Okay, fourth rewrite, I'm making this in hopes that their is someone who can help me in some way. Maybe someone knows the answer to it all and can guide me, though unlikely. I'll just list out all my issues in seperate paragraphs and hopefully their is just someone out their to help, if you can help me just please do, I really need help or at least someone and you reading this and giving me advice would truly mean a lot to me. Anyways
I feel stupid: I honestly feel braindead, I hate my mind so much. Sometimes it's hard to think or do, sometimes I can't think or do. My mind is so numb, everything about my mind just feels wrong and dead. My mind has felt dead for a year or two now and I just wish it was alive, I want my mind to be normol, I want it to actually work. I also want confidence in my mind, any failure or lack of underatanding makes me defeated and feeling like a dunce. Anything I can do I say was just luck or something anyone should know. I don't know if I'm stupid or not but dam I feel like I am the dumbest in a room. I would give it all to be intelliegent, I wish I was smart, well read, well informed, well versed. I so desperately want to know, so desperately want to be smart. I wish I could understand stuff. I just want to be smart and have a bright alive mind, but my mind is so dead and desolate and compared to the rest worthless. I hit myself in my head whenever I'm mistaken or just feel so stupid, and I honestly deserve it. If I were to kill myself my mind being numb and stupid would be the reason or a big reason why, I just want to be smart. You can likely tell just how much of an idiot I am by reading this via grammer, spelling, complaints. That "likely" was meant to be "probaboly" but I'm just stupid and worthless to spell. If there was just a way to be smart and not such a moron, I fucking hate my life.
I have body issues: I without doubt have body issues, the biggest of which is my weight. As of now I am 5,9 (1.7M) and 211lbs (95.7KG), I was 246lbs (111kg) to begin with and it was also my heaviest. Despite losing a good amount of weight I am not happy and have no pride, I'm still fat and thats all I see sadly. I don't want to be fat or skinny, I want to be muscular:big arms, built chest, flat stomach, no abs (don't like them) that sounds appealing, it's what I want. Unfourtunely I as of now can't work to this goal, I don't have money for a gym or equipment, famliy funds can't do it ethier and awhile ago I turned down a weight bench since I wasn't confident, now I regret that choice. I hate being fat so much, and this deep hatred and desperation has led to a embarassing cycle, for two years now I have been downloading images of muscular bodies. They're all drawings or from videogames since I'm to embarresed to have real images and as mentioned it's a cycle, Download and store -> have them and look at them for awhile -> get ashamed of myself -> purge it all -> regret -> repeat. Like stated this has been going for two years and as of now I have ten different images. Apart from weight I also have some other physical insecurites, acne being a big one. I been suffering from acne for years, fifth grade, early sixth grade is when it started so five years of this. It mostly effects my chin and cheeks badly but also effects more of my face, sometimes the acne hurts and it often even bleeds. I hate touching my face and feeling grime and ripping off a bunch of skin and dried shit. I wash every night and try to be frequent with morning witch-hazel but it dosen't relent. I also hate it when it gets mentioned, it is irratating to be reminded and noticed and nobody points it out more then my own mom who also cliams it would go if I just washed. I do, I fucking do! It's not working and you don't understand that! I also have body acne I don't know how to fix, I like sleeping shirtless which I know is the reason, also inconsistent with bedding which isn't right. Even if I did wash sheets weekly it wouldn't be enough, I would still get acne on my body. I just want to sleep shirtless and not get acne, I wish I could find a way. Another insecurite but not really is my height, I don't mind being 5'9/5'10 I mean it's about average height and I beat out my 5'4 father. But I'm sixteen which mean I still have possibilty to get taller and I wonder, will I? If I do, just how tall? Could I reach 6'0+? All of this speculation makes me a bit insecure, also with being fat I look short and round in the mirror which is defeating. I'm secure besides speculation and weight but at the same time I truly want to be taller, I think any man tall or short wishes they were taller, I wish I could break 6'0 that would be cool (to me). But I don't think that will ever happen, my dad is 5'4, my mom is 5'6 I made it 5'9/5'10 and my chart is stagnating, should just stop thinking I'll get taller. Another phsyical insecurite and likely the last one I'll mention unless I think of another worthwhile one is my hair, I'm insecurie of my hairstyle. Or lack of hairstyle, my mom says I have independence in this choice but whenever I make a choice she complains about it. Any agreement is one sided or changed up a little so she likes it. I have always hated my hairstyles over the years, even now and as of now it's ethier her way or a unorgainzied thick mess that will soon be her way. I hate it, wish I could make my own "independent" choice, even if I could my mom would likely hate it and always bring it up which is something I don't want to deal with. My mom is more for short cuts and fades etc, I hate fades and while I do admire short hair have always taken liking to shagger and longer styles, more rugged style. I have also always liked long hair and even wanted it. I used to openly want long hair for a long time but my mom opposed, I tried to convince her but she was opposed. She wasn't only opposed to it she made sure to express that it was gay and feminine etc, etc. She made me close off and forgot the desire but even now she won't let go. She is so sure to tell everyone: famliy, her friends, the hairdresser, hell maybe even strangers, she tells everyone about how much I wanted it and what she thought of it etc. Often I have been embarresed like this while I was right there, I have expressed that this embarreses me and want it to stop mutiple times yet she'll continue almost as if it's purposeful, she will also bring up an old friend T who had long hair as an example of it looking bad. But he didn't take care of it or do anything, most he would do is give into his moms begging and have her brush it. If I had long hair I would actually take care of it and do stuff to it! She also claims I got the idea from him, but no I liked it since elementary being inspired by personal inkling and rock. I no longer want hair but am starting to find styles I really like, but first I need to get my mom to fuck off. And second I would want to grow a beard, which is another issue of mine. I'm sixteen I shouldn't expect a full beard but I have seen peers with actual good facial hair, patchy beards, five o'clocks, some actually have a beard. Then there is me, with some sideburns and a bunch of peachfuzz, I want to be able to grow a beard and the peachfuzz plus sideburns bother me, I want it to actually devlop, I want a beard. I am also worried about devlopment, worried acne will hurt or even stop growth. I'm upset about my lack of growth though I definetly have unrealistic expectations. Lastly with hair is my chest hair, I'm quite hairy and I like it. And I have chest hair but barely and I just wish I had more over a greater coverage, more of a funny insecurite, lol. One more insecurity I forgot about is my voice. I'm loud when talking and my voice isn't as deep as I wish so that sucks.
(copy and paste from older write) I wish I had a father: I don't have a father or any form of father figure, I'm fatherless and it hurts a lot. My father has been out of my life since I was elevenish/twelveish (the peak of covid passed), we kicked him out because he is and was a meth addict in and out of the jail. He was a fuctioning addict so not violent and not as obvious of an addict but the meth still took him over. My mother says she kept him around and gave him so many chances because she wanted him to be in my life as a father. But he was no father when he was around, he didn't parent me, he didn't play his role as a father and guide as a masculine role model, hell he likely didn't even truly care for me. My only memories of him really are going to McDonold's with him, after which he dumpster dived behind the plaza as I begged for us to go back home. Or me wanting to bond with him so he sets up the brilliant idea of dragging me around with his skechy friends, to skechy places, even at skechy times. I don't understand why I knew sooner, guess I was a stupid basterd but I started picking up that my dad was a bad person around fifth grade. By then I quickly found out more and more and tenstion was growing, by eleven we we're going to kick him out but covid struck it's height and our household seemed palpable. But very quickly we said fuck it and threw him to the curb, we weren't going to have it no longer. Soon after around thirteen I was happy that he was gone but slightly disappointed that I no longer had a father (even if he was useless) and I hoped my mom would find someone, not only for herself but for me. By fourteen this really layed in heavy on me and the lack of a father really bummed me out, I got really stupid and desperate using bitlife to create guys then add me and my mom in to create step father famlies even adding step siblings and shit. By late fourteen it was made clear to me by my mom that "we don't need no man" and that she was done with dating. I very well do need a father figure, every child needs one. Hell I as a guy truly need(ed) one, there are so many lessons and things that come from a fatheson relationship that are crucial to a boy and I missed out on them. Hell even when my dad was around I missed out on lessons, I still remember he was tasked to teach me how to tie my shoes but got mad at me struggling and walked away. He refused to help afterward and I refused to try and never to this day learned the proper way to tie, instead I have my own far less efficent method. I missed out on so much by not having a father and it hurts to know that and I just wish I had the knowledge, without a masculine role model I have definetly missed out what it is to be a man and likely am even a loser of a man. I just want a father so badly, I want what a father provides so badly, I want the bond that it comes with. I wish I just had a guy to talk to and bond with, I want a dad just so badly. I wish I had someone who taught me how to change a tire or fish and all that shit, but I'll never have it and it angers me, I am angry to be fatherless, I am angry and lost without a father figure, and I'm jealous. I kind of want to have children when the time comes, I wonder if I'll fail them as well.
Friends: Growing up I was always a bit introverted, I think it was of my nature but was amplafied by life. In elementary I often acquainted myself with people never having any close friends outside my after school program. Jumping to middle school I had a good friend-group but it turned out my good friend T was really an ass and I was pushed out by him in early nineth grade. Later in nineth I met my good friend, my best friend M. This year in tenth I was introduced to a friend named D by M. These are my only two friends and I'm happy with them, though there are a few issues. Not anything major but just a few things, like how we never do anything outside of school. The only thing I really miss about my old friendgroup is that we actually did shit: springs, houses, events, parks, attractions, food. Now me, M and, D don't and have never done anything outside of school and the computer. M likely couldn't do anything because of his famliy and D just seems completely disinterested and worried about money. But I wish we could really do something, sure videogames are fun but it would be fun if we could just goof off somewhere, be stupid. This is really the only general "issue" apart from that no major strain or issue in the friendgroup. But I do have a few personal grievences, starting with D. I think D has a darker side of him, he seems to not respect or care for me and will sometimes show it in nasty ways. He had told both me and M to kill ourselves, he attacks insecurites, he says rude shit, etc. Also with D, we have never truly connected, never gotten to know each other personally. Without M we would be mere acquaintance, M is the only reason why me and D are friends and being alone with each other is mostly silence and maybe him showing me a TikTok. Then M, I have no personal issues with M only small factors of our friendship I'm upset or worried about. Starting off with is school, halfway through this year (tenth) M started a FLVS-hybrid. I am happy for him and it's something we both expressed wanting but now I never really see him. I could see him at lunch but he dosen't really come in and only other time I can see him is leaving campus. I ethier catch him and barely have a conversation worthwhile or he's to far ahead and I got to give up trying to reach him. The only way to talk to my best friend nowadays really is Discord, and that isn't even reliable since his parents are often controlling the WI-FI or taking his stuff away. This means when I do talk to my friend it can suddenly be ended as he disconnects or I can't even. This sucks, it feels like I can't even talk to my best friend that much. But that isn't all, because I'm worried for my friend M. His parents don't sound the best from all he's told me, I won't share his issues but just as an example he didn't have a bedroom for two months. Hearing what we gose through is alreadly dishearting but something that I worry deeply about is him talking sucide. He has talked and half joked about it several times and it's worry, I been trying to discourage but he continues with it so now I'm just trying to ignore it. That is likely the wrong way of handling it but I just don't know what to do. I hope it's always bluff and he moves out and moves on with he can, I don't want him to kill himself.
I'm lonely: I'm sixteen but I'm lonely. I am the only one of my friends who hasn't had a relationship, I am not the most worried about that, I don't want to date just to date, I want to date to love. But hell I still wish I had a relationship, even just a sterotypical high-school one. But what I truly want is true love, I want a woman I love with all my heart and a woman who loves me with all of hers, I want a woman to provide for, to protect, to matter to. I want to marry and possibly have kids. I want to love someone, be there for someone. But will I ever even have that? I'm alreadly a loser who no woman would want and even then from what I've heard, "modren dating is terrible" so what chance do I even have? Will I ever have someone to love? I hope.
School: School makes me so misereble and dead, this place makes me genuinely want to off myself I hate it so much. And it seems to revolve around my whole life, even at home it's all my mom wants to bring up. I just need a break from it all but it seems like it's the only thing in my life, I don't really have anything else. I failed my nineth grade year, I failed since I'm a stupid, worthless peice of shit. But they "passed" me onto tenth, gave me tenth grade classes, test, etc but say I'm still nineth, tell me do nineth grade "remedation" online. Now I'm failing like a worthless peice of shit once again! I wish they held me back to try again but they didn't they just pushed me on, still likely would've failed like a worthless bitch but I could have had a chance. I fucking hate myself I'm so stupid and I hate my school for pushing my stupid ass onward and onward, I should just kill myself at this point. And when I try to reach out to my counselor in any hope for some chance of help the piss poor communcation at this school means it'll take days for a response, I can't even get reliable help over school. Back in middle school I had a GPA in the high 3s, I made honor roll every other quater or so, I had high grades and sucess. But in high-school, in nineth grade I failed with straight Fs and got a GPA of 0.7, now in tenth I have a 1.7 and sometimes get high grades but mostly fail. I just wish I wasn't so stupid, I just wish I was smart and successful at school. But I'm not, I'm a fucking idiot and an embarssment at school. And maybe it would all be okay if it wasn't for the assholes I am surrounded by, my fellow peers of this overcrowded hell hole. Just seems like I can never catch a break with having to deal with people. I just want to be left alone but they're is just always somebody wanting to bother me, harass me. Can sit at a desk then have a bunch of cunts around me, harass me, call me burgundy because of my shirt. Can sit down and be snickered at by the guys in front of me for whatever reason. Sit down and have paper, pencils, even ice hitting me. Sit down and have some imbecible pull up a chair and use my desk as his and block me in my seat because fuck me, am I right? Just want to be left alone but never am, nobody ever dose it's always something. I can't even get respect, not a single bit, just always mistreated. Hell just the other day when I was given my packet I was also mistakenly given the packet of a nearby girl, I get her attention and hand it to her and she just snaches it and mumbles something, because I can't even be respected, I'm worthless. And even when I'm not being directly bothered I got to deal with slow walkers, idiots who don't know how to inconvience everyone else in the halls, the over crowded school. It all fucking sucks I hate it all, everyday I think I'm on the verge of snapping but somehow just have more patience, I don't know how much more of this shit I can or have to endure. At least my mom finally reconsidered my old forgotten pleads for online school and reopened the idea, maybe by some miracle online school will save me and "help me get caught up and ahead" but I doubt it, I'm an idiot who deserves to die. Why am I so fucking stupid, why am I like this? Why must I exist this way?
No hobbies or interest: I used to love a lot of things: reading, history, coming up with things in my head, videogames and, anything really. Now I have grown apathic to it all except videogames and even that dosen't bring much joy. I want to have my old hobbies back but lack the will to return. And I want new hobbies but yet lack will but also lacking knowing what I want to try. I'm lost with my freetime, it's all bleek and I want to fill my life with pastion. I still love videogames, always will but I need more then just gaming, I want more then gaming. I just want something, anything. I don't want to have such a lack of interest, God I fucking hate my life.
I have no future career goals: I'm sixteen and have no idea on what I want to do as an adult, some may say thats okay but it's not, not for me at least. I want to have a goal in the adult world, and even if that goal led to a path I don't like then I can always go down another path. Despite having no idea on what to do I at least know I don't want to be in an office. I could handle an office job, and be content with an office job but an office job isn't me, it isn't what sounds interesting, I would likely do blue collar or be my own boss. Some jobs I've considered and would do still are: police, SWAT police, house flipper, 911 operator, port worker, mechanic or something tinkeassemble like, enterpuner my book, film and games ideas or, open a store or bar or something. These are some jobs I've considered in the past that I would still see myself doing, I have also pondered over military/reserve but not sure. My childhood dream career that I still have a desire for is SWAT but I don't think I have what it takes, in fact I don't think I have what it takes for anything. I think all my life is destined to is dying homeless on a street corner, it's all I'll ever be "worthless".
I had so much planned, now failed: At age fourteen I planned to by now have a license, a job, a banking account, start savings. I planned to lose weight, I planned to have an idea outside of school, I had a plan. But I'm just a worthless peice of shit and a failure to myself, I don't even have a permit, no job, no savings, still fat, have no idea about the future, I failed myself.
Fidgeting: I can't stop but want to, at school I can't help but twiral a pencil around. I do it all the time at school but been trying to stop, I hate doing it. Worst part is I'm being immated by worthless cunts by it which is annoying. I want to stop this.
Masterbation addiction: I have a severe and low life addiction to masterbation. I do it at least once a day and sometimes mutiple times a day. The longest I was ever able to refrain was just a little over a week and only failed because I got bored. I need to jerk it to be able to sleep unless I'm desperately tired but even then. Also since I "need" it to sleep I regulary soil my sweatpants then sleep in it which is nasty. I can't control this vice, this low appetite and I'm deeply unhappy about it. Also unhappy that I might be ruining my endurence, a bit TMI but just another reason why this is harmful. I want to refrain or atleast drasticly cut out this pratice and fix myself.
I likely have more issues eating me inside as I waste away as a shell of a person but I can't really think of them. I am told my mom is looking into thearpy so that might be nice. Please just help me, I'm so lost and broken, I sometimes consider just ending it all but I just hope it can get good.

