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Advanced Running: It's a mindset
2011.10.31 18:35 justarunner Advanced Running: It's a mindset
Post here for discussion about training for running, race reports, elite results and discussion, and more. AR is NOT limited to a certain competitive level or race times. It is a mindset and the community is fueled by those who want to better themselves and talk to like minded competitors. The deciding factor is the type of training you are attempting to use to improve yourself. If the answer to the post is "run more miles" or "try speed work", then that question is more suitable in running.
2010.04.21 22:11 smckenzie23 Barefoot & Minimalist running
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2011.06.21 12:42 noriyasuu Birds with Arms
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2024.05.15 18:05 Dreadx137 Vault dweller family tree?
I'm trying to make a home brew D&D campaign for me and my friends, largely centered around the NCR, and in the third part, the Courier, with large crossover with the capital wasteland, I'm going to have my players start out in Redding, meeting eachother in game, and then heading off to vault city, making a few quests based on where they go in surounding towns and cities, and then eventually get them involved with NCR, and them being sent to the mojave to take vegas from the Courier for the NCR. (thinking about making the Courier a major antagonist, possibly the BBEG) I'm currently doing research on The bishop family, and im confused on the family tree. what is the chosen ones connection to him, i heard that you have to kill him in fallout 2, but isn't he the chosen one's son, is there a difference between john bishop and Mr. Bishop? I dont know, i've played mostly New vegas and 3, a little bit of 4, I know some about two, and a little about one, could someone give me a family tree from the vault dweller to the daughter that Bruce Isaacs had a run in with in New vegas?
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2024.05.15 18:03 KamchatkasRevenge Out of Cruel Space Side Story: Of Dog, Volpir, and Man - Bk 6 Ch 18
The next day finds the military part of the Bridger family waiting in one of the larger cargo bays. Paladin company and Shark Platoon are on hand, all in full power armor except for Makula, with the exception of Jaruna who's standing next to Jerry in a family uniform with her shotgun and sword slung over her back. Jerry had also elected for a dress uniform today, though he'd paired it with a 'ceremonial' curaiss that could still take a hit from a plasma cannon or two... and concealed a small shield generator. Mixed with his cloak and the Crimsonhewer war ax on his belt, Jerry thought he looked every bit the barbarian warlord... if a bit too clean cut for a Hollywood depiction of such.
The situation reminded Jerry of a similar reception back on Serbow... but this one was a bit less ceremonial and a bit more... dynamic. They didn't have any formal bonds with Clan Karchara, or their Khan, Komugai. So as a meeting of two new to each other factions, things could get... exciting. Which considering they were talking about Cannidor meant that things could potentially get very violent, very quickly.
They usually didn't. Not any more. Yet... it never helped to play it safe, even with a clan that had a decent reputation like the Karchara. More cut throat clans had been heard to disguise themselves for meetings like this for meetings so they could ambush their targets after all. Plus as always, there was tradition to observe and satisfy. Tradition which could be best summarized as 'Offer one hand, but arm the other.'. The Cannidor were ready to fight a war naked among any people but their own. They were beyond dangerous. So an armed society wasn't so much a polite society as the unarmed were likely mentally infirm, and to be politely left to their own devices.
A sharp whistle from the 1MC draws Jerry from his thoughts.
"Now hear this! The Clan Karchara envoy is arriving!"
The Karchara drop ship slides into view out of the black and makes it's way towards the docking day with all the leisurely grace of a terrestrial shark swimming towards a coral reef. Whoever's piloting it is clearly a hot hand on the stick because the ship moves as smooth as anything Jerry had ever seen out of Cruel Space, extending it's landing gear and coming to a halt with nary a hint of a bounce in it's suspension and shock absorbing gear.
"Hmmm. The Karchara..." Jaruna rumbles. "An interesting contact in Cannidor space to be sure. So to recap what we talked about, they're somewhat on and off again allies of my old clan. Decent types for the most part. No idea who the Khan is now, and a little searching online didn't turn anything up. Don't think the intelligence weasels had anything either. Save that they've been having some internal structural changes. Seized a new planet too, lighting raid, unconventional tactics, whatever that means. Gives them complete control of... ten decently populated and industrialized star systems I think. They're firmly in the middle of the power band for the Khans by that measurement, exact position depends on the number of warriors under arms they can bring to the Golden Khan's muster."
"Right. Well. Guess we'll have to see what Khan Karchara wants to chat about, and hear about this plan of hers."
The Karchara drop ship settles onto it's landing gear, and it's flight crew leaves the engines running. Tradition. You never knew if a reception was actually friendly after all, and it was also a mark of respect for the hosts. You might be asked to fuck off after all.
The forward assault ramp drops, and the honor guard warriors of the Khan march out, in power armor, but with their helmets off, fanning out to cover their leader. The lack of helmets was very much a declaration of intent, the human equivalent of open palms for a Cannidor in power armor.
Jaruna's brow instantly furrows as she scans the faces of the honor guard.
"...Wait. I know some of those girls. One of my aunts, Norkath is there on the left, and that's... but that."
Jerry can hear Jaruna's brain crunching that information.
"...Komugai. You said the Khan's name was Komugai? Not Jelvuna?"
"Definently Komugai."
"...Unless she changed her name... but then would Aunt Norkath join the Karchara proper without her...?"
Jaruna mutters to herself, clearly trying to puzzle whatever's eating at her out, when the sound of heavy boots on the assault ramp sound, and an utterly massive Cannidor woman starts to come into view. She cuts an imposing presence. Her uniform not too far off from Jerry's, a mix of barbarian warlord and modern dress uniform. The massive war ax over her shoulder tipping the scales on the barbarian - modern officer scale towards barbarian. It was easy to miss her other various weapons in the sheer scale of her. Her stark white fur, the three brutal scars across her muzzle, and another two over her left eye, which had a cybernetic replacement.
Khan Karchara stands for a moment, surveying the room silently... and before anyone can say anything, Jaruna breaks the silence;
"...Mom?"
Khan Karchara cuts loose with a booming laugh that reminds Jerry of Khan Isuras, and if this is indeed Jaruna's mother, he can immediately see exactly why the two women cut palms and swore sisterhood. He wouldn't be hard pressed to believe they were actual sisters.
"Heh. Glad to see all that time on Centris hasn't dulled your powers of observation! Always said you were a sharp one."
There's no sarcasm there, a little maternal teasing perhaps, but she's not mocking Jaruna. Anyone with eyes can tell Khan Karchara is damn proud of her child.
"And this'd be my son in law... bit small but hell just from your first date with my little girl I know you're a first class head kicker, plus you already gave me four grandbabies to spoil! Hahah. I suppose these bigguns here are the older girls? I... say. I thought there was three of you."
Karchara points at Makula.
"You're a bit old to be Hippolyta considering she was born a couple weeks ago. Who are you, girl?"
"Makula Sa'Bridger, I was adopted a few days ago. Honored Matron."
Karchara grins, her numerous teeth gleaming in the light of the hangar.
"Matron? Not Khan?"
"You are my mother's mother, standing in my family's clan hold. To refer to your title by right of blood is most appropriate."
Another bark of laughter.
"Well drilled and whip smart I see. You know the ways of our kind well, granddaughter." Karchara smirks, looking smug before turning to her honor guard.
"See girls? Five now! Haha! What a stud of a bull!"
Khan Karchara turns back to Jerry and Jaruna.
"Ah but I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's get the formal bit done so we can go jaw a bit and then hopefully I can visit with my eldest daughter, my son in law and these fine young ladies."
She quickly shifts her body a bit, drawing herself up to her full, imposing twelve foot height.
"I am Komugai, Khan of Karchara. I come to broker peace and fellowship between our clans, to join them in a bond of steel that will stand the sword storm for all time."
Jerry nods slowly. More than they'd expected actually. That was laying out intent to conduct some very, very serious negotiations.
"I, Jeremiah, Khan of Bridger, Admiral of this fleet, lord of these proud warriors before you, bid you welcome, Komugai of Karchara, bring your banner among ours, that they might rest together while we discuss the business of peace, and of wars yet to come."
"Well spoken indeed... and the steel in your eyes." Komugai nods slowly. "Yes, I see what you see in him, Jaruna, well past his considerable combat skills. All the better my dear son-in-law that you have already begun working on my grand design... but come, let us dismiss our warriors that they might go and eat, drink and enjoy themselves. We need only you, Jaruna, and perhaps my granddaughters for this business, so that they might learn the ways of leadership."
"I think we can accommodate that." Jerry says before turning and pulling the ax off of his belt and raising it high, an ancient Cannidor signal for attention from the leader of a warband to their warriors.
"Warriors, we walk with friends, show them to the promenade, that they might share our table while we discuss business."
Jerry and Jaruna guide Komugai to the conference room they'd prepared, while Joan and the girls quickly hustle to get their armor stowed and get their tails to the same spot. None of them wanted to miss a minute of this!
Still, the tension in the room's fairly heavy when the door closes, and Jaruna turns on her mother.
"Alright. We got a couple minutes till the girls get up here. What the hell, mom? You changed your name? Took over the Karchara? What the heck is going on?"
Komugai settles herself in a Cannidor scale chair, grinning all the while.
"You should be happier, daughter. This was inspired by you after all. When you left our band. Left the old clan... I knew you were right. We won't speak of that business, but we were obligated... and I should have been brave enough to refuse, but I lacked the standing... and perhaps the courage. So I did what any good Khan worth her blades would do and crammed it down their throats. Broke that clan, took them in, then subsumed the Karchara with my new band. They've got the older name, so I became Khan Karchara instead of remaining Khan Jormuntide. Your Aunt's got the title now. I'd offer it to you, but you've got your own clan now."
"So Jormuntide remains at least." Jaruna shuts her eyes for a second and lets out a slow breath. "You really did all this because of my idealistic and childish temper tantrum nearly a century ago?"
"Hardly childish. Idealistic? Absolutely. There's something to be said for actually trying to live up to our own ideals though. Especially as warriors. However, that is personal business, and we have business to discuss for the Undaunted first."
Komugai turns to face Jerry square on.
"Admiral Bridger, I'm prepared to offer two things to the Undaunted. One. I want to ally myself and my clan formally with the Undaunted. Second, I prepared to gift an entire star system to the same from my holdings. It is populated, but sparsely across three habitable worlds. Ripe for ongoing colonization and industrialization. To keep things fair, people within my clans will be given a chance to move to or from as they please if for some reason they don't wish for Undaunted citizenship. The Undaunted will then have the standing to select a Khan for your Cannidor population, both in Cannidor space, and Undaunted wide. A non voting position at first, but as the clan grows you will achieve that status quickly I believe."
Jerry stops dead. "...Did you just offer us a star system with three habitable worlds?"
"Yes."
"...Okay, I'm on board, but why?"
"Simply put, the worlds are marginal. They need investment. They need settlers. You need worlds. A strong alliance with humanity... and being the first Cannidor clan to extend that hand formally, even having your realm within my space... only benefits me. As I grow my own territory I might even cede another system to the Undaunted. If the Undaunted Khan helps me in those battles I damn sure will." Komugai chuckles. "We'll see how many Khans are stupid enough to try to fight me in the next few decades of course. The other thing I'm trading on is Undaunted naval power. As you just learned, we don't really do navies. I want a professional navy, the Undaunted have agreed to help me get it... and help secure my space once we secure them my end of the bargain, that, Admiral, is where you come in."
Jerry arches an eyebrow and gestures for Komugai to continue.
"Simply put, you need to do what you just did with that border bandit Khan Irgalas, but across Cannidor space. This isn't a done deal. It's up to the Grand Council and I'm but one vote. You already have an in with some of the other Khans, and the Undaunted are doing business with Cannid Solutions. That's an excellent start, and you just made a stellar formal introduction of yourself to Cannidor space. A flawless orbital and ground fight like that'll make sure word gets around that the Undaunted are here... and as dangerous as their rep says they are. I got a little list of the other movers and shakers you need to press the flesh with to win over key parts of the council. You make the rounds, and I'll be doing the same on my end. We meet on Canis Prime for the council meeting, and then we either have a huge brawl to make our point or toast victory with some top quality booze."
"You make it sound pretty simple." Jerry says, clearly not believing there's all there is to it.
Komugai shrugs. "It is simple in its concept. Pressing the flesh and winning the various Khans over won't be. They'll all have their little tests and challenges for you to get the measure of both humans and the Undaunted. We've seen a lot on the trivid as a species. A lot of us have heard stuff in the news or from kin. This is your chance to just straight up show people who you are and what you're about. Because now you're here, and therefore 'real'. If that makes any sense. Cannidor don't really care much about shit happening on the other half of the galactic disk. Undaunted, Humans, being here? Now? Now people will really start paying attention besides idly seeing if there's some interesting amateur porn or more combat footage available."
The Khan points over at Joan, Boudicca, Khutulun and Makula. "These four will likely be very critical to the warrior house's opinion of you... your next generation of warriors, your daughters. How are they treated? How are they trained? What's their mettle like? If they're strong, and worthy, you will impress the khans in a very good way. If my granddaughters are found wanting, they'd question a great many things... and could cause trouble when the Grand Council meets to discuss my little proposal, among other orders of business."
Jerry looks over at Joan and the girls, all four of them are suddenly looking very tense, especially Makula. "I have every confidence in all of my daughters to deal with anything the Khans can throw at them. Even Hippolyta if a trial suited for an infant is on hand."
That gets a chuckle from the girls, relaxing them a hair.
"Still. We'll burn that bridge when we get there. No sense borrowing trouble that hasn't come yet."
Komugai nods. "Wise words. Your diplomats have already approved this plan on their end, they'll send you the itinerary and all the fussy details shortly. Unless you have other questions for me?"
"I've heard there's a grand council of patriarchs too. Would getting in good with them help?"
That gets a full on shrug from the massive warrior woman. "Yes? I mean. Probably. No good way to arrange that though beyond asking my hubby, and I have. He said their council will handle things if it's deemed appropriate, and I don't need to fuss about it too much, and I know a polite way to be asked to fuck off when I hear one... so keep your head on a swivel on that one Jerry, I'm sure the patriarchs are well aware of the Undaunted... and are looking at a possible way to make warriors out of their sons without making their wives piss their frilly panties."
The khan's brilliant white teeth glitter in the room. "Back when we were the more traditional kind of savages back on our homeworld, the bulls did a lot of the leading and the fighting on an individual basis. Women however have always fought the wars. As we grew as a species, developed power armor, space travel, had our population bloom, a bull fighting another in single combat became less practical, and the other traditional male roles of shaman, guide, and brain trust came to the forefront. The council of patriarchs is an old body Jerry. Pre space flight. One of our first forms of international diplomacy between the khans. The matriarchs hold all the power... but when the council of patriarchs speaks, people know to shut up and pay attention."
Jerry nods slowly. Seemed like he'd just have to wait and see... and make sure he made a good impression when the opportunity presented itself.
"Well. I think that concludes everything we need to talk about professionally. Unless you have something else Khan Karchara?"
"Aww, just call me Mama like my big fuzz ball over here used to when we're not working! I've heard a bit about this little fortress of yours, could you all give me the tour? I'd like a chance to talk to all my new granddaughters after all."
Jerry shrugs. "Sure, we'll head up to the Den for a bit, then head down to the promenade to join the girls for some drinks and skewers. Our Cannidor eatery's got the best skewers in wild space whenever we're there."
"Don't I believe it, get to try some more Earth meats too! Bought a little sampler pack from a friend and good goddess, if you start exporting that bacon stuff in bulk, I'm going to invest in a chain of gyms, because there's going to be a lot of girls fighting to keep their girlish figures!"
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The situation reminded Jerry of a similar reception back on Serbow... but this one was a bit less ceremonial and a bit more... dynamic. They didn't have any formal bonds with Clan Karchara, or their Khan, Komugai. So as a meeting of two new to each other factions, things could get... exciting. Which considering they were talking about Cannidor meant that things could potentially get very violent, very quickly.
They usually didn't. Not any more. Yet... it never helped to play it safe, even with a clan that had a decent reputation like the Karchara. More cut throat clans had been heard to disguise themselves for meetings like this for meetings so they could ambush their targets after all. Plus as always, there was tradition to observe and satisfy. Tradition which could be best summarized as 'Offer one hand, but arm the other.'. The Cannidor were ready to fight a war naked among any people but their own. They were beyond dangerous. So an armed society wasn't so much a polite society as the unarmed were likely mentally infirm, and to be politely left to their own devices.
A sharp whistle from the 1MC draws Jerry from his thoughts.
"Now hear this! The Clan Karchara envoy is arriving!"
The Karchara drop ship slides into view out of the black and makes it's way towards the docking day with all the leisurely grace of a terrestrial shark swimming towards a coral reef. Whoever's piloting it is clearly a hot hand on the stick because the ship moves as smooth as anything Jerry had ever seen out of Cruel Space, extending it's landing gear and coming to a halt with nary a hint of a bounce in it's suspension and shock absorbing gear.
"Hmmm. The Karchara..." Jaruna rumbles. "An interesting contact in Cannidor space to be sure. So to recap what we talked about, they're somewhat on and off again allies of my old clan. Decent types for the most part. No idea who the Khan is now, and a little searching online didn't turn anything up. Don't think the intelligence weasels had anything either. Save that they've been having some internal structural changes. Seized a new planet too, lighting raid, unconventional tactics, whatever that means. Gives them complete control of... ten decently populated and industrialized star systems I think. They're firmly in the middle of the power band for the Khans by that measurement, exact position depends on the number of warriors under arms they can bring to the Golden Khan's muster."
"Right. Well. Guess we'll have to see what Khan Karchara wants to chat about, and hear about this plan of hers."
The Karchara drop ship settles onto it's landing gear, and it's flight crew leaves the engines running. Tradition. You never knew if a reception was actually friendly after all, and it was also a mark of respect for the hosts. You might be asked to fuck off after all.
The forward assault ramp drops, and the honor guard warriors of the Khan march out, in power armor, but with their helmets off, fanning out to cover their leader. The lack of helmets was very much a declaration of intent, the human equivalent of open palms for a Cannidor in power armor.
Jaruna's brow instantly furrows as she scans the faces of the honor guard.
"...Wait. I know some of those girls. One of my aunts, Norkath is there on the left, and that's... but that."
Jerry can hear Jaruna's brain crunching that information.
"...Komugai. You said the Khan's name was Komugai? Not Jelvuna?"
"Definently Komugai."
"...Unless she changed her name... but then would Aunt Norkath join the Karchara proper without her...?"
Jaruna mutters to herself, clearly trying to puzzle whatever's eating at her out, when the sound of heavy boots on the assault ramp sound, and an utterly massive Cannidor woman starts to come into view. She cuts an imposing presence. Her uniform not too far off from Jerry's, a mix of barbarian warlord and modern dress uniform. The massive war ax over her shoulder tipping the scales on the barbarian - modern officer scale towards barbarian. It was easy to miss her other various weapons in the sheer scale of her. Her stark white fur, the three brutal scars across her muzzle, and another two over her left eye, which had a cybernetic replacement.
Khan Karchara stands for a moment, surveying the room silently... and before anyone can say anything, Jaruna breaks the silence;
"...Mom?"
Khan Karchara cuts loose with a booming laugh that reminds Jerry of Khan Isuras, and if this is indeed Jaruna's mother, he can immediately see exactly why the two women cut palms and swore sisterhood. He wouldn't be hard pressed to believe they were actual sisters.
"Heh. Glad to see all that time on Centris hasn't dulled your powers of observation! Always said you were a sharp one."
There's no sarcasm there, a little maternal teasing perhaps, but she's not mocking Jaruna. Anyone with eyes can tell Khan Karchara is damn proud of her child.
"And this'd be my son in law... bit small but hell just from your first date with my little girl I know you're a first class head kicker, plus you already gave me four grandbabies to spoil! Hahah. I suppose these bigguns here are the older girls? I... say. I thought there was three of you."
Karchara points at Makula.
"You're a bit old to be Hippolyta considering she was born a couple weeks ago. Who are you, girl?"
"Makula Sa'Bridger, I was adopted a few days ago. Honored Matron."
Karchara grins, her numerous teeth gleaming in the light of the hangar.
"Matron? Not Khan?"
"You are my mother's mother, standing in my family's clan hold. To refer to your title by right of blood is most appropriate."
Another bark of laughter.
"Well drilled and whip smart I see. You know the ways of our kind well, granddaughter." Karchara smirks, looking smug before turning to her honor guard.
"See girls? Five now! Haha! What a stud of a bull!"
Khan Karchara turns back to Jerry and Jaruna.
"Ah but I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's get the formal bit done so we can go jaw a bit and then hopefully I can visit with my eldest daughter, my son in law and these fine young ladies."
She quickly shifts her body a bit, drawing herself up to her full, imposing twelve foot height.
"I am Komugai, Khan of Karchara. I come to broker peace and fellowship between our clans, to join them in a bond of steel that will stand the sword storm for all time."
Jerry nods slowly. More than they'd expected actually. That was laying out intent to conduct some very, very serious negotiations.
"I, Jeremiah, Khan of Bridger, Admiral of this fleet, lord of these proud warriors before you, bid you welcome, Komugai of Karchara, bring your banner among ours, that they might rest together while we discuss the business of peace, and of wars yet to come."
"Well spoken indeed... and the steel in your eyes." Komugai nods slowly. "Yes, I see what you see in him, Jaruna, well past his considerable combat skills. All the better my dear son-in-law that you have already begun working on my grand design... but come, let us dismiss our warriors that they might go and eat, drink and enjoy themselves. We need only you, Jaruna, and perhaps my granddaughters for this business, so that they might learn the ways of leadership."
"I think we can accommodate that." Jerry says before turning and pulling the ax off of his belt and raising it high, an ancient Cannidor signal for attention from the leader of a warband to their warriors.
"Warriors, we walk with friends, show them to the promenade, that they might share our table while we discuss business."
Jerry and Jaruna guide Komugai to the conference room they'd prepared, while Joan and the girls quickly hustle to get their armor stowed and get their tails to the same spot. None of them wanted to miss a minute of this!
Still, the tension in the room's fairly heavy when the door closes, and Jaruna turns on her mother.
"Alright. We got a couple minutes till the girls get up here. What the hell, mom? You changed your name? Took over the Karchara? What the heck is going on?"
Komugai settles herself in a Cannidor scale chair, grinning all the while.
