Long bottom layer with short top

I’m playing in classic mode, so I really didn’t expect to have too much trouble with my first play through. Little did I know, Astrum Deus would stop my progression and I don’t know how to beat him. I’m really not sure what I’m doing wrong, I have a phantasm with holy arrows and a good modifier. Usually, I no-hit phase one and die two minutes into phase two. My arena is about 200 platforms long and multiple layers tall, but I might need to make it bigger. I use plague bringer armor as well. My accessories are the same ones used in Jupiter05’s ranger guide, but those might be outdated. If anyone has some tips, I would love to hear them.

First of all, I’m aware of what I’m looking for is overpowered and not at all how the game was designed to be played but it’s fun for me so do you and ima do me.
Wondering if there is my perfect truck mod out there. Falling in love with the IX quad steer and it does exactly what I need except for logs. Can’t find an ad on for a log bed that works with it, but it certainly has room for all three sizes of logs and a crane. Otherwise it’s a five slot beast that can repack and roll on.
Or if anyone has found an add-on of what I’m looking for for the IX quad steer then please let me know. The plan is to haul a short, medium, or long MoreLogs trailer with a corresponding bed that you could load from trailer to truck as needed

• Needs to be able to haul short, medium, and long logs on its body, no trailer (not all three sizes at the same time obviously)
  
• Able to have a logging crane (currently love the LP4 Omni crane mod)
  
• When not using a log would like a 4 to 5 slot bed
  
• Decent speed and stability
  

Life is hard, but I'm hanging in there somehow.
Due to health issues, I am forced to make a career change. I was basically a training/mentor for a call center type job. In other words a supervisor.
Thankfully, Unemployment is paying me. Health issues qualified me. They have me submitting 2 job applications per week. Sometimes I submit more. It's amazing how much I'm being rejected. Tried T-mobile since I have experience in the field, they picked someone who had 4 more years of experience over me.
5 months in, still nothing.
Good news kinda, but overall bad for my life for the past several years: I was an art institute student. If you heard the news..... well long story short, due to their unethical practice, anyone who went there had their student loans canceled and even possibly got funds back. For me, my average monthly student loan bill was over $1000 a month. Thanks Art Institute for killing 10 years of my life. In another month, they told me that my credit report should be cleaned up and possible refunds.
Back on topic:
Now I can go back to school, but I have no intention of paying a large sum for college. I was thinking about getting some sort of certification to do something....... just do... something where I don't have to pay a lot for schooling, can easily get a job with little or no competition somehow till I have enough to maybe start a business.
I live in the east coast (more north) in the USA.
I did some research, but I find that I get sick every time I research anything related to jobs. I don't think that's normal, probably anxiety.
As things stand, I think I need to go back to school or something. I want a job that I can safely maintain, does not rely on being on the phone all the time and isn't too fast paced.
I'm normally on the computer mostly so a job where I'm on the computer I guess would be nice.
It needs to be part time if I'm going back to school. I've learned 10 years ago that I just can't handle a full time job and school at the same time.
So agian, here is what I'm aiming towards for now:
-School without spending a huge sum or some sort of training/certification to do something -Part time job towards a new career choice. -Career needs to have a high chance of getting hired (going the art route was a bad move on my part especially when I'm not the best at it. also got scammed). -Perhaps something where I'm on the computer mostly -Little to no phone call careers.
Possible paths I am thinking about:
Programming: However, I can't find the motivation... like at all. I watched a lot of shows involving programmers and it just seems cool to be able to make apps, games, etc (and hack :P).
Art - I find that I can't draw anything without reference and honestly haven't drawn in several years. This is probably out. However, I think I could do story writing?
-My friend told me to work at coke. Training, guaranteed $16 an hour and soda companies are always hiring? But he hated the job so this is probably out
-Security: I have family that would be against this, probably out the window too
Issues: No car atm (had an accident).

Wondering if anyone else has ran into this. Installed a laminated ips screen into a new shell with oem motherboard and the power cuts off when the shell is screwed together. I've tried reseating ribbon cables and putting capton tape wherever there may be the opportunity for something to touch/short and I can't figure it out.
Seems like when pressure is applied to the bottom left area is when it will cut out. I even desoldered the power switch shield and cleaned out the contacts and even bent them slightly to make even better contact and touched up the solder points of the switch itself to try to rule out the switch.
I'm going to look for more areas where something could be shorting as that's what it's acting like to me. When the power switch is turned on the battery indicator will flash green then red then off quickly.

I'm 15f over the years, and because of puberty, I've gained weight. ( I'm 5.3ft and weigh around over 90kg). I don't like my body and how big my thighs are and my belly. It doesn't help seeing pretty girls on Instagram with slim bodies and girls at my school who are skinnier than me. I've cried multiple times at night, feeling insecure about my body.
I never used to feel that insecure about my body or notice it that much. It all started in year 8 when I had a crush on a boy. He rejected me, and his friends called me Butterz fat chick and other things. I legit went home that day and bawled my eyes out.
I'm in Secondary now, and the fat shaming has continued. Kids always bring my weight when insulting me. I went on a DT trip, and the boys that were on the trip bullied me and fat-shamed me and made fat jokes like why is the bus shaking? She could eat the whole moon. For the entire car ride to the place we were going.
The worst thing is because I'm fat, I can't wear that many cute clothes, and I can't find any cute jeans/shorts or crop tops.
My parents are annoyed about my weight too. My dad is always shouting at me, saying don't eat that, don't drink that. But when my siblings eat or drink the same food, he doesn't say anything. My parents want the best for me, but it's annoying and frustrating when they comment.
I'm just fed up with being fat. I've tried over eight times to start a workout and lose weight but failed each time. I feel like a failure... seeing others lose weight while I'm here struggling to lose 1 pound.
Please give me advice. Should I seek a therapist for this? How do I lose weight and feel... pretty?

