gym .. and was great for experience yet it tore off from side in 6 months .. sob sob.

Today's games repulse me with their copycat, timid and shallow character. Though it seems like there is a variety of concepts flashing around, in practice games revolve around the same half-dozen tropes. Their hallmark sign is that it is nothing that is not seen on TV. If the game's idea is not a reflection of the modern world from someone who, by all appearances, has never read a real book or has experience to share, then it's Pirates in Some Carribean, or the Victorian Age When Jack the Ripper Roamed in a Black Cab, or the Middle Ages with Standard Treachery, or Abstract Space Exploration. I was sick and tired of this a few years ago, now I have all but given up on this art form. Even when the concept is interesting, it is rarely taken far or with force. Neutered developers are afraid to give offense and as a result make bland, short-breathing stuff, but I think the sharp edges are never there to begin with anymore. I don't know anybody who sets out to defy the world, stand apart from its simulations and blandishments and spit a good gob in its ugly square face.
I have never had an opportunity to make a game of my own (it takes a team besides everything else), but I have made mods for a very old RPG for years - new mechanics, plots, magic, quests, effects, scripts, writing and so on. I have more or less put that old engine on its head, though I know hardly anyone will ever find out about my efforts. This is to say that I am not a pure theorist. Some time in the winter, bored and exasperated, I decided to do a quick marathon of game ideas - for RPG, quests, simulations, something in-between - and see how many I can whip out on the run. I would like something from here picked up by a company, but I am not advertising. I realize that is probably not something that might happen. It was a good exercise for me, however. Here are the results for all to see. I did ten first, then three more occurred to me.
1) Circa Caotica
You play the role of Jabsh, a clown of a traveling circus, who suddenly discovers that he is no orphan but the son (Raka, daughter for female players) of the director, Maestro Leotardi. Minutes later after making the sobbing confession the boss is swallowed by the Crocodile Man in a suspicious accident. You have to own up to his legacy and step into the tight and tall boots of the director. Your responsibility is to keep the circus going by fine-tuning and inventing acts based on ideas solicited over regular all-troupe brainstorming sessions despite little starting respect from the others, who have decided to unionize as well (the mentalist takes notes). You must keep drawing in crowds to avert the bankruptcy, earn respect and manipulation points and find the truth behind Leotardi's death and the disappearance of the Big Green cashbox with everyone's last year salary and the medallion that supposedly bears the face of your mother the same evening. All the while you still have to perform in regular clown acts with your partner. You can play as a red clown or a white clown, and the other type will be your foil.
2) Nachtwaffe
"Ah, count. Decided to join me for a walk?" Vampires steal planes from the Nazi airforce to zoom through the dark skies over the Balkans and turn humans to make more of their own. You start out as a single nosferatu, converted from an arrogant German, and must find and raid small airports and landing strips across the forests and mountains of Roumania, impersonate a living officer to get supplies and fuel, avoid communist guerillas, find and build places to hide during the day and choose which humans to turn to expand your force. Naturally, it is all quite a dead end, as the war is bound to finish sooner or later, which radio broadcasts confirm, and what then will happen to the vampiric empire? But this is something that the gameplay begins to convey to the player gradually. Hopefully the fate of someone who has no future but still does his all will touch some dormant strings in players' hearts.
3) Yuck!
The sleepy Tibetan village of Dongtso is unaware of what lurks in the bushes and the mountains: you, the desperately lonely yak-man. Born with a big head and two horns, you have only one connection to civilization: the gold ring in your nose. Squinting cross-eyed, you can just make out some kind of symbols on it, and a banner over the village shrine features ones like them. This must be the key. You have to lurk about the supersititious hamlet, helping the folk at night and out of sight with small chores and evesdropping on their reactions and conversations until you can pick up a few words, including, at some point, "Hello." Since this is a game about Tibet and shaping up something rebellious, let the tongue be one of Tibet's many and accompanied by Tibetan script. You can train to pronounce the words when you dare show yourself to children, old people and widows, to improve from mooing to legible speech, but until then you have to dodge men's hunting parties and survive. With enough good deeds and a few friends, you might win the folk's confidence and stand before the village council so that someone might teach you to read. The quest becomes complicated, however, by the appearance of the army of People's Republic of China that establishes a base in the village in its push to subdue Tibet. The year is 1952. One of the newcomers is a local - a renegade llama who, the villagers say, has been on many supernatural journeys in the mountains, but is now wearing the uniform of Tibet's conquerors. The writing on the ring, deciphered, identifies him as your father.
4) Footlocker
This is a soccer-themed RPG, but you view the sport from the point of view of a bookie besieged on all sides by mafia. To pay back his debt he resolves on a colossal set-up: first get control of an underdog team, then bring them at least to the regional semi-finals and, with the bets in their favor, make them lose in a big way. The thugs are ready to provide cash handouts, leg-breaking, knuckle sandwiches, addictive opioids and more to get the right people on the team and stubborn elements out, but at the cost of increased control and cut of the profits. You must balance their appetities with placating sports authorities, the press, sponsors and police. In the final match a dilemma presents itself: go through with the plan and ruin the team or defy the gangsters and take your chances on the right side of the tracks?
5) And See It Again For the First Time
Starting out from your homeland on three caravels, you unfurl the sails and set out to circumnavigate the world. The globe is randomly generated every time and rolls away at the horizon, with the map, continents and straits unknown beforehand, in the manner of River Raid. Your characters are the three ships and their crews, condition and supplies are their stats. Dropping anchor at strange shores and dealing with natives will be necessary but dangerous as they fight with each other, shuffle and migrate like microbes. Loss of crew can't be repaired. At least one of the ships must find the passages and make it to the fabulous Gate of Makhamedi, enter it from the far side and begin the journey home.
6) The Person and the Essence
In the beginning chapter you play Sauqin, second-in-command to general Varziranga, head of the army of the Arcolan Empire sent to quash the rebellion of Panlaa, who has tried to bring his province to secede. The imperial army has crushed Panlaa'a troops a fortnight ago and has got him shut in the Ravine of the Gold Specks. Complete victory is near, but the commander has been acting strangely since the battle. On this decisive night his behavior spins out of control just as Panlaa makes a sudden sally from his trap, causing great confusion. As his lieutenant, it falls to you to maintain order in dealing with the various officers as well as the clerics of the One, who insist that Panlaa, a lapsed pagan, be given to them for execution once he is captured. The ending of the chapter will determine whether Panlaa ends in the emperor's prison in the capital, Hotharsoom, alive or dead at the clerics' hands, whether Varziranga will be simply demoted or disgraced.
Chapter two will take place in the capital city. You will have been promoted to a top military command for your performance, only to become embroiled in an intrigue involving the emperor's controlling mother, a consequential schism in the church of the One over whether the head of state is eternally the same person reincarnated or a series of persons, demagogues in the public and lurking pagans with unclear motives. Other chapters will follow, and the endings will determine who sits on the throne and who stands behind it, whether state policy is in principle subject to revision and criticism or not and whether the pagan faiths are crushed without mercy or adopted into the church of the One. The material here is Byzantium, Egypt with the notion of the pharaoh as incarnate Horus and the empires of southeast Asia. Some early Christian heresies also deserve to be revivified.
7) Of Rats and Men
You are a rat trapped in the gears of the Trumpet of Doom, the hugest, heaviest and most advanced steam ship ever to paddle the Grumuous Sea. This basin is famously salty enough to let even an iron float for a time, which, the public money finally gathered, made it the perfect road to carry the 25-inch-gunned ("24 + 1 for Paterland!") Trumpet to the shores of Festaly and at last give those Festalians what for! The citizenry is cheering with patriotic joy, the brass bands are blowing. The ship rats are less happy, especially you, who were captain Reissenpouf's pet before you managed to scramble through a porthole and below the desk as he was buttering a toast. You are nearly panicky with fright. Unlike the locals there, you have spent time locked with the diagrams in the captain's safe and know that the battleship is very weakly armored below the waterline. Someone must have made a good bit of business during the construction selling the metal. When the Trumpet comes up against the Festalians with their triton suicides or their rumored counterpart ship, the Rough Musician, not even the Grumuous Sea will keep it from ending up as a gigantic, barnacled wreck on the ocean floor.
To avoid this fate you only have so much time to organize the other rats for systematic sabotage. The game's world is the enormous ship below and above the deck. The humans of the crew are, of course, adamant in their resolve to get themselves killed, so they will repair the servos, the cables turning the massive gears, the ball bearings, the hydraulics and the rest almost as quickly as those are destroyed. This effort will be headed by the near-transparent, monochrome spindle of a man, Admiral Hel, the leader of the expedition, always of his private high deck, sipping his black milk and staring through his spectacles ahead to where TOD's fate awaits it. If all of you ratfolk together gnaw through and spoil enough of the ship's devices, however, the captain might just have the authority to radio Kaiser Walzer of the decision to turn back... though you personally may also have to sneak back into his cabin to sit on his pillow and intone suggestions as he sleeps. The fact that you are an albino rat and at first come across as a crazy visionary doesn't help, and neither does being a female rat and having to give birth to a litter every so often. The current mate can be deputied on tasks while lactating. Other ships may sometimes be encountered in the sea, with different results, and you may improve your reputation in the murine community by predicting these encounters, if you check the looking glass often enough. The length of the game, and hence the difficulty, depends on the distance to Festalian waters - from two weeks' journey to three months.
8) Cosmic Choir
You play as one of the planets of the solar system. The other actors and your partners are the thieving and scurrilous Mercury, the lusty and sly Venus, the militant braggart Mars and so on. And you are the meh-in-the-middle Earth, and in this group of strong personalities stand out with your unique ability of Rational Decision (it would be nice to get Woody Allen for the voice acting, were he younger). Other planets have other powers, and all of them certain characteristics and appetites (for tasty meteorites, for more intimate or more standoffish orbits and so on). The plot revolves around the announcement of the Sun that it has had enough of burning hydrogen and wants to retire, going immediately into the red giant phase, which would, of course, burn up all of the inner planets and kick the outer planets way out. For this the star has recruited a planet-sized asteroid, large enough to pull most of the star fuel away so that the moribund transformation may be set in motion. The euthanatic dark planet is whirring ever closer. Before it gets on a near enough orbit to disrupt the Sun the other planets must find out what caused this sudden depression and persuade their ruler and source of life otherwise. (The answer is that the Sun has always dreamt of going nova but lacks substance.) Playing as the only inhabited planet, you must also keep the life forms on you alive through all of the maneuvering. If you can get Mars to cooperate, however, you may shorten the distance enough for humanity and some of the ecosystems to make the leap and found Musk City there, and then you won't have to care about your surface anymore.
9) Paris, 1245 A.D.
A meticulously researched simulation of the criminal underworld of medieval Paris and the worlds that abutted on it: those of the church, guilds, city watch, the university, lepers, the court and so on. No shortcuts and simplifications for babies who can't tell a Benedictine from a Cistercian. A dynamically filled encyclopedia may be included, though, and remain permanently unlocked for later replays. The main character is a vagrant and a thief. This may be a persistent sandbox, possibly a multiplayer RPG, or it may have a plot, but strictly within historical realities.
10) The Last Supper
You play the role of Jesus, son of God, in the company of the twelve disciples. The game should probably be in first person. (The Sermon of the Mount and such may be shown in cutscenes, or they may be challenges in quiz form.) The time period is your wanderings in Judea after the baptism and until the last night before the arrest. The background is the Judaic society at the time and its Roman controllers, somewhat historically accurate. This is a detective story, a wholldoit where you need to figure out who is best suited to betray you in due time so that you may prep him for the job and finally give him the impetus to "do it quicker" at the Last Supper. For Christ certainly needed someone to betray him. It's not always Judas: the identity of the potential traitor, along with his motives, will vary randomly between playthroughs. Incidents and encounters along the road, both recorded in the Bible and invented, will liven up the experience and better inform you about the personalities of the disciples, building on but going beyond what is known (Peter with his short temper, the lofty John an so on).
11) Cuadrophobia
Ships and the sea again. This time you are a typical sailor with an atypically strong survival instinct on one of the vessels in a colossal game of Battleship between Our Guy and the Other Player. Accordingly, there are two grids firing at each other: your side's and the enemy's, though you only get to travel across your own. The ship you begin on is chosen at random: it may be anything in size from a single-squarer to a five-squarer. Smaller ships are less likely to be hit, of course, but when a ship is finished, it sinks, and you with it. The purpose of the game is to survive until Our Guy's victory, which programmatically is likely but not guaranteed and happens about 70% of the time. To do this you must desert on a regular basis, setting out in a dinghy to a ship more favored in the current situation. However, the dinghy only travels three squares per turn, and you can only spend two turns in the open sea before dying. You also need time on board ships to access their radio broadcasts, which, besides playing some inspirational propaganda, update the picture of the grid as the battle rages. Without it you are limited to paddling to vessels that you can directly see. The role-playing element comes from dealing with ship commanders, who all take their duties and titles - captain of Cruiser! captain of Battleship! - very seriously, from picking up supplies in floating debris and from acquiring special abilities that let you, for example, paddle an extra square farther. Is war evil? Is it to be hated, or is our side to be cheered on? After all, if Our Guy loses, this will all have been in vain.
12) Standardom
In this game of life, dedicated to the International Organization for Standardization (ISO), you must pass through all of the Gates of Conformity to win your ultimate prize - death from old age, as opposed to suicide. The option to kill yourself is always available in the menu. Being the hero and chickenshit that you are, though, you are determined to submit to every humiliation just so you can press forward. The world of the game is a vertical platform that moves with you along the Y axis, which represents time from some random year forwards: you may begin at 100 B.C., 1824 A.D., 12749 j-Spec and so on. It is really all the same where on the timeline you are dropped off. As with other platformers, once the screen has moved, there is no going back. You can walk freely to the left and right, however, pick up bonuses, disarm threats and converse with characters. Going up, every so often the screen is intersected by a wall with a gate in it. Your character's silhouette must either match the cut of the gate or be smaller to pass through. You start out small as a baby, a little circle, but very soon handicaps such as Discovery of Talent, Unusual Upbringing, Independent Spirit or Love of Sex will begin to rush at you to complicate your silhouette with Г, & and other such protrusions. You will also grow in size until your late 20s. Luckily, opportunities will also present themselves to prune some of this exotica: Family, Steady Job, Political Engagement, Puppy, Human Interest and other bonuses can be found or obtained from conversations to simplify your puzzle to a manageable cut until such time as the years pile on and the worst is behind you. You will become smaller and smaller and able to rush through the checkpoints one after the other to the finish line.
13) Six Handshakes to Liberty
The country is suffering under a cruel dictatorship. Ar-Parason, the president-for-life, has wrung the last of resources from the nation and has now thrown it into a disastrous war. In his palace he is surrounded by guards armed to the teeth and without a shred of conscience to shoot the bastard. What can you, a humble microbiologist living in the suburbs, do about this? Nothing, it seems, until you discover a strain of bacteria that is absolutely deadly within weeks and immune to all known antibiotics except one, still not fully developed. The microbe is passed along by touch. Alas, you discover it when you become infected with it. You still have the resources to finish the research on the antibiotic and save yourself, but now you realize that you possess the perfect secret weapon to rid the country of the tyrant. Although you can't get so close to Ar-Parason in person, someone must enjoy that intimacy...
Every day you do your research at the computer, look through the press, then put on gloves and go out in search of people in contact with other people who will, you hope, ultimately carry the strain to its target. You have to follow news to figure out whose hands to shake and who to sleep with - secretaries, daughters of generals, corrupt officials - and many times the scheme will fall short of success. The chain of handshakes will terminate early somewhere, and these intermediaries will just die. But all those sacrifices are worth it, aren't they? You keep several intrigues going at once, determined to see one of them to the end. Meanwhile an epidemic is beginning in the country, Ar-Parason is starting to take precautions, and your own remaining time that could be spent on finishing the antibiotic is also running short. What is more important: life, revenge, justice, survival, honor? Your actions will be your decisions.