"You should be happier, daughter. This was inspired by you after all. When you left our band. Left the old clan... I knew you were right. We won't speak of that business, but we were obligated... and I should have been brave enough to refuse, but I lacked the standing... and perhaps the courage. So I did what any good Khan worth her blades would do and crammed it down their throats. Broke that clan, took them in, then subsumed the Karchara with my new band. They've got the older name, so I became Khan Karchara instead of remaining Khan Jormuntide. Your Aunt's got the title now. I'd offer it to you, but you've got your own clan now."
"So Jormuntide remains at least." Jaruna shuts her eyes for a second and lets out a slow breath. "You really did all this because of my idealistic and childish temper tantrum nearly a century ago?"
"Hardly childish. Idealistic? Absolutely. There's something to be said for actually trying to live up to our own ideals though. Especially as warriors. However, that is personal business, and we have business to discuss for the Undaunted first."
Komugai turns to face Jerry square on.
"Admiral Bridger, I'm prepared to offer two things to the Undaunted. One. I want to ally myself and my clan formally with the Undaunted. Second, I prepared to gift an entire star system to the same from my holdings. It is populated, but sparsely across three habitable worlds. Ripe for ongoing colonization and industrialization. To keep things fair, people within my clans will be given a chance to move to or from as they please if for some reason they don't wish for Undaunted citizenship. The Undaunted will then have the standing to select a Khan for your Cannidor population, both in Cannidor space, and Undaunted wide. A non voting position at first, but as the clan grows you will achieve that status quickly I believe."
Jerry stops dead. "...Did you just offer us a star system with three habitable worlds?"
"Yes."
"...Okay, I'm on board, but why?"
"Simply put, the worlds are marginal. They need investment. They need settlers. You need worlds. A strong alliance with humanity... and being the first Cannidor clan to extend that hand formally, even having your realm within my space... only benefits me. As I grow my own territory I might even cede another system to the Undaunted. If the Undaunted Khan helps me in those battles I damn sure will." Komugai chuckles. "We'll see how many Khans are stupid enough to try to fight me in the next few decades of course. The other thing I'm trading on is Undaunted naval power. As you just learned, we don't really do navies. I want a professional navy, the Undaunted have agreed to help me get it... and help secure my space once we secure them my end of the bargain, that, Admiral, is where you come in."
Jerry arches an eyebrow and gestures for Komugai to continue.
"Simply put, you need to do what you just did with that border bandit Khan Irgalas, but across Cannidor space. This isn't a done deal. It's up to the Grand Council and I'm but one vote. You already have an in with some of the other Khans, and the Undaunted are doing business with Cannid Solutions. That's an excellent start, and you just made a stellar formal introduction of yourself to Cannidor space. A flawless orbital and ground fight like that'll make sure word gets around that the Undaunted are here... and as dangerous as their rep says they are. I got a little list of the other movers and shakers you need to press the flesh with to win over key parts of the council. You make the rounds, and I'll be doing the same on my end. We meet on Canis Prime for the council meeting, and then we either have a huge brawl to make our point or toast victory with some top quality booze."
"You make it sound pretty simple." Jerry says, clearly not believing there's all there is to it.
Komugai shrugs. "It is simple in its concept. Pressing the flesh and winning the various Khans over won't be. They'll all have their little tests and challenges for you to get the measure of both humans and the Undaunted. We've seen a lot on the trivid as a species. A lot of us have heard stuff in the news or from kin. This is your chance to just straight up show people who you are and what you're about. Because now you're here, and therefore 'real'. If that makes any sense. Cannidor don't really care much about shit happening on the other half of the galactic disk. Undaunted, Humans, being here? Now? Now people will really start paying attention besides idly seeing if there's some interesting amateur porn or more combat footage available."
The Khan points over at Joan, Boudicca, Khutulun and Makula. "These four will likely be very critical to the warrior house's opinion of you... your next generation of warriors, your daughters. How are they treated? How are they trained? What's their mettle like? If they're strong, and worthy, you will impress the khans in a very good way. If my granddaughters are found wanting, they'd question a great many things... and could cause trouble when the Grand Council meets to discuss my little proposal, among other orders of business."
Jerry looks over at Joan and the girls, all four of them are suddenly looking very tense, especially Makula. "I have every confidence in all of my daughters to deal with anything the Khans can throw at them. Even Hippolyta if a trial suited for an infant is on hand."
That gets a chuckle from the girls, relaxing them a hair.
"Still. We'll burn that bridge when we get there. No sense borrowing trouble that hasn't come yet."
Komugai nods. "Wise words. Your diplomats have already approved this plan on their end, they'll send you the itinerary and all the fussy details shortly. Unless you have other questions for me?"
"I've heard there's a grand council of patriarchs too. Would getting in good with them help?"
That gets a full on shrug from the massive warrior woman. "Yes? I mean. Probably. No good way to arrange that though beyond asking my hubby, and I have. He said their council will handle things if it's deemed appropriate, and I don't need to fuss about it too much, and I know a polite way to be asked to fuck off when I hear one... so keep your head on a swivel on that one Jerry, I'm sure the patriarchs are well aware of the Undaunted... and are looking at a possible way to make warriors out of their sons without making their wives piss their frilly panties."
The khan's brilliant white teeth glitter in the room. "Back when we were the more traditional kind of savages back on our homeworld, the bulls did a lot of the leading and the fighting on an individual basis. Women however have always fought the wars. As we grew as a species, developed power armor, space travel, had our population bloom, a bull fighting another in single combat became less practical, and the other traditional male roles of shaman, guide, and brain trust came to the forefront. The council of patriarchs is an old body Jerry. Pre space flight. One of our first forms of international diplomacy between the khans. The matriarchs hold all the power... but when the council of patriarchs speaks, people know to shut up and pay attention."
Jerry nods slowly. Seemed like he'd just have to wait and see... and make sure he made a good impression when the opportunity presented itself.
"Well. I think that concludes everything we need to talk about professionally. Unless you have something else Khan Karchara?"
"Aww, just call me Mama like my big fuzz ball over here used to when we're not working! I've heard a bit about this little fortress of yours, could you all give me the tour? I'd like a chance to talk to all my new granddaughters after all."
Jerry shrugs. "Sure, we'll head up to the Den for a bit, then head down to the promenade to join the girls for some drinks and skewers. Our Cannidor eatery's got the best skewers in wild space whenever we're there."
"Don't I believe it, get to try some more Earth meats too! Bought a little sampler pack from a friend and good goddess, if you start exporting that bacon stuff in bulk, I'm going to invest in a chain of gyms, because there's going to be a lot of girls fighting to keep their girlish figures!"
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2024.05.15 18:03 AsheJuniusWriter New to SF6 and not sure how to improve? Join us TONIGHT in the Newbie Fight Club Lobby!
SF6 Newbie Fight Club Discord: https://discord.gg/newbiefightclub
Welcome back! Join us at 6:00pm PT (about 9 hours from the time of this post) in the discord posted above for an invite to today's lobby & chat channel.
Today's Hosts:
Many of our new players have been improving quickly with some reaching Diamond and Master! To keep the playing field level, the same rules will apply as always — Higher-Ranked players who find themselves running 3-0 through the lobby will mostly try to learn new characters, and we will still maintain a 3-win limit before going to the back of the queue. We remain a safe and fun space for new players to learn and ask questions to improve their Street Fighter skills!
Newbie Lobby Rules: as started back in the SF4 days, as a way for new players to play matches and learn in a casual environment. Intermediate players (all of us started in Newbie Fight Club) will host and offering advice to anyone who requests it!
Newbie Lobby Rules: As usual, there will be a 3-match win limit in each lobby in order to prevent a single player from dominating. This is a fun, non-competitive, learning environment for new players to get some matches in with players near their skill level, so use your discretion when joining. If you find yourself bodying players in the newbie lounges, maybe this fight club isn't for you, or try learning a new character.
This club is aimed at getting you better. For those of you that are higher in rank but still wish to play, you'll be fine if you use a new character and offer advice where it's welcomed. As long as you're not dominating the lobby consistently, there's no problem with your participating.
Other than that, here's how you can join in on the event!
It all depends on how much everyone is enjoying themselves. The earliest we've all quit is about 2 hours into the lobby, and the latest we've gone is 7 hours. You'll likely be back in time to take part, so don't worry.
I'm from the EU. Can I still participate?
Of course you can! We have many members from Europe who take part in our Lobby Nights. While the hours may not be favorable for most folks in that region, you're more than welcome to attend.
In addition, we have a Lobby Night for EU players on Thursdays, 7:30 PM London Time!
I don't have a mic. Is it still okay if I participate?
Of course! We've noticed players with mics improve faster, but it's totally fine if you don't have a mic or feel more comfortable chatting in discord. Just be sure to be communicative on the chat channel so we can send you an invite!
Will there be a stream?
Assuming Phoxx is online, he usually streams the NA Lobby Night on Twitch:
Galatine also streams the NA Lobby Night here:
Saku, our EU Host, streams the EU Lobby Night on Thursdays:
If you have questions or concerns, please leave a comment or send me a PM.
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Welcome back! Join us at 6:00pm PT (about 9 hours from the time of this post) in the discord posted above for an invite to today's lobby & chat channel.
Today's Hosts:
| Phoxx | CFN: Phoxx |
|---|---|
| DoubleSac | CFN: DoubleSac |
| Flash Galatine | CFN: Galatine |
Newbie Lobby Rules: as started back in the SF4 days, as a way for new players to play matches and learn in a casual environment. Intermediate players (all of us started in Newbie Fight Club) will host and offering advice to anyone who requests it!
Newbie Lobby Rules: As usual, there will be a 3-match win limit in each lobby in order to prevent a single player from dominating. This is a fun, non-competitive, learning environment for new players to get some matches in with players near their skill level, so use your discretion when joining. If you find yourself bodying players in the newbie lounges, maybe this fight club isn't for you, or try learning a new character.
This club is aimed at getting you better. For those of you that are higher in rank but still wish to play, you'll be fine if you use a new character and offer advice where it's welcomed. As long as you're not dominating the lobby consistently, there's no problem with your participating.
Other than that, here's how you can join in on the event!
How to join a lounge:
- Join our discord here: https://discord.gg/NewbieFightClub
- Check the discord Wednesday at 6:00pm PT and look for the host's lobby information.
- Either follow the host's instructions to join the lobby, or ask for an invite. If the host doesn't notice you, shoot them a PM and let them know you need an invite, but please don't spam them. They may be in the middle of a match.
- If one lobby gets too big, the original lobby will split into two. In this case, you'll see players on both Lobby Chat channels. Join whichever one has the least amount of players to keep things balanced.
- Mics are not required, but encouraged! We'll use discord chat to communicate — we find that the players who communicate the most and ask questions improve the fastest!
- We will play until no one wants to play anymore.
FAQ:
How long does this go on for? I won't get home until a bit later.It all depends on how much everyone is enjoying themselves. The earliest we've all quit is about 2 hours into the lobby, and the latest we've gone is 7 hours. You'll likely be back in time to take part, so don't worry.
I'm from the EU. Can I still participate?
Of course you can! We have many members from Europe who take part in our Lobby Nights. While the hours may not be favorable for most folks in that region, you're more than welcome to attend.
In addition, we have a Lobby Night for EU players on Thursdays, 7:30 PM London Time!
I don't have a mic. Is it still okay if I participate?
Of course! We've noticed players with mics improve faster, but it's totally fine if you don't have a mic or feel more comfortable chatting in discord. Just be sure to be communicative on the chat channel so we can send you an invite!
Will there be a stream?
Assuming Phoxx is online, he usually streams the NA Lobby Night on Twitch:
Galatine also streams the NA Lobby Night here:
Saku, our EU Host, streams the EU Lobby Night on Thursdays:
If you have questions or concerns, please leave a comment or send me a PM.
2024.05.15 18:00 AdventurousAge1062 trying to figure out tis wild hypertension.
At the moment, my symptoms are as follows:
My vision went blurry a few days ago and it is terrifying and has not come back to normal. I also get floaters.
Increased blood pressure (ridiculous in the mornings and almost always higher diastolic)
Headaches and VERY stiff neck
Ear leakage and pressure in my R ear.
R lymph node has been swollen for awhile, is slightly tender.
Tinnitus (sometimes a pounding so loud my heart feels like it will come out of my ears, at other times, just ringing)
Shortness of breath
Pins and needles sometimes into my whole arm, often just the finger tips.
Palpitations and chest pain (went from severe to very very mild)
I am a 33 year old active female. I have always had back pain and "slipped ribs".
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My vision went blurry a few days ago and it is terrifying and has not come back to normal. I also get floaters.
Increased blood pressure (ridiculous in the mornings and almost always higher diastolic)
Headaches and VERY stiff neck
Ear leakage and pressure in my R ear.
R lymph node has been swollen for awhile, is slightly tender.
Tinnitus (sometimes a pounding so loud my heart feels like it will come out of my ears, at other times, just ringing)
Shortness of breath
Pins and needles sometimes into my whole arm, often just the finger tips.
Palpitations and chest pain (went from severe to very very mild)
I am a 33 year old active female. I have always had back pain and "slipped ribs".
2024.05.15 18:00 hoggersbridge Engines of Arachnea (Chapter 20: The God Speaks)
Link for all the chapters available for free here: Engines of Arachnea on Royal Road
Deep in the groaning halls of sinew and bone he awaited his audience with the god. At a wave of his hand the ribs which held up the ceiling contracted, tendons shifting within the pink walls of the chamber as the jagged, calcareous spurs that composed the doorway sank back into the spongy masses of tissue, revealing a passage curving down and out of sight.
Menash stood before the yawning portal and considered eternity. This was no an idle thought: here in the Dawning Chamber, the concept was very real. His father, Yulan, had stood in this exact spot times beyond count. When he was struck down in his prime by the Night Weaver and her Leaper offspring, torn limb from limb as he fought to defend Chthonis from a raiding party, Menash’s uncle, Aqavarr, had carried his broken remains over that grinning threshold to join the hosts of the dead, never to return.
A hot and heavy exhalation rattled up out of the depths, wafting in the acrid scent of the bonding pools and the wet slithering sound of the rebirthing canals. Menash felt a crackle of static in the corners of his mind before the signal sharpened and he heard It whisper distinctly:
“Enter…”
The familiar dread crept its way up the small of his back, and he gave a little shiver. No matter how many times he had communed with the Vitalus, he’d never been able to shake the feeling of his utter insignificance. But he persevered, walking bravely down the slurping passage, past the rows of broad antechambers lining either side of the hallway. Each one held a slumbering shape immersed in a cryogenic bath, towering hulks of muscle encased in ribbed and riveted plates of chitin. No two were alike in size or physiology, but all seemed to emanate the same primeval aura of dread that tickled Menash’s fight-or-flight-instinct, skewing it very much towards the latter response. These were the Hollowores, soulless avatars of the Vitalus, each one a tool capable of eradicating an entire species. As Menash approached, one of the living weapons stirred to life. A pronged, anvil-shaped head emerged from the bath, umbilical feeder tubes detaching from its armored flanks as the rest of its bulk followed, its mauve exoskeleton as sleek and shiny as amethyst. The Hollowore extended legs as thick as grown pine trees and lifted itself above him, its pairs of crushing pincers dripping amniotic fluids as it herded him towards the central room.
Bundles of white gossamer filaments spread all across the floor, encircling steaming pools of pus and acid. He saw arms and legs, sensory organs and entire exoskeletons being knitted before his very eyes, the amino acid chains being stitched on a layer at a time, the weeping pus evidence of microphages fighting off possible infections as the Vitalus did Its work.
These were the next generation of exomorphs, yet to be assigned to their hosts. It was here that Vitalus constantly improved the only thing that could ensure the continued survival of Menash’s subspecies. Exomorphs were bonded to Gallivants at birth, the organisms supplying their hosts with the means to breathe an atmosphere they was never meant to endure, and the strength to fight in a world that was red in tooth and claw. They were as swift as the summer wind and could multiply their host’s muscular power by up to twelve times their natural output.
But for all their God-given might, Gallivants were still mortal. They could and often did perish in the endless struggle for existence that the Vitalus called the Great Game. But even in death they could still commit their essence to posterity, passing down their defining traits through the malleable genetic code of the gilt helix. It was the Vitalus’ greatest boon; through the gilt helix a single individual could become a progenitor of an entire generation, becoming at one stroke the father of whole nations and peoples.
One day he too would prove worthy of the honor that Yulan had earned with his life. But he was not alone in that ambition. Menash was annoyed to find the crimson-clad Vezda and the cowardly Racek waiting for him inside, standing next to a large ball of filaments that hung from a tonsil-like growth hanging from the walls.
This node pulsed, emitting a small storm of bioelectric activity, networks of fungi conveying commands in the form of oscillating voltages to their communities of symbiotic bacteria, the latter containing greigite mineral crystals aligned in the shape of electromagnetic coils. Other networks hidden in the walls modulated and amplified the signals, and the three Gallivants steeled themselves for the onrushing flood of information as the Vitalus tapped into their minds.
He was a candle before the raging heart of the thunderstorm. For an instant Menash touched a fraction of Its intelligence, the divisions of time and space rolling back as they joined the ocean of shared consciousness, becoming one with the living systems of Arachnea. From the tiniest aeroplankton floating above the waves of the golden coastlines, to the herds of ultrapods munching their way through swathes of trees in the savannahs. Menash felt himself pushing up out of the soil, longing and lusting and reaching for the sunlight with a trillion green fingers uncurling, alive with the furious movement of life.
But what was that flicker of orange to the east? That searing heat, that prickling pain spreading like a cancer down his side?
The Vitalus scooped them up and hurled them headlong into hell itself. A roaring wildfire was sweeping into the heart of the eastern rainforests. Menash tasted ash and ruin, felt pieces of himself wither and burn, his branches tongues of fire, wood cracking from the intense blaze, sap boiling instantaneously upon contact and rupturing, splitting him right down the grain. He fled in terror, running, slithering, digging, swimming, flying away in crazed panic from the walls of red death closing in on him. As his skin flaked off in clumps of charcoal he looked back and saw it towering over the treetops, the epicenter of this howling vortex of destruction: the grey behemoth. Its burnished metal hide gleamed like copper, reflecting the fury of the conflagration burning well into the night.
Menash pulled his mind away before it was lost forever in the storm of electric potentials. He saw Racek and Vezda swaying on their feet, breathing hard and fast.
“Heart of the World,” he managed to gasp, “What is your bidding?”
The Hollowore maneuvered itself until it was facing him directly. Tiny beady eyes fixed him in their blank gaze. The node emitted a blue pulse and the creature shuddered as it received the signal. It opened a maw powerful enough to chew boulders into gravel and rumbled:
“This one is the alpha which survived first contact with anomalous variable. It will tell Us what occurred, and from whence this threat emerged.”
“It came from the karst mountain range, where the yellowjacket Amit live,” Menash replied, “It was destroying the largest mound in that area, massacring its inhabitants. It brought the mountain down on them—we’ve never seen anything like it. Zildiz was the first on the scene. She warned us not to approach, and that it was dangerous, but some of us,” here he cast an angry look at Vezda, “Some of us went ahead and tried to scavenge from the bodies of the dying. Then the behemoth ignited the air and burned scores of us to cinders.”
“Irrational. Why did you do this?”
“W-we thought that you had spawned the grey behemoth,” Menash stammered, embarrassed to say the least, “That it was the newest addition to the Great Game, another species of ultrafauna that would help perfect Arachnea.”
“Not so. It was made by an evil far older than the All-In-One,” replied the Vitalus, “It is called a Divine Engine. In cycles past, this evil sought to undo this world and all that inhabit it. In that, it almost succeeded.”
Menash felt his blood run cold at those words.
“Is it the only one of its kind?” Racek piped up. Menash and Vezda both bristled at his interruption; subordinates were only supposed to speak when spoken to.
“There were several deployed here in Our infancy. We had thought them all destroyed in the War of Creation.”
“Your Munificence,” Racek went on, heedless of the venomous looks he was getting from the other two, “Most of us survived because Zildiz persuaded us to dive into the river. She saved all our lives! But as I washed up on the riverbank, I saw the behemoth casting a seedpod into the skies. I did not see where it landed, but it was travelling in a high arc due east. Is this the behemoth’s method of reproducing? If so, then how many offspring can it generate from this one seed?”
The Vitalus met his questions with a minute of silence. Menash had never known It to take so long to respond to a query, and felt another stab of unease in his gut. Unless he was imagining things, the Vitalus seemed genuinely disturbed by the scenario that Racek has raised, enough to convince Menash that the danger was far from hypothetical.
“That is a distant possibility,” It said somewhat cryptically, “Regardless, We cannot allow the Engine’s continued existence.”
“Then it must be destroyed,” Vezda said, her barbed tail eagerly perking up.
“We are not certain that it can be,” the Vitalus said, and Menash heard Racek audibly gulp at the admission.
“But Your Omniscience, you alone are the arbiter of growth and decay,” Vezda said in disbelief, “Surely you can unmake this monster as well?”
“Perhaps. The Divine Engines were built to withstand the extremes of temperature, gravity, atmospheric pressure, acidity and irradiation found on semi-inhabitable exoplanets. Worlds of bareness and desolation, glassed by thermonuclear bombardment or infested with alien microorganisms. In the wars of Our youth, the Betrayers used tungsten-alloy warheads fired from space platforms to crack their bulkheads. Not even Our vessels, the Hollowores, could damage them in any significant way. We will need time to gather the raw materials and fabricate the weapons needed to end this threat.”
“What must we do?” Menash asked.
“If this variable is not dealt with, it could upset the delicate balance We have sacrificed so much to achieve. Already the wildfire it has caused will release close to 400 million metric tons of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere and destroy 2.3 million acres of forest before Our countermeasures can stop it. Time is our limiting factor. If the Engine cannot be destroyed now, it must be restrained.”
“It hasn’t moved an inch since we last saw it,” Vezda said brightly, “Maybe it has already died?”
“Yes, and maybe your mother was a horka toad,” Racek said snidely. Vezda scowled and took a step towards him, then stopped as she remembered that she trod on hallowed ground.
“Not so. It has merely gone dormant. Having expended its fuel, it is now running on the bare minimum of its reserves. My children, you must ensure that it does not wake again. Establish a quarantine zone around the Engine and let none approach, on pain of death. The Leaper kindreds will secure the ground while the Gallivants patrol the skies.”
