Warning: This is extremely long
I am writing this because I need to make it known my love for this girl. And there needs to be something in the world that shows my love. All the hours of sleep I have lost for this girl, who I will call Eve, were for naught and I need there to be something tangible of what we had. This is my story of her.
I first met Eve at a volunteer event for an see organization we both went to, 4 days of 5 hours of volunteering. I thought she was beautiful and I wanted to ask her out. As we were leaving on the very last day I asked. I told her I enjoyed talking to her and thought she was cool, I asked if she would want to hang out sometime. I was elated. I thought she had given me her number romantically. I was so happy that day, I had never felt such joy. I was potentially going to be in a relationship with this amazing and beautiful woman. I texted her that night, and we talked some. The next day I asked her on a date, if she wanted to go to a local aquarium with me. She told me that she had a boyfriend. My soul was crushed, I felt myself die a bit. I physically felt my joy leave, everything was gray again. I had fallen in love with her over the simple act of her giving me her phone number. I have longed for female connection and affection for so long that even a slight show of something that could be considered as romance made me adore her. And that shows how fucked up I am. I made some more small talk, nothing much. I tried to play it off as “oh yea that’s cool”, perhaps I could salvage a friendship for now, and wait until she did not have a boyfriend. I asked her if she wanted to do paintball for my Birthday, she couldn’t because her sister got injured as a kid from it. For the next 3 months I mourned. I was sad, I had fallen in love with this beautiful girl, but could not even attempt to be with her. Then in November I saw her at another event, I was so scared. I was too afraid to make contact with her. I saw her and was terrified, of scorn, of disgust. I was embarrassed. She walked past me once and I said hi, as a friend, but no response, perhaps she did not hear me. I avoided her for the next few hours. Eventually during a raffle at the end we made eye contact. It was very brief, barely a second. I looked away so fast. She was so breathtaking. Now I knew that she knew I was there, and she knew I knew she was there. I went home without any more contact. The next months were the same, sadness. Mourning the relationship I (thought I) almost had. Every day I thought about her. Every single day. Not 3 hours could pass without her crossing my mind. At night I would look at her on Instagram. Look at her pictures, it was nothing creepy, I just admired her beauty and longed for her. I saw her boyfriend, he was ugly and fat. I do not mean to be rude or hate, but she could do better. I am ugly, but I take care of myself, I was jealous of him. One day she posted her Junior prom pics with him, she was so beautiful. One day when I went to admire her pictures, I noticed something. She had taken his name from her bio, and deleted all her posts. They had broken up. I was elated, perhaps I had a chance. I needed to see her again, establish connection. I went to an event where she was going, I saw her, I tried to find a chance to say hello but we were all so busy and split into different groups, I didn’t get a chance. As the event ended it was late. It was dark and in a not desirable area of town, Eve was leaving and my mom was going to accompany her to her car and called me over to accompany her. I walked out and was with them, Eve was so beautiful, her smile made me melt inside. We made some small talk between the three of us as we walked for a minute or two, and then she got in her car and left. I was angry at myself and my situation, I should have talked to her more, put myself out there. I was beating myself up for it the rest of my time there and the ride home. But when I got home I was overjoyed, while I drove Eve had texted me. She said it was nice to see me at an event again, with a smiley face. We talked for a bit, texting back and forth. I was so happy to be talking to her again, and SHE initiated it. Mind you this is on the 8th of February. For the next week or so we texted, not a ton. She was busy, however I have noticed she uses that as an excuse to not reply, more on that later. Come Valentine’s Day it was nearing Junior Prom at my school, I had dreams of bringing her to it. I was hoping to try and do something in person with her and some friends over the weekend, where I could ask in person. However, on Valentine’s Day she posted on her Instagram story a gift she had received from a secret admirer. I was scared I would lose my opportunity, now I had competition. This rushed me. I called her that evening, I told her I wanted to ask in person but saw her story and felt rushed, i asked if she wanted to go to our Junior prom with me. She said that she wasn’t sure, and wanted a few days to get back to me. A few days later she responded, she could not go. She said that she was talking to someone else pretty seriously and didn’t want to go for that reason. I accepted this with grace, I respect her decision. Exactly one month later I ran into her at an event. We talked a bit, we worked by each other this time. She mentioned when we talked with some others as a group that she was going on a spring break trip to California. After the event ended and we had gone home I texted her later that evening. I said it was nice seeing her, and I hoped she enjoyed her break. She responded, I was scared she wouldn’t. Throughout all of this I have held an underlying belief she is weirded out by me, or wants me to screw off, I had asked her out twice, maybe I am just a creep to her. But she did respond. We talked for the next few days, she still took a long time to respond, over 12 hours usually. I get you’re busy, but let’s be honest, everyone checks their phone in that time. On the morning of break when my family was driving off for ours I got a text from her. She sent me sunrise pics from her trip she was on, and said she would send some more. We texted back and forth a bit then, and she said I should send her pics of my trip. I was so happy, she had sent me pictures and asked I send some. While they weren’t pictures of HER, they were still beautiful sunrise pics, and SHE sent them to me first. Over the course of spring break we talked, there was a large time difference so most of it was sending picture, asking or telling something, and responding to previous texts. But one day we were both sat down and we texted back and forth for a straight hour. She was giving me her time and attention, I felt as if she enjoyed talking to me. When break ended however it changed. She took more and more time to respond, hours to days. She said she was busy, but I knew the truth, you can check your phone over the course of 2-3 days and respond. I felt hurt and confused. She has given me so much time and we had talked so much over break but now I was being ghosted. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wrote her a long text, telling her how I felt about her and what we had going on. How she was the most beautiful woman in the world and how I love talking to her, and also how I was getting mixed signals for her. She responded and told me that at first she was texting for friendliness but began to like me as we talked, she said she would text me before her friends and that must mean something subconsciously. She was flattered and admired my persistence in asking her out, now she was open to going out with me to test the waters. I was overjoyed. However I am moving overseas, about 3 months from when this happened, and I told her that. Very unfortunate that when I get my chance it is cut short. We talked more, and planned a date. She never did tell me why she didn’t respond. It was wonderful, we talked a lot. Of course it was awkward at times, but it got better as it went. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was breathtaking, she had makeup on, but she looks even prettier without it. We talked about all sorts of things, and it all made me like her more. Same passion we wanted to go to college for, both love animals, both believe the same stuff. When the date ended, we went our separate ways. That has since been the last time I have seen her. When I got home she texted me she had a good time, I was so incredibly happy to see that. I hadn’t weirded her out, she hadn’t found me too unattractive to date. One day I posted a pic of me after winning a sports championship along with some others of my team on my story. I have never posted a pic of myself because I am self conscious, this was the first. She viewed my stories, and the only one she gave a like was of me. That made me feel so special, she liked the picture of ME. I was happy, we were still texting, she still took a while to reply, usually a day, but I was happy because I was going on dates with her. During the midst of planning a second, she stopped replying for a few days. When I was touring a college I got the message. She had felt nothing romantic on our date, only platonic. She enjoyed it she said, but felt no feelings for me. She wanted to go out again to solidify these feelings, and give me another chance but because I was moving she didn’t want to potentially start a relationship we would end in 2 months. She said she didn’t want to lead me on. I was heartbroken. I love her. This was the final nail in the coffin, it was over. We would not work out. I replied to her, said thank you for the honesty and wished her luck with life. I have been left on read. I don’t expect anything else, but a reply, a thank you for understanding, anything would be nice. I don’t want it to end. Any connection I can have with her I wanted. I don’t understand, I thought she liked me? While she did say she thought she had feelings, I understand that she may have changed how she felt after going out, but why would she do what she did? Why would she tell me she had a good time it she didn’t think it would work? I feel as if that just got my hopes up. It put me under the impression she liked me too. And why would she like my picture if she did not LIKE me? I am confused m, and I am sad. My situationship with her is done, and any contact is as well. I miss her, I want to be with her. I don’t understand what to do now. For the past year she has been my purpose. I have improved myself for her, cried for her, tried at life for her. Now I have nothing, no purpose. How can I go on when I have no purpose. She was my driving factor for all I did. I am empty now. I write this because I need people to know. I cannot let all I felt for her go unknown. I need to express my love for her somehow, it must be known, it not to her then to you all. I can not let all we had, even if it was really nothing for her and to outside perspective, it was so much to me. And a message I leave for her, if by some miracle she stumbled upon this and recognizes these events. Eve, I love you. I know that it is not reciprocated. I am sorry for loving you, when we together had so little. You are the most beautiful girl in the world, your heart is pure and your mind is sharp. Although I can not be with you I hold no hard feelings. I am not angry, because your feelings are valid, even if they are not what I wish you felt. I hope whatever happens to you in life you excel. I hope you find someone you love that loves you like I do. I will never forget you. Thank you for the chance you gave me, and your honesty and clear communication. Goodbye.

I'm newer to the hobby and currently about to finish my cycle on a 6 gal. My original plan was to not do CO2, but I'm really thinking I want to move forward with it to have a healthy and beautiful, heavily planted tank. I've been doing a ton of research and I think I'm at an impasse on what I should go with and was hoping for some advice...
With that said, I'm having trouble figuring out what CO2 tank/solution to go with, given I have VERY limited space. I know the easy answer is "just invest in a 20lb tank and swap at AirGas!", but that is out for me, as this is a desktop setup with very little room to work with. Even a 5lb tank would be too big for my setup goals, and would require a cabinet/storage solution under my desk.
In the interest of size and available space, I'm planning on using the UN Mini DS for my regulator as it's dual stage and seems to have good reviews with a lot of configuration options out of the box.
Options:

1. Disposable 95g Cartridges - Listed to last about 2 months each. Seems expensive and wasteful, but the smallest footprint option. I hate that this seems to be the easiest option for a small tank for those reasons but it being so small is a huge plus
2. Paintball Canisters - Seems impossible to find anywhere to have these actually refilled. Most shops seem to only refill at minimum, 5lbs tanks, then the same for swaps, has to be 5lbs. Paintball shops and stores deal mostly with compressed air, instead of actual CO2 so I'm not even sure how these can be a feasible option with refills being so difficult to find (as well as swaps).
3. DIY Kit - I don't believe this is for me due to maintenance needs and lack of solenoid options as I would want to go with something like the Fluval Bio CO2 kits for aesthics
4. 5lbs Tank - Last option as it would require me to move my entire office setup around to accommodate the tank. It's the easiest to refill, but I would imagine it would last years with a 6gal tank, so the ease of refill is pretty much lost as a pro for this option. I know they have 2.5lb tanks but I imagine this would be similar to the paintball canister issue where it would be tough to even get it refilled.

Does anyone have any opinions or experience on what might be the best/easiest given my small tank and space?

So me and my friends play paintball on each of our birthdays and I’m thinking about getting a paintball setup and I just wanna know if there’s anything I can get instead that would better I don’t know much about buying paintball gear so I’ve been watching videos. I’m planning on getting the Etha 3 with the ninja lite 68/4500 air tank and the dye ltr hopper. is there anything I should change?

Hey all. Vegan for 2 years here.
I do my best to stay in my lane and walk the walk, but there are times where I get so bummed to learn certain hobbies of mine are not entirely vegan, and I end up in this conflicted state where I have to decide whether to end hobbies which I am passionate about or to justify that my main walk is reducing contributions by a heavy amount and being okay with that.
For example, most importantly for me, I make my livelihood as a photographer. Wanting to dive deeper into the craft and origins, I purchased a film camera, began researching, shooting street photography and many other styles, and started adding film into my service packages as an add-on. Yesterday while at a museum, I'm looking through a photography exhibit and see that most of the images under the media part said, "gelatin print". This got me searching...and did you know that essentially ALL film isn't vegan? Gelatin is used as a part of the emulsion process (not even sure what that means), and while people have tried multiple vegan solutions, nothing works as good as gelatin does apparently. The article did state it's an absolute minimal amount used, but it still hurt to see that.
Another example, and one I'm not necessarily passionate about but do enjoy occasionally, is paintball. My friends and I were all planning a day to go play paintball recently (I even suggested and coordinated the idea) and I was explaining it to my wife because she's never gone but was also down (and is also vegan). I explained the paintballs and how they're encased in a thick coating, to which she intuitively asked, "...is it vegan..?" Turns out the answer is no. Also gelatin. I ended up not going and my friends went and had a blast without me.
These discoveries just bum me out. On multiple levels - thinking of the animals, thinking of losing experiences because I don't want to contribute, and generally upset that everything seemingly contains animal products. I don't eat or wear animal products, and go as far as participating in activism, canvassing, and photographing protests (definitely not with film now).
I think I'm at the point of overthinking and overstressing on trying to keep my footprint and contribution as little as possible, which is making me lose experiences that, even after discovering are not entirely vegan, have brought joy to my human experience until now. Is this selfish? Can anyone provide some insight or wisdom on how they overcome this spiral?

