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I (44f) returned my birthday gift to my mother yesterday. My mother is narcissistic, toxic, dramatic, manipulative, and cruel. She has treated me like crap my whole life by always putting me last, and I have seen her celebrate other female family members like my cousins or her daughter in laws by spending time with them and being kind to them. She treats me opposite. She refuses to spend any time with me. It’s awful.
Last week, she wanted to take my son out who is 5 to buy his birthday gifts to make sure his clothes fit and his birthday is in June. I refused. I’ve asked her to take me out shopping for shoes, and she says to go to the store, pick them out, and then leave them with the cashier. Then, phone her and she will buy them. Okay. Or to send her what I want. She never does anything with me.
Also, I am plus size. No shame is this. I have lost 60 pounds. She’s aware of this because I told her. Every birthday or holiday, she buys me clothes from the same store for 20 years which she thinks I should wear and they are always too big for me. She buys me shoes and sandals I don’t wear. However, she always buys my husband, my sons, my sister in laws whatever they ask for. For me, it’s never what I ask for or want.
Last week, she asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I said I would like money even $20 because I am going on vacation this summer. She said no and she was buying me clothes from the same stores and would include receipts. I told her not to buy them because I wouldn’t wear them. It’s a waste of money. She didn’t listen to me again and bought them.
I gave her flowers on Friday for Mother’s Day with a nice card. This is what she asked for. So, she dropped my gift off yesterday when I wasn’t even home. She never thanked me for the flowers and ignored me on Mother’s Day. I opened the gift and it was clothes that don’t fit and shoes I don’t wear. So, I left the gift at her door with the receipts. No explanation.
I got a phone call last night at ten. She left me a voice mail calling me a disgusting b$tch and she was telling all her sisters I returned the gift. Then, she called me a horrible mother and she would go to cps because my kids don’t know how to talk to her. My preteens don’t want to talk to her. She embarrassed them and my one son sees how she treats me with his own eyes and doesn’t want to be around her. I’m not going to force him. She said I’m ruining her relationships with her daughter in laws. I don’t see the at all- her dils.
So, Aita for leaving the gift at her door with receipts? She said I wouldn’t be getting the $400 back she would get once she returned the gifts which I don’t want obviously.
Extra note: I went through ivf to have my youngest child. She wanted me to do gender selection and she is Catholic. She wanted me to have a girl. I refused. I ended up with my son and when she found out he was a boy she says it was the worst day of her life and she would never accept him. I also started bleeding with him 3 months into the pregnancy and almost lost him. She was shopping with my sol 10 minutes from the doctor. She refused to come and see if I was ok.

hello name is david hobby unity game dev generalist , made about 40 small games past 5 years mostly for week long game jams , wiped out my portfolio recently to start fresh and just make games i would find enjoyable to work on and enjoyable to play with a bit more meat on the bones , do a bit of everything except 3d modelling mostly do pixel art / ui and game design
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_MwoPGEeS0 game i made in a week with a musician on here
looking to join a team or team up with some one who wants to make 2d pixel art games or 3d horror game, been finding game dev lonely lately and want to team up with others who enjoy making games and communicating but been finding alot of people try to create a robotic process seeing it as a exchange of assets and not really talking to each other about the project at hand just so they have something for a portfolio to get into the industry i just like making games as a hobby .
if there is anyone who just wants to make small scoped games as a passionate hobby and not just seeing it as something for a portfolio or revshare without a revshare contract with strangers over the internet i would be willing to team up with those who have a bit of determination to make games in there spare time as long as the project does not have overscope and we are on the same page with the mechanics and visual consistency
genres interested in : arcade games , roguelikes/lites , tower defence , action games , small rpgs , experimental games , cozy games
genres not interested in : rts , full on puzzle games , simulation games
what can i do : C # programming , visual fx , sound fx , pixel art , game design and level design animation some sound fx and atmospheric synthwave
simple man just want to enjoy the process of making a game with those who communicate and are on the same page when it comes to a relaxed stress free work flow where we can enjoy what we make
usually make games for windows pc if we like that results of the game we can spend some additional time working on it adding more content and polish or join a game jam or fake game jam
time zone is ( EDT )
if that interest you here is my discord : dawnofthedave
feel free to message me to discuss it

TL/DR: How do I stop the Siege of Krezk from becoming a boring and mindless hack and slash?
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Hello, I'll try and be brief on this but bear with me. The siege of Krezk is going to be a pivotal part of my Curse of Strahd campaign, I want it to feel that way. But I'm not entirely sure on how to prevent this becoming a boring combat mess. I know I need to make 'mini missions' that aren't always combat focused but I have no ideas. There should be lulls in the battle so the players have a break and so on and so on. But my problem is that I don't know how to do this stuff, I'm low on ideas and I really want to nail this for my group.
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• Context