NOT LOOKING FOR MEDICAL ADVICE
Hello. We are finding out our cat has some issues that weren’t disclosed at adoption. Maybe the shelter didn’t know, I know that’s possible.
She’s 4 and we’ve had her for about 4.5 months. The whole time she’s been incredibly sweet, but we’ve dealt with swatting and today she clawed my ankle without provocation. She’s never done that before and has never swatted with claws. I’m a bit scared now. She started wailing a bit afterwards but then acted like normal. All I did was walk past her. It wasn’t anything I haven’t done before.
She also has a rippling back constantly and a shaking tail. She’ll chase her tail and will sometimes wail even though we’re home. She excessively grooms and acts agitated.
The shelter told us she had teeth removed due to F I V but she was otherwise in good health. I fear she has F H S and I’m working with our vet to figure it out. The problem is, we weren’t prepared for all of this. We were fine with the F I V but the new expenses of F H S treatment, I just don’t think this is what we were prepared to do. We can’t even give her medication when she’ll inevitably need it, we can’t even get close enough to her to pet her sometimes.
Anyone with a similar experience? Am I awful for thinking that we might need to rehome her to someone better equipped to handle cats with special care?
I feel horrible, she is so sweet but we just didn’t sign up for this. I care for her deeply, but I don’t know if I can do this.

Hello, we have been dealing with some issues with the 4 year old cat we adopted about 4.5 months ago. She is spayed and is FIV+.
Today, she, unprovoked, slashed my ankle. She hasn’t done this before, but she has swatted us multiple times. Nothing has gotten better in that regard with her over the past 4.5 months. Today was the first time she used claws though.
I started searching some of her symptoms and connecting them as I searched. She has all the classic signs of FHS:
Restlessness/agitation, skin rippling on her back, tail shaking/twitching, excessive grooming, sudden outbursts of “aggression”, chasing things that aren’t there as well as her tail, pacing (sometimes), and yowling.
I need to make a vet appointment, but I’m almost positive it’s what she has. When she’s not like this, she’s so sweet.
I’m just so worried because I was not prepared for something like this. This requires medication daily and special diets, and possible further medical intervention. That’s all extremely expensive. I care deeply for her, but we were told none of this at the shelter- though it is likely they didn’t know. I don’t want to sound awful, but this is an intense possible diagnosis.
I don’t want to jump to a conclusion, but now that she’s starting scratching us, I’m worried. If a vet can give me any advice, I would really appreciate it.
I will be making an appointment with her vet regardless. Thanks.