I am a parent of a troubled teen and this is my first post on Reddit. I registered for an account, just to make this post.
About three months ago, I found a post on Reddit discussing Red Hawk Academy in Littlefield, Arizona and it made me so angry I posted a response.
You can find the original posting at troubledteens Beetlejuicenewton.
Here was my written response to the original post:
"This comment is absolutely inaccurate and incorrect. My daughter has been there for months. I speak to her every week and we exchange letters throughout the week. This is the third program, she has been in and hands down the best program. You should not make accusations when you are not the parent and not actively involved in the program. I highly recommend this program. The staff are incredible and have helped my daughter tremendously. To all parents out there, call the school and ask to speak to Valerie. I have told Valerie that I will gladly speak to any parents who are interested in the school. This program has saved my daughter.) and was utterly shocked about what was being said about Red Hawk Academy."
Not understanding how social media works (in this case Reddit), I did not know that one's opinion can be removed from a site if the comment is contrary to the original post.
After posting this comment, I received an email from Reddit that my post had been removed and I was banned from the conversation. It took me awhile to calm down, but now I am in a place where I create a thoughtful post discussing my life with a troubled daughter and our experience with RHA.
Unlike the troubledteens Beetlejuicenewton post, I will not ban individuals who disagree with me.
This is my story...
In 2020, I started to notice a difference in my daughter who was 13 years old. I started to see a shift in her behavior. She was being inappropriate while on the internet, hanging out with troubled kids, and being very unkind to her family members. She started to lie, which turned into chronic lying. She started to get mad and hit her head into the wall. She never hit her head hard enough to receive a concussion, but it did get our attention. One day, I sat her down to discuss her behavior and took her phone. When I opened the phone, she had a screensaver that was a short clip of 2 toddlers being hit by a car. When I asked her why she had this as her screensaver, she said she thought it was funny.
Fast forward a couple of months....she was in therapy that was completely useless. She managed to make a handful of the therapist cry or get really upset. My daughter seemed to find humor in upsetting others. Her lack of empathy was beyond scary. She continued to hit her head into the wall every time she was upset. She then threatened to hurt herself, but it seemed to be more of a threat than anything else.
Fast forward three years...from the age of 15 to 16....she tried to "kill" herself twice (actually didn't really hurt herself, but it did get her into the hospital), hospital dependent (always wanted to be admitted to the hospital), suspended from school for inappropriate behavior (my daughter and her boyfriend were making out at lunch with hands down each others' pants), shoplifted (she shoplifted back-to-back days and took her little brother with her to provide cover), unprotected sex (I only found out because she thought she was pregnant), lying all of the time (she forgot how to tell the truth), cutting herself and still hitting her head into the wall, treated her little brother like crap (he would come to me crying, and tell me that he just wanted a "normal" sister), experimented with drugs (she only told me because she was feeling off and was scared), allowed strangers on the internet watch her sleep)....the list goes on and on.
This all happened within the timespan of 1 year! She was diagnosed with depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, and borderline personality disorder. (For parents with daughters who have been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, there is a great book I found on Amazon - When you Daughter has BPD: Essential Skills to Help Families Manage Borderline Personality Disorder by Daniel S. Lobel, PhD.)
Our family finally hit the breaking point. My husband and I were fighting all of the time, my son was so upset about his sister's behavior, and I was on the verge of having a breakdown. I cried all of the time and was so very sad about what was happening to my daughter.
We decided that we needed to send her some place. We could not manage her and she needed more help than we could provide. We sent her to a wilderness camp in Utah that came highly recommended by our therapist. I was scared to send her there, but I did not know what else to do. During her time at the wilderness camp, we had a neuropsychological assessment conducted, which resulted in an autism diagnosis. While she was slightly on the spectrum, it was clear that her behavior was driven by her borderline personality disorder. Within 5 weeks at the facility, we were advised that she was not a good fit for the program and we needed to find a therapeutic boarding school for her.
The wilderness program recommended a therapeutic boarding school in Oregon. We enrolled her in this program. She was a hot mess...she would not get out of bed and refused to go to school. She starting hitting her head into the wall (again), which the staff would not stop because the facility was a "no touch" facility, and the staff would just attempt to "redirect" her. She would punch and kick walls. Within 4 weeks of being at the school, the school called us and told us that we needed to immediately come pick her up because she was threatening to harm the staff members.
We felt desperate and full of despair. We did not know where to turn. We found the one and only program that has helped her....RED HAWK ACADEMY.
I initially called and spoke to Valerie. She and her husband, Sonny, own the school. Instantly, I felt heard and understood. During that initial conversation it came up that the school had received a reputation (not at the school's request) as the school that would take the girls that were kicked out of other programs. When I was filling out the paperwork (which is required for all programs), I got nervous because I had to sign a form that provided RHA with temporary guardianship. I prayed that this would not backfire on me. Unlike the other schools, RHA could restrain the girls when absolutely necessary. People instantly make accusations when the word "restraint" is involved in programs. What people do not understand, and unless you are in the unfortunate situation where you have a kid like my daughter, programs that restrain are absolutely essential. My daughter continually hurts herself and I need someone to stop her.
We dropped my daughter off at the school and hoped (with all of the hope we had left), that RHA would help our daughter. Programs, like RHA, are designed to help troubled kids. By no means, is this a vacation for your daughter or a break from the real world. My daughter tried everything she could to get kicked out of the program. She went so far as to orchestrate a fight with another student so they could both be kicked out. Unfortunately for her (and fortunately for us), she had consequences none of which involved removal from the school.
I have been so scared that we could not find help for her and that she would end up on the street when she turns 18 and most likely would end up homeless, uneducated, and in prison.
My daughter has been at RHA for 6 months and she is now at the point where therapy can begin. She has been so combative and defiant that it took 6 months for her to realize that she was not going anywhere and the only way she would leave the school was to complete the program.
While there have been good and many bad days, I am finally seeing a version of my sweet daughter. The daughter who used to hold my hand and tell me she loved me. For parents who are struggling, know that there are parents who understand your pain, understand the feeling of being out control, and understand how you become unsure of yourself (and your parenting skills). Just remember that you can change the trajectory of your daughter's life by getting her the help she needs. Welcome the opportunity to send her to a therapeutic school, like RHA, where she can get the helps she needs.
Thank you for reading this ridiculously long post, and I hope you can find some peace in knowing that are safe, supportive programs that can help your daughter!
I am going to write another post that specifically discusses RHA. Feel free to reach out if you have any questions.
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I’ll try to make this short. I’m 32. I drank rather socially starting at age 19. Just beer mostly. I’d get drunk maybe twice a month until about 26. Then it became every weekend. Jack and cokes. Hung over as hell Sunday morning.
By the end of 2019 (age 28) I lost my job, gf, dog, and apartment. Ended up on unemployment. The drinking picked up to 3 sometimes 4 nights per week. At least a pint per night. We all know what came next..Covid.
I remained embarrassingly on unemployment and was now regularly drinking 4 nights per week minimum. This is where it gets interesting. I became aware that I had formed a problem. So I would attempt to not drink consecutive nights. Example Drinking Mon, Wed, Fri, and Sat. (The weekends didn’t count, definitely an alcoholic mindset) I did this all of 2020 and 2021.
Finally in 2022 I got myself back into the workforce. Thing is my schedule was 4 days on 3 days off. So I started staying sober 4 days for work then I’d drink 3 straight nights. This lasted until the end of 2023.
Now in 2024 my hours were cut down. Now I’m 3 days on 4 days off. To top it off I was put on 2nd shift hours. So I said fuck it and went back to a Mon, Wed, Fri, and sometimes Saturday schedule. Meaning I probably went into work hungover once a week.
Presently I’ve decided this can’t continue anymore. I’m now about to start a new job Mon-Fri 40 hours. I don’t want to end up drinking my weekends away or going to work hungover. I’m over it.
My question to you all is how bad am I? I’d like to note that during all these years there were at least 10 times where I’d cut off alcohol for a week and I wouldn’t feel any ill effects. I hear all these horror stories about people withdrawing and going through hell.
I’ve always felt like I had this strange control yet incredibly strong desire to keep this stupid drinking schedule. Keep in mind I’ve been easily polishing off 3-4 pints of whiskey per week since 2020. I feel no withdrawal effects coming off of it; however I can tell that my memory, concentration, and overall health are suffering.
Am I what they call a functioning alcoholic?
Is it possible to drink this much and not be physically addicted to it? I clearly have a dependency.
Has anyone else gone through something similar to this? If so how did you deal with it?
My apologies for all the questions and how long this ended up being. Thank you for your time.

