Wild ones on playdom hack for treats
wildbeef
2019.02.16 19:39 minimizer7 wildbeef
Those stupid names you come up with when you've forgotten the real word. A wild beef is a cow!
2014.12.28 05:26 Kiloueka Birbs being birbs
Go do a good thing today. Pick up some trash. Clean your room. Hug a loved one. Watch Dominion. Draw a pretty picture for a friend. Buy an indie game. Support a queer artist for pride month We're back, but at what cost? We got The Threat.
2010.01.21 06:11 derekbox Dream It, Plan It, Dare It
All about your adventures. Planning, discussing, and organizing future adventures, and sharing past ones. Base jumping, diving, urban exploration, ghost-hunting, caving, climbing, hiking, wild camping, bushcraft, backpacking, kayaking, anecdotes about dealings with wild animals, authorities, accidents...anything and everything! Share your adventure with us!
2024.05.15 14:18 nastjakranjc Bodybuilding gym in Tbilisi - Champions Academy review
I asked last week about the best bodybuilding gym with some advanced equipment. The most promising comments pointed me to Champions Academy - thanks to all of you who commented.
So I finally visited it today and thought about leaving a short review for future bodybuilders coming to Tbilisi.
They have 4 entire floors, each dedicated to different types of training: crossfit, bodybuilding, MMA (with a fighting ring/cage), and one that is covered in artificial grass, I believe it's used for a more functional type of training.
For bodybuilding, both bodybuilding and crossfit floors are useful and well-equipped.
List of equipments (not a complete list): * Dual cable cross * Pronated/supinated chest supportedd low row * Back extension * Adductoabductor machine * Horizontal leg press * Lat/high row * Seated row * Prone leg curl * Fly rear delt * Shoulder press * Chest press * Belt squat(!) * Decline bench * Incline bench * Leg extension * Leg curl * Scott curl bench * Hip thrust machine * Dip bar * Belt for weighted dips * Free weights up to 100lbs * Multiple charging stations for your phone
Crossfit area * Free weights up to 115lbs * More cable machines and racks * Proper bumper plates * Trap bars
Cons: * Weights are marked in lbs(!) - my bench press training was to be done with 100kg, I ended up training with 106kg without realising that 45lbs IS NOT exactly 20kg. This is not a deal breaker but you'll need to adapt to thinking in lbs * There's only one bench press rack/bench * There's only one Smith machine * There's only one squat rack on the bodybuilding floor (many more available on the crossfit area) * No hack squat * This seems to be quite an expensive gym (50 Gel one visit, 240 Gel for one month)
Overall, this is a fairly well-equipped gym and the only serious machine I missed was a hack squat. I went around 11am, so naturally very empty. I can imagine it can get packed during peak hours and with only one bench press rack and one Smith machine, I don't know... It seems you might need to wait for your turn.
I was quite satisfied with the overall experience. I will be coming back there when I move to Tbilisi later this year.
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So I finally visited it today and thought about leaving a short review for future bodybuilders coming to Tbilisi.
They have 4 entire floors, each dedicated to different types of training: crossfit, bodybuilding, MMA (with a fighting ring/cage), and one that is covered in artificial grass, I believe it's used for a more functional type of training.
For bodybuilding, both bodybuilding and crossfit floors are useful and well-equipped.
List of equipments (not a complete list): * Dual cable cross * Pronated/supinated chest supportedd low row * Back extension * Adductoabductor machine * Horizontal leg press * Lat/high row * Seated row * Prone leg curl * Fly rear delt * Shoulder press * Chest press * Belt squat(!) * Decline bench * Incline bench * Leg extension * Leg curl * Scott curl bench * Hip thrust machine * Dip bar * Belt for weighted dips * Free weights up to 100lbs * Multiple charging stations for your phone
Crossfit area * Free weights up to 115lbs * More cable machines and racks * Proper bumper plates * Trap bars
Cons: * Weights are marked in lbs(!) - my bench press training was to be done with 100kg, I ended up training with 106kg without realising that 45lbs IS NOT exactly 20kg. This is not a deal breaker but you'll need to adapt to thinking in lbs * There's only one bench press rack/bench * There's only one Smith machine * There's only one squat rack on the bodybuilding floor (many more available on the crossfit area) * No hack squat * This seems to be quite an expensive gym (50 Gel one visit, 240 Gel for one month)
Overall, this is a fairly well-equipped gym and the only serious machine I missed was a hack squat. I went around 11am, so naturally very empty. I can imagine it can get packed during peak hours and with only one bench press rack and one Smith machine, I don't know... It seems you might need to wait for your turn.
I was quite satisfied with the overall experience. I will be coming back there when I move to Tbilisi later this year.
2024.05.15 14:18 HeadBoy9 Prison days #355, #356, #357 (Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, 12, 13, 14, 2024)
Many turbulent waters have passed under a very narrow bridge these past three days. We feared fear itself on a different level and experienced some of the biggest stress we have in a very long time. We were locked almost 24 hours (20 minutes of open-out time on Monday and Tuesday).
Considering that most of us don't eat the prison rations, we hungered and thirst greatly. At some points food and water became scarce in the entire yard. Bread was completely unavailable and treated and packaged water was spent. All sellers sold out within the first 20 minutes of opening on Monday. Since there was nothing entering or leaving, by Tuesday afternoon, no food or water could be found at any cell or anywhere within the yard.
Remember, the first news of an imminent search came on Saturday night (Day #354) and we did an emergency hiding of our phones. We were all scared and restless, the hiding wasn't safe, we only hid anywhere that looked like something could be put in it. It was already late when this info came and we were all already locked in and couldn't, well, go out, so we only did our hidings within and around. During the day, the following morning, we used our phones until locking time before the hiding began again and stretched into the night. (I'm talking about Sunday evening/night now).
I sent mine along with the accessories to the workshop for safekeeping while others hid theirs in many creative ways. Officially, cells collected their phones together in a plastic bucket and holes were dug within the blocks and they were buried. This was done under the cover of night.
COs opened our cells and instructed us to do it and make sure no contraband remained in any cell as this would always bounce back on them. They didn't want that and so had to aid us. The external search party that came was directly from the nation's capital (HQ of corrections) and were therefore superior to any officer in this facility. Even superior to the state comptroller of corrections. It was a pretty tense situation for us inmates and as well for them COs.
On Sunday night, I slept quite well after we'd hidden our phones and stuff, mine in the toilet at the workshop and others majorly buried in the ground inside blocks. Early in the morning on Monday, when the search was to begin, was when we had the most anxiety. The cells and blocks were just too troublingly quiet. I mean it was so quiet it was deafening, literally. Like a pressure built up in my two ears and everything paused and people moved in slow motion, kind of quiet.
Suspense. Suspense. Suspense. In the morning, before they eventually showed up, we were dying of suspense. Being fortunate as a result of the positioning of our cell, we have a window that can see a greater part of the yard, as well as the main gate far up front. For this morning, everyone wanted to stand at that window and mount the sentry. Thump, thump, thump our hearts thumped and silence remained deafening.
Finally they started trickling in with swag after some waiting. Big, mean looking dogs pulled by big muscled, mean looking COs, were in front, and came charging in. These hellhounds looked as though they had a score to settle with the inhabitants of this hell and would tear them and their abode apart if they got the chance. They didn't!
I'm talking Monday morning now.
Some dramas unfolded that wouldn't permit the hounds to have their fun. What happened was that immediately the search company entered, they turned left and began marching to Back Cell. This is the place where the hardest death row inmates are kept. So, as soon as these condemned guys knew they were coming, they let out such demonic shouts that rent and vibrated the previously unsettlingly quiet atmosphere, cursings and threatenings of stabbings and stranglings, and forced feeding the intruders their overnight shit defecated into plastic containers, echoed.
Such terrible roars their shouts were. The other two blocks, besides Back Cell, where death row inmates are kept, on hearing their fellows, also joined in on the bawl. As Back Cell shouted one thing, it was picked up by the other two blocks, rebounded and volleyed back into the uttermost parts of the prison. They sort of formed a shout transmission triangle.
This development was psychological, calculated and halted our unwanted visitors dead in their tracks. Men who were as good as dead had told them they weren't wanted and would have their deaths fast-forwarded if they advanced further. Their march now paused, they had no choice but to think deeply about all the possible options. To be sure, the losers would be them if they chose to engage foolishly. Dead men have nothing to lose, you know?
After much consideration, the company put forward the Chief of the yard and the resident Deputy Comptroller of Corrections (DCC) to go reason with their dead men. They did and the men told them the only thing they could promise them was deaths if anyone dared to step beyond their designated buffer zone.
Back Cell won. The company then had to send their war dogs out of the yard and adopted a more friendly mien all in a bid to diffuse tension and tone down aggressions. I would say it worked because the shouts died down and the next death row block they turned to cooperated and the search began.
They were very thorough and took a lot of stuff but surprisingly very few phones (already buried, yo!). Knives, belts, bottles, electric stoves and kettles were all taken. Gold blings of all types and serious cash were found and confiscated from the rich blocks. Contrary to expectation, the workshop where my stuff was hidden was searched. I died immediately they marched in there and remained dead, though walking around, until the next day. Not knowing if they took my things was harder and more torture than if they'd actually taken it and I knew immediately. I suffered for hours.
My block wasn't visited until Tuesday. By this time, the searchers were already spent and the aggression had left them and returned to their HQ (lol). The tendency to be dicks and bullies had fizzled out, now they were too nice. I needed to check if I hadn't woken at the Four Seasons somehow for how civil they were.
Tell you what? Technically, they didn't search our cell. As soon as the searchers arrived at our block, our cell being the first, they gathered in front. One got very close to our gate and codedly asked that we arrange money and give him so he wouldn't search us and we did. Turns out only five of the company were the ones allowed into the cells to do the actual searching and he was the leader of the five.
Having slipped money into his hand while we were moving out, they merely made a show of searching the bunks closest to the gate where their colleagues and Superiors stood, but took nothing out even if it was an exhibit. They didn't touch the bunks deeper inside at all. We were made to sit on the ground in front of our cell while they did their thing inside. After a while, they came out with only two laughable things and declared to their boss that our cell is clean (lolz, the money we gave them was equally clean).
Actually, why it was like that was that Authority didn't want us to be searched at all but had to do it to fulfill all righteousness. The DCC told them if they don't search everyone, fighting would break out. The people searched and their things seized would cause trouble. So they only came to our block not to search but for show. Our block has the most impeccable record of any block and our cell stands out of any cell in the block for good behavior.