The police are knocking now, the sound of the knocks harmonious to the ticking of the clock, as if to accentuate my dire deficiency of time in this moment. The swat team encircle my house, like a viper constricting its prey.
As I walked into my english lit paper 1 exam, I made sure all 3 of my anime waifu body pillows came with me, in my bag, im sure many of you can relate to this.
As the exam commenced, I felt the pangs of boredom and annoyance, this literature exam felt too easy for a specimen such as myself, who has gotten consistent grade 10s in english since year 4. Needless to say I finished 24 minutes early. However disaster was soon to strike.
Suddenly it happened, my bag from across the exam hall was too full and decided to burst open, my anime body pillows and questionable manga sailed through the air and landed, littering the exam hall, students and invigilators incredulous alike.
Seeing my body pillows in such a precarious state, well, it pushed me over the edge. I could feel it rising, uncontrollably, like a beast off of its leash. I could no longer sit down, It felt too constricting. It was like my trousers were about to tear in half.
But then, as if it was the final blow, like driving a stake through the ground, I saw it. One of the body pillows being manhandled.
The floodgates opened, the pent up pressure burst open in an explosion of bodily fluids. The white shotgun colaterally head shot my entire row. The police have given me the nickname, "the white death" after this incident occured. The torrential flow was unrelenting, 37 students rendered unconscious from the initial blast, 20 students almost drowned. Apparently they have to remove a question about specialised cells from the gcse biology paper, due to the ptsd this incident caused.
Am I at fault here? Do I test out this technique against the swat team?

So, i've been at it for a while and I cant figure out why it's not working.
I have two seperate scripts, one is a check to see if a character is inside the collider, if yes it can control something, if not it can't.
Only one user at a time is able to control it.
Only problem is that the master is the only one that can control it and thats not what I want. I have 2 tags and only one of those two can control it, but only one at a time. Whoever is the first inside the collider can control it, once the other exits the other player is able to control it.
Here is the collider checker

using Photon.Pun; using UnityEngine; public class PolypActivate : MonoBehaviourPunCallbacks { public bool PolypActive = false; public PhotonView motorPhotonView; void Start() { PolypActive = false; } void OnTriggerEnter(Collider other) { if (photonView.IsMine) { if (other.CompareTag("Character") other.CompareTag("VRidesGekkie")) { PolypActive = true; photonView.RPC(nameof(ActivateBreakDance), RpcTarget.All, true); } } } void OnTriggerExit(Collider other) { if (photonView.IsMine) { if (other.CompareTag("Character") other.CompareTag("VRidesGekkie")) { PolypActive = false; photonView.RPC(nameof(ActivateBreakDance), RpcTarget.All, false); } } } [PunRPC] void ActivateBreakDance(bool activate) { PolypActive = activate; if (PolypActive) { Debug.Log("Break dance activated"); if (photonView.IsMine) { motorPhotonView = GameObject.FindGameObjectWithTag("Motor").GetComponent(); if (motorPhotonView != null) { motorPhotonView.TransferOwnership(PhotonNetwork.LocalPlayer); } } } else { Debug.Log("Break dance deactivated"); if (motorPhotonView != null && motorPhotonView.Owner == PhotonNetwork.LocalPlayer) { motorPhotonView.TransferOwnership(PhotonNetwork.MasterClient); } } } } 

And here is the script that is for controlling stuff.

using UnityEngine; using UnityEngine.UI; using System.Collections; using System; using Photon.Pun; public partial class MotorController : MonoBehaviour { public float molensnelheid; public Rigidbody arm; public AudioSource Audio; // public Toggle MotorAan; // public Slider speedSlider; public bool motorpower; public Text targetSpeedLabel; public Text currentSpeedLabel; public Text motorOnOffLabel; public CartManager gondola; public bool inverseDirection = false; public bool allowMultipleDirections = false; public int maxSpeed = 50; // was 80 floor, 170 crosses public int maxSpeedWhileSafetyBarsOpen = 5; public float speedChangePerFrame = 1; // was 1 floor, 4 crosses public float motorForce; // was 1600 floor, 8000 crosses public float increaseAccelerationSpeedFactorOverSeconds = 2.0f; public float maximumForceOnMotorOff = 1.0f; public KeyCode onOffKey; public KeyCode increaseKey; public KeyCode decreaseKey; public KeyCode breakKey; public KeyCode preTurnKey; public bool EngineAan; public AudioSource engineOn; public bool isOn = false; private HingeJoint _hingeJoint; private float direction; private float startPreTurningTime = -1; private float changingProgress = 0.25f; private KeyCode lastDirectionChangeKey = KeyCode.None; private float effectiveMotorForce; // Animations public Animator Sleutel; public PolypActivate Polyp; // public PhotonView photonView; private void Start() { _hingeJoint = GetComponent(); _hingeJoint.useMotor = true; } void Update() { if (GlobalVariables.userAccessPass == AccessPass.AllAccessPass) { if (Polyp.PolypActive) { // Audio if (Audio != null) Audio.pitch = _hingeJoint.velocity / maxSpeed; // Set rotate direction based on settings int direction = inverseDirection ? -1 : 1; if (startPreTurningTime != -1) { changingProgress = Mathf.Clamp((Time.time - startPreTurningTime) / increaseAccelerationSpeedFactorOverSeconds, 0, 1); //Debug.Log(changingProgress.ToString("0.00")); } if (Input.GetKeyDown(onOffKey)) { ToggleMotor(); } if (Input.GetKey(increaseKey)) { // speedSlider.value = molensnelheid; effectiveMotorForce = motorForce; molensnelheid = molensnelheid + (direction * speedChangePerFrame * Time.maximumDeltaTime); } else if (Input.GetKey(decreaseKey)) { // speedSlider.value = molensnelheid; effectiveMotorForce = motorForce; molensnelheid = molensnelheid + (-direction * speedChangePerFrame * Time.maximumDeltaTime); } else if (allowMultipleDirections && Input.GetKey(breakKey)) { if (Mathf.Abs(molensnelheid) >= 0.001) { effectiveMotorForce = motorForce; float decreaseDirection = molensnelheid > 0.0f ? -1.0f : 1.0f; molensnelheid = molensnelheid + (decreaseDirection * speedChangePerFrame * Time.maximumDeltaTime); } } else if (Input.GetKey(preTurnKey) && Mathf.Abs(molensnelheid) <= maxSpeedWhileSafetyBarsOpen) { effectiveMotorForce = motorForce; molensnelheid = changingProgress * direction * maxSpeedWhileSafetyBarsOpen; if (lastDirectionChangeKey != preTurnKey) startPreTurningTime = Time.time; lastDirectionChangeKey = preTurnKey; } else if (Input.GetKeyUp(preTurnKey) && Mathf.Abs(molensnelheid) <= maxSpeedWhileSafetyBarsOpen) { molensnelheid = 0; effectiveMotorForce = maximumForceOnMotorOff; lastDirectionChangeKey = KeyCode.None; startPreTurningTime = -1; changingProgress = 0.0f; } float effectiveMaxSpeed = maxSpeed; // Change speed when safety bars open if (gondola != null && !gondola.beugelDown) { effectiveMaxSpeed = maxSpeedWhileSafetyBarsOpen; } // Reset effectiveMaxSpeed when motor is off if (!EngineAan) { engineOn.Play(); // MotorAan.isOn = false; effectiveMaxSpeed = 0; effectiveMotorForce = maximumForceOnMotorOff; } // Set minimum and maximum value float minimum = (allowMultipleDirections inverseDirection) ? -effectiveMaxSpeed : 0; float maximum = (allowMultipleDirections !inverseDirection) ? effectiveMaxSpeed : 0; // Clamp speed between min and max molensnelheid = Mathf.Clamp(molensnelheid, minimum, maximum); // Control Motor JointMotor motor = _hingeJoint.motor; motor.force = effectiveMotorForce; motor.targetVelocity = molensnelheid; motor.freeSpin = false; _hingeJoint.motor = motor; // Show motor status (on / off) if (motorOnOffLabel != null) motorOnOffLabel.text = EngineAan ? "Aan" : "Uit"; // Set motor target speed in view float targetSpeedInPercentage = direction * (molensnelheid / maxSpeed) * 100; if (targetSpeedLabel != null) targetSpeedLabel.text = targetSpeedInPercentage.ToString("0") + "%"; // Set motor current speed in view float currentSpeedInPercentage = direction * (_hingeJoint.velocity / maxSpeed) * 100; if (currentSpeedLabel != null) currentSpeedLabel.text = currentSpeedInPercentage.ToString("0") + "%"; } } } public void ToggleMotor() { if (GlobalVariables.userAccessPass == AccessPass.AllAccessPass) { if (Polyp.PolypActive) { SetMotor(!EngineAan); } } } public void SetMotor(bool on) { EngineAan = !EngineAan; effectiveMotorForce = motorForce; if (EngineAan) molensnelheid = _hingeJoint.velocity; } public void SetMotorSpeed(float percentage) { int direction = inverseDirection ? -1 : 1; molensnelheid = direction * percentage * maxSpeed; } } 

Hopefully somebody can help me with this :)

\o/ Dear community, please celebrate with me! \o/
I've been using my Desktop as a dual boot system with Ubuntu 22.04 and Windows 10 for quite a number of years. Work was strictly confined to Ubuntu, gaming was strictly confined to Windows 10. And so it was meant to be forever. But then I got a Steam Deck for Christmas 2023 and this changed my life so much, it's not even funny.
I was totally blown away that all of this was working under Linux. I couldn't believe it because I tended to think that I was quite well-informed on the topic of PC gaming. Seeing the Steam Deck in action, however, was like discovering a hidden layer of reality that I never had managed to detect because Digital Foundry had never mentioned it before. That made me think. If it worked that well on that little Steam Deck, it might also work quite well on my gaming rig? And so over Christmas, I slowly began adapting my Ubuntu system to be ready for gaming primetime.
I began by

• installing more up-to-date Nvidia drivers, updating the Kernel and configuring them correctly
• quarantining my work-related stuff so gaming would not interfere (still easily accessible in a few clicks though)
• installing Steam, gamemode, MangoHud, some version of gamescope, Heroic launcher
• getting familiar with Wine and Proton, alternative engines via Luxtorpeda, etc.
• and eventually moving over my games one game/disk at a time