I was strung out on bananas recently, watching some interestingly edited videos on x-dot-com (Wait... Not what you think!) when something in one caught my eye: I kept seeing people with blue/green-ish skin, represented en-masse. It felt like they were opposing me somehow, but maybe I'm just too anxious.
Anyways, this got me thinking about something else that's been on my mind in terms of market dynamics: Namely, that if a large market actor were deeply in trouble on an underwater short position, so much so that the market itself were at risk, then it would be beneficial for major participants to gradually assume the positions of the troubled actor. A sort of "controlled liquidation," if you will. In fact, I don't even think that collusion would have to come into it, though I am sure it would: If a major participant were forced to close a short position at a high cost, that would then drive the price of the security in question up. This incentivizes other large participants who aren't in the same dilemma to want to sell that security. They have the computerized infrastructure and low-latency access to sell much faster than you or I can, and they also have substantial permissions to short the stock, which even if they are acting in good faith they might want to, once the security is driven higher in price by the other party liquidating.
Essentially then, both the demands of actively managing such a market crisis, and natural market forces, would lead to short positions "flowing out" from the endangered party, and onto the balance sheets of other major participants. Not one-to-one exactly, mind you. But in an emergent sense, absolutely. I suppose this might even be best orchestrated in the overnight market, when larger institutions have free-reign to balance their strategies without buying pressure from retail.
Again: positions moving from one major participant and being "evened out" over other major participants, whereupon the threat to the market is naturally lessened considerably. The major participants might even be safe, so long as the price of the security does not drive even higher. It would probably arise as a natural stage of an over-centralized market experiencing collapse beginning with one or two institutions being pulled under by this dynamic first.
I'd consider this activity to be an approximation in a sense of what is known in finance as "smurfing," defined by Investopedia as "the practice of avoiding regulatory scrutiny by dividing a large sum of money into multiple smaller transactions, sometimes divided into multiple different accounts." It's dealing with debt, stock debt, rather than money, but it's effectively the same practice. One could describe the larger market participants as a "gang of smurfs" (knowingly or not) teaming up against the market forces exerting upwards pressure on the price of the security in question.
In cartoons, smurfs are little blue people.
Also, I have ideas in my head about horses, that I can't seem to get out: Horses seem... bad? Associated with the color red? Apparently they're "coming" in opposition to me, something about "cavalry," etcetera. Beck has a nice song with a refrain about only needing "two white horses" instead of lots of cash and stuff. So maybe they're not all bad? I'm not sure. Much less clear on

