To be honest, I wasn't sure that the Advice sub would let me post this there so I'm posting it here because it's so fucked up. And it didn't seem right for Let's Not Meet, either. But I do need advice, because I feel I'm losing my fucking mind.
So I (30F) have always been very close to my cousin (30F), let's call her Angela. Because we're the same age, our parents (my mom and her father are siblings) went through all the same stages with us and as such, we were more or less raised like siblings due to how much time our families spent together.
We even had homes in the country in the same township, which is where I think this happened. And I can't really tell my family this because it will make me sound legitimately crazy. And some part of me even doubts this memory, but at the same time I know in my heart that it's true. It's a complicated feeling, and this memory was brought to light last week when my suspicion I've had for years was more or less confirmed.
One winter, sixteen years ago, when Angela and I were both fourteen, both of our families were at our cottages, a twenty minute drive from each other. Angela and her little brother (my cousin, let's call him James) parents (my aunt and uncle) were going skiing one morning, and I wanted to go too. So I spent the night at their cottage, like I often did when we all went up north.
Angela's bedroom had two single beds in it, and James' room was down the hall. The whole house was open concept, so the hall from Angela's room to James' room did not have walls, but rather was bordered by two railings over which you could see down into the main floor, the open concept living and dining rooms.
James is four years younger than us, and when he was 10, he was such a typical little boy/little brother, it's almost cartoonish to look back on. Like, I'm talking *constantly* bothering us, putting a stink bomb on a remote control car that he would sneak into our rooms, trying to read Angela's diary when we weren't in her bedroom, just all the stuff. But never anything cruel or out of the ordinary or sinister, just a massive handful.
The basement of James and Angela's cottage was filled with storage and old toys, and sometimes (on the rare occasion) that we'd willingly play with James, we'd all go down to the basement and try to freak each other out. Anyway, one of the toys in the basement was your typical Raggedy-Ann doll from the 60s or something. I think it belonged to my uncle when he was a kid and then Angela when she was a baby. Her name was Trilly. I forget who named it. Anyway, I have vague memories of playing with it when we were much younger and pretending it was our third cousin or our little daughter. But since then she'd sat in storage in the basement.
But, what great nightmare material! Right?! A creepy, limp, smiling doll. So the night I stayed over, before we went skiing in the morning, James, Angela and I were up to our playing in the basement, and I remember we tried to freak James out by pretending Trilly was alive or something like that. Whatever. Game over, we all had dinner with the parents, then watched a movie as a family and went to bed. James to his room and Angela and me to Angela's room.
Now this is the thing. Angela and I still joke about this night, and she remembers it just like I do, which is why I sort of wrote off my hypothesis until last week. That night, in the middle of the night, I started tossing and turning. I woke up and could tell that Angela was stirring as well. One of us said to the other, "are you awake?" and the other said "yes," and we realized that we both couldn't sleep or were woken up by the same thing or were both just feeling restless. But then, at the other end of her room, Trilly was sitting in the fucking desk chair.
I think it was Angela who pointed it out. We saw a shadow, thinking it was a person, freaked out, and then relaxed briefly when we saw it was just the doll. But then we got freaked out all over again and were like, "why the FUCK is this FUCKING doll in your room!?!?", murderously standing up and going over to it to pick it up and throw it in James' room and pound the living Christ out of him.
We turn on all the lights, turn on the hall light, stomp down the hall into his room and turn on his lights, and see he's not in his bed. We then go downstairs (my aunt and uncle's room was on the main floor), Trilly still in Angela's hands, and hear my aunt and James in the washroom. Turns out James had been sick for the last few hours and my aunt had been up all night with him as he was throwing up in the washroom. And when we saw the scene we immediately could tell that James had nothing to do with Trilly. Like, it was just one of those really believable situations where we could tell James truly had no idea what was going on. We even felt bad for him. And, to top it off, when we told him the story in the morning it scared him so much that he didn't go into the basement for like a year. Anyway, it just seemed really sincere.
So Angela and I went back up to her room and we were like, "are we *sure* we didn't bring this up here last night? Are we sure? We must have." Anyway, while we were really freaked, we figured that it was explainable. We knew the doll obviously didn't walk itself upstairs like it was some horror movie. But, because we were fourteen and all for the drama (and I remember us having the "better safe than sorry" mindset) we called her dog upstairs (Bella, a poorly behaved black poodle). We started playing tug-of-war with Bella, using Trilly as the toy, and eventually Bella ripped her to shreds.
Anyway, funny memory, making the dog rip up the doll, we laughed and thought we were tough and cool, then we went back to bed.
The next morning, instead of all of us going skiing, it was just Me, Angela, and my Uncle, because James stayed home with my aunt on account of his stomach flu. But when we woke up, Angela was acting weird. Nothing too noteable, just really bizarrely quiet as she moved around her room to get her clothes out of her drawers and get changed. She didn't, like, acknowledge me in her room. I said something like "morning" when she didn't acknowledge me, and she looked at me and then turned back to her drawers and kept getting changed.
And she was looking around weirdly, I remember that too. Almost like she'd misplaced something, but a little more dazed than that. Just moving strangely. Then she went downstairs without saying anything to me at all. I thought maybe she was just super groggy... but it still felt really weird.
When I went downstairs, she was standing at the island in the kitchen buttering toast that my uncle had put in for us. I distinctly remember walking up beside her and the toaster, pulling a piece of toast out of it, putting it on the plate that had been set out for me, and when I dipped the knife into the container of butter, Angela smacked my hand away, hard, and looked at me and snapped, "what are you doing? Don't take things that aren't yours". I was shocked. It honestly felt like being struck in the face. She'd never spoken to me like that before, and even though we were like siblings, I still felt that kind of mortifying embarrassment you feel when someone calls you out on misbehaving, even though I wasn't doing anything wrong; but it *was* her family's butter and bread? I don't know. That's what I remember thinking. But it was awkward and weird and I just said, "um, what?" and then she didn't say anything, just kept buttering her toast, and I mumbled some apology.
The three of us then drove to the ski hill and, I kid you not, Angela and I didn't speak the whole way there. I had no idea what was up, but I didn't want to ask with her dad in the car.
Then when we got to the ski hill, we went skiing just the two of us and on the chairlift during the first run I mustered up the courage to say "Hey, did I do something wrong? I feel like you're really mad at me or something". And she turned to look at me and was confused. Not friendly, not warm, not reassuring, but confused. It was almost as if I was a stranger and she looked at me as if to say, "sorry, who are you? why are you talking to me?"
And she responded in a formal way: "Sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about". The distance in her voice was really eerie, and I started to think maybe this had to do with the doll incident the night before and either she was trying to extend the prank, and she was the one who had put the doll on the chair, OR she felt guilty that we ruined this family doll and she resented me for being a part of it. Anyway, when we got to the top of the hill, she skied down quickly and didn't wait for me to go back up again, and we ended up skiing separately.
I felt awkward and embarrassed like I'd done something wrong. I ended up skiing with my uncle who asked me what was up with us, and I just said I didn't know. Then after our day of skiing, he dropped me off at my family's cottage and continued on home with Angela.
For the rest of that whole school year (we were in ninth grade), Angela and I didn't really speak. It was really sad. We were like sisters before, but better because we weren't actually sisters, but cousins, and so we were like best friends that were related. Seriously, we were really close. And it really messed me up, I felt like she just ghosted me. I would text her and call her house but she was always "fine" or "with Jessica" (her best friend). I chalked it up to her just outgrowing me, and it really fucking sucked. But, to be honest, it was so jarring and such a stark shift that I was more confused than hurt. I talked to my mom about it and she explained to me how rough it can be to be a teenage girl.
But that following summer, we were up at our cottages again, and our family had a barbecue and invited over my aunt and uncle and Angela and James. I had seen Angela at family things a couple of times since and she would just kind of ignore me and spend the whole time texting, which is what I expected this time.
Sure enough, that's what happened for the first bit of the barbecue. But then when the food was ready, she came up beside me as we were dressing our hamburgers at the condiment table and said, "oh my god, remember that night we got Bella to ruin Trilly?" and I was so shocked by her friendly tone, by her acting as though she were picking up a conversation we just were having, that I just stared at her and said, "yeah, that was crazy". And she said, "yeah, so funny. Anyway, how've you been?" again, really different and formal. I almost couldn't get past how altered her tone was, like we'd never even met. In fact she seemed so sprightly and kind that I thought she was mocking me.
And our relationship since that barbecue carried on just like that. She started talking to me more, but I'd reference inside jokes or ways we used to be or things we used to do and she never really latched on to any of them. I was caught between thinking she'd outgrown me and thinking she was like embarrassed of our closeness before or something and was trying to move on. I talked to my mom about this, and again got the speech about how teenage girls can be really cruel/strange sometimes.
So until we were about 22, we were like that. Nice to each other, talking sometimes, not that close, and I learned to not try and act like we were all close or that we had been close. I talked to my friends about it too and they said it was normal for friendships to change like that. But something felt off about this. I started to honestly feel crazy for hanging on to this "before" memory of Angela so much.
Then when we were 22, we grew apart. This time, it was mutual and natural. I moved cities, and she got engaged and became a real estate agent and we just had nothing to talk about. It was gradual and I didn't notice it much. Which brings us to eight years later, just last week.
I was travelling in Iceland. I had to be there (very randomly) for a conference/workshop I was leading for work, and turned it into a vacation. Rented a car, decided I was going to drive across the island after the conference was over and stay on the east part and explore a bit.
Day four of my seven-day long road trip. It's mid-afternoon, I'm hungry. I've been driving for three hours and have come across no sign of civilization at all, and it was fifty miles to the next town. But then, voila! A little gas station/general store/cafe! Perfect!
Ah, fuck. I literally can't believe I'm writing this. It makes me sound fucking crazy. But here I go.
I park in the little three-car parking lot. I get out of my car, step onto the gravel, the sky is white, expansive, there are mountains everywhere around me, fields, sheep. The air is fresh. Seriously middle of nowhere. I walk up the wooden rickety steps and push open the door and hear the door chimes go. A man walks out from the back room and greets me, and the place is cute. There's a little handwritten menu above the cash register and I asked him in my pathetic Icelandic/English mix if I could have the gravlax toast. He's very friendly and kind and says yes, asks if I want a coffee, I say yes please, blah blah, he rings me up at the cash register, and I go and sit at the one table they have and wait for my food.
I look around - it's mostly a fishing supplies store with some general groceries. The man opens the door to the room from which he came, the kitchen I suppose, and says the order to the lady in the back who looks like she's doing some prep cooking. Immediately I stop. It's freaking Angela!!!! Or I thought it was.
Now, remember, I hadn't seen Angela in about eight years. Since her dad passed away when we were twenty-three, and because I'd moved cities, we just had no reason to really see each other especially after growing so far apart.
So, like, OH MY GOD, it's Angela! She's working at a random little general store in middle-of-nowhere Iceland! But wait, I thought. No. This is obviously not-fucking-Angela. Angela is a real estate agent in my hometown. I'd obviously know if she lived in Iceland lol. Right? I don't really use social media but the odd time I do, she'll pop up here and there. But I guess not enough for me to *confirm* she still lived in my hometown.
But anyway, she looked enough like Angela that I went right up to the cash register and rang the little bell and the guy came back out and when he opened the door I was able to get another look at her, and my heart skidded. A chill spread across my crown. It was one hundred percent Angela. Like, my full-on cousin. So, looking over the guys' shoulder, RIGHT AT ANGELA, I smile and say, "Angela!! Oh my god!!" and before she could respond, the door shut again.
And the guy at the cash smiled really big, a nice, friendly, smile and he looked surprised as well, and pointed back over his shoulder and then at me, as if to say, "you two know each other?!" which confirmed for me that her name was Angela, because he seemed really delighted at the coincidence. Expecting her to emerge from the kitchen, I walked around to behind the cash register (the invitation was implied by the guy) and he put his arm back to open the door for me, or for Angela, whom we both expected to be making her way over to me, too.
When he opened the door, she was head-down again, chopping vegetables. I walked through the door and said, "Angela? Angela!" smiling, thinking she hadn't seen me yet or realized who I was, all context considered. She looked up at me, and then quickly, as though avoiding my eyes, looked down. "Hey", she said, quietly, at the cutting board.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON? Before I could ask anything, she said, "I'm really sorry, okay?"
What?
She repeated herself and then continued: "I'm really sorry okay? But we can't talk".
I actually, like, had no clue what was happening. I was looking into the eyes of my cousin whom I hadn't seen in forever in some random fucking shack in Iceland and she was acting skittish and afraid. I opened my mouth to protest and she said, "I need you to leave," then she called the guy's name and said something to him in Icelandic. She can speak Icelandic??!
The guy came in, his demeanour totally different. Almost like he was a bouncer. He gestured to my coffee and toast that were ready to go, took them in his hands and ushered me out of the kitchen and I could tell I no longer was welcome. Either I wasn't welcome or I was in danger, or both. It felt more like the former. And I don't think the guy had any idea what was going on, either. I think she must have said something to him like "I don't know this person, this person is crazy" or something. That's how he was acting toward me.
I got in my car, I drove five minutes down the road, and pulled over. I miraculously had service and I called my mom and told her everything. She kind of just laughed at me and was like "Many-Patient2894, that obviously wasn't Angela". And joked about me making some poor Icelandic woman feel extremely weird. But based off the guy's reaction when I said her name, her name was Angela, and the way she spoke to me and said sorry and said we couldn't talk, like, she knew me too. I told my mom all of this and I sounded fucking crazy and she just was basically like, "Haha, yeah, weird". I think she thinks I was making up the part about the apology.
I told all of my friends this, when I was still in Iceland, and they all reacted like my mom did. At this point, I had four days left in the country, and I kept wanting to return to the cafe/general store. But I didn't. I started to think maybe the woman thought I was someone else. But then I kept coming back to, but wait, this person was Angela. Her name, her body, her face, like I just didn't know what to do.
This brings me to two days ago, the day before yesterday, when I returned to Canada, where I live. It's eight o'clock in the morning and I'm on my way to work. In my car. Just picked up a coffee. Exhausted. Not thinking about Angela at all. Thinking about my laundry, my bills, what I'm going to make for dinner. The traffic is bad and it's a miserable day outside.
My phone dings. It's a random number. The text reads: "Hey! It's Angela! How was your trip?"
Haven't heard from her in eight years (except for our run-in in Iceland, if indeed it was one). No "how have you been??", no "I miss you!!" no "long time no talk/see!". I also hadn't posted anything about my trip on social media. Unless you were a friend of mine, you didn't know I was there.
I immediately call my mom, who follows Angela on Instagram, and ask her to look at her profile. Sure enough, Angela (not at all to my mother's surprise), is posting stories of the bachelorette party she's at in Miami. She's, like, not at all in Iceland.
I have no idea what's going on. And the way Angela/the woman spoke to me in the cafe had the cadence and softness that Angela had, and in my memory, lost, starting the morning of the skiing after the incident with Trilly and the dog. For some reason I'm fully back there in my memory now, realizing that that was the first morning of "the new Angela", the one that seemed to have no emotional memory of me at all. Like, the Iceland Angela seemed more like the "before" Angela.
I haven't replied to the text. I have no idea if it was bachelorette party Miami Angela or Iceland Angela that sent me the message, the area code is from neither Angela's hometown or Iceland.
I need advice, I have no idea what to do or who to talk to. Do I reply to the text? What do I say? I feel like the real Angela is fucking trapped in Iceland or something and has been for a long time. Or I don't even know. I have no idea what to do.