After the first couple of success stories, I also somehow began to rediscover Linux itself, spend some time learning what was going on under the hood, customizing Ubuntu to my heart's content and really make it my own. This I would never have done if I had kept it just as a "get my work done" system. I was so much happier simply turning this thing on, it's kind of ridiculous.
Finally, about one month in, I was pretty much happy with gaming (and of course working) on Linux. The only thing I hadn't tested was VR, and out of maybe a few dozen non-VR games, only 2 of them did not work (looking at you Flashpoint Operations Red Storm and Flashpoint Operations Southern Storm). I finally reshuffled all my data on my disks to run on ext4 partitions (I had originally started by simply mounting my NTFS gaming partitions, which worked quite well all things considered). All I kept where two remaining Windows 10 partitions (system + recovery) - just in case I needed them.
I continued testing more and more games, buying and playing also new games on Steam after a quick check on protondb.com, and after testing what must have been more than 150 games over a number of weeks I was in general a happy camper. Aside from the two games mentioned above I did come across a few problematic cases, but eventually I managed to get every single one of those running without any huge problems as well.
So now it's been almost half a year and today I realized: I haven't booted my Windows system in more than 2 months. So those 2 games that didn't work turned out not to be a decisive factor. I still haven't tested VR with my Quest 3, but I'm pretty sure that stuff will work eventually and I can wait until that day comes. And then I thought about some of the older games I managed to get running on Linux. Things like Drakan and Nascar Racing 4 and Dangerous Waters and Sentinel Returns and Swat 4 and Messiah and quite a few other old things that I had lying around on a disc somewhere and which totally would not run without any tinkering on Windows as well.
And so I said: good enough, what am I waiting for? I finally deleted the Windows 10 partitions for good, reclaimed that space for my system and now I am running Ubuntu exclusively. It feels amazing! I just wanted to share my little story, maybe it helps to motivate some people to also try and get gaming on Linux set-up properly. And I wanted to thank everyone in this community. It was such a valuable resource when I was learning all the ins and outs or hit some snag that I finally managed to overcome thanks to the concentrated knowledge of all you people.
Best regards, the_korben

I (22F) have an older sister (26F) who currently owns two cats. One is a stray girl that popped up at her window one day, and the second is a boy who she got from the humane society. The girl is named Promise, and the boy is named Zirc. (Short for zirconium). Promise is at least 1 years old, and Zirc is currently six months old. She owns both of these cats in an apartment that allows cats, but she hasn't disclosed to her landlords that she has them to avoid paying the deposit.
Me and her do not have the best relationship, theres a lot of past issues that we haven't completely aired out, but I'd say were on neutral speaking terms.
About 3-4 weeks ago, Zirc got extremly sick, he refused to eat, was having accidents, throwing up and hiding, and was extremly lethargic. My sister does not have pet insurance on either one of them, and did not have the funds to take Zirc to the vet. She scraped together a few dollars to at least get him seen, and was only able to afford to get him prescribed meritaz to increase his appetite. A few days after his vet visit, his health took a turn for the worst and he was struggling to even stand. She scheduled to have him euthanized, but the next morning he was functioning relatively normally again. My family and I advised her to not euthenize him until it was obvious he was suffering (like the night prior) and wait to see if he recovers.
Only 1-2 days after all of this, she got into a altercation with her boyfriend that she lives with that led to him being arrested and her without a place to stay (temporarily). She is in an abusive relationship but is actively choosing to stay and defend him.
Because of everything happening, her cats were left alone in the apartment and I offered to take them back to my place where I live with my boyfriend. Zirc was still lethargic, and my sister only had a couple of regular tuna cans to feed him and some pretty dry kibble. We tried to make do with what she had at first but Zirc was refusing to eat and was starting to deteriorate in front of us. Me and my boyfriend went out to buy him some cans of wet food, some pouches of broth, and kitten formula thats packed with vitamins to start syringe feeding him.
After the first day of syringe feeding him, he was more active then he's ever been, and was attempting to eat out of his bowl again. We continued to do this and he's been gradually becoming more active, and adorably clingy to the both of us.
He's walking with more of a pep in his step, hes starting to show interest in eating on his own, and is using the litter box more actively. He hasn't thrown up at all since our diet changes. (Before he was throwing up daily).
Even though he's getting better, he's extremly anorexic and I believe theres something underlying going on. I've spoken to my sister about taking him to the vet as soon as she can, but she continues to say, "only when I can get the extra funds". I'm not sure when that'll be, and I don't know how much longer he can get by on just kitty formula and small amounts of wet food.
I have the funds to take him to the vet to get seen, and even enroll him into insurance, but it's not something I can fork out without it hurting me a bit financially. I'm willing to if he's my own pet, but if she plans to take him back its not something I'm keen on doing. I've bailed her out in the past with vet expenses and pet care, and every single time she ends up rehoming the animals shortly after because she lost interest in them. (Or they required even more care that she didn't want to provide.)
I'm considering just asking to have him, but I'm worried it will damage our relationship even more. I know she's going through a lot of things right now, and she doesn't have the resources to take care of a sick kitten. My mother is constantly asking me to keep/steal him, as he'd be better off with me. I will not steal him, and I usually go by the general rule 'it wouldn't hurt to ask' but I'm worried it would in this case.
She plans for me to keep him until the 17th, when she can legally move back in with her boyfriend (they have a no-contact in place), as she currently is staying with a friend. I'm worried that if I ask to soon, she'll freak out and try to get him back sooner than she planned, and all our progress would go to waste.
I don't want to paint her as an uncapable owner, but me and my boyfriend has grown to love him, and are able to provide him with a comfortable life.
Zirc and Promise are not currently bonded either, they don't hate eachother but it seems like they tolerate being near eachother. She usually ignores him, but she has occasionally swatted and hisses at him.
Theres a lot more that I'm ommiting but this post is already extremly long, I can provide more details in the comments.
So would I be the asshole if I asked to adopt my sister's kitten?

Hey everyone, I'm looking for some advice. I'm aware that this type of question has been asked before on here, and I've done lots of reddit/internet dives to help myself but I'm trying to get some advice that is - I guess - a little more tailored to my situation and wondering if this will find someone who has had a similar experience. Also sorry in advance for the novel I'm about to write but I want to provide as much context as I can.
I have two cats - Worm, a 6 year old torti girl who I adopted in 2021. She is a calm but playful cat who I have never experienced any issues with - no litterbox issues, no scratching up my furniture.... nothing!
Now fast forward to this February. I had been wanting to adopt another cat for a while and was very aware that introductions would be slow and that I had been spoiled with my first experience with Worm. And that could be very different from my experience with a new cat...
I adopted another torti girl from the shelter. Clover is around 1 year old. She is so affectionate and sweet, honestly a bit of a clinger. For the first couple of weeks, I kept Clover contained to my bedroom with her own fountain, toys, litterbox, food, etc. as I wanted a slow introduction. Swapping scents with blankets, keeping my door closed, feeding Worm and Clover on either side of the closed door, etc. Worm has been able to free roam the rest of the apartment. As weeks went on I would keep my door open so that Worm and Clover could see each other. They got into a couple of "tussles" as I would describe them, but it is mostly because Worm has been very eager to play and upon approaching Clover things would escalate because Clover is scared and often hisses/growls when Worm would so much as just approach her and sit/look at her. No latching onto each other or fur flying but just hisses, growls, and the occassional swat. It always sounds worse than it actually is because Clover is so vocal. So I would quickly separate them and give Clover her space. Keep in mind Worm was rescued from a hoarding situation and grew up with other cats so is quite used to them. The shelter did not know much about Clover's history, only that she was surrendered by a young teen and her mom. So I assume she just grew up with no other animals, only humans, so that must be why she is so scared of another cat.
Since adopting Clover, I had no issues with her besides the obvious stress she was under whenever she would see Worm. No going outside the litterbox, destroying any belongings, etc. Very calm cat who would just nap on my bed, look out the window while sitting on my desk, and even cuddle up beside me when going to sleep.
However in March she peed outside the litterbox for the first time. It was on my bed and I was shocked but assumed it was maybe because I cleaned under my bed and moved some things around - ok, I thought, that's fine, she is just a bit upset I adjusted her safe space.
But then a few days later she did it again in the same spot. So then I realized she was starting to exhibit signs of going into heat (had to do some research because I've never had a young or unspayed cat before). I already had a spay appointment booked that was coordinated from the shelter but not until the end of April. So I dealt with the hell that was a cat in heat for a couple of months. She did have more accidents on my bed but I took the necessary steps of cleaning and eventually got a pee pad to make the situation better. I thought the situation would fix itself after she got spayed because this seemed like normal marking behavior during heat. So I figured there was a light at the end of the tunnel...
She was spayed on 4/29 and has since healed. I kept her secluded in my room with the door closed so she would not be disturbed by Miss Worm. Everything went smooth and she is ok now. No pee pee on the bed since surgery. So a couple of days ago, I went back to cracking my door open at night while I sleep (which I have always done while owning Worm, but stopped doing for a bit when I first adopted Clover).
Worm of course has her own litterbox in the bathroom (so two boxes total, the other in my room for Clover). However sometimes she will use the one in my room. This could be a territorial thing, however since she came from a home with other cats I think she is just used to using multiple boxes. A few mornings ago, she used the box in my room at around 6:40 AM. At around 7:30 AM I woke up to Clover pawing at my duvet which is what she does when she cleans up after going to the bathroom. Looked down and saw a pee spot basically right next to/on top of me. I have a waterproof mattress cover, so my mattress has always been pee free. I sprayed the pee spots on my sheets with an enzyme cleaner and threw everything in the wash.
For the next couple of days she did not pee on my bed until this morning I woke up to the same thing like clock work - except Worm hadn't peed in the box this morning, but she did last night after I had already scooped it. But again I woke up around 7 am to Clover pawing at my duvet cover only to look and see pee in the same spot. So now I'm washing everything again...
I guess what I'm saying is I am panicking lol. I thought this would have stopped once she got spayed, but it seems like she is doing it after Worm uses her box. I scoop each box DAILY and I never skip a day. My thoughts are:

• i can keep Worm out of my room by keeping the door shut so that she can't use that box, but it will only further them not getting used to each other and I don't think Clover will have a good quality of life being contained to my room. It also won't be fair to Worm to keep her out of that space.
• I fear I have curated the idea to Clover that my room, the box in my room, and my bed is her territory. But I also was just trying to do slow introductions and give her space, so now I don't know what to do
• I can get a third litterbox so that I have two in my room, but again I think this would only work if Worm uses neither of them...which would result in me continuing to lock her out of my room
• I have ruled in the possiblity of medical issues, such as a UTI, so I'm planning on taking her to the vet soon. However I really do think this is a stress/territory issue, considering she always does it after some point in which Worm has used the box which Clover believes to be hers. She even used Worm's litterbox when I had her in the bathroom when I was cleaning my sheets lol
• I bought a calming collar from Petco when she did it the other day (I know its one of those things that either works or doesn't) but it seemed to be working because she was being braver than usual and exploring the apartment/getting closer to Worm than she normally does.
• I put pee pads on my bed when I'm not home and spray with Nature's Miracle No More Spraying but this is clearly not even a preventative measure anymore as Clover is peeing while I'm literally in bed in the morning.
• She uses her box normally, even sometimes after Worm has used the box. I never notice her straining to pee, or poop. So I'm struggling to see a pattern
• I try to encourage positive routines/play times between them. So I will play with both of them at the same time at night, where Worm is in the hall and Clover is in my room with the door open. I play with them in close proximity and give them treats so that Clover will associate this time with Worm as positive.
• Overall I think Clover is just an anxious young cat with no experience with other animals

Anyone experienced something similar with two cats? I feel like I have done everything right, yet wrong at the same time lol. I know that the acclimation period can sometimes last for months or even longer, but with urine involved I'm not sure how much longer I can do this. This is a frustrating issue and I can't seem to figure what to do without damaging the progress Worm and Clover have made so far. I do not want to give up on Clover, but I also want her to have a good quality of life. I think I know what she is trying to tell me but I'm having a hard time addressing the issue.
Again, sorry for the long post. And appreciate anyone who has read through/provided some advice.