Vezda and Menash exchanged troubled looks. Nobody wanted Leapers establishing a foothold in what was essentially a buffer zone between their subspecies. Once allowed to settle in a habitat, it would not take long for them to adapt and become masters of their new territory. Ousting them would become a battle of attrition, and given the lower birthrates of Gallivants, it was not one they could long afford.
“Respectfully, we do not require assistance from our brother kindred,” Menash ventured, “We are more than capable of safeguarding the area ourselves.”
The node throbbed again, the bioelectric flashes taking on an angry purple hue. With a sound like the grinding of a millstone the Hollowore clashed its claws together impatiently. All three of the mortals took a hasty step back.
“The alpha will obey, or another will be found that can,” the Vitalus growled at them, “All subspecies will observe a general truce during this period. This is a temporary addition to the Great Game. Those that serve Us well shall be rewarded. We shall also enlist the aid of your terrestrial cousins, as well as the Cataphract clans to replenish the soil, and lone Saints who shall rove beyond the quarantine zone.”
Menash’s unease deepened. The Vitalus was bringing together four different kindreds, some of which killed each other on sight, in a move that reeked of desperation. The kindreds had worked together before, of course, on complex projects such as altering rainfall patterns and husbanding struggling species, but never so many at once. This was bound to end in bloodshed.
“Those that break the truce shall be chemically neutered, and their gilt helix purged from the existing gene pool,” the Vitalus continued, “You will maintain this quarantine until We have dealt with the Engine.”
“It is understood!” Menash and Vezda said at once.
“But what about Zildiz?” Racek blurted out, again risking his entire lineage by speaking out of turn, “She might still be alive out there!”
“He’s right,” Menash found himself agreeing despite his dislike for Racek, “She’s our alpha, after all. It would be a shame to lose her helix. Do we have your leave to send out a party to recover her?”
The Vitalus pondered the request for a moment, then crushed his hopes when it said:
“Regrettable, the loss of the female. Valuable stock for the breeding program. But it has not responded to Our signals—it is unlikely to have survived. The female Vezda shall take up its duties as alpha.”
“But Your Benevolence—” both men cried out in unison.
“It is decided. She has risked the Great Game, and must abide by its outcome. To speak more on this would risk Our displeasure,” the god warned.
“We can’t spare the manpower anyway,” Vezda pointed out, trying not to look too pleased at Its decision. She darted a quick look at Menash, long enough for him to see the selfish desire festering in her heart. He turned away from her in disgust, baring his blades by the slightest of margins to let her know what he thought of her, then asked the Vitalus:
“But what of the Engine’s seedpod? Should we search for it?”
“Negative!” the Vitalus boomed, its node reinforcing the word with a spike of activity that sent needles of pain spearing into their heads, “We shall complete this task. It is dangerous and can be entrusted to no other.”
The Hollowore angled its massive head towards the cavernous ceiling, armored flaps on its back sliding aside as it unfurled sets of rigid sixty-meter wings. A wide sphincter on the roof gaped open and Menash saw the evening sky awash with the stars in their milky multitudes. The Hollowore took a deep breath through the spiracles lining its thorax and abdomen, pumping air through a pair of hollow tube-like protuberances under either of its wings. Menash and the others quickly scampered to a safe distance. Seconds later there was a scream of chemical combustion and the Hollowore rose into the evening skies, leaving behind a long trail of superheated gases, the backwash almost knocking Menash off his feet. They watched as the Hollowore gained altitude, making straight for the columns of billowing smoke on the horizon, a sweeping shadow blotting out the light of the heavens.
The Vitalus’ mental presence receded with it. When it did not return, they took it to mean that they were dismissed and likewise took flight and headed for Chthonis. They were hardly out of the Dawning Chamber when Vezda seized the scrawny Racek by his wings and anchored her feet right up against his back.
“Funny little man, are you? Crack jokes at my expense again, and I’ll see to it that you’ll never fly again!” she snarled, yanking hard. Racek yelled as his wings threatened to pop out of their sockets.
“Stop!” Menash said, ramming his shoulder into her and knocking the smaller male out of her grip. Vezda rounded on him, blades out and her tail aquiver with rage.
“As for you! No one should speak to the Vitalus like that!” she shrieked, “Much less gainsay It! Are you trying to get us all killed? It is the source and continuance of life itself—”
“But the Vitalus doesn’t always consider the individual scale of things,” Menash reasoned, controlling his rising anger as he tried to defuse the situation, “Its scope of thought is beyond ours. Therefore it is up to us to look after each other. None of us can win the Great Game alone. We need people like Zildiz for the species to prosper.”
“Your logic is flawed,” Vezda spat, “Empathy is a sham devised by the selfish action of the gene, which seeks only to preserve itself. At least I am honest enough to look after my own interests. Your obsession with that whore is misplaced. Heed my words, Menash. What happened today marks a change in the Great Game. Only the ruthless will reap the rewards of this era. Think on that, and act accordingly.”
The female darted off in another direction, leaving the two behind.
“Thanks,” Racek said, rubbing at his sore shoulders, “My, my. She’s really taking her promotion very seriously, isn’t she?”
“This doesn’t make us friends,” Menash said shortly, “We share a common interest, that’s all.”
The two flew together in silence for a time, the dark canopy unrolling below their feet. Racek had always been a bitter rival for Zildiz’s affections. In the mating seasons he and Menash had flown the damsel-dance against each other countless times, racing and dogfighting at top speed through the dense bamboo thickets in an effort to impress her.
But each time she had always chosen Menash. Naturally. He was the stronger, the braver, the son of the Scourge who had slain hundreds on his lightning raids into Leaper territory. Their pairings had been brief and passionate, yet she had always laughed at the end and gone on her merry way, a rose petal borne on a scented breeze, the dalliance as meaningless to her as other concerns like eating or breathing.
But not to him. Right now, all that mattered was her. And Racek was the only one in the whole wide world who knew exactly how he felt. Did that mean he could be trusted? Menash considered the enormity of what he was about to do, and wavered. Then he saw her face in the darkness of his home, the face she wore when they were all alone together, and he took a deep breath before breaking the silence, saying:
“I’ll be in charge of the quarantine. I can arrange for you to disappear for a few days. I can have one of the younglings mimic your magnetosynaptic signal, make it seem like you’re with the rest of us.”
“You’d do that? For me?” Racek said in astonishment.
“Hah. Not for you,” Menash laughed softly. He looked Racek straight in the eyes and continued: “What’ll it be, then?”
If he so much as hesitates, I’ll have to kill him here and now, Menash told himself.
“Why, yes. Yes, of course!” the little brown male said vigorously.
“Good,” Menash sighed with relief, “She’ll be very grateful to whoever brings her home. I’d do it myself, but as an alpha I can’t risk being seen as disobedient.”
“Then why give me this chance? After all that’s passed between us?”
“I should have thought that was obvious,” Menash replied. Racek digested that for a bit, then out of nowhere said:
“If I find her—when I find her—I’ll tell her exactly who it was that sent me.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Bah! Just so we’re even, that’s all,” Racek grinned, his mouthparts slanting askew.
“Thanks, I guess. I’d…I’d appreciate that. You do understand what we’re risking here, right?”
“Sure. We’ll be total genetic write-offs if we’re caught. But it’s not like I wanted to see tiny ugly Raceks running around the house anyway. What about you, though? Why are you putting your neck on the chopping block?”
“You know why,” Menash said quietly, his thoughts still lingering on her face.
“Yes,” Racek agreed with a wistful air, “Yes, I suppose I do.”
And the pair spoke no more until they reached Chthonis.
Link for all the chapters available for free here: Engines of Arachnea on Royal Road
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Deep in the groaning halls of sinew and bone he awaited his audience with the god. At a wave of his hand the ribs which held up the ceiling contracted, tendons shifting within the pink walls of the chamber as the jagged, calcareous spurs that composed the doorway sank back into the spongy masses of tissue, revealing a passage curving down and out of sight.
Menash stood before the yawning portal and considered eternity. This was no an idle thought: here in the Dawning Chamber, the concept was very real. His father, Yulan, had stood in this exact spot times beyond count. When he was struck down in his prime by the Night Weaver and her Leaper offspring, torn limb from limb as he fought to defend Chthonis from a raiding party, Menash’s uncle, Aqavarr, had carried his broken remains over that grinning threshold to join the hosts of the dead, never to return.
A hot and heavy exhalation rattled up out of the depths, wafting in the acrid scent of the bonding pools and the wet slithering sound of the rebirthing canals. Menash felt a crackle of static in the corners of his mind before the signal sharpened and he heard It whisper distinctly:
“Enter…”
The familiar dread crept its way up the small of his back, and he gave a little shiver. No matter how many times he had communed with the Vitalus, he’d never been able to shake the feeling of his utter insignificance. But he persevered, walking bravely down the slurping passage, past the rows of broad antechambers lining either side of the hallway. Each one held a slumbering shape immersed in a cryogenic bath, towering hulks of muscle encased in ribbed and riveted plates of chitin. No two were alike in size or physiology, but all seemed to emanate the same primeval aura of dread that tickled Menash’s fight-or-flight-instinct, skewing it very much towards the latter response. These were the Hollowores, soulless avatars of the Vitalus, each one a tool capable of eradicating an entire species. As Menash approached, one of the living weapons stirred to life. A pronged, anvil-shaped head emerged from the bath, umbilical feeder tubes detaching from its armored flanks as the rest of its bulk followed, its mauve exoskeleton as sleek and shiny as amethyst. The Hollowore extended legs as thick as grown pine trees and lifted itself above him, its pairs of crushing pincers dripping amniotic fluids as it herded him towards the central room.
Bundles of white gossamer filaments spread all across the floor, encircling steaming pools of pus and acid. He saw arms and legs, sensory organs and entire exoskeletons being knitted before his very eyes, the amino acid chains being stitched on a layer at a time, the weeping pus evidence of microphages fighting off possible infections as the Vitalus did Its work.
These were the next generation of exomorphs, yet to be assigned to their hosts. It was here that Vitalus constantly improved the only thing that could ensure the continued survival of Menash’s subspecies. Exomorphs were bonded to Gallivants at birth, the organisms supplying their hosts with the means to breathe an atmosphere they was never meant to endure, and the strength to fight in a world that was red in tooth and claw. They were as swift as the summer wind and could multiply their host’s muscular power by up to twelve times their natural output.
But for all their God-given might, Gallivants were still mortal. They could and often did perish in the endless struggle for existence that the Vitalus called the Great Game. But even in death they could still commit their essence to posterity, passing down their defining traits through the malleable genetic code of the gilt helix. It was the Vitalus’ greatest boon; through the gilt helix a single individual could become a progenitor of an entire generation, becoming at one stroke the father of whole nations and peoples.
One day he too would prove worthy of the honor that Yulan had earned with his life. But he was not alone in that ambition. Menash was annoyed to find the crimson-clad Vezda and the cowardly Racek waiting for him inside, standing next to a large ball of filaments that hung from a tonsil-like growth hanging from the walls.
This node pulsed, emitting a small storm of bioelectric activity, networks of fungi conveying commands in the form of oscillating voltages to their communities of symbiotic bacteria, the latter containing greigite mineral crystals aligned in the shape of electromagnetic coils. Other networks hidden in the walls modulated and amplified the signals, and the three Gallivants steeled themselves for the onrushing flood of information as the Vitalus tapped into their minds.
He was a candle before the raging heart of the thunderstorm. For an instant Menash touched a fraction of Its intelligence, the divisions of time and space rolling back as they joined the ocean of shared consciousness, becoming one with the living systems of Arachnea. From the tiniest aeroplankton floating above the waves of the golden coastlines, to the herds of ultrapods munching their way through swathes of trees in the savannahs. Menash felt himself pushing up out of the soil, longing and lusting and reaching for the sunlight with a trillion green fingers uncurling, alive with the furious movement of life.
But what was that flicker of orange to the east? That searing heat, that prickling pain spreading like a cancer down his side?
The Vitalus scooped them up and hurled them headlong into hell itself. A roaring wildfire was sweeping into the heart of the eastern rainforests. Menash tasted ash and ruin, felt pieces of himself wither and burn, his branches tongues of fire, wood cracking from the intense blaze, sap boiling instantaneously upon contact and rupturing, splitting him right down the grain. He fled in terror, running, slithering, digging, swimming, flying away in crazed panic from the walls of red death closing in on him. As his skin flaked off in clumps of charcoal he looked back and saw it towering over the treetops, the epicenter of this howling vortex of destruction: the grey behemoth. Its burnished metal hide gleamed like copper, reflecting the fury of the conflagration burning well into the night.
Menash pulled his mind away before it was lost forever in the storm of electric potentials. He saw Racek and Vezda swaying on their feet, breathing hard and fast.
“Heart of the World,” he managed to gasp, “What is your bidding?”
The Hollowore maneuvered itself until it was facing him directly. Tiny beady eyes fixed him in their blank gaze. The node emitted a blue pulse and the creature shuddered as it received the signal. It opened a maw powerful enough to chew boulders into gravel and rumbled:
“This one is the alpha which survived first contact with anomalous variable. It will tell Us what occurred, and from whence this threat emerged.”
“It came from the karst mountain range, where the yellowjacket Amit live,” Menash replied, “It was destroying the largest mound in that area, massacring its inhabitants. It brought the mountain down on them—we’ve never seen anything like it. Zildiz was the first on the scene. She warned us not to approach, and that it was dangerous, but some of us,” here he cast an angry look at Vezda, “Some of us went ahead and tried to scavenge from the bodies of the dying. Then the behemoth ignited the air and burned scores of us to cinders.”
“Irrational. Why did you do this?”
“W-we thought that you had spawned the grey behemoth,” Menash stammered, embarrassed to say the least, “That it was the newest addition to the Great Game, another species of ultrafauna that would help perfect Arachnea.”
“Not so. It was made by an evil far older than the All-In-One,” replied the Vitalus, “It is called a Divine Engine. In cycles past, this evil sought to undo this world and all that inhabit it. In that, it almost succeeded.”
Menash felt his blood run cold at those words.
“Is it the only one of its kind?” Racek piped up. Menash and Vezda both bristled at his interruption; subordinates were only supposed to speak when spoken to.
“There were several deployed here in Our infancy. We had thought them all destroyed in the War of Creation.”
“Your Munificence,” Racek went on, heedless of the venomous looks he was getting from the other two, “Most of us survived because Zildiz persuaded us to dive into the river. She saved all our lives! But as I washed up on the riverbank, I saw the behemoth casting a seedpod into the skies. I did not see where it landed, but it was travelling in a high arc due east. Is this the behemoth’s method of reproducing? If so, then how many offspring can it generate from this one seed?”
The Vitalus met his questions with a minute of silence. Menash had never known It to take so long to respond to a query, and felt another stab of unease in his gut. Unless he was imagining things, the Vitalus seemed genuinely disturbed by the scenario that Racek has raised, enough to convince Menash that the danger was far from hypothetical.
“That is a distant possibility,” It said somewhat cryptically, “Regardless, We cannot allow the Engine’s continued existence.”
“Then it must be destroyed,” Vezda said, her barbed tail eagerly perking up.
“We are not certain that it can be,” the Vitalus said, and Menash heard Racek audibly gulp at the admission.
“But Your Omniscience, you alone are the arbiter of growth and decay,” Vezda said in disbelief, “Surely you can unmake this monster as well?”
“Perhaps. The Divine Engines were built to withstand the extremes of temperature, gravity, atmospheric pressure, acidity and irradiation found on semi-inhabitable exoplanets. Worlds of bareness and desolation, glassed by thermonuclear bombardment or infested with alien microorganisms. In the wars of Our youth, the Betrayers used tungsten-alloy warheads fired from space platforms to crack their bulkheads. Not even Our vessels, the Hollowores, could damage them in any significant way. We will need time to gather the raw materials and fabricate the weapons needed to end this threat.”
“What must we do?” Menash asked.
“If this variable is not dealt with, it could upset the delicate balance We have sacrificed so much to achieve. Already the wildfire it has caused will release close to 400 million metric tons of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere and destroy 2.3 million acres of forest before Our countermeasures can stop it. Time is our limiting factor. If the Engine cannot be destroyed now, it must be restrained.”
“It hasn’t moved an inch since we last saw it,” Vezda said brightly, “Maybe it has already died?”
“Yes, and maybe your mother was a horka toad,” Racek said snidely. Vezda scowled and took a step towards him, then stopped as she remembered that she trod on hallowed ground.
“Not so. It has merely gone dormant. Having expended its fuel, it is now running on the bare minimum of its reserves. My children, you must ensure that it does not wake again. Establish a quarantine zone around the Engine and let none approach, on pain of death. The Leaper kindreds will secure the ground while the Gallivants patrol the skies.”
Vezda and Menash exchanged troubled looks. Nobody wanted Leapers establishing a foothold in what was essentially a buffer zone between their subspecies. Once allowed to settle in a habitat, it would not take long for them to adapt and become masters of their new territory. Ousting them would become a battle of attrition, and given the lower birthrates of Gallivants, it was not one they could long afford.
“Respectfully, we do not require assistance from our brother kindred,” Menash ventured, “We are more than capable of safeguarding the area ourselves.”
The node throbbed again, the bioelectric flashes taking on an angry purple hue. With a sound like the grinding of a millstone the Hollowore clashed its claws together impatiently. All three of the mortals took a hasty step back.
“The alpha will obey, or another will be found that can,” the Vitalus growled at them, “All subspecies will observe a general truce during this period. This is a temporary addition to the Great Game. Those that serve Us well shall be rewarded. We shall also enlist the aid of your terrestrial cousins, as well as the Cataphract clans to replenish the soil, and lone Saints who shall rove beyond the quarantine zone.”
Menash’s unease deepened. The Vitalus was bringing together four different kindreds, some of which killed each other on sight, in a move that reeked of desperation. The kindreds had worked together before, of course, on complex projects such as altering rainfall patterns and husbanding struggling species, but never so many at once. This was bound to end in bloodshed.
“Those that break the truce shall be chemically neutered, and their gilt helix purged from the existing gene pool,” the Vitalus continued, “You will maintain this quarantine until We have dealt with the Engine.”
“It is understood!” Menash and Vezda said at once.
“But what about Zildiz?” Racek blurted out, again risking his entire lineage by speaking out of turn, “She might still be alive out there!”
“He’s right,” Menash found himself agreeing despite his dislike for Racek, “She’s our alpha, after all. It would be a shame to lose her helix. Do we have your leave to send out a party to recover her?”
The Vitalus pondered the request for a moment, then crushed his hopes when it said:
“Regrettable, the loss of the female. Valuable stock for the breeding program. But it has not responded to Our signals—it is unlikely to have survived. The female Vezda shall take up its duties as alpha.”
“But Your Benevolence—” both men cried out in unison.
“It is decided. She has risked the Great Game, and must abide by its outcome. To speak more on this would risk Our displeasure,” the god warned.
“We can’t spare the manpower anyway,” Vezda pointed out, trying not to look too pleased at Its decision. She darted a quick look at Menash, long enough for him to see the selfish desire festering in her heart. He turned away from her in disgust, baring his blades by the slightest of margins to let her know what he thought of her, then asked the Vitalus:
“But what of the Engine’s seedpod? Should we search for it?”
“Negative!” the Vitalus boomed, its node reinforcing the word with a spike of activity that sent needles of pain spearing into their heads, “We shall complete this task. It is dangerous and can be entrusted to no other.”
The Hollowore angled its massive head towards the cavernous ceiling, armored flaps on its back sliding aside as it unfurled sets of rigid sixty-meter wings. A wide sphincter on the roof gaped open and Menash saw the evening sky awash with the stars in their milky multitudes. The Hollowore took a deep breath through the spiracles lining its thorax and abdomen, pumping air through a pair of hollow tube-like protuberances under either of its wings. Menash and the others quickly scampered to a safe distance. Seconds later there was a scream of chemical combustion and the Hollowore rose into the evening skies, leaving behind a long trail of superheated gases, the backwash almost knocking Menash off his feet. They watched as the Hollowore gained altitude, making straight for the columns of billowing smoke on the horizon, a sweeping shadow blotting out the light of the heavens.
The Vitalus’ mental presence receded with it. When it did not return, they took it to mean that they were dismissed and likewise took flight and headed for Chthonis. They were hardly out of the Dawning Chamber when Vezda seized the scrawny Racek by his wings and anchored her feet right up against his back.
“Funny little man, are you? Crack jokes at my expense again, and I’ll see to it that you’ll never fly again!” she snarled, yanking hard. Racek yelled as his wings threatened to pop out of their sockets.
“Stop!” Menash said, ramming his shoulder into her and knocking the smaller male out of her grip. Vezda rounded on him, blades out and her tail aquiver with rage.
“As for you! No one should speak to the Vitalus like that!” she shrieked, “Much less gainsay It! Are you trying to get us all killed? It is the source and continuance of life itself—”
“But the Vitalus doesn’t always consider the individual scale of things,” Menash reasoned, controlling his rising anger as he tried to defuse the situation, “Its scope of thought is beyond ours. Therefore it is up to us to look after each other. None of us can win the Great Game alone. We need people like Zildiz for the species to prosper.”
“Your logic is flawed,” Vezda spat, “Empathy is a sham devised by the selfish action of the gene, which seeks only to preserve itself. At least I am honest enough to look after my own interests. Your obsession with that whore is misplaced. Heed my words, Menash. What happened today marks a change in the Great Game. Only the ruthless will reap the rewards of this era. Think on that, and act accordingly.”
The female darted off in another direction, leaving the two behind.
“Thanks,” Racek said, rubbing at his sore shoulders, “My, my. She’s really taking her promotion very seriously, isn’t she?”
“This doesn’t make us friends,” Menash said shortly, “We share a common interest, that’s all.”
The two flew together in silence for a time, the dark canopy unrolling below their feet. Racek had always been a bitter rival for Zildiz’s affections. In the mating seasons he and Menash had flown the damsel-dance against each other countless times, racing and dogfighting at top speed through the dense bamboo thickets in an effort to impress her.
But each time she had always chosen Menash. Naturally. He was the stronger, the braver, the son of the Scourge who had slain hundreds on his lightning raids into Leaper territory. Their pairings had been brief and passionate, yet she had always laughed at the end and gone on her merry way, a rose petal borne on a scented breeze, the dalliance as meaningless to her as other concerns like eating or breathing.
