Okay this is in Oklahoma and a lot happened but to summarize basically I've been with this man-child for 3 years almost, I ended up breaking it off after work on Monday (mainly) because of all the issues he has but just blatantly refuses to fix. Immediately after having the discussion he flipped out, throwing things across the room and screaming at me to leave. I stayed at a friend's house that night with nothing but my bag and the clothes I had worn to work. The next day I wake up to a phone call from him where he told me not to bother going back to the apartment because he already let his mom go through all of my things. He said he told her I wanted to fight her (never said that) so she's now determined to kick my ass, and that all of her gang-banger friends now have the addresses of all my family and friends to hurt them as well (this man never remembered my phone number, no way in hell he knows anyone's address lmao but still). I have a witness to this conversation. I also was informed by one of my employees that he had come with his mother to my workplace looking for me, apparently he had been swerving through the parking lot and was acting aggressive and intoxicated. We called law enforcement out and my friend and I went back to the apartment to find it completely destroyed, multiple holes in the walls, and a lot of my furniture was torn apart across the floor, as well several paintings and art pieces that held quite a bit of sentimental value to me. I also found that my medication, makeup,some art supplies, and my medical marijuana paraphernalia has all been taken. His cat was standing on the balcony, I don't know how long she had been outside for. He was not home at the time thankfully, and we had cops standing by while I grabbed some of my things and cared for the animals. Several hours later I was at a friend's apartment on the other side of the complex after submitting the Emergency Protective order petition, id parked far down the road just in case he drove by and surprise surprise he did, I remember hearing the familiar sound of his truck before his mom knocked on the door, I was thrown in a closet to hide and dial 911 while my friend stood at the door talking to them, and thankfully he got them to leave before the police arrived. I can't imagine what might have happened if I didn't move my car down the street. I stayed with a different friend that night for my own safety. The next day went by relatively uneventful until later in the night, we got the EPO and I immediately went and made a bunch of copies before returning to my friend's house on the other side of the complex. I had been in contact with his dad who was using the tracker on his phone to keep me updated on his location, and at this point he had returned to his adoptive parents house in Oklahoma City. At around 20:45 on Wednesday we decided to head back to my apartment to take care of the animals and we found the residence occupied by a couple that none of us recognized. We quickly ran back to my friend's place and called 911, Police came out and removed them from the premesis, and they came out with bags and bags of mine and his things. The woman seemed very confused and had a baby with her, she said that my ex had given her all of it, and that I could take any of my belongings. We went through all the bags and I found several small things of mine, she claims that she was told to stay there and watch over the apartment and to pack his things for him, we got him on the phone (through his dad, I have not spoken to him at all since Tuesday morning when he called me) and he told the officers they weren't supposed to be there and that his key was stolen, and he still sounded heavily intoxicated. Finally everyone left and we went inside to find that everything had been pretty well cleaned up, but the vast majority of my belongings were missing. Adding now my PC, monitor and keyboard, a sewing machine and many yards of fabrics and notions, a cake decorating kit, a small TV and fire stick, a sweing kit from my great-great-grandmother, and a diamond necklace my mother had gotten me for my 16th birthday to the list of missing things. My jewelry box was cleaned out, anything that seemed valuable is now gone, his dad swears up and down they're going to get it all back to me but I don't think that's going to happen. We also found a bread knife with a white-powder on one side of it sitting in the living room, we suspect it to be meth or cocaine (more than likely meth, taking his mother's history and his behavior into account) but when I tried to have it tested the officer told me to just throw it out because it would just be a waste of time. That was the last big event, the last few days have been comparatively quiet aside from getting the PO amended so I can leave the apartment, and his dad texting me, begging me to drop the PO (I won't) I really want to press charges, the court Hearing for the protective order is on the 23rd and I want to be prepared for it, and I have a police report that was approved on Sunday that I have no clue what to do with.
TLDR: Crazy ex gets drunk after breakup, harasses and threatens my entire support system, destroys a bunch of my things and gives away all my valuables to his mothers meth-addicted buddies, and now is hiding behind his dad's hoping I'll drop the protective order.
Do I need an attorney? If so how do I get one? I don't have money right now as I'm trying to get a new place to live, do I still have options? I have a paper trail and witnesses to everything, what is the next step I need to take? Can I press charges for things that happened before we broke up (SA/DV??)? His parents have money and I'm afraid they won't make this an easy fight, but this man has spent his entire adult life having everything handed to him, and walking all over everyone around him. I spent 3 years trying to "fix" him and I want to make sure that after this he won't go off and hurt another girl the same way he did me. Any help is appreciated!

Hi guys. I’m looking for someone to take over my lease for a 2 bedroom 1 bath apartment. You can move in July 1st (or sooner) and the lease ends in December. It’s located in Winter Park, not even 2 miles away from Full Sail, 5 miles from Rollins, about 20 minutes away from UCF. Easy access to downtown, Mills50, Baldwin Park area. Rent is $1375 plus utilities. I might even throw in some furniture. Let me know if you’re interested!

Over a century ago, a British archeologist named Howard Carter began excavations in the unforgiving Egyptian Desert with the hopes of discovering something; something that remained a mystery for many centuries: the 3400-year-old tomb of an ancient king, Tutankhamun.
The site Carter chose for this excavation project was the Valley of the Kings, which was a burial place of ancient kings for many centuries. Before Carter, several archeologists carried out excavations in the Valley. And in the process, discovered several tombs and artifacts.
But archeologists weren't the only ones the Valley attracted. For generations, the Valley was raided by thieves, who exploited it in every way possible. So much so that when Carter arrived at the site with his men in 1917, they found themselves standing atop 30-foot piles of debris stones.
And it's for the same reason why many archeologists questioned Carter's sanity when news of his excavation reached them. Without exception, all of them labelled the Valley a heavily exhausted Site.
But Carter would listen to no one.
He gathered all the resources, and manpower, and for the next five years, went all in into the excavations with the support of his rich patron George Herbert, 5th Earl of Carnarvon.
Those five years were a rough period for the passionate archeologist because up until the end of it, he wouldn't discover anything worthwhile to justify the enormous money being spent.
At one point Carnarvon lost all his hope and called Carter to inform him about the partnership break. But Carter was somehow able to talk Carnarvon out of his decision. He pointed out how some artifacts discovered by another archeologist nearby had Tutankhamun's name inscribed on them. And that Tut must be lying somewhere underneath that place waiting to be found.
Finally, the day arrived in November 1922.
After back-breaking labor, nasty heartbreaks, and burning ₹210+ crores, it happened. A boy carrying water slipped and fell over what at first seemed like a stone. It was, of course, a stone, except it was the first stone step of the flight of stairs to the tomb.
In the weeks that followed, the stairs kept spiraling downwards reaching a distance of 26 ft. At the end of the final step, one of the workers' picks clanked against a limestone wall. Unsure of what was inside, Carter made a tiny crack in the wall and reached a candle inside—to check if the air inside was harmless to breathe. After reassuring, he widened the crevice to look inside the chamber…
When his eyes recalibrated to the low light of the chamber, after a brief blurriness at the candlelight, he witnessed the softly illuminated objects gradually coming to life—objects that last saw light over 3400 years ago. Carnarvon asked from behind, "Can you see anything?" Almost breathless, Carter answered, "Yes… wonderful things!"
At last, the team discovered the Tomb of the 19-year-old Boy King Tutankhamun. To date, it's the most intact tomb of a pharaoh to be ever discovered.
In the years leading up to the opening of Tut's Coffin in 1925, over 5398 objects were found in the chambers of the tomb, including furniture, golden jewels, figurines, musical instruments, board games, war weapons, clothes, vessels, carts, and a number of other things that Tut would need in the afterlife. Almost every object inside the tomb was either made of Gold or covered with it.
Tut's mummy lay inside three layers of coffins, with the innermost one made entirely of solid Gold and the rest wooden. Altogether, the total value of the entire collection in the tomb is estimated to be around $27 million in today's money.
Now, it's been a century since Carter opened that Tomb, but still, there's been no discovery in archeology that has matched its magnitude. Nothing ever has remotely come close to that.
Doesn't this story sound ridiculous to you in a way? How delusional someone should be to continue digging for five straight years despite seeing no evidence of progress?
On top of it all, Carter or nobody knew whether the Valley of Kings was exactly where Tut's tomb was located. They just went with their hunch. Five whole years and hundreds of crores would have been for nothing if the hunch turned out to be wrong. Carter knew this. But still, he took that leap of faith and persevered.
If Carter's mental strength and confidence are one thing, the faith Carnarvon had in Carter is everything. I couldn't understand the logic behind Carnovan's decision. Why would someone in their right mind bet a ridiculous amount of money on something that was just a theory with little to no evidence? What if Tut was never buried in the valley? Is it because Carter was a better salesman or was it Carnorvan's conviction that had him pouring money regardless? We know not.
But it's their combined belief, intuition, and effort that made this ultimate discovery possible.
It's easy to get discouraged when you don't see the results early on. But despite that, if you trust your guts, believe in your skills, and keep putting in the work.. one day you will find your own version of Tut's treasures.
So keep digging. For if you never dig, you will never know.