Hey, fellow RARGB mourners!
I wanted to share this simple Java Maven application called RarHunt that I just made. If you're used to browsing and downloading torrents from RARBG.to, this tool will definitely make your life easier now that it's no longer with us.
Introducing RarHunt
RarHunt is a pretty simple Java application that provides a convenient way to browse and search the extensive RARBG.to database. It connects to the (locally hosted) rarbg_db.sqlite file that has been making the rounds here lately through WAMP server, giving you access to the entire collection of torrents right at your fingertips.
Features that Make RarHunt Stand Out:

1. Effortless Torrent Exploration: You can search for torrents based on your preferred keywords or the IMDB tag you are looking for. Simply enter your search query, select the desired category, and hit the "Search" button to retrieve matching torrents.
2. Category Filtering: RarHunt offers a category filter to narrow down your search results. Choose from a range of categories, including movies, games, music, software, and more.
3. Seamless Integration with qBitTorrent: By double-clicking on a torrent's hash, the application automatically launches the qBitTorrent client for you. It's a time-saving feature that lets you begin downloading your favorite torrents with just two clicks.
4. Custom Download Location: When launching qBitTorrent, RarHunt prompts you to select the download location for the chosen torrent. This ensures that your files are saved exactly where you want them, without any hassle.

How to Get Started:

1. Make sure you have WAMP server installed and running, along with the rarbg_db.sqlite database file.
2. Clone or download the RarHunt Repository and import the project into your Java IDE.
3. Build and run the application, ensuring that the necessary libraries are included in the classpath.
4. Start searching and exploring the vast world of torrents effortlessly.

If you do not want to build the app yourself you could take a look at the source code and make the v1.0-alpha release work for you by setting up the file paths and SQLite database information accordingly.
Happy torrenting!

I was working on my Neo2 last night and it blinked off a couple of times, once after hitting the space bar. That was strange since the AAs are nearly new. Then this morning I switched on and got the dreaded "An unexpected data change occurred. Did you recently remove or replace the AlphaSmart's lithium backup battery?"
I hit "No" then was instructed to return the unit to the factory or something. (This is old tech. Does the "factory" even exist anymore?) So I switched on again and chose "Yes" for the heck of it, and the damn thing reset and I lost 5 or 6 files. I've never changed the coin battery even though I've had the unit for 7-8 years, because I mistakenly thought that batt was just for backup--instead of being integral to running the unit. But my immediate concern is trying to recover those files. The recovery methods in the user manual did nothing. Am I out of luck here?

I've been running pihole for several years without incident. About a year or two ago, I did a fresh OS install to upgrade from Raspbian 8 Jessie to Raspbian 10 Buster. Since then, the only problem that I've had is if the house loses power, pihole will simply be unable to connect to the network. I can't ssh into it, I can't ping it, the router doesn't see it as a device on the network map. Nothing about the hardware has changed, the pi is directly connected to the router via ethernet and the ethernet activity light is blinking on the router.
When I run pihole -d, I notice this error:

[ DIAGNOSING ]: Networking [✗] No IPv4 address(es) found on the eth0 interface. [✗] No IPv6 address(es) found on the eth0 interface. 

But I'm unsure why I'm getting that error when dhcpcd.conf contains:

interface eth0 static ip_address=192.168.1.140/24 static routers=192.168.1.1 static domain_name_servers=127.0.0.1 

and the router still has the dhcp reservation for the pihole at 192.168.1.140.
Running pihole -r doesn't seem to work when I try the reconfigure option, it exits on the static ip needed section when I hit continue. RTNETLINK answers: Network is unreachable
Any ideas on what I can investigate? I can see about transferring the debug log via usb drive and uploading it somewhere. I'd really like to figure out how to prevent this from happening every time I lose power.