Week 15 Events

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Weekly Guide for Newbies (Recap)

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• Main Priority: Advance Kyurem Escalation to Lv70 > Farm coins to provide for a full item run at Camerupt competition > Advance Main stages
• Other Good Pokemon: Numel, Cresselia, Celesteela, Camerupt
• Once-a-Day: Has good rewards to use Great Balls under Super % Catch Rate.
• Newbie teams for stages: Cresselia, Celesteela, Comfey, Bellossom, Exeggutor (Alola Form), Kommo-o

Expected Heart/Coin Requirement for Farming

Pokémon	Type	BP	RMLs	Max AP	Skill	Swapper needed	Usefulness	Difficulty	Stage type	SL5 cost
Bellossom	Grass	70	5	110	Paralyze+	Yes	C-D	C	1 Heart	~160 hearts

Competitive Stage: Mega Camerupt

Event Period: 6 days, 23 hours

Pokémon	Type	BP	RMLs	Max AP	Skill	Swapper Skill(s)	Mega Power	Icons	MSUs	Items	Moves
Mega Camerupt	Ground	70	5	110	Power of 4	None	Erases Pokémon and disruptions around two spots you tap.	18	7	MS, DD, APU	15

UB Challenge: Celesteela

Pokémon	Type	BP	RMLs	Max AP	Skill	Swapper Skill(s)
Celesteela	Steel	70	7	116	Eliminate	Beast Power

HP	Moves	% Catch Rate	Attempt Cost
24071	28	20 + 2	1 Heart

Great Challenge: Cresselia

Pokémon	Type	BP	RMLs	Max AP	Skill	Swapper Skill(s)
Cresselia	Psychic	80	20	145	Barrier Bash+	Eject++

HP	Moves	% Catch Rate	Attempt Cost	Drop 1 - % Rate	Drop 2 - % Rate	Drop 3 - % Rate
11823	16	10 + 4	300 Coins	PSB - 25	PSB - 12.5	PSB - 6.25

Great Challenge: Comfey

Pokémon	Type	BP	RMLs	Max AP	Skill	Swapper Skill(s)
Comfey	Fairy	60	5	105	Swap++	None

HP	Moves	% Catch Rate	Attempt Cost	Drop 1 - % Rate	Drop 2 - % Rate	Drop 3 - % Rate
4776	13	4 + 2	1 Heart	PSB - 25	PSB - 12.5	PSB - 6.25

Great Challenge: Bellossom

Pokémon	Type	BP	RMLs	Max AP	Skill	Swapper Skill(s)
Bellossom	Grass	70	5	110	Mind Zap	Paralyze+

HP	Moves	% Catch Rate	Attempt Cost	Drop 1 - % Rate	Drop 2 - % Rate	Drop 3 - % Rate
8615	20	8 + 2	1 Heart	PSB - 25	PSB - 12.5	PSB - 6.25

Great Challenge: Exeggutor (Alola Form)

Pokémon	Type	BP	RMLs	Max AP	Skill	Swapper Skill(s)
Exeggutor (Alola Form)	Grass	70	5	110	Full Power	None

HP	Moves	% Catch Rate	Attempt Cost	Drop 1 - % Rate	Drop 2 - % Rate	Drop 3 - % Rate
8608	12	13 + 3	1 Heart	PSB - 25	PSB - 12.5	PSB - 6.25

Great Challenge: Kommo-o

Pokémon	Type	BP	RMLs	Max AP	Skill	Swapper Skill(s)
Kommo-o	Dragon	80	20	145	Crowd Control+	None

HP	Moves	% Catch Rate	Attempt Cost	Drop 1 - % Rate	Drop 2 - % Rate	Drop 3 - % Rate
13500	16	4 + 3	2 Hearts	PSB - 50	PSB - 25	PSB - 12.5

Pokémon Safari

Event Period: 14 days

Pokémon	Type	BP (RMLs/MaxAP)	Skill	Encounter Rate	HP	Moves	% Catch Rate
Numel	Ground	50 (5/100)	Burn	16.67	12560	8	6 + 2
Camerupt	Ground	70 (5/110)	Power of 4	3.33	11076	12	8 + 5
Hippopotas (Female)	Ground	50 (5/100)	T-Boost	16.67	7120	8	8 + 2
Hippowdon (Female)	Ground	60 (5/105)	Final Effort	3.33	9600	10	17 + 2
Pidove	Flying	30 (5/85)	Quirky	20	7392	7	10 + 3
Tranquill	Flying	50 (5/100)	Flap	10	7392	7	15 + 2
Unfezant (Male)	Flying	60 (5/105)	Nosedive	6.67	2582	8	14 + 4
Unfezant (Female)	Flying	60 (5/105)	Crowd Control+	3.33	4992	12	12 + 3
Jangmo-o	Dragon	50 (5/100)	Final Effort	13.33	8400	8	10 + 3
Hakamo-o	Dragon	60 (5/105)	Rock Shot	6.67	7560	10	16 + 3

Drop 1 - % Rate	Drop 2 - % Rate	Drop 3 - % Rate
EBS - 50	EBM - 12.5	EBL - 3.125

A Great Chance a Day!: Cosmog

Pokémon	Type	BP	RMLs	Max AP	Skill	Swapper Skill(s)
Cosmog	Psychic	30	5	85	Quirky++	None

HP	Moves	% Catch Rate	Attempt Cost	Drop 1 - % Rate	Drop 2 - % Rate	Drop 3 - % Rate
4152	7	20 + 2	1 Heart	PSB - 100	SBS - 25	EBL - 25

Daily Pokémon

Day	Pokémon	Type	BP (RMLs/MaxAP)	Skill (Swapper Skills)	HP	Moves	% Catch Rate
Tuesday	Girafarig	Psychic	60 (5/105)	Swat	2654	7	8 + 4
Wednesday	Kecleon	Normal	60 (5/105)	Mind Zap	3675	20	7 + 2
Thursday	Shuckle	Bug	60 (5/105)	Risk-Taker	5899	5	10 + 3
Friday	Relicanth	Rock	60 (5/105)	Mega Boost	4752	15	8 + 3
Monday	Spiritomb	Ghost	60 (5/105)	Spookify	3100	17	5 + 3

Drop 1 - % Rate	Drop 2 - % Rate	Drop 3 - % Rate
100 Coins - 50	300 Coins - 12.5	2000 Coins - 3.125

Old Events

• Kyurem Escalation Battles (7 days)

Weekly Events

• Skill Booster M Stage! - Eevee - (Tuesday to Friday, 3 days)
• A Chance for Coins! - Meowth - (Friday to Monday, 3 days)
• Tons of Exp. Points! - Victini - (Friday to Tuesday, 4 days)

Next Week Events

• Special Challenge: Luxray
• Ultra Challenge: Solgaleo
• Escalation Battles: Zygarde (50 Form)
• Great Challenges: Zygarde (10 Form), Tepig (Winking), Politoed, Machamp, Keldeo (Resolute Form)
• A Great Chance a Day!: Cosmoem
• Daily Pokémon: Charmander (Winking), Squirtle (Winking), Bulbasaur (Winking), Jigglypuff (Winking), Clefairy (Winking)

When writing Signalis: Officer Yeong, I had to redesign the Rotfront Police Department where Ariane works. This is an AU btw, to avoid confusion. But I can't stop thinking about their police. Like how would they operate and what was told in the game or do you guys know something that I don't.
I do have my own structure of the police force in Rotfront. Here is some I can share. Let me know what you guys think. The R.P.D. is a made of four giant interconnected skyscrapers.
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Tower 1: Central Command Tower

• Central Administration:
  • Role: Executive and administrative functions.
  • Functions: Commissioner's office, Chief Inspector's office, administrative offices, and leadership meeting rooms.
• Operational Hub:
  • Role: Core operational and response coordination.
  • Functions: Dispatch center, command center, emergency response equipment storage, and training facilities.
• Intelligence Center:
  • Role: Information analysis, data gathering, and strategic planning.
  • Functions: Intelligence offices, data analysis rooms, surveillance monitoring, and strategic planning rooms.

Tower 2: Equipment and Manufacturing Tower

• Weapons and Ammo Production:
  • Role: Manufacturing and maintenance of firearms, ammunition, and related equipment.
  • Functions: Armory, weapon manufacturing workshops, ammunition production facilities, and equipment maintenance bays.
• Equipment Storage:
  • Role: Centralized storage for various police equipment.
  • Functions: Warehouse for uniforms, protective gear, communication devices, and other essential equipment.
• Vehicle Depot:
  • Role: Maintenance and storage for police vehicles.
  • Functions: Vehicle maintenance bays, parking facilities, fueling stations, and storage for patrol cars, armored vehicles, and other police vehicles.

