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I M14 am in my first more serious relationship rn with my bf M14, and I don’t know if I still like him. I feel really shitty about it. I struggle with depression and feeling emotions in general and I wonder if I’m just depressed or if I genuinely don’t care about him anymore. I still love being around him and being his friend. But I’m not sure if I want to be in a relationship with him, I don’t think I want to leave him though. I just want to know if this is a normal feeling, maybe I’ve gotten used to being around him and the excitement of a new relationship has ended and I’m just here or what. Some advice would be helpful.

At the world’s top college of magic and technology, every day brings a new discovery -and a new disaster. The advanced experiments of the college students tend to be both ambitious and apocalyptic, with the end of the world only prevented by a mysterious time loop, and a small handful of students who retain their memories.
Surviving the loops was hard enough, but now, in his senior year, Vell Harlan must take charge of them, and deal with the fact that the whole world now knows his secrets. Everyone knows about Vell’s death and resurrection, along with the divine game he is a part of. Now Vell must contend with overly curious scientists and evil billionaires hungry for divine power while the daily doomsday cycle bombards him with terrorists, talking elephants, and the Grim Reaper himself -but if he can endure it all, the Last Goddess’s game promises the ultimate prize: power over life itself.
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“Four years on and the headache still sucks,” Vell groaned to himself.
Though most of the loopers had managed to make it to midnight alive, they had nothing to show for it but headaches. They had not succeeded in digging Cane out of the rubble, or investigating his apparent ghost theory in any other way. That was a complication, but not a fatal one. They had some leads to work with, at least, and Vell knew where to get started on the ghost angle. Vell gladly made the call that would get them started.
“Goooooood morning Mr. Harlan,” Harley chimed. “What’s happening?”
“Frog invasions, among other problems,” Vell grumbled.
“Oh, that’s a time loop headache if I ever heard it,” Harley said. She’d run into that affliction more than a few times.
“Yeah, it’s not great,” Vell said. “Listen, do you still have Garrett’s number?”
“Ooh, ghost problems, eh?” Harley said. “I’ll text it to you.”
“Thanks. I kind of got to get right to it, so I’ll have to give you the details later, alright? Love you, Harley.”
“Love you too, bud,” Harley said. “Say hi to Garret for me.”
Vell hung up the first call and braced himself for the second. He liked Garret, but he could also be a lot to deal with -a fact well-demonstrated by the phone call beginning with Garret’s theme music blaring over the phone. Once the bombastic rock and roll stopped, Vell was disappointed to hear a mechanical beep indicate the start of an answering machine message.
“Hi, you’ve reached Garret Geist, Ghost Getter,” the message said, in Garrett’s usual southern california drawl. “I’m currently on a long-term submersible mission to exorcise the ghosts of shipwreck victims who’ve been trapped undersea for centuries.”
“What?”
Vell knew it was a recording, but needed to voice his offense anyway. It was hard to truly be mad knowing Garrett was doing something so incredibly heroic, though.
“I should be back to the surface and ready to help in a few days, so please leave a message and I’ll get to you as soon as I can!”
The automated message clicked again and fell silent. Vell hung up the phone and let out a low groan of despair.
“Okay, we’re not screwed yet,” Vell said. “Just need to wait a bit.”
Vell brushed his teeth and rushed through breakfast, and then, right on cue, heard a knock on his door. He whipped it open to find a bothersome scientist once again at his door.
“Hi, good morning,” Vell said, as he opened the door. “You here to bother me about Quenay?”
“I- uh, I have some very interesting theories.”
“I’m sure you do,” Vell said. “If you can just hold on one second…”
Vell paused and waited. The bothersome student also waited, at least for a few seconds.
“What exactly are we waiting for?”
“This.”
Cane grabbed the student by the collar and yanked them away from the door. Vell invited him in and slammed the door shut behind them to really drive the point home.
“Thank you for that,” Vell said. “Did you need something?”
“Just to talk to you,” Cane said. “I was trying to get people together to hang out tonight. Figured you’d want in, if you’re not too busy.”
“I could probably make it, I just have to…”
Vell froze. He really should’ve come up with these lies in advance.
“You good, Vell?”
“I, uh, sorry, just losing track of things, mentally,” Vell said. “I’ve had a lot of people, uh, ask me for help with things.”
“What kind of things?” Cane said. “You need a hand?”
“Maybe.”
Vell contemplated how to proceed for a moment, and then figured he’d probably built up enough good will with Cane over the past four years he could just dive right in.
“You ever heard about frog ghosts?”
“Yeah,” Cane said, without so much as blinking.
“Oh, cool,” Vell said. “What about them?”
“Well, hold on, are you talking about frog ghosts as in the ghost of frogs, or a ghost related to frogs?”
“Either or, I guess?”
“Okay, because I don’t know anything about any ghostly frogs,” Cane said. “There is supposedly the ghost of a guy obsessed with frogs on campus, though.”
“Interesting. Tell me about the frog guy.”
“I don’t know all the details, it was kind of an urban legend even when my brother came here about a decade back,” Cane said. “All he ever told me was the this frog-obsessed sophomore died while studying, and he haunts the basement of the sophomore dorms, I guess. ‘Some say you can still hear faint croaking in the basement’ and all that horror story shit.”
“Interesting,” Vell said, again. “Let me look into that and we’ll circle back later, alright? I gotta go, see you.”
“Vell-”
“Sorry, kind of in a hurry, bud,” Vell said, as he left and shut the door behind.
“This is your dorm, dude,” Cane said.
***
“You were not exaggerating about this headache,” Alex said.
“We warned you,” Kim said. “Man, it’s almost better to die.”
“How do you have a headache, you’re made of metal!”
“It’s complicated,” Kim said. Her synthetic body did not spare her from the time loop headache, no matter how she rebuilt herself.
“Good morning everyone,” Helena said, as she whacked the door open with a crutch. “What did I miss?”
“Quiet down a little, please” Hawke said.
“Why?”
“Do you not have a headache too?”
“No, I died pretty early,” Helena said. “Got a frog on me.”
“You died from a frog touching you? What condition do you have that causes that?”
“Well it was a poison dart frog, so I guess ‘being alive’,” Helena said. Samson pursed his lips and said nothing. “What did you all get up to while I was busy being dead?”
“Vell found out the frogs were summoned by a weird frog-obsessed ghost,” Hawke said. “He apparently knows a guy who might be able to help.”
The loopers then proceeded to relax and chat about frogs, ghosts, and other miscellaneous topics for about seven minutes, which made it a lot less dramatic when Vell barged in and announced Garret would be unable to help.
“Oh come on,” Kim snapped. “What’s the point of knowing a ghost hunter if he never helps hunt ghosts?”
“He’s on some undersea mission to rescue lost souls,” Vell said. “Which makes it really hard to be mad at him.”
