So i recently got a Nvidia Shield Pro (2019) to play some 4k remuxes.
I'm quite happy but i still have some problems i haven't been able to fix.

1. I wasn't able to use Plex. I just want to hook up a hard drive and watch videos through Plex. When i eject my hard drive it creates an "NVIDIA_SHIELD" folder but i can't movie any media to that folder. Do i need to format the hard drive or something? Since i couldn't get this to work switched to Kodi as it worked right out of the box.
   
2. I'm using a 55" LG C2 OLED. I feel like Shields menu looks like it's not in proper 4k. I've been digging through the settings but it def looks off. Like it's not properly sharp. It looks like its 1080p and not 4k. Not the content i watch, just the menu. Do i need to AI upscale the menu or something?
   
3. Ok so i got the 55" LG C2 OLED hooked up the Nvidia Shield Pro (2019) and running Kodi (default settings) When i turn on movies on the top right it always tells me if i'm in HDR or DV mode. And those line up with what the content should be so that's good. But i've read that some people say the Shield doesn't handle Dolby Vision correctly. Does it world out of the box? Am i missing anything that i'm not aware of? I have nothing to compare it to
   

Would be really cool if someone could answer some of my questions, looking forward!

Book One: Edge of Madness - Chapter One Previous Next
I could pretend to be a whore. That's what Masutap thought as she stood before the gate leading to the fortress of the Highlord of the Eastlocal. Pretense was a thing she indulged in back when she'd been an ordinary woman, with ordinary ambitions. But as of now, things had changed. Things had changed drastically, for she was now a champion of the Goddess of Order. A champion who would do anything in her power to mock the very being that fed her power.
Power, yes. It was what she felt. Every time her eyes turned upon the world, she saw Order. Like bees in a hive, working towards a similar objective. Survival. Yes, they all wanted to survive. And that's where the power lay, in her ability to deny a thing's chance at survival, for when her eyes flashed red, things died.
"Pardon me sir." A man dragging a cart of coal said. She was standing in his way, she knew this of course, she'd known it since the time he'd decided to deliver the coal. She saw the strings of prophesy in the smallest of things, and oh what power lied in discernment, to see the past and the future in absolute clarity, the secret lay in following strands of Order. The Highlord of the Eastlocal always received a cart of coal at around this time every fifth day. He would serve as her witness. Coal. She smiled, remembering how Orgeeg had managed to penetrate into the Palace of Binoria, on a stack of coal. She recalled how Orgeeg thwarted her plans, then she remembered how small her plans had been.
"Pardon me... Uh lady?" She removed her cowl as the Coal merchant spoke. Her hair was longer now, she'd let it grow, it dangled askew of her ears. Dark and rich as her mother's once was. Masutap smiled at the man whose face was caked in coal dust.
"Today Shama dies! Tonight the Highlord of the EastLocal is no more!" Masutap said.
Twin daggers she had strapped to her waist were suddenly in her hands. The coal merchant stumbled back several steps, dragging the cart with him. The sun was dipping into the horizon, becoming a smeared red smudge upon the canvas of her perception. Her eyes flashed red, and the smeared smudge's light brightened, blanketing everything, making her see.
She spun and threw the dagger in her left hand. The knife whirled in the air and met the throat of a guard who was just cresting the upper walkway of the gate, he wore red leather that marked him as one of the royal guards of the Highlord. A shout sounded. The guards at the gate turned their attention to her. They were six of them, each of them dazed with the slow reception of understanding. The bubble they lived in, understanding it enabled her to see how blind humanity is. Like sheep, no wonder the Vigons ruled them so easily.
She was in their midst before they drew their swords from their scabbards. She drove the dagger into the throat of the first one, danced in a pirouette, thrust free the dagger and hurled it into the throat of another guard. Her hands were free, she curled her fingers into fists.
The Goddess Meena, Goddess of Order, spoke to her. **What is the purpose of this?*
"Oh, you'll see." Masutap said and drove a fist into the chest of one guard, her hand caved through the chest cavity, snapping the spine in half and emerging free of the Guards back. She paused for effect, the three remaining guards gawked at her. She pried her arm free of the corpse and met their panicked gazes. "Sound the alarm, you're too few to make me sweat. I need all of you. Gods! Come on you fucking cowards!"
Two of the three guards charged her, one took a swing at her head with a flat blade, the sharp edge missed her by a hair's breadth as she ducked. She brought up her knee and connected with the man's groin, raising him off the ground, legs held apart, face contorted in pain. He collapsed on the ground with a squeal akin to that of a dying rabbit. The other guard put on a stance of Grind, legs parted, right foot before the left. Knees bent. He brandished his sword before him, and the guard behind him ran off to sound the alarm. Masutap smiled.
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He slept on a bed filled with whores. Talisi women with their dark skin and white hair, Remu women with their sandy peppered hair and copper skin, Binorian women with their blonde hair and pale milky skin. He was their God and they flocked to him in worship. He owned all of them, from the frailest to the most able bodied. From the smartest to the daftest. They were all his.
The Highlord of the Eastlocal observed the head of the Talisi woman resting on his thigh, her breathing was deep, her dark naked breasts rising and falling with every inhale and exhale. Five other women slept around him, each as beautiful as the last.
Of all the men in the realm, I alone am the honored one. Shama thought. He caressed his bulging belly with his pudgy fingers the size of sausages. His appearance did pass as grotesque. Bloated, balding with a cleanly shaven head, wide of girth and bow legged. Yet, no man has conquered the bodies of women as he had done. Women who lusted after tall handsome men. Women who sought capable men with astounding intelligence. They all gave in to him, none could deny him and when they did, well, there were ways to make them yield.
An orgy at noon. That was the gist of it, and another orgy before the midnight bell. Life was good, life was beautiful. Shama had thought that after the death of King Vayin Vigon in the hands of the infamous Kolotian, Ishar, that his wealth will dwindle, that his status will come down a step. That the might of Binoria will be a fickle thing after their first loss at war. But of course, this wasn't to be. The Queen, Dahli Vigon, had received the blessing of Meena, passed down from her father. As long as one with the Jojoh Meena, the blessing of Meena, still ruled, then things will stay as they've always been. Dahli had taken over, ensuring that Binoria didn't fall into anarchy, ensuring the Vigon name remained revered. The beautiful blonde haired girl was now the most potent soul upon the realm. How he longed to have her in his bed, parting those pale thighs sinuated with muscle. She'd become quite the fair lady. And her presence oozed power.
Shama wanted her but a thought kept his desires at bay. She'd frowned at him at the recent Highlords meeting with the throne. Apparently, his tastes and businesses didn't bode well with her. The selling of flesh, that is what he partook in with the zeal of a drowning man reaching for a floating oar. Importing women from all over the realm, some came willingly, others reluctantly. But in the end they all came. Their dignity thrown away for the promise of gold vigons. They filled the whore houses and men flocked to them in throngs, lining his pocket with gold vigons
It was his inventiveness that brought him to the top, the Highlord of the Eastlocal was once a position few envied. But his eye, trained in the art of commerce, enabled him to transform the east of Binoria. Creating a network that not only benefited him, but also the crown. And in so doing, despite her frowns and her reluctance to treat with him, she still couldn't voice her displeasure. Dahli needed him, she needed him for the coin necessary to maintain her position upon the crown. To line the pockets of her Legions. She needed him, and one day he will have her. No woman can deny him, and if they did, there were ways to make them give in.
Suddenly, the twin oak doors leading to his bed chambers flew open. The Captain of the Red Guard, in charge of his safety, Shang, walked in. "Highlord." He said with a bow, the women around him stirred. Outside, a bell started ringing, slowly at first then with extreme vigor. Something is wrong. Shang's obvious panic was clear to see. The opened door allowed him to see several Red guards crowded at the door.
"What is the meaning of this?" Shama asked, his beady eyes on Shang. An inhuman scream sounded somewhere within the fortress. Shama's blood chilled in his veins.
"There's an intruder." Shang said while ravaging through the clothes on the floor. He lifted a red jerkin, two sizes too large, the right size for the Highlord. He threw it at Shama and the Highlord hastened to put it on. He ignored the bewildered looks of the naked whores.
"Intruders or intruder?" Shama asked as Shang led him out of his bed chambers. Another scream sounded, closer. The guards at the door, seven of them, crested around him as Shang led the way.
"A woman, she's alone." Shang said.
Shama gripped Shang's arm, halting him. "What do you mean by this? A singular woman causing... causing... this?"
"She's..." Shang hesitated.
"Speak! You fool!"
"She seems to be inhumanly strong and fast. I only saw her fight through a blockade of my brothers, without a sword. She tore my brothers— the Red Guards, to pieces." Shang's eyes became glazed, as if his mind was replaying the mayhem he'd bore witness to. Shama let go of his arm. The trembling was taking him again, starting at the soles of his feet, up his spine around his neck to his hands. It had been so long since he felt this, the animalistic fear confounded on the existence of an unknown, an unknown that sought to see him dead.
"Captain, what is your course of action?" Shama asked.
Shang seemed to shake himself free of his trance. "We're going to take you to the stables, get you on the fastest steed and—" A scream echoed through the halls of the fortress of the Highlord of the Eastlocal. Checking everyone in place.
"What of provisions?"
"There's no time." Shang said. He drew a flat blade from the scabbard at his side. The Guards all around mimicked him, the rustling of steel could be heard, and there, at the Western end of the fortress, screams sounded.
Shang started a brisk walk towards the East end of the Fortress. His boots, soles lined with metal, clancked upon the ground. Shama shuffled close behind Shang, panting like a mare in heat. The Red Guards around him stole glances to their rear, sweat woven with fear formed a sleek mask upon their startled faces. And in those eyes Shama was able to weigh how dire matters were.
A shout sounded from ahead, bringing Shang to an abrupt stop. "How—" His words caught in his throat as a woman caked in blood and gore emerged from the bend linking the hallway they were in to another hallway that led to the stables.
She stood before them and spread out her bloody fingers at Shama. "Highlord, nice to meet you." She waved. "Say, I hear you can show a woman a good time and I'm in quite the mood for a good time tonight."
Shama trembled, the woman seemed vaguely familiar. The angles of her cheekbones , that nose, those eyes. She resembled Dahli.
"Moran and Jesul to me!" Shang commanded. Two of the guards behind Shama moved forward to flank Shang on either side. "Employ any forms, ensure I get close to her so I may employ the form of Awe."
Awe— the grappling technique that ensured the limbs were pinned. Shama saw Shang's ploy. He needed to contain the woman so Shama could move past them and head for the stables. Shama cursed himself for the design of his fortress that allowed for only one route to the stables.