I am the DM of a group that is pretty much at the endgame of Curse of Strahd. My party of two players (both martial classes & level 10) have left the Amber Temple with the Sunwsord in hand and have made it to Krezk to then go kill Strahd. But this is CoS, nothing goes to plan.
Strahd has summoned the army that he conquered Barovia with centuries ago, assigned Anastrasya as commander so that he can seize Ireena (who is at Krezk). The army was at Vallaki (Watcher has control of that town) and now is marching towards Krezk. They'll march slow, hoping Krezk will be consumed by terror and make an easy victory. (Strahd's plan is for Krezk to be consumed by the siege and he can go in and 'save' Ireena).
But my party is trying to make sure that doesn't happen. While they head off to Argynvostholt to get some help (I have separate plans for that), the people of Krezk will prepare for the siege with basic training from the town guard and moving everyone to the empty abbey, a more defendable location (the party murdered the Abbot previously).
The next couple sessions will be them preparing for the siege. But afterwards is where my issue lies.
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• The Siege of Krezk Help

I have watched some videos and read things on how to run sieges. I know that it is best to avoid loads of combat and make it quick and fast with the party having small missions to complete (eg. getting from one side of the battlefield to the other to deliver a message about the undead attack on the right flank)
This is my problem. I don't have enough ideas for these 'mini quests' during the siege (like the one above). I don't know how to make sure the whole thing doesn't turn into a huge combat mess (eg. the walls being toppled very quickly with the entire army in the abbey). I'm not sure how to make sure the party/besiegers have a fairish fight.
I also want some other things in my back pocket during the waves (it can't be a constant force of undead realistically to be fun). What could this include? Helping injured fighters, keeping lookout etc.
I'm also struggling on what monsters I can use. I want things that Strahd would have used when he originally conquered Barovia. I suppose I could use an Ogre statblock for an undead solider but I need more ideas. What monsters could be re-skinned to be part of a besieging army force?
Whatever happens I know the players will eventually break free of Krezk and find Anastrasya and kill her (she is the literal 'brain' of the operation, without her the undead are easy pickings). Volenta will also be running about during the siege, providing a fun mini boss for the party to handle. But I need to fill in the time before with something that is enjoyable.
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• Help, please..

I don't want this is be boring for my players. I know I need a rigid-ish plan of the siege (attackers here, then there, then party deals with this problem then that issue). What I really need is some advice on how to run the siege, some interesting monsters, how to keep it flowing and ideas for the 'mini quests' I mentioned beforehand.
Any and all advice is greatly appreciated. Thanks for listening to my ramble.

This is the one score challenge that alludes me when everything else has been cake. I want something replicate-able heading into the last two weeks.
How is your team setting up an ideal situation to not only DPS Atraks but eliminate the tormentor efficiently.
I’m talking about last servitor floor kill, how many go up. All that stuff.
We forced tormentor top last night and got him to half health but we were in last stand so just went with the kill instead. Any help or pointers would be appreciated.

I feel like i’m getting the runaround. My previous Coach transferred to morning shift. I asked her to fix my schedule because for 3 weeks i was scheduled for Sunday and Monday’s(not my availability. I work tues-sat overnight). I was told she can’t change the schedule and to just not come in. Just work Wednesday and Thursday even though it says i’m not scheduled and that my points would be took care of by my lead. One night i’m on the clock and realized after a while i don’t have access to any of my logins. i let my lead know and he just like “oh i forgot about your points. let me go fix it” but by that time it was too late. i realized i’ve been terminated and i’ve been home for week now missing out on money. He calls and tells me that i still have my job, it just takes a minute to register back into the system. I call and he tells me he needs to check with our people lead but somehow keeps missing her. But i don’t know, something feels off and i don’t know what to do. Help please!

My boyfriend has been into watches recently. He already has three on his rotation, but he always adjusts the time each use. And our anniversary is coming in a few days so I wanted to give him one that doesn't need winding. Based on my research, both Casio and Seiko are good brands for my budget, but I’m not sure what to get.
Can you recommend a good watch that’s available on Shopee or Lazada that’s <6k? TYSM.