“And yet I manage,” Kim said. She didn’t begrudge Garret personally, but she had been hoping for their first easy win of the year. All the apocalypses thus far had been a major pain in the ass.
“Aren’t you people supposed to be able to handle things like this?”
“Yes, Alex, and we will,” Vell said. “Just would’ve been nice to have a professional on the job.”
“I’ll get the ghostbusting stuff ready,” Hawke sighed. He would’ve loved a chance to outsource their daily nonsense.
“Keep it on standby for now,” Vell said. “Ghosts have unfinished business or regrets. If we can help our ghost deal with whatever frog-related business he’s got going on, maybe we can fix this without having to bust anyone.”
“That’s your plan?” Alex said. “Be nice to the ghost that crushed a building and hope it goes away?”
“Yes,” Vell said, with a completely straight face. “And busting is plan B.”
“Bustin’ makes me feel good,” Hawke sang, as he grabbed all their various ghostbusting gear.
“True professionals at work,” Alex scoffed. Everyone else rolled their eyes and got back to work.
“Vell is an old pro at being nice to people,” Kim said. “Just ask Helena’s sister.”
“Don’t pat yourself on the back, Joan’s incredibly susceptible to manipulation,” Helena said. It was disturbing she’d say that, and even more disturbing she knew that. “That said, anyone dumb enough to get stuck as a ghost for decades will probably buy into your routine just as easily.”
“Thanks for your input,” Vell said. “I’m just going to go ahead and get started.”
He said that both because it was important and because it was an excuse to get away from Alex and Helena faster.
“Need any backup?” Samson asked, for similar reasons.
“I’ll check it out solo first,” Vell said. Historically speaking, he was the best people-pleaser, a dubious honor at best, but one that came in handy when dealing with a frog-summoning ghost. “I’ll let you know if I need backup.”
“Or busting,” Hawke said.
“Or busting,” Vell agreed. “I have to find out where the ghost is, for starters. I’ll be in touch soon.”
***
Finding the lair of the ghost was the first hurdle. As it turned out, the sophomore dorms had a lot of basements. Every building on campus had a lot of basements, so Vell was not all that surprised. At least these basements didn’t have booby traps or old experiment equipment in them. They mostly just had a lot of junk. Vell kicked aside some old food wrappers and scanned the room.
“Why do people treat these empty rooms like dumping grounds?”
“People are usually different when they think no one is watching.”
Vell whipped around and saw a transparent head poking through one of the nearby walls. A ghost if Vell had ever seen one.
“Oh, hi,” Vell said. “Uh, weird question, how do you feel about frogs?”
“I’m ambivalent at best,” the ghost said. “Are you looking for the frog guy? Because he haunts two rooms over.”
The ghost pointed to the right, down the hall, and Vell looked that way.
“Thanks,” Vell said. He took a few steps towards the door before spinning around to face the other ghost again. “Uh, do you need any help like, moving on? Finishing unfinished business?”
“Nah, we get wifi down here, so I don’t mind just chilling,” the ghost said. “Thanks for offering though.”
The ghost drew back into the wall and vanished from sight. While Vell was painfully curious as to how a ghost accessed wifi, he decided it was time to move on. The frog ghost was apparently close by, after all.
Vell followed the wifi ghost’s directions and hopped two doors down, barging into a subterranean room that was uncomfortably moist and smelled of mud and rainwater. Condensation dripped from the ceiling and onto Vell’s back, sending an unpleasant shiver down his spine. Unlike other rooms, this one was completely free of any garbage, but Vell took no comfort in that.
“Hello? Anybody home?”
A chill ran down Vell’s spine that definitely was not another drop of water. He waited two seconds, took a deep breath, and turned around.
“Hello.”
Vell was just inches away from another transparent face. This one had a slight green tint, with wide set eyes and a broad, flat mouth. Vell wondered if the similarities to a frog had been there during this person’s life, or if they just liked frogs so much their ghost had slowly shifted to reflect their passion.
“Hey! Hi, uh, nice to meet you,” Vell mumbled. “I’m Vell.”
“I’m Raine.”
“Neat, nice name,” Vell said. If Raine noticed the awkward hesitation in the compliment, he didn’t show it. “So, uh, I was wondering, well, I heard you were the guy to ask about frogs.”
The already wide eyes of the ghost got even wider, and visible excitement trembled through their spectral form. Vell began to think he may have made a mistake.
***
“So even though it’s the biggest frog in the America’s, the helmeted water toad is still only half the size of the Goliath frog,” Raine said. “Which must be wild for the helmeted water toad. Could you imagine crossing an ocean and finding out the people who live there are literally twice your size?”
“Must be pretty mindblowing, yeah,” Vell said.
“And that’s not even going into the real extremes,” Raine said. “Do you remember our pal P. Amauensis?”
“How could I forget,” Vell said, about something he had definitely forgotten.
“Not just the world’s smallest frog, but maybe the world’s smallest vertebrate,” Raine said. “Only seven point seven millimeters long, a literal fraction of the Goliath frog! Could you imagine meeting someone who’s only as big as your toe?”
“I actually did, once,” Vell said. “Shrink ray.”
“Oh. Was...was it weird?”
“A little,” Vell said.
“Wow. You almost know what it’s like to be a Goliath frog meeting a P. Amauensis,” Raine said. “I’m so jealous.”
“Yeah, I’ve done a lot of interesting stuff,” Vell said. “What about you, what’d you get up to when you weren’t studying frogs?”
Raine tilted his spectral head and stared blankly at Vell.
“You did do things other than study frogs, right?”
“Not if I could help it,” Raine said.
“Okay, uh...what did you like to eat?”
“Oh, I just ate food whenever I was hungry,” Raine said. “What I really liked to do was gather samples of different bugs and other frog dietary staples, so I could try to get a sense of their diet for myself.”
“Like, cooked bugs, or just raw, living bugs,” Vell said. He’d eaten a few different varieties of cooked bugs, just for the experience, but couldn’t imagine eating raw insects.
“If I could find them, yeah, live ones,” Raine said. “It got pretty hard after I got banned from the entomology department.”
“That’d do it,” Vell said. “So, did you, uh, go swimming a lot?”
“Oh yeah, all the time,” Raine said. “Until I got banned from the pools too. Trying to swim like a frog doesn’t work very well, and they got sick of having to rescue me, I guess.”
“You could’ve just swam like a person.”
“Why would I do that?”
“To...I don’t know,” Vell said. He was starting to feel like Raine’s entire life and unlife revolved around frogs. “Did you ever do anything, I don’t know, human?”
“Oh, I studied frogs,” Raine said. “Frogs lack the self-awareness to understand frogs. It’s their only flaw, really.”
“I see. So what’s your favorite frog?”
As expected, this set off a long rant, as Raine found it hard to pick a favorite and had to start listing pros and cons of various frog species. It was not exactly scintillating conversation, but it kept Raine talking instead of somehow summoning frogs. Vell kept reminding himself that was the real goal. He was not here to have a pleasant chat, he was here to prevent the frogpocalypse. Anything that kept Raine ranting was good. He was saving the world.
As Raine started ranking every existing frog species by maximum jump distance, Vell kept repeating that to himself. Saving the world, one frog jump strength at a time.