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Memory transcription subject: Captain Sovlin, United Nations Fleet Command
Date [standardized human time]: January 15, 2137
It wasn’t my imagination; our triangular shuttle was sinking like a stone. Water bobbed up against the cockpit windows, entombing us beneath the waves. Hull integrity would eventually give out and allow water to flood the compartment. The predators were just watching it happen, with not nearly enough panic showing in their binocular eyes. They made no attempt to inflate a life raft and escape, while we could still get the doors open.
The craft had tipped forward at a slight angle, and the airborne vehicle began to sink nose-first toward a watery grave. A feeling of immense claustrophobia gripped me, as the nightmare scenario came to fruition. My claws wrapped around Samantha’s arm before I could stop myself; the human looked at me with sheer disbelief, and pushed me away. Her nose was scrunched in an obvious sign of distaste. Carlos would’ve definitely been more amenable to my desperate outreach for support.
Samantha heaved a sigh. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just fucking do that, but it better not ever happen again.”
“Please! We’re sinking!” I croaked.
Onso snickered. “Sinking? You don’t feel the engines running? It’s a submersible aircraft.”
Upon closer listening, I could feel the quiet hum of the engines. Somehow, the combustion drive was still running underwater, and pushing us in a controlled manner further into the ocean. There were no signs of leaks seeping through the walls, despite being encased in the depths. I’d never heard of a plane that could fly underwater, but I should’ve gleaned our safety from the predators’ calmness.
If a human is running or terrified, that’s when it’s time to assume our deaths are imminent.
Sam wasn’t the least bit amused by me latching onto her arm, but Tyler and Carlos were both masking smirks. I dipped my head in shame. How had the Yotul known of technology which was unfathomable to the wider galaxy? Until today, I wouldn’t have thought such devices would ever have a use. It was embarrassing that the primitive kept his head better than me around novel technology, though I tried to push that egoistic thought out of my mind.
“Do the Yotul have this kind of technology, Onso?” I prompted the reddish-furred marsupial to answer, though I knew the reply would be in the negative. “I’ve never heard of such things, so I’m surprised it’s old news to you.”
“Well, I took it upon myself to read up on the specs; they were included with our briefing notes. Never know when shit’s gonna break, and someone’s gotta fix it. The Yotul have a saying, ‘Everything can break, so assume it will do so today.’”
“That’s valid. Every spacecraft crash is due to a ‘one-in-a-billion’ mechanical failure; unlikelihood upon unlikelihood. Uh, anyhow, I’m a little out of my element here, clearly nothing like you.”
“I don’t mind the water, Sovlin. Mama had a sailboat, which she’d take around the harbor. It was a little disappointing to hear human water activities involve hunting. There’s so many beautiful things to see; it’s the last untamed frontier. Even after space is explored, the oceans still hold so many mysteries and unique lifeforms!”
“Plenty of humans agree with you, even ones who enjoy fishing like Tyler. We’ll go snorkeling or scuba diving just to explore reefs and view marine life,” Carlos chimed in. “No boat, nothing but a basic breathing apparatus.”
“There’s water sports too. Surfing, where you try to ride massive waves on a board.” Samantha made odd gestures with her hands, as though conveying a series of hills. “Parasailing, up in the sky tied to a boat. White water rafting, where you go down turbulent, rocky rapids in an inflatable.”
I groaned. “Why…are any of those not mortally dangerous?! What is wrong with you predators? I thought you evolved from the fucking trees!”
“It’s all in the spirit of fun, a memorable experience. Don’t tell me none of it sounds like something you want to try once.”
“No, those stunts sound horrible. This is horrible. I can see the depth meter going up…it’s double digits! I can’t see the sky!”
“Quit being a baby.”
“Quit being a predator! I hate humans; I can’t stand you! Onso, back me up.”
“The surfing sounds totally badass. I can imagine riding a wave up to its crest, and trying not to fall,” the Yotul answered. “We should try it together, old man. Conquer your fears, do things you think you can’t.”
“I am not doing that. No way on the cradle.”
Tyler sported a devilish grin. “Hey, it could be worse, Sovlin. You could be doing shark cage diving.”
I offered the blond human a blank stare. Through the cockpit behind him, I noticed orange-striped fish swimming clear of the aerosub. There was a dark shadow in the murky depths below, which filled me with palpable unease. What if it was some sort of massive predator which hid in this oceanic range? Chewing at my claws with anxiety, I tried to parse through what he said.
Cage diving? That can’t be what it sounds like; locking yourself in a cage and jumping into the water…not trying to escape. What’s a shark?
We moved closer to the ambiguous shadow within the turquoise ocean, which I tried to ignore. The humans would freak out if there was reason for alarm; I couldn’t make a fool of myself again. Plastering a look of confusion on my face, I flicked a claw at Tyler for an explanation. His blue eyes twinkled with amusement, and my former guards watched with interest.
“Ah, you’re wondering what that is.” Officer Cardona tapped his fingers against his holopad, and noticed that his Yotul exchange partner was intrigued too. He showed a picture to Onso first. “I’d say it’s self-explanatory. Oh, and, yes, they have side-facing eyes, but sharks are predators. Humans have movies about them eating us, even though that’s uncommon in reality.”
Tyler turned the device toward me, and I flinched away with disbelief. Sure enough, a pack of Terrans were suspended in a metal cage below the water. “Sharks” circled them with predatory intent, serrated teeth visible. From what I’d learned about Gojids being omnivores, I’d trust the primates on binocular eyes not being necessary to eat living food. However, deciphering human behavior was a maddening endeavor. Was this some twisted way of reasserting their dominance as apex predators, against animals that dared to prey on them?
“You just said it was in fucked-up human movies…it’s CGI! That’s not a real fucking thing!” I screamed. “I thought we were keeping it professional, huh? You all are definitely saying, and making up, predator nonsense on purpose, at this point!”
Tyler flashed his teeth. “It’s real. We don’t need to make anything up; humans will go to great lengths for thrills.”
“That seems to be tempting fate. I’ve always believed in respecting nature, though it would be cool to see these animals up close,” Onso said.
“Good news: you can see them in aquariums too.”
I thought humans would think water decorations were stupid…wait, what did he just say?!
My spines were bristling. “You have aquariums, like the Kolshians on Aafa?”
“Yep,” Tyler affirmed.
“And instead of sea plants, you keep dangerous predators in them?”
“Yeah? They’re cool to look at, man.”
“Protector, I don’t care if we’re in the middle of the ocean. I want off this sinking boat!”
Carlos stifled a laugh. “Well, your wish is about to be granted. This puppy isn’t meant to dive deeper than 100 meters. The UNS Deep Core is up ahead.”
The foreboding shadow had grown larger in my periphery, and my eyes swiveled back to the viewport. It was a submersed ship, but one that was so large, its breadth faded into the murky distance. There was no way this wasn’t in the triple digits of meters long; the all-black, undecorated exterior would cause an observer to mistake it for a shadowy patch of water. There was a tower affixed to its spine, which perhaps housed an equivalent to a bridge.
“The humans must’ve snuck this ship here days ago. How long has it been lurking?” I murmured to myself. “They couldn’t have airdropped it from too high up either…I don’t think.”
Samantha rubbed her hands together. “If you think this is the only one sent, think again. We’re told as much as we need to know, Sovlin, but it’s a blast to fill in the blanks.”
Our aerosub glided down to the bottom of the Deep Core, before flipping over and latching onto to a watertight door. It was similar to how a spacecraft would dock for boarding; my concerns were assuaged a little, noticing some familiarity. Packing such a large crew into a metal tube must be stressful for any land-dwelling species, but the humans were insane enough to tuck their senses aside. There could be enough predators aboard to compose a small village.
I disliked the fact that I was hanging at a ninety-degree angle, though I didn’t voice my complaints. The humans awkwardly dismounted, with Tyler helping Onso down. Carlos hoisted me to my own two feet, and I took a steadying breath. Our own watertight hatch, which I mistook for an emergency exit when I thought it was a sane vehicle, was on the right exit. There was a click, as human personnel opened the circular door from the other side.
The five of us were helped up through the threshold into the submarine, and we admired the metal inner workings of our surroundings. The tunnels were narrow, with small doorways leading between compartments; many required a slight step up to clear. One Terran greeted us at our docking point, though he wore a different uniform than the getup I was used to. I wasn’t sure what to expect from land predators who operated underwater, but the ample facial hair checked out with my mental image.
“Welcome aboard the Deep Core. I’m Commander Fournier; your presence is requested on the bridge,” a gruff voice greeted us.
I blinked in confusion. “May I ask why…sir?”
“First aliens to step foot on a submarine. You’re VIPs; it’s a good photo-op, you could say. Follow me.”
Of course, the humans are worried about optics as we’re descending to an outlandish location. Sometimes, they’re awfully predictable.
Claustrophobia threatened to flare up, with the cramped passages and lack of direction. Onso showed no such uneasiness, forcing Tyler to ensure that the Yotul studied objects with his eyes, not his paws. The primitive seemed enamored with any machinery or design quirks, even basic things such as hinges. I was really trying not to look down on him, but when he was gawking at simplistic nails, it was difficult. At least his dimwitted curiosity was a distraction from our present environment.