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Luna VI query: Set the source to the leaked files of the first reconnaissance operation of Irisa.
Certainly!
Luna VI query: What did Ryo do during the first hour of the war?
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Ryo had already reached a state of full awareness after waking up, and yet he hadn't moved an inch, immersed in his inner world as he thought about what he and Elysira had done at night.
And what a wild night it was.
The way that she had skipped the journey to go straight for the finishing line had caught him unprepared. Still, with the mystery of their physical compatibility out of the way from the get-go, Ryo had been left with a lot of time to explore the other hiccups and perks of this interspecies endeavor.
From the occasional accident with her claws to the new possibilities her tail brought to the table, Ryo had enjoyed everything.
There was not an ounce of regret in him, but the memory of their last act lingered incessantly in his thoughts—a vivid Recollection of Elysira’s tail wrapping around his leg and letting silence prevail as his arm shyly enveloped her, allowing them to fall asleep side by side.
The one memory that held him in place, fearing their next interaction when the slightest of his movements would inevitably wake her up, mirroring what had happened all in the previous mornings.
What would she say?
Would she think that they are in a relationship now?
What would he do if the concept of casual hook ups didn't exist for the Irisians?
Ryo touched his face and shook his head, instantly deciding it was time to start his morning routine to distract him from those absurd thoughts.
The brain IO interface captured his intention, turning on the lights on the ceiling with maximum brightness, something that he was sure would wake her up at once given how sensitive to change all Irisians were.
And yet he was wrong.
Elysira’s head tilted away from the light as eyelids fluttered, but the only other thing she did before stopping moving was strengthening her grip on his leg quite a bit, making him realize that her tail had not let go of him the whole night.
Upon noticing how numb his leg felt, Ryo propelled his body upwards, intending to uncoil her tail from his leg and start his day. Hopefully, Elysira wouldn't mention what they did, and he too would be able to pretend it never happened.
However, the moment his upper body lifted from the ground and he got a full view of her body, he was unable to remove her tail from his leg, captivated by a simple but powerful sight.
With her hands inside the pockets, Elysira had used his jeans to restrain her claws, putting herself in a very uncomfortable position, likely afraid of hurting him during her sleep.
His eyes widened, dispersing his previous train of thought from existence. The hand that was supposed to be dealing with her tail moved toward Elysira's exposed neck instead, aiming to wake her up with a gentle touch.
And as if he had just perturbed the stillness of a calm lake with a stone, a barely perceptible ripple of yellow spread on her skin from the contact with his fingertips. It traveled through her neck, reaching the soft lines of her face, and even traveled down her long hair strands.
At the same time that it felt wrong to be able to take a peek at her emotions so easily, Ryo couldn't help but wonder—which other colors had the darkness stolen from him? While immersed in this question, Ryo kept caressing her neck until her eyes opened slowly, resetting all the back spots of her body at once as consciousness took control over instinct.
Elysira’s grip on his leg loosened when she realized she was overdoing it. Her gaze started scanning every inch of him, starting from the accidental scratches of her own making and unashamedly stopping at places she had not seen before.
Unbothered by her curiosity, he even removed some of the loose strands in front of her eyes and threw them behind her long ears to make her job easier, feeling some apprehension only when she lost interest and sought eye contact.
Traces of purple appeared around her black spots as she spoke. "What do you humans do after... what we did?"
Ryo winced, but his tone was gentle. "Silly girl!" He felt deep regret for how he had skipped the part of Irisian relationships in favor of politics when she was teaching him about her species. "It could be everything or nothing."
He expected some intense reaction from Elysira, but there wasn't a lot of emotion showing. As he searched her skin, he also realized he was unable to look at her the same way as before.
From seeing her small breasts, which he now knew for a fact fit on his hands, to the very memory of all evenness that he now was able to associate with the sheen her skin exhibited from certain angles, Ryo realized he had lost the ability to gauge her emotions without feeling a hint desire.
She noticed how long he was staring at her and a hint of yellow appeared. "I don't need everything, but nothing is not enough!"
How did Ryo fail to see that this conversation would inevitably happen when they were having fun at night?
"Oh!" He was unable to keep his mouth shut, which resulted in red and purple manifesting on her skin as he felt the pressure for a quick reply.
He had heard the Irisians speaking terms such as chosen, mate, and family, but Ryo didn't know much about this, and now was not looking like a good time for asking for clarification.
The translator would do its job in conveying his intention. But what would he say? Friends with benefits maybe? He gave up that one on the spot; he didn't consider their previous relationship a friendship, and somehow, he felt a dangerous desire to want more than that from her.
Under the pressure of his previous mistake, he told her the highest relationship he was willing to have without a care in the world for consulting his superiors. "Is girlfriend good for you?"
Elysira’s eyes widened as her skin maintained the same tones. But it lasted only a second before a golden hue took over, leaving little room for her black spots. "Wait, are you serious? I never thought you would consider anything more than being my exclusive pair."
"I am serious, but what's the difference?" Ryo instantly felt he could have gotten away with being just friends with benefits.
"Two differences." She took her clawed hands from the pockets of his jeans and pressed them against his neck in a fast but controlled movement. "One is implied trust." Her head approached him slower as if she would kiss him, but instead, her lips diverted toward his ears where she whispered, "And the other is a promise for the future."
"That seems alright."
As he said that, Elysira had already started taking little bites on his earlobe, her other hand joining around his neck while her tail was sneakily pushing the rest of her body on top of him.
"This will have to be quick, we-"
Ryo was about to give up the time they had for breakfast, when a powerful explosion shook the ground, causing the whole tent to vibrate.
Elysira’s pointy ears began to twitch and her body receded, trying to get of clue of what happened as she displayed purple. "I hear nothing."
"This was not far from here; I don't think it was a landslide." Ryo summoned a window with all the cameras outside and found nothing unusual, even with the infrared inspection.
Elysira could see what he was doing since they had never left the shared augmented space.
"Can we see what Amara is doing? She might know more than us."
He still was incapable of referring to her as his girlfriend even in his thoughts, but he still felt a hint of pride for her quick thinking. "Let's see."
He quickly summoned a live feed and promptly instructed the AI to go through the recordings of the whole night. "Nathan and that princess are still inside the tent. Time to go there."
Ryo wasted no time explaining, quickly standing up to begin the search for his underwear. The floor was still littered with paper sheets, and there were even some opened water bottles around, but he still found what he was looking for before pulling his jeans from under Elysira’s butt and getting dressed with haste.
He wore his shoes but didn't bother with his shirt and jacket, just taking his already loaded gun from the holster and getting some spare ammunition before heading outside cautiously.
"I'm going with you." She got out of the tent almost at the same time as him, proving that not needing clothes had its advantages.
"Stay close." He activated the infrared view mode and scanned the surroundings just to be sure, then hasted his steps towards Nathan's tent which was about forty meters ahead.
There was little he expected would go wrong on such a short journey, but Elysira’s ears began to twitch halfway through, prompting him to stop advancing. "Hear someone?"
"Something." She then used her tail to point uphill, in the direction where the rest of the group had set camp on the previous day. "I think it's a drone."
"Fuck, I hope you are wrong." He raised his 3D-printed revolver and felt like cursing more at the fact he didn't even have a proper pistol, pulling back the harmer and getting himself in front of Elysira.
Thanks to her acute hearing, when he heard the buzzing of the drone, his gun was already pointing in the right direction. Upon getting the first glimpse of the flying object and noticing how fast it was moving, he didn't hesitate to do a partial activation of combat mode.
The world slowed down for a moment, allowing him to see the device flying among the very few beams of blue light that made their way through the canopies. He didn't wait a single second and corrected his aim slightly to the left before pulling the trigger.
Bang!
The drone was torn to pieces and many parts fell about twenty-five meters away from them, at a distance that any explosives wouldn't hurt himself or Elysira.
When his eyes found her behind him, there was yellow and purple on her skin as she asked, "What if it was friendly?"
"The owner can send the bill up the chain for all I care." Ryo lowered the gun and did a full scan all around once more, only to find nothing again.
Her tail wrapped around his arm as all purple on her body disappeared, leaving only a hint of yellow. "Amara won't be happy if it was hers."
Just as Elysira spoke, a circular door opened on Nathan's tent, and Amara took a step outside with red filling her body.