It was a winter morning, and I was standing on the railway station of Adityapur, one of Asia’s largest industrial hubs in the outskirts of Jamshedpur, formally known as TATANAGAR, the city known for TATAs & their steel. I updated my current whereabouts to my mother just before boarding the Tata-Gua passenger train, sounding her on my expected time to reach home. I was visiting home after 2 months, the longest interval in the 3.5 years at NIT Jamshedpur due to my business around hosting the first alumni meet of NIT Jamshedpur and a 15-day train travel across India through Jagriti Yatra. I was just carrying my laptop bag as it was a usual 2/3-day trip and I just had my Compaq laptop, a change of clothes & charger to be precise beside my small blue denim wallet & a Samsung smart phone. In 2012, smart phones were just stepping in and my brother-in law was generous enough to lend it to me to take pictures of the places I visit & the events I attend during Jagriti Yatra. Jagriti Yatra is a train ride across India with 600 yatris from different countries, different walks of life who embark on this journey to learn about various social & business enterprise. In that day’s train journey, I was travelling with a batchmate who would get down 2 stations before mine. We’d travel together many times during the four years, and we’d always take the morning train instead of the evening one. It was a passenger train which was always very crowded, and it passed through many small stations in that belt which were dimly lit, these stations were primarily existing to connect industries to the mining towns of Noamundi, Barbil, Jhinkpani and had goods trains plying with iron ore, limestone, cement, so evening trains seemed unsafe for girls travelling alone. Jhinkpani was a small town in that belt with a cement factory, ACC Cements, and a residential township for it. My dad had booked the station trip which was a Maruti Van to ply the resident of the colony from station to the colony which was around 3 kms away & there was no public transport available in this route. I was waiting to board the train all excited to show my parents the pictures of the Yatra clicked on the borrowed smart phone, I’d also met my sister and niece at Visakhapatnam while we visited Akshaya Patra mega kitchen and I remember getting clicked a cute photo of me holding my niece at the station but my excitement was short lived as soon as I kept the phone in the small zipper pocket of my laptop bag. I was modestly dressed in a kurta and leggings, without pockets of-course, pockets are a recent phenomenon in women’s Indian clothing. So, my phone and wallet were always kept in the bag.
As I boarded the train along with around 20 other people from that gate, I felt a sudden force pulling me back, but I managed to steer my way inside but with an eerie feeling, I quickly reached out to check the tiny pocket immediately only to find that both the wallet & the borrowed phone were gone. A shiver ran up my spine and I started to feel numb. There was Rs 200 in cash in that wallet which was a month of pocket money, my SBI ATM card and college i-card. Now, having zero cash, no phone I went about near the gate to see if I can find it, I spoke to couple of people but barely anyone knew Hindi, and it struck me real hard that reaching home was my single motto now. Although scared that I would be scolded by parents for being reckless, I had a sinking feeling as to how would I break this news to my sister & my brother-in-law whose smart phone I’d lost, what would I do about all the lost contacts that I’d woven so meticulously while organizing the alumni meet, what of the memories that I’d captured during the Yatra. My brain started to fizzle with all these entrapping thoughts when my friend shook me to bring me back to the dreaded train which was my reality then and I started planning my next course of action. I first called my mother from my friend’s phone to tell her about the loss, she comforted me and then she informed my dad to arrange a vehicle from the station, the trip was booked but it’d sometimes leave passengers if there are more people than capacity or not turn up due to technical glitch in the age old van that was used. My friend got down at Chaibasa and my heart started racing more as people around me in the train knew my situation and vulnerability and I tried to pose a strong and confident front. The train took more than 20 minutes to travel 17 kms but for me it seemed like ages, the sight of Jhinkpani station never made me so relieved. I quickly deboarded the train, holding on to my bag tightly this time and found a friend waiting there in his Maruti 800. He happened to have met my dad while coming to the station for a personal work and my dad asked him to pick me as well. I finally reached home travelling without a phone and a penny in pocket, my mom was so glad to see me safe and sound. I was taken aback a little to see her overtly calm demeanor at the face of such an adversary and having no concern whatsoever for my lost phone or the wallet. She prayed and thanked God for my safe return and narrated about her dream which she saw about me the previous night. She was very disturbed by it, and she’d been praying from dawn that day for my well-being as the dream was a very bad omen for me. She felt relieved that it was only few items that were lost, and I was completely unharmed. Mother’s love manifests in mysterious ways I thought while gobbling on my favorite sambar, rice that afternoon. Meanwhile, my dad deactivated my ATM card and arranged an old makeshift phone for me to be used in the remaining two months of college. When I sit back to think, I always think about my mother’s reaction and feel relieved that it happened, may be a way to appease myself of the guilt of not thinking through that somebody must have noticed me putting the phone in the small pocket and chanced upon it in the crowd while boarding. To compensate for the loss of phone, I gifted my sister with a digital camera after I started earning 4 months down from this incident. From then on, I never kept anything valuable in such obvious places in public while I maneuvered my ways in Delhi’s metro or the local trains of Mumbai, in the buses of Visakhapatnam or in the streets of Paris. I hold my wallet tight and my phone close.