The bearded commander led us to a steep stairway, and communicated for us to follow his lead. There was a thunderous bark of “up ladder!” before the human-in-charge popped open a hatch. Tyler waved a hand at me and Onso, signaling for us to climb after Fournier first. I ensured that my balance was steady, hustling up the rungs. There was a railing surrounding the hatch, along with a safety chain that our guide was unclipping.
“Sir, may I ask how much air we have left?” I couldn’t resist asking, despite being out of breath from the short ascent. “I presume you’ve been submerged a few days. Even spaceships can only carry a few weeks of oxygen, and I don’t see any tanks, um…”
Fournier issued a throaty laugh. “Scared of submarines, Gojid?”
“A little, uh, yes…sir.”
“Don’t be. We have as much air as there is water in the ocean.”
Onso bounded after us. “The Terrans use electrolysis to separate the hydrogen from the oxygen in seawater they collect, then use that O2 to ventilate the ship.”
“Why, I like this one!” the commander bellowed. “Read up on subs, haven’t ya?”
“It drew me in…like a vortex of knowledge. I always liked machines.”
“Then I take it you’re an engineer? I can see that kid-like glee in your eyes.”
“A rocket engineer. The unchanging rules, the complex order, the concreteness and the planning: it speaks to me. Having a new class of machines to study really lit that fire, for the first time since the Federation killed my passion. Not even studying your weaponry truly scratched that itch. It’s just, I never dreamed I’d discover a new alien boat!”
“Well, well! I’m no engineer, but I’ll be happy to share what I know. Feel free to ask any questions; we love talking about what we do, to someone who really wants to hear it.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Commander Fournier led us into a stout compartment, where a vast array of gadgetry and screens covered a wall. Humans were examining a green circle on display, with a rotating line and labeled angles. Data feeds were also listed there, which led me to conclude it was a sensors equivalent. Navigations was at the front, at least from the appearance of several control columns. Some predators appeared to be acting as officers or supervisors, peering over others’ shoulders and issuing commands.
This isn’t that dissimilar to a starship, but where is the viewport? How can they see?
I cleared my throat. “Sir, where is the viewport? There’s no windows!”
“We don’t need windows,” Fournier explained. “We use sonar, because sound travels further in water than light. Glass or transparent materials are just a weak point in the hull, and a potential source of leaks if we take a hit.”
“Okay. Then why did the submersible craft we took here have windows?”
“Because it needs to be a spacecraft too, and you need to see when you’re flying. It’s useful enough to outweigh any concerns,” Carlos chimed in.
“This is so cool!” Onso bounced on his digitigrade hindlegs, and the commander fortunately didn’t take offense to his excess excitement. “The sonar doesn’t need to see at all. It just…listens.”
Fournier nodded. “Precisely. I saw you examining the bearings on our machinery, and I’ll impress upon you the importance of noise reduction down here. We keep everything detached from the hull frame to avoid vibrations…even dropping a wrench can give you up to an enemy. Sonar receptors pick up the slightest vibration, and then, they know you’re there.”
“That explains why your engines have to be so quiet. I was reading about how you try to avoid cavitation…you know, where the vacuum pressure caused by the propeller makes water boil. The bubbles pop and give off noise.”
“You don’t need a rundown at all, Yotul; you already know everything. We have a speed range where we can operate silently.”
I was growing bored of the technical explanations, and Onso, a primitive, was outshining my knowledge to the humans. Perhaps the Yotul was desperate to prove himself as an academic equal, but he didn’t need to prattle on about science like he was reading a textbook. While there were impressive feats of engineering on display here, I agreed with Samantha’s assertion of naval obsolescence. What good was fighting in the water, except in this extraordinary circumstance?
The predators can hide far away from any targets or locations of value forever. How ingenious. They’d be unseen altogether if the other human tribes realized this theater was irrelevant in a war.
I suppressed an irritated huff. “Permission to speak freely, sir?”
“Granted,” Fournier replied, a curious twinkle in his eyes.
“Respectfully, sir, I do not see the purpose of putting all this time into submarine development, at least for military aims. You’re a spacefaring species, and you’re incredible at ground assaults. What use is it to hide so far away from civilization…from the action? Maybe you sink a few ships that are using an outdated method of moving resources, but I don’t get it. You have better weapons.”
“You really don’t know? To use your word, these ships are masterful predators; nearly undetectable, capable of hearing the slightest sound, and able to surface anywhere in the world. But it goes far beyond that. The destructive power housed here is a hell of a deterrent. That’s why we’d never actually trade nukes like ya Feddies thought we did.”
“Nukes? I’m not following.”
“There’s tens of nukes stuffed onto just one of these things. We can hang off the shore anywhere, and fire missiles while underwater. Not that we have to be close to our target; we can shoot ICBMs halfway around the world. You never know where we are, if it’s right down your neck or prowling distant shores. We’re waiting to strike, anywhere and everywhere, with the technology to end civilization itself, even after command is destroyed on land. Obsolete, my ass.”
I gulped with discomfort, wishing I could recede into the ship walls. That declaration was so calm yet predatorily destructive; there were chilling implications for the extent of human aggression. It suddenly made sense why Earth tribes were intent on sniffing these predators out of the ocean’s recesses, and why the subs tried to remain undetectable at all costs. Should the current battle go awry, Talsk could be devastated by an unseen arsenal of epic proportions.
As Commander Fournier took his post, I tried to understand why humans would devise such machinations, for use against their own civilization. The Federation’s “irradiated Earth” could’ve been a reality; these capabilities shouldn’t exist in any culture. I didn’t understand why my kind-hearted friends would even think of such predatory weaponry. Surely, understanding the apocalyptic consequences of these vehicles should’ve convinced them not to build them.
My therapist could’ve elaborated further on the full heights of Terran aggression. Humans didn’t enjoy killing, yet they brainstormed and actualized the optimal ways to kill every human in existence? It was a paradox. Perhaps their predator nature factored into their decision-making in a manner they didn’t understand. Orders were issued to begin our descent, and for all sailors to report to battle stations. I felt the submersible tilt down, so I tried to clear my head of what the primates were capable of.
I have to believe that they will never actually do something like that…that their goodness will prevail. They didn’t snap after Earth, right? I trust their better judgment.
“W-well, if there’s really a base at the bottom of the ocean, the Farsul are fucked,” I murmured to my posse.
Samantha’s fist tightened, as her smirk returned. “I’d say they are.”
The numbers on the depth meter continued to escalate, as the submarine navigated the ocean which spanned below us. Locked inside a steel tube with predators, and knowing the potential of its onboard weaponry, my nerves were anything but quelled. The submarines somehow eclipsed even the worst starships in its dastardly capabilities. The Farsul wouldn’t be prepared for this predatory contraption, should we stumble across any of their flotilla.
I was glad that the humans were on the same team as me; there was no telling where their capacity for annihilation ended.
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I've been diagnosed with BPD just 5days ago although this is the first time I am seeking help since I cannot take it anymore. It's been with me for over 15years, now everything is clear and so heartbreaking knowing I could have helped myself long ago.
So after reading a lot in the past 5days, I am embracing it and trying to fight it when episodes hit. I wrote a poem this morning on it.
Borderline Brain
I've tried to explain to my brain that the pain it gives me is not divine why can't you stop destroying all that's forever mine
How is it yours, it asks and then it points out the clues they're gonna leave you, you know for all that you misuse – your body is imperfect, why don’t you hurt it a bit everyone laughs in your face and it’s okay if you have a split Go on, tell them you’re worst thoughts you’ve been hiding away Go find another heart to take while you’re begging these to stay. And in one moment you’re fine, thinking it was all in your dreams but when you wake up, I’m still here borderline with everything, it seems. Do you even know who you are or if that what you’re wearing is nice How about get angry a bit and a new spark with anyone entice and once they love you for you are a mirror of who they actually are, One day it will be clearer they should just say goodbye So instead of living in this delusion telling yourself another lie, Your only way out from this torture if you could just simply die.
And as I stare in the hollow of what my brain has just done Sometimes I’d just get up and follow because I cannot leave it and run And whomever you try to explain people just say to let go but living in constant pain is something no one would ever know. So I am drawing little Sunshines to all my black and white days trying to convince my own thoughts that there are some other ways – To think and just change why don’t you give it a try, but my brain is so numb repeating the same lullaby…
So I’ve tried to explain To my brain that the pain it gives me is not my choice Why not lose my mind instead so I can finally rest and rejoice.

