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2024.05.14 01:42 Massive_Ask_3400 Looking for Trans-Femm player to fulfill the party's [HOMEBASE/RESOURCES Management Role]
Hello, my name is Lillian and I am looking for 1 trans fem player to join a ttrpg I am running on Roll20.Net. The communication for the game is handled via Discord [my discord name is lexshira]. Our game allows a lot of freedom for players for example one player we had recently who unfortunately had to leave the game due to schedule issues was Kryptonian Keyblade Master LOL.
What the Party Needs From This Posting: Someone who is math, organization and resource-minded who can aid the party in managing their HOMEBASE/RESOURCES.
Game Info: The game is an adventure/horror game with heavy LGBT+ and Sex-Positive vibes and themes.
Since I live in Pacific Time then the playtimes will revolve around that. Game will be on Sundays starting at 1:30PM Pacific time.
Game System = The game system is my own creation but use the 5e Character Sheet as a base. In the spirit of honesty, my game system does have a learning curve as it goes beyond an RPG and contains elements/mechanics related to Community/Base Building/Management, Resource Management, Living World NPCs and Survivalism.
The Story = The story is based on my own mythologies but also draws influence and content from other sources such as a variation of Curse of Strahd, Murder House, Dark Sun, Cyberpunk, Elder Scrolls and Descent Into Avernus. Other Multimedia events and things likely to affect the world in some ways are things like Marvel Comic's 'Battle-World', House of M, and 'Secret Wars' events.
Game Setting = The game will take place on the newly forming world of Nouva-Terra. Nouva-Terra is a world born out of the ashes of Multiversal destruction. It is a world formed of the merged remnants of other realities and populated by the countless multiverse survivors of that apocalyptic merging.
Content Rating = Rated M due to violence, dark themes, heavy sexuality, and sexual themes of both a vanilla [Loving caring relationships, etc.] and of a disturbing nature based on context.
Gameplay Focus = Combat will be minimal but still present with most gameplay focusing on Player-Character Driven events and story with a focus on Interpersonal Intrigue, Political Intrigue, Mystery/Puzzle solving, Romance / Sexuality and Found-Family issues. There will also be focus on Survivalism and Community/Base Building/Management.
Game Frequency = Weekly or every other week.
NO ONE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD.
Currently Confirmed Realities That Have Already Begun Merging With Nova-Terra [Note the players do not need to be in any way familiar with any of this content but things from these realities exist in the game]:
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What the Party Needs From This Posting: Someone who is math, organization and resource-minded who can aid the party in managing their HOMEBASE/RESOURCES.
Game Info: The game is an adventure/horror game with heavy LGBT+ and Sex-Positive vibes and themes.
Since I live in Pacific Time then the playtimes will revolve around that. Game will be on Sundays starting at 1:30PM Pacific time.
Game System = The game system is my own creation but use the 5e Character Sheet as a base. In the spirit of honesty, my game system does have a learning curve as it goes beyond an RPG and contains elements/mechanics related to Community/Base Building/Management, Resource Management, Living World NPCs and Survivalism.
The Story = The story is based on my own mythologies but also draws influence and content from other sources such as a variation of Curse of Strahd, Murder House, Dark Sun, Cyberpunk, Elder Scrolls and Descent Into Avernus. Other Multimedia events and things likely to affect the world in some ways are things like Marvel Comic's 'Battle-World', House of M, and 'Secret Wars' events.
Game Setting = The game will take place on the newly forming world of Nouva-Terra. Nouva-Terra is a world born out of the ashes of Multiversal destruction. It is a world formed of the merged remnants of other realities and populated by the countless multiverse survivors of that apocalyptic merging.
Content Rating = Rated M due to violence, dark themes, heavy sexuality, and sexual themes of both a vanilla [Loving caring relationships, etc.] and of a disturbing nature based on context.
Gameplay Focus = Combat will be minimal but still present with most gameplay focusing on Player-Character Driven events and story with a focus on Interpersonal Intrigue, Political Intrigue, Mystery/Puzzle solving, Romance / Sexuality and Found-Family issues. There will also be focus on Survivalism and Community/Base Building/Management.
Game Frequency = Weekly or every other week.
NO ONE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD.
Currently Confirmed Realities That Have Already Begun Merging With Nova-Terra [Note the players do not need to be in any way familiar with any of this content but things from these realities exist in the game]:
- The Prime Elder-Scrolls Timeline
- The Prime Fallout Timeline
- The MCU and Various Marvel Realities
- Various DC Realities
- The Prime Star-Wars Timeline
- Various D&D and Pathfinder Timelines
- The Prime Terminator Timeline
- Various Zelda Timelines
- Prime DBZ Timeline
- Prime Star-Trek Timeline
- Prime Code-Lyoko Timeline
- Prime Kingdom Heats Timeline
- There is to be NO and I repeat NO PLAYER TO PLAYER Non-Con sexuality or Romance-Attempts.
- There is to be NO UNPROVOKED PVP.
- NO PROMOTION OF SEXISM OR HATRED OR ILLEGAL ACTIVITIES OR BULLYING BETWEEN PLAYERS.
- There is to be no PLAYER TO PLAYER Kink-Shaming or Sexual-Judgment. We all have our kinks and it is important not judge. If you do not like a kink being shown in the game by another player then simply do not involve yourself or your character which those particular In-Game things happening.
2024.05.14 01:42 Olive_Caliph What is a Hijab? and the difference between it, Khemar and Jilbab
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Please note that this post is from my own understanding and ijtihad. Please correct me if I'm wrong.
There are three main words we need to differentiate between:
- Khemar (خمار)
- Jilbab (جلباب)
- Hijab (حجاب)
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(1) Khemar:
Khemar or خمار is a piece of cloth that Arab women used to wear on their heads long before Islam but had their necks and chests shown.Allah SWT said in {24 31}:
>﴿وَقُل لِّلْمُؤْمِنَاتِ يَغْضُضْنَ مِنْ أَبْصَارِهِنَّ وَيَحْفَظْنَ فُرُوجَهُنَّ وَلَا يُبْدِينَ زِينَتَهُنَّ إِلَّا مَا ظَهَرَ مِنْهَا ۖ وَلْيَضْرِبْنَ بِخُمُرِهِنَّ عَلَىٰ جُيُوبِهِنَّ ۖ وَلَا يُبْدِينَ زِينَتَهُنَّ إِلَّا لِبُعُولَتِهِنَّ أَوْ آبَائِهِنَّ أَوْ آبَاءِ بُعُولَتِهِنَّ أَوْ أَبْنَائِهِنَّ أَوْ أَبْنَاءِ بُعُولَتِهِنَّ أَوْ إِخْوَانِهِنَّ أَوْ بَنِي إِخْوَانِهِنَّ أَوْ بَنِي أَخَوَاتِهِنَّ أَوْ نِسَائِهِنَّ أَوْ مَا مَلَكَتْ أَيْمَانُهُنَّ أَوِ التَّابِعِينَ غَيْرِ أُولِي الْإِرْبَةِ مِنَ الرِّجَالِ أَوِ الطِّفْلِ الَّذِينَ لَمْ يَظْهَرُوا عَلَىٰ عَوْرَاتِ النِّسَاءِ ۖ وَلَا يَضْرِبْنَ بِأَرْجُلِهِنَّ لِيُعْلَمَ مَا يُخْفِينَ مِن زِينَتِهِنَّ ۚ وَتُوبُوا إِلَى اللَّهِ جَمِيعًا أَيُّهَ الْمُؤْمِنُونَ لَعَلَّكُمْ تُفْلِحُونَ﴾
>[النور: ٣١]
Translation:
﴾And tell the believing women to restrain their looks, and to guard their privates, and not display their beauty except what is apparent thereof, and to draw their coverings over their breasts, and not expose their beauty except to their husbands, their fathers, their husbands' fathers, their sons, their husbands' sons, their brothers, their brothers' sons, their sisters' sons, their women, what their right hands possess, their male attendants who have no sexual desires, or children who are not yet aware of the nakedness of women. And they should not strike their feet to draw attention to their hidden beauty. And repent to God, all of you believers, so that you may succeed.﴿
[Al-Noor: 31]
Allah said to use these “coverings” (Khemar) that they already use to cover their heads, to also cover their necks and chests with it. Hence, saying "and to draw their coverings over their breasts". The word “Khemar” is referred to as “coverings” in the translation. The Khemar is what we now consider to be a Hijab or a headscarf. It’s also a Fard (obligatory) since the Surah it is in started with the verse:
>﴿سُورَةٌ أَنزَلْنَاهَا وَفَرَضْنَاهَا وَأَنزَلْنَا فِيهَا آيَاتٍ بَيِّنَاتٍ لَّعَلَّكُمْ تَذَكَّرُونَ﴾
>[النور: ١]
Translation:
﴾A chapter that We have revealed, and made obligatory, and revealed in it clear Verses, that you may take heed.﴿
[Al-Noor: 1]
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(2) Jilbab:
Jilbab or جلباب in Arabic means a piece of cloth (long garment) that covers the entire body.It was mentioned in {33 59}:
>﴿يا أَيُّهَا النَّبِيُّ قُل لِأَزواجِكَ وَبَناتِكَ وَنِساءِ المُؤمِنينَ يُدنينَ عَلَيهِنَّ مِن جَلابيبِهِنَّ ذلِكَ أَدنى أَن يُعرَفنَ فَلا يُؤذَينَ وَكانَ اللَّهُ غَفورًا رَحيمًا﴾
>[الأحزاب: ٥٩]
Translation:
﴾O Prophet! Tell your wives, and your daughters, and the women of the believers, to lengthen their garments*. That is more proper, so they will be recognized and not harassed. God is Forgiving and Merciful*.﴿
[Al-Ahzab: 59]
The word “Jilbab” is referred to as “garments” in the translation. This verse was revealed to all Muslim women since Allah SWT said "Tell your wives, and your daughters, and the women of the believers"
The Jilbab as the foqaha’a said has to have two main features which are:
1- Doesn't show the curvature of the body
2- Is not transparent
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(3) Hijab
Hijab or حجاب is derived from a root word حجب that means "to block" or "to cover," not just the body, but anything in general. For example, I can say in Arabic that a shower curtain is a Hijab since it blocks what's inside the shower from the outside of the shower.In {33 53} it was mentioned to the wives of the Prophet ﷺ as follows:
>﴿يَا أَيُّهَا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا لَا تَدْخُلُوا بُيُوتَ النَّبِيِّ إِلَّا أَن يُؤْذَنَ لَكُمْ إِلَىٰ طَعَامٍ غَيْرَ نَاظِرِينَ إِنَاهُ وَلَٰكِنْ إِذَا دُعِيتُمْ فَادْخُلُوا فَإِذَا طَعِمْتُمْ فَانتَشِرُوا وَلَا مُسْتَأْنِسِينَ لِحَدِيثٍ ۚ إِنَّ ذَٰلِكُمْ كَانَ يُؤْذِي النَّبِيَّ فَيَسْتَحْيِي مِنكُمْ ۖ وَاللَّهُ لَا يَسْتَحْيِي مِنَ الْحَقِّ ۚ وَإِذَا سَأَلْتُمُوهُنَّ مَتَاعًا فَاسْأَلُوهُنَّ مِن وَرَاءِ حِجَابٍ ۚ ذَٰلِكُمْ أَطْهَرُ لِقُلُوبِكُمْ وَقُلُوبِهِنَّ ۚ وَمَا كَانَ لَكُمْ أَن تُؤْذُوا رَسُولَ اللَّهِ وَلَا أَن تَنكِحُوا أَزْوَاجَهُ مِن بَعْدِهِ أَبَدًا ۚ إِنَّ ذَٰلِكُمْ كَانَ عِندَ اللَّهِ عَظِيمًا﴾
>[الأحزاب: ٥٣]
Translation:
﴾O you who believe! Do not enter the homes of the Prophet, unless you are given permission to come for a meal; and do not wait for its preparation. And when you are invited, go in. And when you have eaten, disperse, without lingering for conversation. This irritates the Prophet, and he shies away from you, but God does not shy away from the truth. And when you ask his wives for something, ask them from behind a screen*; that is purer for your hearts and their hearts. You must never offend the Messenger of God, nor must you ever marry his wives after him, for that would be an enormity with God.﴿*
[Al-Ahzab: 53]
The word "hijab" here translates as "a screen," or something that completely separates the Prophet's wives from the men. Meaning they spoke to the Sahaba, or men, from behind a screen (similar to a door), and is unique to the Prophet's ﷺ wives when they were at home. However, when they left the house, they wore a covering which we now call the "Niqab".
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In conclusion, we have the Khemar which is what we now call a “hijab” or a headscarf that covers the hair, neck, and chest. We have the Jilbab which is a long garment that is not transparent nor shows the curves of the body. And the Hijab which is a thing that blocks the view between two things / people (men and the Prophet ﷺ wives in this case). So, the Hijab in its Quranic meaning is only for the Prophet ﷺ wives, but the Khemar and Jelbab are for all women believers (which we now call hijab or headscarf).
Allah knows best.
2024.05.14 01:40 spunkkie101 RN application process for NYU and NYP (do i usually have to wait this long??)
Hey guys! So I am going to graduate soon with a BSN and am thinking of taking the NCLEX around July/August. I applied to a bunch of positions for NYU and NYP (will try to shoot my shot for MSH in a bit after I finish cleaning up my cover letters), but since I don't know anyone who works in nyc hospitals, I thought I'd come over to reddit to get some advice:
For my NYU applications, I have been applying to new grad positions since late March and have heard crickets from them so far. This is my first time applying to them so I have no idea if this is normal. When I checked my application status, it said that they were all submitted successfully yet I have not gotten an email from anyone (save for that questionnaire that they had every applicant take like a week after submission) so idk if this means I am still a potential candidate or not, so I was wondering if anyone knows if I should be concerned by this lack of update?
As for my NYP applications, I have the same issue with them as with my NYU ones. At least on their website I am able to see whether my application is still considered or not, but again I have applied to some positions dating back to mid-April and nobody has contacted me or anything. It's gotten to the point where I am getting impatient and frustrated especially as a lot of my peers have already gotten jobs or at the very least gotten an interview or two. I have only gotten rejections and it's pretty discouraging. I will definitely continue to search for more positions (I'm desperate enough to apply to positions that I 100% do not qualify for but I have heard of people getting accepted regardless so I thought why not hahah), but I was wondering if anyone has any advice on what I should do if there is anything I should do differently?
Apologies for the long post! I thought I should add that my permanent address is in nyc and that I went to nursing school in a different state in case that has any effect on my application process. Also I have never worked in the hospital excluding clinicals so maybe this has something to do with me not getting job offers? Any response is appreciated!!
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For my NYU applications, I have been applying to new grad positions since late March and have heard crickets from them so far. This is my first time applying to them so I have no idea if this is normal. When I checked my application status, it said that they were all submitted successfully yet I have not gotten an email from anyone (save for that questionnaire that they had every applicant take like a week after submission) so idk if this means I am still a potential candidate or not, so I was wondering if anyone knows if I should be concerned by this lack of update?
As for my NYP applications, I have the same issue with them as with my NYU ones. At least on their website I am able to see whether my application is still considered or not, but again I have applied to some positions dating back to mid-April and nobody has contacted me or anything. It's gotten to the point where I am getting impatient and frustrated especially as a lot of my peers have already gotten jobs or at the very least gotten an interview or two. I have only gotten rejections and it's pretty discouraging. I will definitely continue to search for more positions (I'm desperate enough to apply to positions that I 100% do not qualify for but I have heard of people getting accepted regardless so I thought why not hahah), but I was wondering if anyone has any advice on what I should do if there is anything I should do differently?
Apologies for the long post! I thought I should add that my permanent address is in nyc and that I went to nursing school in a different state in case that has any effect on my application process. Also I have never worked in the hospital excluding clinicals so maybe this has something to do with me not getting job offers? Any response is appreciated!!