Has anyone else had issues with the furniture they get in the desert festival? I got a couple of cat statues and the cactus. I placed them on my farm in what I hoped would be a temporary location and now I can't pick them up.
Anyone else have this issue?

Hi vacuum experts! I'm moving to an all hardwood, LVP, and tile home in a few weeks and will only have one or two area rugs to vacuum. I currently have an upright that I would like to get rid of in favor of a vacuum that is better equipped for wood floors. I'm envisioning my new vacuum will, essentially, be an expensive, fancy broom and used to pick up dust and small debris as needed during the week and before mopping weekly. Upholstery tool included or able to purchase separate is a must for furniture vacuuming. I would like to stay under $250 (so please don't recommend Miele, Sebo, Henry, etc...I already know ya'll love them but I don't currently see the need to spend that much on a vacuum when I don't have shedding pets or carpeting). I'm located in the US so brands readily available in the US, please.
In the last 24 hours that I've been perusing this sub I have been convinced to go from cordless to corded stick and now considering a canister vac....but seems like it would be an adjustment after using an upright for so long and requires some "strategy" to get used to dragging the canister behind me. Teach me how to use a canister vac and convince me it's the way to go! Literally, teach me your canister vacuum ways! Does the canister actually roll around behind you or do you manually pick it up and move it?
I have my eye on the Simplicity Jill (if I go this route I will likely purchase the Wessel Works TK286 for the area rugs) so any specific feedback on that specific vacuum is appreciated!
Thank you in advance :)