This is definitely gonna sound very high school and not that deep but I just wanted some opinions.
I (22F) developed a crush on this guy during our Birthright trip. A friend tried to set us up by telling him I thought he was cute but he said he was still getting over a rough break up.
I continued to see him fairly often back at our university and we had a lot of mutual friends. Once we were at a frat party and I drank a little too much and was super touchy with him. Him and one of our friends stayed with me as everyone else was leaving to make sure I got home okay. Once I’m gone our friend tells him that I like him and he says he knows.
He graduated and I lost touch with him but we ended up following each other on Instagram. I’ve texted him a couple times since the beginning of the year and he responded but never took the conversation anywhere.
For some reason I have been hooked on this guy since our trip and have been struggling to move on even though he is objectively very mid. He was just so nice and I thought our personalities clicked well. He was the only person I had a crush on the entire time I was in undergrad.
I can assume he probably doesn’t want to date me as he never made any moves when he knew I liked him and it had been several months, maybe almost a year or more, since his break up. He also doesn’t have a lot of experience dating, which is probably why he had so much trouble letting his ex go.
My friend said I should just dm him and ask him out since I’ll never see him again if he says no, but I just know I would embarrass myself when he inevitably says no and thinks I’m weird for still liking him over a year later and randomly asking him out. Many of my other friends told me to just get over him and move on.
Should I bite the bullet and ask him out just in case or save myself the embarrassment?