Shang, Moran and Jesul raised their broad swords. One raising it above the head in a form of Rage, the other bringing the blade level with his face in the form of Pride. Shang lowered his blade and the guards flanking him charged, he followed close behind. The woman let out a cry that could only be translated as one of glee. She charged them.
Moran brought his sword down on the woman but she slid on her knees, allowing momentum to push her beyond the reach of his blade. Jesul thrust at her, raising his right leg and angling the sword downwards at her face. But the woman dodged, spun upon the ground on the small of her back and kicked Jesul's leg from under him. Jesul fell and as he raised his head he met with the woman's fist, there was a loud crunch as his face caved in. His hand let go of the sword as his body became limp.
Shang saw the opening and dived at the woman before she could stand. The woman spread her arms wide, welcoming. Shang pounced but instead landed on the woman's upraised knees, she grabbed his leather armor by the collar and flung him behind her and onto Moran. Both of them collapsed on the ground.
She stood up and smiled at Shama.
"Who are you?" Shama asked.
"I'm Masutap, the sister of Queen Dahli." The woman answered.
"Men! Turtle formation! Swords out, save the Highlord! Move you fools!" Shang said as he picked himself up from the ground behind Masutap.
The men around Shama compacted closer. Their swords pointing at Masutap who regarded them with a smirk upon her face. They inched forward, hesitantly at first, then with confidence as they saw their Captain pick up his sword. They all came to a stand still when the eyes of the woman glowed a fierce red, as if she held the Jojoh Meena. And Shama, the Highlord of the Eastlocal, trembled before her gaze.
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Intuition, the immediate cognition without the use of conscious rational processes. It was simple for her, she dodged the sword thrusts and swipes easily. She turned either way, always beyond reach of the blades, always within striking distance. Her strength was a thing of beauty, somehow her frail wrists held the power necessary to crush a throat and crush a throat she did. She didn't tire, she didn't require forms of combat. The power of the Goddess of Order coursed through her veins and with it came rejuvenation.
The Red Guards pounced on her, seeking to put in place the form of Awe. But their efforts were in vain, she side stepped them easily, always on her feet. She saw an opening and like a river emptying into the Rankf sea she took it, delivering a punch to the side of a Guard's chest, feeling as ribs broke and punctured the lung.
**What is the purpose of this?* The Goddess Meena spoke within her mind. An ever present being whose words sought to throw her off, to calm the tempest raging within her. Masutap didn't want calm, she wanted fire and brimstone, she wanted Binoria to burn so their precious Queen will rule nothing but ash. She decreed this with a war cry, plunging into the midst of the Red Guards. She kicked two, flinging them across the hallway. One thrust with his blade but she caught it between her arm and side, she twisted the blade free of his grasp, gripped the hilt and decapitated the man in one swift motion.
She parried a strike to her left, danced free of two thrust then brought the blade down onto a Guard's head. She felt as the blade bit bone and she wasted no time in pulling it free. **What is the purpose of this?* Meena asked once more.
Masutap took three steps back to widen her periphery. "An inferno." She said as she flexed her sword hand. Suddenly, the Guard who was definitely their Captain, reached into the mass of clustered Guards pressed to the wall, away from her. And pulled the Highlord free of the men surrounding him.
"Form a blockade!" He screamed as he tagged and pulled at the distraught Highlord, leading him towards the end of the hallway. The remaining Guards blocked her vision of them. Like a fool she'd been too enthralled by the battle, allowing the Highlord to slowly slip past her, cocooned in the safety of the Guards in their turtle formation. He was making clear his escape and somehow, this aroused her, blowing upon an ember lodged deep within her until it sparked.
**What is the purpose of this?* Like a parrot, the Goddess repeated her question.
"An inferno." Masutap answered and lunged.
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He was sweating profusely, his breath caught in his throat, causing him to choke on air. He followed Shang, feeling the Captain of the Red Guard's displeasure at his inability to keep up. They descended a flight of stairs, taking three at a time. He almost collapsed but the Captain steadied him.
"Not far now my Lord. Just at that bend before us." Shang said. They took the bend and ran clear of the fortress. The horses were just ahead, they rushed to them. Shama took delight in the open air. The stables were void of people, Shama wondered where the stable hands were. They entered the stable and Shang dragged him to the first cubicle on the right where a saddled horse stood.
Shama hastily climbed onto the saddle with the aid of the Captain. Shang placed his Highlord's feet in the stirrups and moved to flank the horse. "Lord." He said, fighting for solid ground that will enable his words to come forth easily. "It has been an honor to serve under you." Shama smiled but his smile proved too little a gesture to carry the weight or their current predicament. "Ride hard for the Capital, ensure the Queen knows of all that's gone down here. I will stay back and hold her for as long as I can." Shang concluded with a crisp salute. The Highlord nodded and with the guidance of his captain upon the horse's reins, they exited the stable "She is a good steed, see the mark of her coat? She can take you far." Shang said once free of the stables. A scream sounded from within the fortress, horrid in its guttural screech. "Go now my Lor—" Shang's words died in his mouth as an explosion erupted at the first floor of the fortress, stone parted, breaking as easily as a clay vase, the window panels and the glass set in place erupted outwards with the stone. Three figures tumbled free of the eruption, tangled in the air, twisting with the fall. They landed, the woman on her feet, knees bent and a fist pressed to the ground, the other two guards lay insensate upon the ground, their bodies a mangled mess. Shang slapped the horse's hide and Shama took of in a gallop.
The Highlord turned back, watched as the woman rose free of the debri and charged Shang. The captain employed a form of Grind but the Highlord's view was hindered by a sharp turn around the cobblestones towards the gate of his fortress. The blood and bodies upon the ground unsettled the horse, forcing its pace to be more hurried and Shama was all the more grateful for it.
She has the Jojoh Meena! Shama thought with awe as the horse broke free of the fortress in a quick gallop that had him bouncing upon the saddle. His thighs felt the brunt force of his escape but he could do nothing but hold on for dear life. This is what I'm reduced to, at the end of the line dependency thrives, in old age your children are those you depend on. I never thought I'd come to rely on anyone throughout my life. Yet here I am, depending on a horse to save my skin. He turned his head back and heaved a sigh of relief. The fortress was dwindling within his periphery, he had made quick his escape. Shama will live to see another day. And when the sun rises and sets, I will bring judgment upon the woman whose very existence rivals my own. Masutap. I will hunt her, she will know no safety within the realm, she will never know peace or a good night's slee— Something unnerved him. There, at the entrance to the fortress, a figure appeared. Following the path charted by his horse. She hopes to outrun my horse? He tilted his head back and laughed. There is faith and delusion and she seems to be enamored by both. To think her capable of outrunning a horse. What a fool what a— His thoughts halted when he turned back, his mouth dropped, his jaw hanging loose. Masutap was catching up, he did not know how but she was gaining on him. She'd been a speck in the distance, barely visible against the backdrop of the fortress. But now her features were getting more defined and her limbs, they were a blur as she pushed forward with inhuman speed.
Panic drove Shama into action, he kicked his heels at the horse's flanks. Willing it to go faster. "Run you fool! Run!" He was frothing at the mouth as the horse went downhill, cutting his view of the one in pursuit. He gripped harder at the reins and screamed, slapping the horse's neck. He looked back to see Masutap emerge upon the hill and start a quick descent after him. He thought about guiding the horse into the wilderness and thought against it seeing that a gallop won't be possible with trees in the way. His only hope was in outpacing her for surely, even one with the Jojoh Meena must tire. He hoped Masutap would relent, he hoped her bloodlust would have proved sated by the guards who'd met their end by her. He hoped that he would live to see the sun climb into the sky one more time. Darkness was setting in and suddenly thoughts of the sun and it's warmth sprouted a yearning within him that made him weep. He turned his head back, she was a hundred paces away. The horse was tiring, it's gallop lazed in vigor. This is the end then, all those afternoons spent indoors hosting orgies. I should have spent them beneath the sun, I should have spent them in the sun He looked back once more, his horse barely keeping pace. The horse threw a shoe and Shama was flung off it. He tumbled onto the ground, his weight rested upon his twisted knee, the sharp pop of the joint led him into an anguished wail. The horse screamed, its fore limbs oddly twisted. The horse thrashed upon the ground and Shama rolled away. He felt weak, he felt defeated and most of all, he felt hopeless.
He lay there, watching the sky, the moon was up, barely half of it adorned the night. He wished it had been full, all those nights when he'd regarded the sky as one would a thing of no consequence. Now he found himself wishing he'd appreciated it more. In the end regrets rule the mind, for in its dying wails no sound of gratitude can be heard.
She came and stood above him, her face blocking the view of the sky. She breathed loudly and for a moment the only sounds around them were from the injured horse and her.
"Dahli will come for you." He opined despite the throbbing pain within his twisted leg.
"Shama, darling," Masutap said as she lowered herself to lie beside him. She chuckled. "Darling, that word. The Goddess Meena loves that word. She uses it a lot. I find it distasteful yet here I am. Calling you darling."
"I have not time for pleasantries." Shama interjected. "Cut my throat and be done with it."
Masutap sighed. "That's not a creative way to kill someone you know. No, how many women have suffered pain beneath you? I have to give answer to that and that means a show. I will drag you to your fortress, there I will strip you naked and castrate you. I will feed you your cock as the women whom you took advantage of watch. Then we'll douse you in Rankf Oil and set you alight."
Shama started weeping. And a new voice joined the fray, he wept, she heaved and the horse screamed.
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12 February 2024, Monday. I wake up late, around 10 AM in the morning. My elder brother, who was sitting on the corner of my bed tells me that I had scored 97.2%ile. I thought he was joking with me, however I soon realized that it was a joke for all students. I checked my result and to my shock, he was right. I had scored 97.2%ile at 195 !! Soon I started looking for marks v/s percentile and found that 27S1 had 99%ile at ~240 !!. I realized how fucked up was that shift.
04 June 2024, Tuesday. A similar disaster struck fellow NEETards but this time the magnitude of tragedy was too high. Soon Twitter was trending, news outlet, etc. started to pick up the news. Amid these controversies NTA released it's response on 06 June 2024. But this might not be the end of the conversation.