I later understood that the search was originally targeted at the death row guys at Back Cell, Blocks One and Two, and B block. Other places searched were only as a matter of necessity to serve as cover and to even things out and not hurt already hurt feelings. Principally, it was that transgender in Block Two that singlehandedly attracted and brought this search upon us. He was using his phone recklessly on social media, doing live videos and shits. The extent of his popularity gave his actions a lot of visibility and a lot of powerful people saw it, hence the searchlight fell on prisons.
When it was all over (Tuesday evening), they opened us for only 20 minutes to stretch our limbs but that was just all we needed. Everything buried in the ground was uprooted and I got my phone from the workshop as well. Belts and other things followed later. Hunger and thirst was tough on us these few days. Honestly, prison would be unbearable without our phones, many of us found out during this period. I rest my pen for now.
Tomorrow is Wednesday and normalcy will return. I'm almost thinking: why go through all that trouble for nothing? I may as well have had my stuff tucked away under my bunk and be safe. Anyway, better safe than sorry.
Goodnight Diary!
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Considering that most of us don't eat the prison rations, we hungered and thirst greatly. At some points food and water became scarce in the entire yard. Bread was completely unavailable and treated and packaged water was spent. All sellers sold out within the first 20 minutes of opening on Monday. Since there was nothing entering or leaving, by Tuesday afternoon, no food or water could be found at any cell or anywhere within the yard.
Remember, the first news of an imminent search came on Saturday night (Day #354) and we did an emergency hiding of our phones. We were all scared and restless, the hiding wasn't safe, we only hid anywhere that looked like something could be put in it. It was already late when this info came and we were all already locked in and couldn't, well, go out, so we only did our hidings within and around. During the day, the following morning, we used our phones until locking time before the hiding began again and stretched into the night. (I'm talking about Sunday evening/night now).
I sent mine along with the accessories to the workshop for safekeeping while others hid theirs in many creative ways. Officially, cells collected their phones together in a plastic bucket and holes were dug within the blocks and they were buried. This was done under the cover of night.
COs opened our cells and instructed us to do it and make sure no contraband remained in any cell as this would always bounce back on them. They didn't want that and so had to aid us. The external search party that came was directly from the nation's capital (HQ of corrections) and were therefore superior to any officer in this facility. Even superior to the state comptroller of corrections. It was a pretty tense situation for us inmates and as well for them COs.
On Sunday night, I slept quite well after we'd hidden our phones and stuff, mine in the toilet at the workshop and others majorly buried in the ground inside blocks. Early in the morning on Monday, when the search was to begin, was when we had the most anxiety. The cells and blocks were just too troublingly quiet. I mean it was so quiet it was deafening, literally. Like a pressure built up in my two ears and everything paused and people moved in slow motion, kind of quiet.
Suspense. Suspense. Suspense. In the morning, before they eventually showed up, we were dying of suspense. Being fortunate as a result of the positioning of our cell, we have a window that can see a greater part of the yard, as well as the main gate far up front. For this morning, everyone wanted to stand at that window and mount the sentry. Thump, thump, thump our hearts thumped and silence remained deafening.
Finally they started trickling in with swag after some waiting. Big, mean looking dogs pulled by big muscled, mean looking COs, were in front, and came charging in. These hellhounds looked as though they had a score to settle with the inhabitants of this hell and would tear them and their abode apart if they got the chance. They didn't!
I'm talking Monday morning now.
Some dramas unfolded that wouldn't permit the hounds to have their fun. What happened was that immediately the search company entered, they turned left and began marching to Back Cell. This is the place where the hardest death row inmates are kept. So, as soon as these condemned guys knew they were coming, they let out such demonic shouts that rent and vibrated the previously unsettlingly quiet atmosphere, cursings and threatenings of stabbings and stranglings, and forced feeding the intruders their overnight shit defecated into plastic containers, echoed.
Such terrible roars their shouts were. The other two blocks, besides Back Cell, where death row inmates are kept, on hearing their fellows, also joined in on the bawl. As Back Cell shouted one thing, it was picked up by the other two blocks, rebounded and volleyed back into the uttermost parts of the prison. They sort of formed a shout transmission triangle.
This development was psychological, calculated and halted our unwanted visitors dead in their tracks. Men who were as good as dead had told them they weren't wanted and would have their deaths fast-forwarded if they advanced further. Their march now paused, they had no choice but to think deeply about all the possible options. To be sure, the losers would be them if they chose to engage foolishly. Dead men have nothing to lose, you know?
After much consideration, the company put forward the Chief of the yard and the resident Deputy Comptroller of Corrections (DCC) to go reason with their dead men. They did and the men told them the only thing they could promise them was deaths if anyone dared to step beyond their designated buffer zone.
Back Cell won. The company then had to send their war dogs out of the yard and adopted a more friendly mien all in a bid to diffuse tension and tone down aggressions. I would say it worked because the shouts died down and the next death row block they turned to cooperated and the search began.
They were very thorough and took a lot of stuff but surprisingly very few phones (already buried, yo!). Knives, belts, bottles, electric stoves and kettles were all taken. Gold blings of all types and serious cash were found and confiscated from the rich blocks. Contrary to expectation, the workshop where my stuff was hidden was searched. I died immediately they marched in there and remained dead, though walking around, until the next day. Not knowing if they took my things was harder and more torture than if they'd actually taken it and I knew immediately. I suffered for hours.
My block wasn't visited until Tuesday. By this time, the searchers were already spent and the aggression had left them and returned to their HQ (lol). The tendency to be dicks and bullies had fizzled out, now they were too nice. I needed to check if I hadn't woken at the Four Seasons somehow for how civil they were.
Tell you what? Technically, they didn't search our cell. As soon as the searchers arrived at our block, our cell being the first, they gathered in front. One got very close to our gate and codedly asked that we arrange money and give him so he wouldn't search us and we did. Turns out only five of the company were the ones allowed into the cells to do the actual searching and he was the leader of the five.
Having slipped money into his hand while we were moving out, they merely made a show of searching the bunks closest to the gate where their colleagues and Superiors stood, but took nothing out even if it was an exhibit. They didn't touch the bunks deeper inside at all. We were made to sit on the ground in front of our cell while they did their thing inside. After a while, they came out with only two laughable things and declared to their boss that our cell is clean (lolz, the money we gave them was equally clean).
Actually, why it was like that was that Authority didn't want us to be searched at all but had to do it to fulfill all righteousness. The DCC told them if they don't search everyone, fighting would break out. The people searched and their things seized would cause trouble. So they only came to our block not to search but for show. Our block has the most impeccable record of any block and our cell stands out of any cell in the block for good behavior.
I later understood that the search was originally targeted at the death row guys at Back Cell, Blocks One and Two, and B block. Other places searched were only as a matter of necessity to serve as cover and to even things out and not hurt already hurt feelings. Principally, it was that transgender in Block Two that singlehandedly attracted and brought this search upon us. He was using his phone recklessly on social media, doing live videos and shits. The extent of his popularity gave his actions a lot of visibility and a lot of powerful people saw it, hence the searchlight fell on prisons.
When it was all over (Tuesday evening), they opened us for only 20 minutes to stretch our limbs but that was just all we needed. Everything buried in the ground was uprooted and I got my phone from the workshop as well. Belts and other things followed later. Hunger and thirst was tough on us these few days. Honestly, prison would be unbearable without our phones, many of us found out during this period. I rest my pen for now.
Tomorrow is Wednesday and normalcy will return. I'm almost thinking: why go through all that trouble for nothing? I may as well have had my stuff tucked away under my bunk and be safe. Anyway, better safe than sorry.
Goodnight Diary!
2024.05.15 14:17 NoOne_NoWhere_NoWay Am I lazy/in the wrong for quitting a new job
Hello Reddit. I (19M) recently started a new job about 2 weeks ago. This is only my second job and it is in a factory. I come to realize very quickly that I absolutely hate the job and it got to the point where I was waking up thinking about how badly I hate it, even the paychecks didnt seem worth it. The work isnt hard, the standing all day isnt bad either. I have poor hearing and the facility was very loud making it hard on me. The team leads were very rude, and never trained me or showed me what to do. I would mess up because of this then get yelled at and belittled by them or my other coworkers. I could never get ahold of HR about my payment methods or anything really, and lastly most of my coworkers dont even speak english, making it more difficult to do anything. I decided to look for a new job and leave this one. I have money saved up, and I have a few interviews waiting for me for a new job that may suit me better. I also dont have any bills to pay other than small ones, I dont live on my own and I dont even have a car yet. I truly didnt think it would be a big deal, I have no real responsibilities at this time in my life. I only pay for a gym membership/phone bill and I give my mom gas money weekly for everything. Yet, my family apart from my mom has been putting me down heavily for it. Mainly my grandmas husband (not my real grandpa, I live with my grandma and him at the moment.) He has called me lazy, said my reasons were just excuses to not work, told me I was like my parents and I was gonna fail, then started quoting bible verses at me. (Im not religious, so this was an insult in itself) I have no problems with working, or hard work, but I will not tolerate a job that im going to be consistently put down and yelled at for being new instead of being properly trained. Its not like im going to be a bum neither, im finding a new job as we speak. I just wanted to know, am I really in the wrong for this? Is my family saying these things to me justified? I simply just wanted to find a different job for now. For more context, im not even looking for something permanent. Im just needed a job for a few months to move to the city where I can start the career I actually want. I would completely understand if I had bills to pay/kids to take care of, but I dont, im still a kid myself. Its honestly been a big kick in the gut to here that im a lazy piece of shit from most of my family for simply not wanting a job that has people treating me like im a complete dumbass. Any advice or just an opinion would be appreciated cause im honestly starting to wonder if I just fucked up and should have sucked it up and dealt with that place, despite it being miserable.
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2024.05.15 14:17 ArthurRavenwood World-hop lock out for forestry?
Now, I apologize if I'm not fully informed - but if I have the impression that one of the reasons to restrict forestry in such weird ways (like having to cut a tree nearby) was the abuse of world hopping for events, right? This just seems to have lead to these weird rules for forestry event eligibility. I assume it's the world-hopping since I don't see why running around and randomly running into a forestry event would be a big deal otherwise (as it would be so rare anyways).
Assuming the world hopping was to blame for the weird forestry restrictions - there was this line in the rebalance notes:
Something like
Again, this is just from my understanding on how Forestry works (based on stuff I'm reading around the place). If there were other issues I've missed, whoops :)
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Assuming the world hopping was to blame for the weird forestry restrictions - there was this line in the rebalance notes:
The Agility Arena also now has a world-hop check in place. If you tag a pillar, then hop to a different world and try to tag a pillar again too quickly, you'll be locked out of interacting with pillars for about 60 seconds.Why not simplify the forestry eligibility by using the same mechanics here? If a person world hops, they are illegible for a forestry event if that event had already started before they world hopped. Or if that's not possible, they have a X second lock-out.