Hey there...I need some advice about this. My boyfriend (35M) and I (30F) have been together for about 10 months. I started dating him a year after I got divorced from a very unfaithful man. Ex-husband cheated on me (online and physically) for the entire 7 years we'd been together (married for 2). Yes, I was stuck in a very unhealthy cycle with this man. I regret sticking it out past the first year and I've been in counseling since before the divorce. I know where I chose to ignore all the red flags by the time I found out he had cheated on me. I've been working hard to do what's right for me since. By the time we got divorced, I was so unattached, I really do believe I just stayed because it was what I knew for so long.
My counselor has been with me every step of the way during my dating journey after the divorce, and I'm brutally honest with her about everything because I don't want to make the same mistakes again. My nervous system is triggered by small things here and there still, and my boyfriend and I have been able to with through them and talk things out for the past 10 months. He knows my history and how badly I was hurt by my ex-husband (self- inflicted after the first time I caught him cheating with a girl from his hometown, I'll admit.)
My boyfriend, who has been nothing but warm, doting, patient, and consistent with me since the beginning, was also hurt pretty badly by his ex. He proposed and she took off with the expensive ring without telling him that she was leaving for good. She was in another relationship quickly after she dumped him over the phone a while later.
We agreed to be open about our cell phones, and we talked about all that a couple of months into the relationship. I'd never had a feeling in my gut that he was hiding something at all, and if I did have a question about something, he was quick to say that I could look through his phone if it made me feel more secure.
The other day, I reached for his phone to take a photo of us, and he grabbed it out of my hands, nervously saying that he'd just take the photo since I was laying down. My gut squirmed instantly. Then he told me I could look through his phone if I wanted to. So I did. I am always open with him about my phone, and he's always been open about his until this weird little interaction.
Initially, I saw he was just hiding some porn he was watching (I don't care about that, I watch a little porn sometimes, too. He gets embarrassed easily about that stuff, so I give him a hard time about it and joke with him. He is really shy when it comes to porn, but I like that about him. If anything, I've even mentioned we should watch it together just to see him blush.) So I didn't think too much of it.
Then, I saw in his Instagram messages that he had sent a few kissy face emojis along with a "Happy New Year!" to some lady. I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, and figured maybe it was just an old friend. He has a lot of older ranch friends from the area he's from, so I chalked it up to that. Turns out, she had lightly been putting it out there to him the week before my birthday, saying he checked off a bunch of things on her wishlist, but she wanted to know if he could ride horses. He didn't respond right away, but he did respond a few days later with a photo of him on horseback. This back and forth went on for about a month, where they'd take a few days to respond to each other, and it seemed pretty harmless, but still a little flirtatious, talking about riding horses and how they both like air planes. She was obviously flirting from the get go. He wouldn't respond initially, and she'd send another message to try and get his attention again.
She gave him her number, and he gave her his number on my birthday. We were together that day. So that stung quite a bit. He called her cute as hell at one point, and they sent each other a selfie of just their faces. They fell off from talking right after that, except for when she wished him a merry Christmas, happy new year, which he responded to once each (the new years one had the kissy emojis), and that was it. The weird thing is, she's an older lady, like in her 50s (nothing against older ladies here at all), and she's not attractive. She tried to reach out again one more time for Valentines Day, and he didn't respond. He continued to interact with liking her photos on instagram every once in a while. Most of the time she's on horseback or hiking somewhere. He likes everyone's photos, though, except for Instagram models because he knows that I don't feel respected when that happens, so I'm not sure what to think of it.
I took screenshots, and showed them to one of our mutual friends to get some perspective. She said that it seemed pretty harmless, but it still crosses a line. She said she'd be hurt, too, if her husband did that. She also said that she doesn't think my boyfriend would ever physically do anything with anyone like my ex did. She said I need to decide if I can forgive him or not, and work on building trust with each other if I did forgive him and if I felt like he was trustworthy after a while.
I confronted him, and he said he didn't remember it (even though he deleted the thread at that point). I told him he was hiding something, and I had pictures of it all. He told me he didn't want me to think that there was anything going on between him and this old lady, and it wasn't carrying on at all (which I believe). I told him what's hurts me more is that he tried to hide it and he wasn't upfront about it. He told me he was just bantering and it was more of a joking back and forth than anything. Needless to say my nervous system is shot from this whole thing. It's May now, and these messages happened back in September (besides Christmas and New Years). I didn't see anything else that rang any alarms in me, but I'm still hurt that he'd hide something dumb like that.
I've contemplated just leaving, and he knows that. He was devistated to find out that I was thinking that, and he started to cry so hard it took me by surprise, but I told him this feels too familiar for me and scares the living sh*t out of me. He said he'd do anything he had to to build up that bit of trust he took, including couples counseling. He said I could just take his phone if I wanted to. But I don't want to do that. I don't see my counselor for another week, and I don't want to drag family into this. I know from other threads people will say to just leave, but I'm struggling with that. No excuses for hiding it, but it was harmless and she's not attractive, so I don't feel threatened that he'd try to go after her or something. I believe she lives in another country. It just seems so dumb to lie and hide something like this. Am I overreacting?