Year	Average Marks out of 720 of qualified candidates	Minimum score to qualify in UR Category
2020	297.18	147
2021	286.13	138
2022	259.00	117
2023	279.41	137
2024	323.55	164

This was the data provided by NTA. From 2020 to 2022, there is a decrease in the avg. marks. This may due to the fact that students from 2022 batch had to attend classes online due to COVID-19 and hence the decrease. Same pattern is seen in minimum scores. A similar correlation might be seen in 2023 and 2024 where scores have been increased due to offline classes being conducted again. Also there are were many resources available for free for everyone online.

1. NTA reported,

The loss of examination time was ascertained and such candidates were compensated with marks based on their answering efficiency and time lost, as per the mechanism/ formula established by the Hon’ble Apex Court, vide its judgment dated 13.06.2018 in W.P. 551 of 2018.

After searching the judgement for several minutes, I was able to found it here (or here). The method is on the page 12 or para. 8 of the judgement. Basically they are using "unitary method" to calculate revised scores. What they are doing is as follows:

1. Time available to student (v) 1. No. of questions attempted (w). 2. Find no of questions done per second (x=w/v). 3. Find amound of time in seconds which were lost by that candidate (y). 4. No. of extra que to compensate for time lost = (x*y) 5. No. of correctly answered questions (a). 6. No. of wrongly answered questions (b). 7. No. of correctly answered questions after normalisation = a'= (x*y) * (a/w). 8. No. of correctly answered questions after normalisation = b' = (x*y) * (b/w). 9. Score = (4*a')-(1*b') /* +4/-1 Marking Scheme */ 

(The table is just for illustration. It also seem to have +1/-0.25 marking scheme.)
Now there are several problems here.
2.1. How are they rounding up when any of the above variables is non integer?
If they are rounding up the final no. of correctly/wrongly attempted questions to their nearest integers and then calculating the score, then how on earth can anyone score 718 or 719? NTA is clearly lying on our face here if this is the case.
2.2. Does NTA drops the extra que when no. of questions attempted after normalisation exceeds 180?
e.g. A was given only given 2.5 hours instead of 3 hours for his NEET exam. Now he attempted 155 que within given time. NTA normalises his results by applying the formula above. Then no of que attempted by him becomes 186. But he can only attempt 180 que in the actual exam.
Also are those student also compensated if they had done 180 que? Seems like nitpicking but still.
2.3. A candidate can overscore by the above formula when they try to be highly efficient.
Besides that NTA didn't tell how much marks each student got after normalisation. Moreover many students on this sub, reported that their marks were less than what they had calculated. Others told that it may be due to normalisation. But your marks are not normalised. Only the one who lost time are compensated not you.

1. The number of candidates who appeared in 2023 was 20,38,596, while the number of candidates who appeared in 2024 increased to 23,33,297. The increase in candidates naturally led to an increase in high scorers due to a larger pool of candidates.

But still the pool of students is not large enough to justify 67 toppers when we have only seen < 4 toppers in the previous years. An increase of 60+ toppers in one year is either due to malpractices or overly-simple paper. Moreover 6 toppers from the same centre sure raises some eyebrows. NTA should thoroughly investigate this matter. Also their answer sheets should be released in public domain to check their marks by ourselves. Here someone alleged that one of the topper did have some mistakes in her answer sheet but still managed to score 720. Is this due to compensation of marks ?

1. Never have I ever seen NTA release the results prior to the mentioned date. It has delayed the results by a day or two but never have released result early. Besides, why do they released the results on the day when election results were being declared ? To distract the news media?
   
2. Let me tell you a joke — NTA's investigation against UFMs. They did not do anything against Basava Reddy, they are not going to do anything this time either.
   

It's a high time we unite as students and file RTIs to find our answers ,like how the compensation marks given to each student, along with the formula.

JEE Mains/NEET 2025 and Beyond

NTA did nothing when victims of 27 and 29 complained. They released a their statement and moved on. So did the students. I know because I was a victim. It's very likely this time again. They have released their statement. They are not doing anything and they will not do anything.
But after seeing the rank inflation WE CANNOT DENY that the competition and no. of student is actually increasing day by day. That might be what has happened this year. What we are seeing today, might be a glimpse of tomorrow. We all know how much of a blood bath next year is gonna be. With COVID gone and quality of online materials increase day by day, more students will have access to quality material, hence the quality of competition will surely increase. The more early you get out this battleground, the better your chances of survival will be. That's all I had to say.
Best of luck to all NEETards for your struggle.
Best of luck to all JEEtards for Sunday.

Basically the title. I'm now moving into my second year at uni, and maybe have 2 proper friends (one of them is my beautiful lovely sweet girlfriend!). But despite me studying a niche degree (translation and interpreting with French and Japanese), I have barely met anyone on the course who I can connect to in terms of academics, and whilst I joined some societies, their activities were all too "rigid" and I got so intimidated by that that I didn't go.
What do I have to do make more friends, or "find my people?"? Do I need to adopt specific interests/habits in order for people to like me? What sort of activities should I be doing? Any help would be appreciated :,)