Something like
if [last world-hop timestamp] < [event start timestamp] = eligibleWouldn't that be much easier to grasp than "cut a tree in a X tiles radius in the past Y seconds" and all the frustrations that seem to come with it? I realize that you could be skilling at a bank and wait for events this way, but is that really that big of a deal? You can probably do the same thing now by just hacking at a tree every Y seconds between skilling.
Again, this is just from my understanding on how Forestry works (based on stuff I'm reading around the place). If there were other issues I've missed, whoops :)
2024.05.15 14:17 ImbecileOctopus I Can't Keep a Friend
I'm alone. All my life I've been able to make friends. But I always lose them, in third grade, I lost my two best friends because they switched schools and we just fell out of touch, in fifth grade I lost all my friends except for three, though this was also because of them moving, I made more friends in sixth grade and we remained friends for a good while. Freshman year my best friend from kindergarten and I stopped talking, she texted me one day saying that she didn't actually like me, and she never wanted to talk to me again. That hurt a lot, I got over it in about eight months and eventually was able to stop thinking about her everyday, and seeing her at school didn't bother me as much.
February the next year came, one year since my previous best friend and I stopped talking, maybe it got in my head, and I had been starting to feel suffocated by my current best friend at the time, I loved her, but she kept hurting me by not acknowledging my presence when we were in groups, no matter how hard I tried to contribute to the conversation, she kept leaving me and I just wanted a break from feeling like I was nothing to her. I just wanted some space. But I totally went about it in the wrong way. I picked a fight for no reason and said some awful things that I regret with every fiber of my being. At first, we stopped talking for a couple weeks, and I made two new friends, but soon after my best friend sent me an email telling me everything that was wrong with me, overbearing, pushy, and more I can't remember well, and I agree with her now, I've grown a lot and if she had said those thing recently, I could have come to terms with what she was saying, the things she pointed out were valid points that I should have looked into more, but I got defensive, this was when I thought she didn't want to be friends anymore because it sounded like she hated so many things about me... then what was there to like?
She had texted me a night before and said that she wanted to talk to me, with a specific teacher as a mediator, I refused, I am a very very private person and I do not like to share my feelings with anyone I'm not used to being around, and I wasn't yet familiar with this teacher. I told my friend that if she really didn't want to be friends anymore, that I would respect her decision. I was trying to protect myself, trying to make sure I broke it off before she did, I hate that my brain went there immediately. I wish I had tried to fight for her. She screamed at me while I sat there in a sort of calm daze, which completely gave off the impression that I didn't care... but I cared so much, she told me that I was self-sabotaging and was throwing away something that hadn't gone bad, she was screaming so loud, a teacher came in and told he she was disrupting classes, she was escorted out of the room and I heard her crying, and as soon as she left the room I burst out in tears too.
Our mutual friends, which was only two people, but they were my only other friends, stopped talking to me, and only hung out with her, but we were never on bad terms. I am beginning to resent them though. We stopped talking completely and soon summer vacation came. My cat died, I moved out of my narcissistic mother's house to my Dad's house, and his girlfriend accused me of stealing money, which I didn't, but my father took her side anyway and the entire time I was there they kept trying to blame things on me, and continuously scorned me for being antisocial, so eventually I moved out again when my father and I got in a huge fight, and I haven't talked to him since. I worked 80 hour weeks during the summer at two jobs, trying to keep my mind off my friend, my dad, and stay away from my mom, but it was okay because I had three friends who were from Mongolia, and two friends who were from Turkey working the same exact hours as me. But near the end of the summer, my two Turkish friends and I decided to plan a trip to go to Florida, I asked my mom and after some convincing she finally agreed, we got plane tickets, booked hotels, got car rental stuff, but the night before I left, my mom told me I wasn't allowed to go anymore, she has done this multiple times, but not of this magnitude, I told her that we had already paid for everything, but she told me that if I left, she would call the cops on me.
So I texted my Turkish friends and I told them what happened, but they wouldn't believe me... they blamed me and said "did you tell your mom?" I told them that I did, but they swore that I was lying, they told everyone, including my three Mongolian friends, so in the last month that my foreign friends were in the country, they all hated me, treated me terribly, constantly gave me dirty looks, and were scornful. It broke my heart, especially because they were so kind before, if I can make the kindest person hate me... then what kind of monster am I?
Finally, I came back to school, and it was so much harder than I thought it would be, seeing her everyday, happy with her friends while I sat there, alone and in misery, I had a couple friends, but they weren't in many of my classes. I was able to hold out for so long. One day I just couldn't take it anymore. I just completely gave up, seeing her was too much to bear, she didn't care about me anymore, I didn't have any close friends, just people who wouldn't really care if I lived or died. Everyday was a struggle. I stopped going to school, stopped going to work, and just curled up in my bed and decided that I had enough. I was on a course to graduate that year, a whole year early which got screwed up as well, ruining my chances of doing so.
I skipped work for almost three weeks, but I eventually came back because my boss said she missed me and reassured me that no body was mad. I haven't been to school in about two months, I don't know how I could go back anymore, it would be humiliating... like, what would I say? What if people asked questions? I'd just come off as so pathetic. I've ruined my life, I have little chance of a diploma, and no chance if I don't go back, I've been labeled as "truancy" or whatever. I was also supposed to go to Spain and Italy for a school trip, but I wasn't able to go because of my lack of attendance, so I ended up wasting 4,000 dollars.
My two friends that I made after my last best friend and I broke up called the cops on me because she thought I was going to kill myself, and I was so mad and embarrassed I cried the whole way to the hospital with my mom in the car and was able to go back home after some tests, after I got home, I went off on them, I was so so upset, and I honestly still am, I know they were only doing what they thought best, but I told her that I didn't want to talk to her until she would apologize, because all she kept saying was "I'm sorry you feel that way" so I told her to stop apologizing for how I felt, and apologize for what she did. She didn't, so I told her that I wasn't going to talk to her until she apologized. And the other friend who was in on it too, I texted her angrily and she said "womp womp" I immediately blocked her, I was so mad, words cannot describe my level of fury at that moment. It wasn't funny, that was not the time for jokes.
I have no friends, only my narcissistic mother, I don't even have a father anymore, my oldest sister isn't in contact with him either, for a different reason... I've just been working, and trying not to think. But I can't take it anymore. Have I really screwed everything up? Is my life worth anything anymore? Friendship is dead. Family is overrated, and I have never been able to keep a friend, I do not want the pain of loosing another one, I have people who I enjoy being around, I have coworkers, I have my sisters, and I have two people I hang out with sometimes, but really, none of them are my friends. I never want to make another friend, I refuse, I know they consider me their friends, but if I put a real label on it, it'll hurt too much when they leave and begin to hate me. What do I do? Am I destined for failure? Why do I always end up alone? Not only does everyone hate me, but I'm hating myself more and more by the passing day. I don't know what to do... can somebody, anybody help me? I'm just so lost.
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February the next year came, one year since my previous best friend and I stopped talking, maybe it got in my head, and I had been starting to feel suffocated by my current best friend at the time, I loved her, but she kept hurting me by not acknowledging my presence when we were in groups, no matter how hard I tried to contribute to the conversation, she kept leaving me and I just wanted a break from feeling like I was nothing to her. I just wanted some space. But I totally went about it in the wrong way. I picked a fight for no reason and said some awful things that I regret with every fiber of my being. At first, we stopped talking for a couple weeks, and I made two new friends, but soon after my best friend sent me an email telling me everything that was wrong with me, overbearing, pushy, and more I can't remember well, and I agree with her now, I've grown a lot and if she had said those thing recently, I could have come to terms with what she was saying, the things she pointed out were valid points that I should have looked into more, but I got defensive, this was when I thought she didn't want to be friends anymore because it sounded like she hated so many things about me... then what was there to like?
She had texted me a night before and said that she wanted to talk to me, with a specific teacher as a mediator, I refused, I am a very very private person and I do not like to share my feelings with anyone I'm not used to being around, and I wasn't yet familiar with this teacher. I told my friend that if she really didn't want to be friends anymore, that I would respect her decision. I was trying to protect myself, trying to make sure I broke it off before she did, I hate that my brain went there immediately. I wish I had tried to fight for her. She screamed at me while I sat there in a sort of calm daze, which completely gave off the impression that I didn't care... but I cared so much, she told me that I was self-sabotaging and was throwing away something that hadn't gone bad, she was screaming so loud, a teacher came in and told he she was disrupting classes, she was escorted out of the room and I heard her crying, and as soon as she left the room I burst out in tears too.
Our mutual friends, which was only two people, but they were my only other friends, stopped talking to me, and only hung out with her, but we were never on bad terms. I am beginning to resent them though. We stopped talking completely and soon summer vacation came. My cat died, I moved out of my narcissistic mother's house to my Dad's house, and his girlfriend accused me of stealing money, which I didn't, but my father took her side anyway and the entire time I was there they kept trying to blame things on me, and continuously scorned me for being antisocial, so eventually I moved out again when my father and I got in a huge fight, and I haven't talked to him since. I worked 80 hour weeks during the summer at two jobs, trying to keep my mind off my friend, my dad, and stay away from my mom, but it was okay because I had three friends who were from Mongolia, and two friends who were from Turkey working the same exact hours as me. But near the end of the summer, my two Turkish friends and I decided to plan a trip to go to Florida, I asked my mom and after some convincing she finally agreed, we got plane tickets, booked hotels, got car rental stuff, but the night before I left, my mom told me I wasn't allowed to go anymore, she has done this multiple times, but not of this magnitude, I told her that we had already paid for everything, but she told me that if I left, she would call the cops on me.
So I texted my Turkish friends and I told them what happened, but they wouldn't believe me... they blamed me and said "did you tell your mom?" I told them that I did, but they swore that I was lying, they told everyone, including my three Mongolian friends, so in the last month that my foreign friends were in the country, they all hated me, treated me terribly, constantly gave me dirty looks, and were scornful. It broke my heart, especially because they were so kind before, if I can make the kindest person hate me... then what kind of monster am I?
Finally, I came back to school, and it was so much harder than I thought it would be, seeing her everyday, happy with her friends while I sat there, alone and in misery, I had a couple friends, but they weren't in many of my classes. I was able to hold out for so long. One day I just couldn't take it anymore. I just completely gave up, seeing her was too much to bear, she didn't care about me anymore, I didn't have any close friends, just people who wouldn't really care if I lived or died. Everyday was a struggle. I stopped going to school, stopped going to work, and just curled up in my bed and decided that I had enough. I was on a course to graduate that year, a whole year early which got screwed up as well, ruining my chances of doing so.