Genocide looked to the sky. He thought of his mentor. The one who had saved him. He remembered his childhood. How powerless he was. He remembered the anger. He never wanted to hurt anybody. He thought of all the times he showed compassion. How much they hurt him for it. He saw the world before him, a graveyard. Humans. People that were supposed to be made in the image of some divine creator. They were but maggots feasting upon his remains. They ate away at his very being until nothing human remained. His thoughts were no longer his own. He had no joys in life that mattered. He hated humanity more than he could love anything about himself. He remember his first killing spree. Being gunned down by police. Left for dead. He remembered a hooded figure moving towards him. Getting closer the more he neared his death. He saw its pale face. Its impossibly black eyes. It was a man. This figure in question appeared to be of Japanese nationality with long, straight, loose hair. It emanated extreme malice. It offered him a choice. A purpose. Power. He thought the figure a reaper but it identified itself as Amakusa Masataka. Masataka guided him on how to kill and gave him specific locations to kill people in. In a sense, he became a hitman for quotas of people. He inquired what Masataka was. The presence of evil, his ability to appear and disappear at will, how he could control what people could see him and what people couldn't. While vague, years of killing for this being offered some insight. Amakusa Masataka belonged to a group of people not of this world. His people had been corrupted by a dark force long ago and had aligned themselves with the warlord who had subjugated their version of Japan. Their dark high priest assisted the warlord along with two others. These four rulers in turn served a larger order. The four were tasked with bringing about the end of the current world as an act of retribution for some fallen deity. Masataka's people acted as covert operatives for this empire. They were feared across the land and were collectively referred to as "Shinigami". An agent of the coming apocalypse, a servant of evil possessed by the will of those gods of death, Genocide would walk the earth.
Genocide stepped toward the station. A police cruiser rammed into him. He pulled out a knife and stabbed the hood of the car. The inhuman force of the knife created sparks which burst the engine into flames. The car crashed into a streetlight and exploded. A second cruiser neared the scene. No way a man could have done this. Yet still, out of the fires Genocide strode forth. It set upon the second vehicle, shooting out it's tires while jumping 9 feet into the air. The car tries to reverse but crashes into a wall. Genocide lands on the hood and kicks through the front window. Glass shatters under its boot, blinding the two officers inside. Genocide shoots one of the officers with a shotgun, killing him. The second officer in the passenger seat readies his pistol and takes aim. Only two shots fired, both directed at Genocide's head. It casually cocks its neck to avoid them. Then it grabs the officer's arm, breaking it. Genocide uses its free hand to grab the officer's head and bangs it into the dashboard no less than 5 times. The skull is shattered on the final impact. Genocide jumps off the car and continues on his mission.
Detective Evans speaks through a megaphone," This is your first and final warning. Stand down or we will use any and all means at our disposal to put you down." Genocide dropped its shotgun and raised its hands. A group of five SWAT team members rushed out the station, surrounding Genocide with riot shields. An officer accompanies them, edging behind the figure to apply handcuffs. Suddenly, Genocide springs to life , grabbing the officer behind him. He flips the officer over his head, slamming him into the pavement at his feet. Then Genocide stomps his head causing it to burst. Genocide drops a flash bomb from his coat sleeve, blinding the SWAT team as he draws his knife. He drives it into one SWAT member, the knife puncturing the shield and piercing his chest. Genocide kicks the corpse away withdrawing his knife. He goes to another, this time using the end of his boot toe in a rising kick to disarm their shield. He grabs them by the throat and drives the knife slowly into their eye socket. Another is tackled to the ground and beaten to death despite still being under the shield. Another is picked up and thrown into the fires still burning from the first auto incident. In no time, Genocide stood before an indistinguishable mass of gore, blood streaking across his black leather outfit. He laughed" So this is all you can give me. I'm not entertained." Officers took aim from the station windows, and snipers did so from other rooftops. Genocide laughed maniacally as he was rained down upon from all sides by a hailstorm of bullets. His body convulsed, but he did not fall. Moments more and he was on his knees. Still though, their efforts were futile. Gracia looked out and saw a black mist coalescing around the man in black. His blood. Blood erupted from his body only to transform into this dark mist that reentered his wounds. Genocide screamed. No. It was just an elevated pitch in his laughter. Optimism failed everyone yet again. Gracia saw Genocide holding something in his right hand. She could only make out a beeping red light. Genocide pushed the button triggering the carefully concealed explosives he laid in preparation for this event. C4 explosives went off in all the places he saw fit. The sniping posts he couldn't reach. The assault of lead lightened. Then Genocide drew an RPG from...somewhere. He collected himself and fired at the station's entrance. The explosion shook the station. From inside, the lights began to flicker. Communications were down on all fronts. Had he modified the rocket with some type of EMP? Not good. Amisdst the confusion Genocide entered using smoke bombs to mask his presence. Moving like a shadow, he killed everyone in the lobby silently with his knife. He made his way to the holding cells. Still they chanted. Still they praised. Still they raved for the arrival of genocide. Genocide shot the lock opening the cell. Jim Jimenez walked out and bowed before his master. Genocide smiled. He couldn't have imagined how proficient he had gotten with possession. Well, not quite possession. He had known of the Shinigami's ability to share their thoughts and emotions with humans. Shinigami like his mentor were ancient. They had so many years of memories, such strong a hatred for life that they overwhelmed the personality of the victim. The victim sees themselves as one of them. Shinigami can't force the will of the victim, so they find those who are already similar to them in some way. Genocide found the collective universal distrust of police to be a prime sentiment to capitalize on. He armed the inmates, infecting them with samples of his own dark essence.One particular inmate caught Genocide's eye. He knew the man's work. An arsonist. The one whom he recalls was responsible for blowing up his first car way back in high school. Rather than a standard firearm, Genocide gave the man a random assortment of grenades containing a special surprise. Genocide showed them visions of anarchy, of sending a message to a society that used and disregarded them. While this was also true of how he felt, years of living in darkness had changed him. He needed no purpose. No end goal. No justification. He just wanted to watch the world burn.
Genocide's small army broke off to engage several different wings of the station. Genocide went to the security room. He found Wayne, his informant, playing some FPS on one of the monitors. Wayne took of his headphones and asked," You kill everyone yet?" Genocide responded," No. You should get going before that happens. Your life becomes fair game if I run out of pigs to cook." Wayne clapped his hands, "Aight, GC my man, say less." He packed his things and left. Genocide drew a twin pair of handguns and laid waste to the station. He followed a group that took cover in the men's restroom. Kicking open multiple stalls he was surprised to find...nothing. Where had they gone? He turned around and saw his mentor, Masataka, smiling at him. It looked like him. Long, dark hair, black clothing, and soulless, empty eyes. But it wasn't. It was Genocide's own reflection in the mirror. Genocide smiled. He didn't notice the changes at first. They must have happened gradually. Subconsciously. From the final stall, an officer sprung into action, rushing Genocide, hitting him point blank with a shockgun round. Genocide felt the tingling sensation electrifying his body and grew numb. In spite of the pain, he took a single step. Then, another. He came within striking range of the officer and snatched the shockgun. Two more officers erupted from another stall, battering him with baton strikes. Genocide felt nothing. He clutched the shockgun in his hand like a bat and went to work pulverizing his attackers. An officer kicked in the bathroom door, a woman holding a pistol. She fired multiple times to no effect. Genocide stood covered in blood. He even let her reload. Twice. He wanted to see her despair. Her hopelessness. He walked towards her, shrugging off bullets as they pierced his body. His wounds healed nigh instantly due to the dark essence he had been imbued with. He held her face with both hands, lifting her body off the ground. As she screamed, he used her head to shatter the restroom mirror, running down the full length of it while smashing her into it at several points. He dropped the remains of what he held, washed his hands with soap, dried them, then exited the restroom.
The inmates that rallied for the cause of genocide attacked the station. Fortunately, they were nowhere near Genocide in terms of power and only carried one type of firearm each. They shared his healing ability but could be killed quite easily. Gracia encountered a sniper on the end or a west wing hallway. Other officers waited behind corners unable to get close. Gracia noticed the faulty lighting. In this hallway, the lights flickered in intervals of 3 seconds. Finding a pattern and timing her movements, she rushed the sniper at the exact moment the lights went out. Running the length of the hall, Gracia zigzagged, dodging the sniper inmate's bullets. She jumped on a wall, ran 3 feet on it, then kicked off it, pouncing on the assailant. She fired five shots into him, making sure to hit the brain and the heart. Two severe injuries that were impossible for Shinigami essence to heal simultaneously. Elsewhere, Evans took on another escaped inmate. A vehicular arsonist named Carson. Carson had a bag filled with an assortment of different grenades and was happily giving them out like candy on Halloween. "A flash bang here, a bit of tear gas there. Oh. Wait! Was that an ice grenade? Did the explosion freeze your leg to the floor? Whoops. Maybe a fire grenade will melt that for you. Hold on let me get one fore you," Carson rambled gleefully. Evans looked at the carnage before him. Officers burning. Officers partially frozen in blocks of ice. He took a breath and aimed his wristgun. He steadied his right forearm. Carson readied to throw a random grenade. Evans shot it the moment it left Carson's hand. The grenade exploded directly in front of Carson. Both Evans and Carson looked at each other in shock. Confetti. A party grenade? Carson quickly fumbled for another but was tackled and restrained by several officers. Meanwhile in the South wing, Lary had some colleagues set a trap for another shotgun toting inmate. He had them bait the inmate and flee. Giving chase he turned a corner and ran straight into Lary's fist. The inmate recovered and motioned to shoot Lary. "Let's tango. " Lary gave the code word. Nearby officers activated a device. A signal jammer of sorts. The inmate shoved the barrel of his gun into Lary's gut and pulled the trigger. Nothing. The special signal jammer in question was designed for firearms. It was a last resort as it left officers just as defenseless. Lary was having fun. He boxed the inmate in hand to hand combat. Despite the inmate's enhanced strength, Lary's technique pulled through. Lary ducked under one of the inmate's wide punches and did some type of rising uppercut where he jumped off the ground while spinning. One of the other officers whispered" The rising dragon." Lary smiled giving a thumbs up" Yeah, it was a rising dragon uppercut. Saw it in one O my kid's vidya games. Thought I'd try it out while I'm jacked on adrenaline".
Jim Jimenez looked long and hard at himself in the mirror. He was in the women's restroom. Some brainless woman had broken the men's restroom mirror with her face. For the first time in a long while Jim could think clearly. He was becoming sane. At the least he was no longer a raving lunatic. The life essence of the dark gods had healed the wounds to both his body and his mind. He saw his face, his scraggly dirty beard. He found a razor and shaved. He trimmed his beard somewhat. He liked it. He washed his hair. It fell down his face like silk, no longer greasy. His bloodshot eyes once burning with crazed intensity had cooled. He blinked. Just for a second, he saw the man known as Genocide. The man that attacked him. The one that killed him and gave him new life. The drug dealers. The police. They were all the same in his eyes now. They were all to blame for the world being what it is. Jim wanted to hate them. He wanted to take revenge, but he felt nothing. It didn't matter. He knew he was wronged, could logically justify acting against them, but he just didn't care anymore. About anything. He was finally free. Sensing his presence was no longer needed here, Jim vanished into the night. He needed to find someone who had had the answers he needed. Himself. Who had he been? Who was he now? Who could he become? Where was he going? So many questions to ponder indefinitely. So much time left in the rest of his life.