When they use numerology to stage their events then you know its FAKE
TWIN TOWERS DESTROYED BY CONTROLLED DEMOLITION= 223
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Globalist needed to stage another Pearl Harbour event as a pretext for Middle East Wars
Pearl Harbour itself was a staged event
JAPANESE SURPRISE ATTACK ON PEARL HARBOUR= 223
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Construction on the World Trade Centre began on 6 August 1968= 6/8/'68
Hiroshima anniv
33 years before it was destroyed
DESTRUCTION= 68
PLANE CRASHES= 68
The US adopted 911 as their Emergency Call number the same year 1968
​
On the morning of the 911 attacks Bush was reading the book The Pet Goat to Children
BUSH READS THE PET GOAT TO CHILDREN= 322
Bush entered the classroom 9:03 am
Flight 175 hit the WTC tower at 9:03 am
Flight 11 crashed into 93rd floor of the North Tower
Flight 93 crashed into Somerset County Pennsylvania on the 39th parallel
Crashed at 10.03 am= 22:03
223--Skull & Bones signature
PLANES CRASH--TWIN TOWERS= 93
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The World Trade Centre was first bombed in 1993
The bombing was blamed on the Blind Sheik
BLIND SHEIK= 93
WORLD TRADE CENTRE NORTH BOMBING= 322
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Osama Bin Laden's 'father' died-- coincidentally--in a plane crash on Sep 3 1967
Sep 3= 9/3
119 days remaining in the year
(Ronald Reagan died on Sep 3= 9/3 at age 93)
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12 Oct 2000---The bombing of the USS Cole was staged to make Bin Laden a household name
Exactly 11 months before the 911 attacks
Bombed at 11:18 am= 11/9
USS COLE BOMBED= 216
The bomb supposedly created a 18 x 12 m gash on the ship's side
18 x 12= 216
216= 6x6x6= 666
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Osama/Obama Hoax
44th USA PRESIDENT= 223
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99 months 9 days after USS Cole bombed--
President Obama's Inauguration
exactly 119 weeks later--
the Osama Bin Laden character was killed off
ALQAEDA= 23
FAKE= 23
SPOOK= 23
CIA= 23
LYING= 23
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Obama's Fake Birth Certificate was an Insider Joke
All high- profile Globalist Stooges have fake birth dates
Thats how they identify one another
Obama was supposedly born 4 August
216th Day of the Year
216= 6x6x6= 666
149 days left in the year
SKULL AND BONES= 149
ANTI CHRIST= 149
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BIRTH CERTIFICATE is a code word for 911
BIRTH CERTIFICATE= 156
911 = 156th prime number
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The North Tower was the one that was hit first on 911
NORTH TOWER= 156
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911= 9+1+1=11
Sept 11
254th day of the year
2+4+5=11
111 days left in the year
The first plane to hit the World Trade Centre was Flight 11
AMERICAN AIRLINES= AA= 11
Flight 11 had 92 people on board---9+2=11
11 crew members
New York is the 11th state added to the Union
New York City has 11 letters
The Pentagon has 11 letters
Pentagon located 38 N 77W
PENTAGON= 38
Flight 77 crashed into the Pentagon on the 77th meridian
Boeing 757-223