So the Sunday meeting was moved to Saturday, meaning today, And it will be a televised speech I believe (I wasn't interested in the announcements made last Sunday) My husband told his father that we will not go and will stay at home on Zoom because it's pointless for him to come if something is on TV. His father (who started speaking more than usual) and started saying that we should go and that we shouldn't stay at home because on zoom it might not be heard and interrupted. My husband told him he didn't want to come and I was surprised that he didn't insist anymore. On a Sunday before the meeting, my husband and I wanted to stay home on Zoom because he and his mother were not speaking anymore, and his father told him not to stay with that beard on his face and to go get a shave, but my husband told him that he was not going to come, BUT his father kept fucking insisting and said to come, not to be stupid and do what is right, he came a few times to the kitchen (pretending to throw away non-existent garbage, just to see if he convinced my husband to go) and in the end my husband fucking decided to go, PURE MANIPULATION.
I don't understand why them insists so much that my husband and I should be at the Kingdom Hall with him, I just feel like they just want to show off that we are a perfect family who adores Jehovah madly. I noticed that my husband's parents do not want to let him stray from this religion and want to pull him after them.
There was another situation where my husband and I wanted to go paintballing with some friends, so I made the huge mistake of telling his mother that we were going because she had made other plans for us to go cherry picking with them. I really regrettellingh her because all week she told us that we shouldn't go because it's a gun thing and we should have organized a family outing. Once she even asked me: WILL (MY HUSBAND'S NAME) NOT FEEL GUILTY WHEN HE SHOOTS WITH THOSE GUNS? I was so fucking shocked that she was thinking about that thing for a week when I didn't even know if we were really going to go because it was just a suggestion among my husband's friends but she took everything seriously. Because of this cursed religion, my husband and I argue often, and because of his crazy parents, my marriage is at a standstill. A few weeks ago I recently had an argument with his mother and she told me: YOU THINK WE KNOW THAT YOU DON'T LIKE GOING TO THEKINGDOM HALL AND THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO STUDY TO BE A WITNESS? Then his father said : WE DO NOT WANT TO FORCE YOU TO BECOME A WITNESS, WE JUST WANT YOU TO PAY ATTENTION FOR A FEW HOURS WHILE WE ARE IN THE KINGDOM HALL.
Why? Why the fuck? How do you feel when you drag me to the Kingdom Hall if you know I don't like it? What satisfaction do you get from all this? Why do you make me go if you know I don't like it? I hate their toxicity, I fucking hate it.
EDIT
My husband and I did not go to the Kingdom Hall, and when his parents returned, we were getting ready to go out because WE HAD A DAY OFF which was ruined because of their religion, and we had to stay in the house and listen on zoom. When his mother saw that we were leaving, she said WHEN YOU WANT TO GO OUT, YOU GET READY IMMEDIATELY AND RUN AWAY. She was upset that I didn't come to the KH and that I didn't sat 3 hours on the chair especially when she knows that I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THEIR RELIGION. His parents are two obsessed lunatics who want their son to be baptized immediately and become a witness, and his mother thinks that I am a bad influence on him and that I am an obstacle to his progress. So, we had to eat out near our building, a kebab, because his mom was possessed (otherwise I can't describe it). I hate her and I hate JW.

I know AirsoftC3 exist for Georgia, but unfortunately it's pretty outdated. COVID Pandemic made several fields either permanently close or moved location. I do not see a lot of post online discussing this, so I've made this one to help out our potential brothers in arms.
Here is an updated list of airsoft field in Georgia, and my review of it, ordered from most enjoyable to least based on personal experience.
Every other field that is not listed here are permanently closed. Additionally, I've only listed entry fee if you're bringing your own equipment because this subreddit is mostly comprised of players that already have their own guns. You can visit their field's website hyperlinked in the name for their pricing on rentals.

1. Team Airsoft
   • Large Outdoor, $20 Entry Fee, $4 refill per HPA bottle
   • This is easily the largest airsoft field in Georgia, located in Dawsonville. Plenty of people show up, generally around 50 players, and in some large event, up to 100 players. It's mostly forested featured with varying hilly terrains and structures, and have unique milsim-like objective gamemodes. They host walk-ins once a week: every first Sunday of the month, and the rest Saturdays. The field is ran by the owner, his family, and couple volunteer staffs, and they are kind and great to talk with. Note that they are cash-only.
2. Georgia Airsoft
   • Large Outdoor, $10 Entry Fee, $10 all-day HPA refill
   • Located near Athens, they're among the best value fields to go to, and they generally have around 30-50 players. They have a generally linear map and layout and have plenty of structures and forest where their gamemodes revolves around. Hosted once every other Saturdays, the staff and volunteers that run this place are chill and great to hang around with, and they often go on milsim events together. I'm personally surprised that not more people visit this place, especially it's close proximity to UGA.
3. Fort13
   • CQB Outdoor, $30 Entry Fee, $5 all-day HPA refill
   • Located along the I-985 highway, it has many structures and buildings which facilitate a good level of CQB and some simple gamemodes with around 30-40 players. They've recently moved to a different location and are slowly building up and renovating the place. The owner there are among the kindest to talk to despite the rumored hardship regarding the drama involving the ownership of the place and the relocation. I highly recommend checking this place out and support the owner, even if it's a little lackluster compared to other fields given the current state and situation.
4. Power Ops Airsoft
   1. CQB Outdoor, $26.99+Taxes Entry Fee, Free all-day HPA refill
   2. Recently moved to Madison GA, they're quickly building up and expanding the field. As of current state from the time of this post, they primarily feature outdoor CQB area and simple gamemodes of around 20-30 players. The staff there are chill and compassionate, a great place to visit if you're around the area.
5. GE Airsoft
   • Indoor, $30 Entry Fee, Free all-day HPA refill
   • The field closest to Atlanta located inside a Sugarloaf Mill mall, it has plywood and tire walls with a simple and linear open map layout, seeing around 30-50 players. After the SS Airsoft field shut down, it is currently the only indoor airsoft field in Georgia, and it is unfortunately associated with negative stigma in the local community for toxic players and seemingly uncaring staff. Despite this field is the closest to me, it's the field I avoid the most if I could.
6. SS Airsoft
   • Indoor, Field is Closed
   • It used to be located in Buford, but the shop and field closed and relocated to a little south of Gainesville. It was seen as a better alternative to GE Airsoft, but even after a couple years of relocating, the field has not yet been opened despite consistent begging from local community. They are currently shop-only, but even as a shop, they mark-up a lot of their item and does not provide as many selection compared to other established shop such as Airsoft Atlanta.
7. Hoppers Paintball and Airsoft
   • Outdoor, $20 Entry Fee, Free all-day HPA refill
   • Located in Savannah, this is a field I've never personally been to, but based on recent videos online they're still active. Surprisingly, they feature a replica of a Nuketown in their website. If anyone would comment a review of this place, please drop it down and I'll edit this post accordingly. I would like to visit this field some day, especially if I'm vising Savannah for a vacation.
8. Elite Ops Airsoft
   • Indoor, $20 Entry Fee, Field is Temporarily Closed
   • Thanks to u/Foxstash for pointing this field out. Originally I thought this field was permanently closed, but after finding out their facebook page, their field are currently under construction as of the time of this post. Unlike SS Airsoft, they regularly update their progress, on going for couple years by now. I'd definitely visit this place once it opens again.
9. Fort Moore (Formally Fort Benning)
   • Outdoor, Free Entry Fee
   • Located near a military base in Columbus, this is primarily a paintball field where airsofters could use. Unlike other fields however, there are no dedicated staff or events where you could walk-in solo and expect a play. Instead, you'd have to form a group with your buddies and come in at anytime during daylight with your own equipment. There used to be a facebook group which gather and organize players together, but it has seemingly been abandoned since 2021. I have personally never been to this field, and I received most this information from a call at one of the stationed member running the outdoor and recreational part of the base.
10. Arkenstone Paintball and Airsoft
    • Outdoor, Reservation Only
    • This is primarily a paintball field. Unfortunately they no longer offer walk-ins for airsoft, and they are now reservation-only. I have never been to this field before, and I do not plan to unless my buddies decided to reserve for one.

Feel free to comment if you have any questions or have your own review of the place!
EDIT CHANGELOGS

• 5/10/2024 - Added Elite Ops Airsoft field to the list, credit to u/Foxstash.

I'm planning on visiting Edapally with my friends. Our main priority is Lulu Mall. I also heard there is a paintball and GoKart in Grand mall. Help me plan the trip. Where should we visit.

so my partner is turning 30 this weekend. their bday is on mother's day unfortunatrely so we are celebrating saturday. we have only been dating for almost 3 months so i didnt feel comfortable planning or suggesting things to do for their bday so i left it to them. if we were dating longer i wouldve gone all out esp. since its their 30th.
well they had decided on paintballing and tried to gather at least 10 people so that we could have a private area. unfortunately 2 people dropped out and another 2 are iffy so it doesnt seem like we will have enough to have a private match.
this really upset my partner and now they want to cancel all together because they cant think of anything else that they would really want to do.
does anyone have any suggestions at all for something fun to do that can be planned last min.
i dont want their 30th bday to be a bust.

I know i'm yet another goodbye post in a sea of them at this point, but for something so fundamental to my life, I have to say my own. I've been writing and re-writing it trying to find all the right words to say, but I really don't think there is enough to adequately explain how much Rooster Teeth means to me and has for all these 21 years, but here goes.
I still remember my friend showing my the first 6 episodes of Red vs Blue one day when I was over at his house, and at just shy of 10 years old I was immediately hooked seeing such a funny show that was made in that wild new game I got for Christmas just a few months prior, and since then Halo has always been one of my top 3 favourite games and RvB one of my top 3 favourite shows. I would watch it with him every time a new episode dropped and we would be so impatient waiting for the next episode like it was life or death 😂 so many of my childhood memories contain my friends and I playing Halo at our houses or at the local youth centre, screwing around and pretending to be the RvB characters we liked most as we battled each other, yelling things no child should ever have said in a very public setting, constantly getting in trouble for it and never stopping because we were just having far too much fun to care, constantly quoting the show to each other akin to inside jokes because of how few people we knew at the time had heard of RvB. Any time I watch the old seasons now it brings me back to my childhood in all those times and more.
When I finally got a PC at home sometime in late 2005 I had almost immediately made an account on the Rooster Teeth site, and that became where most of my time at home went alongside gaming. Sadly I've always been terrible with remembering passwords so I've been through a good few accounts over the years, at this point I don't even remember what any of those old ones were aside from Pandemic86, but I always tried to be as active in the community as I was comfortable with, and I made some great friends that I wish I was still in contact with. The RT community was one of the very few truly almost entirely positive online community that's ever existed, and very few also had so much regular interaction with the company to the point it felt like we were all friends when online friends was a weird non-thing that we didn't understand yet. Not many fandoms out there can say they've helped bring people together so often, helped people find love, saved some of their lives, and raised millions of dollars for local children's hospitals alongside a company that would go as hard as they do for the kids.
You guys and the community even saved me from making a really stupid mistake in my teens when I was really struggling with my mental health, bullying, and drug issues. The RT community were the only ones back then who gave me a shoulder and an ear, and helped me talk through things that my IRL friends at the time would ignore and often be the cause of. I can say plainly and honestly I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for those people and the community you created, and after helping me get through all that, I knew I would always wear the Cockbite name with absolute pride. So to any of my fellow OG Cockbites who may be reading this, especially those who helped me through those times, Pandemic86 says thank you for helping me give myself another chance, I love you all.
I remember watching the company grow and gain all these new faces that were all consistently so awesome, Gavin, Michael, Ray, Becca, Matt, Lindsay, Jeremy, Chris, Blaine, Barbara, Jon, Aaron, Tyler, Meg, Trevor, Alfredo, and so many more i'm struggling to remember, everyone that came to join RT as things were growing in the early days were all perfect additions to what was already a fever dream of ridiculous hilarity; and as so many companies were brought under their banner the roster of fantastic people grew even more. I always wanted to go to RTX so I could meet all of you as you had become my heroes and role models.
Then there's ExtraLife. I'll never forget that 2014 livestream. I learned you can raise money for charity in ways that are genuinely fun and in a medium that held so much attention, all while watching things devolve into utter madness as we all collectively laughed ourselves to tears, rode well past overtired, and it was the best time I've ever had watching a livestream. The next year myself and a few close friends decided to join in and do our own extralife charity stream playing through Halo 5 for the first time on legendary, with the intent of getting every collectible in the first run. We ended up beating it in only 11 hours and missing only 3 of the 117 collectibles, and in that moment realized we had nothing planned if this happened and learned a valuable lesson that night 😂 so we just drank and played GTA5 online letting people donate to get us to do something dumb in game or shotgun beers for the remainder of the time; to this day it's one of my favourite memories with that group of guys. And then we were all introduced a whole new level of chaos you all could create the next weekend for RTExtraLife 2015, and though Gus said he'd never drink like that again and he hated it, the CheeseMaster will always be one of the greatest moments in online content history 😂 right alongside 2Spooky and the rest of that insane 24 hours. 2016 was just as amazing, between the continued varied shenanigans and seeing the amount raised explode so far beyond what we all expected was unforgettable, and as always Matt would reduce us to a pile of tears and rubble with his song at the end. It was just year after year of unreal amazing times that no one else can shine a light to.
Rooster Teeth has been there for over two thirds of my life, and it's been the most cherished aspect of my life growing up watching Rooster Teeth all 21 years you've been around, and the biggest honour of my life to be a part all this, to be a part of the community you helped create and foster, being able to watch you guys grow from 6 fools in Burnie's spare room making the most ridiculous and awesome show in a new medium, all the way to the absolute media juggernaut and OG content creator pillars you all have been for so many years. I mean hell, your content has been the gold standard for video content that a wild amount of content creators still directly emulate your styles in many ways to this day, what you and everyone at Rooster Teeth have done for us the last two decades has been immeasurable and beautiful, and being able to be a part of this extended fever dream is something I know all of us cockbites will remember and love forever.
To the founders Burnie Burns, Geoff Ramsey, Gustavo Sorola, Matt Hullum, Joel Heyman, and Jason Saldaña: you changed the world for the better in ways none of us could have imagined, we got to grow with you aswell as RT over the years in a way that's been truly one of a kind. You captured lightning in a bottle multiple times over with all the content you helped bring to the world and gave us all over two decades of fun, happiness, amazing memories and community unlike anything else. I hope whatever you do next brings you the joy and prosperity you all deserve.
To everyone that made up RT Core & Animation over the years like Chris Demairas Rooster Teeth's mythical cryptid, Blaine Gibson the 3spoopy ghost, Barbara Dunkleman AKA Bimmy Dunkz AKA Burpburp Dunkensnackz, Jon Risinger the best game show host to break down mentally for a bit, Andrew Rosas you delightful Madman, Miles Luna, Kerry Shawcross & Monty Oum, Chelsea Atkinson, and countless others that showed us so much of the life inside RT: Thank you for giving us so much and being such a regular and positive part my life for all these years, for showing me the day to day shenanigans you all got up to, for giving us everything from Always Open to On the Spot, Heroes & Halfwits or Tales of the Stinky Dragon to RT Life and Social Distortion, RWBY, Immersion, Ten Little Roosters, Million Dollars But, Nomad of Nowhere, RTAA, Gen:Lock, Game Time, Get Fact, and so much more, and for giving me the dream of one day working with you all; even if it never came to fruition. I truly hope every one of you find success in whatever you do next and I hope that one day I can work with you all on something fun.
To Jack Patillo, Caiti Ward, and Chad James: Thank you for being at the helm of the greatest charity in the world that's brought millions together to help the children, thank you for being such a wildly powerful force of good for us all and so many others, thank you for bringing the Rooster Teeth Healing Garden into reality, and thank you for keeping that going even with Rooster Teeth becoming a part of our past; you've done amazing things that will help countless others for years to come.
To all of Achievement Hunter past and present, Geoff, Jack, Gavin, Michael, Ray, Matt, Jeremy, Trevor, and Alfredo: Thank you for being the OG gaming guide content, giving us gold like fails of the weak, Play Pals, Achievement Unlocked, Between the Games, Shenanigans, for creating Let's Play and growing it into a network and media style for streamers around the world to be able to make their own content and communities. I always loved coming home from school, work or paintball and relaxing with things like Off Topic while I would do homework, clean my paintball gear, while writing or working on any of my myriad of ever non-finished creative projects 😂 you all became a part of my day to day and just like the Founders and RT Core, I grew to feel like you were friends despite never meeting, and that gave me place when i had none, so I deeply thank you for being there when I had little else. Godspeed in whatever comes next for you all.
To all of Broadcast and Projects especially, and everyone under the RT umbrella for a few more days, that we've all come to know or are no longer around, all of you: Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Broadcast you are the unsung heroes of Rooster Teeth, the true lifeblood of the company, none of this would have been possible without all the work you put in day after day. Whatever you do next will be phenomenal because you've shown us all time and again you pour your heart and soul into making things happen, and anyone who works with you going forward is lucky as hell to have such hardworking and passionate people working with them. And that really goes for all the people at RT over these 21 years, all of you are talented as hell and hilarious, wherever you go you'll bring greatness to it.
I love you all so much and I hope whatever comes next is the best thing yet. You were fundamental to shaping who I am growing up with your content, and gave me some of the best memories of my life. I truly wish you the best in everything and I hope this is not the end for you all working together, or the community forever. I'll always support you in whatever comes next. This isn't goodbye, this is until the next thing ❤️