I’m 50% sure I’m over analyzing, which I always do, but also this follows a larger pattern in my life so maybe I’m not. I’m going to let go of it by the end of the day (by force), but I just wanted to share and see if anyone relates.
My manager was helping me fix a work problem, and I pointed out a potential solution that sidesteps the problem altogether. Then they did that “ugh” sound you make when you’re exasperated, irritated, or grossed out. Sort of guttural, like clearing your throat but in an outwardly negative way. But they immediately followed up with a compliment on how I’m “so smart” (ugh) and continued talking as if the sound was meaningless.
It was a small moment. I pretended not to notice, but this is something I’ve picked up on all my life. People think I’m a smart ass. I’ve been called a smart ass by family members, and sometimes “friends”. I periodically see eyes roll when I start talking about something I think is interesting. But I’ve never intended to be a smart ass. At least, I don’t feel like that was my intent. I just try to find solutions, like anyone else. That’s especially true in this case because the problem we were working on was a problem I inadvertently created, and I felt particularly eager to get it solved for that reason.
These moments have been piling up lately, and I don’t really know what to do. It often feels like I’m being socially punished for “trying too hard” by other people’s standards. But from my perspective, if I have a good idea and don’t share it, then I’m not trying hard enough, right? Who wants to work with someone who deliberately withholds their ideas?
So it’s after hours now and I’ve been sitting in my room thinking that maybe, when I come up with a good solution for a problem, I should try leading other people to it instead of describing it directly. That way nobody can pin the smart ass label on me. I don’t care about receiving credit anyway, I hate compliments and I hate being in the spotlight. Then I realized how much extra effort that would be for me, and I thought of this sub for some reason.
Now that I’ve written this, given the context of the problem, I do think there’s a good chance I’m over analyzing. Maybe they were scoffing at the wonky system we have to deal with and not me in particular. Idk, it’s all very confusing. I’m so tired of feeling confused.
Thanks for reading

Does anyone know of any sources I could research to get a more data-based idea of the way vacation rentals have impacted Anchorage? Personally, it’s wildly frustrating as a young person with ambitions (delusions? lol) of being a homeowner to see so many properties being used exclusively as short-term vacation rentals. Airbnb seems to have a large effect on the housing market up here, but I’d like to have data to prove/disprove that claim.
I’d also be interested to know if there is already public discourse on the topic. Where can I find more info? Are there ways I can get involved?
I’d also love to hear other opinions and insights. Do y’all think Airbnb is a problem? Do you think it should be regulated in any way? Should there be investor limitations on buying single-family residences? Have you heard of regulations in other places that could benefit Anchorage? Would it be best to just leave it alone and let people do what they want? Again, I don’t have a strong opinion in any way, I’m just trying to be better-informed! Thanks!!

Me and a couple of friends would like to start a team for the summer while we are in our offseason. Our team would be solely sprinters and jumpers(100,200,400/HJ,LJ,TJ). We will have a minimum of 6 runners. We would like to compete in open events as well as relays in the New Jersey area. Our ages range from 15-18, if there is a restriction on how old you can be the 18 yr old does not mind finiding another team. We have uniforms etc. handled. What are the criteria for starting a team? Do we need a coach? How do we register? How do we enter into meets? Practically give me a rundown on what starting a team and managing would look like if possible, thank you in advance.

