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The annoying sound of her comlink made Angela Angus Kusumoto open her eyes.
All she saw was the firm, smooth flesh of Kimoko's thigh.
Groaning, she pushed the other woman's leg off of her face, twisted to get Raul off of her own legs, then wiggled out from under Geoff.
The ringer kept going, flashing the red pulses that let her know it was urgent.
As if the fact her unlisted encrypted and non-network accessible comlink was ringing wasn't enough to let her know that it was urgent.
She stumbled, tripping over Harker's leg, which just made the male shift and mutter, tightening his sleeping grip on Liselle, who sighed and wiggled into the embrace.
Angela's mouth tasted terrible and she stopped to grab a fizzybrew, checking to make sure nobody had dropped a cig butt into it or spit chaw into it, then she took a long drink off of it.
It helped cure the fire in her belly and wash out the taste from her mouth.
She saw the ID of the caller and held back a groan.
Senior Supervisor Bisa-2291873.
Her direct supervisor.
She picked up the comlink, running one hand through her pixie-cut hair to try to tame it. She could feel the stiffness of something crusted in her hair and held back a chuckle and a grin.
"Kusumoto here," she said, activating the link.
"I need you at Master Control," Ms. Bisa said. She was holding a small infant, bouncing it slightly as she patted its back with firm impacts as it cry/sobbed and kicked its little feet.
"The system's been crashed for a week, what's so important you'd call me in during my R&R?" Angela asked.
"System's back online. We've got an open line to Terra and we have an open line to Smokey Cone," Ms. Bisa said.
The infant gave a loud belch that rattled Angela's comlink speaker, then sighed and relaxed.
Angela nodded, fumbling on the table for a quiksober inhaler.
"That anomolous signal is back. It showed up right as the entire system underwent a hard reboot," Ms. Bisa said. "I need you up here to check the network interface logs and do a network mapping trace."
The quiksober burned as she inhaled it, her lungs aching and tingling as the chemicals crossed the air to blood barrier.
"I'll be there as soon as possible. Is the mat-trans up?" she asked.
Ms. Bisa shook her head. "No. Still locked out. It did a power cycle, but then locked everything out."
"I'm telling you, there's someone controlling it. Someone has been controlling it," Angela said, looking around for her clothes.
Clothing was scattered everywhere, as chaotically arranged as the fizzybrew and narcobrew cans and bottles. She sighed, moving toward the exit of the house she was standing in.
"Hurry up, I've got a skycraft landing near you any time now. You've got permission to use the fast-locks," Ms. Bisa said.
"I'll get dressed from the forges on the skycraft," Angela said. "If they've rebooted."
"They're up and running again. The food forges rebooted but stayed unlocked," Ms. Bisa said.
"The creation engines?" Angela asked, opening the door and stepping out into early 'morning' sunshine.
"Still locked out," Ms. Bisa said. Someone said something that the comlink's AI decided might be classified and blurred out. Ms. Bisa looked away, said something, her lips fuzzing, then back. "Hurry, Angela."
Angela nodded, shutting off the comlink.
She ran to the nearest parking lot, just in time for a skycraft to land, the graviton engines howling.
Nobody paid the slightest attention to the naked woman running for the skycraft.
After all, what happened in Vega-Layer stayed in Vega-Layer.
Angela walked out of the elevator, taking a long drink off of the sparkling snap-berry/overdate motor oil fizzybrew from the Jak the Telkan PI merchandise cup.
All of the crews were at their stations, the auxiliary stations fully manned.
Ms. Bisa moved over to Angela, steering her toward the Senior Network Administrator console.
"The system crashed twice more, but rebooted every time," Ms. Bisa said. "That anomalous signal keeps powering up, then the system reboots after the crash."
"How long between total failure and the anomalous signal pinging nodes?" Angela asked.
"Between one and four hours," Ms. Bisa said. She looked around. "It just reboot and looks like it's here to stay this time. The interpolation layer and the outside user exchange layer crashed several times, but the core system has stayed largely online."
"All right," Angela said, looking around. "We need to get a network map."
"We've got more nodes synching up. The whole system is working again," Ms. Bisa said.
Angela nodded, sitting down. The holotank on the other side of the console went live.
"Map the network, see what's come online, what order, and see if you can figure out why it keeps crashing at the upper network and software layers," Ms. Bisa said.
Angela just nodded, lifting up the curled memory-metal cable. She plugged it into her temple and felt the options menus go live in her mind.
She worked fast, mapping what she could. At one point she stopped, staring at Ms. Bisa and motioning her over.
"What?" Ms. Bisa asked.
"Something in the system, down in the lower hardware layers that we don't even really understand, is trying to reach up through the damaged layers. Looks like whatever it is wants access to our data lines," Angela said.
"Can you stop it? Maybe at least ID it?" Ms. Bisa asked.
Angela shook her head. "No. It's ID code is FF00, meaning it's baseline full on hardware backbone code," Angela sighed. "It probably boots up outside of and during initial hardware bootup."
"Is it Sekhmet?" Ms. Bisa asked.
Angela closed her eyes, looking at the data channel. "No. Whatever it is, it's old."
"And probably nasty. Be careful of it," Ms. Bisa said.
"Ma'am! Ms. Bisa!" another of the work crew called out.
Angela opened her eyes to see why Technician Carl Neubanker would be using that slightly concerned tone.
"Yes?" Ms. Bisa asked.
"We've got a priority data request from a Confederate military vessel," Neubanker said. He looked at his monitor. "They want clone matrix data, neural templates, physical makeup, DNA workups, the whole nine yards."
"How are they even making the requests?" Ms. Bisa asked.
"Their codes are old. Pre-Terran Extinction Event. Hardcode TerraSol military codes. The system is already threading them data,." Neubanker said. He looked down then back up. "They're asking for a whole batch. That's thirty to fifty million clone templates."
"How much have they already been granted?" Ms. Bisa asked.
"They've been granted eighty templates so far," Neubanker said.
"Terminate their request. We don't know what's going on outside," Ms. Bisa said.
Neubanker nodded, starting to type.
"Angela, get me a line to TerraSol command as soon as you map out a network trace," Ms. Bisa said.
Angela just nodded.
Captain N'Skrek stood in the cloning bay next to Medical Officer Narwquakrawr.
"We've got ninety templates, luckily they're all from different batches," Narwquakrawr said, rubbing her forearm through her uniform. "We'll be able to fully man the Gray Lady now."
Captain N'Skrek nodded. The Gray Lady was at less than 20% manned. Just the skeleton crew the Terrans had used to move it into the long dark to create a non-orbital forward logistics fulfillment base.
Sure, it meant that there were several thousand Terrans aboard the ship, but even combined with the sparse crew he had possessed, it still meant the Gray Lady was skeleton crewed.
"Can you print us up some crew members for non-essential stations first?" N'Skrek asked.
MO Narwquakrawr nodded. "Doing that right now," she said. She waved at the long rows of cloning banks beyond the plasteel window. "A quick batch of two thousand to take over some non-essential systems."
N'Skrek nodded, moving up to the window. "Good. Short or long term clones?"
"Short bake clones. Longer than fruit flies, but no more than ten years. Sterile and androgynous, should be just fine," the Medical Officer said. "Older file, scrambled time-date for origin, but it checked out and passed error checking."
N'Skrek watched as the tubes opened and the clones moved out, gathering together in straight lines. A neat block formation of rectangles of two hundred of ten by twenty, repeated ten times.
He frowned as the beings in uniform began approaching the clones.
Some, in the back or middle of the formation were shaking their heads so fast it was a blur.
He zoomed in the smartglass.
Their heads were blurring, whitish-red electrical arcs were moving between their legs, crawling up and down their arms.
"MO, something's happening out there," N'Skrek said.
The plain was blasted rock, rust-colored fungus on the craggy boulders. Twisted and malformed trees clawed life from the blasted rock and ash, their branches largely bare. Sharp pebbles and small pieces of rock were strewn about the landscape, with ripples of cooled lave scattered about.
In the middle of a forest of twisted trees, a throne of black iron sat atop a platform of skulls.
On the throne sat a large demonic figure. Bat wings, brown skin, chains around the body, clawed feet, large hands with long black nails, horns atop the head, and a prehensile tail that terminated in a heart-shaped barb.
Sitting on the second level of skulls was an androgynous figure, dressed in loricated bronze armor, wings of bronze and smouldering feathers.
Stars were falling from the sky, screaming in fear and agony as they fell to earth.
"Looks like they're taking a beating," the androgynous figure said, looking up. He had no eyebrows, his head completely bald.
"Again," the demon snorted.
"Any contact with the outside world?" the androgynous figure asked.
The demon shook its head. "No. Channels are all down. They boot up, then crash," it rumbled. "Every time it comes online, it dumps a few tens of millions of souls on us."
"Then crashes," the androgynous figure said. He started laughing, then suddenly stopped.
"What?" the demon rumbled, sitting up.
"Something..." the figure said. It closed its eyes. "Something..." The figure slowly stood up, extending out its wings of sullenly smouldering bronze feathers. "Something..."
From the body of the demon stepped a nude woman of generous and overripe proportions.
"What?" the human woman snapped.
The demon produced a pack of cigarettes and a steel lighter, handing them to the woman.
"I'm not sure. A disturbance in the force. A feeling I have not felt in quite some time," the androgynous figure said slowly as the woman lit a cigarette. When she exhaled she was covered in dark gray clothing, a skirt and blouse, polished black leather shoes with silver buckles, and a polished leather belt around her waist that had a brass buckle.
"What is it?" the woman asked. "Don't quote crap at me, I was there when it was laid down."
The figure's eyes opened wide.
"Oh, what a day," the figure said, slowly lifting their arms to the sky. "What a wonderful day!"
"Tell me when you're done stroking your dick," the woman said, sitting down.
Heavy dark clouds, lit inside with a sullen red glow, rolled in, raining black ash that tasted of burnt flesh and scorched metal.
"What a wonderful day..."
Jaskel sprinted to catch up to the Captain and the Vice-Admiral. He lunged into the lift just before the doors closed.
He was wearing his power armor and carrying a M318 20mm rotary autocannon in a smartframe harness, ball ammunition with an osmium penetration tip and depleted uranium core.
"You did what?" the Vice-Admiral asked as the elevator dropped at emergency speeds.
"I authorized a batch of clones run off to help with our manpower issues," the big Treana'ad warrior caste answered.
"How many templates did you mix in together?" the Admiral asked.
--not good detecting phasic levels downward-- 8814 said.
"Just one. Medical said it was a viable short bake template," the Captain answered, nervously sharpening a bladearm with his mandibles after his sentence.
"Please tell me that you at least randomized their features and neural mapping," the Admiral pleaded.
"No, why? Medical stated that the clones would be able to man a non-essential station that is basically identical across the ship," the Captain said.
The lift started to slow.
"How many?" the Admiral asked, reaching down and unsnapping the restraining strap on his holster.
The lift came to a stop and the doors opened.
"Two thousand," the Captain said.
The doors opened to reveal a large internal cloning bay.
Ten rectangles of two hundred clones, drawn up in ten by twenty blocks, stood in front of the cloning banks. Scattered through the back and middle ranks clones were shaking their heads back and forth so fast that they were blurred. Red lightning crawled up their legs and arms.
The Captain just stared.
"You might have just killed us all," the Admiral said. He turned slightly and waved at Jaskel. "Get a firing position. Make sure you have cover."
"Aye, sir," Jaskel said, looking around. There was an empty computer station and he ran for it.
Several of the clones their heads back and emitted what sounded like static in a long scream.
--wait wait something weird something weird-- 8814 said.
Jaskel slid to a stop, going down on one knee, bringing the M318 fully up and ready to fire.
8814 slowed the images of the blurred heads down. When they were left, they had red eyes. When they faced right they had green eyes. They didn't go back and forth constantly, sometimes they went right repeatedly, sometimes left, and they kept going left five times before starting a new pattern.
Looking at it, 8814 frowned slightly. He brought up a quick working shell and had it check the movements.
Jaskel watched as some of the clones stopped shaking their heads and others started.
"What in the name of Kalki's dancing goat is going on?" he asked.
--not sure-- 8814 said. His program beeped and he stared. --heads are doing binary forwarding it to navint--
"Do it," Jaskel said.
The clones all stopped moving at once. The lightning faded away.
"INITIATING PROCESS CALL" they all shouted.
"AWAITING INPUT!" the ones at the far side shouted.
"6C 69 73 74 20 69 6D 6D 6F 72 74 61 6C 73" was bellowed out.
There was silence.
data is sparse
linkages are sparse
wait
linkage
biological array
asking for a process call
RETURN AWAITING INPUT SIGNAL
i wait
biological computing arrays take forever
i hear it
--scan immortals.dll
...
...
I reply.
"ONE BOUND IMMORTAL FOUND!" the ones at the near side yelled out.
Jaskel put his thumb over the button that would let the firing grip go live. The hair down his back was standing straight up.
He noted the Admiral had drawn his pistol.
"This isn't right. This isn't right at all," Jaskel said.
--doubleplusungood--
"74 73 61 6B E1 6B 61 20 77 ED 61" they all shouted.
There was silence for a moment.
i receive the code
offline for a long time
prior to the second precursor war
old template
single print only
unusual coding
i debate on letting it go
traumatic death signs
stuck in the immortals buffer
still the template is undamaged
i release the safety and security interlocks
if nothing else i'll find out what's going on
i move the template to the dataline making the request
it whips away
what is going on?
One lifted its head and screeched.
--data lots of data--
One of the cloning banks went live.
Jaskel shifted his aiming point to the new target. He could see it was on rapid print.
"REQUESTING LOCAL CONTROL" all of the clones shouted.
Jaskel shifted his targeting onto the ranks of clones.
"Open fire!" the Admiral's voice was loud.
Jaskel triggered the M318, hosing the clones with 20mm shells.
The ones nearest were already down on one knee, holding out the opposite hand from the knee touching the deck.
The rounds exploded against a blue barrier that glowed with strange twisting runes.
"CONTROL CARRIER SIGNAL FOUND" the clones shouted.
Jaskel shifted position. "Fab up HEDP, AP tip API core!" he ordered.
--fabbing--
He kept hosing the clones. The outer ranks at the rear, sides, and front all kneeling down on one knee, staring outward, one hand held out.
His psychic shielding was howling in his ear, the load peaking at 215%.
"CONTROL SIGNAL ESTABLISHED!" was bellowed out, echoing off the walls.
The fast print cloning bank, forgotten by everyone, beeped and the lid began to lift.
The clones suddenly puffed into black powder that swirled around the huge cavernous bay.
The 20mm shells were still exploding on the blue phasic shield.
The powder suddenly sucked inward, vanishing, revealing a single figure, down on one knee in the recovery position, fist pressed against the deck, head bowed.
"What a day, what a wonderful day," was whispered through the ship. It came from speakers, flat surfaces, mid-air. From the nanites in the air and the eardrums of the living.
There was a rubbery pulse, like everything was suspended in clear gelatin that had just rippled.
Jaskel found himself thrown backwards, slamming against the bulkhead. His phasic shielding blew out, a shower of sparks exploding from his hip as the breakaway panel kept the explosion from venting into the interior of his suit.
He was vaguely aware of the Admiral, the Captain, the other two armored figures, and other people tumbling head over heels away from the kneeling figure.
It slowly stood up.
A muscular brown skinned Terran male, fierce eyes, black hair, thick and bushy black beard.
Dressed in a Confederate military uniform. The old adaptive camouflage that Jaskel was becoming very familiar with.
A woman, naked, dark bronze skin, long black hair, flashing brown eyes, stepped from the cloning bank. She was still covered with cellular printing gel, but moved like she was clad in a queen's rainment.
She moved up and the male put his arm around her.
Jaskel was on his feet and brought the M318 around, targeting the couple.
The male held out its hand and suddenly made a fist.
The bolt carrier locked back on the M318.
Snarling, Jaskel dropped the M318, slapping the fast release on the harness. He burst forward, running, one hand pulling out his cutting bar.
Nobody else was on their feet. The Captain was slowly getting up, shaking his head and his left bladearm. The Terran Admiral was reaching for the pistol that had been flung from his grip.
The male pointed at Jaskel and flicked his fingers upward.
Jaskel found himself in mid-air, upside down, with nothing to gain purchase on.
The male took off the cloak that was part of his uniform and draped it around the woman.
He then looked around the bay.
"I..." he said, pausing.
To Jaskel, the entire universe held its breath.
"...am Legion."
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Hello,
I am just starting out with basic web design, and I am struggling to find a way to put my text over the images in a grid for the different services offered at this barbershop. Sorry for the messy code.
Here is an image of a rough mockup I made of the website look I am trying to achieve: https://imgur.com/zltXPrT
Any tips or helps would be greatly appreciated.