at this point i’m almost upset at my parents for raising me to be a considerate person because i feel like i’m naturally always thinking about my impact on my neighbors and the favor is not returned.
my roommate and i moved into a 2 bed apartment a few months ago. it’s a duplex so we only share one wall with another unit. i chose the bedroom that shares the wall with the other unit. i am massively regretting that choice. we didn’t know until a week after move-in that the walls are paper thin and i can hear everything that goes on in the bedroom that i share a wall with.
a few days ago, our neighbor who i will call maria, starts blasting music at 12 AM. my bedroom wall is vibrating. i myself had just gotten back from a night out and wasn’t really trying to sleep that instant so it was fine. but then 1:30 AM came around. then 2:30 AM. i went over to their side of the building and knocked on the door to ask them to either shut it off or take it to their living room. they don’t answer the door. i knock about 5 more times. made a point to knock when i heard music pause or switch over so i knew they could hear me. never got her to answer.
i had no choice but to text our landlord. weirdly he responded instantly even though it was almost 3AM. he called and texted her. he also told me to call the police which i really didn’t appreciate. it says explicitly in our lease that you can’t make a bunch of noise after 10PM so he had plenty of power to do something himself. anyway, the music did stop a few moments later. but maria continued to talk at a daytime/outside talking volume with her friend. they also facetimed multiple people and shot the shit with them as if it were 4 PM and not 4 AM. absolutely ridiculous knowing that they have a living room they can call people in, that does not share any walls with our unit. literally the one place in their apartment where they need to be neighborly, they are choosing to be un-neighborly in. it’s so frustrating because taking calls in another room is naturally what i would do, knowing how thin the walls are. i wouldn’t have to be told to do that.
the next day, she starts playing music again around noon. same absurd volume as it was the prior night. she’s also going live on instagram with several people at a time, arguing, joking, freestyle rapping with them all while her shitty ass music is blasting. its a good time to mention she also considers herself a musician so she makes beats and “raps” and sings over her stuff. i know all of this because 1) she’s always talking so fucking loud and 2) our walls are so thin that i can make out every word she says.
this goes on for 6 hours. it’s the daytime so i can’t really complain to the landlord about it, but it’s insane to me that someone who just got a noise complaint would continue the same behavior not even 12 hours later. daytime or not.
i lost it and connected my own speaker to my laptop and start blasting a random playlist. i leave my apartment for 2 hours with the speaker still going. by the time i came back she had stopped with her music.
i thought she might have gotten a hint but i was wrong. she came home that night at 2AM and started facetiming random people and talking/laughing/squealing at normal daytime volume. again, she can do this in her living room but doesn’t for some reason. i turn on my brown noise and try to get back to sleep.
next day (this past afternoon). she’s doing her instagram live thing again but her music is significantly quieter. so i guess she understands after my turn blasting music that i’m super fucking annoyed. but she still talks to random people on speaker phone for hours. i let it go and work from my living room during the day.
and finally, tonight. she comes home at 2am and starts facetiming/talking to people on speakerphone, laughing, stomping etc. this is the THIRD night she’s generally kept me from falling asleep, and the second night she’s specifically woken me up out of my sleep with her talking. literally zero consideration for the fact that its the middle of the night when she’s on the phone, slamming her drawers closed, stomping, dropping shit on her floor.
i was raised to be conscientious of how my behavior is affecting others. maybe my mom was a bit overboard but she even trained us not to slam doors/cabinets/toilet lids. my roommate is the same. so my neighbor gets to have roommates that never make a sound while they slam shit and laugh and make terrible music into oblivion.
also lastly i want to note how this behavior has sprung up out of nowhere. she has never woken me up out of my sleep or played music this loud and for this long before, let alone for 3 days in a row. a week ago i heard her screaming in their bathroom about a man not treating her right. so to jump to a conclusion with the little context i have, she’s going through some personal shit and making my life miserable in the process.
i just need to get this out there because it’s 4:30 AM, i was sound asleep until she woke me up at 2 and talked on the phone until 3:30. i haven’t been able to get back to sleep and i’m angry as fuck about it.

What are the most "compact" Depeche Mode song segments?
A "compact" segment is a short segment (less than 10 seconds) which strongly emphasizes two contrasts. One after another, not simultaneously.
I'm talking about contrasts in pitch (highelower notes), note duration (shortelonger notes) and attack density (how many new notes are played per second).
Non-DM example: Eleanor Rigby (first 14 seconds). There's a ~7 seconds long motif. First ~5 seconds establish a contrast between long notes of different pitch. Next ~2 seconds are short notes, contrasting with the long ones & with each other.