For context, I made the mistake of watching some Matt Rife comedy special with friends lol. I find him painfully unfunny always, but he had a specific bit that annoyed me. It was the old trope of "ladies, if a guy is friends with you, he secretly wants to fuck you." It pisses me off, because as long as I can remember, I (28M) have had female friends. Idk if it's cus I grew up with sisters or what and I therefore saw women as people who are just as weird, gross and flawed as everyone else. But I've never had an issue having female friends and not wanting to fuck them secretly. Yes, even ones that I can see are conventionally attractive. I've usually had no problem being friends with their partners either, though occasionally you get one who is insecure.
They're some of the most valuable friends I've ever had because unlike a lot of guys (in my experience, personally) they are usually pretty good about being empathetic and having emotional intelligence, and aren't uncomfortable talking about real life shit. I once tried to open up to a male friend about my dad being sick, and his response was "oh man that sucks, you wanna play Apex Legends?" And it's the same story pretty much any time I try to talk about something uncomfortable with a man.
Anyway the point is, stop telling guys it's weird to have female friends, and stop telling women that any guy being their friend means he wants to have sex. Just because you're horny and can't keep it in your pants around any woman that says hi to you, doesn't mean everyone is. And all you're doing is reinforcing shitty stereotypes and making it harder for people to make genuine connections with each other.

Hi Ladies - Indianapolis BWT lurking in this community because of all the fabulous tips and recs, I also travel to the city frequently for work. I am flying in today for a few days of business but hoping you could steer me to a fun spot I could watch the Pacers game tonight. I am staying in Midtown near 7th & 48th - are there any fun vibe sports bars that aren't super touristy that are either walking distance or a short taxi?