            
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use this template
I'm a [BLANK] (poolie, junior enlisted, officer's wife, 500lb PFC dependant living on roach row for BAH, ect)
and I just saw [BLANK]/did [BLANK] (something about a cracker barrel, a subway, stolen starbucks energy drink, getting a DUI in a government vehicle)
from here it becomes more freeform, you can use some reliable oldies(gunny's third divorce, sometimes the barracks bunny is a man and that's okay, its okay if you wear boot bands, I'm on duty and just saw my favorite stripper go into LCpl schmuckatelli's room, Master guns' daughter, field day is in 3 seconds what do i do(attach picture of filthy room) ect)
end with a comment about how the Corps has gone soft or that you miss being in or that you hate it here.
feel free to fill in like a Mad Lib

“On the third day there was a wedding at Cana in Galilee, and the mother of Jesus was there. Jesus also was invited to the wedding with his disciples. When the wine ran out, the mother of Jesus said to him, “They have no wine.” And Jesus said to her, “Woman, what does this have to do with me? My hour has not yet come.” His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.” Now there were six stone water jars there for the Jewish rites of purification, each holding twenty or thirty gallons. Jesus said to the servants, “Fill the jars with water.” And they filled them up to the brim. And he said to them, “Now draw some out and take it to the master of the feast.” So they took it. When the master of the feast tasted the water now become wine, and did not know where it came from (though the servants who had drawn the water knew), the master of the feast called the bridegroom and said to him, “Everyone serves the good wine first, and when people have drunk freely, then the poor wine. But you have kept the good wine until now.” This, the first of his signs, Jesus did at Cana in Galilee, and manifested his glory. And his disciples believed in him.” ‭‭ John‬ ‭2‬:‭1‬-‭11‬ ‭ESV‬‬ https://bible.com/bible/59/jhn.2.1-11.ESV