But not to him. Right now, all that mattered was her. And Racek was the only one in the whole wide world who knew exactly how he felt. Did that mean he could be trusted? Menash considered the enormity of what he was about to do, and wavered. Then he saw her face in the darkness of his home, the face she wore when they were all alone together, and he took a deep breath before breaking the silence, saying:
“I’ll be in charge of the quarantine. I can arrange for you to disappear for a few days. I can have one of the younglings mimic your magnetosynaptic signal, make it seem like you’re with the rest of us.”
“You’d do that? For me?” Racek said in astonishment.
“Hah. Not for you,” Menash laughed softly. He looked Racek straight in the eyes and continued: “What’ll it be, then?”
If he so much as hesitates, I’ll have to kill him here and now, Menash told himself.
“Why, yes. Yes, of course!” the little brown male said vigorously.
“Good,” Menash sighed with relief, “She’ll be very grateful to whoever brings her home. I’d do it myself, but as an alpha I can’t risk being seen as disobedient.”
“Then why give me this chance? After all that’s passed between us?”
“I should have thought that was obvious,” Menash replied. Racek digested that for a bit, then out of nowhere said:
“If I find her—when I find her—I’ll tell her exactly who it was that sent me.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Bah! Just so we’re even, that’s all,” Racek grinned, his mouthparts slanting askew.
“Thanks, I guess. I’d…I’d appreciate that. You do understand what we’re risking here, right?”
“Sure. We’ll be total genetic write-offs if we’re caught. But it’s not like I wanted to see tiny ugly Raceks running around the house anyway. What about you, though? Why are you putting your neck on the chopping block?”
“You know why,” Menash said quietly, his thoughts still lingering on her face.
“Yes,” Racek agreed with a wistful air, “Yes, I suppose I do.”
And the pair spoke no more until they reached Chthonis.
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2024.05.15 18:00 MaleficTekX Week 35 of Dracomancer Concepts as we approach the end: The Dracomancer Saga: Confrontation
 | Only 3-5 concepts remain…Quest opens in the forest with the Hero training with Veidos -Veidos: Excellent. You seem accustomed to the proper use of our art. -Hero: This… is less straining… but I don’t want to do this to my Dragon. -Veidos: The amount of life you siphon is negligible. I should know. Half-dragons rely on their own life force for Dracomancy. Dragons already have extremely long life-spans, a few days, even years, is nothing to them. Hero simply looks down Bob the Wyvern flies up -Bob: Nyeeg. -Veidos: Hmm. -Hero: What is it? -Veidos: Your former teacher has been located. The wretch had the audacity to return to the ruins of Medrovia. I will go to confront him, and you will assist me… Apprentice. -Hero: Veidos! Veidos turns -Hero: After this is over, we’re done with this deal. -Veidos: … Very well. Let us depart. Fade out and then back in to show Hero being carried by Bob while Veidos flies through the air -Hero: What exactly is your plan? Attack him again? -Veidos: … -Hero: Veidos, at least let me try to talk with him. -Veidos: Human… you will tell none of the location of Medrovia, or I will personally hunt you down. -Hero: Veidos! You’ve already seen what he can do, you can’t ignore that he’s a match for you. If you fight him again, it’s very likely you’ll lose. Zino improved the entire time he was teaching me. He couldn’t even morph his head when we first met, now he can mimic you completely. -Veidos: Last time his lake and tricks saved him. He won’t be able to dodge lightning again. -Hero: (whispering) Oh you sweet summer dragon. Fade out and back into the mouth of a cave in a mountainside -Veidos: Enter. -Hero: This is the entrance to Medrovia? -Veidos: You’ve been given clearance by me. Do not dare to disgrace any of the environment you find inside. You WILL assist me should I combat him. Enter Medrovia, the city is silver with long walkways and rectangular buildings, streams go down the sides of them, and statues of Dragons and Dracomancers are spread around the city. Walk around parts of the city, finding a library that’s been ransacked, a training area that’s been recently burned and clawed, a forge that has been recently used, a stream through the city that glows blue and restores your mana. Messages: The books of the archives have been raided. What is legible is torn and burnt from long ago. The training area bare recent burns and scratches. The forge is still rather hot… it has been used recently. Just being near the stream of water is healing your mana… oh no. Gazing at the statues makes you wonder just how grand this city once was.-End of messages Eventually you’ll walk up the center into what appears to be a throne room. At the top is a statue of a man with its head missing, who cloaks themself in their dragon wings. Under it is a throne a dragon on the top. Zino sits in it, swinging his arm in boredom. -Zino: Oh? My apprentice! What brings you here? -Hero: Zino. Why did you and the Necromancer we fought come to this place? -Zino: … I see. He was a student of Necro-U who I allied myself with to find this city. No archives I could find had any trace of Medrovia, but those of the Necromancer’s were old enough to include at least vague hints of its location. So, in exchange for my knowledge of Dracomancy, he offered the maps to find this place. Then we came here and found the archives. Most of its information was useless to me, as I had no Dragon to draw power from… …but I was able to improvise and adapt. The Necromancer took the archives to try and make their own form of Dracomancy. We both know how that went. -Hero: So you knew what he was doing, and you let him? -Zino: Yes. I have no excuse. -Hero: You let him leave with the Dragon bones. You knew what he could do with them… and you let it happen… -Zino: I always had planned to deal with him. -Hero: …Zino… Did you deal with him because of what he was doing, or because of the Dragon he had? -Zino: … -Hero: Zino, you’re a DragonLord from DragonGrasp, so I know you have your heart in the right place… But I have to ask; why do this? Why even risk putting others in danger with that Necromancer?! -Zino: … Because I wanted this. The ability of Dracomancy. -Hero: Why? -Zino: … “Make of yourself what you will, be it to prove your prowess, or live your life…” Before, I couldn’t find the words to describe what I wish to do, but those seem to be exactly the ones I need. I sought out Dracomancy because I wanted to. If there’s some underlying psychological or ego-driven reason, I don’t care for it. I did it because I wanted to. That want drove me, and this is the result of it. That is all that matters to me. The path of student and teacher was never meant to be the same. -Hero: … Well… you have it now, so now what will you do? -Zino: I thought about that… … I will mend the divide between man and Dragon. -Hero: What? -Zino: All transgressions, hostility, I will mend it, and bring about a new age. The Age of Dracomancy -Hero: Zino, that’s much more difficult than you’re thinking it is. -Zino: My apprentice, I’ve already resurrected a dead art without any leads other than its existence. I’ve made my own version of it. And I’ve proved I can match the original version of it. It’s not a matter of, “IF” I can achieve my new goal, it’s simply, “How long will it take?” -Hero: I don’t think you’re a bad guy, Zino, but I think your ambitions are a little too grand. How far are you willing to go to achieve this new age exactly? I’ve met someone who tried to do something similar and she could’ve caused a lot of damage. She DID do a lot of damage. Zino smiling -Zino: I don’t know. I can’t have everything planned out. Zino materializes an Ice Blade out of Dragon Magic and plays with it. -Zino: But I’ll just adapt to what the situation requires when it happens. -Hero: I really don’t like how relaxed you are about this situation. -Zino: That being said, I did plan this situation out. -Hero: What do you mean? Zino has an evil smile -Zino: Did you think I didn’t notice your shadow? -Veidos: ! ENOUGH!Veidos flies into the room-Veidos: MISCHIEF BEYOND MISCHIEF!! You dare to use Lord Cyrus’ words to justify your perversion! You dare speak of yourself as some sort of Messiah!? You who desecrates, nay! VIOLATES such a sacred art! I see now why even the DragonLords abandoned you. You who couldn’t even keep your own dragon from death! Zino has a cocky smile -Zino: You’re trying to make me lose my composure. It won’t work. But I couldn’t help but observe that when you saw me on this throne… Your Ice-blue skin was turning red. -Veidos: How dare you sit in that throne. The throne of Lord Cyrus! Your disrespect WILL be punished! -Zino: Well… Zino leans in Maybe I’m just the next King of the Dracomancers. *The screen cuts in half to show Veidos’ raging face at the same time as Zino’s cocky one. -Veidos: APPRENTICE!! Veidos rages and attacks Zino BOSS FIGHT: Fight Zino with Veidos and Bob in the background applying debuffs to Zino. Bob changes the temperature of the air, Zino’s Boost is lowered! Bob creates a mist around you, Zino’s Bonus is lowered Zino cools the temperature around him to reduce your All Resist Battle end Veidos knocks Zino away towards the stream in the city -Veidos: It is proven, just a cur who wishes to be king. Zino slightly lifts himself off the ground -Zino: (whispering) Yeah, three on one, good display of your individual talent, Brat. Zino holds an Dragon Magic IceBlade in his hand -Zino: (Whispering) -Veidos: Don’t think I don’t see that. Your heretical art dies with you. Veidos raises his sword, while Zino is still whispering -Hero: Veidos! No killing!! -Zino: Sorry to disappoint, that is not where this ends… Zino clashes the IceBlade with Veidos’ blade and the former breaks in slow motion, only a small dagger of it remains, blocking Veidos -Veidos: !? Zino is now smiling and leans into Veidos’ face in the clash -Zino: Can you keep dancing? The mana river stream behind Zino raises up and the scene goes black END QUEST [The path of student and teacher was never meant to be the same. That statement was burnt into your head, and the sonder feeling inspired you to manifest memories as strength. It makes you wonder, “How far would you go if you had the strength?”] IceBlade skill unlocked REWARD: Torn Dracomancer Paper-IceBlade: Torn paper found in Medrovia. The writing upon it seems to be old, but under it is newer text; “In my search to find our kin’s strength, I’ve reached a conclusion: perhaps one could sacrifice memories to gain strength. Is such a sacrifice even-” “I know what I must do, Kuraokami. I wonder, will anything be left when the time comes?” |
2024.05.15 17:58 ArmChairAnalyst86 Space Weather Update - 5/15/2024 - Short to Medium Range Forecast & Observations - Article Teaser
 | Good morning everyone, AcA here and I have a brief (haha) update for you this morning. I felt it was pressing to give everyone an idea of what I am seeing and feeling headed into the next epoch of space weather. What a ride AR3663/3664 were? Long before most of you showed up for the biggest storm in decades, AR3663 was trying to get there, only to be usurped by AR3664 stealing the show. Well AR3664 has now departed, and the sunspot situation is complex, but not as intense as before it left. There are certainly more spots and active regions, but we are missing one with significant complexity and size like AR3664. submitted by ArmChairAnalyst86 to SolarMax [link] [comments] Something wild just happened. Something that has happened numerous times since I have started this. Call it stupid, tell me I am ate up, call it woo woo, I don't care. I don't call it anything, I juste note its occurence. As I am writing this brief little snippet, X-Ray spikes, and topped out at X2.99. For the last 10 days, when I have seen magnitudes like that, I automatically go to AR3664, or went to I should say, but AR3664 is gone...so what AR is responsible? I can barely see the leading edge of the plage, but it must be respectable. That is the beauty. Nobody knows. It is not visible and as a result has not received a numeral yet and we have zero real idea of what it looks like. However, we can extract 3 key details from this information.
Buckle up folks. Now hopefully you have got the drift. There is no certainty here. I think many people are forgetting one key fact about this game. Its comprised of two words. Space & Weather. Space suggests its distant, massive, and on scales far bigger than a human. Weather suggests its an interconnected and dynamic system of more variables than we can track or understand. Our brightest minds, best models, and best computers, cannot tell you with any high degree of certainty whether it will storm 5-7 days from now, maybe not even rain. If that is the bar for terrestrial weather, than what is it for space weather? I give you my take. I give you my analysis. I hope I am right, and alot of you are here because I have had a pretty good track record so far. Do not think for one second that I don't know that track record could fall apart tomorrow. I need you to understand that. Internally though? That is a different story. My confidence is rising. My perception broadening and my understanding increasing. The beauty of space weather currently, is at some point you have to make a gut call. You read the same data as everyone else, and you make your prediction. The finer brush strokes don't always come out perfect, but the big picture is definitely coherent at this point. OFFICIAL FORECAST - SUN https://preview.redd.it/9bja58vvvl0d1.png?width=414&format=png&auto=webp&s=9bc0bf36701972c3c52f5e74e004db2bc937e34b I expect a brief lull in activity affecting earth. Flaring may remain slightly elevated but we cannot escape the fact that AR3664 is out of the mix. The other groups are growing, but they are not growing exceptionally fast. That could change and we will keep close eyes on active regions. Here is a link to all SDO imagery with a few pointers AIA 131 Teal - best for capturing the flash of flares. AIA 171 Gold - best for capturing magnetic connections, overall activity, post arcade loops AIA 211 Purple - best for capturing eruptivity during flares and dimming AIA 193 Bronze - good for coronal holes esp, but a blend of 171 and 211 showing activity and a glimpse of eruptivity AIA 304 Red - best for plasma filaments and prominences and eruptivity The others are great too and have various specialities but the primary ones are above. If existing active regions do intensify, the forecast will change. We cannot assume they will, although I think they will. The sun is active overall and is able to generate big flares from any location or sunspot group. Even though the existing are not huge gashes like AR3664, AR3664 had humble beginnings too. Even though the spots on the disk are compact, they are fairly intense. I believe the official forecast reflects this. Even with AR3664 off the disk and no longer listed, the M-Class chances are 75% (too low) and the X-Class chances are 40% (I agree). They are seeing the same thing. OFFICIAL FORECAST -EARTH WSA-ENLIL shows an atypical setup. There are some small CMEs in the pipe and we are passing through a solar wind enhancement. Not sure where it came from but the parker spiral action is carrying it to and through us. Nothing big out there right now though. CME production remains elevated, including several potential full and partial halo, but currently nothing substantial aimed directly at us. DONKI shows a minor impact in the coming days with max Kp3. Our star has made its most prolific run yet over the past few weeks. Both generating massive geomagnetic storms on earth and massive flares. Yes, SC23 was more intense in every facet, but SC25 is not over. It has already far exceeded SC24 though and its not close. Get this little fact. In SC24 there were approximately 48 X-Class flares in the entire cycle which spanned from 2008-2019. In the past 2 weeks have seen more than 25% of that total. In 2 weeks, we got 25% of the way to the entire total of the previous 11 year cycle. And that does not even count the years and months prior of SC25, just the last 2 weeks. I think Mr McIntosh can take a victory lap. He went against the grain, called this a big cycle in direct opposition to NOAA on the basis of his own theory. Bravo! Its not done. We are in solar maximum and that is clear, but what is not clear is just how max this max will be? Nobody can predict the future or what will happen tomorrow on the sun, but I can say that there has NEVER been a better time in all of our recorded civilization to get acquainted with and understand space weather. Not only because of the activity level, the tools available to everyone for free, but because we must be on watch. We are the watchers. If you are here, you know what is up. The rest of the world does not. They do not understand space weather and the think its impossible to do so. Too complicated. Well that is where you come in. Learn it. Understand it. Teach it. Its going to matter in the coming decades, and I would bet everything I own on that. Does that mean CE 2.0? Hell no. Don't immediate jump to extremes, but here is the simple facts. We hit extreme storm levels last weekend from not so extreme storms. It did not harm anything. No widespread damage, just some localized stuff. A transformer blew up in a city about 50 miles from me overnight. Don't see that often. Could it be coincidence it occurred as our earth is trying to process all of the excess energy and current coursing through it? Sure it could be, but I am paying attention. Seismic activity is sharply rising the past few days, with significant attention paid to the south pacific and the caribbean currently. Weather and cloud anomalies all over the place and in strange places. The link to cloud anomalies shows iridiscent clouds usually spotted in polar regions only, yet these are in Vietnam. Many other places too. Are you paying attention? Coming Article Teaser and Open Letter I am going to touch on my article that is in the works just a little bit. A teaser if you will because I think it needs to be discussed right now, but when I release it, you will need no less than an hour to read it. It will be comprehensive and supported. I am shooting from the hip here, but I do so from an informed standpoint, the same standpoint I want you to arrive at. What does ALL of this mean? Should I be scared? Can I jump to conclusions about this? Stop it. One day at at time. We are not scientists here. Most of us have no degrees or letters behind our names. We come armed with logic and the powers of perception, ready to learn. We are in the observation stage. We are looking for signals, correlations, coincidences, anomalies, patterns, etc. We must all determine for ourselves the truth of the matter, with our own eyes, and it starts right here at solarmax. Now let me get something straight. I am very excited about aurora chances and the study of this field. I have no reason to believe we are in imminent danger. I have no reason to believe that we are in imminent danger tomorrow, or any other time. I recognize that like many forces of nature and the cosmos, that the sun does have the ability to make life pretty hard here, as well as makes all life possible. I give it the respect it deserves, but I do not give it fear or panic. I give it logic and rationality. Logic and rationality tells me that something is up with our planet, and I am not sure its so easily explained by the current narrative. I see man made climate change used far and wide to excuse every development from earthquakes, length of day glitches, changing earths rotation, etc and who am I to argue? I have no degrees as I said. I am just a self taught dude who likes space. But I would offer them a challenge. Find a way to attribute last weekends massive geomagnetic storm from some relatively low magnitude CMEs to climate change. Go ahead, I will wait. No one would argue that the CMEs from 2003 were stronger, yet the effects were nearly identical and anecdotally more intense. How did our Co2 do that? They will attribute it to starlink satellites or something else man made. ESA swarm mission will tell you that its only decreased 9% on average whatever the hell that means. How can that be, if its been weakening at absolutely positively no less than 5% per century on average with modern estimates much closer to 5% per DECADE. The average rate of loss is no longer reported and is a mystery and possibly a closely guarded secret. As a result, I have no numbers or figures I can give you that I can prove. I will offer you a challenge too though. Look around. Do you see a pattern? Do you see an acceleration of "things"? Everyone does. Cant deny it. Climate change is a good candidate for it, but we must factor last weekends geomagnetic storm in as anecdotal evidence that something could be changing, quickly. Its not proof. We could not go to a court of law and establish it as fact without refute. Some could say the CMEs combined in an unusual way and it somehow drastically magnified the overall energy content into a single wave. Maybe that is true. I cant refute it with data. But....we can watch for the next one. We will get another big storm? I dont know. But we will be watching. If we see another storm like last weekend from low end X-Class flares, that could change. Our argument could strengthen, but we must approach it scientifically and logically, even if we are not scientists. Immanuel Velikovsky said that the test of a theory should be the explanation that requires the least in the way of modification, qualifier, and assumption to arrive at a conclusion. Pardon my french, but fuck what the mainstream is telling you. I am not saying they are lying, but am I saying trust your eyes, your instincts. This is IN you. It is in us all. Thank you for making SolarMax a top 12% space and astronomy subreddit. I am a modest and humble man, but we are doing good work here. I am moved and touched by all of the posts, comments, questions, articles, and observations. Someone made an excellent observation overnight about the possible sympathetic nature of the flaring yesterday on direct opposite sides of the sun that I had made myself, but not brought to your attention. I thought maybe the timelapse just made it look sympathetic, but evidently others noticed too. That is what this is all about. Again, I am an armchair analyst. I make no bones about that. I have no qualifications that I could point to that says I know what I am talking about. When I say self taught, I do not just mean this subject. I am self taught in life. I barely graduated high school. I was essentially guaranteed graduation because my high school could not wait to get rid of me. If you are looking for good grammar, punctuation, syntax, etc you will not find it here and ultimately qualified or not, the results and predictions will pan out and prove it or they wont. Either way I will not lie to myself about it. I have been preparing for this for months and I did not know why I was preparing, or why I felt making this sub was so important when so many resources already exist. I am going to ride that wave, but I expect you all to keep me accountable. I am sorry this was longer than expected. I hope you can get the message and be an adult about it. I am not saying we are in trouble, but I am saying we need to be paying attention. If you want to freak out about it, I cant stop you. Arm yourself with knowledge, and you yourself will know, when or if it is time to freak out. Arm yourself with knowledge and you will not be swayed by twitter idiots and AI written articles which sensatonalize the topic and only give the worst case CE scenario because it sells. I realize now that its not practical to guide you through each event, that we will grow past that point, and as a result, you must teach yourself with the tools here and elsewhere. Not even just for yourself, but for the rest of the world who do not understand space weather and they need someone to trust. Why not you? With love and respect, AcA |
2024.05.15 17:58 Inensen Is my relationship over?
Heads up: this is long, and I don’t know what I am asking. Maybe writing this down was some sort of therapy or at least a way to get some of my thoughts in order. I am always appreciative of some perspective.
So, the scary and ugly words that may define the end of a relationship era have been said…”Maybe we should just call it quits then”. I am very sad for the kids and our family and mostly worry about how we should tell this to our older kid (6). This will be devastating for them.
Some context: My partner (M38) and I (F43) are together for 12 years, not married, two young children (6 & 2). We both work full-time, have a house and lead a fairly average and busy life. We don’t live in our home country, which we left 12 years ago, and have been living abroad ever since (different countries). So, we’ve been through a lot together and had plenty of good and some challenging times. Also, we don’t have any family support in the country we call home now.
Our challenges started a while ago, got better for a long time (we decided to buy a house and had a second child that is now 2) and now we are back to bad. This was seriously creeping up on me and I am very confused about the overall up and down of my partner perceiving our relationship as good or bad. I am a fighter and tend to want to work on things as I don’t assume it will be easy breezy without putting in the effort. He, I don’t know, may be done putting any effort into the relationship or is not willing to put the right amount in, as he hopes to get away with little to no fighting.
Going back to the beginning of the pandemic, about 2 years after the birth of our older child, he told me he wants to leave me as he didn’t think that our relationship was good or loving enough and he couldn’t take it anymore. We decided to do couples counselling and worked, amongst others, on our communication, which appeared to be an issue. Our relationship improved and I started working on some personal challenges that stem from my childhood.
Our upbringing was quite different. He is the only child of a single mum. His stepdad has been part of his life since he was about 3 years old. His stepdad used to (now retired) work in a different city so was only around on weekends and during holidays. His mum is loving and easy-going, and his stepdad and mum have a great relationship. However, despite his mum and stepdad getting along incredibly well, my partner always had a somewhat challenging relationship with his stepdad as he was never too keen to take on the father role and was rather strict. My parents on the other hand are emotionally very immature and there was plenty of emotional neglect and, at times, emotional abuse. Because of this I have issues classifying and understanding my emotions, asking for support, confidence and self-worth.