I skipped work for almost three weeks, but I eventually came back because my boss said she missed me and reassured me that no body was mad. I haven't been to school in about two months, I don't know how I could go back anymore, it would be humiliating... like, what would I say? What if people asked questions? I'd just come off as so pathetic. I've ruined my life, I have little chance of a diploma, and no chance if I don't go back, I've been labeled as "truancy" or whatever. I was also supposed to go to Spain and Italy for a school trip, but I wasn't able to go because of my lack of attendance, so I ended up wasting 4,000 dollars.
My two friends that I made after my last best friend and I broke up called the cops on me because she thought I was going to kill myself, and I was so mad and embarrassed I cried the whole way to the hospital with my mom in the car and was able to go back home after some tests, after I got home, I went off on them, I was so so upset, and I honestly still am, I know they were only doing what they thought best, but I told her that I didn't want to talk to her until she would apologize, because all she kept saying was "I'm sorry you feel that way" so I told her to stop apologizing for how I felt, and apologize for what she did. She didn't, so I told her that I wasn't going to talk to her until she apologized. And the other friend who was in on it too, I texted her angrily and she said "womp womp" I immediately blocked her, I was so mad, words cannot describe my level of fury at that moment. It wasn't funny, that was not the time for jokes.
I have no friends, only my narcissistic mother, I don't even have a father anymore, my oldest sister isn't in contact with him either, for a different reason... I've just been working, and trying not to think. But I can't take it anymore. Have I really screwed everything up? Is my life worth anything anymore? Friendship is dead. Family is overrated, and I have never been able to keep a friend, I do not want the pain of loosing another one, I have people who I enjoy being around, I have coworkers, I have my sisters, and I have two people I hang out with sometimes, but really, none of them are my friends. I never want to make another friend, I refuse, I know they consider me their friends, but if I put a real label on it, it'll hurt too much when they leave and begin to hate me. What do I do? Am I destined for failure? Why do I always end up alone? Not only does everyone hate me, but I'm hating myself more and more by the passing day. I don't know what to do... can somebody, anybody help me? I'm just so lost.
2024.05.15 14:16 Ohmyjeeze101 Coming to terms with the end
Facing the consequences of my actions has been incredibly difficult. I (29M) cheated on my long-distance girlfriend(26F) shortly before we were meant to close the gap and move in together, and understandably, she broke up with me. The betrayal broke her heart, and for a while, I was desperately pleading and doing everything I could to earn her forgiveness and for a chance at reconciliation. I’ve struggled with the idea of love allows and what loves forgives.
Now, I'm starting to accept the reality that I caused her immense pain and that it's crucial for me to allow her the space to step away from the relationship. She deserves the time and space to heal and to pursue what brings her joy and fulfillment, whether that's with me or not. She should have the freedom to explore intimacy with others and see what other romantic options are out there for her. If she finds a man who values and respects her enough to never hurt her the way i did. That will treat her better than I did, who protects her heart and loves her in the way that I fell short, I will support her and I must be happy for her. I love her and love should not be possessive.
if we are truly meant to be together, she will find her way back to me. As I continue to do the work to become a better man, a man of more integrity who has self control. If we were placed on this earth to be together, we will find it within ourselves to love each other despite mistakes and to forgive. If she can't do that, then she was not the one destined for me to begin with.
What saddens me the most is realizing that I wasn't ready for her. I wasn't prepared to be the man she needed me to be. I did not value and respect my woman the way that I thought I did. I didn’t honor the bond we had and the grief and agony associated with that reality is extremely difficult to bear. However it is what it is and life goes on.
I wish everyone here the best and hope you all find the strength to move forward in life after heart break, grief, betrayal or whatever emotion you might be struggling with.
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Now, I'm starting to accept the reality that I caused her immense pain and that it's crucial for me to allow her the space to step away from the relationship. She deserves the time and space to heal and to pursue what brings her joy and fulfillment, whether that's with me or not. She should have the freedom to explore intimacy with others and see what other romantic options are out there for her. If she finds a man who values and respects her enough to never hurt her the way i did. That will treat her better than I did, who protects her heart and loves her in the way that I fell short, I will support her and I must be happy for her. I love her and love should not be possessive.
if we are truly meant to be together, she will find her way back to me. As I continue to do the work to become a better man, a man of more integrity who has self control. If we were placed on this earth to be together, we will find it within ourselves to love each other despite mistakes and to forgive. If she can't do that, then she was not the one destined for me to begin with.
What saddens me the most is realizing that I wasn't ready for her. I wasn't prepared to be the man she needed me to be. I did not value and respect my woman the way that I thought I did. I didn’t honor the bond we had and the grief and agony associated with that reality is extremely difficult to bear. However it is what it is and life goes on.
I wish everyone here the best and hope you all find the strength to move forward in life after heart break, grief, betrayal or whatever emotion you might be struggling with.
2024.05.15 14:16 hesteheste On MBB burnout and PTSD
https://brokenmbb.medium.com/the-downfall-of-an-mbb-consult-282140a9d60e
From the fine article:
I am a former management consultant who six months ago decided to leave the firm because of severe stress and signs of burnout. Six months on I am battling severe PTSD and deep depression following the whole downfall. I am currently admitted to a psychiatric ward where I receive sufficient care. For those of you who are unfamiliar with MBB, it refers to McKinsey, BCG, and Bain — the three of the world’s top consulting firms. I started with the MBB firm as a senior hire, which was unheard of at the time. Having previously spent five years at a less prestigious / tier-2 firm, I had to spend a lot of energy and time proving that I was ‘good enough’. One of my first projects was a big ‘transformation project’ for a troubled corporate. The project conditions were insane. One of my team member turned up at work shaking because she had slept on average less than 4 hours per night during the last five days. She was in charge of the financial model, which was incredibly stressful for her. She left shortly thereafter. During the project I received multiple ‘coaching’ lessons in a rather aggressive manner. I wasn’t being 80/20 enough. I was focusing on the wrong things. I wasn’t able to “crack the case” well enough. All the comments were likely fair, but the delivery format was dubious. At one occasion I broke down in front of my boss who just kept giving tense feedback. It was as if I deserved extra treatment because I was the new senior hire and didn’t necessarily know all the right ways of working. The MBB firm liked to talk about ‘homegrown’ vs ‘non-homegrown’ talent. Homegrown talent that had come ‘up through the system’ was rated higher than people like me. Even after five years I was still referred to as an external hire; not ‘homegrown’ talent. My project reviews were generally stellar and I was a high achiever who did my very best to fit in. Still, I just wasn’t homegrown. My downfall last year started with panic attacks due to a very senior client expecting us to have overnight meetings ever two weeks. Meeting start, if lucky, at 11pm and, normally, end around 4.30am. My whole life revolved around this client’s diary and created an immense sense of anxiety because I was expected to prepare contents for these meetings at extremely short notice. Often the partners involved would change their mind last minute, resulting in significant rework and hours wasted on producing the wrong content. An added stress factor was the pressure to keep the project team happy. Every week a survey was run. Junior team members would often use this as an outlet against the leadership team because they were overworked and stressed. So as the project manager I was tasked with the challenge of ‘fixing’ the engagement projects. Most of the issues were out of my control — rude clients, client not making decisions fast enough, boring topics, etc. It was almost impossible to turn around, but it still was my job to be the ‘fun uncle’ for the team and keep scores up. In essence, the pressure was four-fold. Pressure from the client to deliver a good recommendation. Pressure from partners to sell the next engagement. Pressure from the project team to fix all of their issues. And pressure from the family at home to spend more time, travel less, and be present. These four pressures broke me completely. One night I woke up with severe panic attacks because I knew I had one of these all-nighter meetings coming up, but I didn’t know when. Out of frustration I hammered my hand into the wall multiple times. The next morning I notified my manager that I had severe panic attacks. He told me to rest up. After ongoing discussion with my psychiatrist, I got my psychiatrist to send a letter to my employer, asking them to reduce my workload for a period of of time. This is what common practice in most European countries. This request didn’t go down well. As a consequence, I was pulled into a meeting by my supervisor who asked me when I would get better: “What’s your timeframe? When will you be better? We need to know now.” Of course I had no idea: It is really a question of how long is a piece of string. It depends on how well I can manage my symptoms and anxiety I was experiencing from the stressful work conditions. Shortly thereafter, I decided to resign because I couldn’t withstand the pressure anymore. They gave me six months paid leave to find a new role, which I have done. Fact of the matter is that working with an MBB ruined large parts of my life. I have been given the diagnosis PTSD following the downfall last year and how I was treated. I now suffer from severe depression and I have no confidence in my own ability to undertake complex or stressful work. More to come.
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From the fine article:
I am a former management consultant who six months ago decided to leave the firm because of severe stress and signs of burnout. Six months on I am battling severe PTSD and deep depression following the whole downfall. I am currently admitted to a psychiatric ward where I receive sufficient care. For those of you who are unfamiliar with MBB, it refers to McKinsey, BCG, and Bain — the three of the world’s top consulting firms. I started with the MBB firm as a senior hire, which was unheard of at the time. Having previously spent five years at a less prestigious / tier-2 firm, I had to spend a lot of energy and time proving that I was ‘good enough’. One of my first projects was a big ‘transformation project’ for a troubled corporate. The project conditions were insane. One of my team member turned up at work shaking because she had slept on average less than 4 hours per night during the last five days. She was in charge of the financial model, which was incredibly stressful for her. She left shortly thereafter. During the project I received multiple ‘coaching’ lessons in a rather aggressive manner. I wasn’t being 80/20 enough. I was focusing on the wrong things. I wasn’t able to “crack the case” well enough. All the comments were likely fair, but the delivery format was dubious. At one occasion I broke down in front of my boss who just kept giving tense feedback. It was as if I deserved extra treatment because I was the new senior hire and didn’t necessarily know all the right ways of working. The MBB firm liked to talk about ‘homegrown’ vs ‘non-homegrown’ talent. Homegrown talent that had come ‘up through the system’ was rated higher than people like me. Even after five years I was still referred to as an external hire; not ‘homegrown’ talent. My project reviews were generally stellar and I was a high achiever who did my very best to fit in. Still, I just wasn’t homegrown. My downfall last year started with panic attacks due to a very senior client expecting us to have overnight meetings ever two weeks. Meeting start, if lucky, at 11pm and, normally, end around 4.30am. My whole life revolved around this client’s diary and created an immense sense of anxiety because I was expected to prepare contents for these meetings at extremely short notice. Often the partners involved would change their mind last minute, resulting in significant rework and hours wasted on producing the wrong content. An added stress factor was the pressure to keep the project team happy. Every week a survey was run. Junior team members would often use this as an outlet against the leadership team because they were overworked and stressed. So as the project manager I was tasked with the challenge of ‘fixing’ the engagement projects. Most of the issues were out of my control — rude clients, client not making decisions fast enough, boring topics, etc. It was almost impossible to turn around, but it still was my job to be the ‘fun uncle’ for the team and keep scores up. In essence, the pressure was four-fold. Pressure from the client to deliver a good recommendation. Pressure from partners to sell the next engagement. Pressure from the project team to fix all of their issues. And pressure from the family at home to spend more time, travel less, and be present. These four pressures broke me completely. One night I woke up with severe panic attacks because I knew I had one of these all-nighter meetings coming up, but I didn’t know when. Out of frustration I hammered my hand into the wall multiple times. The next morning I notified my manager that I had severe panic attacks. He told me to rest up. After ongoing discussion with my psychiatrist, I got my psychiatrist to send a letter to my employer, asking them to reduce my workload for a period of of time. This is what common practice in most European countries. This request didn’t go down well. As a consequence, I was pulled into a meeting by my supervisor who asked me when I would get better: “What’s your timeframe? When will you be better? We need to know now.” Of course I had no idea: It is really a question of how long is a piece of string. It depends on how well I can manage my symptoms and anxiety I was experiencing from the stressful work conditions. Shortly thereafter, I decided to resign because I couldn’t withstand the pressure anymore. They gave me six months paid leave to find a new role, which I have done. Fact of the matter is that working with an MBB ruined large parts of my life. I have been given the diagnosis PTSD following the downfall last year and how I was treated. I now suffer from severe depression and I have no confidence in my own ability to undertake complex or stressful work. More to come.