Genocide ran down the station's halls raining hailstorms of bullets upon its occupants. He had a handgun in each hand as well as a wristgun on each wrist. This effectively gave him 4 separate firearms that he could use simultaneously. Lary regrouped with Gracia, Evans, and a handful of others. They radioed all surviving officers near Genocide to flee to the roof. This plan had been set in motion days before the assault and had been kept hidden from most of the force. The plan involved scheduling flights for several helicopters to arrive at some point after Genocide arrived. There would be no way for him to prepare for them and pre-scheduling their arrival ensured they arrived regardless of if they were called or not. Lary and the others set about preparing the second jamming device. Genocide stood among a hallway of bodies. He saw one man clinging to life trying to crawl away. He decided on trying that other thing he saw his master do. He grabbed the dying man and pinned him to the wall. Slowly he drove a knife into his chest. As the man's life slipped away, something else entered his body. Genocide channeled a small amount of his essence into the vessel. He had steadily done this with other casualties around the station whose bodies were somewhat salvageable. He dropped the body he was holding and looked upon the others. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his eyed were black, both sclera and iris. The scene before him changed. Genocide had a vision. He saw a dead gray wasteland littered with bodies. These people however weren't cops and wore traditional Japanese attire. In his hand wasn't a gun or knife but a short sickle akin to a farming tool. He heard a dark voice call out to him. Slowly, the corpses around him began to rise, now mere puppets bound eternally to their master's whim. The bodies sold to the reaper who had claimed their lives. Genocide's vision ended. His eyes had returned normal. Around him, dead cops began to rise. His dark essence had entered their bodies and reanimated them. He sent his dead army to attack the officers fleeing to the roof of the station. These zombies swarmed the stairwell giving chase to the few survivors. There were five of them. They had two flights of stairs to climb and a horde of their former colleagues close behind them. One officer tripped and was set upon by the horde. The zombies didn't bite them but held them firmly in place. The other four officers stared down wondering what to do. They could hear Genocide chuckling. They could hear humming. They could feel the temperature rising. Their colleague and the two zombies holding him were hit by an enormous green fireball. Genocide had fired a Magnum Opus and had charged the bullet to level 3. The Magnum Opus was simply a magnum that shot fireballs, with bullets that could be charged by holding down the trigger. It had three levels of charges. Level 1 was a small reddish ball of plasma. Level 2 was slightly larger and yellow. Level 3 was the maximum charge and resulted in a large slow moving green blast of energy. The officer was ignited and Genocide watched gleefully as the force of the blast sent him flying through a wall. The four officers continued up firing occasionally to slow down the zombies. Soon they made it to a door leading to the roof. Before one officer could reach it, he was sniped by Genocide, a bullet to the head killing him instantly. The remaining three made it out. They regrouped with the others already there, 12 in total, including Lary, Evans, and Gracia. This would be their final stand. They just had to hold out until Genocide made it up there. They just had to keep Genocide occupied until the helicopters arrived. Genocide slowly ascended the stairs behind his horde. On the roof, the remaining survivors faced off against waves of the undead. Evans recognized the attackers. These zombies were being controlled by nanomachines. He heard the stories of several weapons encountered by soldiers on the battlefield. These creatures were called Metaldeads as they were reanimated via machines. They had been officially banned by most of the worlds' governments for being unethical. However, this did not stop the technology from being spread still between shady organizations, terrorists, etc. Evans wondered how Genocide got this form of nanotechnology. Evans long speculated that the dark essence used by most of the killers they encountered was a a form of nanotech however it was different from anything else he had seen or heard about. The dark essence seemed to be an amalgamation of other types of nanotech. Evans had to save his inquiries for later. He reloaded his wristgun and took aim at the approaching group of Metaldeads. Gracia steadied her handgun and shot two Metaldeads in the head. From the single door countless arms seemed to spill forth from the darkness. The other officers took turns firing in intervals. this allowed them to create a steady stream of fire where no more that three guns needed to be reloaded at once. The horde seemed to thin out over time as if they were making progress. In actuality, the Metaldeads were just making room for Genocide to enter. Genocide exploded in a sprint from the door. Everyone fired upon the killer. Genocide had now chosen a wrist mounted mini flamethrower to use as his weapon. He stormed past the oncoming bullets taking some damage, but refused to slow down. He unleashed a stream of fire that caught five of the officers in one fell swoop. Gracia fired five rounds into Genocide's face. He stumbled back. Lary took the chance to fire several mine gun bullets at Genocide's feet. The mines quickly detected his movement and exploded. In seconds, Genocide was on his back.
Staring at the night sky Genocide saw the moon. He reached for it. He called for the darkness to give him more power. His wounds began healing. In the sky he could hear the whirl of propellers. There were six helicopters in total. The first two had evacuated the survivors while the others stayed to engage Genocide. Genocide got up and unstrapped the sniper rifle from his back. He stood before the searchlights as a black silhouette, cornered but unwilling to back down. Lary stared down at him smiling. "Okay!" He shouted, "Let's Tango!" Upon this declaration the second jamming device was activated. Now, isolated on the roof, Genocide's guns couldn't be fired and the helicopters were out of range of the device. Now Genocide stood like a sitting duck. A helicopter fired a rocket. Genocide side stepped and grabbed it. He turned his body redirecting the rocket to hit another helicopter. As it exploded Genocide drew his knife and threw it at another helicopter. Behind the knife was such force that it shattered the helicopter window's glass, embedding itself in the pilot. This helicopter too went down where it exploded. "Holy clucknuggets!Did you see that!?" Lary said dumbfounded. Evans looked out the helicopter door he was in jaw open in shock. "There's no way." He collected himself quickly and radioed the remaining two helicopters to keep moving and to use their machineguns as much as possible. The helicopters reigned down upon Genocide tearing apart his body. Shreds of leather and darkened blood sprayed across the pavement of the roof. Gracia watched as Genocide's body was destroyed repeatedly as it tried to heal. Surely he had to stop at some point. After 10 minutes the helicopters had exhausted their cache of ammunition and soldiers opted to fire their own rifles and occasionally throw grenades. After about six minutes, they too had run out of bullets. Genocide stood unfazed. He had long since healed himself and now appeared intangible with gunfire seeming to pass through his body. His coat once ripped , now appeared whole though on closer inspection seemed to writhe. Gracia looked in horror as she remembered the tales her adopted father had told her. Tales he had in turn heard from his predecessors. Every so often officers had reported encounters with ghost like beings cloaked in a cloud of living dark mist. The beings were rumored to be responsible for the deaths of multiple people ranging from scientists, veterans, mafia, politicians, etc. They were seen near such crime scenes and even more shockingly appeared around several sites where suicides were committed. These beings were reportedly impervious to bullets and filled anyone who got near with an impending sense of dread. If Genocide was connected to them or somehow turning into one , there was little chance they would be able to defeat him. Gracia's fears were confirmed when she saw that Genocide's leather coat had been destroyed and he had replaced it with the dark mist coalescing from his own spilled blood. The dark mist, swirling, grew larger and several tendrils sprouted out from it. Gracia could briefly make out a figure standing next to Genocide. A hooded figure cloaked in the same black substance. The figure stared up at her with soulless, blackened eyes which seemed to beckon her to jump from the aircraft she was standing in. Compelling her to give in to the death that plagued the earth. Genocide kneeled to his master. The Shinigami, Masataka stared down at his disciple. "You have done a great service to us. Even now the sealed god stirs in its slumber. Its...Awakening will soon be upon us. It calls out for war. It begs for famine. It longs to continue its conquest. We are the death it so desires. The death that is necessary for this civilization to grow. Use the power that I have bestowed upon you. Finish the mission as you see fit." The Shinigami vanished and Genocide stood.Genocide stared at his hands. He remembered the first killing spree. He was on a bus. It stopped. A woman got on the bus and walked to the back smiling as she passed him. Something about her eyes unnerved him. They were so bright but something dark reflected inside them. He ignored the thought and put in his headphones. In minutes he had dozed off. He jumped awake. He looked around and froze in panic. All around him, everyone had been hacked to pieces. He saw the driver, actively being stabbed by a masked assailant. The mask, painted white with black eyeholes, stared back at him. It raised a finger over where its lips would be. Even under the expressionless visage, he could feel that same smile. He ran home that morning. He went to his room to find it destroyed. His posters, his computer, his tv, everything, had been ruined. He turned around and saw a man at the end of the hallway holding a sledge hammer. "The hell you been, boy?", his stepdad sneered. The man dropped his hammer and walked closer, veins pulsing with rage. He tried to explain how his car had caught fire forcing him to walk 4 miles to the nearest bus stop, but the man's fist was faster than his words. "Boy!Answer me when I talk to you!!" the man says as he backhands the taste out of the would be Genocide's mouth. He took that beating for several minutes before being left to stare at his ransacked room. He hated how his stepdad went out of his way to destroy the things he loved. Soon, another set of footsteps could be heard. It was his mother standing behind his locked door. She didn't knock, or say anything. She just stood there, doing nothing as always. He never knew if she came to talk to him or apologize. All he knew was that she could never bring herself to speak to or even acknowledge him. Maybe out of guilt or perhaps shame. A year or two later after he had had enough he ran away from home. Living out on the streets alone, without friends, or family, he would embark on countless killing sprees. These killings weren't of his own volition however. He was coerced by some corrupt officers from The Unit. They made him kill on their behalf. Sometimes they were protesters, sometimes they were drug dealers, other times, petty criminals they couldn't be bothered to process. It was routine for him to be used to kill entire houses of drug riddled addicts. During one such venture he entered a drug den, killing the dealer as instructed. He took out several junkies before turning to leave. A woman who survived her injuries clung to his heel begging him to stop. Looking down he aimed the handgun he was carrying at her head of long disheveled brown hair and fired. Feeling nothing, he kicked her body aside like trash when it hit him. Her face. This woman had been his mother. What was she doing in a place like this? He felt a shock of emotion. He wondered if she had always been like this, or had she changed after he left. He never made amends, but decided to stop killing from then on. The unit did not like that. Once it became apparent that he was no longer of use to them they started a manhunt to apprehend him with lethal force. They found him. They killed him. But he survived.
He remembered the girl on the bus. He remembered her eyes. Those of a sadistic killer. Still there was something else inside them. Something faint but deeper. So. Much. Sadness. Just like him. He felt the hatred begin to spread. His purpose, he decided, was to make all humans rot in the hell they created for him.
These people, he thought to himself, these living diseases, all needed to die. Their struggles, their problems, they spread like cancer to others. The only cure for humanity's sin, its collective wrongdoings, was genocide.
Around him, dark tendrils continued to form and expand, spinning in a vortex. Genocide pulled out two pistols. He squeezed the triggers to no effect. "As I see fit, huh? Hehe." He squeezed both guns in his hands, breaking them into pieces. He concentrated. In his hands, two more guns materialized now completely black due to being forged from the dark essence. Forged by his will. Immune to the jamming device that shut down conventional firearms. He raised his arms at each remaining helicopter and opened fire. Countless tendrils whipped out and slashed at his targets joining the dark essence bullets. It was chaos. Dark tendrils and bullets tore through every direction as Genocide spun and swirled around in 360 degrees firing randomly with purpose. A tendril pierced Gracia's right arm, another, her abdomen. She was however, fortunate, as the other passengers of her helicopter were dismembered. She barely had time to jump from the vehicle before it crashed. She fell 2 yards onto solid concrete. She felt immense pain as her right shoulder shattered on impact. She looked up to see Genocide's blade like appendages ripping through the other escape helicopters. She rolled onto her back and tried to steady herself. Within seconds her body began to repair itself. The nanocells inside her had saved her life but were now depleted. She would need another supplement lest she receive another fatal injury. The standard nanocells she and the others had were much less potent than those of the killers they faced. In truth, they had only minimal strength boosts being able to lift 5-8 more pounds than before and healing being limited to one or two fatal injuries so long as death didn't occur instantly. Gracia blacked out. She awoke the next morning in a hospital. There the doctors refilled her nanocells. She learned that the station had been left in ruins. Genocide had detonated some type of minature nuke following his rampage. He always blew up the stations as if to send a message. Gracia looked out the window thinking about why she became a cop. Twice her family had been murdered by them. Her biological family had been killed in an on record drug raid committed by a group of corrupt officers called The Unit. She had been adopted by another officer that arrived at the scene who found her as a child hiding in a closed. Sadly, he too was killed for trying to expose the activities of The Unit. Gracia joined the force to avenge both losses and bring justice to the killers that disguised themselves as normal people. Law enforcement was neither good, nor bad. It depended upon the people that made it up. In the dying corrupt world Gracia lived in, she vowed to be a beacon of light. Evans laid in a bed adjacent to Lary. "That damn Genocide's somethin else in' he?Like the stories you told us were understatements. That man could legit not die at this point in the story. Like he has friggin plot armor or somthin.'' Evans cut him off" I get it. We all got our asses handed to us. But did you see that ..thing that appeared next to him. Right before he created that black vortex that wiped us out. That must have something to do with his power. Maybe there's a still a way to stop him."Lary chimed in," That fella looked like he was on the way to a black metal concert wit all the black facepaint he was wearin' Creeped me out to be honest." As the survivors mulled over their predicament, the cycle of evil continued to spread elsewhere.
Budley flips through the pages of a magazine. He checks his watch. He looks around the gas station and doesn't see any customers. Seizing the opportunity, he puts in his headphones and begins playing an imaginary guitar as he jams to a progressive deathcore album. Oblivious to the screams coming from outside, the store clerk moves on to thumping two candy bars on the counter to simulate drums. Budley sees that his shift has ended and begins locking up the store. He sweeps the aisles and jumps as a shadow appears behind him. He turns and sees a well groomed bearded man dressed in a black hoodie, black shirt, and black and gray camo pants. The man holds out his hand and smiles. Budley rings up the pack of nicotine substitute gum. "Tryin to kick the habit huh?" Budley asks. The man replies, "Somethin like that. Gotta get my priorities back in check. Focus on the things that really matter. That damn KonCreep's a hell of a band aren't they?" He nods to the playlist on Budley's phone. "Yeah, they're killer. just got into them a month back." Budley answers. "You know, I'm something of a musician myself. Maybe you'll hear of me on the news someday." Jim Jimenez says as he sees himself out. He walks to the back of the building and passes an ominous form of graffiti. A woman lays unmoving and above her, written on concrete in red is a message that simply says "Genocide Reigns".