After a couple of hours of non-stop work, R’aart still puzzled as it cut out yet another section of bulkhead from around the galley. It was supposed to be a technician, repairing and maintaining, not a deconstruction element. It looked over at its fellow Dravitian, Lindr, who was loading cut sections of structural members onto a servoloader, and raised its voice over the sounds of the cutter, “Why are even doing this? Those Terrans have already used all our spare bar stock. This just feels wrong.”
Lindr turns its triangular head to face where R’aart was silhouetted against the sparks and glowing metal from the cutter’s action on the bulkhead. “They need more reinforcing for the cargo bay project. I do not understand how they plan to terraform the vacuum, though.” It paused, “Do you think that those geriatric Terrans have suffered neural damage from the extended time in cold-sleep?”
R’aart finished the last line of the cut and a section of plating with edges glowing orange clanged ti the deck. As it sent the cutter into its cool-down safety setting, it offered, “I suspect that could be the case. The noises that pass for their entertainment…” It shuddered slightly. “However, Engineer Allyson holds them in high esteem. She spoke of them as if they were super-beings.”
Lindr nodded slowly, “Yes. But if they flaunt safety limits at a degree proportionally higher than Engineer Allyson does, relative to how she speaks of them, I fear for our safety.”
R’aart turned on its lower four extremities, fully facing its fellow technician. “As opposed to the Jaxorians that are bound to catch us?”
-=-=-=-=-=-
“The two Jaxorian vessels are will be within weapons range within the hour.” The Dravitian Captain’s words came over the music that still came from the Terran’s console on the bridge.
William sighed. “Crap. Okay, sooner than I wanted, but we can work with that.” He thumbed the control on his console and the sounds of The The’s Infecteddied away as he leaned in toward the microphone on the side of the touchscreen. “Hey guys. We have an hour before they blast us. How close to ready are we?”
AJ’s voice came over the console speaker, “Capacitors are all charged, and we’ve reinforced all the wiring to take the extra amps. These reactors are showing some strain, though, so keep that in mind.”
Tony’s voice sounded sort of hollow with the echos, “These engines will flare, probably for three minutes give or take. Because of the way I had to disable these dampers, once the flare starts there’s no way of stopping it, so make sure we’re aimed at empty space, okay?”
Allyson’s voice came next, “Pete says that he’s almost done with welding the braces. Everything’s wired, and there’s a relay switch set back in engineering.” Her voice paused, then asked, “And, once we get this set, what is it going to do?”
William chuckled, “Allyson, thank Pete and have him explain about Puff, okay? AJ, Tony, great job guys. Harden up anything you can, then see if there’s anything you can rig up that might stop invaders if things go south, okay?”
As the crew’s voices chimed in with their agreement, William cued up Yaz’s Situation and went back to his coding.
The Dravitian navigator looked over at the Terran, “Sir? May I be filled in on your plan?”
William’s fingers continued to work on the virtual keys as he started to speak, “Sorry, I’ve just been focused here. I should have said something before. We’re going to pretend to lose power in one of the fusion reactors, and let the crab-guys catch up. Then, when we get close, we’ll attack the ship that’s going to want to board, and then we’ll peel out, doing some damage to the other ship.” He looks up from the keys and over to the insectoid, “I’ll just need you to maneuver us so that the ass-end of this ship is pointed toward the enemy and the nose is headed toward about 10 million miles of clear space.”
The navigator’s upper set of extremities moved in small circles, a Dravitian gesture indicative of anxiety. “But if they board, we will all end up as feeding matter.”
William grinned a lopsided grin and shook his head, “Oh, I guarantee you that if they actually get on-board, they will heartily regret it, and we won’t go out on a platter.”
-=-=-=-=-=-
“Primary Command Crew to stations!” The sound vibrations rippled through the hydodynamic fluid.
The Jaxorian scuttled sideways out of his bunk and reached up with pincers that had small gems crusting the carapace ridges, and opened the interior hatch, feeling the slightly warmer water swirl into the bunkroom. He swam out and into the corridor, and scuttled toward the Command Center.
As he entered the large cave of the command room, he scuttled around the large black carapace of the Commissar as he moved to the weapons station. Keeping his legs in as close as he could to make himself as small as possible, he settled in and looked at the readouts.
The Coalition vessel they were chasing was rapidly coming into range. The power readings had lowered from earlier in the chase. The Jaxiorian offered, “High One, the prize will be in range for the main cannon in approximately [2 minutes]. Shall I begin charging the coils?”
The Commissar swiveled its eyestalks and took in the enhanced image on the gel projector screen. “It is a cargo vessel, yes?” she asked. Her legs churned under her and she turned her carapace to a more comfortable position on the grippy surface of the commander’s mound.
“Yes, Commissar,” answered the bright green Jaxorian at the intelligence console. “It appears laden with goods, including not only colony gear and edible beings shipped as cargo. They will be easy prey.”
The Commissar flexed her ebony bulk, “We will not fire. We could damage the prize. Ready a boarding party. Plot an intercept solution. Communicate with the escort and have them stand ready, but not to fire until I command it.” She paused, “And communicate with the prize. Alert them that they are to stand down and prepare themselves to submit.”
Activity started around the bridge as these orders were put into motion. On the screen of the weapons station, the tiny shape of the CCV K’gara B’rak slid within the orange delimiter of the targeter’s range.
-=-=-=-=-=-
“Heads up! They’ve taken the bait, and should close to boarding distance in about three minutes. Crew, get to your emergency stations, Tony be ready for my signal, and AJ, spin that reactor back up at the same time. Pete, you and Allyson make sure that the terraformers are set, because they’re going off first.” William’s voice came through all the speakers and communicators throughout the ship. “And if anyone’s been waiting on a last minute question, this is the time.”
William removed his finger from the communication control and waited in the silence. There weren’t any questions, though he didn’t expect any from the guys. And the Dravitians were good at following protocol, so they wouldn’t be panicking, at least outwardly. He waited another few seconds, then cued up the next bit of media, a slow build of steady guitar and base leading into a sudden beat that started the steady, almost ominous, beat of Don Felder’s ”Heavy Metal (Takin' a Ride)”.
The Captain looked over from the navigation console, the chitinous plates of its face pale green at the edges, “The vessel closes toward our side with the main docking area. This is in accordance with your plan, yes?”
William nodded slowly, still watching the readouts and monitors that were displayed on his touchscreen. “Yeah, though I still hate these moments before we find out if everything works out. Oh, I know my guys did everything they could, but you never know what the other guy will do.”
The Captain cocked its head, “So we gave up running so that we could let the Jaxorians catch us, inviting capture rather than running until the very end?”
William chuckled, “Oh, they’d be able to run us down, but the only way to win that game is not to play. So what we needed to do is play with home field advantage and our tricks up our sleeves. It’s a classic FAFO situation.”
The Captain held its gaze steady, “I have no translation for ‘FAFO’, sir.”
William grinned, “Let’s just say that it’s one where someone gets the consequences they deserve for the actions they take.”
The Captain paused and looked back to the navigation console. “About two of your minutes, sir.” He poked at the touchscreen. “Did you realize that you have that noise playing on all of the broadcast communications channels as well?”
-=-=-=-=-=-
The Jaxorian communications manager continued to be perplexed. “Commissar, even once I have filtered the background noise and consulted the translator circuits, I do not understand this message. Perhaps it is in code? Perhaps the background noise is significant to interpreting the meaning?”
The Commissar shifted her bulky carapace, “Overlay the translation with the background noise and put it on speaker.”
”My, oh my, how this lady can fly, once she starts rollin’ beneath you. You know you just can’t lose, the way that she moves, you wait for her to finally release you. It’s not a big surprise to feel your temperature rise; you’ve got a touch of redline fever. ‘Cause there is just one cure that they know for sure; you just become a heavy metal believer.”
The Commissar scoffed. “Nonsense words. Continue the docking approach.”
-=-=-=-=-=-
The song had ended by the time the Jaxorian cruiser had matched speed and heading with the larger form of the old Terran combat freighter and was closing the distance between them, [meter] by [meter]. The cruiser extended a docking corridor to cover the [10 meter] distance that the ships would maintain once locked in place.
The smaller Jaxorian escort ship trailed behind slightly, as the Terran craft seemed to have something wrong with it’s engines and was making a sort of lazy curve that the cruiser was on the inside of to get to the Terran ship’s docking hatch.
Automated docking lights illuminated the main boarding hatch on the Terran craft, as if in invitation, and the corridor adjusted. Just as the seals touched, however, a Terran voice came across the open communication channels, yelling “WOLVERINES!”
The side of the combat freighter glowed orange, then yellow, then white, then boiled away into the pinkish-purple of plasma. As the engines continued their work, the metal burned away and joined the cloud, then arcs of lightning and superheated matter ripped and tore at the skin of the cruiser, boiling it away and adding its mass to the cloud.
The Terran’s voice came over the channels again, calling out, “Turbo boost, KITT! Everybody hang on!” Then came a steady drumbeat.
The ion engines at the aft of the Terran craft glowed blue, and grew brighter and brighter.