Idk where to post this but i hae afriend who happens to have a line under my name. But when i call her she neve anwers, but does call some other guy name tony. Idk i assume is her pimp or drug dealer. I was kind enough to help her this past 3 years evn when she waslocked up last year. And now she gets angry because im notlettingher use me anymore.am i being a asshole or what? I even watch plenty of woman mens advice channels and these ladies do be givng good advice

TL/DR: The next-door neighbor lady began throwing stuff over our new fence while she was cutting grass last Summer. She is doing it again this year. Today, I yelled at her through my Ring camera, she didn’t hear me, or she pretended she didn’t hear me. The stuff she has thrown, has usually always been along the fence line. But today, I saw she did it again, she threw more stuff from the MIDDLE of her yard into our yard. I don’t want to be petty or stoop to her level, any suggestions on how to handle this…?
Well…I’ve spoke up…the next door neighbor lady, who’s done a lot of crap since moving in almost 3 years ago, was once again today was throwing things over the fence today when cutting her grass…. I happened to catch her thru my Ring camera (yes I now look when she’s near the fence), and I shouted ‘what the hell are you doing..??’ She merely kept cutting her grass, acting as though she didn’t hear me, or maybe she truly didn’t hear me.
So then, I was quite annoyed, as she’s been doing this all last summer and now into this summer. So I kept watching her when she would get near our yard. I noticed she picked up something in the middle of her yard, and as she pushed her mower towards our yard, she held whatever it was in her hand, then she threw it in our yard. WTHECK…???!
WWYD…? I am a senior citizen, with some health issues and disabilities, and I live alone, and she has quite a nasty boyfriend, and she is quite nasty herself. So I feel like they might gang up on me, or retaliate somehow. I do have an attorney who is somewhat aware of the situation. Would it be worth my while to have the attorney send some type of certified letter…? Obviously, I want to least confrontational solution possible. Nothing that’s going to really around her feathers or provoke her boyfriend. So, that means not stooping into her level, although she probably would deserve it. Advice…? WWYD…?
I guess I can’t take it too personal, because she still throws pinecones from her trees into the other neighbors yard when she cuts grass.
In case anyone is wondering, I say ‘our fence’ because the house is owned by me and my brother, although he lives over an hour away.

I understand it's an older build and things obviously are subject to change.
But is the running and walking animation going to be changed on release? Didn't see any mention of it but the way the cop lady ran was abit wonky.
Was just distracted seeing her leg bone pop out now and then aswell as her stiff movement.
Any recent gameplay I could watch?

BIG ol’ disclaimer: Not a Swiftie.
I’ve been seeing a ton of discussion about this whole female rage: the musical bit and whether or not TS has earned her “right” to female rage, and for the most part I feel like the convo is missing the point. The true issue at hand is so much larger than just ‘famous lady shouldn’t be angry’.
Taylor has a right to rage. To be a woman is to rage. It is also to perform.
I came across this quote lately by John Berger and it had me thinking:
”Men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at. This determines not only most relations between men and women but also the relation of women to themselves. The surveyor of woman in herself is male: the surveyed is female. Thus she turns herself into an object of vision: a sight.”
This is to say that women cannot escape the male influence. Even a woman who is ‘counter culture’ to the male gaze is perpetuating some form of male fantasy; there is nothing a woman can do to escape this perception- we are forever compared to it, and forever comparing each other.
This is the universal experience of women, and it does not improve with higher status or wealth or fame.
That being said, there is a HUGE problem with capitalizing on and commodifying female rage in a way that is “palatable” and sanitized. Femininity the way we think of it is already performance, so to take an element that is so real, so raw for all women and turn it into something performative and superficial is extremely damaging to the validity of the concept as a whole.
Furthermore, romanticizing female rage/ anguish because it comes from an attractive cis white woman is and has been a problem for generations and is further exacerbated by Swift. Why is it that white women suffering is romanticized in the media and POC suffering results in violence and death? There is a bias towards who is allowed to rage, and who isn’t. Taylor should be using her platform to uplift women who rarely get a voice to speak on this issue, but who are statistically impacted the most.
Taylor looks at female rage with zero nuance, and zero understanding of her subject material. Frankly, she comes at it from the perspective of a man.
She knows that female rage exists, she experiences it in her own way, but she has either not unpacked those ideas or she is too afraid to confront them socially for fear of being polarizing.
Maybe she is afraid of herself.

So, my neighbour, with whom I would like to think I have a fairly friendly and warm acquaintanceship with, who also knows I have two small children, has a pool. I hear the family next door play in it in summer. It's nice!
His wife is an insomniac, apparently. This means she watches TV all hours of the day. VERY loud. I can hear it from my house if I have the windows open, like it's in the next room. But I don't usually have the windows open and the TV sounds remind me of when I used to live with my parents so I don't mind it so much.
But tonight there's a weird fucking pump sound, and my husband says it's a pool pump. If it were a sound in the air I wouldn't mind. I'd put on earphones, blast some white noise, do whatever and get the fuck to sleep.
But this sound? This sound is like the earth itself twitching. It's coming up through the fucking floor. I think I can feel it in my head. I have super sensitive hearing, too. I hate this. I have no words for how much I fucking hate this sound. I am a generally chill, mild-mannered lady. I don't swear at Jehovah's Witnesses. I'm nice to other people's kids and pets. I don't even get mad at people walking slowly in front of me.
This sound makes me want to go the full droog on their pool pump. A bit of the old ultraviolence.
Did I mention I'm already sleep deprived from "that time of the month"? Yeah. I'm not happy.
Is there anything I can do? I looked shit up and apparently I have to log it for two fucking weeks for it to be an offence. Quite frankly, if I had to put up with two weeks of this there'd be a pound or two of my own shit deposited in their pool by the darkness of night well before then. And the cat's too, for good measure.
Problem is, I don't want to do the following:

• Knock on their door in the middle of the night.
• Get mad or make a scene. I like these people, they're nice people.
• Ruin their pool fun. They've never made noise like this before. I'm not sure if it's a new pump or what but holy fuck. This pump makes a hypothetical rave next door sound like ocean noise imbued with binaural beats on a ridiculous expensive sleep app on my phone in comparison.

Any suggestions? I'm gonna try the headphones but I don't have a good feeling about. Also, I'm a side sleeper so there's no way I'm getting a decent night's sleep tonight either way. Ear plugs are out because I'm a light sleeper. The sensation of them in my ears always keeps me awake.
I reckon my neighbour (we'll call him Mick) owes me a nice bottle of wine or a day in his pool for this, cause parenting two children under the age of ten, both of whom have ADHD, on a night of not only little sleep but of aural torture of the low frequency kind, is a special kind of punishment than even the Hague would find pretty over-the-top.
I'm off to find a corner of the house where it's not terrible. I may end up sleeping in a closet. This is a shitbox house in Wanneroo somewhere, so when I say closet, I mean "You could bury exactly one average Texan in a coffin the size of this space" closet. G'night.

I was on the MSC 2024 world cruise and it was terrible. A huge rip off! I seriously regret my decision, but i wàs seduced by the great itinerary. Israel, Egypt, Saudi Arabia at the one end and Greenland at the other end. None of which happened! Now i understand the war in the middle east impacted our travel plans but MSC said we would replace with Rhodes, Malta and Cyprus. Ok, well now that didn't happen. We had 6 stops in Spain, each the same as the one before. Then Port Verde which is a dump. We then raced down to the other side of Africa with 1 stop for gas in Namibia. Raced again to Durban. In 21days we spent 18 at sea. Disgraceful. People paid a lot for this cruise and got very little in return. Some of the “out of the way stops” were dumps where we were told not to wear jewelry, watch out for our phones, don't go anywhere alone.
The food was atrocious. I am diabetic and had to fight for 3 weeks before I could get sugar free Ice cream. The food in the buffet was the same day after day. The salad bar was not appetizing, with bland vegetables. Dishes supposed to be hot were cold, and vise versa. After Africa the ship ran out of certain foods. They watered down the yogurt. MSC was contacted by a number of upset people but they refused to do anything. The passengers of all nationalities got together and 900 + people signed a petition which was sent to MSC offices in numerous countries. PEOPLE wanted compensation for the atrocious 1st leg of the trip. They ignored us until after other cruise lines stepped up. MSC gave 500 euros for each adult and 10% on a future cruise if taken in the next 2 years. Disgraceful. 500 euros is less than 5% of what we paid, and I will never take an MSC cruise again. I don't care how much the offer me. It doesn't end here. We went to canada in april. The shopkeepers told us that a cruise ship never comes before may. Then we were to go through Belleisle straight and on to greenland. The captain canceled our trip to greenland. He tried to imply it was the ice and winds. What he didn't say was that NO CRUISE SHIPS GO TO GREENLAND BEFORE JULY. They have to wait for the icebergs to melt. THE BELLE ISLE STRAIGHT IS NEVER OPEN BEFORE JUNE. It is my belief that they never intended to go to Greenland as i don't believe a company as big as MSC didn't do the research. We also found out that the ship we were on, the Poesia, was not equipped with the lights and other equipment necessary to go through the iArtic at that time of the year. They never intended to go. One huge rip off. The word fraud comes to mind. The French passengers got together on the ship and submitted another petition on the Greenland situation. They gave us 300 euro and announced that they would give 50% off for a cruise to Greenland this summer or next. I will say again, i will never take an MSC cruise again. Entertainment was blah and if you didn't want dance lessons, bridge or exercise routine, there was nothing for you to do. One of excursion members blatantly lied to my face. Now the lower staff members, housekeeping, waiters, dining room staff were just awesome, the middle to upper management felt they were better than the passengers. People who were handicapped were treated so badly and for a number of the earlier stops, had to stay on board as it was too much trouble to facilitate them getting off the ship. One lady I know sat and waited on a bench in the heat for almost 4 hours waiting for a wheelchair to help her back on the ship. One of the passengers went and got a wheelchair himself to help her. I COULD GO ON BUT YOU GET THE POINT.