I’ve been blown away by the level of responsiveness and expertise from Redditors for a few related topics which have been a huge help to me. Thanks in advance for any feedback here and I hope I’m in the right place!
I’m in a level of ‘negotiation’ with my Employer (a global Tech company) about a relocation from Southend, SE England to either Alpharetta or Tampa as part of a promotion within my existing Team on what is expected to be a ‘3 year gig’ (at which point the company is expected to be sold which would inevitably see changes of personnel almost certainly those who I am currently ‘negotiating’ with!). Naturally there are a million and one things to consider, especially as a (married) father of two young children.
As I await more formal details of the offer (including the $!), I am trying to speed through all the various research needed which I am simplifying into the below, in order to make negotiations effective and ultimately lead up to a point where I will be able to make an actual decision (likely in the next two weeks)

1. Understanding the ancillary costs associated with relocating to the US as well as the expected on-going living costs in either location (to also include the likely requirement to relocate BACK in ~3 years time)
   
2. Understanding which of the many risks associated with this opportunity I should attempt to have mitigated by my Employer
   
3. Understanding any fundamental blockers/showstoppers that could prevent the move from being viable
   

I’m starting to build up a picture across all three but there were some specific questions I’d really appreciate some insights on. We’re mostly concerned about the number of ‘hidden’ costs there may be, to the extent where the financial gains we are expecting could end up being significantly diminished by the end of the 3 year period (our main objective here is primarily to financial gain – to ideally outright purchase a large family house back in the UK after 3 years and not primarily the ‘experience’ for our family, which we would of course consider a bonus).