So I made this for cartel wars 4 and plan to make version 2 for cartel wars 6. The first version had a plywood riot sheild on the from of a 4ft ladder with one of those hoverboards attached. It needs upgrades but did have some spiffy features such as bright lights at the top to blind enemy, onboard smoke bombs emit smoke out the front, it had Bluetooth and a bubble maker. Also held my grenades, extra mags other odds an ends Version two will have improved handling, might have a blower for the smoke. Maybe a dry ice effect onn the bottom with cold drinks. Modelo is popular at cartel wars. A blow horn because I’m on the DEA side this year probably and want to tell them to put their guns down. Oh also has my first strike pistol holder, and I want to put a trebuchet on the side to launch my homemade Paintbal balloons. Not sure what else to add. All suggestions welcome

Hey everyone,
I'm new to paintball and have a question regarding what hoppers to pair with mechanical markers. I plan on getting the Etha 3m and am debating between these 2 hoppers: Virtue Spire IR2 vs the Dye LT-R. I am leaning towards the Spire IR2 because it comes packaged with a slight discount with the Virtue Ascend VIO mask which I wanted to get anyways.
However, some reddit posts I've seen mention that force fed hoppers like the LT-R are best for mech markers, but I can't seem to find out why that's the case, and if it really makes that much of a difference? If I had to guess, since the IR2 has "eyes" and the mech marker doesn't, it may sometimes run into syncing issues between the two? Would anybody be able to clarify?
Thanks in advance!

Hello 🙂 I've got my 30th coming up on June 28th and I honestly don't know what plans to make for it, i think im kind of running out of ideas hah. Im fairly adventurous so im open minded to anything, so far over the years for my last ones went go karting with friends, axe throwing, paintballing, pub crawls, did a sky dive etc some help would be appreciated, can't believe this will be the last of my 20's 😂. Cheers.

Sorry for the incredible delay, I was super busy. Hopefully I'll get the next survey done sometime soon. Thank you to everyone who responded to the update survey! Our biggest group yet, 367 responses! ---
Which story was the most read?

1. Heaven's Secret 2 finale 79% (up from 69.5%, moved up from 3rd place)
2. Heaven's Secret Requiem 78.7% (fantastic debut!)
3. Kali: Flame of Samsara 77.9% (up from 74.2%, moved down from 2nd place)
4. Astrea's Broken Heart 75.1% (great debut!)
5. Song of the Crimson Nile 71.5% (down from 77.1%, moved down from 1st place)
6. The One, Vol 2 67.4% (up from 64%, steady in 6th place)
7. Soulless 64.1% (down from 66.5%, moved down from 4th place)
8. W: Time Catcher 60.5% (down from 61.9%, moved down from 7th place)
9. Garden of Eden 53.6% (down from 54.7%, moved down from 8th place)
10. Love, Sin & Evil 48.9% (up from 47%, moved up from 13th place)
11. Chasing You 2 46.7% (down from 50%, moved down from 10th place)
12. The Desert Rose 45.9% (down from 48.3%, moved down from 11th place)
13. Elite Tag 32% (down from 33.5%, moved up from 14th place)
14. Love from Outer Space 24.9% (not yet been polled)

I was also curious which stories were being diamond mined, now that diamond choices are becoming so expensive. Here are the results:

1. Elite Tag 54.8% (up from 31.5%)
2. Love from Outer Space 43.5% (not yet been polled)
3. The Desert Rose 41.4% (up from 13.9%)
4. Chasing You 2 35.5% (up from 16.7%)
5. Garden of Eden 34.9% (up from 15.7%)
6. Love, Sin & Evil 30.1% (up from 13.9%)
7. The One, Vol 2 28.5% (up from 25%)
8. Soulless 28% (up from 13%)
9. W: Time Catcher 20.4% (up from 11.1%)
10. Song of the Crimson Nile 17.7% (up from 13%)
11. Astrea's Broken Heart 13.4% (debut)
12. Heaven's Secret 2 13.4% (down from 15.7%)
13. Kali: Flame of Samsara 12.4% (up from 8.3%)
14. Heaven's Secret: Requiem 11.3% (debut)

Interesting to see that diamond mining is a LOT more prevalent this update than previous ones. I should add that 186 of the respondents are actively diamond mining out of 367 responses. That's 50.7% of readers.
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As for what devices we used: 63.5% (up from 57.4%) of respondents used an Android device, compared to 44% (down from 44.3%) on iOS and 5.6% (down from 7.7%) on a computer.
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How popular was each update?
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* Heaven's Secret: Requiem 4.1
* W: Time Catcher 4.1 down from 4.3
* Kali: Flame of Samsara 3.8 down from 4.0
* Heaven's Secret 2 3.8 up from 3.6
* Soulless 3.6 down from 3.7
* Garden of Eden 3.5 down from 3.7
* Song of the Crimson Nile 3.4 down from 3.7
* Astrea's Broken Heart 3.3
* The One, Vol 2 *3.3 up from 3.2
* The Desert Rose 2.9 down from 3.4
* Love, Sin & Evil 2.8 down from 2.9
* Chasing You 2 2.7 down from 3.3
* Love from Outer Space 2.7
* Elite Tag 2.0 down from 3.1
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SPOILERS AHEAD

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The top 5 overall BEST scenes: Malbonte claims top spot for a last (but hopefully not final) hurrah! Luci takes second, and not even all that close, haha...

1. Malbonte
2. Lucifer
3. Joel
4. Zain
5. Amen

The top 5 WORST scenes: Obviously we all hate Ricky, but for whatever reason Lucifer is a close second here. Perhaps it was the ending?

1. Ricky
2. Lucifer
3. Mother of Life
4. Malbonte
5. War

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Book by Book results:
LFOS - We all loved Ray this update, everyone else is far behind. We hated the Kurtz scene the most.
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TDR: Adil and Zain are still neck to neck in this race, with Jack and Mustafa in the rear, and Cindy behind them, and uh oh yeah Saeed and Jaffar very far behind. It gets confusing with all these LIs. Interestingly, worst scenes go equally to Zain & Adil, and Cindy is mostly off the hook finally.
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HS2 - Malbonte was by far the favourite, with Lucifer struggling behind. Hunger, Mimi, and poor Dino far behind them. Predictably, the MoL was disliked the most, with Lucifer a distant second? Not entirely clear on why. Maybe because we couldn't live out our family-fantasies with the ending as it was.
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ET - People enjoyed Karl, Ari, and Emily the most this update, with Ricky, and distantly Daniel, Lennox, and Chris scenes most hated. Makes sense to me.
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SCN - Livius takes the lead this time, with Ash close behind and Amen struggling to wake up catch up. People were most dissatisfied with Ramesses' scene, as well as Agnia's and Amen's.
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CY2 - Alexander and Ezra are neck to neck in this update, everyone else is hugely far behind. They are also rated as the worst, together with Ella's scene.
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LSE - The vampire scene was rated best, with Tony and Chad faaar behind. Tony and Mr Collins were worst, I guess depending on who betrays your group (I wouldn't know, I've gotten them all killed XD).
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WTC - This story is still so well-balanced, with Renato, Lucien, Shen, and Onyx at basically the same values. Vesper is far down the rankings though. Worst scene goes to Jorge... poor Jorge.
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KFS - Ian is still ahead, with Ram, Doran, Sara and Kamal far behind. Raj has been relegated to worst scene. Pretty sure I had forgotten to put Doran on this survey until later, so it's not entirely clear who is most liked in this update! He could be much higher up.
https://preview.redd.it/tpmhcw2fqoyc1.png?width=605&format=png&auto=webp&s=112d44f745d4eb4764fd493f728803ad6ec1cb19
GOE - Castiel returns to the top, with Seong-hwa a close second (opposite from how it is in the story! Hah). Doo-yeong next and Dean and Lia behind. People disliked Aria's and Mi-Yeon's scenes the most.
https://preview.redd.it/617qiecgqoyc1.png?width=588&format=png&auto=webp&s=bdbaf8690ddbdbcd5daa857a3d2845cb51df8ec6
SLS - LOL I wonder how this will play out in the next survey, but for now, Cynthia/Walter is in first place, with Threxia/o in second, and Ava and Elliot behind. Of course, the Tiger scene grossed us out, and a small number of people disliked Threxia/o and Vincent, as well as Cynthia/Walter abandoning us.
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TOV2 - Joel stays on top, with the Host a distant sceond, and Ben/Bianca behind. Daphne and the Assistant were disliked most (good riddance to both), and next Bradley and Imani's scenes.
https://preview.redd.it/ormd68kiqoyc1.png?width=583&format=png&auto=webp&s=93c6b9371e1f4925c358c7b17407854f1cf429e4
ABH - David, who we saw the most of, was most popular, with Mikael, Raphael, and Cassiel pretty close behind. Felonia was most disliked, probably because it was a "hi-bye" scene for the only female LI.
https://preview.redd.it/b07timpjqoyc1.png?width=641&format=png&auto=webp&s=ccd9b8ab6f5af1c34aa27ef69d808e1b8cbd39e7
HSR - Cain is hugely popular, with Dmitry and Anna far behind. Kira, the infected, the monk, Dmitry, and General Lloyd were most disliked.
https://preview.redd.it/gt779wrkqoyc1.png?width=596&format=png&auto=webp&s=f5992fe4bd0e34c8cb4f99b23dea3c2687ebee3d
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... And also ...