2024.05.14 01:40 No_Handle4672 My xxx story
open, and again I heard a loud moan, and my heart was pounding in my chest. Before this, I was afraid I ruined this girl’s innocence, and now my cock was rock hard with lust and desire to see more. I inch my way to the door and what I see changed my life forever.
Samantha was laying down on her bed, wearing nothing at all, watching a video on her phone (I later found out she was watching the video she took of me). She had her legs spread out, rubbing herself, her fingers damp with her wetness coming from her small but plump, pink pussy. Her moans were soft then loud, then I heard her moaning a name… my name! “Ugh, Sebastian… I need you so bad… MMM… I need your dick… fuck me…”
It didn’t seem like she knew that I was there, but I decided to surprise her, so I undo my belt and fly, and walk into the room. She had her eyes closed so she didn’t see me in her room, as I began stroking all over her. I position myself right over her body, and in that moment she opens her eyes in shock and surprise, but quickly continues her self-indulgence. The lust in her eyes was visible, her switching between staring at my dick and staring into my eyes. Seeing this eleven year old beauty sexually stimulating herself as I am stimulating myself was almost enough to push me over the edge. It took me everything I had to not cum immediately. This little angel was making me think the unholiest thoughts, wanting to ram my cock inside her tight preteen love hole.
Eventually I cannot hold on, as I shoot my love seed (even more than earlier) all over her body, and that also sent her over the edge, screaming and panting as her legs shook uncontrollably. As we both were coming down from our post-orgasm high, I lower myself unto this young girl and kiss her on the lips, and then we started to add a little tongue. My hard never did not lose any of its hardness, and quite frankly it felt like I didn’t need a break to start up again, but at the same time I had just blown two huge loads, so I was probably near wasted. I lowered a hand and started to feel her wetness, which I made sure to cover my hand with it, then I licked it all off my hand. She in turn did the same with my cum, licking and sucking her fingers. We returned to kissing, both our mouths filled with each others cum. After a few minutes, I hear a car arriving, which was my father coming with my mom, who was the cook for the family. I got up and helped her get dressed, and I begged her to not tell anyone what we did. She gave me a devilish grin and said, “I won’t only if you promise to do this with me every time we can”. Then she showed me her phone and said, “If you don’t, I’ll show them this and you’ll be in so much trouble”. I can’t believe I was getting blackmailed by an eleven year old, but it wasn’t hard to accept the offer anyway. This began our life as lovers, even though I was just the butler.
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Samantha was laying down on her bed, wearing nothing at all, watching a video on her phone (I later found out she was watching the video she took of me). She had her legs spread out, rubbing herself, her fingers damp with her wetness coming from her small but plump, pink pussy. Her moans were soft then loud, then I heard her moaning a name… my name! “Ugh, Sebastian… I need you so bad… MMM… I need your dick… fuck me…”
It didn’t seem like she knew that I was there, but I decided to surprise her, so I undo my belt and fly, and walk into the room. She had her eyes closed so she didn’t see me in her room, as I began stroking all over her. I position myself right over her body, and in that moment she opens her eyes in shock and surprise, but quickly continues her self-indulgence. The lust in her eyes was visible, her switching between staring at my dick and staring into my eyes. Seeing this eleven year old beauty sexually stimulating herself as I am stimulating myself was almost enough to push me over the edge. It took me everything I had to not cum immediately. This little angel was making me think the unholiest thoughts, wanting to ram my cock inside her tight preteen love hole.
Eventually I cannot hold on, as I shoot my love seed (even more than earlier) all over her body, and that also sent her over the edge, screaming and panting as her legs shook uncontrollably. As we both were coming down from our post-orgasm high, I lower myself unto this young girl and kiss her on the lips, and then we started to add a little tongue. My hard never did not lose any of its hardness, and quite frankly it felt like I didn’t need a break to start up again, but at the same time I had just blown two huge loads, so I was probably near wasted. I lowered a hand and started to feel her wetness, which I made sure to cover my hand with it, then I licked it all off my hand. She in turn did the same with my cum, licking and sucking her fingers. We returned to kissing, both our mouths filled with each others cum. After a few minutes, I hear a car arriving, which was my father coming with my mom, who was the cook for the family. I got up and helped her get dressed, and I begged her to not tell anyone what we did. She gave me a devilish grin and said, “I won’t only if you promise to do this with me every time we can”. Then she showed me her phone and said, “If you don’t, I’ll show them this and you’ll be in so much trouble”. I can’t believe I was getting blackmailed by an eleven year old, but it wasn’t hard to accept the offer anyway. This began our life as lovers, even though I was just the butler.
2024.05.14 01:40 Cat_Solution_9715 Boss hasn’t hired my replacement in 3 months
There are four locations at my work. When I was hired, I was hired as a float- I agreed to go to wherever I was needed. But we agreed that my MAIN location would be at one particular office. About 3 months ago one of my coworkers walked out and they asked me to cover for a couple weeks until they found a permanent worker for that position. It is a very far drive for me to make every day and nobody in that particular office likes me which makes every day miserable. I have pestered them a few weeks about hiring someone but I haven’t heard any updates yet. They only posted the job posting last week after 3 months and they haven’t interviewed anyone. In addition, they have a new person covering my duties in my home office. Is it wrong of me to refuse to go to that location any more? How do I bring it up to my boss that I can’t keep going to that location every single day? Do you think they are ever plan in to hire someone? They told me it would only be a couple weeks, but it has been too long. I used to love my job but now I dread it :(
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2024.05.14 01:39 jesserobbins A historic product launch! Will Sonos triumph... or be historic like: New Coke, Jawbone, Rdio, Digg (*sigh*)
I have begun to view this through the lens of getting to watch a company (and individual leaders) I really respect make what may turn out to be a truly historic business mistake or triumph. I'm excited to be part of it! It is irritating that Sonos has done this in my home, with products I actually love. The upshot is, I am pretty confident this will turn into something others will have the opportunity to learn from. (Maybe even they can learn from it, if you they fast enough.)
What makes this a unique (and likely historically significant) mistake is that Sonos, who has extraordinary customer trust and goodwill, used that to do something that directly harms existing, installed, previously functioning customers, in their homes, with no action taken or required by the user to be affected. This is a luxury consumer appliance, not ad-driven business or something. Super sticky customer base. Impact is clearly widespread, although the most loyal customers with lots of equipment are likely disproportionately affected.
It's painful to see the years where Sonos has earned a much stronger market position also a somehow much weaker stock position relative to large companies that might have more of a "mistake budget". It's transparent to most people that they have a lot riding on upcoming releases. I have a lot of sympathy for Patrick and any CEO trying to hit numbers in hardware and beat the street's expectations. It's HARD. (it's in the name FFS.)
However, everything that has happened as part of this rollout has been an example of what not to do. Regardless of motivation or intention by Sonos, you have what are clearly a lot of customers who are feeling completely disempowered, disrupted, violated, and gaslit. You are quadrupling-down on this. From the outside, it looks completely insanity. (And, in the future, when we watch the documentary I doubt it will be portrayed as a moment of "courage". 🤣)
To that end, I was reminded of a few other are some other examples of historically bad product introductions that share common themes to this one. (note, I'm omitting ones that where people actually died like Boeing or the Ford Pinto):
New Coke (1985) - One of the most (in)famous examples is Coca-Cola’s introduction of "New Coke" which Coke itself calls "The Most Memorable Marketing Blunder in History. The company changed its original formula in an attempt to compete with Pepsi. The backlash from consumers was swift and fierce. Despite the negative response, Coke was initially reluctant to acknowledge their mistake. However, the continued public outcry forced the company to revert to the original formula, rebranded as "Coca-Cola Classic," just 79 days later.
Jawbone: The one that I fear is most relevant here is Jawbone - Jawbone, once known for its Bluetooth earpieces and fitness trackers. Their UP bands had high failure rates and syncing problems. These issues, combined with poor customer service responses to complaints and returns, led to customer dissatisfaction and alienation. Jawbone failed to and eventually went out of business in 2017.
Rdio: Rdio was a music streaming service that launched in 2010 but failed to compete effectively with Spotify and later Apple Music. Rdio made several platform updates that, rather than improving user experience, often removed liked features or made the interface less intuitive. This alienated users led to Rdio filing for bankruptcy in 2015. Its assets were eventually acquired by Pandora.
Digg: Digg was once a very popular social news website which predated Reddit. In 2010, Digg released a major update to its platform, referred to as "Digg v4," which drastically changed the site's user interface and core functionality. The update was intended to modernize the platform but ended up alienating its core user base who felt that the changes prioritized publisher content over user-curated content. The backlash was swift resulted to many people simply migrating to a little startup Reddit. The traffic decline was so significant that Digg never recovered and was sold in a fire-sale.
At this point, I'm at hoping that there is an internal document that was widely circulated and agreed to that says "We expect that, due to the current condition of the new release, there will be considerable backlash from our most valuable customers. We acknowledge that this release may irrevocably violate their trust, and we are willing to sacrifice every single one of those relationships and our existing goodwill if necessary to get this release out." If so, I hope that they are proven right!
Also, full disclosure, I bought a single share of Sonos stock last week to track how it goes.
submitted by jesserobbins to sonos [link] [comments]
What makes this a unique (and likely historically significant) mistake is that Sonos, who has extraordinary customer trust and goodwill, used that to do something that directly harms existing, installed, previously functioning customers, in their homes, with no action taken or required by the user to be affected. This is a luxury consumer appliance, not ad-driven business or something. Super sticky customer base. Impact is clearly widespread, although the most loyal customers with lots of equipment are likely disproportionately affected.
It's painful to see the years where Sonos has earned a much stronger market position also a somehow much weaker stock position relative to large companies that might have more of a "mistake budget". It's transparent to most people that they have a lot riding on upcoming releases. I have a lot of sympathy for Patrick and any CEO trying to hit numbers in hardware and beat the street's expectations. It's HARD. (it's in the name FFS.)
However, everything that has happened as part of this rollout has been an example of what not to do. Regardless of motivation or intention by Sonos, you have what are clearly a lot of customers who are feeling completely disempowered, disrupted, violated, and gaslit. You are quadrupling-down on this. From the outside, it looks completely insanity. (And, in the future, when we watch the documentary I doubt it will be portrayed as a moment of "courage". 🤣)
To that end, I was reminded of a few other are some other examples of historically bad product introductions that share common themes to this one. (note, I'm omitting ones that where people actually died like Boeing or the Ford Pinto):
New Coke (1985) - One of the most (in)famous examples is Coca-Cola’s introduction of "New Coke" which Coke itself calls "The Most Memorable Marketing Blunder in History. The company changed its original formula in an attempt to compete with Pepsi. The backlash from consumers was swift and fierce. Despite the negative response, Coke was initially reluctant to acknowledge their mistake. However, the continued public outcry forced the company to revert to the original formula, rebranded as "Coca-Cola Classic," just 79 days later.
Jawbone: The one that I fear is most relevant here is Jawbone - Jawbone, once known for its Bluetooth earpieces and fitness trackers. Their UP bands had high failure rates and syncing problems. These issues, combined with poor customer service responses to complaints and returns, led to customer dissatisfaction and alienation. Jawbone failed to and eventually went out of business in 2017.
Rdio: Rdio was a music streaming service that launched in 2010 but failed to compete effectively with Spotify and later Apple Music. Rdio made several platform updates that, rather than improving user experience, often removed liked features or made the interface less intuitive. This alienated users led to Rdio filing for bankruptcy in 2015. Its assets were eventually acquired by Pandora.
Digg: Digg was once a very popular social news website which predated Reddit. In 2010, Digg released a major update to its platform, referred to as "Digg v4," which drastically changed the site's user interface and core functionality. The update was intended to modernize the platform but ended up alienating its core user base who felt that the changes prioritized publisher content over user-curated content. The backlash was swift resulted to many people simply migrating to a little startup Reddit. The traffic decline was so significant that Digg never recovered and was sold in a fire-sale.
At this point, I'm at hoping that there is an internal document that was widely circulated and agreed to that says "We expect that, due to the current condition of the new release, there will be considerable backlash from our most valuable customers. We acknowledge that this release may irrevocably violate their trust, and we are willing to sacrifice every single one of those relationships and our existing goodwill if necessary to get this release out." If so, I hope that they are proven right!
Also, full disclosure, I bought a single share of Sonos stock last week to track how it goes.
2024.05.14 01:37 sikkislitty Looking for AM/PM Grill tutor help.
TL:DR - Looking for a list of steps I can follow to guide me for AM/PM grill. Store has no hours to train me at the moment, but I really want to learn the position
Hello I want to learn grill. Unfortunately with my store’s ADS and labor right now it looks like my training is going to keep getting pushed off.
In the meantime I am trying to pick up more AM chip shifts and PM prep shifts, so that I can squeeze in minutes here and there to shadow the grill person.
Thanks for your help. Here is a cheatsheet I wrote for myself after watching the Spice Hub videos to show you where I am at with what I know:
❗️Barbacoa - put meat in pot - Medium heat until 165 for 15 seconds (stir occasionally)
❗️Carnitas - put meat in pot - Low heat until 165 for 15 seconds (stir occasionally)
❗️Beans - open bag into pot - Pour 1 cup water - Medium heat and stir - Temp to 165 - 1/3 c citrus and 1 tbsp salt and stir
❗️Chicken - 2 squirts of rice bran oil per line - Rows 1 inch apart. Start back to front - Light layer of salt 8 inches above - Cook until dark char plus whitening along sides - Flip - Submerge tong after 1st flip - 165 (temp center and corner chickens) - Cut 3/4inch (put immediately in pan while cutting more)
❗️Fajitas - 4 squirts sunflower oil - Add fajitas then 3.5 minutes - Flip with tongs - 1 minute for caramelize - Then sprinkle with salt light layer and 1 tsp dried oregano
❗️Queso - medium heat water pot 190-200 degrees - Write time on bag - 35-50 mins - Knead bag with towel - Temp to 165
❗️Rice - white: 1/2 citrus 2c cilantro 2tbsp salt - Brown: 1/4 citrus 2c cilantro 1tbsp salt
❗️Sofritas - pour medium heat stir temp to 165
❗️Steak - place 1” apart back to front - Sprinkle with salt light layer - Cook until dark char - Flip steak back to forward - Temp to 140 - Deep and cover - Trim fat - 3 steak cut at a time - Pour juice over it
submitted by sikkislitty to Chipotle [link] [comments]
Hello I want to learn grill. Unfortunately with my store’s ADS and labor right now it looks like my training is going to keep getting pushed off.
In the meantime I am trying to pick up more AM chip shifts and PM prep shifts, so that I can squeeze in minutes here and there to shadow the grill person.
Thanks for your help. Here is a cheatsheet I wrote for myself after watching the Spice Hub videos to show you where I am at with what I know:
❗️Barbacoa - put meat in pot - Medium heat until 165 for 15 seconds (stir occasionally)
❗️Carnitas - put meat in pot - Low heat until 165 for 15 seconds (stir occasionally)
❗️Beans - open bag into pot - Pour 1 cup water - Medium heat and stir - Temp to 165 - 1/3 c citrus and 1 tbsp salt and stir
❗️Chicken - 2 squirts of rice bran oil per line - Rows 1 inch apart. Start back to front - Light layer of salt 8 inches above - Cook until dark char plus whitening along sides - Flip - Submerge tong after 1st flip - 165 (temp center and corner chickens) - Cut 3/4inch (put immediately in pan while cutting more)
❗️Fajitas - 4 squirts sunflower oil - Add fajitas then 3.5 minutes - Flip with tongs - 1 minute for caramelize - Then sprinkle with salt light layer and 1 tsp dried oregano
❗️Queso - medium heat water pot 190-200 degrees - Write time on bag - 35-50 mins - Knead bag with towel - Temp to 165
❗️Rice - white: 1/2 citrus 2c cilantro 2tbsp salt - Brown: 1/4 citrus 2c cilantro 1tbsp salt
❗️Sofritas - pour medium heat stir temp to 165
❗️Steak - place 1” apart back to front - Sprinkle with salt light layer - Cook until dark char - Flip steak back to forward - Temp to 140 - Deep and cover - Trim fat - 3 steak cut at a time - Pour juice over it
2024.05.14 01:37 LegalConstant4414 I redesign Ami in my art style
Looking back at Geo resigned, I decided to do Ami next as I want give the character more polished to original design. When chosing the outfit for her redesign, I want to give her outfit more unique characteristics instead the bland white outfit that she has in 001. I also wasn't a huge fan of her 009 as I felt didn't give her a very adventurous design as she simply looked like a generic fantasy college student. While I was rewatching Gwain Saga 007, I really like her outfit in this episode as I felt like suit the character very. As well the outfit had more colors to work around instead just her just have the color white for the outfit. I debate between her 007 or making an original outfit entirely, but when it came down to it I went with her 007 outfit for the redesign.