Ryo pictured a scene of a princess complaining about her lost drone, but things only got more complicated instead.
Nathan emerged after her, and the pair began to argue loudly about what to do now that a war had broken out; Amara wanted to march uphill to join her guards, but Nathan held her by the tail when she was about to leave and prevented her for moving, saying it would be too dangerous.
Their argument turned into a messy mixture of the present situation with Amara sulking about a wasted night, which led Ryo to exchange a look of surprise with Elysira.
But their surprise only lasted a moment and Ryo decided he couldn't let those fools keep wasting valuable time.
Clap.
Clap.
Clap.
He had their attention now. "Please don't tell me you're mad because the plant lover couldn't get it up."
Under normal circumstances, Ryo had no doubt his assholish behavior would only instill shame and improve their cooperation.
However, he forgot to account that he was not wearing a shirt, leaving all his scratches exposed while Elysira was disheveled by his side, which caused Nathan's jaws to drop followed by Amara throwing an indignant gaze at Elysira and then at Nathan, who gave Ryo the feeling he might snap at any time.
"Why are you here?" Nathan's calm voice didn't match his clenched fist and rigid posture.
"Information. I want her to tell me what she knows about this war." Ryo had learned about the war by overhearing their previous argument.
Surprisingly, Amara was cooperative. "My brother's army found our position. They were not aware I was here with Nathan and ambushed the rest of my people and Zara; you destroyed their drone but if they saw us they might have a good reason to come here."
"Fuck!" He turned to Elysira and ordered. "Go back and gather my things. Take the essentials first, we are leaving."
Elysira used her tail to squeeze his arm in acknowledgment and rushed back. But when she had barely taken a few steps, she stopped as her ears moved. "More drones are coming!"
After alerting him, she ran to accomplish her task, leaving Ryo in the company of just Nathan and Amara.
"Isn't that great?" He grumbled to himself, but his voice carried loudly, obtaining the pair's attention as he raised his revolver again.
Knowing that the enemy was probably aware of their position, Ryo used infrared view mode to ensure they weren't using the drones as a distraction to pull off an ambush.
And that didn't seem to be the case when the first machine appeared, flying downwards in zigzag from the concentration of trees uphill.
Again Ryo used a partial activation of combat mode and aimed at the drone, yet this time more of them appeared, leaving the cover of the woods in groups of three until there were nine of them in total. But they didn't even try to get close this time, choosing to hover next to the canopies more than two hundred meters away from him, and assuming something akin to a structured formation.
This was extremely weird and enough of a reason for him to retreat a little, getting closer to his tent and taking cover behind a tree.
Nathan and Amara moved too, the botanist getting inside and returning with his gun while Amara's colors blended with his tent becoming hard to spot.
Assessing the new situation in an instant, Ryo concluded it would be better not to engage and retreat considering that those drones would be hard to take down at such distance. But things changed again quickly when the AI triggered a pop-up window, showing that several of the cameras he had set up in strategic places were capturing movement.
And what he was seeing now were several armed groups of Irisians heading towards their position, confirming Amara's supposition that the rebels were coming for them.
With the situation getting grimmer with every passing moment, Ryo thought of a possibility for what the drones might be doing, but his mind was still refusing to believe that the rebels could be as organized as his worst-case scenarios were giving them credit for.
To test this, he immediately tried to contact the space station through radio transmission, and since being found by the enemy was no longer an issue, he set the transmitter to maximum potency to validate his test.
Unable to establish a two-way connection.
He frowned even though that was not totally unexpected.
With only a few minutes at best before this place was filled with enemies, they would have to leave fast or they would be at the mercy of the enemy.
But first, there was something he wanted to say to Nathan, who now was using his tent for cover together with Amara. "Listen up, those fuckers are jamming our comms and they will be here at any time. Take the MLBCS and find a clearing to use it, I doubt they can interfere with the laser. Just don't forget that your immediate safety comes first or else you might not be among the living when the pod arrives."
Ryo and Nathan were technically enemies, but the last casualty in the war between Earth and Mars had happened several years in the past, ensuring that he had no reason to wish any harm for the botanist even though he didn't like him.
As for Amara, it was a little different. He hurried back to his tent without saying anything to her. And he did that not because he wished her harm, but simply because he didn't understand what she had at her disposal to offer any useful advice.
"Wait, what are you gonna do?" Nathan shouted from a distance.
With the adrenalin of seeing how many Irisians were coming helping his sincerity, he shouted back. "I'm not leaving the planet unless mission control finds a way to save Ely too."
After that, Nathan and Amara disappeared from his mind as he took cover behind his tent, slamming his hand against the foldable fabric many times to get Elysira's attention. "Hurry up, we can't stay here any longer."
She left immediately after, struggling to maintain balance as she used a hand plus her tail to carry his backpack, while her gun threatened to tumble from her gasp in her other hand.
And besides, one thing that Ryo’s eyes were immediately drawn towards was the clothes she was wearing—his clothes. While her legs were still exposed, his jacket still covered a bit more than her hips, loosely engulfing her slender frame like a billowing sail.
"I put the food and water in your backpack." She let go of the heavy item right over his feet as she put the gun on the ground and lifted her arms for him to recover his jacket and t-shirt. "You can get dressed while the tent folds."
He might have allowed her to keep the jacket if not for it being an inconvenience to her, so he just took it, making the first time he saw her wearing clothes a very short experience.
"No time for that, it won't fold with all the paper you left on the ground." He said as he swiftly slipped his arms into the sleeves of the jacket and zipped it up in one smooth movement.
Ryo was already considering which path they would take to flee when he noticed something terrible—Elysira’s skin had just been filled with gray as tiny black spots began to appear and disappear as if rain on the sand of a desert.
"What's it now?" He asked, trying to hide how unprepared he was to deal with this.
"Nothing has changed." Elysira averted her eyes. "I'm a burden to you just as I was to Amara. If I had-"
"Oh, shut up and quit the self-pity!" Ryo realized he was being too harsh, but still went on to finish it. "The paper is our mistake and I'm staying because I like you. This simple. Now get your gun and use your goddam camouflage, just like that princess is doing."
Ryo felt awful after saying this, and Elysira seemed quite taken about as she stared at him with wide eyes.
A moment later, however, she bent over and took the gun from the ground, her exterior blending quite well with the surroundings.
Ryo felt bad for her, but now there was no time to talk. "We run now, let's go."
The sound of his own steps was all he heard as they were putting some distance from the tent, making it so that he had to check on Elysira every couple of steps he took to ensure she was following him.
It was only when he heard some gunshots from far behind that he felt her claws tugging at his jacket from behind. "I hope Nathan is like you."
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This was an account based on what Ryo did during the first hour of the war. The previous narrative is based on the events of the morning of the twentieth day of the exploratory mission of Irisa. According to your current settings, no queries will be suggested.
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Yes, that's correct. When working with Quill.js and you want to add custom features such as highlights, tooltips, or other custom behaviors, you generally use HTML for the structure and JavaScript for the logic. Quill.js robustly supports customization through its API and its delta format. Here’s a breakdown: ### Customizing Quill.js 1. **HTML Structure**: Use HTML to create the container for the editor and any additional elements you might need (like tooltips, buttons, etc.). 2. **Initialization**: Use JavaScript to initialize the Quill editor within the specified container. 3. **Styling**: Use CSS to style the editor and any custom elements, like tooltips or custom highlights. 4. **Custom JavaScript Logic**: Implement custom functionality using JavaScript. This can include: - Manipulating the Quill editor's content. - Adding event listeners to react to user actions. - Fetching data (e.g., from an API) and dynamically updating the editor's content. - Extending Quill with custom modules or formats. ### Example Outline - **HTML**: - Container for the Quill editor. - Additional elements like tooltips (if needed). - **CSS**: - Custom styles for highlights, tooltips, etc. - **JavaScript**: - Initialize Quill. - Define custom behavior (e.g., apply highlights, attach tooltips). - Handle any dynamic updates based on user actions or data fetching. ### Example Use Cases - **Highlighting Text**: - Identify text to highlight. - Wrap the text in a span with a highlight class. - Optionally, add tooltips or other features. - **Adding Tooltips**: - Create tooltip elements. - Position tooltips relative to highlighted text. - Style the tooltips using CSS. ### Practical Example Here's a more concrete example of adding custom highlights and static tooltips: ```html HTML