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Did you notice the little "The One" reference Easter Egg in Love from Outer Space?
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52.3% of people had missed it, but 47.7% did notice.
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There was a lot to remember, did you remember who you picked to stand up for Kurtz in season 1?
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40% of us had excellent memory, they remembered! 30% did not remember but guessed right, and the remaining 30% didn't remember and guessed wrong. Satisfying to see that 50/50 split.
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Did you get Kurtz's last name right?
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67.2% of us used the walkthroughs to get this answer, lol me too. 14.3% of us guessed and got it wrong. 10.1% thought Kurtz was his last name... yup... and 8.4% of us actually knew the answer!
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Did you have enough style points to get Kurtz to trust you?
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60.3% said yes, 39.7% said no.
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Did you set up Sally and Kurtz?
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52.2% of us said yes, 35.7% of us said no, and the remaining 12.2% set up a poly route with April as well.
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Do you know what's going on in The Desert Rose?
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34.3% of us know a bit, 27.8% have no idea what's happening and are only here for the diamonds or the LIs, 24.7% are pretty lost, and 13.1% are in fact fully aware of what's going on. (Can you share your notes with us?)
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How was Zuleika's reaction to your LI?
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We rated it a 2.3.
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Were you able to play as Caro?
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85.9% of us said yes.
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Did you get married in TDR?
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Only 33.3% of us got married!
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How were the LI scenes this update?
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We rated our LI's scene a 4.0, very nice.
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HS2 ended in a huge cliffhanger type ending. What did you think of it?
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39.3% of us wanted closure, but are okay with more HS featuring Vicky in the future. 37% of us actually loved it and were hoping for more HS with Vicky, and 23.6% of us are actually completely fed up with HS with Vicky and are dreading any future stories with her.
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Did you enjoy the wedding?
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53.1% of us lived out our dreams from way back in HS1, that's very sweet! 28.12% of us enjoyed it, 10.6% thought it was okay, 6.6% thought it was awkward (probably depends on who you romance!), and a very small 1.7% hated it.
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Were you on high strength path?
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92.1% of us were on high strength path.
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How many of your friends came to help?
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50.5% said 3 friends came, 24.2% said all 4 friends came, 19.1% said only 2, and 3.4% said only 1, with the remaining 2.7% having no friend come to help... aw...
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How is it going with your LI in Elite Tag?
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46.6% of us are perfectly happy with our LIs, 44.5% of us are just sticking it out but not happy, and 8.9% are replaying for a different LI.
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Were you able to strike the deal with Granny?
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90.4% of us said yes, 7.4% of us owed her a favour, and 2.2% of us didn't have enough wealth or clout.
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Did you matchmake Sara and Corvo?
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65.4% of us did romantically, 16.2% of us did platonically, 11.8% didn't like him so they did not, and 6.6% didn't want to waste the diamonds or another reason for not doing so.
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Let's see how we invested our wealth:
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89.4% of us invested in Daniel's show, 79.5% of us invested in the bodyguard, only 15.2% of us paid Noah to investigate for us, because 74.2% of us used clout to get him to do so.
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Did you hook up with Chris?
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64% of us did.
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So, the Ricky situation. Some highlights: I hope he stands in orange juice with socks on, and thank you for in hell. :'D Thank you for your detailed and thoughtful responses. It seems like everyone is unanimous in our hate for Ricky comparing MC to Adrian, but not all of us are on the same page about the potential cheating, which makes sense. There were good arguments on either side!
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Did you leave a note for Amen in SCN?
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49.4% of us did.
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Were you able to pass the checkpoint with Agnia?
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95.4% of us did.
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How do you feel about MC running away?
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62.4% of us are happy about it, presumably because they're with the other LIs, because the remainder will miss their LIs that were left behind.
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Did you let Ella go or get her executed in CY2?
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74.6% of us got her executed for that sweet investigative point.
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Did you search in the right place for LS&E?
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58.7% of us got it on the first try, with the remainder having to search other places first.
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Haha.... this was a spicy update. Did you do it with the tentacles?
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57.3% of us forked over the 95 diamonds and were entertained, 15.1% of us thought it was too expensive, 14.1% of us did but were horrified, and 13.5% of us would NEVER.
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Did you do it with the bat vampire?
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63.6% of us don't have that vampire, 17.1% would NEVER, 16.6% of us did and thought it was hot, and 2.7% did but regretted it.
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Did you add Sue to your romance with the cat vampire?
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80.4% of us don't romance either one, so no. 10.3% said yes, and 9.2% said they didn't want to.
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Who did you take to Geneva in WTC?
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30.2% took Lucien, 26.1% took Shen, 23.9% took Onyx, 14.9% took Vesper, and the remaining 5% took no one.
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Did you dress Renato up?
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69.2% chose the trench coat, 19% the dark outfit, and 11.8% only chose the regular casual outfit.
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What did you decide for Tallis?
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54.5% of us have decided to matchmake Tallis and Onyx. 22.3% of us have opened the poly route, 15.9% wanted Onyx for ourselves so left them as friends, 4.5% wanted Tallis for ourselves, and 2.7% didn't save Tallis so none of this was an option.
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Did you get the Guusje de Boer achievement?
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69.1% did thanks to the walkthroughs, 22.7% did by themselves (good job!), the remaining 8.2% did not.
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How would you rate your LI's scene this update in KFS?
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We rated it a wonderful 4.1.
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Doran Basu...
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43.9% of us already have a favourite LI, 33.9% of us plan to add him to their harem, and 22.1% shout "Marry me please!"
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Are you still romancing everyone?
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46.9% of us are only romancing some of the LIs, 40.7% of us are loyal to one LI at this point, 7.6% are romancing all male LIs (lol I can't wait to see the consequences), and 4.8% are romancing literally everyone.
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94.3% of us are working on the relationship with our group in Garden of Eden.
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Who did you kiss this update?
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50% kissed Doo-yeong, and it was definitely not acting. 34% kissed Castiel, 26.9% Seong-hwa, 14.2% Lia, 11.3% Dean, and 6.1% no one.
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Who did you end up locking in with?
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28.4% chose Castiel, 25.1% chose Seong-hwa, 18.5% Doo-yeong, 13.7% Lia, 11.8% Dean, and the remaining 2.4% are single, perhaps waiting for the 6th LI.
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78.4% of us chose to ask the manager for help in exchange for being obedient, but the rest did not so they could speak openly with Seong-hwa/Dean.
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51% of us had to use diamonds to help Yeon-ah, and 52% of us had to use diamonds to distract the idols in Aria's scene.
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Did you share pizza with anyone in Soulless?
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79.4% of us said yes, yum! (And now I'm hungry...)
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Did you get it on with Threxia/o?
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78.6% of us did!
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Did you manage to lure Brother Kang without using your powers?
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86.9% did, the rest needed Vincent's help.
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Did you have a midnight swim in The One Vol 2?
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66.8% of us had one with Joel, 18.6% with Ben, 5.1 with Imani, 4.7% with Bianca or Lorenzo the head of security.
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96.9% of us won the paintball game.
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Did you say goodbye to Joel?
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80.3% did and also had sex, 11.8% weren't interested, and 7.9% did without sex.
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Did you get Joel's achievement?
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64.4% of us did!
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**Did you have enough points to pass the check for the special date with Ben/Bianca?
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72.1% of us did, 22.3% of us aren't interested, and 5.6% of us said no.
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71% of us are romancing Joel, 48.6% Ben, 30.2% The Host, 10.2% Bianca, 9.8% Imani, 9% Bradley, and 4.3% are on single path.
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Who is the most intriguing to you for now?
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27.6% Mikael, 23.1% David, 20.9% Raphael, 19.4% Cassiel, and 9% Felonia.
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58.1% of us are on the Faith path, and the remaining 41.9% on Skepticism path.
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What path are you on in HS: Requiem?
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52.8% are on Whisper of the Devil, 47.2% on Voice of God path.
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Most intriguing LI for now?
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63.6% Cain, 20.4% Dmitry, 8.9% Anna, and 7.1% Greg.
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98/6% of us have high adaptability.
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63% of us say HSR surpassed our expectations, 31% said it was as expected, and 6% were disappointed.
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(Most of this was taken from a comment I made replying to a post someone else made)
Recently if you haven't seen, a teaser for the next phighter was released on the official Discord server. You should go watch it if you haven't already.
From the original planned phighters list (source: the wiki), 14 out of the 21 planned have been added (one was replaced by the Laser Scythe), and 3 have been confirmed to be removed from the list. This leaves us with Trowel, Bomb, Paintball Gun, and Phoenix.
We know that the next phighter will likely be a support, so this definitely puts Paintball Gun out as it's very likely to be a ranged class. Trowel could be used as team defense, Bomb could be area/crowd control to assist teammates, and Phoenix could probably be a ranged or support for area control as well.
The sound effects heard in the background seem to be from Melee attacks anyway, and don't sound explosive like you'd expect from a bomb or a fireball. The move teased appears to be a team support move used on Biograft (we can assume this because you are teammates with everyone in the lobby), which is not something that is likely for Bomb and Phoenix to have as their kind of support is more pressure on the enemy rather than directly supporting teammates through healing, defense, etc.
Since it appears to be a shield of something resembling the appearance of bricks, I'll guess that we'll be getting Trowel as a phighter. A trowel also seems like something that would be used as a melee weapon, hence the sounds made.