Hello, to begin with I want to add that I never judge people by their look and I do not make assumptions based on that, but in this story I will describe the people as they looked so u can feel it more.
The story that happened to me today:
I had a broken arm and went to the doctor today. In our country, the waiting time in hospitals for such a check is up to 3 hours. The waiting rooms are post-communist, old, white walls and blue uncomfortable chairs. After about half an hour of waiting in a waiting room full of people of all ages, who were also after some sort of injury, a 2-meter middle-aged man came to the waiting room, who at first glance looked somewhat strange. He sat down on a chair and his girlfriend or sister came behind him, I don't know what of those two it was, but she looked even weirder than him. The guy had a tucked-in T-shirt in his pants with the inscription PRAGUE and the Czech flag on the front of the t-shirt. He had rustler pants pulled up high. His posture was stooped. He had brown, thinning hair and thick-rimmed glasses. Blue eyes that only had an empty look. Huge palms, since he was about 2 meters. The woman who was with him was missing several teeth. She was overweight and of average height. She was wearing gray leggings, a t-shirt that was short so part of her stomach was visible, and an unzipped dark green jacket. Both of them showed that they were not completely in order and looked a little dirty, but not like street dirty, more like they just dont take care of them self AT ALL dirty. The woman looked much dirtier. They sat down not far from me and at first it was quiet. Subsequently, the guy started talking, first in silence and to himself, he started commenting everything around him. For example, another patient in the waiting room was wearing a cap and the strange guy said. "Look, the moron still has his cap on. Can you understand that?!? haha" He always laughed really unpleasantly after one of his drastic comments. Horror type laugh. He could be heard and people were looking around at him. As we were all waiting in the waiting room, a nurse came out and according to the ordinary number, called a very old lady who had broken her arm and was going to be checked. The strange guy was sitting closest to the door, so everyone was walking around him. As the grandmother slowly got up from her chair (obviously because she is old), the strange guy aggressively shouted: "WELL MOVE, MOVE, COMMON!!!" Everyone pretended not to hear him and no one ever spoke up. As he commented, he said something that I didn't fully understand, something like: "And what does this tattooed moron think of himself???" That should have been on me because I was the only one in the waiting room with tattoos on my body. So I looked at him and asked him: "You talking to me?"
The strange guy aggressively raised his voice and answered: "YES, I SAID THAT ABOUT YOU AND WHAT DO YOU CARE, DO I MIND YOU?" type shit, to which I replied that he was shouting in a waiting room full of people like he is out of his fucking mind and that's when it started. The guy started almost shouting on entire waiting room: "OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND? YOU CAN BE SURE THAT I AM OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND, I'M 100% SCHIZOPHRENIC. I WILL KILL YOU AND I WILL NOT EVEN GO TO JAIL. THEY WILL JUST LOCK ME IN AN INSTITUTE AGAIN :)… YOU WILL END UP UNDERGROUND BECAUSE GOD DOESN'T WANT YOU IN HEAVEN! YOU WILL DIE!!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT, AT LEAST THERE WILL BE ONE LESS BRAT. A VEIN IN YOUR NECK WILL RUPTURE AND YOU'LL BLEED OUT, YOU'LL SEE. BUT I DON'T WANT TO RETURN TO THE INSTITUTE... I DON'T WANT TO RETURN. MRS. GUIDE I DONT WANT TO GO BACK”. The woman who was with him just watched blankly, motionless, without emotion. I didn't answer him, I shook my head and gave a thumbs up as he aggressively said he was going to kill me. I felt a slight fear and a rush of adrenaline, of course I did nothing. WTF? The guy was visibly sick in the head and god knows what would happen if I reacted to this. Afterwards, he kept talking. Totally random stuff. "Look at how he stares at the phone, that's even worse than alcohol, he's addicted. I saw that on TV" again at me. The woman was silent. A hospital bed arrived in the waiting room, on which lay a very old grandmother who had probably fallen and hit herself somehow. She was lying and holding her head up, she told her daughter that it doesn't hurt, when she hold her head up like that so she has to have her head up. The guy heard it and to the entire waiting room: "YOU DON'T HAVE TO. THE ONLY THING YOU HAVE TO DO IS DIE. HAHAH. OTHER THAN THAT, YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING. HAHA :) NO ONE HAS TO DO ANYTHING BUT EVERYONE HAS TO FUCKING DIE. END UP UNDERGROUND. HAHAHAHA. PSST PSST… SHUT UP, BE QUIET” he said to himself and started rocking in his chair. As the patients went in order, he was angry that there were people ahead of him. The nurse called the next patient in line to the ambulance. It was a mother with a baby in a stroller. The guy said out loud, "WHY ARE YOU GOING? YOU AND YOUR CHILD ARE SOMETHING MORE?”. No one in the waiting room noticed him, people just nodded their heads. After the check-up, the mother and the child came out of the doctor's office and this strange guy said: "WHAT, YOU'RE FINALLY GOING AWAY. WHY WERE YOU THE MAIN???" The woman said with a very calm tone: my child is sick. The strange guy: "And you work?! You have a job!?" The woman said yes and when she saw that he was aggressive, she started walking away. While she was walking away, the guy was talking louder and louder at her: "DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID? SHE THINKS I'M STUPID AND THAT I DON'T KNOW THAT SHE'S ON KINDERGARTEN WITH HER BABY! HAHAHAHA” . It was really terrible, I was really afraid that he will attack somebody. The guy also said things like: "NO. NO. I DON'T WANT TO GET MY HANDS DIRTY AGAIN. Pssst, psssst. SILENCE!..... I have to drink, I have dry in my mouth. dry like sahara i am. DRINK, BECAUSE YOUR KIDNEYS WILL DRY UP!” The doctor called number 12 in, which was me, and this strange guy was sitting about 2 cm from the door to the ambulance. He said something again, but I didn't even listen to his words anymore, I was just careful when I walked by, that I wouldn't get hit or that something would poke me. I went to the doctor and the doctor asked who was screaming like that. I told him what it was about and he told me that I shouldn't pay attention to such people. He checked my hand and I went away. As I was leaving, the guy was talking loudly: "NOW GO. AND YOU HAVE FREE TIME, EXCELLENT HAHA” . And I walked away.
All this was very strange and my first encounter with such a sick person. ou could see on him that he really mean those things. The whole time I had a very bad feeling. The guy looked exactly like some kind of psychopath, like some serial killer who keeps the heads of his victims in the refrigerator so that he can feel dominance over them forever type shit and cant tell the difference between good and bad. I wouldn't be surprised at all if in a few years I see him and his wife in the news that a dead body was found at their home.
Did you have any encounters like this? I want to know

My chat and dm is open to muslim ladies all around the globe as I see beauty in all nations and races and flying is easy in our day and age. Im looking for muslim ladies preferably as Im also muslim and I feel warmth towards fellow muslims but if you are non muslim and if you are open to converting to islam, still hit me up !
Tell me your ASL and anything else you want to tell me about yourself, feel free to send long texts.
When it comes to me, I'm bearded, tall, Turkish man from Türkiye, Im good looking, romantic man. Loving, careful and protective.
I dont talk with women much outside, so, we can chat about your culture, country, gaming, anime, movies, religion, politics or if you want to get serious, we can talk about what are you looking for.
I like to make Tea and Turkish coffee, I like to watch movies, anime and gaming, also memes. I value honesty and I want to talk with a easygoing lady.