Positive examples:

Precious, e.g. 0:09 - 0:19. There's a contrast in pitch (established in first 9 seconds of the track). Then there adds another contrast, in note density / loudness ("TUDUDUM").
Free, e.g. first 10 seconds. There's a contrast in pitch. Then there's a stronger contrast in pitch or a contrast in loudness.
Introspectre. There's at least three instruments (or three clusters of notes) which contrast with each other.

Negative examples:

Suffer Well, e.g. 0:12 - 0:27. Only contrast in pitch (highelower notes) is emphasized.
A Pain That I'm Used To, first 17 seconds. Only contrast in pitch (high/low) is emphasized.
John the Revelator, e.g. 0:05 - 0:20. Only contrast in pitch (high/low) is emphasized enough.

I auditioned for a musical last night. There was a dance portion, then a singing portion, then script reading. A long night for me, but I was excited. I’ve been looking for things to get involved with to gain new experiences. I knew I’d do fine with the singing portion and thought the dancing would be a good challenge for me.
The audition was full of college students who were so beautiful and fit. I’m a 31 year old woman who works for a school.
I was, by far, the worst one there. The dancing was so incredibly hard, even while the choreographer taught the steps. I only followed along with everyone by watching others while we danced. But then we got to the actual dance audition and I had no one to follow along with.
I was very bad. However, I kept up the smiles and complimented others on their auditions. I’m proud I went, but cried all the way home.
It’ll take some time but I think I’ll try again, but for a show with less dancing.

It was a winter morning, and I was standing on the railway station of Adityapur, one of Asia’s largest industrial hubs in the outskirts of Jamshedpur, formally known as TATANAGAR, the city known for TATAs & their steel. I updated my current whereabouts to my mother just before boarding the Tata-Gua passenger train, sounding her on my expected time to reach home. I was visiting home after 2 months, the longest interval in the 3.5 years at NIT Jamshedpur due to my business around hosting the first alumni meet of NIT Jamshedpur and a 15-day train travel across India through Jagriti Yatra. I was just carrying my laptop bag as it was a usual 2/3-day trip and I just had my Compaq laptop, a change of clothes & charger to be precise beside my small blue denim wallet & a Samsung smart phone. In 2012, smart phones were just stepping in and my brother-in law was generous enough to lend it to me to take pictures of the places I visit & the events I attend during Jagriti Yatra. Jagriti Yatra is a train ride across India with 600 yatris from different countries, different walks of life who embark on this journey to learn about various social & business enterprise. In that day’s train journey, I was travelling with a batchmate who would get down 2 stations before mine. We’d travel together many times during the four years, and we’d always take the morning train instead of the evening one. It was a passenger train which was always very crowded, and it passed through many small stations in that belt which were dimly lit, these stations were primarily existing to connect industries to the mining towns of Noamundi, Barbil, Jhinkpani and had goods trains plying with iron ore, limestone, cement, so evening trains seemed unsafe for girls travelling alone. Jhinkpani was a small town in that belt with a cement factory, ACC Cements, and a residential township for it. My dad had booked the station trip which was a Maruti Van to ply the resident of the colony from station to the colony which was around 3 kms away & there was no public transport available in this route. I was waiting to board the train all excited to show my parents the pictures of the Yatra clicked on the borrowed smart phone, I’d also met my sister and niece at Visakhapatnam while we visited Akshaya Patra mega kitchen and I remember getting clicked a cute photo of me holding my niece at the station but my excitement was short lived as soon as I kept the phone in the small zipper pocket of my laptop bag. I was modestly dressed in a kurta and leggings, without pockets of-course, pockets are a recent phenomenon in women’s Indian clothing. So, my phone and wallet were always kept in the bag.
As I boarded the train along with around 20 other people from that gate, I felt a sudden force pulling me back, but I managed to steer my way inside but with an eerie feeling, I quickly reached out to check the tiny pocket immediately only to find that both the wallet & the borrowed phone were gone. A shiver ran up my spine and I started to feel numb. There was Rs 200 in cash in that wallet which was a month of pocket money, my SBI ATM card and college i-card. Now, having zero cash, no phone I went about near the gate to see if I can find it, I spoke to couple of people but barely anyone knew Hindi, and it struck me real hard that reaching home was my single motto now. Although scared that I would be scolded by parents for being reckless, I had a sinking feeling as to how would I break this news to my sister & my brother-in-law whose smart phone I’d lost, what would I do about all the lost contacts that I’d woven so meticulously while organizing the alumni meet, what of the memories that I’d captured during the Yatra. My brain started to fizzle with all these entrapping thoughts when my friend shook me to bring me back to the dreaded train which was my reality then and I started planning my next course of action. I first called my mother from my friend’s phone to tell her about the loss, she comforted me and then she informed my dad to arrange a vehicle from the station, the trip was booked but it’d sometimes leave passengers if there are more people than capacity or not turn up due to technical glitch in the age old van that was used. My friend got down at Chaibasa and my heart started racing more as people around me in the train knew my situation and vulnerability and I tried to pose a strong and confident front. The train took more than 20 minutes to travel 17 kms but for me it seemed like ages, the sight of Jhinkpani station never made me so relieved. I quickly deboarded the train, holding on to my bag tightly this time and found a friend waiting there in his Maruti 800. He happened to have met my dad while coming to the station for a personal work and my dad asked him to pick me as well. I finally reached home travelling without a phone and a penny in pocket, my mom was so glad to see me safe and sound. I was taken aback a little to see her overtly calm demeanor at the face of such an adversary and having no concern whatsoever for my lost phone or the wallet. She prayed and thanked God for my safe return and narrated about her dream which she saw about me the previous night. She was very disturbed by it, and she’d been praying from dawn that day for my well-being as the dream was a very bad omen for me. She felt relieved that it was only few items that were lost, and I was completely unharmed. Mother’s love manifests in mysterious ways I thought while gobbling on my favorite sambar, rice that afternoon. Meanwhile, my dad deactivated my ATM card and arranged an old makeshift phone for me to be used in the remaining two months of college. When I sit back to think, I always think about my mother’s reaction and feel relieved that it happened, may be a way to appease myself of the guilt of not thinking through that somebody must have noticed me putting the phone in the small pocket and chanced upon it in the crowd while boarding. To compensate for the loss of phone, I gifted my sister with a digital camera after I started earning 4 months down from this incident. From then on, I never kept anything valuable in such obvious places in public while I maneuvered my ways in Delhi’s metro or the local trains of Mumbai, in the buses of Visakhapatnam or in the streets of Paris. I hold my wallet tight and my phone close.