Across the channels a piano’s glissando running from high to low preceded its melody, adding to the drums which added a short run to the steady beat that they went back to.
As the flare behind it gave a powerful burst, like that of a nova, the hulking cargo ship lurched forward. The front quarter of the escort ship behind it shattered and peeled, as the freighter pushed ahead. As the freighter accelerated, the following blue-white flare from the four engines tore at the cruiser as it passed.
Again across the all the communication bands driving bass and guitar joined a female Terran who sang out, “Lying in your bed on a Saturday night; you're sweatin' buckets and it's not even hot. But your brain has got the message, and it's sending it out, to every nerve and every muscle you've got.”
The force of the flare cut straight to the central core of the cruiser, seeming to ‘unzip’ the ship, folding the two halves back from the longitudinal wound that the terraforming engines had formed. While the metal skin, structure, bulkheads, and decks peeled back, sections fractured and came away in shards, releasing the hydrodynamic liquid flowed out and boiled.
Explosions wracked the surviving portions of both Jaxorian vessels while the cargo freighter continued to accelerate, leaving the destruction farther and farther behind it.
-=-=-=-=-=-
Inside the CCV K’gara B’rak, crewmembers fought against the constant shuddering acceleration to move to where makeshift power cords had overheated and caused fires, or where the sudden thrust from the initial engine flares had caused bulkhead ruptures; where some slight flaw in the materials had given way as the ship had been taken far beyond the tolerances it had been built for.
While the Dravitian crew were frantically working in the corridors, the Terrans in the engineering bay were trying to take care of their pieces, but with grins.
Tony had a cut on his forehead from an unsecured tool from the workbench that had come straight back to the engine gantry where he’d braced himself. The force of the thrust had essentially changed ‘down’ by ninety degrees, putting him at the ‘bottom’ of the huge room. As he clambered from engine to engine, making manual adjustments, he had to keep wiping at it to keep the blood out of his eyes, and he was singing along with the music on the speakers.
”You've got so many dreams, that you don't know where to put 'em, so you'd better turn a few of 'em loose. Your body's got a feeling that it's starting to rust; you'd better rev it up and put it to use.”
AJ had tied himself to a rail by the control panels for the reactors, and was hanging near an open access panel with a heavy pair of gloves, holding something in place. His face was sporadically lit by electrical arcing from within the guts of the output transformers.
”And I don't know how I ever thought that I could make it all alone. When you only make it better, then it better be tonight. I'll be there for you tonight.”
Pete was climbing his way to one of the structural beams holding an engine in place. A crack had started halfway along it and wearing one of the cuttewelder backpack units that he never knew he needed so badly before, he was pulling himself along it to try to tack it back together.
”And if you don't have anywhere to go, you go down on the pedal and you're ready to roll. And your speed. Is all you'll ever need. All you'll ever need to know.”
Tony and Pete paused and belted out with the singer on the speakers, “Darlin’, darlin’! You and me we're goin' nowhere slowly. And we've gotta get away from the past. There's nothin' wrong with goin' nowhere, baby, but we should be goin' nowhere fast! It’s so much better goin’ nowhere fast.”
Allyson marveled as she worked on the main engineering controls, trying to direct the damage control teams that R’aart and Lindr led to the worst problems, and manage routing power through undamaged circuits to where it needed to go. She had to admit that the music fit the juddering speed in a way, but it was almost like these older men had simply come alive during this crisis, almost sustained by the continual playlist. It was probably the just the cold-sleep drugs wearing off, she told herself, but still…
-=-=-=-=-=-
On the bridge, William was using his console to try and help out the Captain, whose console with the Efficiency Interface was nearly useless in this situation. In the military code, there remained the ability to adjust how much power went to which engine within a few percentages of the synchronized setting. William had four different windows with their own sliders and readouts, one for each engine, and as Tony made a mechanical adjustment or some engine gave more or less thrust than the others, he tried to control it. The shuddering of the entire ship didn’t make this an easy job.
The music still came from his console as he worked, the singer’s voice continuing, ”Stalkin' in the shadows by the light of the moon; it's like a prison and the night is a cell. Goin' anywhere has gotta be heaven tonight, 'cause stayin' here has gotta be hell.”
William knew that all it would take was for one engine to get too far out of sync and they could rip the ship apart. The Space Venture crew all knew about that. They’d learned it the hard way. The first set of Troubleshooters bound for Mars, the ones to back up the team of Explorers who had been there for two months, and help them put together the parts for the permanent outpost that had landed a week before the ten Troubleshooters left LEO on the Space Venture.
”Dyin' in the city like a fire on the water. Let's go runnin' on the back of the wind. There's gotta' be some action on the face of the earth, and I've gotta see your face once again.”
The engines had flared that trip, and the smart controls didn’t have the capacity to stabilize them. One of the three engines had ripped off, tearing part of the cargo area open, and sending four of the first-generation cold-sleep capsules adrift. The other six capsules, along with the most of the tools, stayed in the hold while the two remaining engines flared them off into The Dark.
None of Earth’s space agencies of 2026 had ships capable of catching up to them, let alone rescuing them, so they had been written off as heroic figures and relegated to the list that included Soyuz 1, Apollo 1, Challenger, and Columbia. Besides, those people in their fifties chosen for the one-way trip for being the practical engineers with that creative mindset knew that they were expendable. They were never meant to come back to Earth anyway.
”And I don' know where I ever got the bright idea that I was cool; so alone and independent. But I'm depending on you now.”
That trip that should have taken two weeks had turned into almost two hundred years. They were rescued by an asteroid mining facility, but with the limited medical facilities there, only five of the rescued Troubleshooters woke back up. Robert Federman never came out of cold-sleep, his brain functions at such a low level that only medical support was able to keep the body alive.
Without ready transport, they stayed on that mining facility for more than a standard year, chipping in to pay for their keep, even as it stretched the supplies of the small facility’s crew. While the survivors weren’t up on all the technological changes of the past centuries, they learned fast, and before too long, had made improvements to the facility, making life easier and more comfortable there, solidifying their reputation as Troubleshooters.
After that, there were more long, slow trips on cargo ships, again and again in cold-sleep. William wondered if the others felt that sense of dread getting back into the capsules each time. Mark Haynes sure did. He broke down and huddled into a little rocking ball, and refused to leave that space station a couple of trips back. The little furry medics had helped him away, and some Skynet was going to try and help coax him back to reality. Supposedly there would be updates.
But for the last four of the Troubleshooters, they couldn’t stop. Finally they were going to get their chance. This last voyage was supposed to take them to help set up a new colony; not a human colony, but every colony was going to have problems to solve, and that’s why they had all volunteered so long ago. There would be something solid, with real gravity to live on.
A real alien world. But they needed to survive to get there. The ship just needed to hold together. Allyson had said it was overbuilt, but still…
”And you'll always be the only thing that I just can't be without. And I'm out for you tonight. I'm comin' out for you tonight.”
“Sir! I read our acceleration slowing!” The Captain chittered. The carapace plates of the insectoid were all very pale green, and all of its extremities seemed to be trembling.
William nodded slowly and adjusted one of the sliders before he keyed the mic and leaned down toward the pickup. “Looks like the nitrous is about done, guys. Hang on for just a little longer.”
-=-=-=-=-=-
After confirming that they were no longer being chased, the CCV K’gara B’rak slowed as the engines cut out so that they could be returned to normal operating specs. Communications had been established to a nearby Coalition vessel that was on its way to provide aid. Allyson, R'aart, and Lindr were in their exosuits, working to rebuild the structure where the plasma had eaten through the ship's outer skin.
William and Pete were playing gofer and being a second set of hands for Tony and AJ as they worked to try and get the reactors and engines safe enough to make it to a real repair facility.
The Captain walked into the Engineering Bay and it paused as its head swiveled back and forth at the disarray. “How? How did this area get to such a state?”
William chuckled and looked over from where he passed AJ new relays to replace the stressed ones in a fusion reactor. “Captain? I assume that you’ve heard the rumors about the way we humans deal with engineering problems, yes?”
The Captain walked over, his four lower extremities carefully picking a clear path through the parts, tools, and coils of wire. “Well, yes, but… Those are just stories. No-one would really take those risks…”
William chuckled, “Yeah, well, now you know first hand that they aren’t just stories…”
From inside the access panel of the nearby reactor, AJ’s voice echoed, “Word. We can really make a mess when we get going…”
The Captain nodded slowly, “I can certainly attest to that. But I do want to pass on my thanks, on behalf of my crew. I must say that I have never seen such work, and I never really expected to escape from the Jaxorians.”
William nodded. “Sure. Glad we could help. We’re Troubleshooters, after all.”