If we've mail met, then you likely know my health has never been the best and that I get sick quite frequently. With life outside my apartment also getting busier, I've finally decided to investigate possible causes more thoroughly so I'm not knocked out every two weeks or so and constantly powering through minor pains.
This has meant a lot of making appointments, getting different tests done and frustration. I've also been, ironically, quite a bit ill during this process. As such, I'm running low on spoons.
I am very very behind on cards and doing everything at snail's pace, so if you've not heard from me in a while, I'm still here!
I've been trying to respect my energy levels to avoid getting stuck in the cycle of "feel better - do all things - overwhelm hits - sick again and now burnt out".
I'll get to forms/thank yous/replies eventually. I'm not on hiatus or anything, just letting you lovely souls know that any offers I've posted/will post will take longer than usual and ask that you be patient!
Thank you and keep on keeping on!

• Disclaimer: this is all my own subjective opinion and I just wanted to share it here and hopefully make people spark a discussion about it.

With the recent WCS event, we've all seen Odd-Eyes and Orcust (and worse a combination of the two) running rampant with close to no limitations on their capabilities. As result they will most likely get hit with the upcoming forbidden/limited hammer (I hope they will, even though I'm at fault for playing both as well; that's just how frustrating this current event is).
However most of the discussions I see here are only in regards to those 2 archetypes (some talk about Yugo skill as well but, im my opinion, isn't as bad) while none are talking about how COMMON the spell card staples are in any given deck. If I'm going to talk about specifics, then the spell cards will be CC/MST, BoM and, in my opinion to a lesser degree, Forbidden Lance/Chalice.
Unlike the already limited trap card staples (limited for a good reason), the above mentioned spell card staples aren't limited, although they are stronger than the limited trap staples depending on the cards and situations like the fact that spell cards inherently can be used almost whenever unlike traps which are required to be set and wait for the turn to pass unless mentioned otherwise; that is until you set the spell which in this case it behaves exactly like a trap card if it's a quick spell which is what this discussion is specifically talking about. Let me give you some examples.
1) CC/MST are cards that literally banish/destroy another backrow card with little to no cost and in the case of CC, abused to trigger skills (that is one reason that CC was limited in the past before it became unlimited again).
2) BoM is like a weaker Floodgate, only it doesn't lock the monster into set position and can only affect 1 monster per BoM, however it can be used pretty much whenever unlike Floodgate which requires a summon to trigger.
Unlike the above mentioned examples, the reason I think Forbidden Chalice/Lance are to a lesser degree is because they're more specific in their use which makes them more specific to the deck they're being put in, and they also have a downside to them being increasing/decreasing a monster attack.
The fact that the above cards (bar Chalice/Lance) are that common without any limitations what so ever, in my opinion, reduces deck complexity, diversity and is just plain annoying and frustrating. When I try to deal with a backrow I always think which card is the CC/MST/BoM, before I think about the cards being any other card, that's bad considering it's a game that requires some thinking in how to deal with different situations, but there can be no different situations when almost everyone is using the same thing.
Take for example Night Beam; it's doing the same thing as MST, but unlike MST the target cannot trigger itself to do its thing before destruction, however unlike MST in cannot be used in the opponents' turn, yet no one is currently using it, why? Simply because MST is better because it can be used the moment the opponent puts down a backrow, which Night Beam is incapable of doing anything at that time.
What does everyone here think about the above cards being limited as well?
Tl;dr: (in my opinion) CC/MST and maybe BoM should also be limited to be in line with the other backrow staples, while Forbidden Chalice/Lance don't need to be limited because their use is more specific and niche.

There's this girl I met at the gym a couple of years ago. I try to be respectful 'cus girls get hit on all the time, but I just wanted to get to know her or whatever, and I took a little shot. She got weird after that which I respected because I get it, also turns out she has a boyfriend, I didn't know that at the time. Anyway I was respectful but as she became more chill I just treated her friendly, because hey, I actually like her, it's not like I'm desperate to get laid, I'm married. She was actually pretty cool, we would chat every now and then at the gym though I hadn't seen her in a long time. And she liked my stuff on Facebook so like obviously she was OK with me.
I think I'm a different kind of guy. Not fundamentally just the way I've lived my life and grown. I think her natural reaction is to run away because most dudes are desperate, socially unaware and pushy. But I think little by little she realized I was just being honest about my feelings, lol, not desperate, just honest. So I felt like the vibe was good even though I wasn't really pursuing her or anything. I still liked chatting with her and stuff.
Well a few months ago the gym had like a get-together, and she's actually part of the gym organization, and I had gone to that get-together the year prior. Actually she had invited me to that the first time, and I think that's when she realized I was into her because she started acting weird after I was super enthusiastic about it, lol. So anyway the most recent get-together I find out about via photos on Facebook, aka, nobody invited me. I thought me and this girl were cool so obviously I was upset, I sent some messages to the gym account with clapping emojis and stuff like not overtly being a dick but indirectly lol. It's more honest, I dunno, it felt bad to be left out like that.
Since then her and I hadn't talked at all. In fairness I haven't seen her much but at least before we would connect on Facebook and stuff. Anyway I get the vibe she's hard on herself, don't ask me why but I know her, so maybe she thinks she made some grave mistake by leaving me out, IDK. Like yeah it didn't feel good but it's not the end of the world, I understand maybe for her it's a difficult situation what with having a boyfriend and stuff.
So anyway finally I saw her today, she was alone, which is not usually the case, the last couple of times I've seen her she's been with other people so I just said a cordial hi and that's that. But today I asked her "how's it going?" and it was just a short 1-minute conversation about what's going on in her life and then she asked me about mine. She literally turned bright red.
IDK what that means but I obviously got an emotional reaction out of her. The insecure part of me says that she's uncomfortable around me, like in a bad way, but I don't think that's true because she was super cool with me after her initial pulling back. Option 2 is that she feels bad about leaving me out and thinks I'm angry with her or something. Option 3 is that she kind of likes me but feels embarrassed / guilty because she has a boyfriend and stuff.
I really don't know if she likes me or not but I think I've treated her really well and I think she sees something attractive about me. So maybe it was option 3, or a combination of option 3 and option 2.
But it's cool, I'm glad I talked to her. We're not gonna hook up, I don't think we're even gonna be great friends, but it's cool to see her at the gym and shoot the shit and on Facebook and stuff. I also wanted to reestablish normalcy, and I wanted her to know it was all good and I forgive her and stuff (in case she thought I was angry). Anyway, I genuinely like her and don't want her to feel bad about herself or anything. And I kind of missed having those little interactions with her every now and then.
I think that's pretty damn respectable and hey maybe she does too.

I mostly play salmon run, or anarchy open with friends. I was S+ in Splatoon2, I don't remember if Splatoon1 had S+ or just S.
In Splatoon3 at launch I played enough solo/series to hit S+ and get the gold badge during season 1. I lost a couple series matches at the start of season 2 but have not done series since.
My understanding of ranks in Splatoon3 was that at each season rotation you would get dropped a rank or so (aside from S+10 and higher retaining S+0 and access to X rank), however my experience is that I am perpetually stuck in S rank.
Is there some hidden ELO system keeping me in S? How can I drop my rank so my friends in S/A/B/C are not subjected to teams of full S+/Xrank players?
I only play anarchy open occasionally with them, yet they get demoted each season while I am in S forever. We generally lose far more than we win,
Is there any documented reason for this, or speculated mechanics?
I get that Nintendo has no idea how to handle online games but this seems a bit silly now that we are 3 seasons in, and I am the only one retaining rank season after season while only ever playing ranked [open] with the players who are being demoted. Our win/loss rates are identical in open. They play some series but I don't bother.
Any ideas?
Here's me retaining S rank for this season switch over. One of my friends was actually attempting to hit S+, and had a higher S score than me at season end, but was deranked while I remain in S... again... even though I am not actively playing series.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynsp4djpEEU

Hi bros! College guy Latino here (25) looking to make new bro friends around my age or older. I'm from PA, US. Happily taken by a great man, but I'd like to find guy friends for maybe a bromance? I love going to the movies, running, hiking, traveling and landscaping. I'm in the marketing/PR industry. Not looking for anything sexual though, just genuine friendships. Want to chat? Hit me up!