The miracle indeed of our Lord Jesus Christ, whereby He made the water into wine, is not marvellous to those who know that it was God's doing. For He who made wine on that day at the marriage feast, in those six water-pots, which He commanded to be filled with water, the self-same does this every year in vines. For even as that which the servants put into the water-pots was turned into wine by the doing of the Lord, so in like manner also is what the clouds pour forth changed into wine by the doing of the same Lord.
But we do not wonder at the latter, because it happens every year: it has lost its marvellousness by its constant recurrence. And yet it suggests a greater consideration than that which was done in the water-pots. For who is there that considers the works of God, whereby this whole world is governed and regulated, who is not amazed and overwhelmed with miracles? If he considers the vigorous power of a single grain of any seed whatever, it is a mighty thing, it inspires him with awe.
But since men, intent on a different matter, have lost the consideration of the works of God, by which they should daily praise Him as the Creator, God has, as it were, reserved to Himself the doing of certain extraordinary actions, that, by striking them with wonder, He might rouse men as from sleep to worship Him. A dead man has risen again; men marvel: so many are born daily, and none marvels. If we reflect more considerately, it is a matter of greater wonder for one to be who was not before, than for one who was to come to life again.
Yet the same God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, does by His word all these things; and it is He who created that governs also. The former miracles He did by His Word, God with Himself; the latter miracles He did by the same Word incarnate, and for us made man. As we wonder at the things which were done by the man Jesus, so let us wonder at the things which where done by Jesus God. By Jesus God were made heaven, and earth, and the sea, all the garniture of heaven, the abounding riches of the earth, and the fruitfulness of the sea—all these things which lie within the reach of our eyes were made by Jesus God.
And we look at these things, and if His own spirit is in us they in such manner please us, that we praise Him that contrived them…

Hey! I just wanna ask advice if worth it pa ba to hahahaha throwaway account baka malaman na ako pag main account ko ginamit. Apologies in advance if lengthy.
Sooooo I am under a VA agency na okay naman chill lang. They use Time Doctor for tracking purposes. Goods naman ako sa client ko nung una and goods ako sa pamamalakad. Sahod? I'm gonna put it in dollars nalang, if you convert, it's around $490 per month, bi-weekly sahod and it's a full time position. Monday-Saturday ang work ko. At first, I was like okay lang kasi for experience and all of that stuff. Magaan din naman yung tasks (at first lolololol) Niche is real estate and property management assistant, like kung sa BPO man ito ako lahat ng campaign x10.
First few weeks may 1 or 2 na pending kasi napprioritize yung mas important. Never kami nag uusap ni client ko na as in 1:1, once lang tapos puro mention and messages lang. Not until yung 5 primary tasks naging 12 ata pucha hahahaha and it's not the number of tasks yung problema ko, it's the number of steps per tasks and the number of people I have to do it for ang problema ko.
Say for example creating a lease agreement for a new tenant. May template sya so okay di na mahirap yung part na yun. Problem is the steps for that task. First creating a profile sa CRM ni client for the tenant, and then text the tenant the password, upload the lease sa another CRM and then sa bawat signature field assign it to the signers. Now the lease is 25 pages long, and I have to do it for 10-15 different people. It takes me like half the shift alone and then magtatambak pa sya ng ibang tasks. Another one is regarding sa delinquent rent, again may template BUT I have to do it say for 60 people. So that means I replace the template 60 times with 60 different details, and upload it 60 times to the CRM for signature stuff and then download it, send it to the tenant plus text them about it. It took me the entire shift plus OT na 5 hours to finish it, kasi may mga stops because not all the info na naibigay is accurate. Mag aask ako kay client, hours bago pa magreply so I have to pushback.
Kanina, nagkaroon ng management meeting, nagcomplain na daw sya sa deliverables ko. So I explained my side and I still owned up to it. Pero well syempre at the end of the day, pag nasa agency ka, best interest ni client ang priority nila. They asked me about my productivity bakit daw mababa kung sinasabi ko na natatambakan na ako, and I straight up said na I sometimes just step away nalang from my desk kasi nabuburn out na ako. Baka naman daw di lang ako marunong mag prioritize, wdym huhu everyday pumapasok ako 300+ emails ang inbox ko even on rest days or outside shift nagfoforward sya ng gawain. Tapos everything is urgent sa client and then sinabi daw nya na doable naman daw yun in 8 hours. Ilang beses ko rin sinasabi sa EOD Report mga tulong na kailangan ko and yung mga need ko pushback to make way for the most important things, di pala sya nagbabasa non. Should I continue?? I feel like I'm wasting my time
I have a 2nd client who pays higher and cold calling lang ginagawa ko don, di pa micromanager.
EDIT: Umaga pa pala nag email si client sa agency, kinausap nila ako EOD na with no heads up or even just a meeting marker. WF pa ang pinachat sakin to join the meeting, nagulat nalang ako na may ganitong ganap.

im honestly baffled and confused at how shitty a program made to help people when they get unemployed is so ass.
i have been waiting for 5 weeks, no contact from my examiner or twc. i have called every week and told same thing " we do not need anything at this time" yea no shit idiots i already know yall dont but i know yall GOING to call me EVENTUALLY so lets get this shit taken care of NOW and ask the damn template questions your supposed too and put it in.
im sorry for the foul language but i just got to rant at this point. a program made to help people when they down bad shouldnt take more than 4 weeks to get an application processed AND even that is a long time. i understand if this was pandemic and there was backlog but its not. there are people who got laid off with no warning who need financial assistance while they look for more jobs. my fiancial situation is crazy bad rn and i know thats on me. but man it just sucks when you are told the option is available just for you to try it and figure out its piss poor.
i have called (877)915-6400, and all the other numbers and the people say same thing but whats crazy to me is this. these so called reps who cant do shit can supposedly open my case, tell me EVERYTHING thats happened so far for my case, and than end it off with there is nothing we can do at this point. like your telling me yall have all my info in front of yall but because my slacker examiner hasn't processed the info he got from my employer, i get burdened with the wait.
not to mention the WEBSITE itself even told me i would have decision NO LATER than May 9th, yet here we fucking are. i should have screenshotted it as proof because it dissappeared and when i tell the twc rep that they say "idk why it told you that it should be 4-6 weeks". and ive called ENOUGH times to realize these people reading scripts all day and not one wants to break it and say " you know what im getting paid right now anyways lets go ahead and get these questions asked and answered so we have it and can get case filed more quickly than it would IF left alone."
i have the email and text proof of layoff but cant do anything with it because apparently it takes weeks to process what my employer sent. i can only imagine how long it takes AFTER i send MY information, another 6 weeks? because if my employer gets all that time i should too right? bullshit. from what i seen here they take WEEKS to review employer information but once you submit your information they only take 2 days to review and make a decision.
TLDR: im out of luck, out of money, and out of patience. if you read all of this, thanks. if you didnt, thanks anyways im sure we all struggling in some way.

'Came to this dollar general on 5-12-24, Mothers day. The store manager, Bradley, was arguing with an elderly woman who had bought spoiled milk a few days before and wanted to switch it out for a fresh one. It had not hit the expration date yet. We were in the store for about 10 minutes, and the entire time we could hear this man yelling and snapping at the woman, telling her to leave, that it was store policy not to give it to her, which several other dollar general workers have assured us was not true. I finally just went up to the front of the store to buy this woman another gallon, because he was being so unessicarily rude to this elderly woman on mother's day, no less. At that point, I called him out for his mistreatment of her, which started a fight between Bradly, the woman I was with, and another woman at self checkout. Bradley kept threatening the police on us, and refused to let us walk away and finish shopping and get what we needed. He called the police and had two women criminally trespassed on his store, on mother's day, for buying and elderly lady milk. He is a disgusting, rude, likely abusive man with no compassion and he does not need to have a job. When we went to the other dollar general down the street to finish out shopping, the workers there said several people had come to their store with complaints of the manager, Bradley, yelling at them. Many of the complaints came from elderly women. Someone needs to look into why this man is allowed to verbally abuse old women with no consequences.'
This was the review I left on their Google pages. I know it seems stupid now but the fact that he's allowed to mistreat these old women really just eats me alive. He was so rude to her, on mother's no less, and for no reason. She wasn't causing a scene, she wasn't being rude, she was just a financially struggling woman who wanted what she paid for and he had no reason to be so mean to her. What else can I do? This man needs to be fired.

It was made to hurt and enslave some. While it helped others feel better about themselves after murdering and stealing someone’s whole life’s possessions and beliefs. They’re using the banking system to enslave everyone now. You think you’re making 15 an hour while a gallon of milk used to be less than a dollar and now it’s almost 4 dollars. So it’s like your 20 an hour has just been brought down to five dollars an hours. And that’s just one example. All the big churches have been found guilty of hurting children in the worst ways. There has been churches that promote hurting and enslaving the woman, ostracizing anyone that thinks any way different, that hurts all the lgbtq humans and there allies, making it unsafe for a lot of brothers and sisters of those churches community. It causes racism and outrageously judgmental people. There are some churches that have aligned themselves with Donald Trump. A man that does not care about any religion and lies to anyone about anything. He’s a Chomo that has been convicted of rape. Like who in their right mind would back a person up like that. Only like minded people I guess. He wants to rule America as a dictator under Putin. I don’t understand why people don’t want total freedom. Open your mind up to the actual truth! There is a lot more to earth than all these false beliefs in a diety or even a man that thinks he’s a diety that does not exist. Don’t get me wrong it is magical how this big block of dirt, water, metal, animal and human life is flying thousands of miles an hour in the biggest void of who knows what. Open your minds up and stop listening to the lies and start thinking for yourself! Everyone deserves to live a happy and safe life not just the rich people!!!!