Her appearance more than less looks very identical to her original design as not much needed to change. I will say when using 001 stock art as a reference, I made the top of her hair more shorter to make the eyes more visible and less covered up. Other than that, this is pretty much the full complete redesign of Ami. I will say I had a lot of fun making this redesign and honestly I'm not sure if I can really call this a redesign as it's pretty much just 007 Ami in my art style. But anyway I hope you guys like it and as always let me know what you guys think of it, do you guys like it or have any critical things to say about it please let me know as anything both positive and critical is good, just no hate.
submitted by LegalConstant4414 to Gwain_Saga [link] [comments]
Her appearance more than less looks very identical to her original design as not much needed to change. I will say when using 001 stock art as a reference, I made the top of her hair more shorter to make the eyes more visible and less covered up. Other than that, this is pretty much the full complete redesign of Ami. I will say I had a lot of fun making this redesign and honestly I'm not sure if I can really call this a redesign as it's pretty much just 007 Ami in my art style. But anyway I hope you guys like it and as always let me know what you guys think of it, do you guys like it or have any critical things to say about it please let me know as anything both positive and critical is good, just no hate.
2024.05.14 01:35 No_Reality_6405 I want technology transparency. He says it's a deal breaker.
I 37f am questioning my relationship with husband 37m.
Backstory: We both have a tumultuous past in previous relationships and have been cheated on. Quite a few years back we both suffered some trauma in our life and both went a little off the rails. I unfortunately felt very unsupported and sought validation by chatting up a guy from a long way away. I wasn't even attracted to him, but wanted to feel something, because I was in such a bad state both physically and mentally. We used to go through each other's mobiles (due to infidelity from past relationships) and I didn't hide what I'd done. He found it and instead of confronting me, spent months sitting with it. I logged into his Facebook and discovered he was talking bad about me and flirting with someone he worked with. Then saw that he had often sought validation by sending thirst trap pics to others. He made me feel like what I had done was way worse and deflected whenever I brought up his transgressions.. only admitting he bad mouthed me and nothing more.
The issue at hand: We are in a good place financially, we both support each other and run our family 50/50. Our kids are great. Things are stable. But I'm looking towards the future. He has health issues that I've tried to address, especially as he has locked down access to his computer that has all our family photos, his insurance documents, log ins to joint investments etc. He refuses to allow me access to his computer or mobile. I've said that I have nothing to hide, I'm completely transparent. He could look at my stuff if he wanted to, just ask. However, he refuses and when I ask "what do you have to hide? If you didn't have anything to hide, you could be as open as I am" he gets defensive and angry, stating that it's the principal. He doesn't want me going being sneaky and through his conversations. They're private. I asked him, if he had nothing to hide, bring up your messenger and show me the main page and show me who you've been talking to, he gets irate. Asking if we should just split up.
My question is this: Am I wrong for wanting to be in a space where we can be open, honest and transparent? I feel like we both have trust issues, and his defensiveness does nothing to ease my unfounded suspicions. It feels like he's deflecting to cover something up. He claims that he's ok with not looking at my phone as he says "if your going to cheat, then you will and you'll delete it, so I won't find anything". I'm so lost. I want to look towards the future. I want to have stability and trust. Should I die on this hill? Or build that stability back up by respecting his privacy and boundaries. And try to find common ground where in a worse case scenario, I could somehow get limited access to the information he deems nessisary for me to get to...
TLDR: 37m wants to maintain his privacy over mobile and computer. I 37f want us both to be in a position of trust, meaning access if open, but to request if we feel like we need validation from suspicion.
submitted by No_Reality_6405 to relationships [link] [comments]
Backstory: We both have a tumultuous past in previous relationships and have been cheated on. Quite a few years back we both suffered some trauma in our life and both went a little off the rails. I unfortunately felt very unsupported and sought validation by chatting up a guy from a long way away. I wasn't even attracted to him, but wanted to feel something, because I was in such a bad state both physically and mentally. We used to go through each other's mobiles (due to infidelity from past relationships) and I didn't hide what I'd done. He found it and instead of confronting me, spent months sitting with it. I logged into his Facebook and discovered he was talking bad about me and flirting with someone he worked with. Then saw that he had often sought validation by sending thirst trap pics to others. He made me feel like what I had done was way worse and deflected whenever I brought up his transgressions.. only admitting he bad mouthed me and nothing more.
The issue at hand: We are in a good place financially, we both support each other and run our family 50/50. Our kids are great. Things are stable. But I'm looking towards the future. He has health issues that I've tried to address, especially as he has locked down access to his computer that has all our family photos, his insurance documents, log ins to joint investments etc. He refuses to allow me access to his computer or mobile. I've said that I have nothing to hide, I'm completely transparent. He could look at my stuff if he wanted to, just ask. However, he refuses and when I ask "what do you have to hide? If you didn't have anything to hide, you could be as open as I am" he gets defensive and angry, stating that it's the principal. He doesn't want me going being sneaky and through his conversations. They're private. I asked him, if he had nothing to hide, bring up your messenger and show me the main page and show me who you've been talking to, he gets irate. Asking if we should just split up.
My question is this: Am I wrong for wanting to be in a space where we can be open, honest and transparent? I feel like we both have trust issues, and his defensiveness does nothing to ease my unfounded suspicions. It feels like he's deflecting to cover something up. He claims that he's ok with not looking at my phone as he says "if your going to cheat, then you will and you'll delete it, so I won't find anything". I'm so lost. I want to look towards the future. I want to have stability and trust. Should I die on this hill? Or build that stability back up by respecting his privacy and boundaries. And try to find common ground where in a worse case scenario, I could somehow get limited access to the information he deems nessisary for me to get to...
TLDR: 37m wants to maintain his privacy over mobile and computer. I 37f want us both to be in a position of trust, meaning access if open, but to request if we feel like we need validation from suspicion.
2024.05.14 01:35 ArmChairAnalyst86 Space Weather Update 5/13/2024 - The Party is NOT Over - All Eyes On New Active Regions WOW!
 | Good Afternoon everyone. I am happy to report that I got mostly caught up at work today and have a little free time to get this update out. You won't believe this but I met an solarmax member in the wild. I ran into an old friend at the cookout yesterday and we were talking about the auroras and I started talking about the sub and her husband said he was here getting info this weekend! Cool stuff. Data is still pouring in from last weekends storm and I am combing through it and simultaneously deep into research mode for the next article that must be written with precision and poise. Furthermore, with some data coming in and comparisons between the 2003 and 2023 event, I can already see significant relevancy. In fact, I just hit delete on about 3 paragraphs because I realized that talking about it had hijacked the whole update, and that it is better to incorporate those findings in the coming article mentioned yesterday. submitted by ArmChairAnalyst86 to SolarMax [link] [comments] That is not the reason of THIS update though. The reason for this update is in the title. You know what they say. After the party its the afterparty. Sometimes the after party is more exciting than the actual. With that being said, I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw the active regions on the earth facing side this morning. Yesterday I had remarked about AR3676 and how it literally exploded onto the scene with a Beta-Gamma config. At the time, it and AR3664 were the only AR's with Beta-Gamma-Delta or Beta-Gamma. Well when I checked on things this morning after getting caught up, alot has changed, and if you are ready to chase some more aurora, it has changed in a good way! Here is a side by side of yesterday and today and while there are no AR's resembling the legendary AR3663...yet. AR3663 was just a pup once too, and they just grow up so fast you know? It's like one minute they are growing their first tiny delta and the next they are firing off X-Class flares and sending aurora to the Caribbean. We should be encouraged that the sunspot number is rising and whatever is going on right now is favorable for the rapid formation of sunspot configurations that are more likely to produce big flares. Does this automatically mean are are hitting the repeat button? Nope and hopefully by now it is clear that you have to take this as it comes, but nonetheless, I am encouraged by what I see today as concerns aurora chances in the lower lats but we will have to wait and see. I encourage you all to keep an eye on these active regions. Also, do you notice that they are roughly appearing in similar latitudes? Interesting pattern to note. https://preview.redd.it/1eto08qps90d1.png?width=804&format=png&auto=webp&s=7a5cf81a9b63113a724eac6044167281804b6136 In terms of flaring today, we had a back to back M4.8 and M6.6 and an M3.6 a few hours after. I have never in my life been so "meh, dissapointment" after three respectable M-Class flares at any point I have been watching, but I guess that is to be expected when the 9 day stretch from Friday May 3rd to Saturday May 11th saw 12!!! X-Class flares and an unbelieveable 74 M-Class flares. For reference solar cycle 24 saw a total of 49 X-Class flares which means in just over a week we saw around 1/4 of the total X-Class flare count from the entire solar cycle 24 which spanned from 2008 to 2019! Granted, some of those flares were quite a bit higher magnitude than the flares we have seen in this cycle, but as the intensitygrams above are showing you, this cycle is far from over. With that said, I would not be surprised if we continue to see the cycle within the cycle where the suns activity goes up and down in a rough pattern. Obviously right now is a busy stretch, but immediately before it activity was quiet and in fact near the eclipse the sun almost went spotless, IIRC we went almost a week with a single M-Class flare at one point. And then just like that, we are back. This needs more study, but I have been watching this pattern and anecdotally I do believe there is something to it. While SC24 was pretty muted relatively speaking, SC23 was a doozy. It was even termed to have a double peak solar maximum according to some. There was some controversy about how strong or active SC25 would be. NOAA predicted a down year, but not everyone was buying. Physicist Scott McIntosh predicted the opposite, an active cycle based on a theory he had been working identifying markers that would better predict the next cycle based on the time elapsed between termination events in cycles. Obviously he was correct. The bottom line is, if you were disappointed on saturday or sunday because you missed your chance to see the aurora, do not lose hope, and think positively, because we still have some good opportunites. You also might not realize this, but the aurora has taken numerous trips to lower latitudes, but has done so discreetly with little fanfare, but it has done so all the same. While this used to be reserved only for major storms, this is not the case so much anymore. I am very excited to see those active regions showing the growth they are. The size is not there yet, but the config is and the precdent for explosive growth recently, and not just for AR3663, but 3664 as well before it. When AR3664 was nearing the meridian, naturewalksunset predicted it would blow up after crossing and he nailed that call. Let's see if it happens again. What is a Termination Event and What Does it Mean? You may be wondering what a termination event is. A termination event is when the previous cycle ends absolutely with no outliers. During the solar cycle, the suns magnetic poles reverse and when this happens, the polarity of sunspots reverses with it. A termination event is when there are no longer any sunspots adhering to the previous polarity. Even after polarity reverses, there are still occaisionally sunspots which match the previous cycle polarity. This overlap has long been known, but Mr McIntosh realized that this was more than an overlap, that it was an interaction. A termination event is when there are no more opposite groups forming from the old cycle and the longer the time between termination events, the weaker the next cycle. SC23 did not want to end, and as a result there was a long stretch between the termination event of SC22 and SC23 which he theorized partially influenced SC24 to be a weaker than average cycle. The problem is it takes 11 years to test the theory, so what better time than the next solar cycle to go against the grain and put out a completely opposite forecast to NOAA? Well he won that bet because despite the NOAA prediction of a quiet cycle, it has been exactly what Mr McIntosh predicted. He did not predict a super overactive cycle like SC23, but he did predict an above average cycle, and appears to be vindicated in that theory, but surely SC26 will have a say. Well folks, I have to run. This is really all I could get done today, I am still digging out of a hole from last week, but I am still watching and I still have so much to share with you. I am noting the small uptick in seismic activity today as well as a new Indonesian explosive volcanic eruptionand am watching for further developments. I my heart is absolutely breaking for Brazil who are experiencing a flooding event that is unprecedented. They are not alone, there is a rash of extremes affecting our planet right now. Here is an article in AXIOS sort of taking inventory of some of the more recent examples. You will note its attributed to climate change, as is increasing seismic activity. Next they will say that climate change is increasing volcanic activity as well and responsible for changing the length of day. I am not saying they are wrong, but I am skeptical. As I stated, I do believe that humans have adversely impacted the planet and the climate and what I am saying does not get off the hook at all, but I am quite convinced there is more at work here and we must investigate it. May you have clear eyes and clear skies, AcA PS: I also have two cool photos from you. I took the first last night and what I like about it so much is you can see the suns rays in good detail adding a nice effect and the second was of the moon in the late hours of Saturday 5/11. It looked very strange is all I can say. Just an optical illusion but it looked sort of like a moon eclipse lol! The third is one of my favorite Aurora photos from Friday. Sun Rays on a Sun Day Weird Looking Moon Spooky Sky Taken at 3 AM EST 5/11 - Note how it looks like daylight towards the north horizon. |
2024.05.14 01:35 TheLastRiter I never should have gone to this farmhouse alone. [Part 1]
My hands are shaking as I write this, I have to document my story incase something happens to me in the next few days. I'm not sure where to begin but I suppose here is better than anywhere.
I've always had this weird feeling, this sensation inside of me that I was older than I actually was. By the time I was twelve, my soul felt as though it was forty. By the time I reached twenty, I felt like an old woman. I would watch people around my age acting foolish, and I always thought, "What a bunch of children." So it was no surprise to anyone that when I turned twenty-one, I left my hometown and college and decided to spend the summer alone by renting an old farmhouse in an insignificant town on the edge of an even more insignificant border.
When I told my mother, she had a veritable fit, unable to find the words. She spluttered and raged around me for days before I finally left early one morning to avoid her guilt and frustration with my choices. I was not sure why I craved solitude at such a young age, why I found solace in being alone and removed from society.
In high school, I had changed unexpectedly, cutting my long blonde hair short and dying it black, getting piercings that my mother loathed and claimed no young lady should have. You see, my mother was raised proper, as she called it. Good family, good husband, and finally a good life. She despised her perfect life being squashed by my alternative looks and feelings of the same world. She just didn't understand me or the world as it changed around her. I felt like I was just a trophy to her and my father, her perfect angel who had been tainted by my own demented thoughts.
I never told my parents where I was staying, one last rebellious mission before leaving for a few months, and it took me only a few hours to arrive at the farmhouse where I would be staying for the next few months. The land around the farm was dead or dying, old crops rose out of the dry dusty earth and had turned black and forgotten, as if this land was the example of dreams long forgotten and empty. A single dreary lane connected this desolate farmhouse to the rest of the world. On the outside, it was drab and looked as though it would fall apart. It had two stories but still seemed cramped and small, as if it were a single floor tied to the ground.
Across from the house, bordering the tall weeds that had reclaimed much of the farmland, stood a maudlin-looking faded red barn, one door propped open in a dejected manner revealing naught to me but shadows, dust, and a little mystery.
Next to the barn, staked into the ground on an old-looking cross, was a ragged scarecrow. It had drab brown clothing, but its face was oddly realistic, like it was watching me with a disapproving manner. Straw poked through its joints at odd angles like they were trying to break free from their confines. The scarecrow obviously didn't do its job as it was covered in no less than three crows.