I'm going to preface this by saying I know the obvious answer is to leave. Like yesterday. I'm totally completely aware. I've done it before (several times), but he always finds a way to either threaten me to come back or manipulate me in ways I can't even explain because it's so hard to imagine myself to be so weak and ignorant. But, the main thing that's always in the back of my mind and I'm starting to believe it is I will never be able to get away from him. It's easy for other people to say to leave from the outside looking in to say leave. I'm too the point where I recognize that my inability to forgive the things he's done/continues to do over takes the unconditional love I've had for him. It's been so much it's going to be hard to even explain, but here goes..
Myself (28 F) have been with my abuser (38M) for going on 10 years. Since I was 19 years old. I was so young. To be honest. I had never had a serious relationship before him. Just casual hook ups, some of them ongoing for some time, but I never felt genuine love and comfort like I did in my abuser when we first met. We were inseparable from the start. We have maybe spent a total of less than a months worth of nights apart since we met in 2014. It took me while to let things get this out of hand with us. The first handful of incidents between us I can barely recall. I'm the most genuinely forgiving person. Maybe I've repressed them. Or maybe it's just had the ability to forgive him back then because I wasn't aware that every apology I'd recieve from him was just a manipulation tactic and not something that he intended to ensure never happened again, nor did he feel bad for his actions or what he's said. I do believe he has undiagnosed bipolar disorder with narcissistic personality disorder as well. Which I would have more respect for the entire situation if he would just stop projecting and accept it and seek help. I would continue to try to work on our relationship and be as supportive as I can to help him along the way. That should tell you how much love I have for him and how much I do care about him underneath at all. But he refuses any hint at getting help and projects his illness onto me.
Things started to get really bad after his Dad passed away in 2016. Which happened really quickly after he got diagnosed with UC a couple months prior. My abuser and I were the only ones home when he died. The scene was traumatic and likely also caused some PTSD for my abuser. The night before his Dad passed. I passed him in the hallway and he has to stop to catch his breath 3 times while trying to get back to his room from the bathroom. I asked him if he was okay? He responded with a stern, "I'm fine!" I knew that wasn't the case and I went back into our room and told my abuser that he needed to go in his Dad's room with his younger brother and tell him how much they love him and try to convince him to go to the hospital. He kind of brushed it off and said, "my mom has been on his ass all week to go to the doctor. He won't go to the hospital. But he has a doctors appointment in the morning." I explained what I witnessed in the hallway and told him that I'm afraid he may not make it until his doctors appointment.. he insisted that it wouldn't make a difference and I dropped the issue. To this day, I regret not going in to wake his mom up to get her to intervene and potentially he could have been still with us. You're probably wondering why he was at that time 30 years old and we were still living with his parents? He's emotionally immature. As well as he thought he would eventually get his parents house if he stuck it out. He literally had no interest in getting our own place at that time. Plus, his mental issues made it extremely difficult to hold down a job for very long. But, he always had someone else to blame for all of it when it was all said and done. At one point early in our relationship, he had a job and I didn't at the time because I didn't have reliable transportation. My jeep kept breaking down on me and I kept dumping money into it and not being able to figure out the issue. My mom was coming up on her knee replacement surgery time and her car was also broken down and my grandpa's truck was in the shop. So, I decided to ask my abuser if I could use his truck. He had only let me do this once prior because I had an orthodontist appointment and he told me to pick him up 4 hours earlier from the time he actually got off work! I sat outside of his work for 4 hours! But, I was willing to do that if it meant having a way to get my mom to the hospital on the morning of her surgery and a ride to go check on her after she came out of recovery. He told me, "no." And that, "I couldn't be trusted!" I didn't know at all where he was coming from and didn't seem fair when I had not given him a reason not to trust me. I panicked, but luckily a family friend of my grandparents allowed me to borrow his car. Someone with no obligation to do so at all. And he wasn't family let me use his vehicle to get my mom to her surgery appointment and my own boyfriend would not.
Throughout the years, he has split my forhead open twice with his fist, punched me in the nose so hard it was painfully swollen for days and bruised the bridge of my nose and all under my eyes, shot me with a paintball gun close range while I was cowering in the corner of our bedroom in pajama shorts and a tank top unable to get to the door and get away. 30+ paintballs hit my bare skin. Leaving bleeding welts all over my body, a couple months after that he shot me close range dead in the mouth and busted my lip when I wasn't able to react fast enough and get away, he has also busted my lip on 1 other occasion with his fist, countless times taken me to the ground, if I try to cower and protect myself he would punch me on top or in the back of my head, he once stole my car and left me in another county after we had a disagreement: I had to have a friend come get me, when I got home I just had the friend drop me at the bottom of our driveway to avoid him doing anything stupid, I was just going to hop in my car and leave, my friend had already driven off, and my car wouldn't start, he pulled the starter relay out of my fuse box, on one occasion he was yelling at me in the Lowes parking lot in his truck my grandparents live very close to there so I was going to get out and walk to their house but my door was locked, when I would reach for the door he started jack rabbit kicking me with his steel toe boots, he did it repeatedly, I got kicked in the face, arms, side of the head, side of my abdomen, and couldn't get the door open because I kept panicking everytime I got kicked. Well apparently at one point he had kicked the truck out of gear and we didn't realize we were rolling until the truck picked up speed towards the end of the parking lot. We jumped a curb and slammed into a parked car. He backed off the car and sped off and that was a rough night because i got blamed for the damage to his truck. Once we had a disagreement that he wouldn't let me leave for the night, it was odd, because I usually got kicked out and I would go park somewhere and sleep in my car. But, this time I was held down and told, "I had to stay there and suffer." He then proceeded to verbally try to convince me that I was a horrible person and a piece of shit and that those in my life would be better off if I just killed myself because I have a 75k life insurance policy that would go to my mom and grandma. Let's just say, I just wanted him to stop so I took 6 norcos and chugged vodka until he took it away from me and started to feel remorse. Tried to make me throw them up and tried to keep me awake. I felt like absolute shit the following days. And he took care of me to "make up for what he did." He always throws shit in my face and says horrible things to me. At this point I can't even type out most of his favorite things to say because it will trigger me. But, one that I hear quite frequently is "fat cow bitch." That one I can laugh at just to bother him.. but the rest are horrible. Every time he would go off it got worse and worse. Until the one that still haunts me and really put things into perspective. About a year ago we had just moved into a place of our own, I was so happy to have my own place finally! He was not obviously. His mom "evicted" us to make it happen. I knew what she was planning. Unfortunately once we moved in his behavior towards me got worse very quickly because I feel that he resented me for the fact that we got evicted even though the reason was him and how he was treating his mom and myself. One night, I had some friends over and at this point, he didn't know what I was doing, but I was tracking his truck on the gmc app so I would know when he was coming home and prepare, but this particular night he was coming extremely fast and I knew he was mad for some reason I felt it. A wave of anxiety came over me and I locked the deadbolt and put a dining room chair underneath it. I tried to talk to him through the door to tell him who was visiting and trying to calm him down instead he was trying to kick the door in. I was just trying to keep him from starting drama around other people but instead I made it worse. Once I moved the chair and turned the lock he pushed his way through the door nearly knocking me over and my friend stood up for me and he got pissed and called the cops and said I hit him. I grabbed my coat before the cops got there and left with my friends. I had 2 calls from officers trying to investigate what happened that night. I didn't even bother to answer and stayed gone for 5 days. Until his begging me to come back won. Less than 24 hours later he was already on the fritz again. But, something out of the ordinary, he was going to go stay at his mom's house. (It was empty at that time, his mom moved somewhere else so that he wouldn't retaliate against her.) So I was still unpacking boxes at our apartment and putting stuff away and just brushed it off. Once again I got a gmc app alert that he was in motion after he had already gotten to his mom's house. Panicked again and used the chair on the lock. I was upset this time and I told him I wouldn't let him in until he calmed down. He persisted and then told me I would regret that. And left. Less than 5 minutes later I hear a knock at the door, and it's the police. I go out to my back patio and told them I would talk to them over the fence. The insisted that I had to open the door because I was in violation of a protective order against my abuser. I proceeded to tell them I was never served with any protection order and they insist that I open the door because they are going to serve me now. I hesitantly open the door, they proceed to come in like they own the place and make wild accusations about me. I told them i didn't say you could come in. "Where is the protective order I'm getting served?" They insisted it was in route. They said the plan was I had to leave following service of the order, I said how are you going to make me leave my own apartment? At the time he had no income, (still doesn't) and I had my grandma cosign for me to get the apartment. He's listed as an additional tenant. The officers insisted that I had to leave so that he could return to his home. They even asked me if I could just take their word for it that there was a protective order in place and just leave so they didn't have to wait for the order and serve me prior to me leaving. I insisted they do their jobs. I was so angry. An hour and a half later the officers show up and serve me with the "platiff copy" of the order and walk me out of my own apartment to my car. As I was pulling away the officers were pestering me to roll down my window and when I did the female officer proceeds to tell me "don't speak to him!" I wasn't going to say a fucking thing to him, so I just yelled out "fuck you, bitch" and drove off. Like I said, I was mad. Well one of the male officers got on his called and hit his lights and caught up to me. When I stopped he pulled me out of my car and cuffed me and stuck me in the back of the car. The other officers got there. They searched my car and then the one officer comes back and starts to read me my rights and when I asked what I'm being arrested for he proceeds to tell me violation of a restraining order. "We told you not to talk to him." I protested that I said that to the female officer not him. He ignored me and proceeded to call a tow truck to have my car impounded. I pleaded with him to not impound my car as I could have someone come get it. He insisted that it must be impounded. There was no reason. It had a parking pass to be in the parking lot, I had current tags, and insurance. I guess this is a good time to say: I had a clean record before this. I had never been to jail nor had any run in with the law before this point. So, I was heated. I didn't sit down a single time while I was in jail. A whole 28 hours I was fuming and crying, even though I know it's best to act tough in jail, there was no controlling it at that point. All of the shit I let him get away with, all the bad sides of him, i hid from the world, all of the tears and wasted forgiveness. He puts me in jail. I always felt like I keep putting myself in this position, i would have never considered putting him in jail before all of this. I felt so betrayed. I couldn't help it. I thought how could things get any worse? Plus I had a cold so I was a fucking mess. When I got in front of a judge I just plead no contest to get released quicker. My sentence was 5 days and I took a plea deal to get released and do domestic violence classes and be on informal probation. When I got out, it was 9pm the next night. I was given my inmate inventory. My keys to a car that was in an impound lot and that was it... I looked at the sheet and it said my phone was supposed to be there and the lady proceeds to tell me there was no phone. Come to find out, the officer checked it in and then proceeded to take it back with him and place it in my car before it was impounded. So I had no phone and I'm walking from a very bad side of town miles from my grandparents house at night. And a car full of guys are trying to pick me up not long into my walk. I decided to go to friends house to change course and they were persistent. I was able to hide behind a bush finally to throw them off course and I got to my destination 3 miles from the jail. My friend Lisa was crying her eyes out when she saw me. Through out all of this, I'm fortunate to have such supportive friends and family. I went the next day to get my car. $150 to the jail for the release, $596 to the tow yard, and a new battery $260 because my car wouldn't start they must have left my lights on. They wouldn't let us jump my battery using my uncles car that I drove over there. Authorized vehicles only was their excuse. This time I was hurt. I stayed gone for 2 weeks until he sent me a picture of my safe with all my late Grandpa's knife collection including a one of a kind buck knife and his pistol with all the ammo. He ripped it out of the closet wall I had it mounted in and was going to surrender it to the pd if I didn't come back and "talk things out". My grandpa had passed away November 2022. His death was very sudden and he was my best friend. Above all else, I was really missing my Grandpa at that moment. I couldn't let him get rid of things I'd never get back that belonged to him, so I returned to my apartment. Things were okay for a bit there and he was worshipping the ground I walked on for whatever reason. "Scared he had lost me forever." Was his explanation. But of course he had went off on me again because I came home too late and didn't call him one night. He proceeded to move all the furniture in our bedroom up against the door when I was in the shower one morning. I was in a towel and went to go in my room and get dressed like usual and the door is barricaded. He proceeds to yell through the door that I'm not coming in and good luck. I had to get my grandma to a doctors appointment and I had no clothes anywhere else but my room so I busted the door in pieces and climbed over everything and got in. While I was getting my clothes he starts mocking me and verbally abusing me. I had my back turned and suddenly I got hit in the back of the head with such forced that I hit the ground face first. I think I must have gotten knocked out for a second or two. I panicked when I realized i was on the floor. I had a huge knot on the back of my head immediately when I got back off the ground I realized what had happened, he had thrown a solid wood dresser drawer at the back of my head. He could have easily killed me with that. That was the last straw for me in that moment. I told him I was calling law enforcement so he had better get lost. I called dispatch and told them what happened and they sent ambulances, fire trucks, and officers over. I was so embarrassed. Stupid I know. But, they took the report, got the judge to issue me an emergency protective order and I declined medical attention because I needed to get my grandma to her doctors appointment. By the time I got home, all I wanted to do was sleep. He still wasn't there. So before I went to bed I went to home depot and got a new set of door locks and installed them before I went to bed. Let's just say, when my abuser came in at 2am all apologetic and woke me up I was surprised. I asked him, "how in the fuck did you get in here?" He said "umm.. my key." Thanks kwikset. What are the odds? I proceeded to tell him that he was not allowed to be there, the judge issued an emergency protective order and I had changed the locks for a reason. He had not even noticed the locks being changed and proceeded to keep apologizing all over himself. I told him go sleep on the couch and leave me alone. He finally did. And I went back to sleep. Things remained calm for the next few days. Until one night I came home too late for his liking and he proceeded to chew me out when I came in and was getting ready for bed. I was not out at a bar or any social event. I was at my grandparents doing dishes. I am my grandmother's caretaker. He kept getting angrier and angrier. He proceeds to slap my phone out of my hand when I tried to show him my Google timeline and pushed me causing me to fall over my vanity stool and land on it on its side and broke it. That upset me because ever since I was a teenager I wanted a make up vanity to get ready in front of, but could never have one because of either the cost or lack of space where I was living. I finally treated myself to one when we moved into the apartment and now the stool is broken. I started crying. Then I hear a knock at the door, it's the police. I guess one of the neighbors called and said they could hear a woman being hit and screamed at coming from our unit. He was hiding in our closet and I tried to lie and say that he wasn't there. They insisted on coming in to check and he came out of the closet and was apprehended. They questioned us separately and he was arrested because he admitted to slapping my phone out of my hand. "Damage to a wireless communication device" and "preventing someone from calling law enforcement." So they take him in. I felt so guilty and at the same time relieved. It's hard to explain. Well while he was in jail, the DA slapped another charge on him. A felony for throwing the dresser drawer at me. Assault with a deadly weapon -not a firearm. He was looking at 4 years. In the following days, the courts were trying to subpoena me to testify against him. I dodged there attempts and even got a failure to appear warrant for not going to my own court hearing to avoid making matters worse for him. I still have a warrant to this day. I just thought, if they succeed and i end up getting served, I will not go in that courtroom and lie. I've been through way too much trauma to lie about it for any reason. See, before things got so bad. I covered everything up about what was really going on in our relationship. I didn't want anyone to worry about me or think negatively of him so I concealed everything for many years. Things just got out of hand and people started to see through the excuses. So he spent a week and a half or so in jail until his mom bailed him out because he called and apologized and promised her that we would go clean the old house so that she could get it up for sale soon. He put very minimal effort into that as well. Myself and a friend of mine hauled 20+ dumploads of stuff he hoarded in the garage and around the outside of the house, burned enough scrap wood to build another house, weeded, cleaned the kitchen, bathrooms, and walls, drained and cleaned the hottub I had got my abuser for Christmas the prior year. He would start off helping and then find an excuse to go to his storage and not return for hours while we did everything. Once we got it done, I was just happy that it was done and I could go catch up on things at my grandparents house that i needed to catch up on.. Things continued to go round and round from there. Eventually he let his cases go to warrant status. So my efforts in trying to help him were all for nothing, so here I sit in an apartment that I signed a lease on and my grandma cosigned for. He lives here free and smokes my cigarettes. He does buy groceries with his foodstamps but holds that over my head every chance he gets. Once I got charged with the violation of the restraining order I also got deactivated from all the app based work I was doing. (Doordash, instacart, Uber eats, Amazon flex.) So I'm really struggling over here financially. How long do these charges stay on your record or show up in a back ground check? Is there anyway I can get rid of it? Here's the kicker: the court has my case summary on record as I violated the restraining order that they didn't serve me with until I was already in custody. They brought a process server to my cell to serve me. Does that give me a leg to stand on. This whole thing has taken its toll on me, mentally and physically. I would just like to get back on my feet somehow after I have been brought down so low by an individual I trusted.