Hello everyone
I am currently around gold/plat in the voltaic benchmarks. I just started practicing with the VDIM method. I have been watching a lot of videos talking about different senses training different aspects of your aim. I am currently using 35/100cm sens in kovaaks and this is roughly what i use in my main game (apex).
To try and aim the different aspects (arm,wrist and so on) i was thinking about switching my sens up every week and going through the seven VDIM days. Then switch it up again. I was thinking about trying ranges from 25/100cm to 45/100cm.
Do you guys think this makes sense or is there a better method to switch up sensitivities? Maybe switch it up depending on scenario. Or do you think sticking to one main sens and practicing it is the better choice?
Any advice is very appreciated!

Hello guys! I recently decided to buy Nier Automata without any knowledge about it and i got hooked. It is one of the best games i've played in a while. I found out that there are books and an anime about it. Is it good to read any of the books or watch the anime before playing the game fully? I found "Long Story Short" and "Short Story Long" for 10€ each in a local bookstore. Are they worth it? I did some research around the internet and some people say they are not translated good. I wouldn't mind that too much, since English isn't my native language.

My favourite thing about my post is that every response (okay beside one or two) completely summarises their video.
I find it interesting that all the people who supposedly watched the video have made no responses to their points about how the standard of binary in this subreddit is completely white coded and Eurocentric. “Men can’t have long hair” - go ahead and tell a Sikh man that. “Men shouldn’t look feminine” go ahead and tell MANY tribes outside of your western binary standards that.
This space hates the fact that people are watching and calling out the toxicity that ABSOLUTELY exists here. I have managed to get away with saying absolutely anything in my responses and have purposely broken EVERY single rule in my responses and not a single moderator has said anything. You can get away with saying anything here which isn’t just “freedom of speech” it’s why people get away with misgendering and making EVERY other post about kids from the ages of 13-19. Every single boring “teenagers have red hair” post is most likely from someone who is over 30 (let’s be real most likely single) and it’s like why do you even care what children are doing? Get yourself on a dating app and you won’t be so miserable 😂
People saying “they are so cringe so I only watched 19 seconds” doesn’t make you interesting, you just highlight the fact you have low attention spans and can’t actually engage in something that immediately rattles you. The truth is you don’t want to engage or listen to anything because quite frankly it’s really embarassing being known as the group of trans people who spend their time bullying trans people. Maybe I suggest gaming as a more healthier past time?
Okay let the downvotes commence 🥱