My chat and dm is open to muslim ladies all around the globe as I see beauty in all nations and races and flying is easy in our day and age. Im looking for muslim ladies preferably as Im also muslim and I feel warmth towards fellow muslims but if you are non muslim and if you are open to converting to islam, still hit me up !
Tell me your ASL and anything else you want to tell me about yourself, feel free to send long texts.
When it comes to me, I'm bearded, tall, Turkish man from Türkiye, Im good looking, romantic man. Loving, careful and protective.
I dont talk with women much outside, so, we can chat about your culture, country, gaming, anime, movies, religion, politics or if you want to get serious, we can talk about what are you looking for.
I like to make Tea and Turkish coffee, I like to watch movies, anime and gaming, also memes. I value honesty and I want to talk with a easygoing lady.

My chat and dm is open to muslim ladies all around the globe as I see beauty in all nations and races and flying is easy in our day and age. Im looking for muslim ladies preferably as Im also muslim and I feel warmth towards fellow muslims but if you are non muslim and if you are open to converting to islam, still hit me up !
Tell me your ASL and anything else you want to tell me about yourself, feel free to send long texts.
When it comes to me, I'm bearded, tall, Turkish man from Türkiye, Im good looking, romantic man. Loving, careful and protective.
I dont talk with women much outside, so, we can chat about your culture, country, gaming, anime, movies, religion, politics or if you want to get serious, we can talk about what are you looking for.
I like to make Tea and Turkish coffee, I like to watch movies, anime and gaming, also memes. I value honesty and I want to talk with a easygoing lady.

I’ve been practicing using foam hair rollers. I also have Velcro but don’t love them. I use pins to hold them in because they slip otherwise even with the clip that comes with the rollers.
I have medium length, straight hair and it’s probably normal thickness. I use 1 - 1 1/4 inch rollers. The look I’m going for is like a vintage pin curl brush out. I have other size rollers as well but have just stuck to that size.
My problem is I feel like I’m using so many. I have tried different quantities of hair on each roller and so I’m pretty confident in the amount I’m rolling up. The YouTube videos I’ve watched seem to show women using less than I do by far. I’d say I’m using 18-20. I’m not able to get them into a straight neat line yet like the videos show, so right now they are kind of placed a bit wonky but I do seperate my hair in the suggested sections before starting.
My hair dries very slowly and even after a full night in the rollers it’s damp. I feel like the amount of rollers I’m using is contributing to this. I have yet to get the style I want but I’m going to keep trying.
For ladies who use rollers, does that seem like a lot to use? Normal? Am I just doing it wrong because I’m inexperienced?
Any advice welcome. It takes so long to put them up and take them out.

Long story short, my bf has a codependent relationship with his mom, this isn't news, and there have been other instances where things have come up, but I'll just tell this story on this post for now. But one thing among other things have come up over time to where I don't feel comfortable having to be around her. So thus past Sunday we went to have dinner with her and this elderly lady she cares for, I guess the elderly lady is quite fond of my bf, maybe even a slight crush I don't know. So at the end of dinner, my bf is using the bathroom, and I'm with his mom and the elderly lady in the living room of the elderly ladies home watching a show. His mother exclaims how attractive a man is on the show and how he takes his shirt off and how cute the guy is. But then, for me anyway, it gets weird. She says to the elderly lady, "my son has some really nice arms as well, he would probably look cute with his shirt off too! I know I shouldn't say that because he's my son, but he is handsome.." and the elderly lady nods in agreement. Now, I know mother's sometimes comment on our bodies, I know my mom jokes about my big books and how I could nurse an entire country, but to me the comment she made about him taking his shirt off just seemed inappropriate. It's getting to where I'd rather limit my interactions at least for awhile, because with almost every interaction something off happens and it makes me feel really awkward. Am I overreacting?

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"Festicus…"
Marcus stared down at the felled rat, watching as his great furrowed head lulled and fell to the side.
"Festicus!"
"He issss being gone, Ssssire," Verulex said behind him.
Marcus bent low and tried to rouse the great brute that had saved his life, denying that he was about to let another rat man die for him like Gatskeek had.
"Wake up, Marrow soldier!" he yelped in the creature's vacant eyes. "There's cavalry charges still to be led!"
No response. Sullen and vengeful, Marcus let the head drop.
I hesitated, he thought. I didn't act quick enough. If I had the damn foresight to grab that blade sooner…
"Be letting him be. He isss doing hisss duty to Clan and –"
"Oh, shut up, priest," Marcus spat, turning with fury to look upon the hooded cretin who was still managing to coax his anger even now. "Your Order might consider a single rat's life to be meaningless – something to just throw away in the service of your God, but this warrior deserved more than this."
The High Priest of Glumrot fixed Marcus with his puss-filled eyes. Those eyes spoke of toxic thoughts ruminating beneath them.
"Be turning your thoughtssss to vengeancccce, Sssssire," Verulex wheezed as he shambled over to the Matron's eviscerated body and prodded at it with the staff of his office, making sure the creature's life had finally expired. He then nodded down at the still breathing form of the unconscious Yeeva below Marcus, the soft skin of her belly weeping purple blood from the perforation Marcus had made as she took Festicus's life.
He scoffed at the priest and picked up the Wakisashi that had fallen at his feet, bending low and directing his hatred at the fallen Yokra who was mumbling as though in a dream-state.
Perhaps it was a meditation practice of their kind, Marcus thought. It didn't make any biological sense for a creature to immediately collapse into unconsciousness as she just had in receiving such a near fatal wound.
He leaned closer to her as Verulex amplified his voice and called down to the army still waiting below, telling them to send a detachment and a priest to sanctify the body of one of their dead. The enemy Yokun had fallen, and they would receive some special treatment of their own.
Marcus heard general cheers resound as this proclamation echoed all through the dim streets of the putrid city. But he ignored them. Instead, he craned his neck to hear what the felled serpent was saying. There was a word on her lips that he could swear had the ring of familiarity to it.
"Matriarch…Pale…Pale Lady…"
Loyal to a fault, Marcus thought. Even in death, you sing your leader's praises. If you are a representative of one of her soldiers, I'm sure she's a force to be reckoned with among your people. That's just another reason why you have to die.
He brought the edge of the Yokun's Wakizashi to her scaled, bloody throat, tensing up as he knew that he had to do this. He had to. He wouldn't hesitate anymore.
And just as he held her head in his hand and made to bring the blade across her neck, that's when he heard it:
"…Mari…"
His hand stopped.
His brain froze.
The Wakizashi wavered as though willing him to follow-through with his desire.
But a very different desire now burned in his heart as that word traveled through his entire system and sent shivers running down his spine.
"Matriarch…Lady…Maria…"
The blade clattered against the silo platform.
"What isss happening?" Verulex asked. "Ssssire, isss thissss beasssst resssisssting?"
Marcus shook his head.
"No."
"Then be sssslaying her and let ussss go. I sssshal be honored to be ssssshowing you Clan Glumrot'sssss wayssss of debassssing the dead."
Marcus could barely even hear the words of the priest. He could register nothing in this moment except the croaking of that name – Mari's name – emanating from the slitted lips of the downed serpent.
"Bah!" Verulex howled. "Be giving me the blade. I sssshal do i-"
"No," Marcus said, then turning to the priest as though he had just been transported back to reality. "No. We take her alive."
The priest cocked his vile, hooded head at Marcus.
"Your pity for thesssse foreign hereticssss isssss doing you no favorssss, Sssshai-Alud," he said. "The Koboldssss are bad enough. Now you are even ssssshowing merccccy to the killer of your commander?"
"We…we need to question her," Marcus explained, straightening up and trying to compose himself as best he could. "We have the opportunity here to find out what she knows, where she came from, even Skegga's force composition potentially. We can't afford to lose this opportunity."
He looked into the face of the ratman and saw what he had not quite been able to see in the war-chamber earlier that night. He saw the wrinkled eyes of the holy rat narrow, and the teeth flare in anger.
"Sssssire," the priest began, slowly. "You are not undersssstanding. I am being head priesssst of Glumrot. I am favored voicccce of He-Who-Fessssterssss. The bussssinesss of dealing with dead in battle isssss up to me."
Marcus faced the rat, feeling anger take him once again.
"And I am your Shai-Alud," he said. "You should be speaking to me with more re-"
Now, he saw something else that he hadn't seen before.
He saw the Wakisashi that glimmered in the ratman's right claw.
As the little priest spoke, he watched as the tip of the blade slowly rose to touch Marcus's reverberating heart.
"You are not ssssspeaker for the Unclean," the priest told him in a cold whisper. "You ssssshal never be. A human isssss a human, jusssst assss a Kobold isssss a Kobold and a sssssnake-bitch isssss a sssssnake-bitch. Hereticsssss, all of you. And one day, sssssooon, there ssssshall come a day when you are purged from our gloriousssss empire. And on that day, Ssssshai-Alud, you may sssssee which ratssss in thisssss realm are truly holding the power."
Marcus licked his lips. His eyes now swam to watch the edges of the podium. And he became acutely conscious of just how isolated they were up here, surrounded by the dying and the dead. Like the vicious little creature said, it was his domain.
He maintained his composure. He stalled for time.
"Are you threatening me, Verulex?"
The sly smile that crossed the priest's lips then was more chilling than anything Marcus had seen thus far in the Kingdom of the rats.
"I am but a humble sssservant, Sssshai-Alud," he replied. "We all have our placcce in ratman sssssociety. Even you, Ssssshai-Alud. It issss a beautiful thing, issss it not? He-Who-Festerssss issss a mossst generoussss God. He is even giving sssscum like you a placccce among Hisssss chosen people."
Marcus stepped back as the tip of the knife inched closer to his abdomen. He could swear, still smirking, that the ratman moved with him.
And so when there finally came the rattling of chains from the lip of the silo platform's edge, Marcus was more relieved than ever. And the knife that Verulex once dangled before him simply evaporated into ash.
Magic, it seemed, could hide even the greatest crime.
"Shai-Alud!" the voice of Deekius yelped from the edge of the platform, panting as he and a retinue of soldiers threw themselves over the lip and caught their breath. "You…are you being hurt, Lor-"
"Gloomraava Deekius," Verulex interrupted. "You are coming in good time. I am taking charge of thisssss Yokun bitch. We will be exxxxecuting her publicly tomorrow, after I take sssssome time to – time to –"
The priest collapsed suddenly, coughing up a miasma of his blood in the process.
"Gloomraava Verulex," Deekius said. "You are being maimed. Be coming down, we shall be administering to you."
"Be dealing with Brother Fesssssticusss firsssst, Brother," the old priest coughed as he allowed himself to be helped away. "He issss needing your care more than I."
Marcus watched as the small retinue of rats then took stock of their surroundings, seeing the chaos and carnage that unfolded in such a tiny area over such a short space of time.
"He was being a credit to his Clan," Deekius said. "This is great loss for our people."
Verulex, meanwhile, said nothing at all.
Marcus watched as the Yokun woman was spat on and then trundled off down the silo with the others, thankful that the old priest's wounds at least stopped him from having her slain then and there. Perhaps even he knew he couldn't go against the Shai-Alud's wishes publicly.
But he'd just confirmed something that Marcus had already begun to fear – something that became far too obvious to him now after seeing the hatred burning in the eyes of Redwhiskers and Verulex both.
And, more than that, he needed to speak to that snake. He needed that more than anything. He needed to know…was it chance? Or…was Mari really..?
"Marcus," he heard Deekius say outside himself. "It is being alright now. Yokun are not being known to send more than single assassin team. If they are failing, it is because they are not blessed by their heretic Gods. Defeating them here is great victory for us all, and now, you are having nothing to fear."
The ratman lifted his arm to try and guide Marcus away but the latter rejected the help entirely. He crossed to the edge of the platform and looked down upon the city, seeing the crowds cheer to see him alive, wondering which of them truly did have any real love for him at all.
Then his eyes lighted on the descending form of Verulex, and he felt a very different idea take root within his mind.
"No, Deekius," he said. "I have plenty still to fear. But now I know what to do about it."
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Ocarina of Time Link	Loose
Majora's Mask Link	Loose
Smash Bros. Link	Loose
Skyward Sword Link	Loose
Zelda & Loftwing	Loose
Wind Waker Link	Loose
Wind Waker Zelda	Loose
Twilight Princess Link	Loose
Wolf Link and Midna	Loose
Callie	Loose
Marie	Loose
Inkling Boy [Neon Green]	Loose
Inkling Girl [Neon Pink]	Loose
Inkling Squid [Neon Purple]	Loose
Splatoon 2 Pearl	Loose
Splatoon 2 Marina	Loose
Splatoon 3 Inkling [Yellow]	Loose
Splatoon 3 Octoling [Blue]	Loose
Splatoon 3 Small Fry	Loose
Zelda Loftwing	New In Box
Sanrio amiibo cards	Sealed Pack
Mario Cereal Box	Cereal Removed/Flattened
Isabelle Summer Outfit	Open Box
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Mabel	New In Box