I parked my car next to the barn and stepped out into the dusty yard before the farmhouse that I would make my home for the next few months. I checked under the front mat for the key and put it in the lock.
With a satisfying click, the door fell inward into the farmhouse. Surprisingly, the inside of the farmhouse was modern, clean, and looked quite inviting. I could smell the fresh paint on the walls, and everything was so white. The realtor had told me she would stop by tomorrow to collect the rent, and she had tried to chat my ear off on the phone about all the renovations she and her son were doing on the place.
I sighed with contentment and tossed my bags beside the door. I dug around in my bag and removed my camera, my father's old film shooter as he called it. I had taken up the hobby years ago for what I called capturing the oddity in the world.
I explored the small house a little more; the ground floor consisted of a single room and small bathroom with a shower. The bedroom was upstairs and was the only room, the stairs connected directly to the white and pink monstrosity that was the master bedroom. The pillows had laces on them and almost made me gag from the cuteness. There was even cute white lace curtains on the window with little flowers stitched onto them.
Out of the only window of the room, I could see the barn and the scarecrow. I aimed my camera at the pair and snapped a photo. From this angle, the scarecrow appeared to be staring straight at me. It stood next to the left side of the barn in a dejected manner like a chastised child.
A shudder involuntarily ran through me at the sight, but I moved on back downstairs. It was getting close to dinner time now, and I had brought some food with me.
After a few minutes, I had my dinner on the stove cooking and the crickets chirping outside the open window. As I sat down to eat next to the window, I felt at peace for one of the first times in years. The solitude of this old farm was exactly what I needed. The window supplied a nice breeze that wafted through the place, it smelled of grass and warm summer nights, made me feel at peace. The simple dish of spaghetti with tomato sauce and a glass of wine was all that I needed right here, right now in this moment.
That night I climbed into the frilly laced bed and sunk into the claustrophobic mattress. I felt like Goldilocks in the mama bear's bed as it was altogether too soft. From my perfumed bed, I had a good view out the window. I had left the porch light on, and it cast an eerie glow across the yard. The barn loomed ominously, stalwart against the light of the porch, like it was protecting the shadows from the battering ram of light. The somber scarecrow leaned against the left side of the barn.
With a small jump, I thought I saw its arm move slightly. I peered through my camera using the zoom to get a better view of the scarecrow. It was completely still in the night, and I laughed quietly to myself at my silliness. I had always enjoyed horror movies, but there was no chance I was living in one. I settled back into bed and put my camera down. Within a few minutes, I fell into sleep's warm embrace.
What felt like only a few minutes later, I sat up in bed. It was still dark out, I could hear crickets chirping through the open window, and I strained my ears for a moment.
I thought something had woken me up. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as a cold breeze wafted in through the window. I pulled the frilly blanket up around myself when I heard it. A thud sounded below me, shaking the whole world into silence. The crickets stopped chirping, and my heart felt like it had stopped beating. Someone was in the house. I hadn't locked the door or closed the kitchen window, and now someone was downstairs. A second thud sounded like a boot on the staircase. Then another and another as something was slowly moving up the stairs towards the room.
I don't know why I did it, but something came over me. I wasn't big or especially brave, but my normal cowardice in social situations changed instantly. With a dash, I tore across the room, flicking on the lights, ready to face my attacker, to defend myself against male or female. I would fight, and I would win.
But as the lights turned on, ready to strike with my foot, nothing was there. The staircase was empty, and upon further inspection, the entire house was empty. The kitchen window was open, and I shut and locked it securely before checking the door. Nothing. I sat down on the couch, my heart pounding out of my chest, as I tried to make sense of what had just happened.
"I must have still been half-asleep," I said aloud to the room in a thinly veiled attempt to calm my nerves. It failed horribly, but I went with it. What else could you do in a situation like that?
After locking up the house, I went back up to that frilly four-poster bed in the bedroom and stared out the window. Nothing was in the yard except my car, the barn, and the same old sad-looking scarecrow staring across the yard.
Day 2
The next morning, I woke up to the soft light filtering through the lace curtains. Despite the strange events of the previous night, I felt strangely refreshed, as if the morning sun had chased away the shadows that lingered in my mind.
I descended the stairs, the wooden steps creaking softly under my weight, and headed to the kitchen. As I brewed a pot of coffee, my mind wandered back to the events of last night. Was it just a figment of my imagination, or was there really someone in the house?
Shaking off the unease, I decided to explore the farmhouse in the daylight. I wandered through the room, admiring the modern renovations that clashed with the rustic exterior. The farmhouse had a charm to it, despite its eerie surroundings.
As I made my way outside, the cool morning air greeted me, and I took a deep breath, letting the serenity of the countryside wash over me. The barn stood tall against the backdrop of the morning sky, and the scarecrow seemed to watch me as I crossed the yard.
I approached the barn, curiosity getting the better of me. Pushing open the creaky door, I stepped inside, the musty scent of hay filling my nostrils. The interior was dimly lit, the sunlight filtering through the cracks in the wooden walls.
I explored every nook and cranny of the barn, but found nothing out of the ordinary. As I turned to leave, something caught my eye. In the corner of the barn, hidden beneath a pile of old blankets, was a small wooden chest.
My heart racing with anticipation, I lifted the lid of the trunk and peered inside. What I found took my breath away. It was a collection of old photographs, yellowed with age, depicting scenes from a bygone era. They were of a man with his family, two young kids, and a beautiful young wife. The man had yellow blonde hair, almost like straw in texture, but he smiled so happily with his family.
I sifted through the photographs, my fingers trembling with excitement. Who had left these behind, and why? Each photograph seemed to tell a story, a glimpse into the past of this forgotten farmhouse.
As I sat there, lost in thought, a sudden noise jolted me back to reality. It was the sound of footsteps coming from outside the barn.
"Hello?" The dreamy voice of a woman called to me from the entrance to the barn.
I slammed the lid of the trunk shut, closing the memories up in a flurry as I spun around to be greeted by a quite pretty woman with blonde hair and a pink suit skirt combo. She had bright pink lipstick, that seemed to be a permanent fixture on her face, and quite shiny and sparkly blue eye shadow on her lids. I myself only wore black eyeliner. This woman was like Barbie in her proportions, thin waist, long hair, and large tracts of land, as my father would have said.
"Oh, hello," I said simply, always awkward in normal social situations.
If she noticed anything odd about me, she breezed over it in an easy manner. Taking me by the shoulders, she led me out of the dusty barn and into the yard.
"You must be Polly. We have been waiting a while for you to come. I simply must know what you think of the renovations to the house. Aren’t they just to die for?" The lady said all in one breath, as if she didn’t need air to speak.
"Yes, they are quite nice..." I started before she cut me off, not in a rude manner but instead in one that she would have continued on even if I had just told her I was not Polly and instead I was a mass murderer looming for my next victim.
"You see, me and my son Eli—yes, Eli, you stop lurking in the shadows over there," she said, continuing on as I noticed a younger man leaning up against the barn. He wore simple clothes of jeans and a white t-shirt but had a handsome face. His hair was brown and hung slightly over his eyes.
"I hope you don’t mind if my son here continues working on some renovations while you stay here? Strictly on the outside of the house, mind you. A fresh coat of white paint would make this little beauty shine. We would have finished by now if not for the accidents," she continued, completely unabashed by my silence.
"Sorry. But you are the realtor?" I said, trying to regain my feet under me.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry, dear!" she said with an affable cackle.
"Yes, yes, I am Barbara, but all my friends call me Barb. That over there is Eli. Eli, come say hi," Barb said while her painted talons rested firmly on my shoulder.
Eli stomped over, keeping his eyes low, in a sort of moody way that actually intrigued me, sort of.
When he glanced up at me, I noticed he drank in me from head to toe, and for the first time, I realized what I was wearing. An old rock t-shirt of one of my favorite bands and, of all things, my black pajama bottoms with cartoon bats on them that said "happy halloween."
I felt my face blush crimson as he made eye contact with me. He had very mysterious eyes of blue that seemed to cut right through my soul.
"Nice shirt," he said while gesturing to me. His voice was quiet and uncertain, as if he didn’t get much practice with the art. Knowing his mother, it seemed highly accurate.
"Thanks. Do you like them?" I asked.
"Oh, he likes all sorts of things, don’t you, Eli? Honestly, you two can gab on forever. But miss, I believe we have a small matter of payment," Barb said, drawing the conversation back to herself.
"Of course. Let me go get it," I said as I went back into the house and retrieved the envelope with the rent money in it.
Barb grabbed the envelope in her bright pink talons and snapped a piece of bubblegum between her teeth. With quick fingers, she leafed through the cash, counting it. As she counted, her normal bubbly personality seemed to disappear, giving way to what I gleaned was her true thoughts and feelings before the facade slipped on once again.
"Mmkay, perfect honey, this is the right amount. Now you have my number, so you call if you need anything. Like I said earlier, Eli will stop by from time to time to work on painting the house. I promise you he won’t be an imposition, just pay him no mind," Barb said in a sweet voice as she popped her gum in between each word.
"Eli, come on, please, I have an appointment in town," Barb said to her son, and they both climbed into a garish pink convertible with jewels hanging from the mirror wrapped in a gold chain.
Barb waved one last time as she sped off out of the driveway, covering me in dust as she spun the wheel around.
With their departure, I went inside and retrieved my camera. I spent a few minutes shooting a few pictures I thought were worthy. I re-entered the barn and pulled the old trunk out into the sunshine. Inside was only a handful of photos, some old clothes, and what looked like some old heirlooms. A beautifully old candlestick and a few leather-bound books lay at the bottom, covered by an old tablecloth. The tablecloth was a nice white with intricate swirling patterns inlaid around the edges.
Why would these things be packed away in here? They were so beautiful. I decided to bring the stuff inside for further inspection. As I lifted the trunk, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something move in the tall grass at the edge of the property. I stared for a minute, but nothing moved again. I must be getting jumpy being alone like this. After last night and then this, I was just imagining things.
I brought the items inside and spread them out. I put the tablecloth on the table, and it hung low to the ground. I placed the candlestick by the window and took out the photos again, spreading them out.
The photos told me a story of a loving family that obviously lived in the farmhouse before me. They had a photo next to the barn, with a brand new looking scarecrow in the back. The man even had his arm around it; it looked so much cleaner and proper in this photo. I stared outside at the sad-looking scarecrow.
I took my camera and the photo and went outside to stand next to the scarecrow. His post hung kind of crooked in the earth like it was weighed down by the scarecrow.
I snapped a photo of the scarecrow as it was, then examined the original photo. I began resettling the post in the ground, but it kept sagging. I decided to pull him out of the ground and move him while I added more dirt to his hole. With some effort, I reseated him into his original hole. He already looked better, but I straightened his clothes and pulled out the last bits of straw that stuck out of his clothes. When I was finished, I looked back at him and took a photo, smiling while I did so at my work.
I then spent some time sweeping the front porch and banging the dust out of the cushions before I curled up on a wicker chair with plump cushions for a few hours reading a book I had brought with me.
I felt quite content at this place. The sounds of the crickets began again, putting me at ease as the sun began to descend. I had spent the entire day just relaxing, and it was perfect. I sat sprawled out in the chair, too lazy to go and make dinner or even move. My bladder was full, but I waited until the last moment before dashing inside and relieving myself.
That's when I noticed it, out in the yard. It seemed as if the scarecrow had moved closer. Once shrouded by the barn slightly, it now had moved a few steps into the light from the porch. My heart dropped at the sight. Not again, I must be asleep on the porch in the chair. I pinched myself, trying to wake up, but all I received was a sore arm.
I closed my eyes, then rubbed them, hoping to dispel whatever plagued my mind, but when I opened my eyes, I noticed the scarecrow was even closer. Halfway across the yard now, it sat menacingly, hanging crooked in the dirt. The scarecrow seemed to be staring at me with an intense gaze. The slits in its face were open now, and in the porch light, I swear I could see human eyes underneath the mask.
I moved towards the front door, locking it in a swift motion. I was shaking now, and it took me a minute to relax. I never took my eyes off the scarecrow for fear of it moving again.
My cellphone was upstairs, so I couldn't flee without the scarecrow moving again. I breathed out slightly and unlocked the door, letting it swing in with a creak. The night outside was silent, as if everything was holding its breath. The usual crickets that plagued me with their song day and night had fallen quiet. I stepped out onto the porch; I needed to go confront this demonic entity. Something about this still made me think this was a prank.
"Eli, is that you?" I called out to the scarecrow.
No response, of course. I steeled myself and put one foot off the porch, never taking my eyes off the scarecrow before me. Something seemed to be dripping from its head as I approached, a dark slime that seemed to be melting from its joints as it stood there silently, except for the constant drip of the liquid on the dry dirt before me.
I walked around the scarecrow, determined to figure out what was going on. As I circled it, my vision darkened for a moment as I faced towards the light of the house. I jumped as the scarecrow's head turned to face me as I looked away. The black liquid drained faster from the being, forming a shallow pool at its feet.
I'm not proud of what I did next, but I fled, taking my eyes off the scarecrow. I made a mad dash for the farmhouse. Behind me, I could hear the pounding of feet. I screamed as loud as my lungs would let me. My voice rang through the silence as I grabbed the door handle and wrenched open the door as I felt a strong grip fall on my shoulder.
I turned to defend myself, but nothing was there. The scarecrow was gone, the wooden cross had vanished, as had the pool of dark liquid in the dirt. The world sprung back to life; the crickets began chirping loudly, and my heart restarted. I slammed the door, and the air from my force scattered the photographs on the table. I ran upstairs, leaving the lights on in the house, and dove onto the bed, wrapping myself in the frilly blanket like a set of frilly armor.
I snatched my camera from the bedside table and held it close, determined to document the rest of the night. I held it in shaking hands as the noise downstairs began—the sound of boots crossing the floor to the stairs and the careful but heavy steps of ascension as they climbed closer and closer to me.
This time, I didn't lunge forward as the light was already on. I glanced out the window, but the scarecrow was still gone. I focused my camera on the stairs and waited as the steps came closer and closer. A shape began to form as the head of whatever was coming up the stairs crested the floor. Then a plain brown mask with slits where the eyes would be. It froze for a moment, then slowly turned its head towards me. Inside the slits were human eyes that seemed to be leaking dark red blood.
In the light, I could see it now. I snapped a photo of the beast, the flash setting off a reaction in the beast. The scarecrow moved so fast up the stairs it was a blur. My scream echoed throughout the house as it lunged at me. Filthy hands pinned me down, and the deep crimson liquid began pouring out of every joint of the scarecrow. It began covering my face, my eyes, and getting into my open mouth. I spluttered and kicked at the beast, but my blows had no purchase, as if the scarecrow on top of me had no substance to itself.
I coughed and spluttered on the liquid as it began to fill my mouth faster and faster. I tried not to swallow any, but it tried to find purchase as I was held down.
"Polly?" A nervous voice called from below.
Suddenly, as if the angels had called, the pressure dissipated, and I crashed to the floor in a heap, trying to spit the blood out, but nothing came—it was gone. Footsteps pounded up the stairs again, and I flew back in fear, closing my eyes.
"Oh my god. Polly, are you okay?" A voice said, and gentle hands grabbed my arm.
My eyes shot open at the human touch, and I grabbed Eli into a tight hug, where I promptly began sobbing in fear, my whole body shaking as Eli awkwardly hugged me.
"Don't worry, it's going to be okay," Eli said patiently to me as he hugged me back gently and began stroking my back.
I shivered in a choking sob and fell into his arms, desperately wanting to believe him, and for some reason, I did.
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I've always had this weird feeling, this sensation inside of me that I was older than I actually was. By the time I was twelve, my soul felt as though it was forty. By the time I reached twenty, I felt like an old woman. I would watch people around my age acting foolish, and I always thought, "What a bunch of children." So it was no surprise to anyone that when I turned twenty-one, I left my hometown and college and decided to spend the summer alone by renting an old farmhouse in an insignificant town on the edge of an even more insignificant border.