I'm going to preface this by saying I know the obvious answer is to leave. Like yesterday. I'm totally completely aware. I've done it before (several times), but he always finds a way to either threaten me to come back or manipulate me in ways I can't even explain because it's so hard to imagine myself to be so weak and ignorant. But, the main thing that's always in the back of my mind and I'm starting to believe it is I will never be able to get away from him. It's easy for other people to say to leave from the outside looking in to say leave. I'm too the point where I recognize that my inability to forgive the things he's done/continues to do over takes the unconditional love I've had for him. It's been so much it's going to be hard to even explain, but here goes..
Myself (28 F) have been with my abuser (38M) for going on 10 years. Since I was 19 years old. I was so young. To be honest. I had never had a serious relationship before him. Just casual hook ups, some of them ongoing for some time, but I never felt genuine love and comfort like I did in my abuser when we first met. We were inseparable from the start. We have maybe spent a total of less than a months worth of nights apart since we met in 2014. It took me while to let things get this out of hand with us. The first handful of incidents between us I can barely recall. I'm the most genuinely forgiving person. Maybe I've repressed them. Or maybe it's just had the ability to forgive him back then because I wasn't aware that every apology I'd recieve from him was just a manipulation tactic and not something that he intended to ensure never happened again, nor did he feel bad for his actions or what he's said. I do believe he has undiagnosed bipolar disorder with narcissistic personality disorder as well. Which I would have more respect for the entire situation if he would just stop projecting and accept it and seek help. I would continue to try to work on our relationship and be as supportive as I can to help him along the way. That should tell you how much love I have for him and how much I do care about him underneath at all. But he refuses any hint at getting help and projects his illness onto me.
Things started to get really bad after his Dad passed away in 2016. Which happened really quickly after he got diagnosed with UC a couple months prior. My abuser and I were the only ones home when he died. The scene was traumatic and likely also caused some PTSD for my abuser. The night before his Dad passed. I passed him in the hallway and he has to stop to catch his breath 3 times while trying to get back to his room from the bathroom. I asked him if he was okay? He responded with a stern, "I'm fine!" I knew that wasn't the case and I went back into our room and told my abuser that he needed to go in his Dad's room with his younger brother and tell him how much they love him and try to convince him to go to the hospital. He kind of brushed it off and said, "my mom has been on his ass all week to go to the doctor. He won't go to the hospital. But he has a doctors appointment in the morning." I explained what I witnessed in the hallway and told him that I'm afraid he may not make it until his doctors appointment.. he insisted that it wouldn't make a difference and I dropped the issue. To this day, I regret not going in to wake his mom up to get her to intervene and potentially he could have been still with us. You're probably wondering why he was at that time 30 years old and we were still living with his parents? He's emotionally immature. As well as he thought he would eventually get his parents house if he stuck it out. He literally had no interest in getting our own place at that time. Plus, his mental issues made it extremely difficult to hold down a job for very long. But, he always had someone else to blame for all of it when it was all said and done. At one point early in our relationship, he had a job and I didn't at the time because I didn't have reliable transportation. My jeep kept breaking down on me and I kept dumping money into it and not being able to figure out the issue. My mom was coming up on her knee replacement surgery time and her car was also broken down and my grandpa's truck was in the shop. So, I decided to ask my abuser if I could use his truck. He had only let me do this once prior because I had an orthodontist appointment and he told me to pick him up 4 hours earlier from the time he actually got off work! I sat outside of his work for 4 hours! But, I was willing to do that if it meant having a way to get my mom to the hospital on the morning of her surgery and a ride to go check on her after she came out of recovery. He told me, "no." And that, "I couldn't be trusted!" I didn't know at all where he was coming from and didn't seem fair when I had not given him a reason not to trust me. I panicked, but luckily a family friend of my grandparents allowed me to borrow his car. Someone with no obligation to do so at all. And he wasn't family let me use his vehicle to get my mom to her surgery appointment and my own boyfriend would not.
Throughout the years, he has split my forhead open twice with his fist, punched me in the nose so hard it was painfully swollen for days and bruised the bridge of my nose and all under my eyes, shot me with a paintball gun close range while I was cowering in the corner of our bedroom in pajama shorts and a tank top unable to get to the door and get away. 30+ paintballs hit my bare skin. Leaving bleeding welts all over my body, a couple months after that he shot me close range dead in the mouth and busted my lip when I wasn't able to react fast enough and get away, he has also busted my lip on 1 other occasion with his fist, countless times taken me to the ground, if I try to cower and protect myself he would punch me on top or in the back of my head, he once stole my car and left me in another county after we had a disagreement: I had to have a friend come get me, when I got home I just had the friend drop me at the bottom of our driveway to avoid him doing anything stupid, I was just going to hop in my car and leave, my friend had already driven off, and my car wouldn't start, he pulled the starter relay out of my fuse box, on one occasion he was yelling at me in the Lowes parking lot in his truck my grandparents live very close to there so I was going to get out and walk to their house but my door was locked, when I would reach for the door he started jack rabbit kicking me with his steel toe boots, he did it repeatedly, I got kicked in the face, arms, side of the head, side of my abdomen, and couldn't get the door open because I kept panicking everytime I got kicked. Well apparently at one point he had kicked the truck out of gear and we didn't realize we were rolling until the truck picked up speed towards the end of the parking lot. We jumped a curb and slammed into a parked car. He backed off the car and sped off and that was a rough night because i got blamed for the damage to his truck. Once we had a disagreement that he wouldn't let me leave for the night, it was odd, because I usually got kicked out and I would go park somewhere and sleep in my car. But, this time I was held down and told, "I had to stay there and suffer." He then proceeded to verbally try to convince me that I was a horrible person and a piece of shit and that those in my life would be better off if I just killed myself because I have a 75k life insurance policy that would go to my mom and grandma. Let's just say, I just wanted him to stop so I took 6 norcos and chugged vodka until he took it away from me and started to feel remorse. Tried to make me throw them up and tried to keep me awake. I felt like absolute shit the following days. And he took care of me to "make up for what he did." He always throws shit in my face and says horrible things to me. At this point I can't even type out most of his favorite things to say because it will trigger me. But, one that I hear quite frequently is "fat cow bitch." That one I can laugh at just to bother him.. but the rest are horrible. Every time he would go off it got worse and worse. Until the one that still haunts me and really put things into perspective. About a year ago we had just moved into a place of our own, I was so happy to have my own place finally! He was not obviously. His mom "evicted" us to make it happen. I knew what she was planning. Unfortunately once we moved in his behavior towards me got worse very quickly because I feel that he resented me for the fact that we got evicted even though the reason was him and how he was treating his mom and myself. One night, I had some friends over and at this point, he didn't know what I was doing, but I was tracking his truck on the gmc app so I would know when he was coming home and prepare, but this particular night he was coming extremely fast and I knew he was mad for some reason I felt it. A wave of anxiety came over me and I locked the deadbolt and put a dining room chair underneath it. I tried to talk to him through the door to tell him who was visiting and trying to calm him down instead he was trying to kick the door in. I was just trying to keep him from starting drama around other people but instead I made it worse. Once I moved the chair and turned the lock he pushed his way through the door nearly knocking me over and my friend stood up for me and he got pissed and called the cops and said I hit him. I grabbed my coat before the cops got there and left with my friends. I had 2 calls from officers trying to investigate what happened that night. I didn't even bother to answer and stayed gone for 5 days. Until his begging me to come back won. Less than 24 hours later he was already on the fritz again. But, something out of the ordinary, he was going to go stay at his mom's house. (It was empty at that time, his mom moved somewhere else so that he wouldn't retaliate against her.) So I was still unpacking boxes at our apartment and putting stuff away and just brushed it off. Once again I got a gmc app alert that he was in motion after he had already gotten to his mom's house. Panicked again and used the chair on the lock. I was upset this time and I told him I wouldn't let him in until he calmed down. He persisted and then told me I would regret that. And left. Less than 5 minutes later I hear a knock at the door, and it's the police. I go out to my back patio and told them I would talk to them over the fence. The insisted that I had to open the door because I was in violation of a protective order against my abuser. I proceeded to tell them I was never served with any protection order and they insist that I open the door because they are going to serve me now. I hesitantly open the door, they proceed to come in like they own the place and make wild accusations about me. I told them i didn't say you could come in. "Where is the protective order I'm getting served?" They insisted it was in route. They said the plan was I had to leave following service of the order, I said how are you going to make me leave my own apartment? At the time he had no income, (still doesn't) and I had my grandma cosign for me to get the apartment. He's listed as an additional tenant. The officers insisted that I had to leave so that he could return to his home. They even asked me if I could just take their word for it that there was a protective order in place and just leave so they didn't have to wait for the order and serve me prior to me leaving. I insisted they do their jobs. I was so angry. An hour and a half later the officers show up and serve me with the "platiff copy" of the order and walk me out of my own apartment to my car. As I was pulling away the officers were pestering me to roll down my window and when I did the female officer proceeds to tell me "don't speak to him!" I wasn't going to say a fucking thing to him, so I just yelled out "fuck you, bitch" and drove off. Like I said, I was mad. Well one of the male officers got on his called and hit his lights and caught up to me. When I stopped he pulled me out of my car and cuffed me and stuck me in the back of the car. The other officers got there. They searched my car and then the one officer comes back and starts to read me my rights and when I asked what I'm being arrested for he proceeds to tell me violation of a restraining order. "We told you not to talk to him." I protested that I said that to the female officer not him. He ignored me and proceeded to call a tow truck to have my car impounded. I pleaded with him to not impound my car as I could have someone come get it. He insisted that it must be impounded. There was no reason. It had a parking pass to be in the parking lot, I had current tags, and insurance. I guess this is a good time to say: I had a clean record before this. I had never been to jail nor had any run in with the law before this point. So, I was heated. I didn't sit down a single time while I was in jail. A whole 28 hours I was fuming and crying. I felt so betrayed. (I know it's best not to cry in jail.) I couldn't help it. I thought how could things get any worse? I didn't care. Plus I had a cold so I was a fucking mess. When I got in front of a judge I just plead no contest to get released quicker. My sentence was 5 days and I took a plea deal to get released and do domestic violence classes and be on informal probation. When I got out, it was 9pm the next night. I was given my inmate inventory. My keys to a car that was in an impound lot and that was it... I looked at the sheet and it said my phone was supposed to be there and the lady proceeds to tell me there was no phone. Come to find out, the officer checked it in and then proceeded to take it back with him and place it in my car before it was impounded. So I had no phone and I'm walking from a very bad side of town miles from my grandparents house at night. And a car full of guys are trying to pick me up not long into my walk. I decided to go to friends house to change course and they were persistent. I was able to hide behind a bush finally to throw them off course and I got to my destination 3 miles from the jail. My friend Lisa was crying her eyes out when she saw me. Through out all of this, I'm fortunate to have such supportive friends and family. I went the next day to get my car. $150 to the jail for the release, $596 to the tow yard, and a new battery $260 because my car wouldn't start they must have left my lights on. They wouldn't let us jump my battery using my uncles car that I drove over there. Authorized vehicles only was their excuse. This time I was hurt. I stayed gone for 2 weeks until he sent me a picture of my safe with all my late Grandpa's knife collection including a one of a kind buck knife and his pistol with all the ammo. He ripped it out of the closet wall I had it mounted in and was going to surrender it to the pd if I didn't come back and "talk things out". My grandpa had passed away November 2022. His death was very sudden and he was my best friend. Above all else, I was really missing my Grandpa at that moment. I couldn't let him get rid of things I'd never get back that belonged to him, so I returned to my apartment. Things were okay for a bit there and he was worshipping the ground I walked on for whatever reason. "Scared he had lost me forever." Was his explanation. But of course he had went off on me again because I came home too late and didn't call him one night. He proceeded to move all the furniture in our bedroom up against the door when I was in the shower one morning. I was in a towel and went to go in my room and get dressed like usual and the door is barricaded. He proceeds to yell through the door that I'm not coming in and good luck. I had to get my grandma to a doctors appointment and I had no clothes anywhere else but my room so I busted the door in pieces and climbed over everything and got in. While I was getting my clothes he starts mocking me and verbally abusing me. I had my back turned and suddenly I got hit in the back of the head with such forced that I hit the ground face first. I think I must have gotten knocked out for a second or two. I panicked when I realized i was on the floor. I had a huge knot on the back of my head immediately when I got back off the ground I realized what had happened, he had thrown a solid wood dresser drawer at the back of my head. He could have easily killed me with that. That was the last straw for me in that moment. I told him I was calling law enforcement so he had better get lost. I called dispatch and told them what happened and they sent ambulances, fire trucks, and officers over. I was so embarrassed. Stupid I know. But, they took the report, got the judge to issue me an emergency protective order and I declined medical attention because I needed to get my grandma to her doctors appointment. By the time I got home, all I wanted to do was sleep. He still wasn't there. So before I went to bed I went to home depot and got a new set of door locks and installed them before I went to bed. Let's just say, when my abuser came in at 2am all apologetic and woke me up I was surprised. I asked him, "how in the fuck did you get in here?" He said "umm.. my key." Thanks kwikset. What are the odds? I proceeded to tell him that he was not allowed to be there, the judge issued an emergency protective order and I had changed the locks for a reason. He had not even noticed the locks being changed and proceeded to keep apologizing all over himself. I told him go sleep on the couch and leave me alone. He finally did. And I went back to sleep. Things remained calm for the next few days. Until one night I came home too late for his liking and he proceeded to chew me out when I came in and was getting ready for bed. I was not out at a bar or any social event. I was at my grandparents doing dishes. I am my grandmother's caretaker. He kept getting angrier and angrier. He proceeds to slap my phone out of my hand when I tried to show him my Google timeline and pushed me causing me to fall over my vanity stool and land on it on its side and broke it. That upset me because ever since I was a teenager I wanted a make up vanity to get ready in front of, but could never have one because of either the cost or lack of space where I was living. I finally treated myself to one when we moved into the apartment and now the stool is broken. I started crying. Then I hear a knock at the door, it's the police. I guess one of the neighbors called and said they could hear a woman being hit and screamed at coming from our unit. He was hiding in our closet and I tried to lie and say that he wasn't there. They insisted on coming in to check and he came out of the closet and was apprehended. They questioned us separately and he was arrested because he admitted to slapping my phone out of my hand. "Damage to a wireless communication device" and "preventing someone from calling law enforcement." So they take him in. I felt so guilty and at the same time relieved. It's hard to explain. Well while he was in jail, the DA slapped another charge on him. A felony for throwing the dresser drawer at me. Assault with a deadly weapon -not a firearm. He was looking at 4 years. In the following days, the courts were trying to subpoena me to testify against him. I dodged there attempts and even got a failure to appear warrant for not going to my own court hearing to avoid making matters worse for him. I still have a warrant to this day. I just thought, if they succeed and i end up getting served, I will not go in that courtroom and lie. I've been through way too much trauma to lie about it for any reason. See, before things got so bad. I covered everything up about what was really going on in our relationship. I didn't want anyone to worry about me or think negatively of him so I concealed everything for many years. Things just got out of hand and people started to see through the excuses. So he spent a week and a half or so in jail until his mom bailed him out because he called and apologized and promised her that we would go clean the old house so that she could get it up for sale soon. He put very minimal effort into that as well. Myself and a friend of mine hauled 20+ dumploads of stuff he hoarded in the garage and around the outside of the house, burned enough scrap wood to build another house, weeded, cleaned the kitchen, bathrooms, and walls, drained and cleaned the hottub I had got my abuser for Christmas the prior year. He would start off helping and then find an excuse to go to his storage and not return for hours while we did everything. Once we got it done, I was just happy that it was done and I could go catch up on things at my grandparents house that i needed to catch up on.. Things continued to go round and round from there. Eventually he let his cases go to warrant status. So my efforts in trying to help him were all for nothing, so here I sit in an apartment that I signed a lease on and my grandma cosigned for. He lives here free and smokes my cigarettes. He does buy groceries with his foodstamps but holds that over my head every chance he gets. Once I got charged with the violation of the restraining order I also got deactivated from all the app based work I was doing. (Doordash, instacart, Uber eats, Amazon flex.) So I'm really struggling over here financially. How long do these charges stay on your record or show up in a back ground check? Is there anyway I can get rid of it? Here's the kicker: the court has my case summary on record as I violated the restraining order that they didn't serve me with until I was already in custody. They brought a process server to my cell to serve me. Does that give me a leg to stand on. This whole thing has taken its toll on me, mentally and physically. I would just like to get back on my feet somehow after I have been brought down so low by an individual I trusted.