My sister have been hitting me since yesterday I couldn't sleep I'm still awake, she hit me with the belt multiple times, on my thighs, knees, legs, basically my whole leg also on my face too and on my shoulders, and she also hit me with her hands she was punching me really hard on my shoulder and back, then came again and started hitting me again, this time I was stuck in the corner and tried covering myself with the curtains and she was saying some psycho stuff, when I was hiding myself under the curtains from her she was sayin "oh so you're covering your whole body except your face so I can hit your face with the belt" then she took the curtains away I couldn't pull them from her because I was so weak and fragile from all the shaking so she took the curtains away from me and started hitting me with the belt, she was also calling me names like "whore" and "piece of shit" then when I respond back she gets mad and hits me, she was also trying to pull me from my clothes towards the apartment's door so she can kick me out of the apartment, again I was weak from the shaking but I'm lucky that I managed to run away from her, and no I can't isolate myself from her and her sis (they both want me dead), the apartment has two rooms but they took those two rooms for them also there's no locks, literally no locks, not in their rooms and not in the bathroom, they even took the lock in one of the rooms months ago so I don't lock myself there when they're doing their hobby aka abusing me, and I have no relatives that I can stay with, my grandma does live in the same neighborhood as us but she loves my sisters and thinks that I'm a psychopath, I'm still shaking from fear as I'm typing this, I also told my dad and mom about this through text I even showed proof of the abuse but they refuse to be on my side, so I told my friends who are in another country and thankfully they're on my side but they can't help because they're in a different country, I wanna go to the police station now to tell them everything but the bathtub faucet is broken and I have to wait for the plumber to arrive, I didn't take a shower from 3-4 days because of the broken faucet that's why I'm saying that I need to shower first

I am 3 weeks clean & sober and the decades of my own lies and bullshit are hitting me hard. Someone used the phrase "live honestly" in an NA meeting and that was powerful. But part of learning to live honestly comes with new awareness of all the hurt and pain I've caused everyone with my crap, all my stupid selfishness; worst of all, the lies I told to all the people who love me or even near-strangers who would have helped me had I given them the chance. I used to think my addiction wasn't "that bad" because I still kept my job, car, house, but now I see I only got to keep those things through manipulation. It makes me physically nauseous.
Part of me wants to assuage the guilt and run around and say I'm sorry. But I want to actually BE a good person to everyone, I want to live honestly without blaming and bullsh*. I can't believe how unforgivingly awful I have treated so many amazing people, for so many years. And I think I might be a psychopath.
I don't know what to do with all these feelings.

The first murder victim we found in a hotel dumpster. He was wearing a tuxedo and his pockets were stuffed with counterfeit money.
My rookie partner was quick to jump to conclusions. “Must be running a counterfeit operation. His partner didn’t want to share the cash.”
I wasn’t so sure. Someone took a long time to make this fake cash, why stuff his pockets full of it? Most of the homicides we get in this city are angry husbands or drug deals gone bad. This was different.
Other than the body, there was no evidence at the scene.
The second murder happened two days later. It was a retired and decorated military man. He was alone in his study enjoying a cigar. Someone cracked him over the head with something blunt.
Whoever did this was good. There were no signs of forced entry, no signs of a fight. When it happened, it was quick and quiet.
My partner started blabbing again. Damn rookie. “Maybe he didn’t pay a hooker?”
I put him in his place. “Evidence, Marty. We need evidence. You make theories up in your head, you’re gonna start finding answers to that predetermined outlook. Which won’t help us catch who did this.”
Problem was we couldn’t find any evidence. Not even the murder weapon.
The murders were completely different. But I was starting to suspect this was the same guy.
The third murder was the most gruesome. The lengths this guy must have went to plant this body in the hospital.
The area was sectioned off, some cops outside the door making sure nobody disturbed our scene.
The body on the floor was full of holes. The flesh had been dug out of him. It was hard to tell but it looked like his organs might have been removed. Oddest thing was the red clown nose sewn to his face.
Our forensics guy was taking pictures. My rookie partner was finally speechless. He knelt down by the body, looking for evidence.
“Haven’t had this much work since I started,” the forensics guy said between pictures. “First the schmuck at the hotel on Park Avenue, then the Colonel, now this? Overtime’s gonna be great.”
It hit me like a cannon; visions of little red motels and candlesticks. Monopoly. Clue. They were all fucking board games. This sick son of a bitch is telling us this is all a game to him.
But what children’s game had a guy full of holes?
My partner snapped on latex gloves and said, “Looks like somethings been placed inside him.” He started to reach inside the body.
“Wait! Don’t!”
Whatever he grabbed connected the circuit. He began convulsing, electricity shooting through his body. I had to kick his arm hard to break the circuit. I began CPR. His heart had stopped.
“Get an ambulance!” I yelled at the photographer.
Come back to me you stupid rookie. I compressed his chest. We’ve got a psycho to catch. Come back damn it!

Hi everyone,
I just want to get this off my chest.
I (F, 27, from Europe) need some advice on what to do when you´ve been feeling so bad for so long about yourself?
When you have:

• only one friend. I try to make friends and be social, but it feels so fake everytime, it´s like i don´t have an interest in what other people have to say. I hate small talk.
  
• great, loving and understanding parents, but they where a bit too overprotective and don´t realise it. I keep residing in this overprotective bubble and weirdly enough have never felt the need to "rebel" and do my own thing, unlike my brother. I don´t have the need right now to buy an appartment, learn how to drive, etc.
  
• a job that I hate, but that's 100% because of my own bad, negative, toxic and selfsabotaging mindset.
  
• no energy. I keep awake at night to loose myself in quick dopamine hits (Youtube, social media,...). I don´t want the night to end and the depressing day to start again. During the day, I almost fall over from tiredness everytime.
  
• no great health, because sometimes I just don´t want to eat, because there´s nothing exciting in the fridge.
  
• no great posture, because I don´t have the discipline to do the exercises the fysiotherapist told me to do. It´s so easy, but I keep bringing myself down because I´m not doing them.
  
• finally found a hobby that I love dearly (indian dance), but it threatens to go ´bad' because of my own self-sabotaging mindset.
  
• have many dreams, but don´t take action. Many dreams and things I like are at odds with how people perceive me. I worry to much that they will not understand or just laugh at me like "YOU are going to do THAT? Ha, don´t make me laugh!"
  
• somtimes I get flashes of motivation to do it right this time and make something of my live. But the next day, it´s back to square one. They say when you start something, the engine will start running and you will get momentum. But the second I start with some procastinated thing from work, all the negative thoughts come through at once and all I can do is cry. Afterwards I feel exhausted and can´t put myself behind my desk anymore and finish the task. All I want to do is sleep at that point.
  
• a brain that´s only occupied by overthinking, anxiety and beating myself up. When I come to the point of taking action, I´m so exhausted by my own mind that the negative demons always win, and the postive thoughts drown, if they weren´t dead already long ago.
  
• no boyfriend, because nobody wants me in this state. I would be the toxic person in the relationship. I litteraly crave for affection, intimacy and love at this point, because I can´t love myself, and that´s not a good start for any relationship.
  
• feel alienated from my peers, because I haven´t bonded with people my age for like forever. I almost always was on my own, with the exeption of one friend. I would have loved to share this journey of growing up with someone else or a group of friends, that maybe would have put things in perspective and challenged my own thoughts, but anxiety kept me back for so long.
  