When I told my mother, she had a veritable fit, unable to find the words. She spluttered and raged around me for days before I finally left early one morning to avoid her guilt and frustration with my choices. I was not sure why I craved solitude at such a young age, why I found solace in being alone and removed from society.
In high school, I had changed unexpectedly, cutting my long blonde hair short and dying it black, getting piercings that my mother loathed and claimed no young lady should have. You see, my mother was raised proper, as she called it. Good family, good husband, and finally a good life. She despised her perfect life being squashed by my alternative looks and feelings of the same world. She just didn't understand me or the world as it changed around her. I felt like I was just a trophy to her and my father, her perfect angel who had been tainted by my own demented thoughts.
I never told my parents where I was staying, one last rebellious mission before leaving for a few months, and it took me only a few hours to arrive at the farmhouse where I would be staying for the next few months. The land around the farm was dead or dying, old crops rose out of the dry dusty earth and had turned black and forgotten, as if this land was the example of dreams long forgotten and empty. A single dreary lane connected this desolate farmhouse to the rest of the world. On the outside, it was drab and looked as though it would fall apart. It had two stories but still seemed cramped and small, as if it were a single floor tied to the ground.
Across from the house, bordering the tall weeds that had reclaimed much of the farmland, stood a maudlin-looking faded red barn, one door propped open in a dejected manner revealing naught to me but shadows, dust, and a little mystery.
Next to the barn, staked into the ground on an old-looking cross, was a ragged scarecrow. It had drab brown clothing, but its face was oddly realistic, like it was watching me with a disapproving manner. Straw poked through its joints at odd angles like they were trying to break free from their confines. The scarecrow obviously didn't do its job as it was covered in no less than three crows.
I parked my car next to the barn and stepped out into the dusty yard before the farmhouse that I would make my home for the next few months. I checked under the front mat for the key and put it in the lock.
With a satisfying click, the door fell inward into the farmhouse. Surprisingly, the inside of the farmhouse was modern, clean, and looked quite inviting. I could smell the fresh paint on the walls, and everything was so white. The realtor had told me she would stop by tomorrow to collect the rent, and she had tried to chat my ear off on the phone about all the renovations she and her son were doing on the place.
I sighed with contentment and tossed my bags beside the door. I dug around in my bag and removed my camera, my father's old film shooter as he called it. I had taken up the hobby years ago for what I called capturing the oddity in the world.
I explored the small house a little more; the ground floor consisted of a single room and small bathroom with a shower. The bedroom was upstairs and was the only room, the stairs connected directly to the white and pink monstrosity that was the master bedroom. The pillows had laces on them and almost made me gag from the cuteness. There was even cute white lace curtains on the window with little flowers stitched onto them.
Out of the only window of the room, I could see the barn and the scarecrow. I aimed my camera at the pair and snapped a photo. From this angle, the scarecrow appeared to be staring straight at me. It stood next to the left side of the barn in a dejected manner like a chastised child.
A shudder involuntarily ran through me at the sight, but I moved on back downstairs. It was getting close to dinner time now, and I had brought some food with me.
After a few minutes, I had my dinner on the stove cooking and the crickets chirping outside the open window. As I sat down to eat next to the window, I felt at peace for one of the first times in years. The solitude of this old farm was exactly what I needed. The window supplied a nice breeze that wafted through the place, it smelled of grass and warm summer nights, made me feel at peace. The simple dish of spaghetti with tomato sauce and a glass of wine was all that I needed right here, right now in this moment.
That night I climbed into the frilly laced bed and sunk into the claustrophobic mattress. I felt like Goldilocks in the mama bear's bed as it was altogether too soft. From my perfumed bed, I had a good view out the window. I had left the porch light on, and it cast an eerie glow across the yard. The barn loomed ominously, stalwart against the light of the porch, like it was protecting the shadows from the battering ram of light. The somber scarecrow leaned against the left side of the barn.
With a small jump, I thought I saw its arm move slightly. I peered through my camera using the zoom to get a better view of the scarecrow. It was completely still in the night, and I laughed quietly to myself at my silliness. I had always enjoyed horror movies, but there was no chance I was living in one. I settled back into bed and put my camera down. Within a few minutes, I fell into sleep's warm embrace.
What felt like only a few minutes later, I sat up in bed. It was still dark out, I could hear crickets chirping through the open window, and I strained my ears for a moment.
I thought something had woken me up. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as a cold breeze wafted in through the window. I pulled the frilly blanket up around myself when I heard it. A thud sounded below me, shaking the whole world into silence. The crickets stopped chirping, and my heart felt like it had stopped beating. Someone was in the house. I hadn't locked the door or closed the kitchen window, and now someone was downstairs. A second thud sounded like a boot on the staircase. Then another and another as something was slowly moving up the stairs towards the room.
I don't know why I did it, but something came over me. I wasn't big or especially brave, but my normal cowardice in social situations changed instantly. With a dash, I tore across the room, flicking on the lights, ready to face my attacker, to defend myself against male or female. I would fight, and I would win.
But as the lights turned on, ready to strike with my foot, nothing was there. The staircase was empty, and upon further inspection, the entire house was empty. The kitchen window was open, and I shut and locked it securely before checking the door. Nothing. I sat down on the couch, my heart pounding out of my chest, as I tried to make sense of what had just happened.
"I must have still been half-asleep," I said aloud to the room in a thinly veiled attempt to calm my nerves. It failed horribly, but I went with it. What else could you do in a situation like that?
After locking up the house, I went back up to that frilly four-poster bed in the bedroom and stared out the window. Nothing was in the yard except my car, the barn, and the same old sad-looking scarecrow staring across the yard.
The next morning, I woke up to the soft light filtering through the lace curtains. Despite the strange events of the previous night, I felt strangely refreshed, as if the morning sun had chased away the shadows that lingered in my mind.
I descended the stairs, the wooden steps creaking softly under my weight, and headed to the kitchen. As I brewed a pot of coffee, my mind wandered back to the events of last night. Was it just a figment of my imagination, or was there really someone in the house?
Shaking off the unease, I decided to explore the farmhouse in the daylight. I wandered through the room, admiring the modern renovations that clashed with the rustic exterior. The farmhouse had a charm to it, despite its eerie surroundings.
As I made my way outside, the cool morning air greeted me, and I took a deep breath, letting the serenity of the countryside wash over me. The barn stood tall against the backdrop of the morning sky, and the scarecrow seemed to watch me as I crossed the yard.
I approached the barn, curiosity getting the better of me. Pushing open the creaky door, I stepped inside, the musty scent of hay filling my nostrils. The interior was dimly lit, the sunlight filtering through the cracks in the wooden walls.
I explored every nook and cranny of the barn, but found nothing out of the ordinary. As I turned to leave, something caught my eye. In the corner of the barn, hidden beneath a pile of old blankets, was a small wooden chest.
My heart racing with anticipation, I lifted the lid of the trunk and peered inside. What I found took my breath away. It was a collection of old photographs, yellowed with age, depicting scenes from a bygone era. They were of a man with his family, two young kids, and a beautiful young wife. The man had yellow blonde hair, almost like straw in texture, but he smiled so happily with his family.
I sifted through the photographs, my fingers trembling with excitement. Who had left these behind, and why? Each photograph seemed to tell a story, a glimpse into the past of this forgotten farmhouse.
As I sat there, lost in thought, a sudden noise jolted me back to reality. It was the sound of footsteps coming from outside the barn.
"Hello?" The dreamy voice of a woman called to me from the entrance to the barn.
I slammed the lid of the trunk shut, closing the memories up in a flurry as I spun around to be greeted by a quite pretty woman with blonde hair and a pink suit skirt combo. She had bright pink lipstick, that seemed to be a permanent fixture on her face, and quite shiny and sparkly blue eye shadow on her lids. I myself only wore black eyeliner. This woman was like Barbie in her proportions, thin waist, long hair, and large tracts of land, as my father would have said.
"Oh, hello," I said simply, always awkward in normal social situations.
If she noticed anything odd about me, she breezed over it in an easy manner. Taking me by the shoulders, she led me out of the dusty barn and into the yard.
"You must be Polly. We have been waiting a while for you to come. I simply must know what you think of the renovations to the house. Aren’t they just to die for?" The lady said all in one breath, as if she didn’t need air to speak.
"Yes, they are quite nice..." I started before she cut me off, not in a rude manner but instead in one that she would have continued on even if I had just told her I was not Polly and instead I was a mass murderer looming for my next victim.
"You see, me and my son Eli—yes, Eli, you stop lurking in the shadows over there," she said, continuing on as I noticed a younger man leaning up against the barn. He wore simple clothes of jeans and a white t-shirt but had a handsome face. His hair was brown and hung slightly over his eyes.
"I hope you don’t mind if my son here continues working on some renovations while you stay here? Strictly on the outside of the house, mind you. A fresh coat of white paint would make this little beauty shine. We would have finished by now if not for the accidents," she continued, completely unabashed by my silence.
"Sorry. But you are the realtor?" I said, trying to regain my feet under me.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry, dear!" she said with an affable cackle.
"Yes, yes, I am Barbara, but all my friends call me Barb. That over there is Eli. Eli, come say hi," Barb said while her painted talons rested firmly on my shoulder.
Eli stomped over, keeping his eyes low, in a sort of moody way that actually intrigued me, sort of.
When he glanced up at me, I noticed he drank in me from head to toe, and for the first time, I realized what I was wearing. An old rock t-shirt of one of my favorite bands and, of all things, my black pajama bottoms with cartoon bats on them that said "happy halloween."
I felt my face blush crimson as he made eye contact with me. He had very mysterious eyes of blue that seemed to cut right through my soul.
"Nice shirt," he said while gesturing to me. His voice was quiet and uncertain, as if he didn’t get much practice with the art. Knowing his mother, it seemed highly accurate.
"Thanks. Do you like them?" I asked.
"Oh, he likes all sorts of things, don’t you, Eli? Honestly, you two can gab on forever. But miss, I believe we have a small matter of payment," Barb said, drawing the conversation back to herself.
"Of course. Let me go get it," I said as I went back into the house and retrieved the envelope with the rent money in it.
Barb grabbed the envelope in her bright pink talons and snapped a piece of bubblegum between her teeth. With quick fingers, she leafed through the cash, counting it. As she counted, her normal bubbly personality seemed to disappear, giving way to what I gleaned was her true thoughts and feelings before the facade slipped on once again.
"Mmkay, perfect honey, this is the right amount. Now you have my number, so you call if you need anything. Like I said earlier, Eli will stop by from time to time to work on painting the house. I promise you he won’t be an imposition, just pay him no mind," Barb said in a sweet voice as she popped her gum in between each word.
"Eli, come on, please, I have an appointment in town," Barb said to her son, and they both climbed into a garish pink convertible with jewels hanging from the mirror wrapped in a gold chain.
Barb waved one last time as she sped off out of the driveway, covering me in dust as she spun the wheel around.
With their departure, I went inside and retrieved my camera. I spent a few minutes shooting a few pictures I thought were worthy. I re-entered the barn and pulled the old trunk out into the sunshine. Inside was only a handful of photos, some old clothes, and what looked like some old heirlooms. A beautifully old candlestick and a few leather-bound books lay at the bottom, covered by an old tablecloth. The tablecloth was a nice white with intricate swirling patterns inlaid around the edges.
Why would these things be packed away in here? They were so beautiful. I decided to bring the stuff inside for further inspection. As I lifted the trunk, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something move in the tall grass at the edge of the property. I stared for a minute, but nothing moved again. I must be getting jumpy being alone like this. After last night and then this, I was just imagining things.
I brought the items inside and spread them out. I put the tablecloth on the table, and it hung low to the ground. I placed the candlestick by the window and took out the photos again, spreading them out.
The photos told me a story of a loving family that obviously lived in the farmhouse before me. They had a photo next to the barn, with a brand new looking scarecrow in the back. The man even had his arm around it; it looked so much cleaner and proper in this photo. I stared outside at the sad-looking scarecrow.
I took my camera and the photo and went outside to stand next to the scarecrow. His post hung kind of crooked in the earth like it was weighed down by the scarecrow.
I snapped a photo of the scarecrow as it was, then examined the original photo. I began resettling the post in the ground, but it kept sagging. I decided to pull him out of the ground and move him while I added more dirt to his hole. With some effort, I reseated him into his original hole. He already looked better, but I straightened his clothes and pulled out the last bits of straw that stuck out of his clothes. When I was finished, I looked back at him and took a photo, smiling while I did so at my work.
I then spent some time sweeping the front porch and banging the dust out of the cushions before I curled up on a wicker chair with plump cushions for a few hours reading a book I had brought with me.
I felt quite content at this place. The sounds of the crickets began again, putting me at ease as the sun began to descend. I had spent the entire day just relaxing, and it was perfect. I sat sprawled out in the chair, too lazy to go and make dinner or even move. My bladder was full, but I waited until the last moment before dashing inside and relieving myself.
That's when I noticed it, out in the yard. It seemed as if the scarecrow had moved closer. Once shrouded by the barn slightly, it now had moved a few steps into the light from the porch. My heart dropped at the sight. Not again, I must be asleep on the porch in the chair. I pinched myself, trying to wake up, but all I received was a sore arm.
I closed my eyes, then rubbed them, hoping to dispel whatever plagued my mind, but when I opened my eyes, I noticed the scarecrow was even closer. Halfway across the yard now, it sat menacingly, hanging crooked in the dirt. The scarecrow seemed to be staring at me with an intense gaze. The slits in its face were open now, and in the porch light, I swear I could see human eyes underneath the mask.
I moved towards the front door, locking it in a swift motion. I was shaking now, and it took me a minute to relax. I never took my eyes off the scarecrow for fear of it moving again.
My cellphone was upstairs, so I couldn't flee without the scarecrow moving again. I breathed out slightly and unlocked the door, letting it swing in with a creak. The night outside was silent, as if everything was holding its breath. The usual crickets that plagued me with their song day and night had fallen quiet. I stepped out onto the porch; I needed to go confront this demonic entity. Something about this still made me think this was a prank.
"Eli, is that you?" I called out to the scarecrow.
No response, of course. I steeled myself and put one foot off the porch, never taking my eyes off the scarecrow before me. Something seemed to be dripping from its head as I approached, a dark slime that seemed to be melting from its joints as it stood there silently, except for the constant drip of the liquid on the dry dirt before me.
I walked around the scarecrow, determined to figure out what was going on. As I circled it, my vision darkened for a moment as I faced towards the light of the house. I jumped as the scarecrow's head turned to face me as I looked away. The black liquid drained faster from the being, forming a shallow pool at its feet.
I'm not proud of what I did next, but I fled, taking my eyes off the scarecrow. I made a mad dash for the farmhouse. Behind me, I could hear the pounding of feet. I screamed as loud as my lungs would let me. My voice rang through the silence as I grabbed the door handle and wrenched open the door as I felt a strong grip fall on my shoulder.
I turned to defend myself, but nothing was there. The scarecrow was gone, the wooden cross had vanished, as had the pool of dark liquid in the dirt. The world sprung back to life; the crickets began chirping loudly, and my heart restarted. I slammed the door, and the air from my force scattered the photographs on the table. I ran upstairs, leaving the lights on in the house, and dove onto the bed, wrapping myself in the frilly blanket like a set of frilly armor.
I snatched my camera from the bedside table and held it close, determined to document the rest of the night. I held it in shaking hands as the noise downstairs began—the sound of boots crossing the floor to the stairs and the careful but heavy steps of ascension as they climbed closer and closer to me.
This time, I didn't lunge forward as the light was already on. I glanced out the window, but the scarecrow was still gone. I focused my camera on the stairs and waited as the steps came closer and closer. A shape began to form as the head of whatever was coming up the stairs crested the floor. Then a plain brown mask with slits where the eyes would be. It froze for a moment, then slowly turned its head towards me. Inside the slits were human eyes that seemed to be leaking dark red blood.