Basically I’m building an app make lets you book fun stuff to do for just you and your friends in 60 seconds.
We made it to be specifically for people who already know each other to spend time together in their city.
The idea came from the seeing that hanging out as an adult is pretty much centered around dinner or drinks but there’s a wide range of local activities that people would love to do but it’s a pain in the ass to plan like karaoke, paintball, gokarting etc.
This isn’t a travel app, we don’t have food, photography, tours, or guides.
This ain’t an events app, we don’t have public events happening at a particular time
We’re a marketplace to book fun activities that locals love and make it really easy to get your friends onboard.
Some special features we have
You can split a reservation in app: book, pay for yourself, and send your friends a link they can use to pay for their self.
You can invite friends and see who’s going in one place: sync with your sms, select your contacts and send them the link invite. It’ll also automatically remind them to join after a few days and everyone shows up on the rsvp page
If you’d like to check it out:
Outing on iOS
Outing on Android

We have known less than a week that the tumor is malignant. They approved the transfer of his care to a teaching hospital on the opposite end of the state.
But that’s all we know.
We don’t know what stage it is. If it’s follicular, parafollicular, unilateral, bilateral, anaplastic, or anything else.
All we know is that he’s constantly nauseous, he’s tired all the time, he has a hard time swallowing and that it’s painful to palpate….and that it’s cancer.
The surgical oncologist will meet with us tomorrow. Then we can talk to the teaching hospital about how to handle this. I haven’t slept in two days. I haven’t had anything but coffee since Monday- I just have no appetite. I’d probably puke it up anyway- haha.
My husband is in a field that can be very ageist, so he’s prided himself on being active and fit and not looking his years. His work is very fast paced, this firm expects that out of an eight hour work day, 6.5 hours of that are billable. He is even now gunning for a promotion and determined not to tell his work. He is petrified that he will slow down, his billable hours won’t be where they need to be, and he’ll be laid off. He is steadfast that they see nothing but the project handling, customer wrangling, work horse that he’s always been.
He’s the sole breadwinner in the family. My office closed up shop last year and we agreed that I should finish my degree that I paused when I got pregnant. It’s been an adjustment, but we’ve been getting by. I offered to pause my studies and go back to work but he won’t have it. Absolutely not. (It may not even matter in the end, since it looks like I’ll be repeating the classes I’m taking this semester. Turns out when you’re preoccupied with cancer it doesn’t really matter how hard you study. It’s the only thing that occupies your brain.) We are keenly aware that if he loses his job, we will lose the house, our insurance ,and the ability to pay for the six hour drive to the oncologist.
My husband has always been very proud that he could provide a moderately comfortable existence for us so the idea that that ability may falter- even temporarily, and through no fault of his own- has shattered him. We aren’t the Rockefellers but his career and careful planning allowed us to buy our house and treat ourselves to some modest family vacations. When we met I was dirt poor, and was scrounging up spare change from the couch cushions to buy my then-toddler a birthday present from the Goodwill. Just being able to drive to the Grand Canyon for a vacation is something I could’ve never done, and he is immensely proud that he can do this for us.
We’ve agreed not to tell our son, Troy. Troy tends to be a worry wart, and considering that this is statistically a very treatable cancer, we don’t want to say anything unless we have to. Troy is already on antidepressants- worrying about his stepdad that he loves very much would wreak havoc on his mental state. Heck, when his biodad broke his ankle, Troy drove him to the hospital and refused to leave until his dad was out of surgery and in recovery. And then proceeded to be a little fuss budget for weeks after. We’ve planned our first (and subsequent) trips to the oncologist when he’s at his dad’s house. Luckily school is stressful enough for me that he thinks that’s why I’m acting this way. (Troy is also in some pretty intense therapy for unrelated reasons, so I really want to protect his mental state as best I can.)
I am trying not to worst-case-scenario this but it’s almost impossible. My husband, Michael, hasn’t said much of anything to me about how he’s feeling. He doesn’t want me to worry more than I already am. Michael said he won’t participate in a treatment plan that makes him gain or lose weight, become even more tired than he already is, or just plain makes him feel crummy. He’s not giving up his volunteer work at the humane society with Troy, he will continue to tend to the massive blackberry hedge he has cultivated, compete in paintball tournaments, and so on. Any treatment that encroaches upon that he won’t accept. I want him to live as close to normal as he can, but not if it means his health is sacrificed. He keeps telling me that he’s gonna lick this, it’ll be over before the Fourth of July and that I’m needlessly fretting. Maybe I am. I don’t want to argue with him- it’s his body and his diagnosis after all. And what if this is anaplastic? I don’t want to spend time arguing. I want to spend it making memories and making Michael as happy as he’s made me.
We’ve had fourteen years together. I cannot imagine a life that doesn’t have him in it. I don’t want to burden my husband with my worries. I just hope that all my worrying is ultimately for naught and that the faith I have placed in the statistics regarding thyroid cancer will bear fruit. In the meantime, I’m rambling. I’m sorry. It’s late and I’m scared.