 

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Lillie (Pokemon) Nendoroid	Sealed. US edition from the Pokemon Center
Pixel Pal Mega Man	Sealed, damaged box
Pixel Pal SMB3 Mario	Sealed
Pixel Pal SMB3 Luigi	Sealed
Tracer Nendoroid (730)	Sealed
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Atelier Ryza 3	Complete in Box
Azure Striker Gunvolt Striker Pack	Sealed
Bendy and the Ink Machine	Complete in Box
Cruel King and the Great Hero Storybook Edition	Complete in Box
Ender Lilies	Sealed, Japan Import
Grim Fandango Remastered	Complete in Box, no slip cover
Labyrinth of Refrain	Loose
Legend of Zelda Tears of the Kingdom	Sealed
Metroid Dread Collector's Edition	Sealed, a few dings associated with shipping
Monster Hunter Stories 2 Collector's Edition	Sealed
The Mummy Demastered	Complete in Box
River City Girls	Complete in Box, US Copy, Best Buy Variant
Shadowverse Champion's Battle	Loose
Shantae	Sealed
Shantae Risky's Revenge	Sealed
Shantae Collector's Edition	Sealed
Shantae Risky's Revenge Collector's Edition	Sealed
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Cowabunga Collection	Sealed
Wonder Boy: The Dragon's Trap	Complete in Box
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Batallion Wars 2	Game and Case
Castle of Shikigami III	Complete in Box
Okami	Game and Case

 

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Batman Arkham City Armored Edition	Sealed
Disney Infinity 2.0	Sealed
Nintendoland	Complete in Box
Star Fox Guard	Complete in Box
Turbo Super Stunt Squad	Complete in Box, Art/Manual damage

 

DS	Condition
Animal Crossing Wild World	Game, Case, and inserts. No Manual
Final Fantasy Fables Chocobo's Dungeon DS+	Complete in Box, Japanese Import
Izuna 2 The Unemployed Ninja Returns	Loose
Super Scribblenauts	Loose

 

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Kid Icarus Uprising (Japanese)	Game, Manual, and Case (No Big Box)
Kid Icarus Uprising	Complete in Box, Includes Big Box, Stand and AR cards
Senran Kagura Deep Crimson Double D Edition	Sealed

 

GBA	Condition
Car Battler Joe	Loose. Label imperfections
Chocobo Land A Game of Dice	Loose
Lady Sia	Loose, EU import
Lady Sia	Loose. Label imperfections
Super Mario Advance	No label

 

GB	Condition
Alleyway	Loose
Kid Dracula	Loose

 

NES	Condition
Adventure Island II	Loose
Faria	Game and Box. Box has some wear
Kid Icarus	Game, Box, and Manual; Box shows wear; Protective case for box and manual included
Rainbow Islands	Loose
Super Mario Bros & Duck Hunt	Loose

 

SNES	Condition
Metal Marines	Loose
Secret of Mana	Loose
Super Punch-Out	Loose
Super Scope 6	Loose
Wild Guns	Loose, Bad Label Damage

 

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Pikmin	Player's Choice, Complete In Box
Star Fox Assault	Loose disc
Resident Evil 0	Player's Choice, Case and Discs, no manual
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Resident Evil	Complete In Box
Resident Evil 4	Complete In Box, Disc 2 has label wrinkles
Super Mario Sunshine	Game and case, no manual

 

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Jurrassic Park	Loose cartridge, Sharpie on Label
Phantasy Star IV	Loose cartridge, Label Damage
Quackshot	Complete In Box
Rocket Knight Adventures	Loose cartridge, Label Damage
Spider-Man	Loose cartridge, Label Damage

 

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NiGHTS Into Dreams	Complete in Box, Not for Resale Edition
Night Warriors Darkstalkers' Revenge	Loose

 

Sega Dreamcast	Condition
Project Justice	Complete in Box, page 2 detached from manual.
Power Stone 2	Loose

 

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Power Stone Collection	Loose
Silent Hill Origins	Game and Case

 