2024.05.15 14:15 transparentparent Boomer ruins bonfire
So this happened to me around the time I was in high school.
One of my friends has a bonfire at his house which included several people from our friend group. Everyone at this bonfire was 15-17 with the exception of my friend’s parents and their friend who I’ll call Ed.
Ed is known for being a miserable person who’s unnecessarily aggressive about certain topics but for some reason is a close friend of the family so he’s around regularly.
So at this bonfire we’re all talking and somehow the topic of birthdays come up. My birthday is 9/11 (not 2001) and once Ed learns of this he goes on a very long racist rant which caused everyone to slowly start leaving one on one but wouldn’t stop. It gets to a point where everyone is just quiet not saying anything since we’re all teens getting yelled at by a 300 pound as he rants about “those damn towel head”
Even worse, after a majority of the people left my I had one friend who stayed later than everyone else. Once it was just her and him by the fire he starts trying to hit on her who was then either 16 or 17.
I’m not sure of Ed’s exact age but this wild aggression and need to lecture a bunch of teens for no reason makes me believe he has to be a younger boomer.
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One of my friends has a bonfire at his house which included several people from our friend group. Everyone at this bonfire was 15-17 with the exception of my friend’s parents and their friend who I’ll call Ed.
Ed is known for being a miserable person who’s unnecessarily aggressive about certain topics but for some reason is a close friend of the family so he’s around regularly.
So at this bonfire we’re all talking and somehow the topic of birthdays come up. My birthday is 9/11 (not 2001) and once Ed learns of this he goes on a very long racist rant which caused everyone to slowly start leaving one on one but wouldn’t stop. It gets to a point where everyone is just quiet not saying anything since we’re all teens getting yelled at by a 300 pound as he rants about “those damn towel head”
Even worse, after a majority of the people left my I had one friend who stayed later than everyone else. Once it was just her and him by the fire he starts trying to hit on her who was then either 16 or 17.
I’m not sure of Ed’s exact age but this wild aggression and need to lecture a bunch of teens for no reason makes me believe he has to be a younger boomer.
2024.05.15 14:14 LotsoflovefromJulia What did you choose for your Tarte custom beauty kit?
 | What did you get in your Tarte custom kit? submitted by LotsoflovefromJulia to BeautyBoxes [link] [comments] There was a lot less choices this year which was a bit disappointing but I came into some money earlier this year so decided to treat myself. I noticed that weirdly the choices change slightly depending what time you look. I saw another bag option on the 3rd or 4th time I looked and was deciding whether to pull the trigger or not. I chose the lip and cheek flush in blueberry, as I’ve wanted a gloss for a while and the blue colour intrigued me a lot. I’ve been looking at it for a while before now. Amazonian clay blush in big ego, as I’m halfway through my Dior 001 blush and looking for a backup. I wish they had some less harsh cooler toned pinks but this was the only cool toned one they had. Double take eyeliner as I’ve lost my eyeliner and need a new one. This one has the felt pen end (my preference) and a gel end and was rated higher than the plain felt pen one. Face tape foundation. I miss the clay stick foundation a lot. My Huda stick has nearly run out so this can be my next foundation. Usually I’m the palest shade in any foundation, but I’m fair beige in the clay stick so picked the same here. The buffer brush as I used to have one for my clay stick foundation and it’s great. I normally apply foundation with my fingers but I remember this brush being really good. Really dense and gives a good coverage. Tubing mascara. Will probably stick this on Vinted as I hardly ever wear mascara, and when I do I stick to max factor. There are no other choices in this section except for mascara which was disappointing. Everyday essentials pink makeup bag. Again, this didn’t appear when I first saw the options but when I decided to buy and rechecked my options, I saw it. |
2024.05.15 14:13 evil_racooning How does your pwBPD treat pets?
Mine loved theirs, but then would forget to feed them. Had an elderly pet that struggled to make it outside: instead of helping the poor thing with medicine or other measures, it would mess in the house. This seemed to happen so often my pwBPD was nose blind or would ask me to clean the mess up if they suspected one was there. Ended up having to rip carpet out as a result.
Their other dog had anxiety and would whine for attention. The pwBPD would be fine for a while and suddenly SCREECH the dog’s name (dog would freak and go lie down/hide), and then all was well. Privately I started giving that dog extra cuddles and it started loving on me. Really was a sweet thing when it received love… oh, and then it suddenly passed away from a condition that made me suspect it never went to the vet.
Now they have two more dogs. One was so well behaved and shy and sweet: now has destructive tendencies. The other they’ve had a very short time so I suspect the new one was a “fix” for the other’s destruction (works all the time, even at home).
I’m not trying to paint myself as a martyr but my dogs are sweet and loving and yes, they’re turds sometimes but that’s 99% my fault because I messed up or forgot to do something. I love them so much.
So is this a thing? Do pwBPD treat their pets like crap but claim they love them?
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Their other dog had anxiety and would whine for attention. The pwBPD would be fine for a while and suddenly SCREECH the dog’s name (dog would freak and go lie down/hide), and then all was well. Privately I started giving that dog extra cuddles and it started loving on me. Really was a sweet thing when it received love… oh, and then it suddenly passed away from a condition that made me suspect it never went to the vet.
Now they have two more dogs. One was so well behaved and shy and sweet: now has destructive tendencies. The other they’ve had a very short time so I suspect the new one was a “fix” for the other’s destruction (works all the time, even at home).
I’m not trying to paint myself as a martyr but my dogs are sweet and loving and yes, they’re turds sometimes but that’s 99% my fault because I messed up or forgot to do something. I love them so much.
So is this a thing? Do pwBPD treat their pets like crap but claim they love them?
2024.05.15 14:11 VeterinarianInside28 Unbearable downstairs neighbors
What more can I do? The people who live under me insufferable. they constantly complain to me about me making noise! It started by them saying my dog barked all night the first night he was left alone. I got off work 4 hours early that night (2 am) and didn't go inside for about an hour because i was enjoying the cool night. And I wanted to see if he was barking, but he didn't make a peep. Additionally the neighbors on either side listened for him after I left for work at 6 pm (and we can all hear eachothers tv's) but they didn't hear him. They (all 3 neighbors) had my number but nobody texted. They just complained when I saw them the next day.
Almost every time the people under me see me they complain about the noise. So I've done everything in my power to keep it quiet while actively making every effort to avoid them. My dog stays at my moms house most nights when I'm working and when that's not possible and he's home alone he's got his bark collar on and I give him his anxiety medication to help him sleep. They still say he runs around all night but that's not possible because he's crated. i thought it could be the cats but when I'm home the cats sit in their tree and sleep and that's all they do all night until about 6 am when they get their morning treat.
I put some area rugs down to try to help. But that hasn't done anything.
I even did these neighbors a favor and let them use my washer and dryer (even though they did 3 times as many loads as I do alone) to try to get on their good side until they started complaining about cat hair allergies and I didn't want to risk one of them passing out in my apartment so I had to put a stop to it.
This morning at 5 am the woman texts me that she heard my dog running around and he's kept them up all night. No. last night I was home and I watched my dog and cats, nobody ran around. Nobody made noise. Nobody barked. Nobody meowed. I paced back and forth to the bedroom a few times when I needed to, and I try to step as light as I can but I have a bad leg. I limp so it's probably not as light as a normal person could walk. if she heard anything it was me. Everyone else was asleep and I was in my chair with my leg propped up watching twitch most the night. I can only do so much. I'm not going to make myself uncomfortable by tip toeing around my own apartment that I pay for. But if it really kept you up all night why did you wait until 5 AM to say something?
I sent an email to the office and asked to swap apartment because I don't want to disturb them anymore and I know two ground floor apartments are going to open up over here soon. But I know they aren't going to let me. The office staff is the least professional group of people I've ever met and they don't like work.
And don't get me wrong... I mean I get it. I know it's an old apartment complex. It's poorly insulated. and I'm sorry if they really do hear noise from up here. but what else can I do? I'm seriously not making much, if any noise. The only thing that's making any noise is my fan. but I can't imagine how they could be hearing that. I'm doing the best I can. When you move into a bottom apartment isn't a little bit of noise to be expected? I would understand if we were really being disruptive, playing loud music, barking, or even running around and playing all night I could see where that kind of thing would be disruptive. But we aren't. I wake up in the afternoon, do my cleaning, cooking, until 9 or 10 and then sit down and watch twitch until i'm tired enough to go back to bed sometime in the morning. I'm depressed as hell, I literally have no desire to do anything. Unfortunately I do still care about others.
The person on my right has told me to not worry about it, she's told me they complain about everyone. And honestly that statement was proven as for the couple weeks they were doing laundry at my apartment. The woman started to buddy up to me and complain about other residents. I suspect at least part of the complaints are really because I no longer letting them use my laundry. But it still makes me feel bad. Suggestions? i don't know what to do to make these people happy.
All i really want is to be left alone and in peace. I try to be quiet. I try to be as helpful and respectful as I can be to other people. I don't ask anything of anyone. I don't complain. when my apartment needs a repair I usually don't even call maintance if it's not an emergency because I don't want to bother anyone. what am i supposed to do? maybe it's the depression but more and more things just keep going wrong and those dark thoughts keep creeping in. i don't know what to do anymore.