In the light, I could see it now. I snapped a photo of the beast, the flash setting off a reaction in the beast. The scarecrow moved so fast up the stairs it was a blur. My scream echoed throughout the house as it lunged at me. Filthy hands pinned me down, and the deep crimson liquid began pouring out of every joint of the scarecrow. It began covering my face, my eyes, and getting into my open mouth. I spluttered and kicked at the beast, but my blows had no purchase, as if the scarecrow on top of me had no substance to itself.
I coughed and spluttered on the liquid as it began to fill my mouth faster and faster. I tried not to swallow any, but it tried to find purchase as I was held down.
"Polly?" A nervous voice called from below.
Suddenly, as if the angels had called, the pressure dissipated, and I crashed to the floor in a heap, trying to spit the blood out, but nothing came—it was gone. Footsteps pounded up the stairs again, and I flew back in fear, closing my eyes.
"Oh my god. Polly, are you okay?" A voice said, and gentle hands grabbed my arm.
My eyes shot open at the human touch, and I grabbed Eli into a tight hug, where I promptly began sobbing in fear, my whole body shaking as Eli awkwardly hugged me.
"Don't worry, it's going to be okay," Eli said patiently to me as he hugged me back gently and began stroking my back.
I shivered in a choking sob and fell into his arms, desperately wanting to believe him, and for some reason, I did.
2024.05.14 01:34 f3danon HHS Timeline w/ some twists
Remote scientific position w/ positive education requirement
25MAY23 - Initial contact from Schedule-A recruiter asking me to apply 08JUN23 - Request for interview received 12JUN23 - 1st Interview (60 minutes) 26JUN23 - 2nd Interview (60 minutes), writing assignment 11JUL23 - 3rd Interview (60 minutes) 12JUL23 - References requested 16AUG23 - TJO received 24AUG23 - TJO rescinded after HR officer decides political science is not a social science... 25AUG23 - Submitted request for re-eval of qualifications with supporting documentation 09SEP23 - TJO rescission sustained by HR on same basis 28SEP23 - Submitted letter from program dean at Penn State as proof that my master degree is a social science, no response from HR XXOCT23 - Give up on fighting HRO
24OCT23 - Resume review with career coach
23JAN24 - Apply, closed same day it opened 08APR24 - Referred for direct hire 08APR24 - Selected 09APR24 - TJO received for GS-12 11APR24 - HSecurity paperwork, cybersecurity training 17APR24 - Fingerprinting and badge photo, request from HR for official transcripts 24APR24 - Cleared security (active USG clearance) 26APR24 - I-9 document video verification, start dates discussed, told FJO will come as soon as hiring manager agrees on start date 30APR24 - HHS HR contacted losing agency HR for release 30APR24 - Supervisor informed of departure, agrees with date 19MAY24 - EOD
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25MAY23 - Initial contact from Schedule-A recruiter asking me to apply 08JUN23 - Request for interview received 12JUN23 - 1st Interview (60 minutes) 26JUN23 - 2nd Interview (60 minutes), writing assignment 11JUL23 - 3rd Interview (60 minutes) 12JUL23 - References requested 16AUG23 - TJO received 24AUG23 - TJO rescinded after HR officer decides political science is not a social science... 25AUG23 - Submitted request for re-eval of qualifications with supporting documentation 09SEP23 - TJO rescission sustained by HR on same basis 28SEP23 - Submitted letter from program dean at Penn State as proof that my master degree is a social science, no response from HR XXOCT23 - Give up on fighting HRO
24OCT23 - Resume review with career coach
23JAN24 - Apply, closed same day it opened 08APR24 - Referred for direct hire 08APR24 - Selected 09APR24 - TJO received for GS-12 11APR24 - HSecurity paperwork, cybersecurity training 17APR24 - Fingerprinting and badge photo, request from HR for official transcripts 24APR24 - Cleared security (active USG clearance) 26APR24 - I-9 document video verification, start dates discussed, told FJO will come as soon as hiring manager agrees on start date 30APR24 - HHS HR contacted losing agency HR for release 30APR24 - Supervisor informed of departure, agrees with date 19MAY24 - EOD
2024.05.14 01:34 WorkingSoft2894 Morgellons Agenda Information
In the mid-nineties we began to see strange formations in long rows of “clouds” globally. Despite attempts at overthrow and Roswell -type deviations , cloud seeding by various high-ranking military and aviation groups, it became clear since 2000 that CHEMTRAILS were a real and tangible phenomenon.
Cliff Carnicom gives 7 possible reasons for this aerosol spraying end game. As with many dot-omega systems, we are unable to reduce this to a singular cause or a binary choice. Chemtrails are a covert, high - level black project , and as we've said elsewhere, it's one they've kept under lock and key for a decade. These include:
HAARP -related stratospheric communication
ELF Waves communication
plasma and ionization
military techniques for pan-optical vision
a method of tracking and/or interrupting UFO visits
population reduction through toxins etc.
Only a spate of chemtrails found over the years were various forms of fibers, tubes and fungi. Until recently, what this did to humans was not known. This could have changed and the consequences are bizarre.
LINKING CHEMTRAILS, NANO TECH, MORGELLONS :
The pseudo-illuminoids bring a precursor to the final deception in the possible form of a hyper-agent sent decades ahead, as usual: in plain sight.
Or could it be that the aerosol spraying link is not yet fully established? We can suggest this if we go back to one of the main statements made by a bio-chemist from within the establishment, who came out and spoke on the subject.
He stated in an interview about Project Shield that to prevent UV rays from penetrating the ecosystem – that these same trails were part of the plasma base that supports the metal particles used in aerosol spraying. .
CHIMERA – SILICONE BASED BIO-DATA TERMS, REACHING THE NERVOUS SYSTEM NEAR YOU.
The NANO BUG HAS different kinds of INTELLIGENCE, including what microbiologists call 'quorum sensing' – essentially this means that the cells communicate at a non-local [or hive] level. This element of things is supported by personal experience in diseases where individuals observed that fibers responded in bizarre ways to various environmental inputs. For example – the 'organism' will climb out of a bleach solution within a few hours, if given a method of escape.
It is interesting that few people, even the so-called left field research area on the ground, are prepared to confront just what this agent could be. Once you invest time understanding even basic biology and biological warfare weaponry, you can only conclude that it exists outside of any consensual philosophy.
Investigation of Morgellons and Chemtrails – Local Audio
– IT IS CLEAR THAT WITHIN THE GOVERNMENT OR RATHER THOSE WHO "PULL THE STRINGS" HAVE ABSOLUTELY KNOWINGLY AND DELIBERATELY CREATED AND UNLEASHED THIS SITUATION FOR REASONS ONLY THEY KNOW ,BUT IT IS VERY CLEAR THAT IT IS JUST A PART OR CONTINUING PIECE OF THERE GRAND NEFARIOUS AGENDA.
Watchdog organizations of diseases through the boards HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO DEAL WITH THIS.
“I can also assure you that this infectious agent is rather a slow , SLOW but very dangerous one, and everything will become a primary issue.
Doing some creative background work allows us to conclude the following:
The agent IS NOT COAL BASED – that is, it is a leap beyond anything we could currently be aware of.
The agent, when mapped at a macro level, has intelligence, binding within the host's DNA/RNA signals.
Due to the fact that the agent can remain dormant in humans – it is entirely possible that large numbers of the population are already carriers.
CASES OF MORGELLONS HAVE BEEN RECORDED ON EVERY CONTINENT EXCEPT THE ARCTIC.
The fact that there is evidence that the spores ** that produce this agent are being 'seeded' via aerosol sprays – which we already know happens on every continent – of course changes the whole game. The Spanish Influenza, which was based on the current “bird flu” and coded H1N1, which killed millions at the end of World War I, apparently leaked from a US military laboratory.
This was intended to prevent exactly the kind of nightmare scenario that is occurring, which we may be facing now: namely, one of the parts implementing additional movement systems, of a global environmental control system to the bio-warfare and genetic manipulation.
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Cliff Carnicom gives 7 possible reasons for this aerosol spraying end game. As with many dot-omega systems, we are unable to reduce this to a singular cause or a binary choice. Chemtrails are a covert, high - level black project , and as we've said elsewhere, it's one they've kept under lock and key for a decade. These include:
HAARP -related stratospheric communication
ELF Waves communication
plasma and ionization
military techniques for pan-optical vision
a method of tracking and/or interrupting UFO visits
population reduction through toxins etc.
Only a spate of chemtrails found over the years were various forms of fibers, tubes and fungi. Until recently, what this did to humans was not known. This could have changed and the consequences are bizarre.
LINKING CHEMTRAILS, NANO TECH, MORGELLONS :
The pseudo-illuminoids bring a precursor to the final deception in the possible form of a hyper-agent sent decades ahead, as usual: in plain sight.
Or could it be that the aerosol spraying link is not yet fully established? We can suggest this if we go back to one of the main statements made by a bio-chemist from within the establishment, who came out and spoke on the subject.
He stated in an interview about Project Shield that to prevent UV rays from penetrating the ecosystem – that these same trails were part of the plasma base that supports the metal particles used in aerosol spraying. .
CHIMERA – SILICONE BASED BIO-DATA TERMS, REACHING THE NERVOUS SYSTEM NEAR YOU.
The NANO BUG HAS different kinds of INTELLIGENCE, including what microbiologists call 'quorum sensing' – essentially this means that the cells communicate at a non-local [or hive] level. This element of things is supported by personal experience in diseases where individuals observed that fibers responded in bizarre ways to various environmental inputs. For example – the 'organism' will climb out of a bleach solution within a few hours, if given a method of escape.
It is interesting that few people, even the so-called left field research area on the ground, are prepared to confront just what this agent could be. Once you invest time understanding even basic biology and biological warfare weaponry, you can only conclude that it exists outside of any consensual philosophy.
Investigation of Morgellons and Chemtrails – Local Audio
– IT IS CLEAR THAT WITHIN THE GOVERNMENT OR RATHER THOSE WHO "PULL THE STRINGS" HAVE ABSOLUTELY KNOWINGLY AND DELIBERATELY CREATED AND UNLEASHED THIS SITUATION FOR REASONS ONLY THEY KNOW ,BUT IT IS VERY CLEAR THAT IT IS JUST A PART OR CONTINUING PIECE OF THERE GRAND NEFARIOUS AGENDA.
Watchdog organizations of diseases through the boards HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO DEAL WITH THIS.
“I can also assure you that this infectious agent is rather a slow , SLOW but very dangerous one, and everything will become a primary issue.
Doing some creative background work allows us to conclude the following:
The agent IS NOT COAL BASED – that is, it is a leap beyond anything we could currently be aware of.
The agent, when mapped at a macro level, has intelligence, binding within the host's DNA/RNA signals.
Due to the fact that the agent can remain dormant in humans – it is entirely possible that large numbers of the population are already carriers.
CASES OF MORGELLONS HAVE BEEN RECORDED ON EVERY CONTINENT EXCEPT THE ARCTIC.
The fact that there is evidence that the spores ** that produce this agent are being 'seeded' via aerosol sprays – which we already know happens on every continent – of course changes the whole game. The Spanish Influenza, which was based on the current “bird flu” and coded H1N1, which killed millions at the end of World War I, apparently leaked from a US military laboratory.
- Then, there is the possibility that this is, in fact, wrong, and this new bio-agent came from somewhere else – that is, it is an out-of-this-world entity. ** Note that the link to chemtrail activity is unproven, more of an ongoing hypothesis. If you investigate the possible delivery mechanism, or “soup” through which the supposed [revealed] chemtrail activity is distributed, it is claimed that nano-wires are used as a kind of web base for the creation of Solar protection. This may have been the case, but the fact that the latest in bio-agents could be being distributed globally from the air to the population, moves us to a new level. Instead of making a binary statement that this delivery method is being used - we could assume that the spraying was happening for other reasons [one of many proposals], and that this bio-agent was added under the cover of a broader, global agreement on environmental protection. After all, no one is going to say no to this angle, and it seems, from the fact that tank spraying is happening on every continent, that this is the case.
This was intended to prevent exactly the kind of nightmare scenario that is occurring, which we may be facing now: namely, one of the parts implementing additional movement systems, of a global environmental control system to the bio-warfare and genetic manipulation.
2024.05.14 01:32 ColdInMinnesooota FYI: b0t / pr firm / campaign activity has increased recently (and will be getting worse probably)
With the election season coming up, the bots are out in full force - and a lot more forceful. I posted the below text on the centrist subreddit where I first noticed how bad bot activity is ramping up, but thought I'd repost here, since this seems to be target in the past. (as well as most politically minded subreddits) Also included are a few ways I've noticed them, to assume that I'm arguing with bots and thus stop when I realize this. (and then proven probably right in what happens next)
The change in various subreddits in pretty much everything related to the recent protests has proven yet again how reddit can be manipulated, and how I'd wager 1/3 to 1/2 of the commenters aren't "real" in the organic sense in politically-minded subs. (more on that below)
TLDR: make your comments and move on, don't engage too much with replies, because chances are is that you've engaged with a bot recently, and much more likely on any politically related posts. The entire system of upvotes / downvotes is corrupted, not to mention many of the commenters are paid shills (with various ways of assuming they are - not proving 100%, but lots of evidence they are)
So basically you are just wasting your time and giving your energy to the machine - don't do this TOO much. It's a waste of energy / time. As carlin says, at least when you are ...... you have something to show for it -
Just an fyi, there's a 50-50 chance you are talking to a bot right now - I've noticed a lot of this activity recently, and especially on this sub.
How do I know?
Look at what gets upvoted and downvoted - these have changed drastically recently (like on Israel related ones - on this sub - anything for the protests gets massively downvoted, this - on reddit? no way)
-Why do your comments stay at -2 or -4? because they're hidden by the default view. they do this to create an environment that most normies won't question and/or look further into.
-Do they not actually respond to your points / miss nuance / context? they're probably in a different country using auto translation software. people abroad can't tell the difference between an ICE car and a car ice sculpture, for example.
Also look at the commenters, what they say and their profiles. a lot don't look real.
And these are just the accounts that they don't do a good job at making their profiles look legit, because there's no point. (since they are throwaways)
My point being don't waste your life replying to many of these people, they probably are just interns / bots anyways.
Here's a link from a supposed testament of how this works: (supposed - not proven, but it lines up from my prior political consultant activity a LONG time ago)
https://www.reddit.com/seculartalk/comments/1ab9cn2/are_there_really_paid_shills_doing_online/
"My niece was a political science major at a reputable university in California. Part of her program is a coop portion where they join a campaign for a semester. This happens twice during the four year undergrad program. If you’re not familiar with how co-op works the school places you. You don’t have a choice. If all goes well you get some good experience, something to put on your resume, you make connections that can help you after you graduate and if you’re lucky you get hired on as a paid staffer.
In 2016 she was on the Kamala Harris senate campaign for Barbara Boxer’s seat. Then she was on David Baladao’s congressional campaign in 2018.
After graduating she was hired on to the Kamala Harris presidential campaign in January of 2019. This is where she went from student/volunteer to a paid position and the job changed a lot. So instead of door knocking, putting up posters, applauding during campaign speeches and running errands she was helping organize the field team and the cyber team. The field team is pretty straight forward so let’s focus on the cyber team.
Their job was to see what was hot and how can the campaign get in front of whatever issue or whatever was happening at the time. Did a candidate in another campaign put his foot in his mouth? Is there a controversy that is early in the news cycle? Is something being talked about online that makes our candidate look bad? Kamala getting political favors from people she dated and keeping an innocent man in prison were the ones I remember off hand. This is all normal stuff. Other than planting staffers at rallies to ask questions because the rubes never seemed to ask the right questions for Kamala’s already prepared answers there isn’t a lot of juicy gossip on these campaigns. But the cyber team had another role which is why I’m making this post now.