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Castlevania Chronicles	Complete in Box
Chocobo Racing	Loose
Chocobo no Fushigi na Dungeon	Complete in Box, Japanese Import
Chocobo's Dungeon 2	Complete in Box, Manual is badly water damaged
Dark Stalkers	Loose slim case version
Dark Stalkers 3	Disc and Manual, no back art
Rival Schools	Complete in Box
Silent Hill	Loose disc, Greatest Hits
Valkyrie Profile	Discs and Case, no manual
World of Dragon Warrior Torneko The Last Hope	Loose
Xenogears	Complete in Box

 

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Avatar The Last Airbender	Disc and Case
Baldur's Gate Dark Alliance	Complete in Box; Greatest Hits
Bully	Greatest Hits, game & artwork
Burnout 3 Takedown	Complete, Water Damage on back cover art
Burnout Dominator	Case and Disc, Disc has superficial scratches but still boots
Castlevania Curse of Darkness	Loose, Disc has light scratching
Crash Bandicoot The Wrath of Cortex	Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case
Dragon Ball Z Budokai	Complete in Box
Dragon Ball Z Budokai Tenkaichi	Complete in Box; Greatest Hits
Final Fantasy X	Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case
Final Fantasy X-2	Complete; Greatest Hits
Haunting Ground	Complete in Box, Water Damage on art and manual
Killzone	Complete in Box
Grand Theft Auto Vice City	Disc, Case, Poster, No Manual
.Hack Infection	Complete in Box, Includes Anime DVD
.Hack Mutation	Complete in Box, Includes Anime DVD
.Hack Outbreak	Complete in Box, Includes Anime DVD
.Hack Quaratine	Discs and Case, no manual
Marvel vs Capcom 2	Cracked Disc, won't boot for me. Comes with case, no manual
Metal Gear Solid 2 Sons of Liberty	Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case
Naruto Ultimate Ninja 2	Disc and Case
Need for Speed Underground	Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case
Need for Speed Underground 2	Complete in Box
Need for Speed Hot Pursuit 2	Greatest Hits, Used, Disc and Case
Resident Evil Dead Aim	Game and Case, No manual
Scarface	Complete; Greatest Hits
Simpsons Road Rage	Loose, Greatest Hits
Valkyrie Profile 2	Complete In Box, some wear on the artwork and manual
Tekken Tag Tournament	Disc and Case, Greatest Hits, Full side Movie Gallery sticker on DVD face

 

PS3	Condition
Sports Champions	Complete in Box

 

PS4	Condition
APEX Construct	Sealed
Gravity Rush Remastered	Loose
J-Stars Victory VS+	Loose
SteamWorld Dig 2	Sealed

 

PS5	Condition
Battlefield 2042	Complete in Box
Final Fantasy VII Rebirth Deluxe Eiditon	Sealed

 

XBOX One	Condition
Watchdogs	Sealed

 

Consoles	Condition
Monster Hunter Rise Edition Switch	New in Box (No game code)
Oculus Quest 1	Complete in Box
Playstation 2 w/FreeMcBoot	Original PS2 "Fat" system. Won't read PS1 or blue PS2 discs. Laser could be ready to go bad, or just need re-alignment. Comes with a Yellow PS2 Memory Card that has FreeMcBoot on it. Free McBoot will allow you to to play games off of a hard drive if desired. No cords/controllers included.
Pokemon Scarlet/Violet Edition OLED Switch	New In Box
SNES Jr.	Includes Deck, RF Coax Cable, Third Party AC Adapter, and Third Party Controller. Small crack on the corner.
Splatoon 3 Edition OLED Switch	New In Box

 

Controllers	Condition
FortniteWildcat Joy-Con Set	Comes from the Fortnite Edition Console, never used
Joy-Con Grip	Bagged/Unused - Came with console
Oculus Quest 1/Rift S Left Controller	Used but very good condition. Comes with silicon case
Oculus Quest 1/Rift S Right Controller	Used but very good condition. Comes with silicon case
Platinum Gamecube Controller	Third Party, no nintendo logo, wired, good condition
Joy-Con (Left/Gray)	Good, no drift
Joy-Con (Right/Neon Red)	Good, no drift, Factory refurbished
SNES Controller	Third Party, no nintendo logo
SPIN Z WiiU Pro Controller	Black, Near Mint

 

Misc.	Condition
Chocobo White Mage Plush	Good
Chocobo Mystery Dungeon Everybuddy Pin	Thief costume
Chocobo's Dungeon Card Game Monsters Expansion Pack	Sealed
Black MagicGate 8MB PS2 Memory Card	Has Free McBoot loaded onto the card
Yellow Nyko MagicGate 8MB PS2 Memory Card	Has Free McBoot loaded onto the card
The Art of Splatoon 2	Sealed
Mario Kart 8 Target Pre-Order Keychain	Sealed. Cut in the film.
Nintendo Switch AC Adapter	Gently used
Nintendo 64 Memory Jumper Pack	OEM/Authentic Regular Pack, not to be confused with the expansion
Super Smash Bros. Ultimate Pre-Order Coin	Sealed
Breath of the Wild Sheikah Coin	From BotW Special Edition, Good condition
Pokken Art Cel Pre-Order Bonus	Sealed
Blastoise New 3DS Plates	Plates are mint and unused
Nintendo 3DS Stand	OEM, Came with Kid Icarus Uprising
Kid Icarus Uprising Players Guide (Imported from Japan, no AR cards)	Shows a little wear
Kid Icarus AR Card Set (205/404)	Contains 249/402 different North American (AKDE) cards, no duplicates. An itemized list can be provided upon request.
Kid Icarus AR - Pit Rally Cry Sealed Pack	Sealed pack of cards that contains AKDE-403,014,086
Shantae Risky's Revenge 2 LP Soundtrack Vinyl	Sealed
Super Mario Wonder Framed Art Print	Comes from Best Buy, Sealed
Tears of the Kingdom Pin Set (The Legend of Zelda)	From the TotK Collector's Edition. Mint
Tears of the Kingdom Art Book (The Legend of Zelda)	From the TotK Collector's Edition. Mint
Tears of the Kingdom Poster (The Legend of Zelda)	From the TotK Collector's Edition. Mint
Portal 2 Wheatley LED Flashlight	Sealed

 

Cases/Boxes/Inserts	Condition
Chrono Trigger Manual	SNES, Slight Wear
Chrono Trigger Orange Border Map	Slight Water Damage, 2 Pin holes in the folds, frame optional
Chrono Trigger Green Border Map	Slight Water Damage
Disgaea 1 Rosen Queen Edition	Everything but the game
Dragon Ball Z Budokai Tenkaichi	Greatest Hits Artwork
Shantae Slip Cover	Limited Run Nintendo Switch 5 Game Slip cover with protector
Burnout Revenge	PS2 case and manual
Doom Eternal Steelbook	PS4 Sealed, no game
Dot Hack (.HACK) Infection	PS2 case and manual
Dot Hack (.HACK) Mutation	Empty Case only
Dot Hack (.HACK) Outbreak	PS2 case and manual
Dragonball Z Budokai Tenkaichi	PS2 Greatest Hits Case Only, damaged clips but artwork is in good shape
The Legend of Zelda Tears of the Kingdom Collector's Edition	Includes everything but the game
Metroid Dread Special Edition	Box only, damaged from shipping
God of War Chains of Olympus	Case and Manual Only
Gran Turismo 3 A-spec	PS2 case only, 'Not For Sale' version
Super Smash Bros Ultimate Nintendo Switch ConsoleBox Only	Empty Box, good condition
Animal Crossing Nintendo Switch Console Box Only	Empty Box, good condition
Pokemon Dialga & Palkia Switch Lite Box Only	Empty Box, good condition
Rival Schools Front Artwork	Just the front artwork
Fortnite Nintendo Switch Console Box Only	Empty Box, good condition
The Witcher III Wild Hunt	Empty Case, good condition
Tears of the Kingdom Steelbook (The Legend of Zelda)	From the TotK Collector's Edition. Empty Case, Mint
Witch's Wish Box	Empty Box, good condition

 

Freebies	Condition
Playstation 2 IDE Connector	Upgraded my HD Adapter to SATA, these are the old/leftover connectors.
Nintendo Switch Cart Caddy	3D Printed. Holds 16 carts. Can connect to an OEM dock.
Yoshi Mario Kart Keychain	Good
Small Jotaro Kujo Figure	3D Printed. From Jojo's Bizarre Adventure All-Star Battle-R
Large Jotaro Kujo Figure	3D Printed. From Jojo's Bizarre Adventure All-Star Battle-R
2 Cartridge DS Travel Case	2 Cartridge DS Travel Case
4 Cartridge DS Travel Case	4 Cartridge DS Travel Case
Wonderswan Display Stand	3D Printed. Does not fit Wonderswan Crystal
Lavos Figure	3D printed in PLA Wood Filament. Not my model, found on thingiverse.