• (re: 1) What are some of the more ‘obscure’ costs which I may not have factored in?

·

• I have been told informally that the company would fund my ‘relocation costs’ but those have not been specified and nor is there a dedicated function within my company to support this. I suspect the onus may be on me to even negotiate these elements. What could be considered normal and reasonable? The obvious costs which I would assume to be covered would be the travel expense including shipping of likely clothing and other valuables we’d want to take with us (see below), VISA, documentation etc.. But there are plenty of other expenses which I am not sure are a direct expense or not and therefore do not know whether to push for their inclusion? Such as preliminary trips to the location (with or without family) to visit potential areas to stay, temporary accommodation (hotel? Serviced apartments?) temporary car-hire? Getting US driving license? Storage of furniture and equipment back in the UK (for use in 3 years)? Relocation of household Pet? Advance on salary for settling in (and deposit for house rent etc.)?
  
• Are there costs in ‘moving’ money from my UK bank account to US (as part of the move) and also moving money back after 3 years? All being well, I am hoping for a sum of $300K-$500K to ‘return home’ with after the term
  
• What would a general/sensible approach be to finding accommodation – renting a hotel/serviced apartment for 1-2 months to allow us to visit neighbourhoods and find a suitable property which I assume would usually be on a 12 month contract?
  
• Use of storage for 3 years in UK – I am weighing up the pros and cons of renting out our current family house (3 bed Semi) furnished, which would likely mean we would not need to pay for any storage for the duration, and could make use of Parents’ house for storage of any equipment/items which we would not want to take with us, nor leave in the house (but want to use on our return). The alternative would be to empty the house and rent-out unfurnished and to likely incur costs of £10K-£13K overall to keep it in storage – which would certainly be worth more than the items/furniture themselves. I have read that there are insurance implications with renting out furnished houses and also that renters would be more likely to ‘move on’ in a furnished house. We’d not be fussed about the furniture being damaged, and we would probably replace on our return regardless, so with the potential extra rental cost there could be a £13K-£16K swing? What’s normal/usual to do in this situation?
  
• Is it considered normal to move into a fully unfurnished rental property and purchase new furniture? There doesn’t seem to be a market in either area for Furnished rentals, from what I have seen. Is it normal and reasonable to purchase mostly second hand furniture, electricals etc. at the start of the term and sell on after 3 years to recoup some funds? Or not realistic?
  
  • (re: 2) What risks/outcomes could and should I be asking (vs mandating) my Employer to mitigate contractually? I’m acutely aware of the general ‘hire and fire’ culture in US although I have a very long tenure at this company (~25 years) and with the promotion/relocation being one of strategic importance (which the Company approached me on) I would have some reason to be confident that at least the company would not enforce a negative scenario on their terms?

·

• If the family doesn’t settle adequately in one of the locations, should I be able to relocate to the other? Accepting the company would not pay for that relocation
  
• If I elected to leave the company, I should be free to do so? Although it would mean having to find another company to sponsor VISA otherwise I would need to return home
  
• Protection against redundancy – moving to a general US contract would leave me with little protection and perhaps a standard ‘one week’ notice period. Should I request an abnormally long notice period – for example, 6 months? My priority would be to protect myself against the Company making me redundant, not giving myself the flexibility to move to another company whilst there (I have no desires to leave the company in the short or mid term). Assuming a notice period would maximise my chances to find alternative employment without having to go back home?
  
• Protection against dismissal/performance-related firing – could/should I request a bespoke compensation in the event of this? If I was to have to relocate back home with no VISA then I would incur additional relocation costs and also significant additional costs related to new agreements in the US (house rental etc.)
  
  • (re: 3) Interested to know if there are others who have emigrated and any nasty surprises? For example, I have read about the challenge in building up credit rating in the US and how long that may take? I have a (UK) Amex card which I will port to a US card when over there and use it as much as possible and set up a US bank account as quickly as I can.

Entirely personal, but also wondering on recommendations for Alpharetta vs Tampa? It would seem cost of living would be comparable (of course, dependent on neighbourhood) with the major differences being probably differences in climate, and I suspect Tampa would be generally much busier, perhaps less safe? For a reasonable 3 bed house it seems around $3K rent per month is the norm, with Alpharetta prices seemingly due to proximity to the tech hubs and Tampa due to the pull of the beaches, climate?
My Wife and I are very excited about the prospect, just trying to be as cautious as possible especially given this will be likely to move quickly!
Many thanks in advance
Mark

I’ve been blown away by the level of responsiveness and expertise from Redditors for a few related topics which have been a huge help to me. Thanks in advance for any feedback here and I hope I’m in the right place!
I’m in a level of ‘negotiation’ with my Employer (a global Tech company) about a relocation from Southend, SE England to either Alpharetta or Tampa as part of a promotion within my existing Team on what is expected to be a ‘3 year gig’ (at which point the company is expected to be sold which would inevitably see changes of personnel almost certainly those who I am currently ‘negotiating’ with!). Naturally there are a million and one things to consider, especially as a (married) father of two young children.
As I await more formal details of the offer (including the $!), I am trying to speed through all the various research needed which I am simplifying into the below, in order to make negotiations effective and ultimately lead up to a point where I will be able to make an actual decision (likely in the next two weeks)

1. Understanding the ancillary costs associated with relocating to the US as well as the expected on-going living costs in either location (to also include the likely requirement to relocate BACK in ~3 years time)
   
2. Understanding which of the many risks associated with this opportunity I should attempt to have mitigated by my Employer
   
3. Understanding any fundamental blockers/showstoppers that could prevent the move from being viable
   

I’m starting to build up a picture across all three but there were some specific questions I’d really appreciate some insights on. We’re mostly concerned about the number of ‘hidden’ costs there may be, to the extent where the financial gains we are expecting could end up being significantly diminished by the end of the 3 year period (our main objective here is primarily to financial gain – to ideally outright purchase a large family house back in the UK after 3 years and not primarily the ‘experience’ for our family, which we would of course consider a bonus).

• (re: 1) What are some of the more ‘obscure’ costs which I may not have factored in?

·

• I have been told informally that the company would fund my ‘relocation costs’ but those have not been specified and nor is there a dedicated function within my company to support this. I suspect the onus may be on me to even negotiate these elements. What could be considered normal and reasonable? The obvious costs which I would assume to be covered would be the travel expense including shipping of likely clothing and other valuables we’d want to take with us (see below), VISA, documentation etc.. But there are plenty of other expenses which I am not sure are a direct expense or not and therefore do not know whether to push for their inclusion? Such as preliminary trips to the location (with or without family) to visit potential areas to stay, temporary accommodation (hotel? Serviced apartments?) temporary car-hire? Getting US driving license? Storage of furniture and equipment back in the UK (for use in 3 years)? Relocation of household Pet? Advance on salary for settling in (and deposit for house rent etc.)?
  
• Are there costs in ‘moving’ money from my UK bank account to US (as part of the move) and also moving money back after 3 years? All being well, I am hoping for a sum of $300K-$500K to ‘return home’ with after the term
  
• What would a general/sensible approach be to finding accommodation – renting a hotel/serviced apartment for 1-2 months to allow us to visit neighbourhoods and find a suitable property which I assume would usually be on a 12 month contract?
  