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Almost every time the people under me see me they complain about the noise. So I've done everything in my power to keep it quiet while actively making every effort to avoid them. My dog stays at my moms house most nights when I'm working and when that's not possible and he's home alone he's got his bark collar on and I give him his anxiety medication to help him sleep. They still say he runs around all night but that's not possible because he's crated. i thought it could be the cats but when I'm home the cats sit in their tree and sleep and that's all they do all night until about 6 am when they get their morning treat.
I put some area rugs down to try to help. But that hasn't done anything.
I even did these neighbors a favor and let them use my washer and dryer (even though they did 3 times as many loads as I do alone) to try to get on their good side until they started complaining about cat hair allergies and I didn't want to risk one of them passing out in my apartment so I had to put a stop to it.
This morning at 5 am the woman texts me that she heard my dog running around and he's kept them up all night. No. last night I was home and I watched my dog and cats, nobody ran around. Nobody made noise. Nobody barked. Nobody meowed. I paced back and forth to the bedroom a few times when I needed to, and I try to step as light as I can but I have a bad leg. I limp so it's probably not as light as a normal person could walk. if she heard anything it was me. Everyone else was asleep and I was in my chair with my leg propped up watching twitch most the night. I can only do so much. I'm not going to make myself uncomfortable by tip toeing around my own apartment that I pay for. But if it really kept you up all night why did you wait until 5 AM to say something?
I sent an email to the office and asked to swap apartment because I don't want to disturb them anymore and I know two ground floor apartments are going to open up over here soon. But I know they aren't going to let me. The office staff is the least professional group of people I've ever met and they don't like work.
And don't get me wrong... I mean I get it. I know it's an old apartment complex. It's poorly insulated. and I'm sorry if they really do hear noise from up here. but what else can I do? I'm seriously not making much, if any noise. The only thing that's making any noise is my fan. but I can't imagine how they could be hearing that. I'm doing the best I can. When you move into a bottom apartment isn't a little bit of noise to be expected? I would understand if we were really being disruptive, playing loud music, barking, or even running around and playing all night I could see where that kind of thing would be disruptive. But we aren't. I wake up in the afternoon, do my cleaning, cooking, until 9 or 10 and then sit down and watch twitch until i'm tired enough to go back to bed sometime in the morning. I'm depressed as hell, I literally have no desire to do anything. Unfortunately I do still care about others.
The person on my right has told me to not worry about it, she's told me they complain about everyone. And honestly that statement was proven as for the couple weeks they were doing laundry at my apartment. The woman started to buddy up to me and complain about other residents. I suspect at least part of the complaints are really because I no longer letting them use my laundry. But it still makes me feel bad. Suggestions? i don't know what to do to make these people happy.
All i really want is to be left alone and in peace. I try to be quiet. I try to be as helpful and respectful as I can be to other people. I don't ask anything of anyone. I don't complain. when my apartment needs a repair I usually don't even call maintance if it's not an emergency because I don't want to bother anyone. what am i supposed to do? maybe it's the depression but more and more things just keep going wrong and those dark thoughts keep creeping in. i don't know what to do anymore.
2024.05.15 14:08 butterflyblast should i (17F) break up with my boyfriend (19M) over finding out about his porn addiction?
this is my first time posting on reddit, im looking for any kind of advice or input. i (17F) have been with my boyfriend (19M) for almost six months now, our anniversary is in 2 days. this is my first relationship and his second relationship, we’ve had problems since we started dating, we’ve never been in a fight over anything ive done, just gonna be completely real im a very anxious person and a huge perfectionist in every aspect of my life and since this is my first relationship i have been extremely diligent to do everything right, i cant say the same for him. hes hurt me emotionally so many times throughout this relationship, he can often be careless and doesnt consider me, and then doesnt see a problem with that. hes fucked up in so many MAJOR ways that have literally landed me in the hospital, no physical ab*se is happening, but he is still the cause of my reoccurring doctors visits. i wont get into all the ways hes hurt me emotionally and done shit thats fucked me over since this post is intended to be ab my current predicament with him, but i will just say that it gets BAD. hes never cheated on me as far as i know, i believe women should never trust men so im not saying this because i trust his every word, i just genuinely dont think he would have the balls to do something like that, plus i am literally the catch of his life. his friends and mine and just people we are acquainted with often ask me how he pulled me and say to him and i that im way out of his league, my boyfriend says this as well. i dont want to come off as cocky or anything like that at all, i am a very humble person irl, but i just want to paint the picture of our relationship for anyone who can help me out right now. i do know that im very very pretty, patient, caring, generous, kind, understanding, polite, and poised. i grew up with an eating disorder most of my life and never believed my appearance was good enough or held any value, so i made a point to not have a rotten soul, i made a point to really really work on myself on the inside, so that i could fall in love with being alive enough to realize that my appearance was not the most important thing. throughout the years my insecurity faded away and ive gotten to a point in my life where i know who i am, i know that im a truly good person, and i know that im really good looking. ANYWAY sorry for that whole spiel but it will be relevant when i get into whats happening in my relationship at the moment!!!!
my relationship has a lot of really good moments, i can be so real with him, we are always laughing on good days, he can be so kind and caring and chivalrous at times, i feel so safe with him in those times, i believe we have a really genuine connection.
NOW for the current issue… i broke up with him this march (we were only broken up for exactly 24hrs) due to the build up of fucked up shit hes put me through, him following pornstars on insta, liking girls thirst traps, disappearing to LA when i was in the hospital because of him, and the list goes on and on and on. my point is, one of the reasons was him following porn stars and liking that kind of content on social media. we are not an on and off couple, this is the only time we’ve broken up, and the whole 24hrs that we were we quite literally stayed on the phone, throughout the whole evening, night, morning, and his whole work day up until we met up to continue talking ab things in person. i was extremely explicit in the fact that his current behavior was unacceptable, i wasnt going to stand for it, and that i would have a 0 toleration policy for any boundary crossing, fuck ups, or general asshole behavior in the future.
i told him that i had 2 options, i could either follow through with my decision to leave him based on what has actually happened in our relationship, or i could trust him saying that he was going to change and give him a second chance. i am really in love with him and i want him to be a part of my life, as i want to be a part of his, so i chose to stay with him and give him the opportunity to prove to me he could be better, and continue to be a better man from that point forth. things have been really good since i made this choice, hes made a major effort to be better in every aspect, and made positive changes to his own life, he seems happier and seems to have more energy and more of a lust for life since this, and i am so happy to see that. i could go on and on but basically things have just been really amazing.
NOW FOR THE REAL TEA!!!! 2 weeks ago i found out i was pregnant, and had to take the abortion pill a few days after that, he was really amazing throughout the whole process, but its been hard for me nonetheless, the way doctors treated me, having to hide it from my mom, having morning sickness, the hormonal up and downs of it all, the fact that being pregnant is my biggest fear, combined with other stress in my personal life. ive been kinda down lately due to this, it was just a hard thing to go through esp at my age, but ive been making an effort to take care of myself, not slip into depression, and move forward with my life. ive been doing well more recently, but it was just a rough patch for me personally. my cat has also been sick since ab the exact same time i found out i was pregnant, and ive been super stressed ab that and losing sleep taking care of him all night and day, every night and day.
REALREAL TEA TIME. REAL TEA. since my cats not doing well, i decided to hangout with my boyfriend after he got off of work the other day, just to get my mind off of it, get out of the house, and enjoy life for a bit. we ended up having an AMAZING night, like seriously so good, i fell in love with him all over again ab 10 million times that night. at the end of the night we decided to go back to my place and sleepover there. he went to sleep soon after we got home, but i stayed up because i needed to take off my makeup and take a shower. before showering, i decided to go on his phone to send myself cute pictures we had taken and also to take a peak at what hes been up to. things have been so good lately and i wanted to prove to myself that i made the right decision in staying with him. unfortunately things did not go so well. i ended up looking through his phone for a few hrs because i found LOADS of hentai and porn he was looking at on reddit in his history, porn on discord, repeating onlyfans links in his search history (which were dated to the DAY after i found out i was pregnant and would have to have an abortion), i found a group he was in on facebook that consisted entirely of borderline porn, and i found messages he had deleted on facebook of him messaging a girl and asking her to send him nudes and telling her that she was sexy dated to when we first officially got into a committed relationship, his recent searches on reddit were all groups that consist solely of porn, his link history on reddit contained onlyfans links, and there were onlyfans models in his recent searches on insta as well. i was absolutely devastated, i was feeling so many things and wanted to end it right then and there, i decided to take my shower, do skincare and all of that stuff, go to sleep and tell him what i found in the morning. it was like 3am at this point. i finished getting ready for bed around 5:30am and went to my nightstand to plug in my phone, my boyfriend is a super heavy sleeper so i didnt think him waking up was even a possibility, but he woke up and asked me to come cuddle in bed with him, since he was half awake, i knew if i got into bed he’d start cuddling with me, and i could not handle that so id have to push him away, leaving me no choice but to confront him at that time instead of in the morning as i had planned. so i said “hey (bf’s name), do you wanna tell me why you’ve been looking at loads of porn on reddit” he quickly became fully conscious when he realized what was happening. he was still out of it but kind of trying to talk to me and ask me what was happening, i didnt say anything, i grabbed my pillow and a blanket and told him to go back to sleep and that we’d discuss it in the morning, he asked me where i was going and i said to sleep on my couch, then i gave him 2 options, i said he could either leave right then and there, or go back to sleep and we’d talk ab it later in the morning and i would sleep on my couch, but i told him we were not gonna have the convo right then and there. i went downstairs and set up my couch bed, then i was like wait a damn minute why am i the one sleeping on the couch, i came back upstairs and told him that i changed my mind and that he could either leave or sleep on the couch. he never made a decision and we ended up having the whole convo ab everything right then and there, i remained stern and i was clearly angry but i did not raise my voice or throw out insults. at first he tried lying to me and saying it wasnt him and all this other bullshit, but eventually he admitted that he has a porn addiction. i was still extremely upset, i understand that its a common thing in my generation, porn-like content is all over social media and so easy to access, but it still shook me to my core. porn addiction is a real thing but like idk how to deal with this, i am so hurt and feeling so many things, there was SO much of it and it all feels like cheating to me. this is making me question everything ab our intimate life, it makes me feel like it doesnt mean anything to him. idek when and how he has the energy to jerk off because we both have a high sex drive and see each other rly often, so we have LOTS of sex and im never the one to tap out after multiple rounds. its not vanilla either so its not like theres some sort of unfulfilled desire happening, i really do not get it at all, and i am SO unbelievably hurt. i dont know if i can ever move on from this or forgive him, or “help and support and reassure” him as he tries to quit this addiction. it feels like im begging my bf to only have eyes for me. like im support him in his endeavor to stop looking at other naked girls. nothing about it feels right and i dont know what to do. i love him so unbelievably much, but this changes everything, i wish this never happened because i do want to be with him, i just dont know how to, or if i should, now. any and all advice would be appreciated. i am completely undecided on what to do from this point on.