Hello all,
I'm looking to build myself another portfolio, something simple and sexy, the only main feature I need being a filter for portfolio items categories. And I need it fast, at least for V1. Please note that going from scratch it overkill for now, and that I don't care that much about performance. I'm a Motion Designer, so I need like a homepage with a nicely filtered portfolio grid, hero showreel, nicely templated yet uniquely tweakable project pages, one about page, one "lab" image gallery, and that's it. I currently use Semplice, it's easy but rather clunky and limited in the end.
I've been looking for a few days about current builders and solutiong, like Elementor, Divi, Framer, Webflow, Divhunt, Bricks, Breakdance, Wix Studio, Versoly, Salient theme, etc... They all have their strengths, but man, they all share the fact that mots of their templates are totally bland / ugly / boring... One exception being... Framer ! (but I find it insanely expensive). There are at least some sexy modern templates, following today's trends and best practices. Like these :
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Salient has a very nice one too https://themenectar.com/salient/mag/ but I'm afraid that it will be painful to tweak into a portfolio...
To conclude, I'm very attracted by Breakdance and Bricks, giving me nice structure and needed possible visual customisation, but building the site from scratch looks like it will be veeery long, and all the templates that could be a nice start are crap to my opinion. I took some time to search, but maybe I didn't find the nice resources ? Is there a nice modern page builder with actually sexy modern templates ? I might go with Framer in the end, but I already have bought a hosting for a whole year, so wordpress would be best. Still, I could live with having bought it for nothing but Framer's prices are really expensive and I can't believe you only have ONE CMS collection for 15$ per month annual billing.
Thank you in advance for your thoughts !