I think it was Jack's idea. Or maybe it was Mindy who came up with it. You know, if I do try and really think about it .. well, maybe it could've actually even been me who decided we play it. I've spent hours trying to pierce my memory back together, more to pass the time and distract myself.. But it's all irrelevant, It doesn't matter now. Maybe it never did.
Mabel was turning 30 and it was up to us to plan the party. We were all nostalgic about childhood memories so we decided to go all out - Frogs in the pond (jelly cups with Freddo frogs), hot dogs and fairy bread, and we wrapped up prizes in newspaper for pass the parcel. Pin the tail on the donkey and Twister were set up ready to play, the spice girls were blaring on Spotify.
Mabel's eyes lit up when she walked into the room and her smile was worth all the effort we put in. We danced and played games, and as the sun started to set and it grew darker outside, someone suggested turning off the lights snd playing murder in the dark.
There were ohh's and ahh's, laughter as people remembered a game they most likely hadn't played since primary school. A collective chatter amongst us in agreeance to playing Someone handed out cards, while were told the rules of the game. And then the lights were tuned out.
For those of you who don't recall, these are the basic premise of the games rules -
You'll need - Pack of cards
Instructions - Sort through a deck of cards and find the following - an Ace, a Jack, a King, a Queen, and number cards for the amount of remaining people. (i.e.-if six people were playing, you would need two number cards.)
Each card means something - the Ace is the murderer, the Jack is the detective, the King is the detective if the Jack dies, and the Queen is the detective if the Jack and the King both die. The number cards just walk around for the beginning of the game.
Tell the players that all they need to worry about for the time being is if they get the Ace. Give a card to everyone. Nobody looks at each other's cards. Once they have their cards and have seen them, put them down somewhere out of the way for the next round.
Turn off all the lights so that it's completely dark. Everyone begins to spread out and walk about slowly, and try not to laugh or talk. Players aren't allowed to stick together in this game. During this time, the murderer is seeking 'victims'. When she/he finds someone alone, they quietly brush their shoulder and whisper, "You're dead." As an alternative, the murderer could clamp their hand over the persons mouth to avoid the person screaming, and then whisper "You're Dead".
The dead player drops to the ground, dead, and can not speak or move. The murderer may or may not hide the person they just killed in a hiding place. It is not advisable, however, due to the risk involved in getting caught. When a player sees a person lying down, they ask, "Are you dead?" The person simply nods 'yes' or shakes their head 'no', but they must tell the truth. If they nod, the person who found them shouts "Murder in the Dark!" and the lights are put on.
The murderer may not murder victims any longer and all the alive players assemble where the dead person was found. The players who are not present are noted as dead. The detective sits in a chair in front of all the others who are on the floor. He/she asks questions to each person. (i.e. where were you when someone yelled Murder in the Dark? Who do you think is the murderer and why? etc.)
When the detective has enough information and think they are ready, they say "Final Accusation" and ask one person-"Are you the murderer?" It is very important that the person answers TRUTHFULLY at the final accusation. If they are the murderer, then they must say yes. If correct players pick new cards and the game starts again. If wrong then turn out the lights and carry on.
Our rules were a bit different though. It was added in that it would be a last man standing game instead. We wouldn't have a detective - we would have a murderer, murderees and possibly one lone survivor. If someone did survive -Whoever who was still alive when the egg timer went off in 60 minutes - would be the winner. If the murderer had successfully killed everyone and there were no 'survivors' - than they had won the game.
I'll admit, it was spooky. There's just something unnerving about being in a room full of people that you cannot see but you can feel their body heat or hear them breathing. I began to walk around softly, careful to make as less noise as possible. As I wasn't the killer - I had no 'good card' I was just a waiting victim, so I wanted to hide and try and bide my time staying alive as long as possible. It didn't take long to find the first 'body'. I could tell it was Mabel from the way the long blonde hair trailed along the carpet. I whispered "Are you dead?" And I guess she mustn't have heard me because I didn't see her nod.
I moved on quickly, going into the spare bedroom. I didn't risk shutting the door behind me, I just went to hide under the bed. There was a body already under there though, I felt the warmness of human skin as I clambered under the mattress, my hand recoiling in shock as I brushed up against someone's leg. I didn't bother to ask whether they were dead, I mean I guess it was cheating a bit, but we were alone, and they were certainly doing a good enough job of playing dead it seemed just silly to ask.
I heard the muffled scream down towards the other end of the house, - the first 'victim' I'd heard to make any noise - and knew it was safe to make my move out of the bedroom to a better spot.
I nearly tripped on the bodies that were splayed out on the floor, in the hallway and the kitchen. Whoever had the murderer card was certainly taking the game seriously and playing to the best of their ability. I had yet to come across anyone else walking around and was starting to think I might actually have a chance of winning, depending on how much longer was on the egg timer, of course.
I made a beeline to the kitchen to check how much time we had, it honestly felt like the game had gone on forever - and I was shocked to feel the broken pieces of the egg timer on the kitchen bench. I looked at the clock on the microwave - the green numbers burning into my eyes. We had been playing for over three hours.
Something didn't feel quite right.
I tiptoed back into the hall to Mabel, leaning down to whisper to her that we'd been playing way too long - but then I felt something wet and slippery on my hands when I knelt down next to her. It was blood. I stifled a scream as my hands roamed and I realised the birthday girl had had her head caved in.
I backed away slowly, tears streaming down my face as I quietly made my way to the front door. I let myself out and ran across the road, banging on the neighbours door while constantly glancing behind me to see if I was being chased.
The neighbours nearly fainted when they saw me covered in blood and screaming, but they calmed me down by showing me they had double locked their door and called the police.
They don't know who killed all my friends. Everyone who was meant to be at the party was still in the house - slaughtered.
It's taken so much therapy and I'm still not sleeping at night. I wish I could go back and help my friends. I didn't know, but the blame remains.
I got a letter in the mail today though. It was a congratulations card, and written inside said 'last one standing - winner winner - care to rematch, Afterall the last game was so fun! I'll see you soon, when darkness comes.'
So my advice, don't play childhood games. They could have dire consequences.

I (22F) am SO CONFUSED and am hoping I can get others to weigh in and help a girl out.
Disclaimer, the guy in question is a work peer of mine. I know I shouldn’t date coworkers because it’s a bad idea yada yada, however, this has never bugged me (so that won’t stop me lol). I know people will say not to, however, full transparency, it definitely isn’t a barrier for me lol.
OK so this guy (24M), who is like spot on my type (great personality, so attractive, likes to yap lol) out of no where added me on all social media. We have 0 mutuals, so it was definitely intentional, but super left field. We never talk 1:1 and I barely know anything about him, but he’s super attractive, so i was surprised (lol).
Now, he chats my stories and what not & the other day, he invited me on, what I assume, was a date. I couldn’t go due to prior commitments, but i’m still so confused because we hardly talk in person or on text. It’s worthy to note, he isn’t the best at holding a convo and honestly i think it’s bc i’m hella awkward/ anxious and I get the vibe that he is too. but maybe he just isn’t into me and i have the wrong idea?!?
Him not holding the convo makes me think he isn’t in to me, but the fact he chatted my story stating “YOU’RE SINGLE?!”, then immediately asked for my number and called to invite me out on a date makes me think he is.
Anyways, mixed signals are killing me and idk what to say or do to get more out of him. Do I have the wrong idea? How do I low-key initiate this convo? What can l say to lowkey flirt (to see how he responds) I am so anxious w people, and probably even worse shooting my shot lol… HELP!
Any insight, advice, thoughts, or whatever you can provide would be so appreciated. I don’t really have anyone to talk to about this rn, which is not making it any better. :’) thank you friends!

For context im 18F with no relationship experience, I live in a semi small town in the US and kinda grew up with most the teens around me.. I've always been seen as the disgusting kid, not sure why, I kept up with hygiene made myself look nice for so many years ans my parents are clean freaks, but for some reason I was alway the kid no one wpuld dare go near and would "ask out as a joke" so I'm gay, I've known I liked girls since I was 12 and I have always wanted to date someone. Have someone to love, ans I became friends with this person who proceeded to basically say that bc im me ill never be in a relationship.
And I've thought about it a lot, theyre not wrong. The chances of me being loved by someone is slim not even my own family likes me, but her basically saying that I'm delusional if I ever think someone will genuinely love me fucking hurts, ik I'm not attractive and I'm obnoxious and weird, but being told time after time by so many people how I'm annoying, I'm stressful to talk to and now this.. idk if I can handle this anymore, I hate being alone I want a pretty girl I can cuddle up with in bed and watch movies but fuck me ig..