how much u gave time in studying each day, and can u tell from which year u start preparing
is da paper have harder version of math compared to cse?
what u suggst preparing for cse enginnerring mathematics syllabus or da math syllabus need to be study separately
what percentage of mathematics is there in da
like in your da paper what percentage was math
do we need to learn data structures with python separately>
what things to start from if u are starting your preparation from 2 nd year
how much portion does engineering mathematics and descrete mathematics contain in gate da ,
what are some free resources you ll recommend ,
what scedule to follow every day , is studying in night better???
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I know most women experience CSA but it also seems like those who do just seem to deal with it a lot better than I have. They feel anger towards the perpetrator, whereas I feel anger at myself. They were glad when they got away, whereas I feel incredible guilt for not having kept my mouth shut and sustained it for longer. They know what happened to them wasn't okay, whereas I'm convinced what was done to me was some exception to the rule of CSA being wrong.
The result of this, besides my self-esteem being in the toilet, is that I ruminate over it constantly. Not a day has gone by in the past 20 years that I haven't spent at least a few hours ruminating, going over the incident in my head, Googling it. I've read all of Reddit and enough papers to write a dissertation. And yet, I never find answers. I never find closure. I desperately want to move on and close this chapter in my life but I cannot.
My questions: 1) is this at all a normal response to CSA? Not a single person I know seems to react in this way and it just adds to the confusion 2) what is the treatment for this? How long does it take to work? Is it a cure or something I have to keep managing?
Thanks.