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my relationship has a lot of really good moments, i can be so real with him, we are always laughing on good days, he can be so kind and caring and chivalrous at times, i feel so safe with him in those times, i believe we have a really genuine connection.
NOW for the current issue… i broke up with him this march (we were only broken up for exactly 24hrs) due to the build up of fucked up shit hes put me through, him following pornstars on insta, liking girls thirst traps, disappearing to LA when i was in the hospital because of him, and the list goes on and on and on. my point is, one of the reasons was him following porn stars and liking that kind of content on social media. we are not an on and off couple, this is the only time we’ve broken up, and the whole 24hrs that we were we quite literally stayed on the phone, throughout the whole evening, night, morning, and his whole work day up until we met up to continue talking ab things in person. i was extremely explicit in the fact that his current behavior was unacceptable, i wasnt going to stand for it, and that i would have a 0 toleration policy for any boundary crossing, fuck ups, or general asshole behavior in the future.
i told him that i had 2 options, i could either follow through with my decision to leave him based on what has actually happened in our relationship, or i could trust him saying that he was going to change and give him a second chance. i am really in love with him and i want him to be a part of my life, as i want to be a part of his, so i chose to stay with him and give him the opportunity to prove to me he could be better, and continue to be a better man from that point forth. things have been really good since i made this choice, hes made a major effort to be better in every aspect, and made positive changes to his own life, he seems happier and seems to have more energy and more of a lust for life since this, and i am so happy to see that. i could go on and on but basically things have just been really amazing.
NOW FOR THE REAL TEA!!!! 2 weeks ago i found out i was pregnant, and had to take the abortion pill a few days after that, he was really amazing throughout the whole process, but its been hard for me nonetheless, the way doctors treated me, having to hide it from my mom, having morning sickness, the hormonal up and downs of it all, the fact that being pregnant is my biggest fear, combined with other stress in my personal life. ive been kinda down lately due to this, it was just a hard thing to go through esp at my age, but ive been making an effort to take care of myself, not slip into depression, and move forward with my life. ive been doing well more recently, but it was just a rough patch for me personally. my cat has also been sick since ab the exact same time i found out i was pregnant, and ive been super stressed ab that and losing sleep taking care of him all night and day, every night and day.
REALREAL TEA TIME. REAL TEA. since my cats not doing well, i decided to hangout with my boyfriend after he got off of work the other day, just to get my mind off of it, get out of the house, and enjoy life for a bit. we ended up having an AMAZING night, like seriously so good, i fell in love with him all over again ab 10 million times that night. at the end of the night we decided to go back to my place and sleepover there. he went to sleep soon after we got home, but i stayed up because i needed to take off my makeup and take a shower. before showering, i decided to go on his phone to send myself cute pictures we had taken and also to take a peak at what hes been up to. things have been so good lately and i wanted to prove to myself that i made the right decision in staying with him. unfortunately things did not go so well. i ended up looking through his phone for a few hrs because i found LOADS of hentai and porn he was looking at on reddit in his history, porn on discord, repeating onlyfans links in his search history (which were dated to the DAY after i found out i was pregnant and would have to have an abortion), i found a group he was in on facebook that consisted entirely of borderline porn, and i found messages he had deleted on facebook of him messaging a girl and asking her to send him nudes and telling her that she was sexy dated to when we first officially got into a committed relationship, his recent searches on reddit were all groups that consist solely of porn, his link history on reddit contained onlyfans links, and there were onlyfans models in his recent searches on insta as well. i was absolutely devastated, i was feeling so many things and wanted to end it right then and there, i decided to take my shower, do skincare and all of that stuff, go to sleep and tell him what i found in the morning. it was like 3am at this point. i finished getting ready for bed around 5:30am and went to my nightstand to plug in my phone, my boyfriend is a super heavy sleeper so i didnt think him waking up was even a possibility, but he woke up and asked me to come cuddle in bed with him, since he was half awake, i knew if i got into bed he’d start cuddling with me, and i could not handle that so id have to push him away, leaving me no choice but to confront him at that time instead of in the morning as i had planned. so i said “hey (bf’s name), do you wanna tell me why you’ve been looking at loads of porn on reddit” he quickly became fully conscious when he realized what was happening. he was still out of it but kind of trying to talk to me and ask me what was happening, i didnt say anything, i grabbed my pillow and a blanket and told him to go back to sleep and that we’d discuss it in the morning, he asked me where i was going and i said to sleep on my couch, then i gave him 2 options, i said he could either leave right then and there, or go back to sleep and we’d talk ab it later in the morning and i would sleep on my couch, but i told him we were not gonna have the convo right then and there. i went downstairs and set up my couch bed, then i was like wait a damn minute why am i the one sleeping on the couch, i came back upstairs and told him that i changed my mind and that he could either leave or sleep on the couch. he never made a decision and we ended up having the whole convo ab everything right then and there, i remained stern and i was clearly angry but i did not raise my voice or throw out insults. at first he tried lying to me and saying it wasnt him and all this other bullshit, but eventually he admitted that he has a porn addiction. i was still extremely upset, i understand that its a common thing in my generation, porn-like content is all over social media and so easy to access, but it still shook me to my core. porn addiction is a real thing but like idk how to deal with this, i am so hurt and feeling so many things, there was SO much of it and it all feels like cheating to me. this is making me question everything ab our intimate life, it makes me feel like it doesnt mean anything to him. idek when and how he has the energy to jerk off because we both have a high sex drive and see each other rly often, so we have LOTS of sex and im never the one to tap out after multiple rounds. its not vanilla either so its not like theres some sort of unfulfilled desire happening, i really do not get it at all, and i am SO unbelievably hurt. i dont know if i can ever move on from this or forgive him, or “help and support and reassure” him as he tries to quit this addiction. it feels like im begging my bf to only have eyes for me. like im support him in his endeavor to stop looking at other naked girls. nothing about it feels right and i dont know what to do. i love him so unbelievably much, but this changes everything, i wish this never happened because i do want to be with him, i just dont know how to, or if i should, now. any and all advice would be appreciated. i am completely undecided on what to do from this point on.
2024.05.15 14:02 kinexxona06 Outcast
[Orbital Observatory Update on Client Species #0458-1, Sol III]
[Priority of message: Urgent Emergency]
[Receiver: Glokknar IV - Galactic Security Council]
[Psionic Encryption to view document is advised]
Last update on humans was 789 cycles ago {25 Earth years ago} and now as of 15/05/2024 in the earth calendar, humans have reached a critical development in forbidden technologies that will trigger a singularity event in less than 150 cycles estimated by current models. A major human organisation under the name OpenAI announced their new {translation error} in cooperation with another organisation, namely Apple. This is most likely to me a forbidden technology and after hours of investigation we found it’s called an “Artificial intelligence” or “AI” for short and now possesses a similar cognitive level to that of a human (significantly more intelligent than an average galactic sapient).
It is important to note that humans’ have a much greater advantage in parallel thinking due to the fact that how their brain is structured and their face recognition is at the high end of the spectrum, because of their social nature. Biologically they’re the only bipedal species and their stance is the most unusual in all across the galaxy. It is theorised by many that they may be the descendants of one of the precursor species and the fact that most of the architecture and technologies or technological path they’ve taken suggests that they are most likely to be the descendants of the Olympians. Critical point to note is that after the Great Galactic Selection War, our ancestors millions of cycles ago never found or knew the exact location of the Olympian homeworld.
It appears that in the last 789 cycles what we observed proved many theories that due to the natural environment humans or olympians have been forced to use inorganic technology and started to bend nature to their will. The humans have built everything on their planet out of stone and metal beginning with from their smallest huts up to the largest cities. The sheer abundance of biological resources meant an absurd amount of biodiversity and an estimated 8.7 million species, but it means most of the biomass is actually CONSUMED by humans only. Yes, they are a predatory species that should be noted late on security assembly. From all animal biomass 6% is wild and the rest is bred by the humans for human consumption on the industrial scale for 8.1 billion humans. The obscene amount of food produced by the humans would be able to sustain 4 of the core worlds, but because of the high calorie required to sustain them it’s questionable whether or not they’ll be able to survive in their own next century.
Yes, they are overpopulated at an absurd level, but now it’s unstoppable, because if they stopped their economy and society would collapse. Life expectancy is through the roof.
Back to the main topic. Forbidden technologies such as AI or anything computer related is widely acknowledged in the galactic community and everyone enforces it, but because Pre-FTL civilizations are protected and have to be left alone and let them develop, but because we discovered the humans much later and the development path they took now they are now in such a late stage that it is unstoppable and may cause an existential safety to the continuation to our glorious Galactic Imperium. We have made a list of potential targets to be eliminated in the human elite who lead these researches. We’ll attach the documents along this report to the Galactic Security Council.
They began to dive into cybernetics related to the brain like the Neuralink chip that had already just a few human weeks prior to this report being successfully able to use a human computer and commercial use is only in a few year's time after approved by authorities. The current uprising that is centred around those ancient cyborgs that have awoken are no match to what these precursor apes are going to be able to pull off if we don’t intervene.
This human year will be significant as they’ll start to settle their moon and what the humans call a “space race” start as the major nationstates or private organisations start to lay claim on all of the unclaimed territory. The Forbidden technology that I want to talk about is AI. Humans are the first ones to ever experiment with real artificial intelligence in the new galactic era from the 4598 species. They had the concept since the earliest days of their civilization in the form of mythologies, books, music and art. A visual entertainment media I advise to the military personnel to watch is the Terminator, where the human AI goes berserk and takes control of their nuclear arsenal and wiping its creators out, (sigh) they have tens of thousands of nuclear warheads too. This planet violates every galactic law in existence.
What worries us here at the observation post about humans is the imminent technological singularity in a very short time and effectiveness of their AIs in researching new cures as an example is horrifying. I advice a full revision of Olympian archives and a military mobilisation to prepare for the great return
[Scientist muttering to each other in background]
People, we are confirming human origins to be Olympians and technosignitures confirmed. Waiting Council response.