The scene faded back in to a long-distance shot of the hill, the Gaffers strumming up with their trailer.
"Welcome back to Total Drama Action," Chris said, lounging in a chair on top of the hill with sunglasses over his eyes and a drink-filled coconut in his hand. "We're in the middle of some pretty wild action right now!" he added, lifting his shades and leaning forward.
The camera cut to the Gaffers slowly moving up the mountain. "How much longer do we have to drag this thing?" Izzy asked.
"Try not to think about it," Sky answered. "It'll make the trip seem longer to you.”
"There's still time for Brick to step up and be the hero for the Killer Grips," Chris announced as the camera panned down to the Grips.
"We'll help you pull up the trailer if it makes you feel better," Trent said to the cadet.
"No means no," Brick sternly told them. “I won't repeat myself.”
The camera cut back to the Gaffers as they reached the top of the slope. They stopped and cheered and the camera showed the Grips frowning at a dejected Brick before cutting back to Ripper. "We beat those chumps!" he cheered.
"Weeelllll...," Chris interrupted slowly with a sly grin on his face, "nnnoooottt exactly..."
"What?" Ripper grunted.
"That was only the first part of the challenge!" Chris explained. "Did I neglect to mention that?" The Gaffers slouched forward in depression.
"It's time to make a movie!" Chris announced over a shot of the artificial hill growing closer. The scene cut to the top, where the host himself stood in front of the Screaming Gaffers and a fully-constructed set of what looked like an elderly person's living room – pictures hung on each of its two walls, a grandfather clock stood on the left side, and a lavender sofa was sitting in front of a yellow-curtained window in the back. "And what we have here," Chris continued, "is the set for a tear jerker. Starring an elderly lady considering her long life!"
“How interesting," Sky muttered to herself sarcastically.
"I hate that we don't have a trailer," Millie said in front of a red-curtained window.
"We won't have any vanity lighting without one," Anne Maria told her and faced Brick. "Thanks, Brick."
The shot changed to show Chris' back as he faced the Killer Grips, who were on a set of their own – with a desk set in front of the window and armchair and a maroon couch on the right hand wall, the fake room had a darker and more masculine feel to it. "You'll be making a feature about a thug," the host told them, "who tries to go straight, but can't resist the lure of the street."
"That's as interesting as watching grapes turn into raisins," Jasmine said dryly.
"Will we have a lunch break soon?” Justin asked. “One of my agents, Jesús, works in a film set, and he follows union rules, which include mandatory meal breaks."
"Oh yeah?" Chris asked. "Who here is in the union?" He raised his hand happily, and none of the castmates did. "Yeah, I thought so."
Confessional: Justin
"I'm pretty sure my agent is the lucky one here given that he's not being supervised by an egocentric host," Justin deadpanned.
Confessional Ends
"And now, it's time to choose an actor to perform a scene," Chris said as the footage cut back, showing the host and Chef standing in between the two sets. "Chef!" the host said with a grin as he turned to his assistant, who held a pair of large manilla envelopes in his hands. "Give the teams their scenes!"
The hulking man shoved one of the envelopes into Sky's arms, and she opened it with an uncertain look. "So it looks like we need an old lady for this," she said, pulling a sheet of paper halfway out and reading it.
"Oh, please!" Izzy cried out as she ran up to Sky. "Let me do it! It's gotta be me! I've got an old soul! I'm like 87-years-old in the inside 'cause I've been reincarnated, like, a whole bunch of times!” Chase and Ripper shot each other concerned looks as she was speaking. “Actually, I'm the reincarnation of my very own Granny Mavis!" She then leaned in closer to Sky and began to speak in a Scottish accent. "'Aye there, laddie! Ya spelled a wey bit'a haggis on yer kilt, and I can tell ya of the Lochs a risin' up to the claw!'" Izzy exhaled and bowed.
"Okay, fine!" the team shouted in annoyance.
“Our character's name is 'Big Lucky Parmigiano'," Trent read from his team's papers, Jasmine, Millie, and Anne Maria standing nearby.
"That sounds like a tough guy," Millie said before the camera panned over to Justin staring at his reflection in his mirror.
“Is something the matter?” the hot boy asked in confusion.
“You have to play the gangster,” Trent told him.
“And why should I be the one?” Justin asked.
“Trent's too sensitive to be the tough gangster,” Jasmine explained.
“Don't expect Brick to be a tough guy!” Chef called out as he stood near the set. “That's for sure.”
“My drill sergeants are nicer than you in comparison,” Brick sniffed.
“All of us are ruled out,” Trent told Justin. “You just have to shine your way through!” Justin grabbed the envelope from him after thinking deeply.
"Alright," Chris announced through his megaphone, "set up the shot! Whoever can get Chef," he explained as the man in question walked over to a pair of director's chairs stationed in front of a video monitor as a military drumline played in the background, "mister ex-Army Corporal, to show any emotion wins the challenge."
Chef sat down in one of the chairs and put a pair of headphones on, then crossed his arms. As soon as the host stopped talking, he leaned in close to the camera that was on him, baring his tightly-clenched teeth and growling angrily.
The footage skipped ahead, showing Scott adjusting one of the stage lights on top of the set. The camera panned down and to the right, briefly catching a glimpse of Ripper holding a boom mic before the shot stabilized on Chase and Izzy, the former applying makeup to the girl as she held her script and hunched over.
"Okay, your makeup is done," Chase said as he tapped Izzy's face with powder. "And now I have to make you feel like an old lady."
"I feel like eighty-years have already passed since they started to adjust the lighting!" Izzy stated.
"Do not move, redhead!" Scott cried from the top of the set.
"Oh, don't worry," Izzy responded. "I can't. My legs are totally asleep!"
"Could I get that again?" MK called out from behind the soundboard. “I can't hear you!”
Izzy glared at her teammate for a moment before yanking the boom mic from out of Ripper's hands. "MY LEGS ARE ASLEEP!" she screamed into the mic at the top of her lungs. MK screamed as the louder volume sent her flying back onto the ground.
The scene flashed over to the Grips, Justin reading over his lines while Millie fiddled with a cord running across the stage nearby with Anne Maria watching and Jasmine was holding a stage light above.
"I gotta say," Justin said, "these lines do not fit the description of tough and ruthless."
“Just say what's written on the paper!” Anne Maria huffed.
“We all have to do our part,” Millie added.
“Just stand there and look pretty like you usually do, eye candy,” Anne Maria continued.
“Do you honestly expect them to believe that what I'm gonna say would make for a gangster?” Justin argued back.
Chris was shown giggling from behind the stage. "Friction between the crew and talent," he said sneakily. "I love it! It's like a real film set."
"Chris isn't going to correct our script," Millie told him, setting the cord down and standing up to look at him. "Just do the best that you can with what you're given."
"I can't believe they settled that so fast," Chris noted to the camera. "Sometimes, this business really stinks."
"I know my room isn't the cleanest," Scott stated as he examined his team's set in the back, "but this is a mess. I mean, the wires for the lights-" He stopped when his foot got caught on some wiring. It wrapped around his ankle and tightened every time he tried to move, and it resulted in the stage light the wire was attached to to drop and pulled the wiring upward. Scott got dragged off his feet and hanged upside down. "Chase, I know you did this as a prank! Get me down now!"
MK came over with a pole in her hand. "I'll help you down if it means you'll shut up," she said before using the pole to push up the stage light and free Scott.
The boy crashed onto the ground with a grunt, and then he got back to his feet. "Thank you," Scott grumbled halfheartedly.
"Eh, no sweat," MK shrugged and walked off.
Confessional: MK
“No, I didn't forget about us looking for the case together back on the island,” MK reminded the audience. “I don't see me and Scott dating anytime soon, but teaming up to take over the game would be preferable.”
Confessional: Scott
“As annoying as MK can be, she's the most worthy person to be in an alliance with,” Scott confessed, “and with my low popularity among the others, I'll need her help.”
Confessionals End
The scene cut to a box of tape in between Chase and Izzy, and they were each of different colors.
"We have seven colors of tape. Which one do you want to use?" Chase asked his teammate, whose legs started to wobble from standing still for a long time.
“Uh, are you hanging in there?” Ripper wondered after coming over to check on Izzy.
"My legs are starting to tingle!" Izzy complained as her entire body started to shake. "I don't think I can hold much..." She lost all feeling in her body and collapsed onto the floor. "Longer."
"Really?!" Scott cried from his position. "We had the lighting just right!"
"Get back to first positions!" Sky called as she walked through the set.
"Ugh, it's been decades!" Izzy yelled in distress. "Can we just get the ball rolling on my eventual Best Actress nomination?"
"And now," Chris cheerfully announced through his megaphone, "time for the final hair and make-up!" The shot switched from the six Gaffers on their stage to the six Grips.
The camera zoomed in on Justin as Brick walked up to him with a large purple flower-print make-up bag in his hand. "This light is unappealing," he said as he took out a make-up brush and started dusting Justin's face. "I can't work without a proper trailer and lighting, but I'll do the best I can." He observed Justin's face after he dusted. "Now you have to lift your chin up so I can powder it."
"That's enough!" Chef shouted. He grabbed Brick by the shoulder, and threw him into a director's chair.
"Sir, what was that?" Brick asked. "All actors require a good dose of make-up and-"
"We've got to toughen you up, you big old marshmallow!" Chef said, poking the younger man in the chest for emphasis.
Confessional: Chef Hatchet
"I've got to admit," Chef confessed, "I see a bit of myself in Brick. But I had to develop the macho in myself without somebody like me helping! This is gonna be fun!"
Confessional Ends
"Here's the deal," Chef stated, pacing about slowly in front of the teen. "I'll help you man up and win this thing. You don't ask any stupid questions and you split the prize with me.” He leaned in closer towards Brick's face. “Like they say, it's an offer you can't refuse. I won't let you," he finished with a deadly scowl, much to Brick's discomfort.
Chase was shown tying the straps of a maroon bonnet into a bow under Izzy's chin while Scott watched. The girl's hair had been colored white and hidden into the bonnet, and she had on a long skirt of a similar color.
"Not too shabby," Chase told her.
"'Aye, lassie!'" Izzy responded, speaking in her Scottish accent. "'That's ona'count a me bein' a master thespian!"
"Just don't speak in that Scottish accent. It's too out of date," Sky noted after arriving on the set.
Over on the Grips, Justin had put on a dark brown suit coat to match the fedora he'd chosen, and after flashing a smile into his hand mirror and stowing it away, he caught the lime green paintball gun prop thrown to him.
A drumroll started as the shot cut to Chris, who held a film slate above his head and slowly opened the stick. "And thaaatt's...action!" The camera cut to a close-up of the slate just as the drumroll ended and the stick was clapped.
The footage switched to letterbox format and a noir-style tune started to play as the Grip's scene began. "When I was young schoolgirl in Poland," Justin began in a gruff voice, "frolicking through the fields with my pet goat in the summer sun," as the actor continued, the shot cut to Chef and Chris as they watched the monitor and listened with looks of shock and disbelief on their faces, "those," Justin sighed as the two watching him shared a glance and the camera showed the grainy monitor feed, "were my happiest days."
"Did you check the envelopes before you labeled them?" Chris asked with a sly look.
"I thought you checked 'em!" Chef answered, a briefly troubled expression fading as the host began to snicker, and the cook joined in.
A touching tune began as the Gaffers' scene began to play on the monitor feed. "Now you listen and you listen good!" Izzy said in an elderly tone as she hobbled across the set assisted by a cane; the footage promptly switched back to letterbox format for the remainder of her scene. "If your fighter doesn't go down in the first round, you'll be sleeping with the fishes!" She brandished her cane menacingly as she spoke, but started to fumble her lines. "And, uh... that's tough to do because... you know, they have no eyelids and it's hard to sleep." She then paused and looked over at the camera, breaking character completely. "Hey, I-I can flip my eyelids! Hey, anyone wanna see me flip them?"
The shot cut to Chef widening his eyes in confusion before moving to MK and Sky watching from the Gaffers' soundboard. "E-Scope is nuts, but I won't lie when I say she's committed!" the team's leader said and MK nodded.
The viewpoint moved over Chef's shoulder as he watched the next part of the Grips' scene on the monitor, the footage switching back to letterbox format as the young man began to speak again. "I've lived a good, long life," Justin said mournfully, closing his eyes as he set the prop gun down on the desk. "I've loved, I've laughed," he paused to sigh and put his hands on the desk, hanging his head sadly, "but what I miss most of all...is my sweet little goat. Shopa!" he cried, raising his head dramatically towards the sky as touching music swelled up in the background. "Ohhh, baaa, baaa!" Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he mourned the lost goat.
"Baa, baa!" Chef echoed, struggling to contain his tears before he broke out crying. Millie and Jasmine were shown wiping away their own tears with the aid of a box of tissues, and Chef walked over to join them, even blowing his nose.
"C-c-cut!" Chris declared, trying to hide his own emotion from the camera. "Okay! Enough! It's too much for Chef to take! Justin clearly wins for best performance!"
Triumphant music opened up in the background as the shot cut back to the attractive teen smiling broadly. "The Killer Grips win it!"
"Ay, ay, oh, oh!" Izzy complained in her gangster accent as she threw her gun down. "I was robbed! Yeah, I'll see you in the morgue, capiche?!"
“Can you knock off your imitations already?!” Ripper groaned, causing the redhead to pay attention to him. “It's getting really old!”
"Did you not want me to get tougher?" Brick asked with a light chuckle to a still-crying Chef.
"Tough guys cry!" Chef countered, grabbing the younger man by the neck of his shirt. "And did you notice how your team just won? Who was the judge, Brick?" he growled in a low voice. "Who?"
The camera focused on Brick as he cringed in fear and new-found panic.
The footage skipped forward, and the camera flew in towards the cast trailers. Scott was leaning against his trailer until he saw MK walking over to him. "What do you want?" he asked.
“I'm here to talk to you about the vote,” MK replied.
“I know I'm going to get the majority tonight,” Scott said. “No need to remind me.”
“That's going to happen if you don't let me finish, Scott,” MK shot back.
“Go on,” Scott sighed.
“Like you said, you could get voted off for your past stunts, but I can sway the votes away from you and onto another person with my skills of convincing,” MK bragged.
“How will you even do that, MK?” Scott asked.
“It's clear you didn't sabotage us or mess up today, so voting you off because of the past will fall flat,” MK noted and started to smirk. “And luckily, there's someone else who's to blame for us losing today.”
Scott smirked as well. “I can already tell who's getting the boot if your plan works.”
Confessional: Scott
"So I analyzed my strategy last season," Scott explained in the make-up trailer, "and I realized that it was super risky and dumb. Imagine if my team lost because of me throwing the challenge and I got the boot despite my best efforts? That's definitely going away with me and MK teamed up now."
Confessional: MK
“Me and Scott are in an alliance now, but that's not going to be enough to secure my win this season,” MK said and whipped out a phone. “My season one strategy of recording confessionals went to waste since I got eliminated early there, but I want to make use of what people are saying. That way, I could potentially cause drama between the contestants and get any targets off my back.”
Confessionals End
The scene faded into the same sequence used to introduce the Gilded Chris Ceremony during the previous episode – the shot of the amphitheater, the stream of scenes featuring the host himself, and the gleaming golden statue flanked by fireworks, all set to that dramatic award show theme.
A jazzier tune began once the footage flashed to the ceremony itself, Chris waving to the camera as he approached the podium. The six members of the Screaming Gaffers were shown watching with unimpressed looks – Ripper, Chase and MK in a higher row; Sky, Izzy, and Scott in a lower one – and Chef Hatchet was shown doing a drumroll ending in a motion towards the host.
"And now it's time to cast your votes and determine who will stroll down the Walk of Shame!" Chris announced to the castmates before showing the limousine idling at the end of the red carpet. The Gaffers gasped, and a dramatic beat began the usual musical accompaniment used during an elimination. "Under your seats you'll find voting devices," he said as Sky reached down and picked hers up. "Just press the button of the person you want voted off!" The screen of the voting device was shown, the face of each remaining contestant scrolling past long with a button next to each.
"It's easy," Chris told them, "sooo, cast your votes! Who will it be?" he asked over a shot of Ripper looking nervous. "Who will be cast off the set?" The footage flashed through shots of the Gaffers – Izzy, then MK, then Ripper, then Chase, then Scott – as they considered who to vote for. Chef began another drumroll as the votes were cast, and a stream of electronic boops and beeps were heard as the camera panned over to a large old-fashioned computer sitting on the stage just past the cook-turned-drummer.
Chef looked at the computer at the end of his drumroll, and it began to slowly print something out. "And it looks like all the votes have been cast," Chris announced from off-screen before the camera switched to his close-up. "Chef?" The sound of paper being torn was heard in the background, and Chef handed the print-off.
"Remember," the host told the castmates, "if you get a Gilded Chris, you get to stay because, rather suitably, the Gilded Chris represents the luster of fame, and, immortal greatness!" As he spoke, a trapdoor opened on the stage next to him, and five golden awards rose up on a marble pedestal from below. Chris chuckled, and the camera focused on the anxious Gaffers as he announced the results.
"Aaand Gilded Chris's go to...Sky!" With a smile, he tossed an award to Sky, and she caught her reward happily.
"Ripper and MK!" Chris added. The latter caught hers with a smug smile, and the former caught his cockily.
The camera switched back over to Chris. "And now, only three nominees left," he said as the view changed to a split-screen with Izzy on the right, Chase in the middle, and Scott on the left. A tense and high-pitched tune began to play as the bottom three's eyes widened.
"And, the loser is...Izzy!" Both Scott and Chase looked towards the wild girl just before their parts of the split-screen slid away and Izzy was left gaping. "Time to go!" Chris announced.
“I'm not going anywhere,” Izzy objected. “That's not my name.”
Chris looked over at Chef. “Girl likes to be called Kaleidoscope,” the cook explained while Izzy stayed in her seat.
“Can I get a pen over here?” Chris raised his hand in annoyance. A pen was given to him, and he started to write on the paper. “It says "E-Scope" now, okay?!” This made Izzy finally stand up.
"And remember," Chris told her as she started to walk past the stage, "you can never come back, ev-er!" The host pressed an orange button next to his microphone, and two identical guards came over and grabbed Izzy by her arms.
“Take her to the Lame-o-sine!” Chris instructed as the guards dragged Izzy on her knees. The footage skipped ahead to the guards walking down the red carpet before throwing the eliminated contestant into the Lame-o-sine. After the door was closed, the guards walked off.
Izzy pops her head up from the ceiling. "This was just a dress rehearsal, my darlings!” she laughed and blew kisses as the limo started to drive away from the red carpet. “You'll see my star on the Walk of Fame. Mark my words. Mark them!" she ended her speech intensely while the back of the Lame-o-sine was shown.
(Roll the Credits)
(Bonus Clip)
“Whoo, I feel so alive!” Izzy bellowed out as she sat down, revealing that her hair had been blown back from the wind. “I'm the Izzy E-Scope. I can kick backsides on reality programs! I can tie my ankles together and do backflips down an up escalator! Wanna see?” She stood up towards the camera, which moved up and down to signal approval. “Well then, we'll have to go someplace with an up escalator, won't we?” Izzy sat back down in a relaxed position. “Yeah. When Hollywood starts calling, E-Scope will have a lot of things on the special skill portion of her resume.” She dropped to the ground. “I just made myself invisible! Can we stop for banana splits and milkshakes and cheese?” she asked the camera and bounced to her seat. “Oh oh oh oh, and let's go someplace with an up escalator. You know what I mean? Whoo!”
Eva - 14th
Geoff - 14th
Izzy - 12th
Killer Grips: Anne Maria, Brick, Jasmine, Justin, Millie, Trent
Screaming Gaffers: Chase, MK, Ripper, Scott, Sky

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