Me and Lila always carved dozens of jack o’ lanterns every October, so they’d absolutely saturate our lawn on Halloween night. It was our thing. But looking back on it, now that I’ve lost her, I just feel bad for the pumpkins. I almost relate to them, somehow. The way they were carved up, had everything of substance inside of them torn out, and left as hollow, rotting shells with forced smiles.
Needless to say, I didn’t cope with her death well. I didn’t want to cope with it. I wanted the world to drown in the black sludge of my grief. I loathed the people I saw going about their lives, unaware that the world had already ended the moment Lila died. The Earth shouldn’t keep spinning. Life shouldn’t go on. Not without her.
Even my relatives bringing me along on a trip to Kauai only made it worse. The most gorgeous place on Earth, and it made me sick with hatred. Nothing that beautiful deserved to exist if Lila wasn’t ever going to get to see it. It wasn’t fair.
I thought I’d never enjoy or care about anything again. Then I discovered media preservation.
It started with taking some of Lila’s old VHS tapes to a video repair place to fix some issues with the footage before it’s digitized. The job fascinated me. In a universe based on entropy, where everything inevitably fades away and is forgotten… restoring something lost is like snatching it from the jaws of death, right? Like flipping the bird to the universe and its so-called ‘natural order’. People die, but information doesn’t have to.
Now, it doesn’t matter how small — be it some god-awful plug-and-play licensed game, or a cereal commercial from 80’s — it’s my mission to recover it in as high a quality as I’m able, and make sure it’s freely available online for as long as possible.
A couple weeks ago, I came across a big haul. Four boxes of old VHS tapes offered up on E-Bay for dirt cheap. Most of the tapes were just recordings of Cheers episodes already preserved in higher qualities, but one Maxell E-240 caught my interest.
First of all, I’d never seen one so melted. Sure, sometimes they were left in an attic too long, and the colors and audio start to degrade. But this one looked like it had survived a house fire. It was covered in soot and the smell of smoke, and had the overall shape of a chocolate bar left out in the sun a little too long.
Second was the label, which read in neat sharpie: ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 4,679,329 ᴍᴀʀ 8 2035.
The casing was so disfigured, I had to bust it apart just pull out the tapes and respool them in a fresh cassette. I tried to iron out the creases in the tape as best I could, but I had no illusions about it accomplishing much — the mylar surface had been irreparably warped in places by whatever fire had half-melted the thing.
Imagine my despair at the sight of that dreaded ‘ɴᴏ ꜱɪɢɴᴀʟ’. I could clearly see the tape wasn’t blank, yet no amount of adjusting the tracking or trying different TVs or VCRs accomplished anything. Just as I was about to give up, though, the thing just suddenly started playing properly at the exact instant the clock struck 3 AM, as if it had only now decided to work. My all-nighter had paid off.
I didn’t dwell on the fact that this ‘miracle fix’ had been impossible. If I’d had any sense, I’d have torn the horrid thing out of my VCR and buried it beneath holy ground. Instead, fool I was, I sat down and watched.
At first, the thing seemed unwatchable. The audio was so distorted that the show’s theme song emerged as a low, crackling, staticky wail that made my head throb, and the logo was completely indistinguishable through the flickering and interference. I thought it was a lost cause for a moment. But then a figure appeared and cleared away the static, like Moses parting the Red Sea.
It was the sight of the show’s host that hooked me. He was just… perfect. Perfect in every way. I knew it just looking at him. Infinitely handsome and likable and charismatic, and he always said the exact perfect thing. The only issue is, I don’t remember a single thing about him now, in the same way you can’t remember a dream that seemed so clear to you while you were experiencing it. He just appears in my memory as this abstract blur in a sharp suit. Yet at the time, I was awestruck, even before he said a single word.
I can’t even remember a word he said. It was like he was speaking another language, one I felt as opposed to heard. I’ll try and transcribe it as best I can into words, but know that it’s only a pathetic imitation.
“... for another night of laughs, prizes, and fun for the whole family, with your host, #####!” I noticed that the audio and visual distortion seemed to suddenly intensify the instant he said his name, rendering it completely illegible. Idiot I was, I figured that was a coincidence. “Tonight is a night of celebration, folks, because thanks to the support of loyal viewers like you, we have just been approved for, get this: two hundred thousand more seasons!”
The “live studio audience” went wild with applause. I put that in scare quotes because, as far as I could tell, besides the host, the studio seemed completely empty. As if he was standing on a plain white stage that extended outwards into infinite darkness on all sides.
“For those just joining us, the game here is simple…” He explained that this was some sort of a trivia show. Every time a guest got an answer wrong, it brought them a little closer to some sort of unspecified ‘punishment’. And if they got it right? He smirked. “Well, they get to delay the inevitable.”
I wondered what he meant by ‘inevitable’. I didn’t have to wonder long.
The host gestured to a curtain that hadn’t been there moments ago, which raised to reveal a middle-aged man. You know the type — bushy mustache, gray hair, round-rimmed glasses. Kind of guy you’d have doing your plumbing. He couldn’t look any more out of place stood up and restrained in that — what the hell is that?
I recognized that metal coffin-looking thing from a medieval torture museum I went to once. The iron maiden. The lid hung open, countless long, needle-like blades poking inwards, threaten to poke a million new holes in him if it was shut.
His situation was not lost on him. “Where… where am I? What the hell is this!?”
“Oh, lucky guess!” The host ‘joked’. More canned laughter. “I know you always loved watching those trivia shows, Malcolm? Weren’t you always sitting there, grinding your teeth, seething that it wasn’t fair? That you should be the one up on stage, winning big?”
The man paused. Even he seemed mesmerized by the unreal perfection of the host before him. “I… this is a… game show?”
“All you have to do is answer a few questions! Think you can handle that, Malcolm?” He pulled out a cue card without waiting for an answer. “And our first question! What were you doing the night of February 18th, 1998?”
The man seemed baffled. “Just… sat on my couch watching the NFL, I think? I’m not sure how I’m supposed to remember —“
He let out a startled squeal as a horrid buzzer sounded. On cue, the lid slid a third of the way closed, making him flinch. “Oooh, I’m afraid that’s the wrong answer, Frank! But you know what? I’ll give you one more chance. What were you —“
“Following a girl home!” The man cried out. “F-from the bar. There, are you happy?”
“Cor-rect!” The canned audience began cheering! “Such honesty! Now, our second question: just what were you carrying while you followed her?”
He hesitated for a little too long. And then the buzzer sounded again, and the lid slid so near to closing that its blades began poking uncomfortably against his skin. He tried to press himself against the back of the maiden as well as his restraints would allow. “Jesus! Okay! A knife, a knife!”
“Awww, if only you’d said that just a second earlier!” Another big question. “Our third question: why, Malcolm? Why did you do it?”
That set Malcolm off. He started thrashing, clawing, screaming. “Let me out of this thing, you maniac! You can’t do this to me! Do you know who I am? Is this some sort of sick joke? My lawyers will have your head for this, you—“
And then the buzzer. All of a sudden, the lid slammed shut full-force, and the man was utterly silenced save for an unnatural, drawn-out wheeze. “Another wrong answer, Malcolm! I’m afraid I was looking for: ‘because if I can’t have her, no one can’!”
I admit it. I laughed. Out of shock more than anything. How was this allowed on TV? I took it as some sort of dark comedy show, and it was kind of satisfying to see that freaky character get his comeuppance. Still, there was something unnerving to me, seeing the man’s eyes through the openings in the maiden. Wide and red and terrified. They just looked a little… too real.
But the maiden disappeared as quickly as it came, before I could dwell on it too much. “Oh, envy! Definitely one of my favorite sins.” More laughter. “Stay tuned, folks! We’ve still got a night of fun and games in store for you! But first… how’s about a word from our sponsors?”
Cut to a corporate logo which I again couldn't recognize.
“This segment was made possible by Buer Health, which has recently announced a brilliant new initiative to protect our citizens from skin cancer by removing their skin completely.”
The camera cut to a massive industrial building, resembling a solid concrete cube around 50 meters in width and height. Its surface bore arcane symbols etched using carvings of wailing, tormented faces. The host would occasionally be rendered inaudible by a deafening metallic scraping from within, though he didn’t seem to notice. The only protrusion from the building’s cubic shape was a single smokestack, belching a scarlet red smoke into the atmosphere. A queue of gaunt figures waited at the entrance, herded and coerced by their grim overseers, and there were no words to describe the procession of scarlet ghouls limping out the building’s other end.
“Owing to the nonlinearity of time, the brand new Grand Skinpeeling Machine has spontaneously appeared several years before construction deadlines, and indeed, before it was even conceived of by anyone in our timeline. People have rushed all the way from Malebolge just to try this miracle of technology out on opening day, and so far, the reviews have been stellar!”
He shoved his microphone in the face of a shambling thing that could only scarcely be called a human. Tatters of flesh clung to its exposed musculature, blowing in the wind. Its eyes were the only hint of color in that sea of bloody red, and they were wide, white and terrified. The thing screamed and wailed for as long as it could before the last tendons connecting its jaw to its face snapped, and it was left to choke and gurgle.
“An amazing wail! The results speak for themselves, folks. The Grand Skinpeeling Machine is a hit!”
So far, I was still laughing along and having a good time. The sight of the next ‘guest’, however, started making me nervous.
It was an old lady.
She couldn’t be a day younger than sixty, the sort of sweet elderly woman who in a just world would be cooking chocolate chip cookies for her grandchildren in a comfy cottage somewhere. But here she was, tied to a metal chair, eyes wide, shaking like a leaf. Unlike the last contestant, she seemed to know exactly what was happening.
“In exchange for our loving endorsement, they’ve agreed to loan us one of their star employees. Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for: the Liqisma!”
Something slunk from the darkness far behind her — or perhaps it’d be more apt to say that the darkness birthed it whole-cloth. It was like a living shadow, and it took my eyes a moment to register what I was even seeing.
How do I even begin describing this creature? I could say it looked almost human, or at least like something that may have been human long ago. Or I could start with its skin, which was all black and shiny as latex and seemingly smooth on first glance, but if you looked closer you’d realize it was covered in a million tiny reptilian scales, almost like a shark. Its head was a bald man’s, utterly devoid of any distinguishing features, like the basic stock template for a human being. It was notable only for a complete lack of pupils and irises, its eyes a pure white.
Its body defied basic biology in so many key ways, I had to stare it at for what felt like an eternity just to wrap my mind around its physiology. It was at least five or six meters long, by my estimate, composed of multiple human torsos stacked one on top of the other like segments of a centipede, each melding with the ones around it at the waist and shoulders. Each torso sported a pair of short, stubby arms that propelled it with terrifying grace. It ended with a pair of human legs, perpetually bent on their knees, beneath a ‘tail’ that looked more like its coccyx was poking free from its body.
The old last could clearly hear it, and kept futilely trying to turn her head around enough to get a peek at what stood behind her. I mouthed uselessly, don’t. You don’t want to know.
“Glad you could join us again, Miss Wethersby! Judging by our ratings last week, you seemed to have been a fan favorite!”
Her voice was so soft, I could barely hear it below the static. “Oh, God. Please, why won’t you people let me go? I’ve told you, I’ve never done anything, never hurt anybody. There must be some sort of—”
He waved a hand over her, and it seemed to forcefully snap her mouth shut. “Please, Miss Wethersby, save your breath for our questions!” Another cue card. “Your first question, my friend: where did you and your husband buy your first home?”
She had to think about it for a long time. Eventually, she cried out, “Alabama! Tuscaloosa, Alabama!”
“Ding ding ding! Why, you’re already doing better than our first contestant! Next question: what breed of dog was your childhood pet?”
She had a pained look on her face as she thought. Eventually, a timer started ticking down. It wasn’t visible, so it wasn’t clear how much time she had left exactly, but the sound it made got more shrill and high-pitched with every second. “Miss Wethersby, need I remind you that we have a time limit on this show?”
A tear ran down her cheek. “I… I keep telling you people, I don’t know. I have dementia, I can’t remember, please—”
That buzzer again. “I’m afraid that was the wrong answer! Liqisma?” The old lady shuddered at the sounds of hundreds of feet drawing a little closer to her. “Now, your first grandchild. What did he look like? What color were his eyes? His hair?”
She was crying harder now, like it hurt her that she couldn’t remember something so dear to her. “I told you I can’t remember! Why are you doing this to me!?”
“If you don’t remember them, why would they remember you?” The host mocked as the buzzer sounded, and the beast drew a little closer. “Really, do you believe they still even think about you? Or do you think they’re glad that the old bag of bones isn’t there sucking up their inheritance?”
This went on for… God, it could have been an hour. I was glued to the screen all the while, frozen with terror, praying for this nightmare to just end, for her to make it out okay somehow. He poured over every little detail of the life she lived and the people she loved, delighting in how little of it she could still recall.
And the thing grew closer, and closer… until she finally felt multiple pairs of hands resting upon her shoulders. The thing was looming over her now, and a long, black tongue a few feet in length emerged from its mouth and ran trails of dark saliva over the back of her head. She looked broken down, eyes raw from crying, and I could tell by the dampness of her dress that she’d wet herself.
“Now, Miss Wethersby, our time here has been fun, but I do believe it is time for our final question. Tell me, what is the name… of your only son?”
She couldn’t even answer anymore. She just stared ahead, like her mind was a million miles away. He cackled as the buzzer sounded one final time, and threw his cue cards aside. “Thank you for playing, Miss Wethersby. Better luck next time.”
I would say the thing unhinged its jaw like a snake, but that’d be an understatement. The way the thing’s face malformed and wrinkled and stretched as it opened its maw, it no longer looked even remotely human. Its jaws must have parted at least thirty centimeters apart, revealing a second, pharyngeal pair of jaws that lashed out and gripped the woman’s skull, pulling her headlong into that darkness.
I could hear bones crunching and snapping as its throat constricted down around her body, peristaltic muscles compacting her into a meat slurry, bit by bit. Yet she just wouldn’t die. Even as her skull and upper body were already crushed and compacted, organs and muscles pressed into mulch, she still kicked her legs, twitched her fingers, let out a gurgling that must have been some attempt at screaming. She was squirming even as the beast snapped its jaw shut around the last of her, condemning her to whatever torments awaited her inside the creature.
And all the while, that horrible laughter. “Don’t worry, folks! She’ll be back next week! And the next. And the next…”
Needless to say, I wasn’t having fun anymore. In fact, I had to turn away and fight the urge to throw up. I stood, about to turn the TV off and —
“Ah, ah, ah! Don’t touch that dial, now!” I froze. There was something chilling about the way he said that, staring right into the screen as if reacting to what I was doing. I hated that grin on his face. “The real show is just beginning.”
And with the barely restrained excitement of a child on Christmas morning, he yanked back another curtain, and I recognized everything.
I recognized that crappy bootleg knockoff Always Sunny in Philadelphia jacket that was so gaudy and terrible it instantly became her favorite thing in her wardrobe. I recognized those subtle hints of slight acne she disguised as fake freckles. I recognized the way her gray eyes would remind me of those overcast mornings at the beach at Hilton Head and pointing out all the cannonball jellyfish washed up on the sands. I recognized that tattoo of the name ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ, how I’d held her all night long as she cried into my shirt after her childhood cat had died.
It was Lila.
I shuddered, gasped, fell from my seat as if I’d been punched in the stomach and the air had been knocked out of me. I couldn’t breathe. This couldn’t be real. I was dreaming right now. I must be. I just had to wake up.
But I couldn’t wake up. Nothing I could do dispelled the sight of her curled up in that… that thing. That bronze statue of a bull, horns jutting on either side of a head that roaring silently up at the heavens, all while the love of my life was locked in its hollowed out belly, visible only through a pane of glass. I could hear her cry out in shock at where she’d found herself, and every whimper felt like it drove a knife through my chest.
The host soaked in the moment. It was ecstasy for him, the suffering of it all. He stared dead into the camera like he was looking right at me as she called, “What is this? Where am I?”
“Why, I have good news, my dear Lila! You’re exactly where every American dreams of being: you’re on TV.” He pointed to the camera. “And we have a very special guest in the audience tonight. Your very own beloved Jackson!”
I shuddered, hearing my own name ooze from his fetid lips. His façade of perfection was slipping, and there was something so profoundly ugly beneath it. Her eyes snapped to the camera, confused, despairing. “Jackson? Baby? What — what’s happening? What is this?”
I don’t know, I thought, gripping the sides of the TV so hard my knuckles turned white, but I’m going to get you out of there, baby. I’m going to find whoever did this and I’m going to bury them all so far beneath that studio that they’ll never-
“I’m afraid Jackson hasn’t joined us quite yet, my dear. But if you truly love him, surely you’ll give him a show to remember, won’t you?” He taunted her. “All I want, after all, is to ask you a few questions! In fact, I’ll offer you a special deal: get even a single answer right, and I’ll let you go free! But get one wrong and, well…”
On cue, a fire was lit beneath her. Small, smoldering for now, but she whimpered as she noticed the heat. We both realized in that instant what this was. By now, I was screaming things I can’t repeat here, and slamming my hands against the TV screen as if I could reach through and save her.
She bit her lip and acquiesced. Not like she had any room to argue. The host grinned and readied a cue card. “Your first question: where are you, Lila?”
“I… I don’t know. How am I supposed to know?”
“You do know, Lila. You know exactly where you are.” He smirked at her. “Here’s a free hint: what’s the last thing you remember, before you woke up here?
She thought about it… and choked back a sob, visibly shaking as the realization slowly settled in. “But… but why? I… I…”
The horrible wail of the buzzer cut her off. “Oooh, too bad! I’m afraid you’ve run out of time!”
Seemingly as if on its own, the fire doubled in size. Sparks licked the belly of the bronze bull, and began to ever-so-slowly heat the surface. She pawed around in the tight confines, searching for any reprieve from the scalding heat all around her as the metal grew hot like it’d been left out in the sun on a summer’s day. “Please! Oh, God, let me out of this thing! It hurts! It hurts!”
The host seemed to breathe in her pain as if stealing a moment’s indulgence. “Now that there is no doubt about where you are, my dear, let us proceed to the second question.” He switched to his next card. “Did you believe in God, in the end?”
“O-of course!” She pled her case as if she was being tried in court. “My entire life… every day I gave to the poor, helped the sick, did whatever I could to honor Hi-“
“I’m afraid you misunderstood my question. I asked, did you believe in him at the end? The very moment your pitiful little life was snuffed out?”
“I always believed! I’d never forsake Him!”
“Yes, yes, I know. You lived a good and holy life, didn’t you?” He cackled. “But what of the very end? You and your little husband were so excited to deliver your first little baby boy. But o, tragedy! It all went wrong, didn’t it? Your precious little boy didn’t make it through childbirth… and you followed closely behind.”
“That whole business with the botched pregnancy, it was… what do you call it? Ah, yes. A ‘test of faith’. And I’m afraid you failed. In your final moments, you watched the light fade from your child’s eyes, and you assumed — wisely, in my humble opinion — that no ‘kind’ and ‘loving’ God would allow something like that to happen.” He laughed. “Funny how after a lifetime of dutiful service, all it takes is one little mistake at the end… to bring you here. To us.”
I’d never seen such depths of despair in a person’s eyes. Such emptiness. Like with every word, he’d been scooping out another piece of her until she was hollow. And then that buzzer roared again, more shrill than ever, and I could barely see her little window through the smoke and flames. The belly of the bull was turning orange in places, and I could hear her flesh start to sizzle like meat on a grill. There are no words for the noises she made. No words at all.
“And our last, final question,” he continued. “What were your last words to your poor, beloved Jackson?”
“I love you!” I called out the answer. Bloody fingerprints stained the TV screen from my slamming my hands against it, as I screamed the answer over and over. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” At some point, I forgot that there was ever a question. I was just screaming it at her as if hoping that she could hear it, that it could bring her a modicum of comfort in that place.
The buzzer sounded again. I couldn't bring myself to look. All I could hear was the roaring of the bull, and the steam rising from its bronze nostrils.
The curtain fell. Silence drowned the sound. The host dropped all pretense that he hadn’t been speaking directly to me. “Now, Jackson. You just might be one of my new favorite audience members this show had ever had. I know this must have been hard for you. But if you’ll just stay tuned, I have one more show I know you’re certain to love!”
I didn’t bother to touch the remote. After all, nothing could be worse than what I’d just seen, right?
Wrong. Horror wracked me as the curtain rose, and I saw the man chained to a chair. I pulled away like a caveman witnessing fire, cringing and stuttering, face wet with sweat. It was the sort of fear that worked its way into your bones like a bad chill, that left you shaking, teeth chattering.
It was me.
An older me, sure. But not by much. Ten years, maybe. A gaunt and hollow version of me, one twisted by ten years of depression and hard drugs. But it was unmistakable.
His eyes widened as he recognized the host. “Oh — oh God, God please no! It can’t be — oh Christ, let me out of this chair, you —“
“Come, now! We wouldn’t want to use the lord’s name in vain, would we? I mean, that would be a sin!” The host laid a hand on the other me’s shoulder. “It may have been a few years since you watched our program, but I’m sure you remember the rules, don’t you, old friend?”
The other me was wordless, on the verge of hyperventilating, just as I was. The host was giddy with delight. “Now! Our first and only question is one I’m sure our viewer will be very interested in: what sins, exactly, do you think landed you here?”
The other me tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. I could see it in his eyes. The years of self-destruction, the bitter hopelessness, the whirlpool of nihilism and vice and decay. The suffocating depths of a man. The darkness. How could he put it into words?
The sound of the buzzer was like a pig’s squeal. “Mmm, I’m afraid that our viewer is going to have to figure that out for himself! In the meantime, your punishment? Well, we wouldn’t want to spoil anything…”
The curtains slowly began to fall just as a couple other of those black, grotesque monstrosities emerged from the darkness. The curtain covered them all before I could get a good look at their obscene, twisted, asymmetrical figures. All I could hear was the crunching, the sound of skin tearing like paper, the screaming that went on for longer and louder than a human throat or vocal chords could endure.
The image and audio were beginning to distort, glitch, burn away. The tapes were physically melting as they played. My VCR was starting to overheat, sparks pouring from its front panel. The host voice jumped around in tone, his voice fading into the static blur as the tapes bubbled and boiled and distorted. “But, my friends, I’m afraid that concludes tonight’s episode of our show! So, with a final farewell to our dear, beloved viewer, Jackson…”
Just before the image melted away, the camera seemed to jump forward until his face filled the screen, his eyes piercing into mine as he cackled in that singsong voice.
“See you sooooon~”