I (F56) just broke it off with my bf (M62) of 5 years. We grew up together and reconnected later in life after divorces, kids, etc. His drinking was the issue and the underlying trauma, anger, grief, the booze was masking. My ex husband was a mean drunk. This guy, no, but one led to 4. There is alcholism in his family. I knew I didn't want to date a drinker again but there were so many good things.
I am so glad I left. I cut off contact and now am mending and healing. I'm so proud of myself for leaving despite there being fun and love. The drinking was always going to be there and I knew I didn't want that. I'm grateful to read other people's stories here. I'm going to meetings, I have my own therapist who is 100% supportive.
My fears in the night (It's always worse at night) are that I'll grow old alone. I never had kids, I have great friends and a good community. But I'd rather be single and alone than ever feel the loneliness life is being involved with a drinker. It's so lonely. I am free and I will heal. It just hurts in the short term. This is a death of sorts but from death comes rebirth. :-)

Hi , Since 10th May 2024 night my neighbour's dog is missing from near Essae Teraoka Private Limited koneripalli Hosur, on Hosur Krishnagiri highway. his name is Maverick one year old black male Doberman ,not wearing any collar.they asked locals and looked for him in every possible way but were not able to find him.Any help would be great. Contact Number: 918884000327 please message me for more details.

I know this might come off as a corny or sensitive vent post but, something about Bloodborne, when I play it, there’s the rush of fighting bosses and the sheer euphoria of beating one after so many tries, but when I’m just exploring the setting, talking to NPCs or reading item descriptions, this game fills me with genuine melancholy. Knowing that everyone present in Yharnam on the night of the hunt is likely to be killed or transformed, as well as the people themselves being aware of it is a horrible thing to see, their incense lanterns going out and the lights inside extinguishing, or telling Gascoigne’s daughter of the brooch found on her mother’s body only for her to be devoured by the pig, then her sister to commit suicide due to the loss of her entire family. There’s just so many things going on at once with no respite whatsoever, it leaves a sinking feeling almost every time I get off of it.
Anyways, that’s basically it, for anybody curious, I’m on my first playthrough and just beat rom, so please don’t spoil beyond that, seeing the amygdalas was the last straw before I had to get these feelings out I suppose.

My bf ‘35 M’ of 2 in a half years took me ‘29 F’ to eat breakfast on Mother’s Day. After we ate fished eating he realized he forgot his wallet. I wasn’t upset and told him it’s ok, I got it. He later suggested we go watch a movie but he passed out in the car so we went home and I told him to sleep. He worked 13 hours the night before so I wasn’t upset he was tired I understand why he’s so sleepy. During that time I cleaned the house and watch some videos on my phone. Later at 7pm I asked if we could go eat at my favorite spot and he said sure he looked for his wallet which were in his shorts and got ready. We ordered the usual and when it was time to pay, he said he forgot his wallet. I was silent but surprised because I saw him grab his wallet while getting ready but ok. I paid and we walked back to the car. During our ride home he was gloating about how it’s been a great Mother’s Day for him. A free breakfast and a good long nap and a free meal. How his cousins are gonna laugh about it when he tells them he made me pay for everything today. I got upset. I felt like a joke to him. The next morning he asked me what’s wrong that he put the money I spent yesterday in my purse. I took the money out and said to him that’s it’s not the money that I’m made about. It’s how he made fun of me and how instead of him apologizing, he made a joke out of it. He got made at me for being mad at him. Which one of us two is actually wrong here and why?

Hello. I'm using now Buofinity (not the XR) for the right eye and Biofinity Toric (also not XR) for the lefy eye. Actually, they are the best lenses I have used. I' wearing them from morning to the night and not feeling the actually at all!!! The problem is the toric ones is sometimes moving as it has standard toric lenses' base cirve and diameter (8.7/14.2), and this size is probably not suitable perfectly on my astigmatic eye. When toric lens is moving even a little, it is causing blurred vision as the lens place is crucial in toric lenses. I have to note that it is moving back to the right place by itself after around of 10 seconds.
Anyway, following this problem with the Biofinity Toric, I'm considering to move to Total 30 by Alcon. I have seen that a lot of users reported here about bad excperience with then. But their material is silicon hydrogel and their oxygen transmission rate is very high so they sbould be well. I can assume that they were wearing them inside out so it caused them pain and itchiness. Or they maybe didn't use dedicated eye drops for contact lenses before putting the lenses on the eyes.
So, There are users here that has good experience with them?