Because of my upbringing and because I absolutely love and adore my children, it is very important to me to be patient and take the gentle parenting approach whenever possible. Admittedly, this doesn’t always work out as I have my limits and the kids can be a handful. My partner on the other hand, albeit a very great and loving dad, is much stricter, works a lot with consequences and doesn’t tolerate unruly children. Personally, I have no problem if both parents follow a different strategy if it’s complimentary, which I thought our parenting is. My partner, however, thinks otherwise and told me that the challenges with our kids are because of my parenting style and because I don’t have them under control. They are great children and do exactly what I expect children their age would do at times: fight for independence, have toddler manners and tantrums, are terrible at listening after a long day of school and are naughty at times. For the longest time, I thought that our parenting styles align pretty nicely, now it’s a major issue for my partner that I have different opinions on how to treat our children.
Another issue that keeps popping are chores and me asking him to do certain things, while he wants to the things when he wants to do them, not when I ask him to. In his mind, I am giving him orders. In my mind, I simply want to share the workload and want to be able to rely on him. Some contexts. It’s important to me to share household and childcare chores and we follow a, more or less, 50/50 approach (mental workload is still mostly on me though). We are both working full time and because my role is more senior, I am earning a decent amount more than him. He, however, has assets from his parents. Sometimes when I see that X needs to be done and I am on my way out to get the kids, I ask him if he can do X. When I come home and still have to do it myself, I can’t help it but I am disappointed. I try to communicate my emotions clearly, which is a hit and miss on how it’s perceived. I learned that expressing my disappointment about him not doing X is a miss, as he considers this an attack and shoots back that he is frustrated and annoyed with me giving him orders and then being disappointed in him.
And now the good old physical connection. We never had the most elaborate sex life. Pretty vanilla and never the amount he would have liked. Due to my upbringing, I don’t need physical touch to feel well (I love hugging my children though and do it often). Since I rarely got affection growing up, a bit of hugging goes a long way for me, and I don’t tend to crave it. In contrast, he likes hand holding, touching, hugging etc. In the past, our therapist suggested that I simply initiate a hug once a day, which worked for quite a while. Fast forward, busy lives combined with plenty of sick days for most of the fall and winter, there wasn’t a lot of physical connection between us. However, what bugs me is that he complains that he misses it but rarely initiates. I don’t understand. I never turn down a hug and it’s usually me who asks for sex.
Overall, he is a great person and partner, and fantastic dad with his own issues that he doesn’t seem to be fully aware of. Even though he appears very confident, he isn’t. He is constantly seeking praise and confirmation, and often thinks that the ‘the grass is greener on the other side’. He rarely sees the error in himself and thinks that his way is the right way. He is also almost obsessed with being happy. Therefore, he can’t handle when I am a little down and tells me I am bipolar. I have moody spells when I am getting my period and lately work has thrown me some curveballs. But overall, I feel I am in decent mental shape most of the time, especially considering that I broke off the contact my parents about 10 months ago and I am working through some childhood trauma. I am proud of the discoveries and progress I’ve made. For him, it’s not good enough. He doesn’t like thoughtful me that isn’t smiling all the time with sun shining out of my ass.
Somebody saying or implying that I am not good enough or not meet their expectations is a bit of a trigger for me (which he knows), as my mother constantly criticized me for all sort of stuff.
He smokes a decent amount of grass, because it is helping him relax and be more chill with the kids. I wonder if this has changed his perception, memory for sure and contributes to overinterpreting certain things.
All I really want is not to be put down and compared to my mother, and being accepted by my partner for the person I am, with all the good and the bad.
Is there hope? I would miss our family terribly and hate that our children would get their first emotional scar.
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So, the scary and ugly words that may define the end of a relationship era have been said…”Maybe we should just call it quits then”. I am very sad for the kids and our family and mostly worry about how we should tell this to our older kid (6). This will be devastating for them.
Some context: My partner (M38) and I (F43) are together for 12 years, not married, two young children (6 & 2). We both work full-time, have a house and lead a fairly average and busy life. We don’t live in our home country, which we left 12 years ago, and have been living abroad ever since (different countries). So, we’ve been through a lot together and had plenty of good and some challenging times. Also, we don’t have any family support in the country we call home now.
Our challenges started a while ago, got better for a long time (we decided to buy a house and had a second child that is now 2) and now we are back to bad. This was seriously creeping up on me and I am very confused about the overall up and down of my partner perceiving our relationship as good or bad. I am a fighter and tend to want to work on things as I don’t assume it will be easy breezy without putting in the effort. He, I don’t know, may be done putting any effort into the relationship or is not willing to put the right amount in, as he hopes to get away with little to no fighting.
Going back to the beginning of the pandemic, about 2 years after the birth of our older child, he told me he wants to leave me as he didn’t think that our relationship was good or loving enough and he couldn’t take it anymore. We decided to do couples counselling and worked, amongst others, on our communication, which appeared to be an issue. Our relationship improved and I started working on some personal challenges that stem from my childhood.
Our upbringing was quite different. He is the only child of a single mum. His stepdad has been part of his life since he was about 3 years old. His stepdad used to (now retired) work in a different city so was only around on weekends and during holidays. His mum is loving and easy-going, and his stepdad and mum have a great relationship. However, despite his mum and stepdad getting along incredibly well, my partner always had a somewhat challenging relationship with his stepdad as he was never too keen to take on the father role and was rather strict. My parents on the other hand are emotionally very immature and there was plenty of emotional neglect and, at times, emotional abuse. Because of this I have issues classifying and understanding my emotions, asking for support, confidence and self-worth.
Because of my upbringing and because I absolutely love and adore my children, it is very important to me to be patient and take the gentle parenting approach whenever possible. Admittedly, this doesn’t always work out as I have my limits and the kids can be a handful. My partner on the other hand, albeit a very great and loving dad, is much stricter, works a lot with consequences and doesn’t tolerate unruly children. Personally, I have no problem if both parents follow a different strategy if it’s complimentary, which I thought our parenting is. My partner, however, thinks otherwise and told me that the challenges with our kids are because of my parenting style and because I don’t have them under control. They are great children and do exactly what I expect children their age would do at times: fight for independence, have toddler manners and tantrums, are terrible at listening after a long day of school and are naughty at times. For the longest time, I thought that our parenting styles align pretty nicely, now it’s a major issue for my partner that I have different opinions on how to treat our children.
Another issue that keeps popping are chores and me asking him to do certain things, while he wants to the things when he wants to do them, not when I ask him to. In his mind, I am giving him orders. In my mind, I simply want to share the workload and want to be able to rely on him. Some contexts. It’s important to me to share household and childcare chores and we follow a, more or less, 50/50 approach (mental workload is still mostly on me though). We are both working full time and because my role is more senior, I am earning a decent amount more than him. He, however, has assets from his parents. Sometimes when I see that X needs to be done and I am on my way out to get the kids, I ask him if he can do X. When I come home and still have to do it myself, I can’t help it but I am disappointed. I try to communicate my emotions clearly, which is a hit and miss on how it’s perceived. I learned that expressing my disappointment about him not doing X is a miss, as he considers this an attack and shoots back that he is frustrated and annoyed with me giving him orders and then being disappointed in him.
And now the good old physical connection. We never had the most elaborate sex life. Pretty vanilla and never the amount he would have liked. Due to my upbringing, I don’t need physical touch to feel well (I love hugging my children though and do it often). Since I rarely got affection growing up, a bit of hugging goes a long way for me, and I don’t tend to crave it. In contrast, he likes hand holding, touching, hugging etc. In the past, our therapist suggested that I simply initiate a hug once a day, which worked for quite a while. Fast forward, busy lives combined with plenty of sick days for most of the fall and winter, there wasn’t a lot of physical connection between us. However, what bugs me is that he complains that he misses it but rarely initiates. I don’t understand. I never turn down a hug and it’s usually me who asks for sex.
Overall, he is a great person and partner, and fantastic dad with his own issues that he doesn’t seem to be fully aware of. Even though he appears very confident, he isn’t. He is constantly seeking praise and confirmation, and often thinks that the ‘the grass is greener on the other side’. He rarely sees the error in himself and thinks that his way is the right way. He is also almost obsessed with being happy. Therefore, he can’t handle when I am a little down and tells me I am bipolar. I have moody spells when I am getting my period and lately work has thrown me some curveballs. But overall, I feel I am in decent mental shape most of the time, especially considering that I broke off the contact my parents about 10 months ago and I am working through some childhood trauma. I am proud of the discoveries and progress I’ve made. For him, it’s not good enough. He doesn’t like thoughtful me that isn’t smiling all the time with sun shining out of my ass.
Somebody saying or implying that I am not good enough or not meet their expectations is a bit of a trigger for me (which he knows), as my mother constantly criticized me for all sort of stuff.
He smokes a decent amount of grass, because it is helping him relax and be more chill with the kids. I wonder if this has changed his perception, memory for sure and contributes to overinterpreting certain things.
All I really want is not to be put down and compared to my mother, and being accepted by my partner for the person I am, with all the good and the bad.
Is there hope? I would miss our family terribly and hate that our children would get their first emotional scar.
2024.05.15 17:57 Miserable-Yak6449 Anvil
I just started writing a few months ago and this is my first one ever. It's a bit long but I hope it's a decent read for everyone.
Here I lay alone with this anvil on my chest up all night my body is screaming for some rest Smile on my face with a sickened soul Lost in the abyss, I see light but I feel so dull
loves all around me but I continue to feel alone Solitude is me, I can only reach a Gray tone Inside I'm yelling, SCREAMING! but I stay silent no one can hear me as my voice lays dormant
Im Lost in this sickness and not a soul can see The anvils holding me down, slowly drowning me The tunnel vision of suffication narrows my sight fighting to stay above, gasping, darkness takes the light
My Blinders aide me in protraying that im strong Blocking the darkness, but im weak, internally I feel wrong This haze called life is makeing it difficult to see I don't know how to handle this I'm losing me
Its as if im split in two, one watches as the others on the edge But the haze makes it difficult to see me on the ledge It looks like little hands, yes, little hands, my little angles Pushing me back from my inner demon entangles
But I trip and fall as my feet drag and become tangled Once agian Ive become bruised, scratched, and mangled Im moving to fast, I need to slow in order to gain a footing But the anvil has me running from a feeling of foreboding
I need a guide to help me, to help find my way But there's no one just me, can I find a better day? I've got noway out, trapped with a depressing attitude A Feeling of nothing better, I take who I am with gratitude
So I bury my darkness six feet deep in myself, in a tomb But along with my demons I'm trapped in this room some days I give all I have and still more is taken Draining my soul feeling empty and black as a raven
This allows my demons to seep through my inner walls While I'm still shackled screaming HELP! but it's an empty call Once again my demons place this anvil upon my chest Weighted down im imploding, I can't breath can't rest
Everything is so difficult while bareing this weight Especially when I have to fake being in a happy state They say a frown takes more work then if you smile I know this is a lie, because when I smile I feel so vile
My battery is draining, smiling over stretches my string Help! It's going to snap and the whip lash is going to sting The internal pain is becoming normal, I'm growing numb Broken in so many places im no longer whole only a crumb
The anvils weight is centered on my chest, i feel dred, doom My breathing is forsaken, heart skips a beat, I feel gloom I'm inches from an outburst I'm going to scream! I Can't take it anymore my brain is dreaming the obscene!
What I've been hiding for so long is about to be released The built up mixture of pain, sadness & anxiety is unleashed Tears begin to flow, then turn to sobs, but again I'm alone Locked in my room I need to be seen as if I'm hard as stone
I can't show weakness although I barely drag my own weight I'm a man, I need to be the balance to everyone else's plate Its bred in me to be the one that holds up this boulder I need to carry the weight and be everyone's shoulder
Help! I'm still alone with this anvil......
https://www.reddit.com/OCPoetry/s/lcaIunG8gv https://www.reddit.com/OCPoetry/s/7BzLtYUJJm
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Here I lay alone with this anvil on my chest up all night my body is screaming for some rest Smile on my face with a sickened soul Lost in the abyss, I see light but I feel so dull
loves all around me but I continue to feel alone Solitude is me, I can only reach a Gray tone Inside I'm yelling, SCREAMING! but I stay silent no one can hear me as my voice lays dormant
Im Lost in this sickness and not a soul can see The anvils holding me down, slowly drowning me The tunnel vision of suffication narrows my sight fighting to stay above, gasping, darkness takes the light
My Blinders aide me in protraying that im strong Blocking the darkness, but im weak, internally I feel wrong This haze called life is makeing it difficult to see I don't know how to handle this I'm losing me
Its as if im split in two, one watches as the others on the edge But the haze makes it difficult to see me on the ledge It looks like little hands, yes, little hands, my little angles Pushing me back from my inner demon entangles
But I trip and fall as my feet drag and become tangled Once agian Ive become bruised, scratched, and mangled Im moving to fast, I need to slow in order to gain a footing But the anvil has me running from a feeling of foreboding
I need a guide to help me, to help find my way But there's no one just me, can I find a better day? I've got noway out, trapped with a depressing attitude A Feeling of nothing better, I take who I am with gratitude
So I bury my darkness six feet deep in myself, in a tomb But along with my demons I'm trapped in this room some days I give all I have and still more is taken Draining my soul feeling empty and black as a raven
This allows my demons to seep through my inner walls While I'm still shackled screaming HELP! but it's an empty call Once again my demons place this anvil upon my chest Weighted down im imploding, I can't breath can't rest
Everything is so difficult while bareing this weight Especially when I have to fake being in a happy state They say a frown takes more work then if you smile I know this is a lie, because when I smile I feel so vile
My battery is draining, smiling over stretches my string Help! It's going to snap and the whip lash is going to sting The internal pain is becoming normal, I'm growing numb Broken in so many places im no longer whole only a crumb
The anvils weight is centered on my chest, i feel dred, doom My breathing is forsaken, heart skips a beat, I feel gloom I'm inches from an outburst I'm going to scream! I Can't take it anymore my brain is dreaming the obscene!
What I've been hiding for so long is about to be released The built up mixture of pain, sadness & anxiety is unleashed Tears begin to flow, then turn to sobs, but again I'm alone Locked in my room I need to be seen as if I'm hard as stone
I can't show weakness although I barely drag my own weight I'm a man, I need to be the balance to everyone else's plate Its bred in me to be the one that holds up this boulder I need to carry the weight and be everyone's shoulder
Help! I'm still alone with this anvil......
https://www.reddit.com/OCPoetry/s/lcaIunG8gv https://www.reddit.com/OCPoetry/s/7BzLtYUJJm
2024.05.15 17:57 runofftheworld Divorce
Recently divorced my husband of 20 years. My now ex husband decided during an explosive episode that he “wanted a fucking divorce” (NOT the first time this came up), told me to go see a lawyer after we sat down days later and agreed our marriage was over. With that, he left….
He then changed his mind and came back a few days later, but during his explosive cycle, he said something that completely turned my heart off to him. What was done could not be undone. The love bombing commenced. He became everything I could have wanted and was finally open for therapy. But when I said no and pointed out his love bombing and his cycle of abuse (I caution anyone who decides to tell their abuser that they are abusive. Sometimes less is more). He proceeded to send me emails ranging from mean run on sentences to, “we should talk”, to friendly banter, and then picking at things around the house after he was supposed to have been gone (ie “xyz wasn’t cleaned. Please clean daily”). Yet somehow, likely due to my silence, he has convinced his adult kids that have known me since they were 5 and 7 and his entire family that this is my doing. I have lost most of the people I spent the last 20 years with aside from my family and closest friends because everything revolved around him and his comfort level. Some days it’s hard justifying to myself that I’m not a terrible because of all of the loss, but that was likely his goal. He knew he had conditioned me to blame myself. If he couldn’t have me, he would alienate me from everyone I loved that he could. He manipulated me into giving him back one of our dogs (the love of my life, once in a lifetime kind of dog) that he previously decided he didn’t want by telling me everything was his doing and he isn’t a good person and afterward asking if he could please have her. He was her “person” and I knew she would be happier over all with him but I felt we were on good terms after that and I would be able to see her as he promised. A few weeks later, I was terrible again. He moved her out in December despite him coming back every other week for a day or 2 (to inspect the property and report his findings via email every Monday) and I didn’t get to say goodbye and have not seen her since He went so far as leaving lists laying out about titled “how to deal with a narcissist”.
I deeply miss the non-abusive side of him, but that side became less and less frequent as the years went by. The last year was week after week of explosions. I’m sure it’s because I was “a terrible wife” as he labeled his first wife (who ironically had things to say about me not taking him back). And I’m sure everyone I knew and loved during my marriage now feels the same way based on whatever narrative he has spun. At the end of it all he walked away with a large sum of money despite that I agreed to up charge the house buyout so that I didn’t have to pay him maintenance (I make a good living and he cut his hours to 2-3 days during the divorce which for some reason was OK and put me at risk for having to pay him despite his earning potential being higher than mine )
Despite all of the pain I carry right now. It needed to happen. I am and will continue to be better off.
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He then changed his mind and came back a few days later, but during his explosive cycle, he said something that completely turned my heart off to him. What was done could not be undone. The love bombing commenced. He became everything I could have wanted and was finally open for therapy. But when I said no and pointed out his love bombing and his cycle of abuse (I caution anyone who decides to tell their abuser that they are abusive. Sometimes less is more). He proceeded to send me emails ranging from mean run on sentences to, “we should talk”, to friendly banter, and then picking at things around the house after he was supposed to have been gone (ie “xyz wasn’t cleaned. Please clean daily”). Yet somehow, likely due to my silence, he has convinced his adult kids that have known me since they were 5 and 7 and his entire family that this is my doing. I have lost most of the people I spent the last 20 years with aside from my family and closest friends because everything revolved around him and his comfort level. Some days it’s hard justifying to myself that I’m not a terrible because of all of the loss, but that was likely his goal. He knew he had conditioned me to blame myself. If he couldn’t have me, he would alienate me from everyone I loved that he could. He manipulated me into giving him back one of our dogs (the love of my life, once in a lifetime kind of dog) that he previously decided he didn’t want by telling me everything was his doing and he isn’t a good person and afterward asking if he could please have her. He was her “person” and I knew she would be happier over all with him but I felt we were on good terms after that and I would be able to see her as he promised. A few weeks later, I was terrible again. He moved her out in December despite him coming back every other week for a day or 2 (to inspect the property and report his findings via email every Monday) and I didn’t get to say goodbye and have not seen her since He went so far as leaving lists laying out about titled “how to deal with a narcissist”.
I deeply miss the non-abusive side of him, but that side became less and less frequent as the years went by. The last year was week after week of explosions. I’m sure it’s because I was “a terrible wife” as he labeled his first wife (who ironically had things to say about me not taking him back). And I’m sure everyone I knew and loved during my marriage now feels the same way based on whatever narrative he has spun. At the end of it all he walked away with a large sum of money despite that I agreed to up charge the house buyout so that I didn’t have to pay him maintenance (I make a good living and he cut his hours to 2-3 days during the divorce which for some reason was OK and put me at risk for having to pay him despite his earning potential being higher than mine )
Despite all of the pain I carry right now. It needed to happen. I am and will continue to be better off.
2024.05.15 17:56 Past-Garlic7446 ITS REAL
I’ve had a sunburn in my life, however, this time I went out with my buddy to go fish on the bass boat and wasn’t even out there that long I often don’t wear sunscreen because my skin doesn’t really get burnt like that. Later, after getting off the water, I noticed my skin was slightly red and I thought nothing of it, another day goes by and still nothing then 48 hours later I wake up to go take a shower and get out and my skin immediately sets on fire. It comes in waves on and off throughout the day so unbearable that I only slept 30 minutes last night before shooting back up Into another wave of it I know the grammar may not be good on this because I’m voicing to text but I can confirm this is real and it is unbearable. I can’t even put on a shirt or It triggers it. I’ve broken my knee cap before and I’d rather feel that pain gain and get it over with than continue to suffer. Aloe set fire to my skin, water from a shower, cortisone cream, anything j burns and it’s driving me mad. Anything that can actually help? Also how long does this last im on day 2
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2024.05.15 17:56 alchinism *friday, 20:43*
silvester finds himself laying on a grass patch. he doesn't know how he got here.
he pushes himself up w his arms — it aches dully. he notices his hair sticking on his face. there's smth in his mouth; was it grass blades or hair strands? his fedora is no longer on his head.
he finally manages to look around. as his vision begins to clear, he realises he is near the church. somebody in priest robe is standing next to him.
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he pushes himself up w his arms — it aches dully. he notices his hair sticking on his face. there's smth in his mouth; was it grass blades or hair strands? his fedora is no longer on his head.
he finally manages to look around. as his vision begins to clear, he realises he is near the church. somebody in priest robe is standing next to him.
2024.05.15 17:55 Jaded-Perception- Having such a blast in my first journeymen, despite not much success, details below!
My journey began as a former somewhat Well known Mexican National team player, after retirement I decided to begin getting into coaching and after some patience, I somehow landed a job at Toluca in the Mexican top flight, but I quickly lost that job because I applied somewhere else (and didn’t get it) so the board fired me. (understandable) Then I got a job at a club i’ve had fun at in the past, Dorados De Sinaloa in the Mexican 2nd Division, this quickly soured however, I try to make decisions as I would in real life, so when the lads come mouthing off to me about not having enough quality at Left Back, while the club has no money, and I see no issues, it became a problem, I lose the dressing room and decided it would be best to resign and look for a job abroad. I found a great chance for me to get my foot in the door, IFK Varnamo in the Swedish Premier Division, at the time they were almost certainly relegated with just 6 games left, I gave it my best but couldn’t save the season, so we were sent down to the Swedish 2nd tier. This is where the chaos started, players retired, requested transfers and all around acted out, the fans and players had somewhat lost faith, which was understandable i’m an inexperienced manager from half way across the world. This is when things start to change, with the unhappy players out, and some new faces who want to be here coming in, we start making an absolutely legendary run in the Swedish Cup, we had favorable draws when needed, and legendary performances were a common occurrence, just before beginning the league season we advanced from the semifinals after defeating Top Flight club Mjallby, but this is when I felt a twinge of doubt, the final wasn’t for a few months, in May. We kicked off the league season in decent form with nothing notable to speak of, and heading into the Final we had been mediocre at best, sitting 5th in the league, 2 point from the playoffs and 3 points from automatic promotion. We went into the final and put up a spirited effort against IFK Norrkoping, unfortunately in the first Swedish Cup final of our clubs 113 year history, we fell short, losing 2-1 after conceding in the 93rd minute. Following the loss I reminded the media, fans, and players that what we did was still extremely special. We have now moved ourselves into 2nd in the table after 12 of 30 league matches, and continue our push for promotion. What a fun save so far.