• Use of storage for 3 years in UK – I am weighing up the pros and cons of renting out our current family house (3 bed Semi) furnished, which would likely mean we would not need to pay for any storage for the duration, and could make use of Parents’ house for storage of any equipment/items which we would not want to take with us, nor leave in the house (but want to use on our return). The alternative would be to empty the house and rent-out unfurnished and to likely incur costs of £10K-£13K overall to keep it in storage – which would certainly be worth more than the items/furniture themselves. I have read that there are insurance implications with renting out furnished houses and also that renters would be more likely to ‘move on’ in a furnished house. We’d not be fussed about the furniture being damaged, and we would probably replace on our return regardless, so with the potential extra rental cost there could be a £13K-£16K swing? What’s normal/usual to do in this situation?
  
• Is it considered normal to move into a fully unfurnished rental property and purchase new furniture? There doesn’t seem to be a market in either area for Furnished rentals, from what I have seen. Is it normal and reasonable to purchase mostly second hand furniture, electricals etc. at the start of the term and sell on after 3 years to recoup some funds? Or not realistic?
  
  • (re: 2) What risks/outcomes could and should I be asking (vs mandating) my Employer to mitigate contractually? I’m acutely aware of the general ‘hire and fire’ culture in US although I have a very long tenure at this company (~25 years) and with the promotion/relocation being one of strategic importance (which the Company approached me on) I would have some reason to be confident that at least the company would not enforce a negative scenario on their terms?

·

• If the family doesn’t settle adequately in one of the locations, should I be able to relocate to the other? Accepting the company would not pay for that relocation
  
• If I elected to leave the company, I should be free to do so? Although it would mean having to find another company to sponsor VISA otherwise I would need to return home
  
• Protection against redundancy – moving to a general US contract would leave me with little protection and perhaps a standard ‘one week’ notice period. Should I request an abnormally long notice period – for example, 6 months? My priority would be to protect myself against the Company making me redundant, not giving myself the flexibility to move to another company whilst there (I have no desires to leave the company in the short or mid term). Assuming a notice period would maximise my chances to find alternative employment without having to go back home?
  
• Protection against dismissal/performance-related firing – could/should I request a bespoke compensation in the event of this? If I was to have to relocate back home with no VISA then I would incur additional relocation costs and also significant additional costs related to new agreements in the US (house rental etc.)
  
  • (re: 3) Interested to know if there are others who have emigrated and any nasty surprises? For example, I have read about the challenge in building up credit rating in the US and how long that may take? I have a (UK) Amex card which I will port to a US card when over there and use it as much as possible and set up a US bank account as quickly as I can.

Entirely personal, but also wondering on recommendations for Alpharetta vs Tampa? It would seem cost of living would be comparable (of course, dependent on neighbourhood) with the major differences being probably differences in climate, and I suspect Tampa would be generally much busier, perhaps less safe? For a reasonable 3 bed house it seems around $3K rent per month is the norm, with Alpharetta prices seemingly due to proximity to the tech hubs and Tampa due to the pull of the beaches, climate?
My Wife and I are very excited about the prospect, just trying to be as cautious as possible especially given this will be likely to move quickly!
Many thanks in advance
Mark

I’ve been blown away by the level of responsiveness and expertise from Redditors for a few related topics which have been a huge help to me. Thanks in advance for any feedback here and I hope I’m in the right place!
I’m in a level of ‘negotiation’ with my Employer (a global Tech company) about a relocation from Southend, SE England to either Alpharetta or Tampa as part of a promotion within my existing Team on what is expected to be a ‘3 year gig’ (at which point the company is expected to be sold which would inevitably see changes of personnel almost certainly those who I am currently ‘negotiating’ with!). Naturally there are a million and one things to consider, especially as a (married) father of two young children.
As I await more formal details of the offer (including the $!), I am trying to speed through all the various research needed which I am simplifying into the below, in order to make negotiations effective and ultimately lead up to a point where I will be able to make an actual decision (likely in the next two weeks)

1. Understanding the ancillary costs associated with relocating to the US as well as the expected on-going living costs in either location (to also include the likely requirement to relocate BACK in ~3 years time)
2. Understanding which of the many risks associated with this opportunity I should attempt to have mitigated by my Employer
3. Understanding any fundamental blockers/showstoppers that could prevent the move from being viable

I’m starting to build up a picture across all three but there were some specific questions I’d really appreciate some insights on. We’re mostly concerned about the number of ‘hidden’ costs there may be, to the extent where the financial gains we are expecting could end up being significantly diminished by the end of the 3 year period (our main objective here is primarily to financial gain – to ideally outright purchase a large family house back in the UK after 3 years and not primarily the ‘experience’ for our family, which we would of course consider a bonus).

• (re: 1) What are some of the more ‘obscure’ costs which I may not have factored in?
  • I have been told informally that the company would fund my ‘relocation costs’ but those have not been specified and nor is there a dedicated function within my company to support this. I suspect the onus may be on me to even negotiate these elements. What could be considered normal and reasonable? The obvious costs which I would assume to be covered would be the travel expense including shipping of likely clothing and other valuables we’d want to take with us (see below), VISA, documentation etc.. But there are plenty of other expenses which I am not sure are a direct expense or not and therefore do not know whether to push for their inclusion? Such as preliminary trips to the location (with or without family) to visit potential areas to stay, temporary accommodation (hotel? Serviced apartments?) temporary car-hire? Getting US driving license? Storage of furniture and equipment back in the UK (for use in 3 years)? Relocation of household Pet? Advance on salary for settling in (and deposit for house rent etc.)?
  • Are there costs in ‘moving’ money from my UK bank account to US (as part of the move) and also moving money back after 3 years? All being well, I am hoping for a sum of $300K-$500K to ‘return home’ with after the term
  • What would a general/sensible approach be to finding accommodation – renting a hotel/serviced apartment for 1-2 months to allow us to visit neighbourhoods and find a suitable property which I assume would usually be on a 12 month contract?
  • Use of storage for 3 years in UK – I am weighing up the pros and cons of renting out our current family house (3 bed Semi) furnished, which would likely mean we would not need to pay for any storage for the duration, and could make use of Parents’ house for storage of any equipment/items which we would not want to take with us, nor leave in the house (but want to use on our return). The alternative would be to empty the house and rent-out unfurnished and to likely incur costs of £10K-£13K overall to keep it in storage – which would certainly be worth more than the items/furniture themselves. I have read that there are insurance implications with renting out furnished houses and also that renters would be more likely to ‘move on’ in a furnished house. We’d not be fussed about the furniture being damaged, and we would probably replace on our return regardless, so with the potential extra rental cost there could be a £13K-£16K swing? What’s normal/usual to do in this situation?
  • Is it considered normal to move into a fully unfurnished rental property and purchase new furniture? There doesn’t seem to be a market in either area for Furnished rentals, from what I have seen. Is it normal and reasonable to purchase mostly second hand furniture, electricals etc. at the start of the term and sell on after 3 years to recoup some funds? Or not realistic?
• (re: 2) What risks/outcomes could and should I be asking (vs mandating) my Employer to mitigate contractually? I’m acutely aware of the general ‘hire and fire’ culture in US although I have a very long tenure at this company (~25 years) and with the promotion/relocation being one of strategic importance (which the Company approached me on) I would have some reason to be confident that at least the company would not enforce a negative scenario on their terms?
  • If the family doesn’t settle adequately in one of the locations, should I be able to relocate to the other? Accepting the company would not pay for that relocation
  • If I elected to leave the company, I should be free to do so? Although it would mean having to find another company to sponsor VISA otherwise I would need to return home
  • Protection against redundancy – moving to a general US contract would leave me with little protection and perhaps a standard ‘one week’ notice period. Should I request an abnormally long notice period – for example, 6 months? My priority would be to protect myself against the Company making me redundant, not giving myself the flexibility to move to another company whilst there (I have no desires to leave the company in the short or mid term). Assuming a notice period would maximise my chances to find alternative employment without having to go back home?
  • Protection against dismissal/performance-related firing – could/should I request a bespoke compensation in the event of this? If I was to have to relocate back home with no VISA then I would incur additional relocation costs and also significant additional costs related to new agreements in the US (house rental etc.)
• (re: 3) Interested to know if there are others who have emigrated and any nasty surprises? For example, I have read about the challenge in building up credit rating in the US and how long that may take? I have a (UK) Amex card which I will port to a US card when over there and use it as much as possible and set up a US bank account as quickly as I can.