 

Wants	Console
Kid Icarus Uprising AR Cards: AKDE-025 AKDE-039 (Will consider others)	None
Asheron's Call Memorabilia	PC
Game & Watch Devices (Excluding 35th Mario & Zelda editions)	G&W
Trip World	GB
Classic NES Series: Excitebike	GBA
Classic NES Series: Dr. Mario	GBA
Classic NES Series: Pac-Man	GBA
Kirby Tilt 'n' Tumble	GBA
Pokemon Puzzle Challenge	GBC
R.O.B. Accessories	NES
Yo Noid	NES
Pirates Of Dark Water	SNES
Chrono Trigger Box/Inserts	SNES
Marvel Super Heroes War of the Gems	SNES
Ribbit King	NGC
Mario Wonder Cards/Pins Pre-Order Bonuses	None
Metal Gear Acid	PSP
Racing Lagoon	PS1
Parasite Eve 2	PS1
Red Ninja (Art/Manual)	PS2
Night Warriors Darkstalkers Revenge (Case & Manual Only)	Saturn
Wonderswan Games	Wonderswan
DS Download Station 1-8,10,11,12,14,16,17,20	DS
Oni	PS2
Sega Master System Games	Master System
ROG Ally Extreme	PC

Last night around 10:00 PM, I was taking my dog for a walk through the neighborhood. We don't have a yard, so we have to walk her 3X per day so she can do her business. I always pick up after her, and people usually give a friendly wave when they see us. Not tonight.
My dog starts doing her duty at the edge of someone's yard while I stand on the street holding the leash. I'm starting to pull out my poop-bag when this woman comes running up to us yelling, "don't let your dog poop here!" I was surprised and weirded out, but I told her, "don't worry, I'm picking it up." She keeps getting closer to us, yelling, "NO! Don't let your dog poop on my property! My window is open and I don't want to smell it! Control your dog! Make your dog stop!"
My dog is mid-turd at the moment, so I explain that dogs don't work that way. I told her I can't stop her from pooping, but I will pick it up. The lady's not listening to me and just keeps getting closer to us, yelling about dog poop or something. My dog starts growling at her, so I warn her by saying, "Please don't get close to my dog, she does bite." Then the lady says "Okay I'm calling the cops! They gonna arrest you!" I say that's fine, and ask her to please go in her house and call the cops. She tries to enter her house but it seems whoever she lives with has locked her out of the house. I wonder why.
She starts running toward me again, and I again warn her that my dog will bite. My dog is growling and barking now, because dogs don't like screaming Karens in their face. Karen starts screaming at me to pick up the poop, and that she's calling the police to have me arrested, etc. I said, "Ma'am, I'll deal with that later. Right now, your hostile behavior is creating an unsafe situation for me and my dog, so we're going to leave now." She starts screaming profanities, calling me names, and chasing after me. I just continue to walk away, thinking it will end there.
Nope, she continues to follow me down the street. I hear her yelling into her phone at the police to come arrest me. I hear her telling them I "threatened her with dog bite (she has a thick Asian accent)." I just keep walking, knowing the cops are telling her to go home and they'll deal with it later (never).
She continues to walk behind me at about a 15 foot distance. She's now yelling in another language at someone who I assume is the person who locked her out of the house. I hope she'll stop following me eventually so I can go home. I don't want her to see where I live, so I take several detours, but she just keeps following be from 15 feet away. I don't have my phone, so I can't call for help. I decide to head into the downtown area to find someone to help.
This lady followed me almost a mile into town. From 15 feet away, she just silently followed me walking my dog through neighborhoods, business districts, and across the highway into town. She had her phone out, recording me. I was getting really annoyed and made it to a busy bar with 5 young men standing outside. Unfortunately, they're all speaking in a foreign language as well. I turn around and tell the lady to stop following me. She starts yelling "You follow me back my house for police to arrest you! You threaten me dog bite! Follow me now! Police want arrest you!" I told her, sure, I'll follow you. You lead the way. She almost fell for it, but she saw me try to slip away and turned around and started her whole yelling thing again. The young men outside the bar just kept talking amongst themselves.
I continued walking through town with the lady following, recording me on her phone. I finally ran into a woman who approached me with a very concerned look on her face. I said, "can you please help me, this lady has been following me for over an hour." The nice lady said, "I know, I've been watching this go on for a minute." She confronted the Karen, telling her to leave me alone. The nice lady looked at me and said, "Just go... "
So while Karen was busy yelling at the nice lady about how my dog pooped or whatever, I just started running. I ran through a couple businesses and onto a back street and managed to lose Karen. I walked a full MILE back to my house and locked the door behind me.
I don't know what kind of crazy that was. All I know is that I feel REALLY bad for whoever was inside that house with the doors locked. I hope they're ok :-\

Background: This is a follow-up to this post, this is the initial ultrasound report:

"Palpable lesion at the 9:00 radian right breast measuring 17 mm. This is favoured to represent a fibroadenoma however the surface margins are slightly irregular, and ultrasound-guided biopsy is recommended for pathologic confirmation"

The description said my little pal was hypoechoic, irregular, unoriented, rough, slightly lobulated and vascular. All bad signs, right? While waiting for the biopsy I was spiralling badly, crying every day and thinking I had breast cancer at 24 (which is rare, but it happens). After getting the biopsy back, it came out as a fibroadenoma with usual ductal hyperplasia.
They gave me the option to 'watch it' every 6 months, or taking it out. Since the fibroadenoma grew a few mm in the week between the US and the biopsy, I decided to get it taken out before it got bigger and started to hurt.
My initial measurements were 17 x 14 x 11 and after the surgery they were 33 x 23 x 14 mm. It grew quite a bit in 2 months. I didn't know it at the time, but I was pregnant. I didn't know among other things because I had an IUD and I wasn't getting any periods, the pregnancy was ectopic and I ended up needing emergency surgery because I was dying, but that's another story.
The Surgery: It was very simple and straightforward, the whole thing took around 20 minutes at most. It was done under local anesthesia, so I was fully awake.
The surgeon touched the fibroadenoma area and drew a small line with a pen, 1-2 inches or so. He then proceeded to numb my tit (roughly as painful as the biopsy), and started cutting the area.
I didn't look at it, but essentially he 'dug' into the breast tissue, located the fibroadenoma, sectioned it and removed it. On my end, that involved a lot of strange sensations and some discomfort. Nothing quite prepares you to feel they're pulling your breast, I felt like my tit was being stretched like an elastic band, but it actually wasn't! I heard flesh cutting noises which was quite horrifying (if you do this, bring headphones with you).
After it was done, he stitched me with dissolvable stitches and I saw my little pal, Melvin, which looked like a mix between a frozen white shrimp and a chicken McNugget. The US made my tumor sound horrifying, but the surgeon said it didn't look like anything 'fun' or suspicious, but just in case, he'd send it to pathology to confirm biopsy. The second biopsy confirmed the initial diagnosis, a simple fibroadenoma.
The recovery has been smooth, after the surgery I was told not to shower for 24h and not to do heavy lifting for 1-2 weeks. The post-surgery didn't really hurt, I didn't even need to take painkillers. I got a yellow bruise which makes it look like Jackie Chan kicked me in the tit, but the bruise is not as gnarly as the biopsy one. I will have a follow-up with the surgeon next week to confirm I'm good to heavy lift and check the healing, but so far, it looks like this is over for now.
I will keep checking my breasts every month (not too often ladies! Otherwise changes are hard to notice) and if I find another lump I will get it checked out. Fibroadenomas are very common, that's what the surgeon told me, some women just get one and done whereas others have multiple and they just watch them.
In my case, taking it out was the right choice because it was growing pretty fast, possibly partly influenced by the pregnancy hormones. If I had waited 6 months, it'd have been bigger, the scar more noticeable and it'd probably have been causing pain.
Some pointers:

• Breasts can be full of lumps, and most of the time they're harmless, but it's important to be familiar with your breasts because that's when you can spot concerning changes. Peace of mind is worth spending a few extra minutes in the shower once a month checking your breasts (don't check them too often, spotting changes is harder that way.
  
• Don't read too much into the lump characteristics, I had all the weird, 'bad signs' but the radiologist thought it was a fibroadenoma, and it was just a fibroadenoma (confirmed twice by pathology)
  
• If you take the 'wait and watch' approach, there is a possibility the lump grows and you need it taken out anyway, but with a bigger scar than it'd have been 6 months earlier
  
• Even if your lump turns out to be the bad C, please don't despair, within all the shittiness, it's still one of the most researched forms of cancer and treatment options are getting better and more effective by the day.