Hi so we just had an argument I’m not even sure what about but for Mother’s Day one of my friends gave me lingerie and made a comment about Oo she’s gonna look so nice in it we might get another baby (we already have one baby girl 1 year 4 months) and it was weird how she presented the gift to us and he got annoyed at that and took it the wrong way it seems like he kinda saw it as wtf this girl is imagining my girl wearing this and is fcking? So that happened and I tried it on not cause she gave it to me I only tried it on and I told him I would just to see how it would fit so Ik my size when I go to exchange it cause my body is all weird after the baby and he said okay and then makes a big deal and later that night we are drinking and doing thinking and I accidentally fell asleep on him and it’s not the first time I know I have to get it checked out but this morning he woke up pissed off completely ignored me gave the baby kisses before he left for work and just said have a good day to me and he’s been texting me not nice things like I told him he called me a stupid piece of shit and he corrected me saying “ I totally said your a dumb piece of shit as well” so honestly I don’t even know what to do cause we live together what would you do in this situation ?

At what point should I be worried? Everyone I’ve talked to says not to worry even though it isn’t the best they’ve seen. It’s day 4 and it’s still swollen and I’m scared it’s going to go over the ball. Should the swelling go down soon? I’m wondering if anyone else had this fear or issue. It’s making me so anxious. Like is this something most people go through?

2 years ago I was up to no good. I was involved in bad things and kept almost getting caught and somehow I kept staying out of trouble. I had a weird feeling I was being looked over. I started getting more into God bc who else would it be? I’ve always believed but after doing research and reading his word - I knew Christianity was where I was being led to. I was baptized as a Catholic when I was very young and I didn’t agree or want to be apart of it. So I’m learning more and more finding myself getting closer to god and believing more than I ever have when one night at 3am I get a message from a blank/private Instagram saying: “your time is coming, you need to get closer to God!”. Like I said - I was up to no good, I thought this was a threat on my life and someone was after me.
I replied “who is this and what does that mean? Should I take this as a threat? Or is this something else?”.
He replied “No, my name is _____ you may not remember me, but we went to school together 6th/7th grade. (15 years before this).”
I said “dude, i don’t ever remember being a bully - if I ever embarrassed you or belittled you, I am sorry. That’s not who I am at all we were only 12.”
His response: “no you weren’t. Unlike __, _, and ____ (my 3 good friends at the time) you were the only one that was nice to me and would talk to me. I was at my church tonight and during prayer your name popped in my head and I was told to message you. I want you to be saved and get closer to Christ.”
Now, 2 years later we talk everyday, speak on the phone, pray for one another and I’m so happy bc just as I’m looking to get closer to my religion side, this happens.
BUT!!!! - then i get up to get dressed for bed, I have been drinking and I’m sending him a response and I feel a tap on my shoulder and I hear something hit the floor. I turn around and this silver ball was on the ground behind me. The only thing behind me was my asleep girlfriend and a bed.
THEN!!!! - we get back home (we were in Colorado for her sisters wedding) and I was flipping a house at the time and after demolition in the basement, there was another SILVER BALL sitting on the window and I never noticed it.
Sorry for the length. If you take the time to read thank you. I think it’s a beautiful story and I’m curious if anyone has some hypothesis about the silver balls. They are dense!

So I’m new to manuals and I’ve had the car for a couple of months now 2000+ miles. I don’t really drive it too hard, have the occasional fun here and there. I keep rev matching on, trying to learn how to downshift with my rev matching on so I get my comfortable. Anyway that’s a bit off top. My real problem is that whenever I’m in lower gears and lower speeds when I start to decelerate I can hear this whistle noise, the noise stops when I come apply the brakes but even with the clutch fully down I can still hear it while the car decelerates. I can equate the sound to like brake dust sound. Problem is I got my car brand new, so I’m not sure if this is something I should have checked out under warranty. You definitely can’t hear it with the windows up but with the windows down you can hear it, I can’t tell if it happens at high speeds because the road noise is too loud. If any of you guys experience this it would be a big help, if not maybe I should take it to the dealership to check it out.
My friend said it has something to do with rev hang/auto rev match system or engine braking. Any insight would help, thanks.