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2024.05.15 17:55 Inensen Is my relationship over? How to tell the kids?
Heads up: this is long and I don’t know what I am asking. Maybe writing this down was some sort of therapy or at least a way to get some of my thoughts in order. I am always appreciative of some perspective.
So, the scary and ugly words that may define the end of a relationship era have been said…”Maybe we should just call it quits then”. I am very sad for the kids and our family and mostly worry about how we should tell this to our older kid (6). This will be devastating for them.
Some context: My partner (M38) and I (F43) are together for 12 years, not married, two young children (6 & 2). We both work full-time, have a house and lead a fairly average and busy life. We don’t live in our home country, which we left 12 years ago, and have been living abroad ever since (different countries). So, we’ve been through a lot together and had plenty of good and some challenging times. Also, we don’t have any family support in the country we call home now.
Our challenges started a while ago, got better for a long time (we decided to buy a house and had a second child that is now 2) and now we are back to bad. This was seriously creeping up on me and I am very confused about the overall up and down of my partner perceiving our relationship as good or bad. I am a fighter and tend to want to work on things as I don’t assume it will be easy breezy without putting in the effort. He, I don’t know, may be done putting any effort into the relationship or is not willing to put the right amount in, as he hopes to get away with little to no fighting.
Going back to the beginning of the pandemic, about 2 years after the birth of our older child, he told me he wants to leave me as he didn’t think that our relationship was good or loving enough and he couldn’t take it anymore. We decided to do couples counselling and worked, amongst others, on our communication, which appeared to be an issue. Our relationship improved and I started working on some personal challenges that stem from my childhood.
Our upbringing was quite different. He is the only child of a single mum. His stepdad has been part of his life since he was about 3 years old. His stepdad used to (now retired) work in a different city so was only around on weekends and during holidays. His mum is loving and easy-going, and his stepdad and mum have a great relationship. However, despite his mum and stepdad getting along incredibly well, my partner always had a somewhat challenging relationship with his stepdad as he was never too keen to take on the father role and was rather strict. My parents on the other hand are emotionally very immature and there was plenty of emotional neglect and, at times, emotional abuse. Because of this I have issues classifying and understanding my emotions, asking for support, confidence and self-worth.
Because of my upbringing and because I absolutely love and adore my children, it is very important to me to be patient and take the gentle parenting approach whenever possible. Admittedly, this doesn’t always work out as I have my limits and the kids can be a handful. My partner on the other hand, albeit a very great and loving dad, is much stricter, works a lot with consequences and doesn’t tolerate unruly children. Personally, I have no problem if both parents follow a different strategy if it’s complimentary, which I thought our parenting is. My partner, however, thinks otherwise and told me that the challenges with our kids are because of my parenting style and because I don’t have them under control. They are great children and do exactly what I expect children their age would do at times: fight for independence, have toddler manners and tantrums, are terrible at listening after a long day of school and are naughty at times. For the longest time, I thought that our parenting styles align pretty nicely, now it’s a major issue for my partner that I have different opinions on how to treat our children.
Another issue that keeps popping are chores and me asking him to do certain things, while he wants to the things when he wants to do them, not when I ask him to. In his mind, I am giving him orders. In my mind, I simply want to share the workload and want to be able to rely on him. Some contexts. It’s important to me to share household and childcare chores and we follow a, more or less, 50/50 approach (mental workload is still mostly on me though). We are both working full time and because my role is more senior, I am earning a decent amount more than him. He, however, has assets from his parents. Sometimes when I see that X needs to be done and I am on my way out to get the kids, I ask him if he can do X. When I come home and still have to do it myself, I can’t help it but I am disappointed. I try to communicate my emotions clearly, which is a hit and miss on how it’s perceived. I learned that expressing my disappointment about him not doing X is a miss, as he considers this an attack and shoots back that he is frustrated and annoyed with me giving him orders and then being disappointed in him.
And now the good old physical connection. We never had the most elaborate sex life. Pretty vanilla and never the amount he would have liked. Due to my upbringing, I don’t need physical touch to feel well (I love hugging my children though and do it often). Since I rarely got affection growing up, a bit of hugging goes a long way for me, and I don’t tend to crave it. In contrast, he likes hand holding, touching, hugging etc. In the past, our therapist suggested that I simply initiate a hug once a day, which worked for quite a while. Fast forward, busy lives combined with plenty of sick days for most of the fall and winter, there wasn’t a lot of physical connection between us. However, what bugs me is that he complains that he misses it but rarely initiates. I don’t understand. I never turn down a hug and it’s usually me who asks for sex.
Overall, he is a great person and partner, and fantastic dad with his own issues that he doesn’t seem to be fully aware of. Even though he appears very confident, he isn’t. He is constantly seeking praise and confirmation, and often thinks that the ‘the grass is greener on the other side’. He rarely sees the error in himself and thinks that his way is the right way. He is also almost obsessed with being happy. Therefore, he can’t handle when I am a little down and tells me I am bipolar. I have moody spells when I am getting my period and lately work has thrown me some curveballs. But overall, I feel I am in decent mental shape most of the time, especially considering that I broke off the contact my parents about 10 months ago and I am working through some childhood trauma. I am proud of the discoveries and progress I’ve made. For him, it’s not good enough. He doesn’t like thoughtful me that isn’t smiling all the time with sun shining out of my ass.
Somebody saying or implying that I am not good enough or not meet their expectations is a bit of a trigger for me ( which he knows), as my mother constantly criticized me for all sort of stuff.
He smokes a decent amount of grass, because it is helping him relax and be more chill with the kids. I wonder if this has changed his perception, memory for sure and contributes to overinterpreting certain things.
All I really want is not to be put down and compared to my mother, and being accepted by my partner for the person I am, with all the good and the bad.
I thought we have a beautiful family and amazing kids. I worry about how to tell my kids and how to handle this moving forward. Is there hope?
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So, the scary and ugly words that may define the end of a relationship era have been said…”Maybe we should just call it quits then”. I am very sad for the kids and our family and mostly worry about how we should tell this to our older kid (6). This will be devastating for them.
Some context: My partner (M38) and I (F43) are together for 12 years, not married, two young children (6 & 2). We both work full-time, have a house and lead a fairly average and busy life. We don’t live in our home country, which we left 12 years ago, and have been living abroad ever since (different countries). So, we’ve been through a lot together and had plenty of good and some challenging times. Also, we don’t have any family support in the country we call home now.
Our challenges started a while ago, got better for a long time (we decided to buy a house and had a second child that is now 2) and now we are back to bad. This was seriously creeping up on me and I am very confused about the overall up and down of my partner perceiving our relationship as good or bad. I am a fighter and tend to want to work on things as I don’t assume it will be easy breezy without putting in the effort. He, I don’t know, may be done putting any effort into the relationship or is not willing to put the right amount in, as he hopes to get away with little to no fighting.
Going back to the beginning of the pandemic, about 2 years after the birth of our older child, he told me he wants to leave me as he didn’t think that our relationship was good or loving enough and he couldn’t take it anymore. We decided to do couples counselling and worked, amongst others, on our communication, which appeared to be an issue. Our relationship improved and I started working on some personal challenges that stem from my childhood.
Our upbringing was quite different. He is the only child of a single mum. His stepdad has been part of his life since he was about 3 years old. His stepdad used to (now retired) work in a different city so was only around on weekends and during holidays. His mum is loving and easy-going, and his stepdad and mum have a great relationship. However, despite his mum and stepdad getting along incredibly well, my partner always had a somewhat challenging relationship with his stepdad as he was never too keen to take on the father role and was rather strict. My parents on the other hand are emotionally very immature and there was plenty of emotional neglect and, at times, emotional abuse. Because of this I have issues classifying and understanding my emotions, asking for support, confidence and self-worth.
Because of my upbringing and because I absolutely love and adore my children, it is very important to me to be patient and take the gentle parenting approach whenever possible. Admittedly, this doesn’t always work out as I have my limits and the kids can be a handful. My partner on the other hand, albeit a very great and loving dad, is much stricter, works a lot with consequences and doesn’t tolerate unruly children. Personally, I have no problem if both parents follow a different strategy if it’s complimentary, which I thought our parenting is. My partner, however, thinks otherwise and told me that the challenges with our kids are because of my parenting style and because I don’t have them under control. They are great children and do exactly what I expect children their age would do at times: fight for independence, have toddler manners and tantrums, are terrible at listening after a long day of school and are naughty at times. For the longest time, I thought that our parenting styles align pretty nicely, now it’s a major issue for my partner that I have different opinions on how to treat our children.
Another issue that keeps popping are chores and me asking him to do certain things, while he wants to the things when he wants to do them, not when I ask him to. In his mind, I am giving him orders. In my mind, I simply want to share the workload and want to be able to rely on him. Some contexts. It’s important to me to share household and childcare chores and we follow a, more or less, 50/50 approach (mental workload is still mostly on me though). We are both working full time and because my role is more senior, I am earning a decent amount more than him. He, however, has assets from his parents. Sometimes when I see that X needs to be done and I am on my way out to get the kids, I ask him if he can do X. When I come home and still have to do it myself, I can’t help it but I am disappointed. I try to communicate my emotions clearly, which is a hit and miss on how it’s perceived. I learned that expressing my disappointment about him not doing X is a miss, as he considers this an attack and shoots back that he is frustrated and annoyed with me giving him orders and then being disappointed in him.
And now the good old physical connection. We never had the most elaborate sex life. Pretty vanilla and never the amount he would have liked. Due to my upbringing, I don’t need physical touch to feel well (I love hugging my children though and do it often). Since I rarely got affection growing up, a bit of hugging goes a long way for me, and I don’t tend to crave it. In contrast, he likes hand holding, touching, hugging etc. In the past, our therapist suggested that I simply initiate a hug once a day, which worked for quite a while. Fast forward, busy lives combined with plenty of sick days for most of the fall and winter, there wasn’t a lot of physical connection between us. However, what bugs me is that he complains that he misses it but rarely initiates. I don’t understand. I never turn down a hug and it’s usually me who asks for sex.
Overall, he is a great person and partner, and fantastic dad with his own issues that he doesn’t seem to be fully aware of. Even though he appears very confident, he isn’t. He is constantly seeking praise and confirmation, and often thinks that the ‘the grass is greener on the other side’. He rarely sees the error in himself and thinks that his way is the right way. He is also almost obsessed with being happy. Therefore, he can’t handle when I am a little down and tells me I am bipolar. I have moody spells when I am getting my period and lately work has thrown me some curveballs. But overall, I feel I am in decent mental shape most of the time, especially considering that I broke off the contact my parents about 10 months ago and I am working through some childhood trauma. I am proud of the discoveries and progress I’ve made. For him, it’s not good enough. He doesn’t like thoughtful me that isn’t smiling all the time with sun shining out of my ass.
Somebody saying or implying that I am not good enough or not meet their expectations is a bit of a trigger for me ( which he knows), as my mother constantly criticized me for all sort of stuff.
He smokes a decent amount of grass, because it is helping him relax and be more chill with the kids. I wonder if this has changed his perception, memory for sure and contributes to overinterpreting certain things.
All I really want is not to be put down and compared to my mother, and being accepted by my partner for the person I am, with all the good and the bad.
I thought we have a beautiful family and amazing kids. I worry about how to tell my kids and how to handle this moving forward. Is there hope?
2024.05.15 17:53 Rambooctpuss Album Bucket List Favorite Albums By Genre: What's Your Favorite Movie Score?
edit: let's try this again I messed up the title on the first try sorry for the confusion!
70's Alt Rock -King Crimson-Lark's Tongue In Aspic
80's Alt Rock - Talking Heads-Remain In Light
90's Alt Rock- Nirvana- Never mind
2000's Alt Rock-The Strokes-Is This It
2010's Alt Rock Tame Impala-Lonerism
Alt Country -Wilco-Summerteeth
Alt Hip Hop-MF Doom- Mad villainy
Art Rock-Dark Side Of The Moon-Pink Floyd
Brit Rock- The Clash- London Calling
College Rock-REM-Murmur
Emo Rock-My Chemical Romance-Welcome To The Black Parade
Experimental Rock-Swans-To Be Kind
Goth-The Cure Disintegration
Grunge- Soundgarden-Superunknown
Hardcore Punk- Black Flag- Damaged
Heavy Metal-Black Sabbath-Paranoid
60's Hard Rock-Led Zeppelin I
70's Hard rock-Led Zeppelin-Physical Graffiti
80's Hard Rock- AC/DC-Back In Black
90's Hard Rock-Nirvana-In Utero
2000's Hard Rock-Queens Of The Stone Age-Songs For The Deaf
2010's ˙Hard Rock- Tool-Fear Inoculum
Indie Rock-Joy Division-Unknown Pleasures
Indie Folk-Big Thief-Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You
Lo-Fi-Neutral Milk Hotel-In The Aeroplane Over The Sea
New Wave-Elvis Costello-This Year's Model
Progressive Rock- Tool- Lateralus
Punk- Ramones-Rocket To Russia
pop punk-Green Day-Dookie
Post Punk- Wire- Pink Flag
Shoegaze-My Bloody Valentine-Loveless
Blues-Nina Simone-Sings The Blues
Blues Rock-The Rolling Stones-Sticky Fingers
Avant Garde- Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band-Trout Mask Replica
Baroque Pop-The Beach Boys-Pet Sounds
Symphonic Rock-Moody Blues-Days Of Future Past
Comedy/Novelty album-Adam Sandler-They're All Gonna Laugh At You
Stand Up Comedy-George Carlin-Back In Town
Americana-The Band-The Band
Bakersfield Sound-Buck Owens-Best Of Buck Owens
Bluegrass-Old & In The Way-That High Lonesome Sound
Outlaw Country-Willie Nelson-Redheaded Stranger
Classic Country-Johnny Cash-Live At Folsom Prison
Country Rock- The Flying Burrito Brothers-The Gilded Palace Of Sin
Dance/Club-LCD Soundsystem- This Is Happening
Christmas /Holiday Album-Vince Gauralidi-A Charlie Brown Christmas
EMD/Techno-Burial-Untrue
Ambient-Brian Eno-Music For Airports
Electronic Rock-Radiohead-Kid A
Space Rock- Spiritualized- Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space
Synthpop-Depeche Mode-Violator
Synthrock- New Order-Power, Corruption and Lies
Industrial-Nine Inch Nails-The Downward Spiral
Krautrock- Can-Tago Mago
Folk-Bob Dylan-The Freewillin' Bob Dylan
Folk Rock-Bob Dylan-Blood On The Tracks
Southern Rock-The Allman Brothers Band-At Fillmore East
80's Hip Hop-The Beastie Boys-Paul's Boutique
90's- Hip Hop Wu-Tang Clan-Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
2000's Hip Hop-Outkast- Stankonia
2010's Hip Hop-Kendrick Lamar-To Pimp A Butterfly
2020's Hip Hop-Run The Jewels-RTJ 4
East Coast Hip Hop- Nas- Illmatic
West Coast Hip Hop-NWA-Straight Outta Compton
Southern Hip Hop-Outkast -Aquemini
Midwest Album-Kanye West-My Dark Twisted Fantasy
Trap-Travis Sott-Rodeo
Instrumental Hip Hop- DJ Shadow- Endtroducing....
Indie Pop-Belle And Sebastian-If You're Feeling Sinister
Noise Rock-Sonic Youth-Daydream Nation
Post-rock- Godspeed! You Black Emperor-Lift Your Skinny Fist Like Antennas To Heaven
Acid Jazz- Medeski ,Martin, and Wood -Shack-Man
Trip Hop -Portishead- Dummy
Gospel -Aretha Franklin-Amazing Grace
Christian- Sufjan Stevens -Illnoise
Jazz-Miles Davis-Kind Of Blue
Avant Garde Jazz-Ornette Coleman-Shape To Jazz To Come
Swing/Bebop-Art Blakey & The Jazz Messengers-Art Blakey's Jazz Messengers w/Thelonious Monk
Jazz/Fusion-Miles Davis-In A Silent Way
Jazz Rock-Miles Davis-Bitches Brew
Jazz/Funk-Herbie Hancock-Head Hunters
Jazz/Rap-A tribe Called Quest-The Low End Theory
Latin- Los Lobos-Kiko
Speed Metal/Thrash- Metallica- Master Of Puppets
Black/Death Metal-Deafheaven-Sunbather
Symphonic Metal-Haken-The Mountain
Glam Rock -T.Rex-Electric Warrior
Hair Metal-Guns N Roses-Appetite For Destruction
New Wave Of British Heavy Metal-Iron Maiden- Number Of The Beast
Sludge-Electric Wizard- Dopethron
Nu Metal-Korn-Korn
New Age-Popol Vuh - Hosianna Mantra
Pop-Prince-Sign O' The Times
60's Pop- The Beatles-Revolver
70's Pop- Carole King-Tapestry
80's Pop- Peter Gabriel-So
90's Pop-Madonna-Ray Of Light
2000's Pop-Madonna-Confessions On A Dance Floor
2010's pop-Robyn-Body Talk
2020's Pop- Perfume Genius-Set My Heart On Fire
Adult Contemporary- Billy Joel-The Stranger
Europop- ABBA- Arrival
Latin Pop-Ruben Y Seis Del Solar-Buscando America
Dance Pop-Dee-Lite-World Clique
Dream Pop- Mazzy Star-So Tonight I Might See
Power Pop- Weezer-Blue Album
R&B- Marvin Gaye-What's Going On
60's R&B-Aretha Franklin-I Never Loved A Man The Way I Loved You
70's R&B- Stevie Wonder- Songs In The Key Of Life
80's R&B- Janet Jackson- Control
90's R&B Album- Lauryn Hill-The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill
2000's R&B- D'Angelo-Voodoo
2010's-R&B-Beyonce-Lemonade
2020's R&B- SZA-SOS
Disco-Donna Summers-Bad Girls
Doo Wop- The Chantels- We Are The Chantels
Funk-Funkadelic-Maggot Brain
Motown- Marvin Gaye-Let's Get It On
Neo-Soul-Erykah Badu-Baduizm
Psychedelic Soul- Curtis Mayfield-Curtis
Soul-Aretha Franklin-Lady Soul
Reggae-Bob Marley- Exodus
Ska-The Specials-The Specials
Swing Revival-Big Bad Voodoo Daddy-Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
Rock N Roll-The Rolling Stones-Exile On Main Street
Acid Rock- Jimi Hendrix- Are You Experienced
Arena Rock-Boston-Boston
Cock Rock-Van Halen I
Math Rock-Slint-Spiderland
Stoner Rock-Kyuss-Welcome To Sky Valley
Jam Band- Grateful Dead-American Beauty
SingeSongwriter- Neil Young-Harvest
Surf Rock-The Beach Boys-Shut Down Vol II
Soft Rock/Yacht Rock-Steely Dan-Aja
Movie Soundtrack-Singles
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70's Alt Rock -King Crimson-Lark's Tongue In Aspic
80's Alt Rock - Talking Heads-Remain In Light
90's Alt Rock- Nirvana- Never mind
2000's Alt Rock-The Strokes-Is This It
2010's Alt Rock Tame Impala-Lonerism
Alt Country -Wilco-Summerteeth
Alt Hip Hop-MF Doom- Mad villainy
Art Rock-Dark Side Of The Moon-Pink Floyd
Brit Rock- The Clash- London Calling
College Rock-REM-Murmur
Emo Rock-My Chemical Romance-Welcome To The Black Parade
Experimental Rock-Swans-To Be Kind
Goth-The Cure Disintegration
Grunge- Soundgarden-Superunknown
Hardcore Punk- Black Flag- Damaged
Heavy Metal-Black Sabbath-Paranoid
60's Hard Rock-Led Zeppelin I
70's Hard rock-Led Zeppelin-Physical Graffiti
80's Hard Rock- AC/DC-Back In Black
90's Hard Rock-Nirvana-In Utero
2000's Hard Rock-Queens Of The Stone Age-Songs For The Deaf
2010's ˙Hard Rock- Tool-Fear Inoculum
Indie Rock-Joy Division-Unknown Pleasures
Indie Folk-Big Thief-Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You
Lo-Fi-Neutral Milk Hotel-In The Aeroplane Over The Sea
New Wave-Elvis Costello-This Year's Model
Progressive Rock- Tool- Lateralus
Punk- Ramones-Rocket To Russia
pop punk-Green Day-Dookie
Post Punk- Wire- Pink Flag
Shoegaze-My Bloody Valentine-Loveless
Blues-Nina Simone-Sings The Blues
Blues Rock-The Rolling Stones-Sticky Fingers
Avant Garde- Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band-Trout Mask Replica
Baroque Pop-The Beach Boys-Pet Sounds
Symphonic Rock-Moody Blues-Days Of Future Past
Comedy/Novelty album-Adam Sandler-They're All Gonna Laugh At You
Stand Up Comedy-George Carlin-Back In Town
Americana-The Band-The Band
Bakersfield Sound-Buck Owens-Best Of Buck Owens
Bluegrass-Old & In The Way-That High Lonesome Sound
Outlaw Country-Willie Nelson-Redheaded Stranger
Classic Country-Johnny Cash-Live At Folsom Prison
Country Rock- The Flying Burrito Brothers-The Gilded Palace Of Sin
Dance/Club-LCD Soundsystem- This Is Happening
Christmas /Holiday Album-Vince Gauralidi-A Charlie Brown Christmas
EMD/Techno-Burial-Untrue
Ambient-Brian Eno-Music For Airports
Electronic Rock-Radiohead-Kid A
Space Rock- Spiritualized- Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space
Synthpop-Depeche Mode-Violator
Synthrock- New Order-Power, Corruption and Lies
Industrial-Nine Inch Nails-The Downward Spiral
Krautrock- Can-Tago Mago
Folk-Bob Dylan-The Freewillin' Bob Dylan
Folk Rock-Bob Dylan-Blood On The Tracks
Southern Rock-The Allman Brothers Band-At Fillmore East
80's Hip Hop-The Beastie Boys-Paul's Boutique
90's- Hip Hop Wu-Tang Clan-Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
2000's Hip Hop-Outkast- Stankonia
2010's Hip Hop-Kendrick Lamar-To Pimp A Butterfly
2020's Hip Hop-Run The Jewels-RTJ 4
East Coast Hip Hop- Nas- Illmatic
West Coast Hip Hop-NWA-Straight Outta Compton
Southern Hip Hop-Outkast -Aquemini
Midwest Album-Kanye West-My Dark Twisted Fantasy
Trap-Travis Sott-Rodeo
Instrumental Hip Hop- DJ Shadow- Endtroducing....