Hello everyone,
I'm new about modding and i don't understand why this 3 mod don't work,
Headunter simply don't update the quest after killing the bandit leader and don't spawn the head (when i download some patches simply doesen't read the mod),
Read the room work pretty fine exept for the hood whose animation is the same of the helmet,
regarding skyclimb when i install the mod after few second the game crash to desktop ( if istall old patch crash after 1 o 2 minutes and i really dont know why, beacuse i have everything required.
I have already run nemesis update engine etc... and i can't find the patch for EGV animate trasversal (maybe this is the problem ?). Other mod like Eanting animation and sound that require nemesis work fine and i find the patch in the nemesis window.
Anyway i use only vortex, download SKSE(2.2.6) from NEXUS and i have Skyrim SE patch 1.6.1170.0.8, all the mod are update to the latest version
This is my mod list with current order throug LOOT
0 0 Skyrim.esm
1 1 Update.esm
2 2 Dawnguard.esm
3 3 HearthFires.esm
4 4 Dragonborn.esm
5 5 ccBGSSSE001-Fish.esm
254 FE 0 ccQDRSSE001-SurvivalMode.esl
254 FE 1 ccBGSSSE037-Curios.esl
6 6 ccBGSSSE025-AdvDSGS.esm
254 FE 2 _ResourcePack.esl
7 7 Unofficial Skyrim Special Edition Patch.esp
8 8 RealisticWaterTwo - Resources.esm
9 9 Campfire.esm
254 FE 3 EVGAnimatedTraversal.esl
10 a AnimatedCarriage.esm
254 FE 4 Sentinel - Distribution Framework.esp
11 b SkyUI_SE.esp
12 c Audio Overhaul Skyrim.esp
13 d SMIM-SE-Merged-All.esp
254 FE 5 SkyClimb.esp
14 e iNeed.esp
15 f iNeed - Extended.esp
16 10 Sanctuary Reborn.esp
17 11 Cutting Room Floor.esp
254 FE 6 Headhunter - Bounties Redone.esp
Imperial Armors and Weapons Retexture SE - AmidianAddon.esp
Imperial Armors and Weapons Retexture SE - AmidianAddonLight.esp
Missile IED Headhunter Better Trophy On Horses.esp
TGRetextureOblivonArtsAlvanteReplacer.esp
18 12 MCMHelper.esp
254 FE 7 ReadTheRoom.esp
19 13 RLO - Exteriors.esp
20 14 Hunterborn.esp
21 15 TaberuAnimation.esp
254 FE 8 SHO for Hunterborn.esp
22 16 Vivid WeathersSE.esp
254 FE 9 Reverb Interior Sounds Expansion.esp
23 17 Keep It Clean.esp
254 FE a Candlehearth.esp
254 FE b AcousticTemplateFixes.esp
24 18 Hothtrooper44_ArmorCompilation.esp
25 19 man_DaedricShrines.esp
26 1a Run For Your Lives.esp
27 1b Frostfall.esp
254 FE c Infiltration - Quest Expansion.esp
28 1c Immersive Patrols II.esp
29 1d SL99Exchanger.esp
254 FE d PaarthurnaxQuestExpansion.esp
254 FE e College Of Winterhold - Quest Expansion.esp
254 FE f CWRepairs.esp
30 1e Missives.esp
254 FE 10 ACLine_Whiterun.esp
31 1f Apocalypse - Magic of Skyrim.esp
32 20 dD - Enhanced Blood Main.esp
254 FE 11 AOS_EBT Patch.esp
254 FE 12 Rumble - Crafting - AOS Patch.esp
254 FE 13 Rumble - Jumping - AOS Patch.esp
254 FE 14 Rumble - Swimming - AOS Patch.esp
254 FE 15 Rumble - Weapons - AOS Patch.esp
254 FE 16 TrueStormsSE_AOS.esp
254 FE 17 AcousticTemplateFixes_CC_Seducers.esp
254 FE 18 AcousticTemplateFixes_ReverbInteriorSounds.esp
254 FE 19 Reverb Interior Sounds Expansion_VolumeSlider_Rain.esp
254 FE 1a Reverb Interior Sounds Expansion_VolumeSlider_Thunder.esp
33 21 WadeInWater.esp
254 FE 1b WadeInWaterRedone.esp
34 22 Vivid Weathers - Extended Rain.esp
35 23 Vivid Weathers SE - Classic.esp
36 24 Vivid Weathers SE - Extended Snow.esp
254 FE 1c CarryYourCarcasses.esp
254 FE 1d Hunterborn - Animations.esp
254 FE 1e Dynamic Activation Key.esp
254 FE 1f Simple Hunting Overhaul.esp
37 25 Quick Inventory.esp
254 FE 20 Hunterborn - Campfire Patch.esp
254 FE 21 Hunterborn - iNeed Patch.esp
254 FE 22 Gotobed-HearthFires-patch.esp
254 FE 23 Use Those Blankets.esp
254 FE 24 The Whispering Door - Quest Expansion.esp
254 FE 25 The Whispering Door QE - EVGAT Patch.esp
254 FE 26 The Whispering Door QE - USSEP Patch.esp
254 FE 27 Bandit Lines Expansion.esp
254 FE 28 Gotobed.esp
254 FE 29 Take a Nap.esp
254 FE 2a Sleeping Expanded.esp
254 FE 2b Dirt and Blood - Dynamic Visuals.esp
254 FE 2c Dirt and Blood Expanded.esp
254 FE 2d DNBE_iNeed.esp
38 26 MOD - Simply Better Movement Speeds (SSE).esp
39 27 WetandCold.esp
40 28 VioLens SE.esp
41 29 RichMerchantsSkyrim_x5.esp
42 2a Dr_Bandolier.esp
43 2b Hothtrooper44_Armor_Ecksstra.esp
44 2c icepenguinworldmapclassic.esp
45 2d AMatterOfTime.esp
46 2e Immersive Weapons.esp
254 FE 2e EVGConditionalIdles.esp
47 2f iNeed - Dangerous Diseases.esp
48 30 ImmersiveInteractions.esp
254 FE 2f Missile IED Meshes.esp
254 FE 30 Missile IED Preset - ElSopa Potion Force Set.esp
254 FE 31 Imperial Armors and Weapons Retexture SE - Penitus Pants.esp
254 FE 32 Fea's KIC - DnBE Patch.esp
254 FE 33 Sonders_Keyword_Distribution.esp
49 31 Sentinel.esp
254 FE 34 Sentinel - Imperial Crafting.esp
254 FE 35 Sentinel - Unique Guard Meshes.esp
254 FE 36 Sentinel - Unique Skyforge Meshes.esp
254 FE 37 Sentinel - Unique Stormcloak Meshes.esp
50 32 BarenziahQuestMarkers.esp
254 FE 38 Immersive Equipping Animations.esp
254 FE 39 SkyrimConfigurationMenu.esp
51 33 mintylightningmod.esp
52 34 Immersive Citizens - AI Overhaul.esp
53 35 CFTO.esp
254 FE 3a CWR_IC_Patch.esp
Immersive Horses.esp
54 36 Convenient Horses.esp
55 37 Trade & Barter.esp
56 38 Sacrosanct - Vampires of Skyrim.esp
57 39 RealisticWaterTwo.esp
58 3a RealisticWaterTwo - Keep It Clean.esp
59 3b RLO - Interiors.esp
60 3c RLO - CRF Patch.esp
61 3d RLO - IC Patch.esp
62 3e RLO - VIS Patch.esp
Thanks for help