I have a brother (23m) who has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder , and he is very immature and a manchild. He is living with me (27 f) and my sisters (15 ). (12) .
Father has abandoned us long ago, mother works two shifts, I work one shift in the morning.
While my mother is away , my brother kept annoying and getting on our nerves. Turning the lights on and off , touching and hitting us , throwing water …etc , just to get a reaction of us. i asked him to knock it off, and get a life instead of annoying us and warned him that I’d scream at him if he keeps doing these stupid things. Few minutes, I heard my 16 yrs old sister screaming and crying , went to her rescue and he was annoying her. I stepped up and started screaming and yelling at hm , he was listening to me and enjoying it “ calm down , please chill , why are you over reacting , you need to go to a therapist “ and I couldn’t handle it and kept screaming and yelling and pushing him out the door and he was calm as fuck and resisting my pushes. He then said “ I am bored and you don’t like me “ while I was replying with a louder response I felt my heart thumping faster , head became very light and my speech became slower and unintelligible then fell on the floor. My arms and legs were heavy and limbs, I couldn’t breathe and my chest was very heavy. My sisters helped me to get up and drink water and I calmed down few minutes . However, it has been 6 hours and I feel very intense and wildly awake, breathing is difficult and chest has sharp pain if I inhale. trying to sleep but I can’t).
What is wrong with me ?
P.S He apologized and cried, We asked him to leave the house and do something useful like going to gym or working but he gave excuses for everything.
We don’t have any relatives who can help us with taking care of him,and my mother has hopes for him that he might change and do better.
I feel bad for him,but at the same time he won’t just leave us alone.

My father passed away in January at the age of 82. His will stated that my half sisters would only receive “one dollar”, and that everything else, including his house, would be split amongst his other kids. Just as we were about to probate the will, one of my half-sisters filed a caveat against it, and now the entire process is delayed. Our lawyer contacted her, but she never responded. We were told that our options were to either contact her directly, or go to court and pay anywhere from $5,000 - $7,500 for our lawyer to file the pleadings.
We could contact her, but we’re not anticipating that going well since she doesn’t like us. I’m the only one who might be able to convince her since I’m the youngest (about to graduate high school), while she’s in her early 50s, so she’s never had a reason to fight with me. Although, our lawyer also said that we would most likely win due to what the will states. Except we don’t have that kind of money, and any money we spend could’ve been used towards paying for college. And honestly, I don’t understand why we have to spend any money at all when it says in the will that she doesn’t get anything. However, I know absolutely nothing about how this works and neither does my family, so I’d really appreciate if someone could offer some advice for where to go next or explain what’s happening here. Thank you!

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I (16) am turning 17 tomorrow, on the Wed 15 May. My (27) Sister-In-Law (my older brother’s Baby's Mothe Fiancée) has her father’s birthday coming up on Friday 17 May.
I suggested to my brother (now 32) on the night of Tue 14 May that: I, my brother and older sister should go out for a meal. I told him and he approved by the following afternoon but asked me to check up on my sister.
My sister approved so I ran it back to my brother and he was going to book the reservation. Later on, my sister asked where we were going and I said “Location X” and she snarked; “If he’s allowed to go”. This was a shock since my brother approved and I was excited. That’s when my mother told me that my brother and his missus disagreed.
What happened was my brother promised his missus that he would drive her up to her Dad’s birthday in City X on Friday 17, but wanted to leave on Wednesday 15, I don’t know how it got misconstrued when my brother’s is on Mon 13 May and he well knew, including my S-I-L.
SIL lives with us in City Y, approx. 4 hours drive from City X. Obviously she’s homesick but her father’s is on Friday and most likely is not doing anything from today until then and she could take the coach or train. Plus she could always leave tomorrow as my brother proposed.
Now my brother feels bad for me, they had a row and are on the verge of breaking up (over-controlling from both parties).
It’s not about the meal in my brother’s eyes, it's about that he’s not able to spend it with me.
I feel awful as I have a really bad response to disappointment, abandonment and empty promises caused by trauma from my father. It's contributing to the argument.
AITA for wanting a birthday on an inconvenient day.
The baby is 1y 3mth Brothers B-Day : 13 May My B-Day : 15 May Fathers B-Day : 17 May

Hey hey. 29F here, and I don’t know if I’m just here to vent or just ask for some advice that isn’t from my friends and family…
I don’t know what I’m doing wrong in my dating life. I am confident in my physical appearance but I’m dreading for people to unbox my personality.
I grew up chubby/fat and only managed to lose all the weight once I left home. However, because I grew up the way that I did, i became quite shy, a bit of a people pleaser and have more introverted hobbies (gaming, puzzles, books etc).
Since losing all the weight, I start to push myself to be a bit more social, and I am enjoying going to gyms, bars etc but I still have this awkward relationship with my body and physical touch, and in general when I really like a guy I tend to become more shy around him.
That being said, I feel like I attract people due to my physical appearance and then they end up finding me more boring and too “nice” “diplomatic”, or too “easy going” in a sense that on purpose I’m hiding my personality in order not to be hated, but liked.
Now, I have been seeing this guy for the past 3 months, and he was a really nice guy and we just broke things off today because of the reasons mentioned above, and this happened just when I started developing feeling for him. I didn’t tell him that as I didn’t want to seem like a leech or him to feel bad cause he really is a good guy. So I tried my best to keep on an empathetic smile as I could see it was also not easy for him to have this conversation, and he was probably the most mature and good guy I’ve ever dated. I cried once I got home and I feel so hopeless.
But this is not the first time this has happened and it has me wonder if I’ll end find someone and I’m just feeling so incredibly lonely….
I have been told before even from friends that I am too easygoing and too nice to the point that it can get annoying as I was once told “it makes them feel bad about the negative feelings they are having”. But I am genuinely not putting up a front, or at least I don’t think I am. I am happy when the people I care the most are and of course I wouldn’t do something I really don’t want to, but I am pretty much open to most things and since I’m very indecisive I would rather do something my partnefriend wants to do, and I get joy that way. (Of course if I don’t want to I will be honest)
Am I that off putting? Is there something I could do? Any advice on how to become a bit more assertive?