Indie Pop-Belle And Sebastian-If You're Feeling Sinister
Noise Rock-Sonic Youth-Daydream Nation
Post-rock- Godspeed! You Black Emperor-Lift Your Skinny Fist Like Antennas To Heaven
Acid Jazz- Medeski ,Martin, and Wood -Shack-Man
Trip Hop -Portishead- Dummy
Gospel -Aretha Franklin-Amazing Grace
Christian- Sufjan Stevens -Illnoise
Jazz-Miles Davis-Kind Of Blue
Avant Garde Jazz-Ornette Coleman-Shape To Jazz To Come
Swing/Bebop-Art Blakey & The Jazz Messengers-Art Blakey's Jazz Messengers w/Thelonious Monk
Jazz/Fusion-Miles Davis-In A Silent Way
Jazz Rock-Miles Davis-Bitches Brew
Jazz/Funk-Herbie Hancock-Head Hunters
Jazz/Rap-A tribe Called Quest-The Low End Theory
Latin- Los Lobos-Kiko
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Hair Metal-Guns N Roses-Appetite For Destruction
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New Age-Popol Vuh - Hosianna Mantra
Pop-Prince-Sign O' The Times
60's Pop- The Beatles-Revolver
70's Pop- Carole King-Tapestry
80's Pop- Peter Gabriel-So
90's Pop-Madonna-Ray Of Light
2000's Pop-Madonna-Confessions On A Dance Floor
2010's pop-Robyn-Body Talk
2020's Pop- Perfume Genius-Set My Heart On Fire
Adult Contemporary- Billy Joel-The Stranger
Europop- ABBA- Arrival
Latin Pop-Ruben Y Seis Del Solar-Buscando America
Dance Pop-Dee-Lite-World Clique
Dream Pop- Mazzy Star-So Tonight I Might See
Power Pop- Weezer-Blue Album
R&B- Marvin Gaye-What's Going On
60's R&B-Aretha Franklin-I Never Loved A Man The Way I Loved You
70's R&B- Stevie Wonder- Songs In The Key Of Life
80's R&B- Janet Jackson- Control
90's R&B Album- Lauryn Hill-The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill
2000's R&B- D'Angelo-Voodoo
2010's-R&B-Beyonce-Lemonade
2020's R&B- SZA-SOS
Disco-Donna Summers-Bad Girls
Doo Wop- The Chantels- We Are The Chantels
Funk-Funkadelic-Maggot Brain
Motown- Marvin Gaye-Let's Get It On
Neo-Soul-Erykah Badu-Baduizm
Psychedelic Soul- Curtis Mayfield-Curtis
Soul-Aretha Franklin-Lady Soul
Reggae-Bob Marley- Exodus
Ska-The Specials-The Specials
Swing Revival-Big Bad Voodoo Daddy-Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
Rock N Roll-The Rolling Stones-Exile On Main Street
Acid Rock- Jimi Hendrix- Are You Experienced
Arena Rock-Boston-Boston
Cock Rock-Van Halen I
Math Rock-Slint-Spiderland
Stoner Rock-Kyuss-Welcome To Sky Valley
Jam Band- Grateful Dead-American Beauty
SingeSongwriter- Neil Young-Harvest
Surf Rock-The Beach Boys-Shut Down Vol II
Soft Rock/Yacht Rock-Steely Dan-Aja
Movie Soundtrack-Singles
2024.05.15 17:53 SkidMania420 Chambers The Outlaw (FPS) Game Review (2 / 10) [Free to Play @ Steam]
Full Video Review: https://youtu.be/-o8CLdvcRsY
Words Review: (2 / 10) This is Chambers: The Outlaw, a free to play slice of an upcoming game called Chambers. It's a wild west / western FPS game with some RPG elements and it has amazing old school PS1 style graphics with an awesome western style soundtrack.
That's about it for the good stuff. Now on to the bad, also known as the rest. I played this for over an hour and really hated it by the end. I did not beat the game because I hated it so much.
So first up is the aiming in this. It's really bad and there is no aiming crosshair in the game, it's not even an option to add one - which is odd because the developer needed to use one and you can tell because it shows in the animated gifs on the Steam store page. Normally you could get used to having no crosshair but in this game your arms will also swing around every time you move the mouse and it seems to throw your aim off even further.
While you won't have any crosshairs at all, the enemies will have sporadic crosshairs appear on part of their body which for a while I thought was me getting an aim on them with the gun but apparently is not that at all, they seem to have no purpose at all other than being annoying.
The guns seem authentic to the wild west but they must have been built in Hyrule because they break every few shots and then you end up collecting a large bag of valuable guns that will weigh you down to the point of not being able to move. You can toss them on the ground I guess, but then you are throwing away big bucks because items are supposedly worth money in this game and the guns especially.
There is no run either, you will be walking a lot unless you ride your horse, but you can't even do a quick sprint. The shift button seems to cause your character to crouch and then put his chest on the ground and try to bulldoze forward a bit, it's really stupid and terrible. If you want to go faster than walking you need a horse - but the horse will spawn on the rooftop of buildings and be inaccessible. All you can do is put it out of your misery with a bullet to the face.
The enemies are intellectually disabled to the max and will forget they are in battle during battle, will walk and get stuck on walls, corners, they will mount walls and dead bodies as if they were walls and not care about consecutive shots to the head.
Fighting the enemies also sucks because they have very good aim when they aren't braindead and one thing that is a huge piss off is when you get shot the "bullet hit" effect is so large and in your face that it blinds and during this blinded effect the game even goes into a mini slow-mo. It's very frustrating and puts you in danger of further damage since you often won't even know who's shooting at you.
You get a map eventually and that's great, it's got a fast travel ability which helps a lot with travel. One thing that is very weird is that your character will walk over mountains as if they are flat surfaces while using the fast travel and if you close the map you will actually be standing on top of a mountain that would normally be impossible to get up.
There are so many things wrong with this game. I hope they improve the full version by a lot before it comes out. I really want to like this game, it looks amazing visually and sounds great for the most part but this is not tagged as Early Access so it makes me worried about the full version. If it's like this I definitely won't be playing it.
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Words Review: (2 / 10) This is Chambers: The Outlaw, a free to play slice of an upcoming game called Chambers. It's a wild west / western FPS game with some RPG elements and it has amazing old school PS1 style graphics with an awesome western style soundtrack.
That's about it for the good stuff. Now on to the bad, also known as the rest. I played this for over an hour and really hated it by the end. I did not beat the game because I hated it so much.
So first up is the aiming in this. It's really bad and there is no aiming crosshair in the game, it's not even an option to add one - which is odd because the developer needed to use one and you can tell because it shows in the animated gifs on the Steam store page. Normally you could get used to having no crosshair but in this game your arms will also swing around every time you move the mouse and it seems to throw your aim off even further.
While you won't have any crosshairs at all, the enemies will have sporadic crosshairs appear on part of their body which for a while I thought was me getting an aim on them with the gun but apparently is not that at all, they seem to have no purpose at all other than being annoying.
The guns seem authentic to the wild west but they must have been built in Hyrule because they break every few shots and then you end up collecting a large bag of valuable guns that will weigh you down to the point of not being able to move. You can toss them on the ground I guess, but then you are throwing away big bucks because items are supposedly worth money in this game and the guns especially.
There is no run either, you will be walking a lot unless you ride your horse, but you can't even do a quick sprint. The shift button seems to cause your character to crouch and then put his chest on the ground and try to bulldoze forward a bit, it's really stupid and terrible. If you want to go faster than walking you need a horse - but the horse will spawn on the rooftop of buildings and be inaccessible. All you can do is put it out of your misery with a bullet to the face.
The enemies are intellectually disabled to the max and will forget they are in battle during battle, will walk and get stuck on walls, corners, they will mount walls and dead bodies as if they were walls and not care about consecutive shots to the head.
Fighting the enemies also sucks because they have very good aim when they aren't braindead and one thing that is a huge piss off is when you get shot the "bullet hit" effect is so large and in your face that it blinds and during this blinded effect the game even goes into a mini slow-mo. It's very frustrating and puts you in danger of further damage since you often won't even know who's shooting at you.
You get a map eventually and that's great, it's got a fast travel ability which helps a lot with travel. One thing that is very weird is that your character will walk over mountains as if they are flat surfaces while using the fast travel and if you close the map you will actually be standing on top of a mountain that would normally be impossible to get up.
There are so many things wrong with this game. I hope they improve the full version by a lot before it comes out. I really want to like this game, it looks amazing visually and sounds great for the most part but this is not tagged as Early Access so it makes me worried about the full version. If it's like this I definitely won't be playing it.
2024.05.15 17:53 stupidandunfortunate Ultrasound results came back with something; further testing required. As an extremely anxious person, how do I be, well, not nervous??
For a few years, (2-3) I have been experiencing seemingly inconsistent pelvic pain. I had brought this to the attention of my doctor a few years ago, but because I have IBS, and the pain was inconsistent, and it hadn't been that long since it began, they suggested I should try to track it a little more, and if once I get a handle on it/if it becomes worse, I can get an ultrasound done. It was around the pandemic, I wasn't so crazy to get into a medical office for no reason, so I complied, and I really did agree that was a better course of action than me jumping to conclusions.
In the last few years, I have experienced that pain more frequently, yet still inconsistently, and it felt like it may be exacerbated by sexual activity and with high alcohol consumption, which still didn't help me. Now both are virtually absent from my life, and the pain is still recurring, more frequently even, and seemingly not having to do with when I menstruate, though it has also felt like my periods may be becoming more painful--relevant or not, I don't know.
Doctor agreed that the bloating/pressure I feel around my pelvis isn't normal. I got an ultrasound done. He said there seems to be two somethings on my right ovary, but he really can't say what, could be a cyst, could be endometriosis, but he agrees the pain isn't normal, and I need further testing. He referred me for a gyno and for an MRI, though I know how reluctant he has been to send me to a gyno before despite other, kind of serious concerns, because of what I assume is the high demand and shortage of gynos in Ontario, CA.
I have been trying to feel calm about this, and I am really not jumping to conclusions, but I definitely can't ignore what he told me it could be, and I really can't find much about cysts that is making me understand what this all could be. I have no clue when I will get the MRI or gyno visit, again given our very limited available healthcare, and I have severe anxiety as is, and anything having to do with my reproductive health really freaks me out, but the more I think about how long it is taking, the more nervous I am getting--my chest feels like it's gonna explode :,)
I am not seeking a diagnosis by any means at all, but what should I at least keep my mind open to this being about? Do cysts really lurk around for so long? Is there anything I can at least wrap my head around or understand about this, good, bad, or the ugly?
Your advice is appreciated.
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In the last few years, I have experienced that pain more frequently, yet still inconsistently, and it felt like it may be exacerbated by sexual activity and with high alcohol consumption, which still didn't help me. Now both are virtually absent from my life, and the pain is still recurring, more frequently even, and seemingly not having to do with when I menstruate, though it has also felt like my periods may be becoming more painful--relevant or not, I don't know.
Doctor agreed that the bloating/pressure I feel around my pelvis isn't normal. I got an ultrasound done. He said there seems to be two somethings on my right ovary, but he really can't say what, could be a cyst, could be endometriosis, but he agrees the pain isn't normal, and I need further testing. He referred me for a gyno and for an MRI, though I know how reluctant he has been to send me to a gyno before despite other, kind of serious concerns, because of what I assume is the high demand and shortage of gynos in Ontario, CA.
I have been trying to feel calm about this, and I am really not jumping to conclusions, but I definitely can't ignore what he told me it could be, and I really can't find much about cysts that is making me understand what this all could be. I have no clue when I will get the MRI or gyno visit, again given our very limited available healthcare, and I have severe anxiety as is, and anything having to do with my reproductive health really freaks me out, but the more I think about how long it is taking, the more nervous I am getting--my chest feels like it's gonna explode :,)
I am not seeking a diagnosis by any means at all, but what should I at least keep my mind open to this being about? Do cysts really lurk around for so long? Is there anything I can at least wrap my head around or understand about this, good, bad, or the ugly?
Your advice is appreciated.
2024.05.15 17:53 BornLuckiest Are you wearing your Tinfoil Tuxedo and Top Hat? Renaissance Tech acquires $12.5mn shares in Gamestop, and Jim Simons dies! 👀
 | So, you probably wont have heard of Renaissance Technologies (aka RenTec), perhaps one of the original Quantative HFT Hedge Funds, established in 1982. submitted by BornLuckiest to Superstonk [link] [comments] Well, they invested $12.5mn in Gamestop, but it doesn't stop there. Their signature Medallion fund is famed for the best record in investing history. Sources: Cover Page 13F-HR for Renaissance Technologies Breakdown of Holdings for Jan to Mar 24 (Cover Page above) <-- search this link for Gamestop, and you'll find 1,004,958 shares in sole ownership (not beneficial ownership) and with full voting rights, meaning they are not lent out for shorting. You'll notice this is "NEW" investment, and it's not present in the previous filing, despite them having many investments in other gaming companies (as they obviously see Gaming as a huge growth area.) Gamestop (GME) 1,004,958 Class A Shares worth $12,582,000 Previous Source: Breakdown of Holdings for Oct to Dec 23 <-- no matter how much you search you wont find Gamestop in here. THIS IS HUGE!I could stop this post right here, because this alone is enough for a huge discussion and debate, but there's been something niggling my Spidey-senses, but we'll come to that in a bit.First, let me tell you why this huge; Dr Jim Simons isn't just the founder of some random High Frequency Trading (HFT) Investment fund. He's like the inventor of it all, if you'd like to learn more then read "The Quants: How a new Breed of Math Wizzes Conquered Wall Street and Nearly Destroyed It" (Try and find it in an old book shop rather than using Amazon though - be smart - know your enemy!) Anyhow this legend has more weight and is arguably more respected in finance circles than Michael Burry, (that's the guy from the Movie "The Big Short") and we all know Burry bought into Gamestop in 2019, BEFORE Ryan Cohen. The buzz about Michael Burry buying in had Roaring Kitty (aka DFV) and Ryan Cohen so excited, that they both increased their positions considerably. This guy, is the godfather of wall-street, with the most successful investment fund EVER (Medallion) and the company that runs the Medallion fund, invests a huge amount ($12,582,000) into Gamestop, and on the day it's announced, Roaring Kitty comes back to life?! (...this ain't no Cohensidence!) Jim Simons Assuming Roaring Kitty's had a silence agreement in place for 3-years, then if you look at the detail, that silence order should/would have ended weeks ago. So, if you believe he was silenced, and if you have been following his Twitter, then that seems to be apparent. Then he chose his moment, you can see how he's been preparing for the last 3-years, and he timed his play. DO YOU SEE HOW HUGE THIS IS?So, don't get distracted, 'member this; RenTec are long Gamestop - from what I can see, they have not lent out the shares, they have SOLE voting authority and SOLE investment discretion.THE COLOMBO QUESTION: "EXCUSE ME DEAR APE... JUST BEFORE YOU GO"So, firstly, have you got your tinfoil ready to wrap around your head? ...because I know you all love this wild-speculation, it's like a cherry on top of a really amazing piece of news!These 13F-HR filings are required every 3-months. The deadline to file after each quarter is around 6-weeks after (42 days later than the reporting period end) to give them time to prepare the filings, etc. Generally, it only take a week or two to prepare these things, big companies have people dedicated to the role, and often these filings are given to dedicated clerks whose job it is to to cross the Ts and dot the Is of a semi-automated report before filing to the SEC. So within certain circles many people, are aware of the content. Once filed it takes a day or so to process, and you know there's a lot of revolving doors on Wall-street, so information travels fast, as that's the main currency of the economy. So this position, would have been made public to those in the know, you get me? That's not so wild, perhaps one would say, "fair speculation", right? 72 hours before this is made really "public" knowledge to the rest of the world, (when millions of ape eyes are all over Jim Simons, asking him questions) he dies. That's sad news. Now, yes, he's was old, 86, that's a good innings. Especially for poor people like us, but when your one of the richest and most powerful men in the world, that's actually is not that old! Just look at Charlie Monger (100yrs), Warren Buffet (93yrs), George Soros (93yrs), Rupert Murdoch (93yrs), Henry Kissinger (101yrs), etc. I don't need to bolster that argument; it's pretty much a fact money gives you good living, good food and good healthcare. Here his Jim giving an interview, just over a year ago: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUTaQvnwLzM It's worth a watch, really nice agreeable guy, a bit of a rebel, and he's got life in him, he liked breaking things, but he doesn't look like he's on death's door to me, but make your own mind up. No statement has been made by the family about how he died, but every good tinfoil wearing ape knows, if they want to "Clinton" you, they have ways. I do agree that pretty speculatory, but it's not hard to imagine that people with almost unlimited money and power can get rid of people who are going to be a spanner in the works of their plan, right? So, you know where I am going with the final stack of speculatory tinfoil theory; What actually happened to Jim Simons? Jim Simons (1938–2024) Rest In Peace Jim, but after all that has been said, he left us legacy; RENTEC are bullish on GME! 🦍🚀🌕 |
2024.05.15 17:51 garden_speech Proof that concussions can occur well under the purported 60-100g threshold
I feel like there’s some crazy irresponsible science flying around so I wanted to point to two references that make this point pretty cleanly.
The first study:
Measurement of Impact Acceleration: Mouthpiece Accelerometer Versus Helmet Accelerometer
This study finds that helmet mounted accelerometers grossly overestimate G forced experienced in a head impact, for honesty fairly intuitive reasons. The helmet is designed to reduce impact forces felt by the wearer, so naturally the helmet experiences higher G forces than the wearer. In their data, the average G force experienced by the headform and mouthpiece were about 100g, and the helmet mounted accelerometer experienced 200g. The helmet mounted accelerometer over-estimated impact force by 100g on average!
The second article:
Where g-force and gray matter meet
… uses helmet mounted sensors, that are within the cushioning of the helmet, and found that:
On the other hand, there is this paper:
Biomechanical Risk Estimates for Mild Traumatic Brain Injury
Which claims to use a helmet mounted accelerometer system which was validated:
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The first study:
Measurement of Impact Acceleration: Mouthpiece Accelerometer Versus Helmet Accelerometer
This study finds that helmet mounted accelerometers grossly overestimate G forced experienced in a head impact, for honesty fairly intuitive reasons. The helmet is designed to reduce impact forces felt by the wearer, so naturally the helmet experiences higher G forces than the wearer. In their data, the average G force experienced by the headform and mouthpiece were about 100g, and the helmet mounted accelerometer experienced 200g. The helmet mounted accelerometer over-estimated impact force by 100g on average!
The second article:
Where g-force and gray matter meet
… uses helmet mounted sensors, that are within the cushioning of the helmet, and found that:
His lab recorded thirteen concussions over five seasons. Six concussions came from hits at or below 85g.So here’s the thing, if someone can get badly concussed with an impact that measures 60g in a helmet mount that wildly overestimates G forces experienced by the wearer, then people can very clearly get concussed well under 60g.
In fact, one Carolina running back who was concussed at 60g had some of the worst symptoms recorded during the study.
On the other hand, there is this paper:
Biomechanical Risk Estimates for Mild Traumatic Brain Injury
Which claims to use a helmet mounted accelerometer system which was validated:
The HIT system has been subjected to numerous validation tests in which an instrumented helmet was placed on a Hybrid III dummy head-neck complex and struck at various impact locations, directions, and severity levels. Over 100 validation tests were conducted with the 2006 f-HMAS MxEncoder, which is substantially similar to the HIT system instrumentation package used by Virginia Tech in this study. The validation tests showed that the HIT system accurately reproduces the shape and magnitude of the resultant linear acceleration pulse measured by the accelerometers mounted at the center of gravity of the Hybrid III head. Estimates of the measurement error of the HIT system were obtained by linear regression of the validation data. Compared to the dummy instrumentation, the HIT system overestimated the peak head acceleration by 8% ± 11%So I guess maybe it depends specifically on the helmet system itself. If the above study is to be believed, some helmet mounted systems are fairly accurate, only over-estimating by ~10% or so.
2024.05.15 17:51 Difficult-Wave9729 Reality or Nightmare?
Do you ever have childhood nightmares or dreams? As for me, at a very young age, I always got nightmares whenever we watched something scary or even just a mention of ghosts. Where I grew up in the Philippines, there was this fantasy show that we watched as kids. Thinking about it now, it's kind of creepy. Whether it was about fairies or friendly ghosts, I still got creeped out and had nightmares about it. There was this nightmare of mine that traumatized me as a kid. You don't really remember your dreams until you're eating breakfast and it suddenly hits you that you had a nightmare before waking up. It's about this island. Imagine the town/island where the Teletubbies are. That one, but imagine it with brown grass instead of green, complete darkness instead of the baby sun, and instead of open space, it's filled with creepy trees. All I remember is running towards that forest and something chasing me. I couldn't look back and kept running. I could feel the trees snitching on my location until I stumbled over a big root of a massive tree.
There's a scratch on my knee and I can feel it sting. With my petite body and out-of-breath lungs, all I did was stare at my bleeding knees. I wasn't crying, but I know I was scared. *Dum...dum...dum.* I could hear it, not in my ears but in my heart. It seems like my heart is synchronizing to the vibration. I still don't know what's out there, but I know I should be running away from it. I saw a silhouette walking towards me slowly. It's big, but not giant big. I close my eyes and then suddenly I am awake, lying down straight like a person in a coffin.
I never talked to anyone about my nightmares. It's normal to have nightmares, but the people around me are saying that it's not normal for a kid to sleep straight like a dead body. I never really took it seriously. I kept having weird nightmares of running in a dark place again. I still don't know who's chasing me. When you are a kid, you have very vivid memories of what your childhood was like. Mine is filled with nightmares. I did still enjoy my childhood and yet still able to be a 'normal' kid. I had plenty of friends, played in the street, and did such fun things. I still feel like something is missing and I tend to mix up memories with dreams. When you are a kid, you have such wild imaginations that you think it is real, but once you turn into an adult, you think that it's impossible for that to happen in the real world. That is just one of the nightmares that stuck in my head and that something I still dream about.