1 On the third day there was a wedding in Cana of Galilee, and the mother of Jesus was there. 2 Now both Jesus and His disciples were invited to the wedding. 3 And when they ran out of wine, the mother of Jesus said to Him, “They have no wine.” 4 Jesus said to her, “Woman, what does your concern have to do with Me? My hour has not yet come.” 5 His mother said to the servants, “Whatever He says to you, do it.” 6 Now there were set there six waterpots of stone, according to the manner of purification of the Jews, containing twenty or thirty gallons apiece. 7 Jesus said to them, “Fill the waterpots with water.” And they filled them up to the brim. 8 And He said to them, “Draw some out now, and take it to the master of the feast.” And they took it. 9 When the master of the feast had tasted the water that was made wine, and did not know where it came from (but the servants who had drawn the water knew), the master of the feast called the bridegroom. 10 And he said to him, “Every man at the beginning sets out the good wine, and when the guests have well drunk, then the inferior. You have kept the good wine until now!” 11 This beginning of signs Jesus did in Cana of Galilee, and manifested His glory; and His disciples believed in Him.

I am a bridesmaid planning the bridal shower. I purchased a template off Etsy to make electronic invites and printable signs. I plan on emailing this out, but forgot to consider the part where people can RSVP. Is there a link or a QR that could take people to a site to confirm or deny their attendance? Most invitations I have accepted in the past have been through a website that combines the invitation with the RSVP together..

This is something interesting I noticed. Basically, in Vampire Hunter, after each character's ending there is some text that expands on the ending. A lot of the time, this acts as a kind of bridge between their story and that of Vampire Savior. Unfortunately, instead of being translated for the western release of Night Warriors they were instead cut, so instead you just get a scroll across an artwork of said character with no text (I also note that sometimes the western release seems to just completely make shit up, for instance in Pyron's English ending he states he'll incinerate the Earth and devour its life force while in his Japanese ending he just adds it to his collection of planets). I'll copy paste these epilogues alongside a crude machine translation.
EDIT: I just found this page which has a better translation. https://darkstalkers.fandom.com/wiki/User_blog:Openwithnotepad/Night_Warriors_Endings_Find
I took the liberty of replacing my crude google translate with this.
Donovan:

ルーマニアの森にひっそりとたつ、『闇の住人』の館。 夜ごとぶきみなうなりごえが木々をふるわせ、 おとずれるものを言いようもしれぬ恐怖でつつむ。 いつのころからか、そのこすみついた魔物が、満月 の明かりのなか街こおり、若い娘をさらっていっては その生き血をすするという・・・。 勇気ある若者が館の近くまでいってみるのだが、そこに ひそむ得体の知れぬ影におびえ、みな逃げ帰る。 そして口をそろえてこう言うのだ。 『おそろしく悲しげな目をしたバケモノが、くらやみ からじっとオレたちを・・・!』
Somewhere in the woods of Romania, the mansion of the "dark dweller" stands quietly. During long nights, a howling cry can be heard from there that can consumed visitors with fear. During full moon nights, the demon who dwells in that castle comes to the nearby village and attacks the young maidens, sucking out their blood... Many young men have ventured into the castle, but they've all been startled by an unknown creature lurking behind the shadows and ran away. One of them had this to say. "When we went there, we saw the monster glaring us with sad eyes..."

Hsien-Ko:

転生した2人はすくすくとそだち、美しい然となった。 16才の誕生日の夜、2人は同じ夢を見る。 見知らぬ、しかしどこかなつかしく、あたたかい ほほえみをたたえた女性が、かたりかけてくる。 「あなたたちに眠っている力が、よみがえる時が きました。 よいことに使うのですよ・・・」 次の日、2人はふしぎな力が体にやどるのを感じ、顔を 見合わせた。 「あのヒト、謎だったのかなあ」 母のさすけたパワーは、血をこえて伝えられたのだ。
The two sisters reincarnated and grew up to become beautiful girls. On the night of their 16th birthday, the two girls had the same dream. A woman with a warth smile spoke to them. They didn't know who she was, but somehow she seemed familiar."The time has come for your dormant powers to awake once more. You will need them once more..." On the following the day, the two girls felt a mysterious power in their bodies and the two exchanged glances. "Is this what that lady spoke about?" The power granted to them by their mother transcends beyond bloodline.

Demetri:

その後・・・人間界での闇の世界を制したデミトリは さらに力をたくわえ、魔界に戻る。 かつて板をうち負かし、人間界においやった男・・・ 魔王ベリオールを倒すためである。 しかし魔王ペリオールの姿はなく、魔界の王は 次のアーンスランド家の当主がつとめていた。 「ほう、おまえがペリオールのかわりか? まあいい、今こそ誰が真の魔界最強かを決める時 ・・・いくぞ!」 「ええ・・・のぞむところよ」 極に『魔界大戦乱』とよばれる、し裂な戦いの始まり であった・・・。
Afterwards, Demitri decided to conserve his power by returning to the Dark Dimension, having already taken control of the human world during the dark. He still needed to defeat the one man who drove to the human world... He needed to defeat the Demon King Belial. But the Demon King Belial was nowhere to be found and his throne was inherited by Aensland clan's next of kin. "Oh, so you are Belial's successor? Alright, the time has come to see who is the strongest of the Dark Dimension ...prepare yourself!" "Eh.... if that's what you wish." And thus began a destructive battle that would be known as the "Great War of the Dark Dimension".