The cyber team and most of the staffers were expected to participate in forums, bulletin boards, social media chat spaces, all platforms including reddit. They were expected to have multiple accounts and maintain characters while engaging with other users. She used pre-maid accounts that were at least three years old. They would push-pull ideas to see what worked and what fell flat. The same person would have nice, mean, old, young, female, male, gay etc personas. Each with a bio. If one of them left the campaign someone else would take it over. This is all over and above the bot accounts. The cyber team were real people with multiple fake accounts testing talking points and seeing what the push back would be so the candidate would be prepared when the campaign couldn’t protect her from real people. The main work was done in a cubicle farm by a dedicated team but regular staffers were required to do it as well. The K-hive cyber team and the BootieJudge cyber teams hated each other and took pleasure in exposing their rival’s accounts.
That person you are having an argument with online may just be a shill from someone’s campaign. It may also be Russian, Israeli, Chinese and surprisingly Turkish agents. Election interference is real but it isn’t hacking voting machines but instead two idiots arguing online with one of those idiots being paid to do it. So the next time you encounter someone in sub, any sub just understand when they start spouting talking points they may not be a real person.
Age of the account won’t help you. Banning normally doesn’t help much because the can just hop-on with another account. It’s only going to get worse as the election heats up. God help us all."
Ever notice how blocking only gets a response from another different account? believe it or not most real people dont' do this - you just argued with a bot / pr shill / campaign.
https://np.reddit.com/shills/comments/4kdq7n/astroturfing_information_megathread_revision_8/
Here's also a good example on the centrist thread, where I originally created this post -
God with a soft g has the top rates comment, and is lying about the prior convo to discredit what I said:
I was replying to a question of why xudoxis (a user) was spam posting at all on a different thread in this subreddit (centrist) - they were posting multiple stories on the exact same topic in this thread - another commenter was calling them out on it - upon which I replied, given their spam posting of the same story on this subreddit multiple times - that they were a bot.
see the bot-ness? of course you do.
then God with a soft g replies with only my response on this thread, not to the comment I was replying to in the prior one -
my guess: both xudoxis and god with a soft g aren't legitimate. one was spamming stories, the other defending that spammer (and also young acct) by lying about the convo. (after i blocked xudoxis, since they couldn't respond to me)
yes, this is all small crap, who cares - but realize this is pr plain and simple - they lie all the time.
https://www.reddit.com/centrist/comments/1cqnn7u/comment/l3sng85/
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The change in various subreddits in pretty much everything related to the recent protests has proven yet again how reddit can be manipulated, and how I'd wager 1/3 to 1/2 of the commenters aren't "real" in the organic sense in politically-minded subs. (more on that below)
TLDR: make your comments and move on, don't engage too much with replies, because chances are is that you've engaged with a bot recently, and much more likely on any politically related posts. The entire system of upvotes / downvotes is corrupted, not to mention many of the commenters are paid shills (with various ways of assuming they are - not proving 100%, but lots of evidence they are)
So basically you are just wasting your time and giving your energy to the machine - don't do this TOO much. It's a waste of energy / time. As carlin says, at least when you are ...... you have something to show for it -
How do I know?
Look at what gets upvoted and downvoted - these have changed drastically recently (like on Israel related ones - on this sub - anything for the protests gets massively downvoted, this - on reddit? no way)
-Why do your comments stay at -2 or -4? because they're hidden by the default view. they do this to create an environment that most normies won't question and/or look further into.
-Do they not actually respond to your points / miss nuance / context? they're probably in a different country using auto translation software. people abroad can't tell the difference between an ICE car and a car ice sculpture, for example.
Also look at the commenters, what they say and their profiles. a lot don't look real.
And these are just the accounts that they don't do a good job at making their profiles look legit, because there's no point. (since they are throwaways)
My point being don't waste your life replying to many of these people, they probably are just interns / bots anyways.
Here's a link from a supposed testament of how this works: (supposed - not proven, but it lines up from my prior political consultant activity a LONG time ago)
https://www.reddit.com/seculartalk/comments/1ab9cn2/are_there_really_paid_shills_doing_online/
"My niece was a political science major at a reputable university in California. Part of her program is a coop portion where they join a campaign for a semester. This happens twice during the four year undergrad program. If you’re not familiar with how co-op works the school places you. You don’t have a choice. If all goes well you get some good experience, something to put on your resume, you make connections that can help you after you graduate and if you’re lucky you get hired on as a paid staffer.
In 2016 she was on the Kamala Harris senate campaign for Barbara Boxer’s seat. Then she was on David Baladao’s congressional campaign in 2018.
After graduating she was hired on to the Kamala Harris presidential campaign in January of 2019. This is where she went from student/volunteer to a paid position and the job changed a lot. So instead of door knocking, putting up posters, applauding during campaign speeches and running errands she was helping organize the field team and the cyber team. The field team is pretty straight forward so let’s focus on the cyber team.
Their job was to see what was hot and how can the campaign get in front of whatever issue or whatever was happening at the time. Did a candidate in another campaign put his foot in his mouth? Is there a controversy that is early in the news cycle? Is something being talked about online that makes our candidate look bad? Kamala getting political favors from people she dated and keeping an innocent man in prison were the ones I remember off hand. This is all normal stuff. Other than planting staffers at rallies to ask questions because the rubes never seemed to ask the right questions for Kamala’s already prepared answers there isn’t a lot of juicy gossip on these campaigns. But the cyber team had another role which is why I’m making this post now.
The cyber team and most of the staffers were expected to participate in forums, bulletin boards, social media chat spaces, all platforms including reddit. They were expected to have multiple accounts and maintain characters while engaging with other users. She used pre-maid accounts that were at least three years old. They would push-pull ideas to see what worked and what fell flat. The same person would have nice, mean, old, young, female, male, gay etc personas. Each with a bio. If one of them left the campaign someone else would take it over. This is all over and above the bot accounts. The cyber team were real people with multiple fake accounts testing talking points and seeing what the push back would be so the candidate would be prepared when the campaign couldn’t protect her from real people. The main work was done in a cubicle farm by a dedicated team but regular staffers were required to do it as well. The K-hive cyber team and the BootieJudge cyber teams hated each other and took pleasure in exposing their rival’s accounts.
That person you are having an argument with online may just be a shill from someone’s campaign. It may also be Russian, Israeli, Chinese and surprisingly Turkish agents. Election interference is real but it isn’t hacking voting machines but instead two idiots arguing online with one of those idiots being paid to do it. So the next time you encounter someone in sub, any sub just understand when they start spouting talking points they may not be a real person.
Age of the account won’t help you. Banning normally doesn’t help much because the can just hop-on with another account. It’s only going to get worse as the election heats up. God help us all."
Ever notice how blocking only gets a response from another different account? believe it or not most real people dont' do this - you just argued with a bot / pr shill / campaign.
https://np.reddit.com/shills/comments/4kdq7n/astroturfing_information_megathread_revision_8/
Here's also a good example on the centrist thread, where I originally created this post -
God with a soft g has the top rates comment, and is lying about the prior convo to discredit what I said:
I was replying to a question of why xudoxis (a user) was spam posting at all on a different thread in this subreddit (centrist) - they were posting multiple stories on the exact same topic in this thread - another commenter was calling them out on it - upon which I replied, given their spam posting of the same story on this subreddit multiple times - that they were a bot.
see the bot-ness? of course you do.
then God with a soft g replies with only my response on this thread, not to the comment I was replying to in the prior one -
my guess: both xudoxis and god with a soft g aren't legitimate. one was spamming stories, the other defending that spammer (and also young acct) by lying about the convo. (after i blocked xudoxis, since they couldn't respond to me)
yes, this is all small crap, who cares - but realize this is pr plain and simple - they lie all the time.
https://www.reddit.com/centrist/comments/1cqnn7u/comment/l3sng85/
2024.05.14 01:31 sarra-sagesse Do you guys use insurance for your Cat? Worth it or no?
Most people wish they had insurance when their pets get sick. We don’t ever assume they will get sick but when they do, it can be thousands of dollars and then maybe another few thousand a year or two later.
You never know when your pets might have a health issue pop up, that could cost you hundreds or even thousands of dollars, and if health insurance would be there to help cover it.
Pet insurance is definitely worth it. IF something were to happen beyond your minor cuts scrapes, bout of diarrhea etc it can become very expensive very fast.
With humans we can go to the doctor tell them all our symptoms history etc and this narrows it down to what kind of test they would need or what to even consider looking into.
When there is something wrong with a cat it's much harder to tell/figure out without running full blood work, fecal, etc. A fecal test now a days can be like 200 dollars lol.
I get scared when I think about how expensive it can be when a cat gets sick. Hospital bills of $4-20k+ for a cat that, for example, swallows a foreign body, are typical !
The time to get pet insurance is NOW, when your cat is 100% healthy. Even if your pet gets sick just once, then it will be labeled a pre-existing condition, and then its too late.
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You never know when your pets might have a health issue pop up, that could cost you hundreds or even thousands of dollars, and if health insurance would be there to help cover it.
Pet insurance is definitely worth it. IF something were to happen beyond your minor cuts scrapes, bout of diarrhea etc it can become very expensive very fast.
With humans we can go to the doctor tell them all our symptoms history etc and this narrows it down to what kind of test they would need or what to even consider looking into.
When there is something wrong with a cat it's much harder to tell/figure out without running full blood work, fecal, etc. A fecal test now a days can be like 200 dollars lol.
I get scared when I think about how expensive it can be when a cat gets sick. Hospital bills of $4-20k+ for a cat that, for example, swallows a foreign body, are typical !
The time to get pet insurance is NOW, when your cat is 100% healthy. Even if your pet gets sick just once, then it will be labeled a pre-existing condition, and then its too late.
2024.05.14 01:31 Jellytime_20240121 Does my husband respect and value his mum more than me
Over the last few days, I can’t help but think my husband might respect and value his mother more. I’m not sure if I’m just overthinking this but here are a few examples.
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- His mother would give him unsolicited advice on personal things and he would just nod his head and agree to it. A good example is when I was pregnant, his mother told him the placenta should be buried under a tree and I got no say in this. She would want to speak with my husband personally without me being there and my husband wouldn’t say anything to this. Another example was that she told my husband she’d book tickets (not ask) when I’m about to deliver and stay with us indefinitely. And my husband didn’t object to this.
- When it came to exciting work news or an update, he would call his mum every Tuesday at 8pm because this is the time that suited her and tell her things I had no idea about. When I asked him about it, he said he tells his mother and not me because he’s run out of things to talk to her about.
- Her mother once yelled and screamed at me because she was telling her husband and his sister that they are broken children because of their father. I stepped in and said that’s very uncalled for. She yelled and screamed at me for interfering. My husband sat there and said nothing. I asked him why he didn’t and he said if he said something, it would make her more mad.
- His mother was telling my sis in law that I was a liar when she asked me not to form a relationship with my child and father in law. And when I approached the matter with my husband, all he said is she needs therapy and it takes time for people to change and I need to be more empathetic to this whole situation, because that’s his mum.
- She tried to fight me over text, call me rude and disrespectful while I was having painful contractions. Never contacted me throughout the pregnancy. Wrote long hateful text messages. When I was 7cm dilated, my husband reads out a message from my MiL telling me how I should be breathing. My BP shot up and I was at risk of preclampsia. They were more concerned because this is how my mum lost her first child and almost died. When I asked him why he did that, he said he thought it was a positive message from his mum.
- She stopped talking to us because we set boundaries for everyone about who can visit our baby and she didn’t appreciate it. We didn’t hear from her for 2 months and my husband said he won’t respond until she adheres to our boundaries. I thought finally, a breakthrough and he is standing up. I then find out, he’s been sending her photos of our baby this whole time. When I asked him about it, he became defensive asked what’s the big deal. And I explained that what she has done has been very hurtful and quite unforgivable. He keeps saying that’s my mother, and you want me to ice her out which I’ve pretty much done. I’m like you’re sending baby photos of our son and she doesn’t even want to apologize and reconcile with me. And he said he’s using the baby photos as a way to entice to speak so he can try reconciling. I thought this was weird. And honestly, he never would have told me about it, if I didn’t ask. He then says that I have to be open minded because that’s what his therapist told him. I said I have been but I don’t appreciate us giving so many chances and your mum can’t even pick up the phone to reconcile but can talk crap about me to your sister. He then proceeds to give mother an expensive Mother’s Day gift- spent $110. It’s my first Mother’s Day this year, and he got me a mug and flowers- $50.
2024.05.14 01:30 LazerBeetleInMyShoe Type Me Based on My Answers to the Proust Questionnaire
I only answered like 2/3 of the questions btw.
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- What is your idea of perfect happiness?
- Being surrounded by the people/animals I care about. Bonus points if it's in a private outdoor area, cause I love being in nature.
- What is your greatest fear?
- Losing the people that I care about. A secondary one would be not being able to overcome the trauma my parents caused me and becoming like them.
- What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
- My temper or selfishness at times. But also, I have learned I have a tendency to be very hard on myself at times, so idk if the latter one is accurate or something I think I am because I suck at drawing boundaries with others and then feel selfish when I do.
- What is the trait you most deplore in others?
- Knowingly using or stepping on others for your personal gain, especially when there are other options available (ex. knowing your actions are going to hurt other people, animals, the environment, etc. and still choosing to move forward despite it). Also, disregarding other people’s emotions/boundaries.
- Which living person do you most admire?
- I don’t have an answer to this. I don’t really like to put people on a pedestal because humans are fallible and can burn you. Traits that I admire in others though are high empathy, chillness, good sense of humor, loyalty, consistency, open mindedness.
- What is your greatest extravagance?
- Not having a fixed budget when I travel (outside of hotel/airfare). Other than that I don’t consider myself to be an extravagant person - I save and spend money responsibly so when I do want to splurge, I have the ability to do so.
- What is your current state of mind?
- Self-growth - I'm working on trying to overcome the wounds my parents gave me during my childhood and figure out which of my traits are me vs coping mechanisms to the environment I grew up in.
- What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
- Using a list of Aristotle’s virtues (cause I needed a list to come up with ideas) - righteous indignation. Imo, stewing in anger most always only leads to more pain and I feel like righteous indignation is often used by a lot of people as justifications to hurt another person which just creates a cycle of hurt. I wouldn't say all righteous anger is bad though, but it is when it's used to punish/hurt others rather than try to change the situation for the better or come to a mutual understanding.
- On what occasion do you lie?
- When the details themselves don’t matter and will require more explaining than they're worth. Or any event that triggers fawning tendencies and I feel like my actual reasoning isn’t an acceptable enough one, so I end up stretching the truth to come up with something that'll seem more “valid” (ex. if someone invites me to do something I don’t want to do, I’ll just lie about having something else going on so I don’t hurt their feelings by telling them the truth).
- What is the quality you most like in a man/woman?
- Loyalty or protectiveness.
- Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
- ‘Interesting’ in response to things or ‘fuck’ when anything mildly inconvenient happens (I swear a lot when I’m alone, but I’m good at censoring myself when others are around).
- What or who is the greatest love of your life?
- At the moment, probably my dog since my ‘people’ issues don’t extend to her and I can see how much she implicitly trusts and loves me which I see as a reflection of the love/care I extend to her. Also, we’re lowkey codependent af and I’d fight anyone to protect her.
- When and where were you happiest?
- I’m not sure I can come up with a specific ‘when’ but most of my fondest memories are all with my closest friends/family members (my pup included) and us just doing random unplanned small stuff.
- Which talent would you most like to have?
- Learning new languages quickly and retaining them with ease. Otherwise painting or pottery would be cool too.
- If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
- My relationship with my emotions/self and how I react to things, but this is again tied to childhood trauma rather than cognition and I’m currently in the process of working on it.
- What do you consider your greatest achievement?