I have had many conversations with my parents and therapist, but convincing myself to do something about it, take action and challenge my thoughts, that seems almost impossible right now.
I know what to do and how to overcome this, but it´s so fucking hard to actually put it into practice. I feel so alone and weak, fighting against this big negative storm in my head, and all of this when you have to live your day to day live.
They say when you are at your lowest, the only way to go is up. But maybe I´m not low enough yet and I should maybe give in to the thoughts of ending it all, so that I can think and see clearly again.
Thanks for reading! I apppreciate it!

Elemental Quiver Legendary Item Requires attunement
This quiver was blessed by the 4 Elemental Lords of Air, Earth, Water, and Fire. Upon attunement, the wielder is granted a pool of Elemental Charges equal to their proficiency score. Upon depletion, these charges will not recharge until completion of a long rest. All attacks with arrows from this quiver are considered magical
Elemental Unity While attuned, the wielder is capable of willing an element of their choosing to bind to the arrows stored within, using a bonus action. All arrows that are infused with an element deal an extra 1d4 damage to the target. Damage type is dependent on the element: Air-1d4 Slashing, Water-1d4 Piercing, Earth-1d4 Force, and Fire-1d4 Fire. After all Elemental Charges are depleted, the arrows pulled from this quiver are no longer capable of elemental infusion until the wielder completes a long rest
Blessing of Air The wielder may use an elemental charge to cause a missed attack with an Air infused arrow to hit the target.
Blessing of Water This quiver never runs out of arrows.
Blessing of Earth The wielder may use an Elemental Charge, willing an Earth infused arrow to create a stone barrier originating from the point of impact. The barrier dimension and shape is decided by the wielder but may not exceed 10 Sq ft. in any dimension. If a creature is struck by this arrow, it deals an extra 1d6 force damage, and the creature must succeed a dexterity saving throw or be knocked prone and considered restrained by the created stone.
Blessing of Fire The wielder may use 2 Elemental charges, willing a Fire infused arrow to cause an explosion at the point of impact. This explosion deals an extra 2d6 fire damage to anyone within a 15 ft. radius.

I just wanna emphasis that the game isn't just about throwing offstage and gimping. Like, I get thats usually the most ideal when playing against characters with recoveries that arn't phenomenal, but it's not always the case to go for it.
Take for example my previous post. When I grabbed Dk at the ledge, he was about 79%, right? Now consider this. Doc's bthrow has absolutely no shot at killing dk off the throw alone. It's not that strong and it most certainly won't bother a super heavy too much. Especially one with decent airspeed. And also, Doc's bthrow is diagonal. If DK goes high, he can get back to stage and receive little damage from retaliation, if he plays correctly. Doc doesn't have much range. Now, let's consider about edgegaurding and gimping. Here's a couple things to consider:

1. Doc has no range on his aerials compared to DK
   1. If I decide to go offstage and hit him, DK has options to hit me away. Fair will outreach and spike. Sideb has armor and would spike. And he will always have a properly timed Nair or upb to get us both back to stage, with me taking damage for free.
   2. Even if I do hit DK, it still won't garuntee a kill. He's a super heavy. Top 3. He could eat on of my aerials and still be able to upb over me while I try to get back to stage.
   3. If I go offstage, I'm putting myself in danger and risking the lead I already had. What would happen if he airdodges corectly? Or if I had to use my double jump? I'm putting myself in a place where DK could pull a reversal. And that's a problem because:
2. Doc has no recovery. Plain and simple. If I get tapped while I'm offstage, I too will have to fumble to get back. Even if I'm getting hit back. Heavens forbid I get footstooled.
3. Pills can be worked around. Most likely then not, DK can upb through the pill. Pills are easy to snuff out. Even then, if he plays it well, he could still preserve his double jump, eat the pill, and simply try again. Ofcourse this is assuming his quick thinking and reactive options, but it's possible.

All of this wasting time with no real payoff if it doesn't get the stock. This was 30seconds in and we're both still under 100%. We don't need to speedrun. Just take time and feel things out. I hate it when I run into your typical Falcon, Chrom or Jiggly puff that tries to rush me off the stage. Just play the game, my g. Which brings me to the forward throw. Why did I do it then? Simply because I wanted to focus more on racking more damage on DK and keeping him in disadvantage. It's kinda important to keep a momentum on him, especially as a doc, so trying to keep him in the air and catching his landing/defensive options could net more results. Especially when I can toss my one projectile that I can combo off of for free on hit. And guess what happened, sum bich double jumped back for no reason and sideb'd the pill while landing. With that much endlag, I landed my fair and killed him at 97%. AS A SUPER HEAVY!(dying under 100 on stage is uncommon for them) Because I chose to play it out and see how he reacts, I get a simpler kill without a chance of me being offstage. Doc dub.
With that, I wanna emphasis about forward throws because this wasn't the first time someone called me out for it. I don't see a point of backthrowing, if I dont see myself getting a kill off of it alone or it was send a far distance. Everyone seems to think that Doc's bthrow is nuclear when actually it's still as strong as Mario's, just a different angle. Sure, if it's the lower angle, it could end some stocks quite early, but most of the time it won't. And that just plays off of if I want to go offstage for them or not. Where as I could simply use my forward throw, or the others, instead. When I forward throw, I get stage control(I can get the middle of the stage), advantage(they're in the air and disadvantage), and lowering the staleness of my moves. Even if I didn't forward throw, I could still down throw for my basic 2 hit bnb or upthrow for the previous reasons for forward throw. People forget that there's more moves in these character's kit. Like Luigi's up throw, Doc/Wolf's reflector, Kirby's ftilt, and majority of Fire emblem's counter when they arn't offstage. You don't have to go for the same move over and over again. They implemented staleness SPECIFICALLY for that. Having control over your character's kit is what makes a player and can cause the skill difference in the other. Unless you play No Funner, Spamus, Winwin, Mayonetta in which case you could run that shit like a broken record and still get results.
But for real, I really didn't care too much about that post after the first few comments. And when I woke up and saw how much karma it gotten, I was like because I really didn't expect much out of it. I still ain't looking at the comments because that shit reeks of quickplayers who either blame me for playing doc, complaining about the cargo complaining, or outright didn't find the video entertaining(which is understandable. Except for the fact the ones that said the ending wasn't hype. I SWEAR TO GOD IF HE ACTUALLY AIRDODGED CORRECTLY OR UPB'D, HE WOULD'VE RAN INTO THE SPIKE. NO MAGNET HAND THE EDGE, PURE DEATH. Not muy fault he was bad! Infact it actually supports my point that he was nothing without cargo! You dense motherfuckers, it was almost a 100%+ damage zero to death!) But all that is done and now we go forward(throw) and continue posting clips. Take care and please neuter your Cloud, Sephiroth, and Sora players.

Four hits, three runs, and a win! Not quite what I'd call an offensive explosion but our guys touched home plate more than their guys did. 10:15 start time is tough but it sure does get easier when the Orioles win.
Anyway, you know the rules. See if you can pick out today's starting lineup before Roch posts it. One point for every correct position in the batting order, and one point for every correct position in the field. (e.g. if your lineup includes 2. Rutschman C, then you get two points if Adley catches and hits in the 2 hole).
Yesterday's winners, with 12 points, were u/Clarice_Ferguson and yours truly u/WillieKeeler96!
11 points: u/majahi, u/ScoutNWilder, u/jaxjag91, u/Zay_Jack
10 points: u/bridge_is_fun, u/sports_junky18
9 points: u/Yellowcat1457, u/OrangeBuffalo8, u/C1osertothesuN,
8 points: u/maLeFxcTor, u/racefan9
7 points: u/BKoala59, u/Virtual_Try_987
Today's pitching matchup is RHP Kyle Bradish (2-1, 3.89 ERA, 1.30 WHIP, 44.0 IP) vs. Orioles Legend RHP Alex Cobb (4-2, 3.05 ERA, 1.40 WHIP, 62.0 IP). I am hopeful that Bradish will continue his masterful pitching against non-AL East opponents. I am also hopeful that the bats wake up. Calling it now: Tony Tater into the Bay!