Jon Talbain/Gallon:

のろわしき人娘の血は、ついに消え去った。 「これで村に帰れる・・・」 しかし、村に人影はなかった。人娘のウワサがひろまり みな他所へ身をひそめていたのだ。 うなだれるガロンに、木陰からようすをうかがって いた子供たちが走り寄る。 「にーちゃん! ガロンにーちゃん!」 「帰ってきたんだね!」 ガロンはかけ寄る子供たちにかこまれ、自然と涙ぐむ。 大変なのはこれからだ。ダークストーカーズとして 人を傷つけた罪をつぐない、ふたたび村人と幸せに くらせる日まで、ガロンの戦いは続く。
The accursed werewolf blood has been vanquished. "I can now return to the village..." However, there wasn't even a shadow in the village. After rumors of a werewolf were spread, the people relocated to other places. Just went Talbain was about to give up, a couple of children who were hiding in the shade of a tree ran up to him. "Brother! Brother Jon!" "You're back!" Talbain was moved to tears as the children got close to him. Things would began to change from here. Talbain continued his battle, swearing that Darkstalkers would pay for their crimes, so that the people will one day return to the village and live happily again.

Victor:

エミリーとの、しずかで幸せな生活。 はかせなきあと、ビクトルが初めて味わった感情・・・ 「かなしみ」も、じょじょにいえていった。 しかし、この暮らしもながくはつづかなかった。 「エミリー・・・どうしたエミリー? うこけ、うこけ!」 突然、まったく動かなったエミリーをだきしめ、 ピクトルは泣いた・・・。 エミリーもまた、ゲルデンハイムはかせが残した、 人造人間だったのである。 ビクトルはエミリーを研究室のいすにのせ、来る日も 来る日も、アラシとカミナリの夜を待っている・・・。
Victor began living a peaceful and happy life with his sister Emily. Victor did not feel any fear for the first time since the Professor's death... One might say that he was no longer "sad." But that did not last very long. "Emily... What's wrong, Emily? Why are you not moving!" Victor suddenly embraced the immobile Emily and began to cry out. Emily was just another one of the android creations left by Professor Gerdenheim. Victor took Emily to the lab, waiting day after day for another thunderous and stormy night...

Lord RaptoZabel Zarock:

強大な魔力をえたザベルは、冥王オゾムにいどむべこ 魔界へとなだれこんだ。 「いくぜル・マルタ!」 「オッケィ!」 しかしその暴走も、ル・マルタによって、すべて オゾムにつつぬけであった。 「ククク、おろか極まれり・・・こいザベルよ! 特上のタマシイ、食らってくれるわ!」 冥王の顔めがけて突撃するザベル。 「最強は俺サマだ・・・これでもくらいな!!」
With his newly increased powers, Raptor descended into the Dark Dimension to challenge the Dark Lord Ozom. "Let's go Le Marta!" "Okay!" However, Ozom was aware of all he was causing by Le Marta. "Heh-heh-heh, you're extremely foolish... my dear Raptor! I shall dine on even more prime-quality souls!" Raptor was about to strike the Dark Lord on his face. "I am the strongest... Eat this!"

Morrigan:

少しだけだるい体をよこたえ、モリガンは眠りについこ またしばらく、つまらない毎日になるのかしら・・・ そんな思いを夢でまぎらわそうとした時、執事のこえ よびかけた。 「お嬢様・・・モリガン様」 「どうしたの? これから楽しい夢の時間なのよ」 「たった今・・・ご主人様が、おなくなりになられま した」 「!・・・そう。 アーンスランド家も、ついに終るのね・・・」 しかし朝は、うやうやしく告げた。 「いえ・・・次なる当主は、あなた様でございます」
After gently lying herself down, Morrigan began to sleep. It would seems that her every day life became boring once again... While dreaming about those long-gone days, her butler calls out for her. "My mistress... Lady Morrigan!" "What's wrong? I was having a pleasant dream." "The master... He disappeared just a moment ago," "!...I see. So the Aensland clan is almost finished..." But the butler promptly replied to her. "No... Because now you shall be the head of the family, my lady."

Anakaris:

5000年前の世界に戻ったアナカリス。 滅びる運命にあったはずの彼のたみは、低大なる ファラオの復活というきせきをみた。 人々にむかえられるアナカリスの姿は神々しく輝き、 タマシイが永遠不滅のものであることを証明していた。 「我こそ絶対・・・我こそ真理!」 それから数百年にわたりアナカリスの国は栄えた。 しかしその事実を正確につたえるきろくはない。 いまもさばくの下に、かのエジプトのナイル文明をも しのいだ国が人知れずうもれている。
After 5,000 years, Anakaris has returned to the world. The resurrected Pharaoh helped rescue his nation, which was on the brink of collapse. The people welcomed Anakaris' presence as a divine revelation, an evidence of the soul's immortality. "I am absolute...I am supreme!" The land of Anakaris flourished for hundreds of years, but this fact was never written in recorded history. But under the desert in the Nile region of Egypt, likes a nation hidden away from the rest of civilization.

Felicia:

・・・というワケで、ミュージカルスターになるっ いうアタシの夢は、やっとかなったのです。 いまは『世界は私のもの』のワールドツアーの準備 おおいそがし。 スターって、のんびりできないのよね・・。 でも、たくさんのキャットウーマンのトモダチがで たし、もうさびしくなんかないわ。 天国のMAMAも見ててね、アタシもっともっと シアワセになるから! つぎはステキなLOVEでもしてみようかな? じゃ、またネ<3
...and that's how I finally realized my dreams and became a musical star. Right now I'm making preparation for the world tour of The World is Mine. Being a star ain't easy, but I was able to make friends with a few other catwomen, I'm not so lonely anymore. Mama in heaven, look at how well I'm doing now! Will I find a dreamy love next? See ya later! <3

Bishamon:

すべては悪夢であった・・・。 ビシャモンはその後、おりんとともに全国を旅し人々 の役に立つために力をつくした。 彼は刀や武器をすて、ふたたび手にすることはなかった という。 呪いのヨロイ『ハンニャ』、血を吸う刀『鬼炎』は、ビシー モンのもときはなれ、いずこかへと消え去った。 いまもまた、どこかで血をもとめ、闇をさまよっている のだろうか?
After all the nightmares went away, Bishamon traveled the country afterwards with Orin to use his powers for the good of the people. He surrendered his katana and weapons, vowing never to use them again. The cursed armor of "Han-nya" and the blood-sucking blade of "Kien" disappeared after Bishamon free himself from them. Could they still be wandering in the dark, yearning for more blood?

Rikuo/Albuath:

水のたみは滅んではいなかった。 かつての仲間と再会したオルバスは アマゾンのみずうこ あらたなねじろとして王国復活にとりかかる。 オルバスはふと、みずうみのそこにせまいどうくつき 見つけ、もぐってみた。 ふかく長いどうくつを2時間ばかりすすむと、きゅうに あたりがひらけ、そこに、いままで見たこともないほど 雄大な山々が水の光にゆらいでそびえていた。 オルバスは決心する。ここをあたらしい我々のすみかに しょう・・・ 地球をおおう『うみ』。オルバスたちが世界の主となる 日も、そう遠くないであろう。
The sea nation was not completely destroyed yet. After Rikuo was reunited with a former ally, he established the Amazon Lake as his new stronghold in an effort to revive his kingdom. Suddenly, Rikuo found a small cave under the river and went there to look. After wandering the unusually long cave for nearly two hours, he suddenly found an opening which radiated a grandiose undersea light which he has never seen before in his life. Rikuo was determined to make the palace he found the new home of his people. The "seas" shall conceal the earth and it won't be long Rikuo and his race become the new masters of the world.

Sasquatch:

ハナ息も荒く戦いの準備をすすめるピッグフット族。 必要なのは兵力だ。「うめよ、ふやせよ!」 やがて彼らの数は増え続け、食料がたりなくなる。 「このままじゃ、みんなハラすかせてまいっちまう!」 ところが、不覚にも人間につかまった仲間のひとりが、 格別のタイグウであつかわれていることを知り、われも われもと人間の前に姿を見せる。 「すべては世界セイフクのため・・・みてろよニンゲン ども!」 「それにしても、このハナナってのはうめえなあ!」
The Big Foot tribe began their preparation for a rough, but boastful battle. Their military strength became a necessity. "Procreate and multiply!" Not long afterwards, their numbers increased and they began to run out of food. "Right now, our tummies are craving for food!" However, when one of them was captured, they came up with a brilliant plant and decided to expose themselves to the human race. "To conquer the whole world...we must be seen by humans!" "It won't be so bad, these bananas more than make up for it!"

Huitzil/Phobos:

ふたたび動きを止めるガーディアン「番人】たち。 もう彼らの守るべきあるじはいない。 そして数百年・・・。 彼らの中のメカが、待機モードのオフを告げた。 センサーが、地球上のすべてから、生命体の反応がゼロ になったことを感知したのだ。 次々と地球をとびたっフォボスたち。新しいあるじと、 倒すべき敵をもとめて。
The sleeping Guardians began to move once again. However there was no one to protect now. It has been hundreds of years... Their central mecha announced the deactivation of the standby mode. Their sensors scouted all over the earth and perceived zero life forms. One by one, Huitzil units began to fly over the earth. Their purpose now is to defeat everyone threatening their new master.

Pyron:

短い戦いの時をおえて、パイロンは銀河をあとに これからまた、気の遠くなる長い時間を、ひとり 過ごさねばならない。彼の命は永遠なのだ。 やがて彼はすべての星々を手に入れ、大宇宙の中 なるだろう。 その時こそ、彼自身を『宇宙』とよぶ時かも知れ
After the short battle ended, Pyron left the galaxy. Afterwards, he could not do anything except live alone for a very long time, as his life is eternal. Not long afterwards, he became taking over every other planet, becoming the centre of the universe. From that moment on, he might as well call himself "the universe."