CSS JavaScript ``` This example shows how to set up the environment, initialize Quill, and then implement custom text highlighting with static tooltips using HTML, CSS, and JavaScript.

I’m currently in the process of passing a 3mm stone. It’s been 2 weeks since I went to the ER and discovered it :(
I had planned to take a trip at the end of the month to visit family for a bit, and I’m so worried about flying if the stone isn’t passed yet. It’s a short flight but I can’t imagine what I would do if the pain and nausea strikes while I’m stuck in a seat. This isn’t my first and I know they can be unpredictable with how long they take to come out.
I’ve never had travel plans while waiting for a stone to pass and would love some advice on mitigating the pain if the stone hasn’t passed by the day of my flight? Do I just load up on painkillers before I board and pray? Do I need to cancel my plans altogether?

Off the wall discussion. My shop is part of a larger company and we build, repair and revise molds for said company. The absolute majority of new hires we pull into the shop are brought up from plant operations. We had some growth as well as one retiree recently so we were looking to hire two new manual guys. We train from 0 knowledge if needed. Primarily all applicants were under 25.
One of the first two we had in the shop was actually going to college for engineering and he retained information quite well. But he was EXTREMELY slow. He also had this knack for washing his hands every time he touched something filthy. He couldn’t turn a wrench on a hydraulic cylinder without washing his hands before loosening the second fitting. After 4 months and consistently guidance from half the shop trying to help him we sent him back to the plant. I think he got upset when we told him we wouldn’t be supplying him with gloves.
The second kid was retaining information well but he had an attitude problem from the get go. He didn’t understand the point of practicing indicating vices together or the head on the mills. He had never done it before but thought it was a waste of time. He’d constantly give you a blank stare or ignore you when offering advice. When he’d be burning up drills running 3 times the rpm in the radial someone would try and tell him to slow it down and he’d stare then keep doing it until management heard it and climbed up his ass. He just refused to admit he was wrong or could learn something. One time he had a hoodie on and I told him to lose it and he pretended like he didn’t hear me. He was counter boring in the drill press and one of his hoodie strings got caught in the spindle and his face bounced off the front of the drill before the string broke. Damn me to hell but I laughed my ass off. They sent him packing shortly after.
This latest one is probably one of the hardest working kids I’ve seen. He constantly ask questions and I’ve even had to tell him to back off a couple times because he was taking a little bit heavier cut then he should in the top well. I thought he was a sure thing. He even picked up tig pretty quickly. But apparently he just can’t grasp anything. He’s a hard worker but he will cut something 4 times before it’s right like he’s not even measuring and hopes it’ll just be within a couple thou. Being so understaffed I think we’re just hoping he will figure it out along the way.
What are your experiences lately? I assume you union shops have an extensive screening process.