Tower 3: Barracks and Personnel Tower

• Residential Quarters:
  • Role: Living space for police officers, replicas and support staff.
  • Functions: Dormitories, private rooms, common areas, and facilities for daily living.
• Training Facilities:
  • Role: Areas for physical fitness and skill training.
  • Functions: Gymnasium, training rooms, obstacle courses, shooting ranges, and other training facilities.
• Wellness Center:
  • Role: Promoting physical and mental well-being.
  • Functions: Medical clinic, counseling services, recreation areas, and relaxation spaces.
• Dining and Recreation:
  • Role: Providing spaces for meals and downtime.
  • Functions: Cafeteria, recreational lounges, and outdoor spaces for relaxation.

Tower 4: Logistics and Specialized Services Tower

• Logistics Hub:
  • Role: Managing the supply chain and resources.
  • Functions: Storage for equipment, vehicles, and supplies; logistics offices for inventory management.
• Vehicle Maintenance Center:
  • Role: Ensuring the upkeep of department vehicles.
  • Functions: Repair bays, maintenance facilities, and storage for police vehicles.
• Specialized Units:
  • Role: Housing specialized police units.
  • Functions: Offices and facilities for SWAT teams, K-9 units, forensics, and other specialized divisions.
• Technology and Communications:
  • Role: Managing departmental technology and communication systems.
  • Functions: IT offices, data centers, communication hubs, and storage for technical equipment.
• Armory Extension:
  • Role: Expanding the storage for weapons and ammunition.
  • Functions: Additional armory space, secured storage, and training areas for firearm handling.
• Emergency Response Center:
  • Role: Coordinating emergency responses.

Functions: Control rooms, emergency call center, and coordination offices for rapid response teams.
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This information is seldom used as I am only using bits of it to help write the story should the plot requires. And it's just a bit of fun to make my own police. But this seems good enough, I am curious what you guys think.
Again, this is probably way off the game and just going on with worldbuilding on the Eusan Nation. But I like lore.
Thank you all so much for reading.

i don’t know what i’m looking for with this post. maybe accountability so i actually leave this time?
i’ve been with my boyfriend for two years informally about a year and half formally. that six month gap should’ve been my first sign to run.
he is a compulsive liar. has been since day one. told me he and his ex had been split for 8 months. it had been 2. i didn’t find this out until about month 4 of us dating. i found out because he was still seeing her too. i stoped everything and cut communication. but he stupidly led me back. his ex left him one day when he was at work after four years and he told me he was trying to get closure there to move on with me. and my dumb ass bought it.
outside of the shadiness with his ex - he had been kind and compassionate to me. empathetic and normal. well that all stopped once we began living together. we both had leases up so stupidly i moved in with him shortly after he talked me back into things.
at first the abuse was only verbal/emotional. gaslighting. always accusing me of having a bad attitude or being negative or not affectionate enough etc. then on valentine’s day this year it became physical. he choked me against a wall and threatened to leave me because i was calling in sick to work with a concussion from a biking accident. why did this make him so angry? because he had ordered me flowers to be delivered to work….. so of course i end up feeling guilty and at fault
so yeah i’m a dumb ass and go back. we have several other fights between then and now but no more physical until today. we spent the day with his mom and sister for mother’s day and had a great time. after we went for a bike ride to a brewery and had one beer each. while at the brewery we agreed t watch a movie when we got home , we agreed to find something neither of us has seen.
well as soon as we get home he tries to turn on some movie from 2009 that he’s seen already. and i said i don’t want to watch that we agreed to watch something new. wow you would have thought i committed a felony. instantly started screaming at me calling me a piece of shit annoying ass bitch and told me to fuck off. i start to cry because wel im a human??? i asked him to leave repeatedly and he wouldn’t. he got so mad at me for asking him to leave he grabbed my arm and wrapped it behind my back so i couldn’t use it and began crushing my hand to the point a finger is broken. he also bit a chunk of skin off of my upper arm. while calling me a whore. a cow. a piece of shit. anything bad, he called me that. i won’t lie, i did swat his hand and pushed him away from me. i also put my hands on him after he started to hit me. i kept asking him to leave and he wouldn’t so i finally was leaving.
i couldn’t get to my car right away because his grandmas car ;that was recently given to him bc she is no longer able to drive; was blocking mine in the garage. so i attempted to move it to get mine out. while moving his grandmas car he took my keys and wouldn’t give them back. he tried to shut the garage on my head and body.
during this i have no shoes on. pajamas.
i am pleading please leave. he won’t and starts to come at me again. so i got in his grandmas car since those were the keys i had and i left.
he starts to call me and says he is gonna call the police and report it stolen.
my mom lives over an hour away from us. his mom lives five minutes. i hate that i did this but i am barefoot with nowhere to go, so i called her.
luckily his mother is one of the kindest people ive ever met and accepted me to her home with open arms and let me stay the night at her home.
he is so angry with me for coming here he’s said he’s done with me for good now. why does that hurt me? he also is saying i made up the parts where he hit me. but i have marks on me. and i have pictures from when he choked me before (which he also denies happening). does he really believe that it didn’t happen or is he trying to manipulate me into thinking it didn’t happen.
i don’t know what’s wrong with me. i am feeling so many things. i feel like he is right when he tells me im the issue and im going to die alone if he leaves me but then i also know deep down i don’t deserve this and i can’t live like this forever.
i need to leave. i think next time he might kill me. i really believe that. i just don’t know how i’ve wound up in this situation. will i be able to make it on my own? i don’t know but at this point id rather be alone and miserable than living life on eggshells unsure of if i respond the wrong way call be interpreted as an attitude issue that results in me being beaten.
again i don’t know what im doing this for other than the therapy just simply getting it out and off my chest. thanks to anyone whose read through this shit storm ugh.

Chapter 4 is here and the longest chapter yet! Hope that you enjoy and thanks for the kind words and support!
Thanks again to u/Objective-Farm-2560 for helping proof read and fixing my god awful grammar.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Vaill 4955-9941 Broken Venlil cattle
Date [standardized human time]: November 22, 2136

I’d lost track of time since I was caught, I didn’t even know what paw it was. The pen got emptier with every paw… ever since I saw one of those things eyeing me up for its next meal yesterpaw..
IT'S TOO MUCH!..
I feel so disconnected with what’s happening to me it's like I'm on autopilot but the things I’ve seen, I've heard have been burned into my mind… I-I just wanna go home…

This place had broken me time and time again, I could do nothing but watch as people were taken and butchered before my very eyes, the people I was meant to protect, the people that I had failed so many times.
I miss everyone I once knew. They're all gone now, likely eaten or killed by these things… I.. I miss my friends.. I miss Annek, I hope she made it out alive and she is far away from any predators… I hope at the very least I was able to spare a few people from this fate..

My train of thought was derailed by a monstrous paw that plucked me from the pen and dragged me off to my fate. I flailed about trying to break out of its vice-like grip, but I couldn’t move. I clawed at its scales trying anything to get it to let go but nothing I did worked. I tried to suppress a whimper but ultimately failed. The thing holding me looked satisfied with itself, as it could no doubt smell my fear.

It opened its maw and began to raise me up to it. I squirmed with renewed determination trying to break free, which only seemed to make it more enjoyable for the monstrosity. Part of me was happy for this suffering to be over inviting the sweet release of death, but I still had the rest of my life ahead of me and of all the ways to die this was by far the worst. But what was I, the weakest species in the Federation, as they loved telling us so much, meant to do? I was powerless to do anything against the bloodthirsty Arxur.
It's really over isn’t it? This is where my life ends… this…is.. The end. It's too strong, I’m starved, broken and weak. I couldn't save those people and I can’t save myself now. I’m not strong enough and I never will be…
“P-p-please d-d-d-don’t e-e-e-e-eat me” I managed to get out in a desperate attempt, even swatting my claws at it, though my words fell on deaf ears and my journey to its maw was almost complete. The thing was cackling at my desperation and drooling at my fear.
Oh stars, why did it have to end like this…? I knew it would.. But I thought maybe.. Just maybe I would live, what a delusional fool I was, from the moment I was taken I was nothing but food… this is it.
Its grip on me loosened out of nowhere and I fell to the floor, unable to move because of the fear chemicals flowing through my body. It fell limp next to me. I looked up to see another Arxur was looming over me clearly here to claim its prize… me. My leg was stuck under the first one's torso, and I looked up at the beast standing over me.
From one maw to another… I.. I hope it will be quick…
A roaring voice pierced my ears. “You’d do well to fucking listen to orders! This food is to be sent to the humans, you know they want pets!”
Humans? But they killed themselves off over a {century} ago. How… why… no, they had to be lying, they humans were dead! This was some predatory trickery.
But why would they lie about this, it wouldn’t be to scare us, they do that without the help of others. Was this real?
It reached down and yanked me up, likely to kill and eat me for itself. To my bewilderment it set me down on the floor and...

I managed to muster the strength and courage to speak “….. Y-y-y-you’re a m-monster, a tainted p-p-p-predator… All you c-c-cause is pain and suffering.” My voice hoarse from disuse.

The monster looked at me baring its nasty yellow teeth “Heh, you’re right. if the Chief Hunter wasn’t overlooking this himself, I would gut you here, delicacy.”
It looked as if it was going to leap at me and tear out my throat itself as it licked its lips, smelling my fear.

I remained silent trying to think of a way out of this, but nothing came to mind with this thing still looming over me, taunting me daring me to give it a reason to eat me. Not that it needed one nor would I provide it with one.
Even if I live through this, the others I failed didn’t, and it was my fault. Why should I live when they don’t? I was meant to protect them..
“You’re lucky that he already did a head count,” the monstrosity said, spitting hostility, chilling me to the bone.
Why does it give me false hopes? I knew its games, it was a predator, a sadist as all predators are, there was no good to be found in its tainted soul.

“L-l-let me g-g-go, monster, you k-k-killed so many for your s-s-sick pleasure,” I managed with as much hostility as I could manage.