Hi im 20m and these past few days we been getting some work done to our house i work an night shift (for extra pay to save up for an car and plus im an night owl). On Monday there where 2 workers coming to do some work one coming at 1pm and 2nd coming at 3pm i woke up at 12.30pm waiting for the 1st guy but he balied (and said hes coming at half 9 on Tuesday witch my brother was home for) witch was pretty annoyed cuz i could have gotten an hour of sleep but i made food and took an long shower i came out the shower at 2.55pm given me 5 minutes to get changed i looked at my phone the workers came at 2.30pm witch they didn't tell me and my mum blowing up my phone whilst in the shower i called my mum and she went ape shit on me eventually they came and did some maintenance. Nothing happened on Tuesday.
On Wednesday an guy was coming early in the morning witch im gunna be asleep so i cant open the door but my brother said he gunna be home soo he answered he lied woke up at 2pm with 12 miss call from my mum saying why i didn't open the door calls her gose complete madness saying shit like i let her down and i have no respect and i need to fix up but then i told her my brother lied and said he gunna be home then cuts off the phone then texted me at 11pm an worker coming at 9am soo after my shift ended (btw it ended at 3am) i went straight home put an alarm on at 8.55am went straight to bed.
On Thursday (yesterday) i got up was tired af i got about 6 hour off sleep got changed and i waited for this guy 9am didn't come 10am didn't come 11am didn't come called my mum she said he coming at half 12 pissed off that i could have gotten some sleep but i was tired half 12 didn't come 1pm i became very pissed saying that where is he im tried mum says he coming at 2 i was like fine made lunch 2 comes around didn't come 3 comes around didn't come 4 comes around didn't come i was soo pissed off and my tiredness catches up 5pm comes around my brother comes home and passed the responsibility to him and went on an walk to calm myself down then at 7pm came home with sum coffee got ready for work went to work came home looking half dead got ready for bed it was 5am at that point.
On Friday (today) my brother woke me at 11am saying he need to go somewhere and an workers was coming this broke the camel back and i was soo pissed and tired i wasn't thinking straight there was an box on top off my mum glass table and i went full ape shit on that i didn't care whats in it but when i slamed my fist down i missed the box and hit the glass table 1/4 off the glass panel was cracked cuz off that my brother took an photo and told my mum an out of context story saying i woke up angry and smashed the table i told my mum my side off the story and she said what that gotta do with my table and that i dont respect her and her belongings and there no excuse for what i did.
Thanks for listening sorry if this is too long or you cant understand it i just want your advice.

I'm teaching an upper division CS class this term, and I assigned a light (1-2p) essay on a topic they'd just received a 2 hour lecture and readings on. They had two weeks to write it, and I was accepting draft-quality work. I thought this was going to be an easy, low stakes assignment for my students and yet... they did terribly. Half failed to answer the question outright. Almost all of the remaining half clearly were using ChatGPT, because there was a lot of invented nonsense when they discussed specifics from the lectures ("in the example from lecture, we used X to do Y" --- X and Y were not part of the lecture at all). This was in spite of having them hand-write it, which means they were so checked out they were just blindly copying nonsense by hand. Out of the 50 students I just graded, two or three actually wrote a decent essay. The rest would immediately fail an interview if asked a question on this topic.
To add insult to injury, I received a ton of complaints that I had the audacity to assign an essay, even worse, a handwritten one. "This is not a writing class"; "I don't even have paper"; "I haven't had to handwrite anything in years". I'm losing it.