am i asexual or do i just have a very low libido?
TLDR: i have been questioning if i am asexual for a while now, this mainly came up about halfway into my now 1 1/2 year relationship. i am a lesbian and have only been with one other girl when i was 15. however, in my current relationship i discovered that i am a switch, rather than just a top like i previously thought. i enjoy the idea of sex, but i never jump at it and very rarely do i initiate with my girlfriend. i am incredibly in love with her and am attracted to her, there is just a disconnect between us as she also deals with hypersexuality.
like i said above, my girlfriend and i have been dating for a year and a half. when we first started dating we were a lot more sexually active than we have been in the second half. this is primarily because of me, however my girlfriend has been questioning whether she is non-monogamous and has expressed thinking about other people (mainly celebrities but on one occasion two of our friends). i trust her deeply and she shares her feelings and thoughts about this with me as she has no intention of cheating on me, and is specifically interested in sexual acts including both me and other people (threesomes) - from what i understand she is more interested in sex rather relationships with other people and can identify this as being a symptom of her hypersexuality.
aside from that, i have always enjoyed the concept of sex more than the actual execution. for one, i have never experienced an orgasm or cum, and the fact that i don’t know what that feels like despite it being extremely hyped makes my interest in sex decline a bit since i worry ill never fully be satisfied. i have tried masturbation as everyone always says that is the key to knowing what you like. however, i never find any success in masturbating either and the act of it just doesn’t interest me much in the typical sense. i watch porn, i watch our own videos, ive tried a vibrator, but nothing helps.
back to asexuality - i’ve questioned if i am asexual because of this disconnect from sex. it has come to be the main problem in my relationship because i have started to withhold any form of sex and intimacy from my girlfriend, someone who expresses a huge need for it. it’s not necessarily that i don’t want to have sex with my girlfriend, it’s that i 1) worry about her thinking about other people ever since she told me she thought about our friends 2) i get shy and lack confidence to initiate, causing her to feel undesired and unwanted 3) i just feel a sense of unsatisfied everytime we have sex because i can only get her to orgasm very quickly but i can’t orgasm myself.
of course, there is a lot more details that i could share but this post is already long enough. my girlfriend and i are at a rough spot for a while now because i should have started therapy a year ago, but i just keep procrastinating and this has caused her to feel like the only one putting in work into our relationship as she has spent many of her own therapy sessions talking about our issues and has made her own decision in suppressing her feelings of non-monogamy as she knows it makes me uncomfortable and deeply sad to see hethink about her with someone else. she has expressed to me many times that she wants to be with me more than she wants to fulfill those desires and that she is okay with it. she is just starting to get resentful because i wont do anything to help our sex life be brought back to life, which i completely understand the frustration and the being tired of it.
i want to do better and i want to be with her for the rest of my life, it’s just something about getting started that always comes hard to me. i hope i don’t offend anyone in this subreddit, i truly just need advice and don’t know where to start to look.

Long story short, two of my boys have been diagnosed with hip dysplasia and the vet told us that this is hereditary, so it’s highly probable that all six of our border collies have this issue. I’m going to be taking the other four down to have imaging done, but unfortunately our vet was not in the office and so the diagnosis was done by the relief vet. My pack is very large for the breed (all between 65-80 lbs) and we decided to try anti-inflammatories for the next two weeks to see how that helps, if at all. I tried to ask her for alternative forms of exercise while we’re figuring this whole thing out but basically all she said was that we needed to change things up and do some research. Everything I’m reading online is mentioning hydrotherapy and I will definitely be looking into starting physical therapy for them, but in the meantime, does anybody have any advice on how to exercise these guys without being too hard on their joints? Their preferred choice of exercise is fetch, but that’s obviously not going to work anymore. 😕
Before anyone mentions their size, the vet said they look good and can stand to lose maybe 5-6 lbs each but they will still be on the large side. Don’t want anyone jumping to conclusions that I have a bunch of obese BCs lol.

Device model MacBook Air ( A 2681
2024 (mac OS 14.5)
I’m not sure if my issue can be addressed here, but I’m going to give it a shot.
I purchased a new MacBook Air on 5/1, from Best Buy via Instacart.
During setup, I made the mistake of choosing the option for an Apple ID to be generated for me, thinking I wanted to use this computer independently of my other Apple devices.
Long story short , I forgot the Id and with all the attempts to retrieve it, I’m now dealing with an activation lock. I was never able to login.
I chatted with Apple care, then was referred to a link where I submitted my receipt as proof of purchase. I was told that once my identity was verified, they could turn off the lock. I submitted what I have and the next day, received an email stating they could not confirm my identity.
Yesterday I called Apple, and was advised to submit documentation that includes the serial number of the laptop. There’s no serial number on the receipt. How and where can I get what they’re asking for? I’m really hoping the money I spent wasn’t a complete waste. Any advice or ideas are much appreciated. Thank you