It laughed at me and slashed at my shoulder, drawing blood. Fear chemicals pumped through me with a new sense of urgency, as my orange blood spelled from the cut and my fear was at a new all time high. This bloodlusting monster wouldn't be able to restrain itself from devouring me now, and I didn’t have anything like I did when I was taken, it was just me and an Arxur towering over me.
I considered headbutting it, but I decided not to give it a reason to finish me off. I tried to get a few {metres} away from it but it grabbed me by the scruff and pressed its claws into my open cut once more. I yelped in pain and it chuckled sadistically as it licked the blood from the laceration.
This is it… speh, I…. I’m so tired of all of this.. I just want it over with.. No more games… I…just want to die… I’m so sick of my hopes being ripped out from under me…

It threw me in the direction of a ship and I felt a wave of pain and relief as I realised that it wasn’t going to eat me. I picked myself up and moved closer to a ship on unsteady legs and joined the crowd of other Venlil. I was clutching my newfound laceration on my shoulder while checking where I had come from in case it followed me.
So much was going through my mind. Did that thing just let me live…? predators couldn’t show mercy… and yet it let me go. I didn’t understand what it had to gain from letting me go free. All of my training.. Everything I knew screamed that it should have killed me because of my weakness, after all it was in a predator's nature to root out the weak. And yet I was alive, it even tasted me. How did it contain its blood lust?

It said something about an exchange with… humans. That couldn’t be right, they killed themselves out over a century ago and they were… predators, as well. Understanding dawned on me as I realized they were handing cattle over to the other predators. Fear was at an all time high with the new information at hand. It even said we were to be pets for the humans. Was I really to be another predator’s plaything?

I was one of the last to board the craft which took off shortly after. We weren’t packed into pens on the ship, instead we were all shoved into the cargo bay with a dirty bucket of water. It was only marginally better than the cattle pens, but at this point anything was better than that hell. The things that I’d seen would live with me forever.
I’m sorry, dad, that I wasn’t good enough, that I let this happen to all these people…

Now I would be handed to another predator species, one that would no doubt be more ruthless than the Grays. I didn’t want to end up as a plaything for a sadistic monster, but it looked as if nothing I could do mattered at this point. I was on a ship set for another hell with my blood only now slowing…

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Quick context: 1, 24f, moved from a different state to live with friends almost a year from today. Both friends had cats of their own (2 male gray tabby's), one quickly bonded with my cat female gray tabby), and the other had to move back in with my friend's family because her cat was aggressive towards the others. She had shown aggressive tendencies in the past. My cat has not shown any aggressive tendencies until we moved a couple of weeks ago.
She is still living with the male cat she bonded with, and we now live with another roommate and her very friendly male tabby. The two boys are getting along just fine, but my cat is not handling things well. We followed the textbook so-to-speak on how to safely and properly introduce cats to each other, but now my cat has become territorial and aggressive towards both. She has not injured or chased them, but when they get close to her she growis, screams, and tries to swat at them.
She is my ESA and only tie I have to home which is over 7 hours away. I understand if my roommates want her to move back in with my parents, but is there anything I can do to not have that be the outcome? It's awful watching my cat transform from a playful, social cat into the complete opposite animal. For now she's mostly in my room while the other two roam and I'm working on getting a vet appointment scheduled for her, even though she was just there about a month ago. I honestly feel very hopeless and will most likely move back in with my parents if she doesn't improve as she's my pet of 4 years and I don't think I will be able to stomach not being with her since she helps me so much mentally (and I love her endlessly, of course).
Feeling very defeated and would love any advice, thank you!

I'm searching for the person I can be with forever. Yes, it does sound corny but I'm getting tired of the endless hunt. I just want to be with the person that can be my home.
I'd say I'm a very sweet and kind person. Although, my BPD can make me unstable — I do have some sense of stability, maturity, and sweetness. I love playing video games, watching movies, doing nerdy things, and I've been getting into custom keyboard modding.
Traits about me include:

• bubbly, fun, albeit super makulit. You'll swat me like a lamok sometimes haha
• video games are my jam, and I love reading manga as well. Recently, I really have been loving Majin Buu. He's so fucking hilarious. I also write poetry, eat good food, and go out in my free time.
• I work in a finance related field for my family.
• tall, fair skinned, chinito, yet has a big belly. has said to be good looking (you be the judge but I've been rated 7 to 9 out of 10 — also depends off my current weight)
• yes, I have a mental illness. I've been battling it my whole life so you can swipe left and carry on if this is not your thing.

Traits I want from you:

• working professional
• kind, compassionate, sweet; not judgemental about a person's issues.
• politically a liberal because I can't stand the fact that BBM is our president and that here in the US we have Trump vs Biden and they're both clowns (I go between both the US and PH and I have to deal with both country's political issues)
• good looking; physical appearance is important.
• older than me (non-negotiable) If women can search for older men, then us men are allowed the right to have a preference for older females.

Bonus points if you are:

• +4 to +10 years older than me.
• tall
• chinita!

Alright, thank you.
Let's trade pictures right away or trade Instagrams!

I've lived in this house with my roommate for about 6 months now. I brought 2 cats with me.
He brought one.
My two are Rascal(approx 5-6yo) and Barley(4 yo)...They're also a mom/daughter pair
His cat is Mocha(about 1-ish)
All three cats will randomly start skirmishes and- while I hate to admit it- no matter who starts the skirmish, it always turns into R&B v. Mocha.
(I say skirmish because it's always just growls and a few swats, never actual, like, scratching/bloody)
The thing is... we can't figure out why they're fighting. One minute, they're all sitting in the kitchen, not caring(hell, they even all eat around each other!), and the next, it's like a switch goes off and everyone's growling.
They all get fed in separate areas, they're able to get away from each other to different parts of the house, they'll even all choose to be in the same area with no real problems...
Idk what to do. At this point, it's either I move out or I get rid of my cats.

Before I start this, I want to say that this is not me trying to get attention for telling this story. This happened very recently and it still affects a lot of people in my community very deeply. I went to high school with one of the victims. I am friends with her close friends. My dad works at the school where two of the girls went to high school at. This case is very, very close to home for me. Tik Tok true crime creators use this story as a way to get money and views and are so disconnected and robotic about what happened. I will tell the story of how I found out and then what the news has released about the situation on the Moscow, Idaho Murders.
My boyfriend used to go to Washington State University, WSU. WSU is located in Pullman about 10 miles from the University of Idaho in Moscow. Him and I were on a trip to Seattle and had just woken up when my boyfriend turns to me and says,
"Two people were just found dead in Moscow."
I was shocked and looked up anything the local news had released. I texted a friend of mine who was going to college down there and he said he was fine. News articles revealed that someone had been found dead, face down on their lawn. Then the death toll was at 2. Then there was no further information. Alex (my boyfriend) had texted his friends at WSU asking if they were all okay and they said they were. We awaited more information, but the last thing we expected was for the story to happen the way it did.
In the early morning of November 13, 2022, four University of Idaho college students were stabbed to death in a shared rental home close to campus. Two female victims. Madison Mogen and Xana Kernodle lived in the house. They worked at the same local restaurant. The third, Kaylee Goncalves, had recently moved out of the house but returned to attend a nearby party. The fourth victim, Ethan Chapin, was Kernodle's boyfriend who was sleeping over on the night of the attacks. Two other female roommates also lived at the house; they were not attacked.
Earlier on the evening of November 12, two of the four victims, Chapin and Kernodle, were reportedly at an on-campus party at the nearby frat house from 8 p.m. to 9 p.m. They returned home at 1:45 a.m. That evening, the other two victims, Mogen and Goncalves, had gone to The Corner Club, a downtown sports bar at 10 p.m., from which they departed at 1:30 a.m. A livestream video on by The Grub Truck, a food truck four blocks south at Friendship Square (Main and Fourth Streets), showed Mogen and Goncalves at 1:41 a.m., chatting and smiling, getting their food ten minutes later, and leaving to take what the police initially said was an Uber ride home, a trip of about one mile (1.6 km). The police later rephrased their statement to say the ride was provided by a "private party," arriving home at 1:56 a.m.
According to the surviving roommates the four students were home by 2:00 a.m. Seven unanswered phone calls were made from the phone of Goncalves to her former long-time boyfriend, a fellow student, from 2:26 to 2:52 a.m. and three unanswered calls were made from Mogen’s phone to the same person, from 2:44 to 2:52 a.m. These calls were investigated with the police concluding they did not believe the recipient of those missed calls was involved in the crime. A doordash order labeled for Xana was delivered to the house around 4 a.m.
The two surviving roommates had allegedly returned home by 1 a.m. Original reports stated both surviving roommates were in their beds on the ground floor at the time of the killings, were not attacked or held hostage, and that neither woke during the killings. However, the probable cause affidavit for the case said that one surviving roommate stated she was sleeping on the second floor, the same floor as Kernodle and Chapin, before she was awakened by what sounded like Goncalves and her dog. She stated she later heard a roommate saying something to the effect of "there's someone here." The roommate stated she believed this was said by Goncalves, although investigators also believe this might have been Kernodle speaking, as a forensic download of her cell phone showed that she was TikTok at 4:12 a.m. The surviving roommate stated she opened her door twice within a short span of time, and the second time, heard what sounded like crying coming from Kernodle's room and a male voice saying "it's okay, I'm going to help you." Security cameras near the home picked up the sound of whimpering, a loud thud, and a dog barking numerous times starting around 4:17 a.m. The surviving roommate allegedly opened her door a third time and saw a figure in black clothing and a mask that covered his mouth and nose walking towards her. The man, whom the roommate stated she did not recognize, walked past her and used the sliding glass door to exit. The roommate stated she stood in a "frozen shock phase" and then locked herself in her room.
The four victims were stabbed to death on the second and third floors in the home, where they had been in bed. The victims were not gagged or restrained and the walls at the scene were spattered with blood. Mogen and Goncalves were found in Mogen's bedroom, and Kernodle and Chapin were found in Kernodle's room.
No calls to 9 1 1 were made until 11:58 a.m., many hours after the early morning killings. The call made at that time requested aid for an "unconscious" person, and was placed from within the residence using the cell phone of one of the surviving roommates. When police arrived, the door to the home was open, there was no sign of forced entry or damage inside the home, and nothing appeared to be missing. The two surviving roommates were in the residence when police arrived, as were other friends of the victims. The surviving roommates had allegedly called friends over to the home because they believed one of the second-floor victims was unconscious and was not waking up.
All four victims were pronounced dead at noon. Detectives stated they believe the killings occurred sometime between 4 a.m. and 4:25 a.m. That morning, officers came upon Goncalves's dog, which she shared with her ex-boyfriend, alive and unharmed at the house.
The police initially left open the possibility that there could be more than one perpetrator. Police stated that they believe it was "a targeted attack but have not concluded if the target was the residence or its occupants."
In a November 23rd press conference, the Moscow police chief said that authorities had received a number of tips including that Goncalves allegedly had a stalker, but were unable to verify that claim or identify any such individual at that time.
After receiving hundreds of tips from the public, on December 15 police announced they were searching records of approximately 22,000 Hyundai Elantras made between 2011 and 2013. A camera in the area captured video of a white or light colored Elantra around the time of the murders, which investigators noticed had made multiple passes along the same route near the residence. Another recording also showed an Elantra passing by the victims' home three times, beginning around 3:29 a.m. At 4:04 a.m., the Elantra returned to the home for a fourth time. At 4:20 a.m., the car was seen speeding away from the victims' neighborhood.
Investigators in neighboring Pullman, Washington, began an investigation into a white Elantra belonging to a 28-year-old PhD candidate named Bryan Christopher Kohberger, who drove it with his father home to Pennsylvania for the holidays, Kohberger's Elantra was of a later year than the original police description. Kohberger was pulled over twice within a nearly five-mile radius by Indiana State Police for tailgaiting other cars. Investigators obtained cell phone data that showed that Kohberger's phone stopped connecting to the network around 2:47 a.m. in Pullman on November 13 before reconnecting around 4:48 a.m.
Cell phone data also show that his phone utilized a cell tower near the victims' residence around 9 a.m. on November 13, approximately five hours after the killings. Police also obtained data that indicated that his phone pinged from the cell phone tower nearest the residence at least twelve times between June 2022 and November 13. Investigators had obtained three unidentified male DNA samples from the crime scene including DNA found on a tan leather knife sheath on Mogen's bed.
Using a public genealogy database, authorities reportedly identified a partial match to an individual with a familial connection to Kohberger. Investigators recovered trash from outside Kohberger’s family's home in Pennsylvania for DNA, which they stated was consistent with being the father of the DNA from the sheath.
Before the arrest, investigators monitored Kohberger outside of his parents' Pennsylvania home. He was allegedly seen multiple times wearing surgical gloves and observed putting trash bags inside of the garbage can of a neighbor. The items were sent to the Idaho State Lab for testing. Authorities also said Kohberger had "cleaned his car, inside and outside, not missing an inch according to authorities, a search of the home where Kohberger was arrested revealed a knife, a pistol, and a black face mask, as well as ID cards inside a glove inside a box.
Kohberger was taken into custody by a SWAT team and Pennsylvania Police on December 30th at the home of his parents in Pennsylvania At the time of his arrest, authorities allegedly found Kohberger in the kitchen dressed in a shirt and shorts, while wearing examination gloves and putting trash into separate zip-lock baggies.
On May 17, 2023, the court announced that Kohberger was indicted by a jury on five charges: four counts of first degree murder and one count of felony burglary. A preliminary probable cause hearing scheduled for June 26 was canceled after the indictment. In May 2023, Kohberger refused to enter a plea during his arraignment. His attorney said that he was "standing silent" on the charges. The judge entered a 'not guilty' plea for him.
My best friends Dad works for a funeral home and he picked up Xana's body, He said it was the most horrible thing he has ever seen. Looking at the photos from the crime scene makes my stomach churn. Especially the one of the bag of Jack In the Box that had Xana's name on it. It was just something so human in a scene where there was no humanity. Seeing the pictures national news outlets used where Xana can be seen in her cap and gown standing in from of my High School makes me queasy. I hope Brian Kohberger rots in prison.