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Hi, I have been experiencing symptoms for a few years now, and despite so many tests, we have not found any answers. I was hoping to post here just to see if anyone had suggestions we could look into. I am getting desperate to find something that might help me start to feel better. Any suggestions are welcome; I'm just not sure where else to go. Thank you.
About Me

• 30M
• Caucasian, Canadian born and raised with Norwegian/Irish ancestry
• Non-smoker, no drugs, casual drinker. Was active (football and rugby player) before getting sick.
• 6'6" and ~220-240lbs (I fluctuate, but lots of the weight is water weight). But have also experienced a rapid weight loss overall in the last few years.

Symptoms (started about 3 years ago out of the blue):

• Very malnourished - Blood tests show very low albumin, lipids, vitamin D, magnesium, and other nutrients in my blood
• Bad edema in both legs - I am on strong diuretic medication for this
• Constant diarrhea, bloating, and general stomach discomfort (no matter what foods I eat)
• Prone to blood clots in my arms - I still get them despite being on daily blood thinner injections
• Extreme fatigue no matter how much sleep
• I have been told that my heart is super healthy, and chest scans show healthy lungs, at least from what they have looked at

I have been tested for the following:

• Crohn's - not found to have it
• Celiac - not found to have it
• CHAPLE Syndrome - not found to have it
• Waldman's Disease (was originally diagnosed with this)- some symptoms and tests (internal scans) have shown it could be this but none of the treatments for it have worked at all so we're not sure anymore.

Medication I am on:

• Furosemide
• Lipid infusions (via a PICC every few weeks)
• Daily vitamins - really high dosage
• 2 blood thinner injections daily
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So this is really in response to a petition for Brazil servers and the long running request for these servers and is mainly informative in terms of reasons why this is an unrealistic request. I'm not against Brazilian servers, just giving some logic behind things like this based on real life experience.
The general argument is "why can't you even give the players 1 or 2 servers for better a better connection", or specifically from the recent post here "why not rent out a server in Brazil" to host?
It's Jagex's highest priority to secure the live Runescape game code. Running this on rented hardware on another country would give you a game server in that country; but also put them at the mercy of the reseller who own the hardware.

1. They don't want to work with some random guy who's reselling out of their basement. Things can go wrong, they can be held to ransom, they can have their code stolen and resold/released and boom, your biggest IP is out there.
2. They are at the mercy of the resellers own security measures
3. They are a professional corporate company and they do things themselves, no half-measures

The tldr for this point is that there would be dismissals for gross misconduct if someone green-lit something like this.
Now, doing it the correct normal and professional way, Jagex would need to purchase datacentre space in Brazil, along with transport their hardware and also have someone employed in Brazil to maintain this.
In Brazil datacentres i've seen/worked with employ armed guards 24/7 for security.
The players say they would be happy with 1 or 2 servers, is it in the business interests of Jagex to rent out tier 3 datacentre space, employ a person to work there, and purchase hardware to reduce the latency for players of one particular country, for a few servers only, who are already paying their membership? I would argue the answer would be "no". There's nothing from a business incentive to do this, and if Jagex had the statistic of the Brazilian playerbase being massive, they most certainly would have considered it by now but I feel like it's being overestimated. Locations are chosen based on best coverage to the largest portions of the playerbase and cost overheads.
tldr; I used the wording "likely won't happen" as I don't have a crystal ball. My reason is based on cost vs. return and I don't believe there's a good enough business argument for adding servers and many people misunderstand how the real world works when they propose "renting" out a server in a country and think there's a shortcut that they see but Jagex don't.

This man has been musically irrelevant for a vey long time.
Some would say GRODT is his only decent album. I think The massacre is okay as well. 50 didn't have a huge comeback era like Em did with Recovery that got him a whole new generation of fans I would argue.
And yet, 50 is still one of the most recognizable rappers ever. I think this speaks to how bombastic those 2 years from 2003-2005 were. 50 was everywhere. I would argue that 50's hits were even more pervasive than Eminem's because Em didn't really make club music like that. I would also argue 50's debut was the biggest Hip Hop debut we've ever seen.
Maybe that is already the answer to my question but it's still surprising to me.
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Hello Leute,
I made a mistake and used TIER ( electric scooter ) and as soon as i turned to right street, pollice car came and pulled me over. Long story short, my blood alcohol level result came 1.2 and i recently received a letter from prosecuter. According to letter i am fined for 30 days of income with an estimated daily rate of €60. Also they banned me driving motorized vehicles for 6 months. Even though i did not know that it was forbidden ( i thought it would same with driving a bike ), it is fair and i learned the lesson from very expensive way. I have several questions and hoping to get answers from my fellow redditers.
1-) What does motorized vehicles mean? Am i banned driving e-scooters and e-bikes too or the ban is for any vehicle that requires driving license to operate?
2-) I do not have a german driving license but was thinking to convert my driving license to german one. When does the six months period start? Am i required to do MPU? Where can i learn that? In the letter i received, the MPU is not mentioned.
3-) I have a bluecard appointment with Ausländer behörde, would this fine affect my application?
4-) Do i have a criminal record now? It was my first time that i received any kind of fine.
Really appreciate the answers and thank you fir reading.
PS: Appointment is in Frankfurt am Main, Hessen.

Model used: gpt-3.5-turbo-0125
System prompt: You answer questions accurately and succinctly for a fictional story/game.
User prompt: Generate a short 2-3 sentence, 3rd-person present-tense description of the Pit boss in the abandoned casino floor (without reiterating the phrase \"Pit boss\"). Do not output the word \"their\". If the character is humanoid, refer to them as \"her\" or \"his\", but never both (pick one gender and stick with it).
About 1/10 responses still switch genders.
Example output:

Standing tall and confident in a perfectly pressed suit, the Pit boss watches over the empty casino floor with a keen eye. Poker chips clutched tightly in his hand, he exudes an air of authority and control. With a slight smirk playing on his lips, she seems to know every move before it's made

I have tried many different variations but the model seems to always have a chance of either not picking a gender, or swapping genders mid-description.
Gemini doesn't have this issue; however Gemini has a different issue where it doesn't vary the sentence structure even if instructed to, resulting in stilted-sounding descriptions. And also Gemini is more censored than the 0125 version of ChatGPT.
P.S.: I can randomize his or her, so I could also 50% of the time only say "his" and 50% "her", which has a better success rate in general. However, the problem with this is sometimes the character name is already gendered, e.g. "Sarah". In this case, I want the model to know that it's "her" and not refer to them as "him".
P.S.S.: The prompt must be compatible with inanimate objects. If there's a roomba, or bear, etc., it should refer to them as it/its.