It was a mundane summer afternoon in 2002, the fan was in full swing but barely managing to dissuade the heat in a small TRT quarter of ACC Jhinkpani. We’d just wrapped the mat that four of us, we three sisters and mom would roll on in afternoons enjoying our dose of k serials and some of us falling asleep midway. There was our regular mama sparrow flying in and out through the window as she took care of her nest which housed her tiny babies. She built the nest with small twigs from our garden at a peculiar place, it was in a cavity that was formed due to a hole made in lower ceiling to put the fan. This was a regular affair at our house with small twigs strewn around the house and my mom sweeping them every day at twilight. That evening we heard a light crackling sound & a thump only to find a tiny little sparrow getting hit by the fan and falling in the middle of our living cum bedroom. The sight made our hearts melt as the baby sparrow lay there wounded & helpless twitching and twirling in pain, not able to find her mother around and in a far more lit area than the cavity where she spent the initial days of her life. I was too quick to pick it up to help her but not knowing what to do. She’d a bruise above her tiny feet which was bleeding. Then as a family we decided to provide first aid by applying turmeric paste, an antiseptic ingredient found in all Indian kitchens. And that’s how Piki made an entry in our family of six, mom, dad, grandma and we three sisters. And now we're seven. She quickly became the apple of our eyes. She recovered within a couple of days, and we were learning the tricks to feed her cooked rice by teaching her to open her cute mouth adequately. Her fav spot was to hop on my dad’s green lungi, a sarong sort of clothe item that men in South India would tie around their waist and let loose till the ankle. We’d teach her to fly by throwing her over to one another in a very small distance, enough for her to flutter her wings and making sure we catch her in time. She became our muse in a very short span. Everyone loved her to bits. We created a small nest for her to sleep in in a shoe box with grass properly placed to cushion her and a hole in the box for her to breathe. At night I’d place her in the box & cover her with the box lid to secure her. Her abode was placed just below my dad’s bicycle, a secluded & cozy area, not be to be disturbed by anyone in the morning. We also employed her to irritate my granny, we’d place her on her shoulder & she’d freak out. Her droppings were all over the house, on the bed, on dad’s lungi & of course our hands. But her cuteness more than compensated for this hassle, more so a little discomfort. However, our little companion could stay with us for a short stint of 25 days only, as one morning we didn’t find her in her nest, rather her feathers were strewn around it and we realized the dreadful end to her life, that night I forgot to place the lid over her nest & she became prey to a cat that would hog at our place in odd times. It’s been more than 20yrs since we found & lost Piki, but in the mundaneness of life she stills brings a smile and a little regret, what if I hadn’t forgotten to close the lid, what if the cat hadn’t turned up that day but also what if the baby sparrow didn’t get hurt & fall that day, what if the sparrow never laid her eggs in our ceiling cavity. There are ifs in both sides, so after all this while every time I feel sad for her loss but also glad that we could enjoy her.

Ever since we were little, we had made plans to go to Paris. I don't remember why, but our dream destination was Paris. We talked about it on sleepovers, and gave each other excited looks everytime a character spoke French on TV.
We graduated school, went to different colleges, did not talk to each other often, but when we met after, we fell back in step like the distance and lack of conversation did not matter, because that's how adult relationships are- You will not have the time to giggle about boys and Paris all day everyday anymore, that was my reasoning. And everyday, I regret not calling her up more often.
She married as soon as she graduated. Her husband was her long time boyfriend, and the best person ever for her. They had their first kid soon after, and life was so good with them all.
When her kid was 6 months old, they got into a brutal accident. My friend and her husband were killed on impact, but the baby survived with minor injuries.
Needless to say, I was devastated.
I got to know that I was listed by them as the baby's legal guardian. Her family only consists of her parents, who were ageing, and did not have the capacity to support a child anymore. They agreed with their child's decision.
Apart from the occasional babysitting I did for them, I had no clue how to take care of the baby, but I did not want her to end up in an orphanage either and so I took her in.
The first few months were hell. The baby did not understand her parents were gone, but she did feel their loss. Her cries and tantrums kept me up at night, it affected my work, my energy, and my health. I was in no way ready to be a caregiver, all while grieving the person I knew since kindergarten.
What other choice did I have? I stuck it out, and it gradually grew better. I got the hang of things, and worked hard to be a better mum. Of course, it wasn't always a breeze, and certain things still brought me to tears- like her baby calling me mumma, or her taking her first steps and her parents not being there to see it.
It's been 8 years since, and we're leaving for Disneyland Paris in 2 days. She knows I'm not her real mother, that we are not even related by blood, but we're doing very good. She still calls me mumma, and I consider her my own.
She's a happy, healthy kid, and I couldn't love her more. I'm still angry and sad over your loss, and I wish it didn't happened like this, but I am so glad she's my daughter, and that I'm such a huge part of her life. I hope you're okay with that Nimm?
I hope you can see yourself in her Nimm, I hope I've raised her well so far, and I will definitely let her have the lion's share of Hot chocolate, that was the deal between us wasn't it?