My brother thinks I poisoned him and now I'm living in dread (this will be a bit lengthy, sorry). My brother (33m) and I (37m) unfortunately, like to take Xanax. I only take 1/4 of a pill when needed or wanted, which is rare. I only found out last year that my brother likes them too. For context, I don't like my brother and never have. He's selfish, concede, egotistical, narcissistic and truly feels like he is superior to all humans, despite being an idiot-loser. He blames everyone and everything else for his problems, even when he admits fault. I have never been close to him but out of deep love for our father, I try to have a relationship with him, despite my absolute disgust for him. Well, I made a huge mistake by letting my brother convince me to move to the same property as him, so we could be closer and share the friend referral fee. Well, about 2 weeks before my move, he quit his job and a week before I moved, he came to my apartment to hang and while he was there, he told me he wanted to get a bottle of Xanax which contains 30 pills each. I got one with him (a bottle lasts me 2-3 years depending), he ate his in 5 days. We got them on a Wednesday and by that following Monday morning, he told me he was already out. That's when he confessed to me that he takes a minimum of 3-4 a day and has been for months. 2 days later, I went to pick up the keys and went to his apt. When I got there, he was gaming and slurring his words a bit, so I asked him if he got more pills. He showed me the bottle and he was already half way through it. I told him he shouldn't take the pills like that bc they can cause severe problems if he quits cold turkey. He simply replied, "I've been through withdrawal before. It ain't shit". All I could think was "ok, but were you taking 8-10 pills a day for weeks??". So, I started distancing myself from him bc all he did was whine, bitch and moan about how his life sucks bc our dad spanked him when we were kids. I said I got hit too and I'm fine. But all he does is whine about how everything is everyone else's fault and it's not his he wound up a loser. So, being the more responsible older brother I am, tried to help by feeding him as much and as often as I could. A couple of weeks go by and I didn't take to him much. We texted almost everyday and I dropped food to him here and there but again, I was trying to distance myself some. Well, a Thursday came and I asked him if he wanted to go eat with me. He said yes and we went for Thai food. He was fine. He looked fine, spoke fine, acted fine. I didn't see or speak to him the next day (Friday) but Saturday morning at 9am, he texted me asking to come over. When I opened that door, he was a completely different person. His eyes were black, his pupils were insanely dilated, his cheeks were sunk in and you could tell he hadn't showered in a couple of days. He was going through withdrawal and I knew it, so I brought him in and that's where shit got real. He started telling me he thought the feds were after him bc he was holding some checks for a friend in a safety deposit box (even before this, something my brother would never do) and that he has cashed one for like $20k. I knew this was all paranoia and just rolled with it. He continued to tell me that there was a swat raid at the apt across from him and he watched it all through the window. He said that, "they must have known he was there bc one of the officers stood outside his door all night". He said he came to my apt as soon as the guy left. He then told me he went to Dallas the day before for training for Harris County. (They don't do that, Harris County is in Houston). So, I tried to get him to settle and calm down by putting on a neutral show with no real violence and put him up on my couch. He laid there for a good 2 hours, but kept talking to himself out loud and to me, who was in my bedroom. I was worried, so I called my dest friend and told her what was going on. She was worried too and stayed on the phone w me almost the entire time my brother was over. I had to go get my haircut and was gone no more than an hour. When I got back, he was still on the couch, saying weird and random stuff. I tried to get him to eat but he refused. I tried to get him to drink but he refused. Then, he just came and laid on my hard bedroom floor for a solid 6 hours. I got him a blanket and pillow and kept trying to get him to lay on the couch bc it's more comfortable than the floor but he said he was fine. At about 9pm that night, he got up and said he was going home. I asked if he was ok to go home and he said he was fine. So, he left and I went to sleep. Nex thing I know, I woke up around 630am to multiple missed calls from our dad, which is odd bc they were made all through the night. I called him as soon as I saw it and he picked up in a bit of a panic, asking what my brother took. I asked what he was talking about and he said my brother was acting weird like he was overdosing. So, I came clean to my dad about what's been going on. (For context, I didn't notify him sooner bc it wouldn't have done any good. My brother thinks he's smarter and better than everyone and would lose his mind if I told). My dad hangs up and tells the doctors what I told him. Apparently, my brother decided to go to my dad's in the middle of the night but got lost bc he wasn't in the right state of mind. He called my dad panicking and my dad and stepmom had to go find him. When they did and got him back to their house, they said he was talking about weird stuff and was really scaring them. So, they took him to the hospital. Once my dad told them about the pills, they transferred my brother to the psych ward of the hospital. A few days go by with my dad going to see him every day, tried telling my brother what happened. Only for my brother to laugh in his face and tell him he's full of shit. Telling my dad it's his fault he's in the hospital. A couple more days go by and my dad told me to go see him. That following Saturday I was getting ready to go, when I got a call from my dad telling me not to go. When I asked why not, he told me my brother is saying I POISONED HIM and that's why he got sick!! TF?? So, my brother got transferred to an actual psychiatric hospital and was there for about 2 weeks. When he got out, he didn't speak to me and I didn't see him. My dad just kept telling me he didn't want to talk about it, so I left it alone. Fast forward a few weeks and it's my nephews 1st birthday party. I'm talking to my stepmom and she made a comment of "how my brother must really be scared to not come to the party". I looked at her and asked what she meant. That's when she told me the truth. That my brother is telling everyone that I tried to kill him! He's adamant that I tried to kill him by poisoning him and now he's scared of me. Now, this wouldn't be too bad for a lot of people, but my brother is an extremely angry and volatile person. It takes nothing to set him off. And he doesn't like being scared of anything or anyone. Which means, that one of these days, it's 1000% possible that he just snaps and gets mad and comes after me. And yes, he owns 2 guns and has access to plenty more. All unregistered too. I can't talk to my dad about it bc he's just sticking his head in the sand like an ostrich, claiming neutrality. But this isn't some childhood or pety disagreement. He TRULY thinks I tried to poison him and that it had NOTHING to do with the pills! (Which, I guarantee he's taking again). He's being an even bigger AH to my dad bc he blames my dad for him being in the hospital. Even though my dad is paying his rent, car note, insurance and all his other bills. My brother is acting like my dad owes him this and is being the biggest and most ungrateful POS I've ever seen. Even worse than his normal self, and that saying A LOT. I'm going to talk to my friend whose an apartment supervisor and see what I can do about legally getting out of my lease bc I'm not going to wait around for him to get mad and try to do something about it. Sorry this was so long but it was a lot and I needed to get it off my chest bc I'm stressed, constantly looking over my shoulder for my brother. What else can I or should I do?