It started when I was driving down a backroad and I see blue lights behind me. I immediately panic and gas it to over 100 mph, throwing shot out the window, rigs, a half Oz, scales, everything. The blue lights are gaining on me so I hit a dirt road, going insane speeds down this bumpy ass road, eventually, I realize I've rode the back tires off of the vehicle, so I jump out and hit the woods. I see the lights approaching and see flashlights coming into the woods, mind you it's pitch black and it's in a marshy, real rugged terrain, I'm running full speed doing flips and shot over hills and running into shot and the flash lights are coming up on me, and they're getting closer and closer and I am thinking fuck I am about to go to jail. They come up on me and everything goes black.
I wake up not knowing how long I've been laying there and I feel like I've been shot in the chest with a shotgun, I can't move my body and I think I'm dieing. I see a star in the sky that I was fixated pm, and I'm thinking that's where I want to be. Eventually it feels like I die, my body is making weird ticking noises and I feel like I just lose my body, I come out of my body and have these giant angel wings and I start flying up to the star, when I'm about halfway there my wings turned to bone and I fall back to the earth, then several times over, I grow angel wings again and fly away again, only to have the same thing happen again, it felt like I was being taunted that I could never make it to heaven. I eventually snap back to my body again, and wake up another unknown time later.
I managed to stand up, and in my mind I was on this earth all alone, like in some type of purgatory. My body is so weak I can barely move, but I managed to stand up. The bottom half of my vision is solid black and the top half I can see the tops of trees, I eventually see this figure, totally black and tall with a cowboy hat on. It's just standing about 5 foot away and laughing at me. I try to pick up a big stick that was near me but my body was too weak to swing it at it. Every time I took a step forward , it just took a step back and laughed.
There is a fuzzy period here, but fast forward about 2 days later of being completely out of my mind in these woods, I stumble upon and oilfield location that had a little trailer where the workers could stay and it had a jeep parked out front. The doors were unlocked and I went inside trying to get some water out of the faucet, I didn't notice the guy asleep on the couch. No water came out, so I went into this guy's jeep, thinking totally that it was mine, got a crowbar and a wrench and went to the water main and broke into it and turned the water on. I go back inside and start ravenous drinking water out of the faucet.
The guy wakes up and at first thinks I'm a worker. He asked me if I just got hired. I told him yeah and he asked what I drove there and I told him the jeep outside. He looked at me confused and then says that's his jeep. I argued with him and told him that's my friends jeep and I'm borrowing it. He realizes something is fucked up and eventually runs me off while having the phone to his ears, undoubtedly calling the cops.
Three more days go by and im completely out of my mind, everything is like the scariest thing you can imagine and i dont know whats real of fake. Im malnourished, dieing, and freaking the fuck out. eventually I think the cops are after me, and I remembered storing some dope in my boot like two years, I had on big rubber duck hunting boots, and for some reason I feel like I need to cut the boots up into tiny pieces and bury it. I do this and then run for another day from imaginary police.
I come across this area of trees cut down and there is a guy like 500 yards away on the other side that I'm trying to sign language to that I need help. My tongue was so dry I couldn't yell. The guy wasn't even real and eventually waved at me and drove off. I find a few berries to eat to wet my tongue and eventually collapse in thick thorn bushes staring up at the sky with big sharp thorns in my back thinking, "this wouldn't be so bad of a place to die" I pass out and get up an unknown time later.
I finally found some sort of road and I decide to try to walk down it, but when I do, like 20 world War two bombers fly over and drop these little silver cubes, hundreds of them, these cubes hatch and there's all these miniature snipers in the woods aiming at me. I freak out and start running down this road, and in My mind I'm thinking "okay they're all trying to kill me and I'm unarmed, all I can do to make them think i have a gun is to take my sock off and put it on my hand like a pistol with my fingers" so I do this while running frantically down this road, crazy as a mother fucker.
I finally run across this house and I beat on the door like the police for like 30 seconds and eventually this 80 year old man answers, and sees this crazy fucking site, I'm shirtless, shoes less, with one sock on my hand with cuts and shit all over my body and face, eyes like saucers and looking like the wolf man or some shit. I look dead in this man's eyes and while waving my sock pistol around I tell him "look, if they told you I'm here to kill you, I'm not. I just want to use your phone. " he looks very confused and shut the screen door while calling the police.
I eventually figure fuck it this man isn't going to help me so I run off and break into his back yard. I find the faucet and turn it on and I'm up under it with my mouth open, drinking in water so desperately and fast that I'm throwing up while drinking it. A cop eventually walks up to me and asks me to come with him. He tells me he has water in the cooler in his ride and I can drink that. I am so out of my mind and thirsty and dieing that I didn't believe him and he had to pry me away from the faucet.
He was able to tell after talking to me that I was very much out of my mind and takes me to the hospital. They tell me I have a 78% chance of dieing that I had ketoacidosis and my kidneys were failing. I lived, and after 8 or 9 days of being in these woods with no food or water, out of my fucking mind, with delusions so bad I didn't know what was real or fake, I finally got released and then sent to a mental hospital for two weeks.
This was by far the worst and scariest experience of my life and I would not wish it on anyone. Stay woke friends, and never go into meth induced psychosis.

Futurism is itself fascist https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filippo_Tommaso_Marinetti, and the fact that the United states was held culturally in the 1950’s , replaced state power with consolidated commonwealth power, and a secret society known as the enclave secretly running the government all point to the fact that Pre-war USA was entirely fascist .
The point of fallout is that this is what would have happened if fascism took over the USA. The Soviets would continue to exist, technology would be stunted , and short term profits would doom long term profits .
FASCIST!!!!!
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Hello! My name is Charlie and I’m from the great state of Michigan! I’m looking for some new long-term friends, doesn’t matter if you’re near me or not. I’ll keep it short, so here’s a bit about me:
I work in the auto industry and travel a bit for my job, mostly around Indiana, Ohio, and Michigan. I have been out of school for two years and was a business major.
I am a casual, mostly single player gamer but I am open to playing games together! I love racing games, rpgs, strategy games, and Paradox history games. I play on PS5 and PC!
I also love watching tv and movies, or YouTube. I’m a big music fan, love taking walks or hikes and just enjoying nature, taking drives, trying new food, going to museums, history, politics, NFL and college football, and Formula 1!
I’m a bit introverted but once I’m comfortable with people I can be a real chatterbox. I think I have a good sense of humor and am decently smart, as well as kind and very honest.
I’d love to get to know you, especially if we have things in common! Please don’t be shy and hmu with a short introduction about you!
Hope you have a nice day :)

I’ve started estrogen patches this week and I’ve noticed that I normally cannot read for more than a very short time before I need to switch apps or content as I don’t have the attention span.
Today I was able to read an article long enough to reach the end. This never happens. I’m wondering if my issues were adhd and estrogen is helping with that. It would explain the hyper focus, talking too much in group settings, and other issues.
Wow. How nice to be able to sit still!