- Not sure, but probably how quickly I get promoted in most of my jobs. I don’t even consider myself to be that hard of a worker, but most every job I’ve ever had has promoted me quickly and/or told me they’re trying to train me to eventually be put into leadership positions.
- If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?
- If we’re talking real life, then probably a panda in one of those panda sanctuaries in China where they don’t have to worry about predators, finding their own food, or anything really. If we’re talking fantasy worlds, then a witch or fantasy protagonist would be cool (think TVD type of witch where you’re a normal person who has earth magic, not one where I have to sell my soul to the devil or anything like that).
- Where would you most like to live?
- I have a few different places I’d like to live - one would be in the temperate rainforests of the PNW/BC and another would be to retire along the coast of Maine in a lighthouse.
- What is your most treasured possession?
- I don’t consider her a possession, but my most treasured ‘thing’ right now is my dog. In terms of things that I own, idk. I have stuff that I like and feel sentimental towards, but I don’t really get attached to objects the way that I think ‘treasured’ is being used here.
- What is your favorite occupation?
- My favorite job I’ve ever worked was as a volunteer ‘cat cuddler’ at an animal shelter. My favorite job that I’ve never worked but I think would be fun would probably be as a park ranger.
- What do you most value in your friends?
- Idk if I can distill it down to one single thing, but generally they’re good listeners, very easy going, always down whatever whether that be adventure or chill hangouts, and have good senses of humor
2024.05.14 01:30 AstronautDue2395 My Experience
 | TW for gross looking eye pictures but this is the reality of the surgery submitted by AstronautDue2395 to Strabismus [link] [comments] Hi, so I have kind of a unique story but maybe it can help anyone like me who’s been scouring the internet for something relatable. Long read, but would’ve been comforting for me during my search. Feel free to skip to the ***** area for the surgery/recovery details. Fairly new here (26F), been observing posts and taking in stories for a few months now. I was born blind in my left eye due to optic nerve hypoplasia (my right eye is also nearsighted as a mf). My eyes have never tracked together well, it was visible at a few months old, and that’s how I got my initial diagnosis. It was somewhat correctable for the sake of school pictures and family pictures for the first portion of my life (closing eyes, changing position, looking away and back right before the snap, etc). Around middle school I had friends and strangers start to mention occasionally that they couldn’t tell what I was looking at or they’d ask me what was wrong with my eye. Since then I’ve been insanely self conscious and uncomfortable in my own skin, refusing to make eye contact, take pictures, FaceTime, zoom call, etc. I learned about strabismus surgery a few years back, and researched into it for a while, ultimately deciding that I wouldn’t pursue it because of the high possibility of the surgery failing, either immediately, or somewhat soon after. Some things have happened with my health and body over the last few years, and my esotropia had become more and more noticeable, and my eyelid was dropping heavily with it. When I was tired, it would barely appear open if I didn’t force it. I finally got fed up with hating my own face and I wanted to consult with a new doctor and see what my options were, if I had any. He never made me feel uncomfortable, or like there was something wrong with me. He did mention the possibility of failure, specifically because of the blindness and inability to focus that eye, but at this point I was willing to take the risk (how much worse could it get if I was already disappointed in my own appearance and hiding from life). ************ Surgery Details In my case, because my turn was so severe, he had to operate on 4 of the 6 muscles in my eye. Along with that came a decent amount of trauma to my eye (more than the average surgery would cause). He corrected mine on an adjustable suture, had me meet back at his office a few hours later, did an exam, and adjusted my stitches while sitting in a chair in his exam room. I spent from about 6am until about 6pm with him in one way or another before I made it home. The following days I was mostly just sore and swollen and so so tired. I kept my eyes closed for the first day and a half, because moving my right eye also moved my left eye and caused me a decent amount of pain. My operation was a Tuesday, Saturday was my absolute peak day of pain. I was prescribed a narcotic that I used for the first 3 days I believe, I also didn’t take my adhd meds those early days, because I wanted to be able to sleep and relax. I took one week off work (I work thurs-sun) and went back the next Thursday. I took things easy at work for that week, and started my normal duties again about two weeks after surgery. My work is pretty physical, so even after two weeks of chilling, that first night of my normal shift had me sore again the next day. Never underestimate how involved your eye muscles are in things that you wouldn’t normally think would affect them. I’m now 3.5 weeks post op, I just recently had my follow up with my surgeon, he snipped one of my sutures that had surfaced and was rubbing my eyelid inside and keeping it irritated and swollen. The next day my eyelid looked a lot better and my eye was a lot less itchy. I’ve been back on tobradex drops (iykyk) and it seems to be helping with my redness as well (it’s also causing a bit of pulsatile tinnitus, which is something I didn’t expect). When looking at a point on the wall about 15 feet in front of me, my eyes track perfectly, at this moment in time. When I look at things close to me, my eye still starts to turn, and I find myself getting tired eyes quicker from being on my phone than I had before. My eye is still dropping a bit low when I look towards my right, and it raises a bit when I look to my left. I also feel (and see) some resistance when looking upwards. He mentioned that depending on how things look at my 3 month appointment in July, I could need one more surgery to correct the muscle that’s causing those issues, or I could decide to let it ride. Normally people’s redness and swelling are pretty gone by 3.5 weeks out, but the amount of work that my eye needed has left me still pretty red now, and still somewhat swollen in my eyelid. My actual pupils seem to track straight almost all of the time, and I’m already finding myself wanting to make eye contact with people more, which alone gives me so much more confidence than I’ve ever experienced. I’ve had some friends and family just look at my eyes and say things like “wow your eye looks really good.” My only regret is not doing it sooner. I thought I had done the research and made the best call for myself, but I should’ve sought out a professional so much sooner. Even if it fails at some point down the line, I’m grateful for the relief I’ve gotten for this time period and I would probably seek it out again. My eyelid still droops a bit, even outside of the hit of swelling I have; ptosis am I right? 😅 I may seek out a plastic surgeon to have that corrected after a potential second surgery or deciding against one. I’ve also been looking into Botox injections to potentially correct it as well. For anyone interested in more of the surfacey surgery details; mine was performed at a hospital under general anesthesia and took about 2.5 hours to complete. My surgeon/ophthalmologist is located in SW Ohio, and I fully trust him with my vision and my appearance at this point. The surgery totaled just over $26,000 and insurance covered just under $24,000, leaving me to pay around $2,600 out of pocket. Anyone interested/located in that area, please feel free to ask for his info and I’ll send it right over. In my opinion, the surgery is worth the risk, because (to me) the worst thing that can happen (barring actual medical emergencies) is that you end up unhappy with your eyes positioning (which is probably why you’re getting the surgery anyway) I’m going to attach pics that will show: my eye turn beforehand (pretty severe esotropia and browns syndrome); the way I left the hospital with my adjustable sutures in; right after I left the adjustment; the healing process for a few days; what I believe is my current final eye positioning; and what it’s looking like today, a couple days after having one suture removed, a few days on steroid drops, with at least 4 barely visible sutures still waiting to dissolve. |
2024.05.14 01:29 tigerurl23 Sold car 1 month ago - buyer demanding full refund or cover repair?
I sold my Ford Ranger privately via Facebook Marketplace (in England) one month ago to an acquaintance for a reduced price due to me relocating. I’d had the car a year with no issues, and had just fully serviced it, MOT’d (no advisories bar tyre tread) and had the timing belt changed within the week before purchase.
He checked the car over, paid, didn’t want to test drive and drove it home.
Two days later, he texts saying it’s fabulous and is doing his job brilliantly (towing horses) and then 3.5 weeks after, I get a message to say the head gasket has blown and full engine needs replacing.
Legally where do I stand? He’s said as it’s within 30 days I either need to cover full cost of repairs, or refund full amount and take car back?
It’s also a moral dilemma, as I feel dreadful that this has happened but other than maintaining the car with regular services, etc etc - there’s not much more that I feel I can have done and it’s never shown any signs of problems since I’ve had it and I’m not in a financial position to do the above.
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He checked the car over, paid, didn’t want to test drive and drove it home.
Two days later, he texts saying it’s fabulous and is doing his job brilliantly (towing horses) and then 3.5 weeks after, I get a message to say the head gasket has blown and full engine needs replacing.
Legally where do I stand? He’s said as it’s within 30 days I either need to cover full cost of repairs, or refund full amount and take car back?
It’s also a moral dilemma, as I feel dreadful that this has happened but other than maintaining the car with regular services, etc etc - there’s not much more that I feel I can have done and it’s never shown any signs of problems since I’ve had it and I’m not in a financial position to do the above.
2024.05.14 01:28 PizzaBert Army P08 Marking and Serialization Patterns
 | The luger is an iconic pistol that can often demand serious cash. Be it for what it is, a matching example demands a heavy premium over one with one or two mismatched parts. To make purchasing even more stressful, a handful of serialized parts are not able to be identified without disassembly. I hope this post will show buyers where to look when evaluating a potential purchase. submitted by PizzaBert to milsurp [link] [comments] The patterns shared in this guide will generally hold - with minor exceptions - for all army P08s manufactured by DWM, Erfurt, Simson, and Mauser. This particular example is a 1917 produced Erfurt luger. The small crown over letter proofs are unique to Erfurt manufactured pistols. Simson and 1934 Mauser will also have each individual part stamped 1, 2. Left side of the pistol reveals serial numbers on the receiver (4 digits) and last two digits on takedown lever and side plate.
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2024.05.14 01:28 FrozenSentinel1 Circle of Fortune feedback compilation after 800+ Hours
Hey folks,
I got a lot of positive feedback on the CoF tools / guides I posted here recently and one of the most common asks was for me to compile a list of concerns and issues to help increase visibility of the various pain points CoF players have been experiencing in 1.0.
To avoid this coming across too negative I just want to start by saying I love the shit out of Last Epoch, and haven't had this much fun playing a game for as long as I can remember. I have literally dumped hundreds of hours into Cycle 1 alone, and specifically fell in love with Circle of Fortune as a system that makes solo players feel less penalized for not engaging in trade.
This is purely meant to be constructive feedback, and in no way are my opinions meant to be taken as anything more than just that. I'm just one player out of many many thousands hoping to encourage some open discussion!
I've put my thoughts into video format, as there was a lot to go over. The video has chapters to make it easier to digest;
https://youtu.be/kL4meUguZPI
Below are the topics covered:
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I got a lot of positive feedback on the CoF tools / guides I posted here recently and one of the most common asks was for me to compile a list of concerns and issues to help increase visibility of the various pain points CoF players have been experiencing in 1.0.
To avoid this coming across too negative I just want to start by saying I love the shit out of Last Epoch, and haven't had this much fun playing a game for as long as I can remember. I have literally dumped hundreds of hours into Cycle 1 alone, and specifically fell in love with Circle of Fortune as a system that makes solo players feel less penalized for not engaging in trade.
This is purely meant to be constructive feedback, and in no way are my opinions meant to be taken as anything more than just that. I'm just one player out of many many thousands hoping to encourage some open discussion!
I've put my thoughts into video format, as there was a lot to go over. The video has chapters to make it easier to digest;
https://youtu.be/kL4meUguZPI
Below are the topics covered:
- CIRCLE OF FORTUNE - MOST BRILLIANT ARPG SYSTEM EVER
- CIRCLE OF FORTUNE VS MERCHANT GUILD - BALANCED?
- #1 - BOSS DROPS
- BOSS DROP SUGGESTIONS
- #2 - EXILED MAGE DROPS / EXPERIMENTALS
- MAGE DROP SUGGESTIONS
- #3 - EXALTED ITEMS
- #4 - EXALTED ITEMS (DESIRABLE BASE TYPES)
- EXALT ITEM SUGGESTIONS
- #5 - RARE ITEM PROPHECIES
- #6 - "EARLY GAME" PROPHECIES
- #7 - LENSES - LIMITED VIABLE CHOICES
- LENS SUGGESTIONS
- #8 - FACTION VENDOR
- #9 - LP PROPHECIES
- #10 - SOME ITEMS HAVE MUCH WORSE PROPHECY REWARDS
- #11 - PROPHECY PRICE INCONSISTENCIES
- #12 - MORE EXPERIENCE = MORE FAVOR - TO WHAT END?
- #13 - COF DEPENDS HEAVILY ON CORRUPTION
- #14 - UI/UX - UNCLEAR PROPHECY EVENT REQUIREMENTS
- #15 - UI/UX - PROPHECY SEARCHABILITY
- #18 - UI/UX - PROPHECY ICON CLARITY
- #19 - WEAVER ITEMS FROM PROPHECIES
- PROPHECY ROLLING SUGGESTIONS
- #20 - UI/UX - ISSUES RUNNING & FULFILLING PROPHECIES
- PROPHECY FULFILLMENT SUGGESTIONS
- #21 - UI/UX - PROPHECY SCREEN CLUTTER / PAINFUL LOOTING
- PROPHECY CLUTTER SUGGESTIONS
- NON PROPHECY LOOT PERSONALIZATION SUGGESTIONS
2024.05.14 01:26 UnderShadow123 All Might Bashing Related Post No. 41968
So All Might Bashing exists, and it's certainly something.
... Okay let me just get straight to the point.
All Might Bashing likely isn't just because people needing an antagonist and using All Might. Of course that is still a big reason, but Endeavour also exists, so he tends to get the brunt of the "let's completely ignore any shred of heroism to make (insert main character here) follow the path I want them to" treatment, so it likely isn't the only thing.
My belief is that All Might Bashing exists because All Might is All Might.
He is the the Number 1 hero of Japan, the Symbol of Peace not just in Japan, but the entire world as well. He is the exemplary hero. But, he was unfortunate enough to be this in a story that focuses HEAVILY on how corrupt and borderline hostile the world is.
We are shown consistently how the world discriminates against certain quirks, how they cover up potential scandals, and how ignorant people are willing to be when they see someone suffering.
It doesn't help that almost every single main, popular villain we have seen is a clear example of this.
All Might, being Symbol of Peace, means that he would be expected to help these people, to save everyone.
But he doesn't. And the fandom, much like the MHA society, criticise him for it. They write stories about how shitty he is, make him out to be an absolutely horrible person, who should be a villain and not a hero.
Meanwhile, a character like Aizawa, someone who was also shown to be a victim of society, to have shown even the smallest care for his students, being an underground hero and nowhere near the top ten, gets praised to the high heavens because he is practically the opposite of All Might, and even dislikes him.
Hence, the common trope of fanfics propping up Aizawa as the best thing since sliced bread, while All Might is dragged down to the level of his nemesis, All For One, in terms of being a bad person.
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... Okay let me just get straight to the point.
All Might Bashing likely isn't just because people needing an antagonist and using All Might. Of course that is still a big reason, but Endeavour also exists, so he tends to get the brunt of the "let's completely ignore any shred of heroism to make (insert main character here) follow the path I want them to" treatment, so it likely isn't the only thing.
My belief is that All Might Bashing exists because All Might is All Might.
He is the the Number 1 hero of Japan, the Symbol of Peace not just in Japan, but the entire world as well. He is the exemplary hero. But, he was unfortunate enough to be this in a story that focuses HEAVILY on how corrupt and borderline hostile the world is.
We are shown consistently how the world discriminates against certain quirks, how they cover up potential scandals, and how ignorant people are willing to be when they see someone suffering.
It doesn't help that almost every single main, popular villain we have seen is a clear example of this.
All Might, being Symbol of Peace, means that he would be expected to help these people, to save everyone.
But he doesn't. And the fandom, much like the MHA society, criticise him for it. They write stories about how shitty he is, make him out to be an absolutely horrible person, who should be a villain and not a hero.
Meanwhile, a character like Aizawa, someone who was also shown to be a victim of society, to have shown even the smallest care for his students, being an underground hero and nowhere near the top ten, gets praised to the high heavens because he is practically the opposite of All Might, and even dislikes him.
Hence, the common trope of fanfics propping up Aizawa as the best thing since sliced bread, while All Might is dragged down to the level of his nemesis, All For One, in terms of being a bad person.