Entirely personal, but also wondering on recommendations for Alpharetta vs Tampa? It would seem cost of living would be comparable (of course, dependent on neighbourhood) with the major differences being probably differences in climate, and I suspect Tampa would be generally much busier, perhaps less safe? For a reasonable 3 bed house it seems around $3K rent per month is the norm, with Alpharetta prices seemingly due to proximity to the tech hubs and Tampa due to the pull of the beaches, climate?
My Wife and I are very excited about the prospect, just trying to be as cautious as possible especially given this will be likely to move quickly!
Many thanks in advance
Mark

Hey there! I'm a UNT student trying to find someone to take over my lease, I had resigned it but due to life complications I'm not able to stay there next semester. The apartment details are as follows-
Apartment Complex Name: Midtown 905
Rent Price: $779
Roommates: 3 Males all under the age of 22, 2 of which do not live there on weekends
Amenities: Pool, in-complex study room, clubhouse with billiards, small weight room
Distance from campus: 12 minute walk with bus route literally across the street.
Nearby locations: QT across the street, Grease Monkey auto shop next door, 30 minute walk to Denton square
Room: the room is the bottom left in this image, it is the biggest of all the roomsimage of apartment
Furniture/appliances: In Unit Washer and Dryer, refrigerator, microwave, oven, dishwasher, couch, TV, mattress and frame, desk, chair, and dresser are all included.
Perks: my apartment complex is offering a $200 gift card for anyone who signs in the next month. Also you can have my air fryer if you take over my lease
If you're interested or want some more details you can call or text this number: 682-317-7852 make sure to leave a voice mail!! You can also email at: [avants132@gmail.com](mailto:avants132@gmail.com)

Hey there! I'm trying to find someone to take over my lease, I had resigned it but due to life complications I'm not able to stay there next semester. The apartment details are as follows-
Apartment Complex Name: Midtown 905
Rent Price: $779
Roommates: 3 Males all under the age of 22, 2 of which do not live there on weekends
Amenities: Pool, in-complex study room, clubhouse with billiards, small weight room
Distance from campus: 12 minute walk with bus route literally across the street.
Nearby locations: QT across the street, Grease Monkey auto shop next door, 30 minute walk to Denton square
Room: the room is the bottom left in this image, it is the biggest of all the roomsimage of apartment
Furniture/appliances: In Unit Washer and Dryer, refrigerator, microwave, oven, dishwasher, couch, TV, mattress and frame, desk, chair, and dresser are all included.
Perks: my apartment complex is offering a $200 gift card for anyone who signs in the next month. Also you can have my air fryer if you take over my lease
If you're interested or want some more details you can call or text this number: 682-317-7852 make sure to leave a voice mail!! You can also email at: [avants132@gmail.com](mailto:avants132@gmail.com)

Short story: WoodSprings Suites is playing games and refusing to allow my parents to leave early for subpar conditions in a completely full hotel. Manager at this location is avoidant and keeps promising to fix issues and it’s been over 48hours (for example, toilet doesn’t flush properly).
Details: I booked a stay for my senior parents who are visiting internationally (but are American citizens) and needed a long term place to stay while they go house hunting. I booked through Expedia, and they’ve been kind and helpful and trying to get us out of the 28 day reservation. They have also reached out to WoodSpring’s several times. Parents checked in May 12 and Check out is set for June 9th. However upon arrival to room and seeing the conditions, and having slept there a night they knew they couldn’t stay the entire reservation. The issues: -broken furniture -room doesn’t even look clean besides the bedding -toilet doesn’t flush unless you open the tank and do it manually -WiFi doesn’t work other than by the entrance of the hotel and there isn’t even a reception/sitting area for you to be able to use it there. Absolutely doesn’t work in rooms so that negates the ability for them to research homes/emails etc in order to do their home search. -shower doesn’t work properly (doesn’t really get warm/hot)
What are my options at this point? Can I somehow contact a regional manager, how far up the hierarchy can I go to get them out of that hellhole. I can’t do anything in person because I don’t live in the city they’re in. I’ve considered BBB but what other options are there?

Hi guys. I’m looking for someone to take over my lease for a 2 bedroom 1 bath apartment. You can move in July 1st (or sooner if needed) and the lease ends in December. It’s located in Winter Park, about 20 minutes from UCF. Quick access to downtown, Mills50, and Baldwin Park area too. Walking distance to a Publix, a park, and a hospital. Rent is $1375 plus utilities. On average I pay about $1600 a month for everything. If you split that with a roommate, it would be even less. Amazing location and an amazing price. I could even throw in some furniture too. Let me know if you’re interested!

Noob here. Seeing all these incentives, but dealers quoting almost $500 a month, 12k, 6k down.
I thought the EV deals were supposed to be good right now. Maybe I'm way off. Located in NY.
Edit: Best so far has been 0 down, 10k, 500 a month before taxes and all that other stuff. If I can get someone at 500 total with 0 down, will pick one up.

Has anyone talked about how bad all of the houses are? I understand the first two seasons budget would’ve been very low and so on. BUT I’m on season 4 now and this is the fourth location separate from all the rest and the house is almost exactly the same. With the wall coverings I assume they do that to protect from damage. And they carry in all the horrible furniture and tacky wall decor. But would they really do that every season? I mean all the horrible kitchen cabinets and wall paper everywhere? I assume they could look for the most trashy house possible but it seems like they make it that way on purpose?

They have become a diamond in the rough. I started my search a few days ago and it’s driving me mad. I would like a new/newish white SR5. Problem is, any used available white or not are ridiculously priced with a decent amount of km’s on them. I looked at a 2022 white SR5 listed at 52,900 with 50,000 km’s and limited warranty due to age and km’s. That’s when I realized I can just get a new one built for 56,000 that will have full warranty, nil km’s but could take until Oct/Nov for delivery. Anyways, I was really hoping I could just find one somewhere in BC or across Canada cause my dealer said he was getting a 2024 black limited on its way in and said he could trade it with another dealer if they had any 2024 white SR5’s on their lot or coming up on their receiving line. I looked until my head hurt and he did an extensive look on his end and there is not a single one available across all of Canada! This is nuts, I never realized how challenging this purchase would be. And I’m not even totally sure if I want to commit to the additional debt of a new vehicle despite the fact that I need one, but I’ve become hyper-fixated on locating this vehicle.

I share this spare bedroom with my boyfriend, and our snake. Unfortunately all the furniture, including the snake, need to stay where they are due to the locations of the outlets in the room- and we rent so I can't paint. 🙃 I'm at a loss on how to make this room seem less like a dumping ground for all our spare art and furniture. We spend most of our time in here and it's the ugliest space- the rest of the house is decorated in a dark academia / fairycore vibe.