I remember having this dream, or perhaps something happened? Until now, it still confuses me, but here's how it goes. I was playing with my cousins and some of our friends. It was in the middle of the night, maybe 8 or 9 PM? I know it was dark, with streetlights shining through the street. Living in the busiest city in the Philippines, you would still see a bunch of people outside. We were playing hide and seek. I was thankful that I was not 'it' this time. As the seeker counted to 10, we all spread around and found a place to hide.
I decided to hide behind a motorized tricycle, as we simply call them tricycles (just Google what it looks like). One of my friends came with me, but I told her to go away as I didn’t want to get found. She ran off and found another place to hide. I was chuckling, and I could still hear people around me talking and laughing, but in my mind, I just didn’t want to get caught.
I didn’t hide far away from where the seeker was; I could still hear him counting 'and… 10.' Suddenly, everything went quiet. I was quiet too, as I didn’t want him to find me first. I crouched back behind the motorized tricycle, and I could hear him walking far away from me. I sighed with relief. I heard that he found someone far away, as I heard one of my cousins scream in excitement because the seeker found her.
I chuckled.
I didn’t hear any footsteps, but I could see a shadow coming towards me as the tricycle was parked just below a lamppost. I slowly moved around to avoid being found, circling slowly and getting into the rhythm of the shadow. Now, there was a gap inside the motorcycle where I could see the other side. I slowly looked through the gap and, to my surprise, saw a figure looking at me. I got startled, but I didn’t scream. I stood up right away, and to my surprise, I was back there again, on that island.
The tricycle that was in front of me became a tree. Not just a tree, but a tree with massive roots that made me stumble in my previous dream. I was confused. Even now, as I think of it, I know it’s not a dream, but it's getting weirder. My first thought was 'Where are my friends?' The figure I saw earlier was gone. I got out from behind that tree and searched around the forest for an exit. As I was running, I could hear mumbling sounds. I was a kid, and my brain was controlling this stuff, so I went and followed the sounds. One sound seemed familiar—it was my friend's voice—but it seemed like something was stuck in her mouth; it was echoing through the forest.
As the sounds became clearer, my eyes couldn’t believe what I saw. My friends and cousins were tied to the trees, their mouths covered with tape. In my mind, I had to get out of there because I was scared as hell, but at the same time, I wanted to help them. I ran to my cousin first, and as I was going near her, a figure appeared behind her tree. It had eight hands like a spider, but it was brown and shaped like a cockroach. It had a face like a human—technically an image of a human in a cockroach-spider-looking costume. His or her face had makeup that blended with what it was wearing, and it was smiling towards me; I could see its yellow teeth.
"We've looked everywhere for you," it said while slowly coming towards me.
I couldn’t speak or move. I was so scared. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.
"Now we can start the game," it said in the friendliest way possible. "I won't hurt you or your friends. I just want to play," it added.
Being raised to be nice to everyone, I nodded. I still wasn't speaking.
"Can I get a hug?" it requested.
I nodded again.
It hugged me, and I could feel all of its legs on my body. The thing I thought was its costume? It was actually connected to it. It was warm, and I just closed my eyes. I touched one of its legs, and it felt sticky. Suddenly, I woke up and saw my grandma's husband staring at me, telling me to wake up as it's time for school, and then he left. I saw my left palm was kind of sticky, sweat, I guess.
That's all I can remember from that time. I went to school and lived the rest of the day as a "normal" kid, still thinking about that nightmare. Some of my dreams are not all nightmares; they are happy dreams too. But what's stuck with me is that every time I have a nightmare, it's basically a continuation of the other, but it only happens once I completely forget about it.
Later that same year, I dreamt about it again, but differently. I had already made friends with this creature. It seems that I completely accepted it, and I was not scared of it anymore, but I was not happy either. There was something about it that still seemed odd to me, but I was just not reacting to any of it. We would play tag, hide and seek, and other games. As I noticed the place getting darker and darker, I also noticed that a few of my friends who were in my dreams were getting fewer and fewer until it was just us. It still kept its attitude, lively and happy to play with me. I asked it, "Aren't you sad?" It just kept smiling for a good 5 seconds and slowly frowned, answering, "Why would I? You are all I need as a friend." Then it started jumping around like those mascots you see in kids' TV shows. I remained the same, not happy, not sad, but I went with its flow.
I also noticed that before I woke up, it hugged me, like saying goodbye and at the same time inviting me to see each other again. There was something about its hug too. I could feel the warmth of its eight legs covering my whole body and its breath around my neck. In my dreams, I kept touching at least one of its legs. It seemed that it became a habit, and I could feel it sticky. I woke up again in a straight laying-down position, and my hands were drying, but I could feel the wetness. Then my grandma's new husband was ready to take me to school again.
When I was 9, my mom decided that my siblings, my dad, and I would move to my mom’s side for 3 years before leaving the Philippines. It was my dad's side where I kept having nightmares. I don’t get those nightmares anymore. Sometimes I miss them, and sometimes I wonder if they miss me too. I stopped looking for them. I feel like they went away when I started going to church with my strictly Catholic grandmother. We had to wake up at 6 am to prepare for church, and every day for those 3 years, we had to pray at 7 pm for an hour. We knelt in front of the saints' statues, and my belief in God strengthened. I forgot about the nightmares. I lived like a normal child, had a great childhood, had a bunch of friends, and grew up to be a decent girl. My mom announced that we were all leaving for Canada, and I just remember being so excited about it.
I was 11 years old when I and my friends were playing outside my house. I know I was still a kid then, even if my grandma keeps telling me to stop playing as I am already a grown woman (culture things). Our neighbour's are like aunts and uncles to us; I play with their kids sometimes who're the same age as me. We are all close to each other, even the adults. They treat us as their own since my mom grew up with them as well. One of my neighbors, whom I called “Tito” (uncle in Tagalog), called me and asked me when we were leaving for the Philippines. I told him soon, and he told me how I looked like my mom. I told him how much I miss my mom and how I cannot wait to see her again. He gave me a hug, and then my world stopped. This hug looks familiar. I can feel his breathing around my neck and the warmth of his hug. His hands are playing on my back, slowly stroking it. I swallowed and told him that I had to go since my grandma was probably looking for me. He let go and smiled at me. I just felt tears running through my eyes, and everything came back.
I was SA when I was a kid. I was SA by my step grandfather at my dad’s side. I feel like throwing up, and I can feel everything crawling toward me. I remember the first time he did it. When my mom left, he started touching me. As a kid, I treated him as a monster and just created these scenarios in my head. Even my childhood friends saw it, but since we were kids at the time, what would they know? It was inside the motorized trycicle where he was touching all over, but he said that we were just playing hide and seek and that he found me. It was then that I was so ashamed to play with my friends, as I remember one of my cousins stopping coming over because he started touching her too. The place is my dark place. Now I remember everything. I was so mad and angry. I remember that I would wake up in those positions after he touched me and felt my whole body. And remember the sticky thing in my hands? Yeah, it was his semen that he wiped away before I got to sleep, which is why whenever I am about to wake up, he is almost always there.
Now that I am in my 20s, I have tried to move on, yet the trauma still lingers within me. That monster died a few years ago, and his last words to me were, “Do you still remember me?”. I never had a chance to confront him. I opened up about my experience to a couple of my friends and gave advice to those who have experienced it too. I help those friends of mine who are still experiencing it and assist them in getting out of that situation. My only regret is that I was too afraid. I used to blame myself, but not anymore. None of it is my fault; I was just a child. I was not strong enough to keep my peace, still thinking that it is all a dream for the sake of my peace of mind. I wanted to apologize to the kid in me for not protecting her during those times, but I will never let that happen again to anyone that I know of. I now live in Canada, working in an office and happily thinking that my monster’s body is burning in hell. Thank you for reading. Please always watch out for whoever is watching your kids, your younger siblings, as you never know even the very person you trust can do massive damage to your loved ones.
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There's a scratch on my knee and I can feel it sting. With my petite body and out-of-breath lungs, all I did was stare at my bleeding knees. I wasn't crying, but I know I was scared. *Dum...dum...dum.* I could hear it, not in my ears but in my heart. It seems like my heart is synchronizing to the vibration. I still don't know what's out there, but I know I should be running away from it. I saw a silhouette walking towards me slowly. It's big, but not giant big. I close my eyes and then suddenly I am awake, lying down straight like a person in a coffin.
I never talked to anyone about my nightmares. It's normal to have nightmares, but the people around me are saying that it's not normal for a kid to sleep straight like a dead body. I never really took it seriously. I kept having weird nightmares of running in a dark place again. I still don't know who's chasing me. When you are a kid, you have very vivid memories of what your childhood was like. Mine is filled with nightmares. I did still enjoy my childhood and yet still able to be a 'normal' kid. I had plenty of friends, played in the street, and did such fun things. I still feel like something is missing and I tend to mix up memories with dreams. When you are a kid, you have such wild imaginations that you think it is real, but once you turn into an adult, you think that it's impossible for that to happen in the real world. That is just one of the nightmares that stuck in my head and that something I still dream about.
I remember having this dream, or perhaps something happened? Until now, it still confuses me, but here's how it goes. I was playing with my cousins and some of our friends. It was in the middle of the night, maybe 8 or 9 PM? I know it was dark, with streetlights shining through the street. Living in the busiest city in the Philippines, you would still see a bunch of people outside. We were playing hide and seek. I was thankful that I was not 'it' this time. As the seeker counted to 10, we all spread around and found a place to hide.
I decided to hide behind a motorized tricycle, as we simply call them tricycles (just Google what it looks like). One of my friends came with me, but I told her to go away as I didn’t want to get found. She ran off and found another place to hide. I was chuckling, and I could still hear people around me talking and laughing, but in my mind, I just didn’t want to get caught.
I didn’t hide far away from where the seeker was; I could still hear him counting 'and… 10.' Suddenly, everything went quiet. I was quiet too, as I didn’t want him to find me first. I crouched back behind the motorized tricycle, and I could hear him walking far away from me. I sighed with relief. I heard that he found someone far away, as I heard one of my cousins scream in excitement because the seeker found her.
I chuckled.
I didn’t hear any footsteps, but I could see a shadow coming towards me as the tricycle was parked just below a lamppost. I slowly moved around to avoid being found, circling slowly and getting into the rhythm of the shadow. Now, there was a gap inside the motorcycle where I could see the other side. I slowly looked through the gap and, to my surprise, saw a figure looking at me. I got startled, but I didn’t scream. I stood up right away, and to my surprise, I was back there again, on that island.
The tricycle that was in front of me became a tree. Not just a tree, but a tree with massive roots that made me stumble in my previous dream. I was confused. Even now, as I think of it, I know it’s not a dream, but it's getting weirder. My first thought was 'Where are my friends?' The figure I saw earlier was gone. I got out from behind that tree and searched around the forest for an exit. As I was running, I could hear mumbling sounds. I was a kid, and my brain was controlling this stuff, so I went and followed the sounds. One sound seemed familiar—it was my friend's voice—but it seemed like something was stuck in her mouth; it was echoing through the forest.
As the sounds became clearer, my eyes couldn’t believe what I saw. My friends and cousins were tied to the trees, their mouths covered with tape. In my mind, I had to get out of there because I was scared as hell, but at the same time, I wanted to help them. I ran to my cousin first, and as I was going near her, a figure appeared behind her tree. It had eight hands like a spider, but it was brown and shaped like a cockroach. It had a face like a human—technically an image of a human in a cockroach-spider-looking costume. His or her face had makeup that blended with what it was wearing, and it was smiling towards me; I could see its yellow teeth.
"We've looked everywhere for you," it said while slowly coming towards me.
I couldn’t speak or move. I was so scared. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.
"Now we can start the game," it said in the friendliest way possible. "I won't hurt you or your friends. I just want to play," it added.
Being raised to be nice to everyone, I nodded. I still wasn't speaking.
"Can I get a hug?" it requested.
I nodded again.
It hugged me, and I could feel all of its legs on my body. The thing I thought was its costume? It was actually connected to it. It was warm, and I just closed my eyes. I touched one of its legs, and it felt sticky. Suddenly, I woke up and saw my grandma's husband staring at me, telling me to wake up as it's time for school, and then he left. I saw my left palm was kind of sticky, sweat, I guess.
That's all I can remember from that time. I went to school and lived the rest of the day as a "normal" kid, still thinking about that nightmare. Some of my dreams are not all nightmares; they are happy dreams too. But what's stuck with me is that every time I have a nightmare, it's basically a continuation of the other, but it only happens once I completely forget about it.
Later that same year, I dreamt about it again, but differently. I had already made friends with this creature. It seems that I completely accepted it, and I was not scared of it anymore, but I was not happy either. There was something about it that still seemed odd to me, but I was just not reacting to any of it. We would play tag, hide and seek, and other games. As I noticed the place getting darker and darker, I also noticed that a few of my friends who were in my dreams were getting fewer and fewer until it was just us. It still kept its attitude, lively and happy to play with me. I asked it, "Aren't you sad?" It just kept smiling for a good 5 seconds and slowly frowned, answering, "Why would I? You are all I need as a friend." Then it started jumping around like those mascots you see in kids' TV shows. I remained the same, not happy, not sad, but I went with its flow.
I also noticed that before I woke up, it hugged me, like saying goodbye and at the same time inviting me to see each other again. There was something about its hug too. I could feel the warmth of its eight legs covering my whole body and its breath around my neck. In my dreams, I kept touching at least one of its legs. It seemed that it became a habit, and I could feel it sticky. I woke up again in a straight laying-down position, and my hands were drying, but I could feel the wetness. Then my grandma's new husband was ready to take me to school again.
When I was 9, my mom decided that my siblings, my dad, and I would move to my mom’s side for 3 years before leaving the Philippines. It was my dad's side where I kept having nightmares. I don’t get those nightmares anymore. Sometimes I miss them, and sometimes I wonder if they miss me too. I stopped looking for them. I feel like they went away when I started going to church with my strictly Catholic grandmother. We had to wake up at 6 am to prepare for church, and every day for those 3 years, we had to pray at 7 pm for an hour. We knelt in front of the saints' statues, and my belief in God strengthened. I forgot about the nightmares. I lived like a normal child, had a great childhood, had a bunch of friends, and grew up to be a decent girl. My mom announced that we were all leaving for Canada, and I just remember being so excited about it.
I was 11 years old when I and my friends were playing outside my house. I know I was still a kid then, even if my grandma keeps telling me to stop playing as I am already a grown woman (culture things). Our neighbour's are like aunts and uncles to us; I play with their kids sometimes who're the same age as me. We are all close to each other, even the adults. They treat us as their own since my mom grew up with them as well. One of my neighbors, whom I called “Tito” (uncle in Tagalog), called me and asked me when we were leaving for the Philippines. I told him soon, and he told me how I looked like my mom. I told him how much I miss my mom and how I cannot wait to see her again. He gave me a hug, and then my world stopped. This hug looks familiar. I can feel his breathing around my neck and the warmth of his hug. His hands are playing on my back, slowly stroking it. I swallowed and told him that I had to go since my grandma was probably looking for me. He let go and smiled at me. I just felt tears running through my eyes, and everything came back.
I was SA when I was a kid. I was SA by my step grandfather at my dad’s side. I feel like throwing up, and I can feel everything crawling toward me. I remember the first time he did it. When my mom left, he started touching me. As a kid, I treated him as a monster and just created these scenarios in my head. Even my childhood friends saw it, but since we were kids at the time, what would they know? It was inside the motorized trycicle where he was touching all over, but he said that we were just playing hide and seek and that he found me. It was then that I was so ashamed to play with my friends, as I remember one of my cousins stopping coming over because he started touching her too. The place is my dark place. Now I remember everything. I was so mad and angry. I remember that I would wake up in those positions after he touched me and felt my whole body. And remember the sticky thing in my hands? Yeah, it was his semen that he wiped away before I got to sleep, which is why whenever I am about to wake up, he is almost always there.
Now that I am in my 20s, I have tried to move on, yet the trauma still lingers within me. That monster died a few years ago, and his last words to me were, “Do you still remember me?”. I never had a chance to confront him. I opened up about my experience to a couple of my friends and gave advice to those who have experienced it too. I help those friends of mine who are still experiencing it and assist them in getting out of that situation. My only regret is that I was too afraid. I used to blame myself, but not anymore. None of it is my fault; I was just a child. I was not strong enough to keep my peace, still thinking that it is all a dream for the sake of my peace of mind. I wanted to apologize to the kid in me for not protecting her during those times, but I will never let that happen again to anyone that I know of. I now live in Canada, working in an office and happily thinking that my monster’s body is burning in hell. Thank you for reading. Please always watch out for whoever is watching your kids, your younger siblings, as you never know even the very person you trust can do massive damage to your loved ones.
2024.05.15 17:47 Siganid A question about marxism, via allegory.
Scenario:
You come upon a man standing at the edge of a cliff.
He says to you: "If I just flap my arms fast enough I will be able to fly!"
A few seconds later, you are startled by another man who runs up, immediately jumps off the cliff flapping his arms wildly. You are appalled that he doesn't rise in the slightest and are sickened as he plunges to his death on the rocks below.
As you are now looking over the edge of the cliff you observe the scene below. Hundreds of bodies lay on the rocks. Some have feathers taped to their arms, some paper, a few appear to have tried lightening their bodies by cutting parts off.
You turn to the man on the edge of the cliff and ask: "Why?!"
He hands you a book and exclaims loudly: "If I just flap my arms fast enough I will be able to fly! It is in the theory of Minx, a brilliant scientist!"
You implore him to look over the cliff's edge to see the evidence.
He gets visibly angry, and screams: "If I just flap my arms fast enough I will be able to fly! It is more important to have faith in the theory than real world attempts! Those who failed didn't have enough faith in the theory."
You open the book to find faulty equations such as 2+2=5, and other ridiculous nonsense. He even claims you can create reality with your mind, an anti-science philosophy. You read the biography of Minx, the author and find he was a grifter who exploited people.
How can you save his victims? How can you stop the cliff jumping? Is it possible?
You look up in the sky and see a jet trail, and you wonder why the arm-flappers don't buy a ticket for an airplane ride in order to fly. When you point to the airplane in the sky and ask the man on the edge, he angrily retorts: "Airplanes crash, you idiot!"
Why do they cling to a grifter's scam, generations after the grifter even lived?
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You come upon a man standing at the edge of a cliff.
He says to you: "If I just flap my arms fast enough I will be able to fly!"
A few seconds later, you are startled by another man who runs up, immediately jumps off the cliff flapping his arms wildly. You are appalled that he doesn't rise in the slightest and are sickened as he plunges to his death on the rocks below.
As you are now looking over the edge of the cliff you observe the scene below. Hundreds of bodies lay on the rocks. Some have feathers taped to their arms, some paper, a few appear to have tried lightening their bodies by cutting parts off.
You turn to the man on the edge of the cliff and ask: "Why?!"
He hands you a book and exclaims loudly: "If I just flap my arms fast enough I will be able to fly! It is in the theory of Minx, a brilliant scientist!"
You implore him to look over the cliff's edge to see the evidence.
He gets visibly angry, and screams: "If I just flap my arms fast enough I will be able to fly! It is more important to have faith in the theory than real world attempts! Those who failed didn't have enough faith in the theory."
You open the book to find faulty equations such as 2+2=5, and other ridiculous nonsense. He even claims you can create reality with your mind, an anti-science philosophy. You read the biography of Minx, the author and find he was a grifter who exploited people.
How can you save his victims? How can you stop the cliff jumping? Is it possible?
You look up in the sky and see a jet trail, and you wonder why the arm-flappers don't buy a ticket for an airplane ride in order to fly. When you point to the airplane in the sky and ask the man on the edge, he angrily retorts: "Airplanes crash, you idiot!"
Why do they cling to a grifter's scam, generations after the grifter even lived?
2024.05.15 17:47 yourbestiezeezee COMPLETE METABOLIC RESPONSE WITH 2ND LINE TREATMENT: BvB (Brentuximab-Vedotin and Bendamustine) AFTER ONLY 1 AND 3/4 CYCLES, FOR REFRACTORY STAGE 4 CHL!
MY FELLOW LYMPHOMIE WARRIORS! 🩷 I posted about a month ago about my issues with 2nd line/salvage chemo BvB (Brentuximab and Bendamustine) for refractory stage 4 CHL after failing 6 months of ABVD (Lymphoma came back in my neck, chest, and liver after completing first line treatment ABVD).
My initial plan for second line treatment/salvage chemo was to do 3 cycles of BvB but sadly I could only complete 1 and 3/4 cycles due to severe major allergic reactions (genuinely thought things were going to go more South with how unwell I got!) and the head haematologist had to stop me from doing any more chemo as they had to prioritise my safety which despite understandable, had me spiralling.
I did my PET scan the other day and the results are in! See image of scan report - DEUVILLE 2 - best score I’ve ever received! With only 1 and 3/4 cycles of BvB done! My previous score back in March with end of treatment PET scan was Deuville 5 with refractory results! Can happily say the allergic reactions and all the pain was worth it!
I will have my meeting later on this week with head haematologist to discuss the next steps - but would anyone know if my scan report means I still have Lymphoma it’s just basically all gone down to lower levels? Will I most probably need to do another cycle or regimen prior to conditioning chemo to ensure this thing is dead?
Plan is to get me to complete remission first now with salvage chemo/second line treatment before going onto doing conditioning chemo (LACE) then an Auto Stem Cell Transplant.
Thanks! 🥹
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My initial plan for second line treatment/salvage chemo was to do 3 cycles of BvB but sadly I could only complete 1 and 3/4 cycles due to severe major allergic reactions (genuinely thought things were going to go more South with how unwell I got!) and the head haematologist had to stop me from doing any more chemo as they had to prioritise my safety which despite understandable, had me spiralling.
I did my PET scan the other day and the results are in! See image of scan report - DEUVILLE 2 - best score I’ve ever received! With only 1 and 3/4 cycles of BvB done! My previous score back in March with end of treatment PET scan was Deuville 5 with refractory results! Can happily say the allergic reactions and all the pain was worth it!
I will have my meeting later on this week with head haematologist to discuss the next steps - but would anyone know if my scan report means I still have Lymphoma it’s just basically all gone down to lower levels? Will I most probably need to do another cycle or regimen prior to conditioning chemo to ensure this thing is dead?
Plan is to get me to complete remission first now with salvage chemo/second line treatment before going onto doing conditioning chemo (LACE) then an Auto Stem Cell Transplant.
Thanks! 🥹