Sincerely
Head Observer Ukna'h the Third of Osiris
[Transmission terminated and sent for evaluation]
[Expected response: 2 cycles]
[End transmission]
submitted by kinexxona06 to HFY [link] [comments]
[Priority of message: Urgent Emergency]
[Receiver: Glokknar IV - Galactic Security Council]
[Psionic Encryption to view document is advised]
It is important to note that humans’ have a much greater advantage in parallel thinking due to the fact that how their brain is structured and their face recognition is at the high end of the spectrum, because of their social nature. Biologically they’re the only bipedal species and their stance is the most unusual in all across the galaxy. It is theorised by many that they may be the descendants of one of the precursor species and the fact that most of the architecture and technologies or technological path they’ve taken suggests that they are most likely to be the descendants of the Olympians. Critical point to note is that after the Great Galactic Selection War, our ancestors millions of cycles ago never found or knew the exact location of the Olympian homeworld.
It appears that in the last 789 cycles what we observed proved many theories that due to the natural environment humans or olympians have been forced to use inorganic technology and started to bend nature to their will. The humans have built everything on their planet out of stone and metal beginning with from their smallest huts up to the largest cities. The sheer abundance of biological resources meant an absurd amount of biodiversity and an estimated 8.7 million species, but it means most of the biomass is actually CONSUMED by humans only. Yes, they are a predatory species that should be noted late on security assembly. From all animal biomass 6% is wild and the rest is bred by the humans for human consumption on the industrial scale for 8.1 billion humans. The obscene amount of food produced by the humans would be able to sustain 4 of the core worlds, but because of the high calorie required to sustain them it’s questionable whether or not they’ll be able to survive in their own next century.
Yes, they are overpopulated at an absurd level, but now it’s unstoppable, because if they stopped their economy and society would collapse. Life expectancy is through the roof.
Back to the main topic. Forbidden technologies such as AI or anything computer related is widely acknowledged in the galactic community and everyone enforces it, but because Pre-FTL civilizations are protected and have to be left alone and let them develop, but because we discovered the humans much later and the development path they took now they are now in such a late stage that it is unstoppable and may cause an existential safety to the continuation to our glorious Galactic Imperium. We have made a list of potential targets to be eliminated in the human elite who lead these researches. We’ll attach the documents along this report to the Galactic Security Council.
They began to dive into cybernetics related to the brain like the Neuralink chip that had already just a few human weeks prior to this report being successfully able to use a human computer and commercial use is only in a few year's time after approved by authorities. The current uprising that is centred around those ancient cyborgs that have awoken are no match to what these precursor apes are going to be able to pull off if we don’t intervene.
This human year will be significant as they’ll start to settle their moon and what the humans call a “space race” start as the major nationstates or private organisations start to lay claim on all of the unclaimed territory. The Forbidden technology that I want to talk about is AI. Humans are the first ones to ever experiment with real artificial intelligence in the new galactic era from the 4598 species. They had the concept since the earliest days of their civilization in the form of mythologies, books, music and art. A visual entertainment media I advise to the military personnel to watch is the Terminator, where the human AI goes berserk and takes control of their nuclear arsenal and wiping its creators out, (sigh) they have tens of thousands of nuclear warheads too. This planet violates every galactic law in existence.
What worries us here at the observation post about humans is the imminent technological singularity in a very short time and effectiveness of their AIs in researching new cures as an example is horrifying. I advice a full revision of Olympian archives and a military mobilisation to prepare for the great return
[Scientist muttering to each other in background]
People, we are confirming human origins to be Olympians and technosignitures confirmed. Waiting Council response.
Sincerely
Head Observer Ukna'h the Third of Osiris
[Expected response: 2 cycles]
[End transmission]
2024.05.15 14:02 kitan25 Opinion: In a society that objectifies and undervalues women, motherhood scares me (Salt Lake Tribune)
 | https://preview.redd.it/tpsbt526yk0d1.png?width=658&format=png&auto=webp&s=52c85f1ddb6418a787c92fa472a34b5dc50db754 submitted by kitan25 to childfree [link] [comments] This is especially notable because the author of this article is a Mormon and about to graduate from BYU, the Mormon Church's university. The Mormon Church believes that parenthood is a sacred duty. https://www.sltrib.com/opinion/commentary/2024/05/10/opinion-society-that-objectifies/ Article text: By Caitlin McKinnon For The Salt Lake Tribune May 10, 2024, 8:05 a.m. Motherhood. One the most demanding yet essential duties that billions of women have shouldered since the beginning of time. Yet, in society’s efforts to support this role, many unintended consequences have caused women to deviate from and postpone motherhood. While there are the obvious reasons for delaying children: contraception, education, career plans, there are other reasons why I have been turned off to motherhood for most of my young adult life. Growing up, many of my female role models were stay-at-home mothers. I observed their housekeeping, unconditional support of their husbands, moral contributions to the family and accessibility. I also observed postpartum depression, silent tears, disordered eating, worried nights and a lack of personal time. I admire them so much, but for a long time, motherhood scared me. It’s scary to think that once I become a mother, my body and personhood could be objectified, held hostage by idealized yet unattainable standards and evaluated by my body’s usefulness. Society’s pervasive maternal objectification causes women to self-objectify before they even become mothers. As I reflected on this disconnect between how society encourages motherhood while simultaneously undervaluing the individual women in these roles, I was reminded of “the Madonna-whore complex.” This term, first coined by Sigmund Freud to support his Oedipal theories, describes a phenomenon that still permeates our societal views of gender. Originally meant to dichotomize female characteristics and sexuality into two parts, Madonna and whore, it is now a belief that perpetuates patriarchal oppression. Madonna refers to chaste, virtuous and motherly traits, while whore refers to promiscuous, easy and hypersexual traits. This has influenced how most men and women have internalized women’s bodies and purposes. Women are often expected to fulfill roles and expectations that benefit men. When women are objectified, they are only seen in the role they are placed in. Society’s obsession with women’s bodies and agency is overtly seen in the sexualization of women, particularly in media. Maternal objectification is when women are seen as a literal object, a “human incubator” or “womb for rent,” and are “treated as bodies that exist for the use or consumption of others, stripped of their individuality and personality.” Motherhood, though extremely necessary and remarkable, is undervalued. This contributes to objectification since it celebrates women for their body’s usefulness and dismisses the broad range of women’s experiences. Once a woman becomes and shows she is pregnant, there is a cultural invitation to maternally objectify the woman’s body and identity. A recent systematic review of 23 studies on the objectification of motherhood found patterns of objectification at the hands of others and oneself. By others, many women experience a loss of autonomy especially with nonconsensual belly-touching, comments about one’s weight and appearance, and frequent questioning about when they’ll have another baby. One may cause self-objectification by adopting an outsider’s “perspective on one’s body and value.” Self-objectifying causes a disconnect between an individual and their body and correlates with postpartum depression, disordered eating, body shame, negative beliefs about breastfeeding and fear of childbirth. Even those who do not have children may start to self-objectify their body, forsaking personal identity for societal utility. What are the consequences of maternal objectification? Women are not seen as individuals and are treated as flattened caricatures labeled as “mother.” When I was in first-grade filling out a Mother’s Day card for my mom, I was asked what her favorite thing to do was. I put “folding laundry.” It was not until I grew up that I realized how little I actually knew about my mom as a person. On top of stripping women of their unique personalities, maternal objectification also leads to isolation as some women may feel like their efforts are not enough or they do not meet the traditional stay-at-home image. This is detrimental for women as they contemplate motherhood, are in the thick of it or interact with other mothers. So what can be done? Dr. Julie Hanks gave a TedTalk reframing motherhood from a role to a relationship. A central principle for this shift is valuing women in all their responsibilities and achievements, whether that includes motherhood or not, instead of idealizing motherhood as a role. In regards to self-objectification, women should see motherhood as a relationship, an opportunity to connect. Another way to move away from maternal objectification is to recognize women as multi-dimensional. If mothers rely on all aspects of their identity in their endeavors, not only does their personhood remain intact but the idea of motherhood is expanded. Women can set themselves free from the false narrative that motherhood needs to be perfect. Forcing women in the Madonna-whore binary perpetuates objectification and causes harm. Let us stop labeling and reducing mothers to a role when they are so much more than that. Caitlin McKinnon is a graduating senior with a bachelor of science in psychology from Brigham Young University. |
2024.05.15 14:02 Icy-Belt4970 AITA for dumping my bf when I was a college student
I'm a M20 and this was a hard topic I need to get this off my chest.
Back in 2021 when I was a college student I met this guy call let's say "Timmy" my mates was trying to get me and Timmy together Timmy is a M16 I was M17 back then.
We started dating in November the 24th 2021 it was amazing for 3 months but then he started to be an ass to me told me to help him with his situation and I did but at the end he didn't even asked to help me out with my situation.
He wanted me to spend my pocket money on him he has hissy fits if I don't treat him with gifts.
Forward to March 2022 it was my 18th birthday family comes over and then "Timmy" show up I told him to leave at 1pm so my family can come over to spend time with me but he didn't so he decided to go to my own parent's and say "I got told that I should be leaving at 1pm" but my parents asked me he can stay a while-(let's get this straight he has been controlling me to do things and forced me to kiss him even I didn't wanna do)
I was so uncomfortable when Timmy stayed he played innocent all day on my birthday then out of nowhere he said "so are you and you're parents coming down tomorrow to meet my family"
As always my parents said yes Tomorrow comes we went to a pub to meet Timmy's parent's The music was way to loud and I wasn't a outside person but he kept on getting my hands and put it on his shoulder even though I didn't want to.
For few more months later in May I had enough of Timmy so I dumped him then decided to be a drama queen and got all of my mates at college against me and why I shouldn't have dumped him he was too clingy and lazy he only cares about himself but no one else. Then on the same day I got back with him....oh boy I was stupid I should have dumped him.
This part is a bit thunder bolt
In my summer holidays Timmy non stop texting me that I should meet up and I told him I have other plans 5 minutes later he messaged me that he was coming over to give me my plushie that he got for me I wasn't in the mood to see him at all I just wanted to spend time with my family in my summer holidays Then 4 days later I did see him and spend time with him..
A month later in August I had enough before I dumped him on the 24th it was our 10 months anniversary being together then I got intell about he was talking to another guy and that's when I found out he was actually cheating on me before I dumped him
I dumped his ass..but it got even worse In September Timmy wanted revenge and spread two fake rumors about me one of them was I apparently called one of my friend a slu# but I haven't and I knew I don't say those things to anyone of my friends.
Timmy made my life miserable at college he even got his mates to bully me and turn all of my new friends and my closet friends against me.
I also forgot to mention he emotional blackmail me when I was still with him.
He kept on bullying me so I told all the teachers about the situation and they are going to deal with it.
Fast forward in 2023 Timmy and his mates has been trying to follow me where I was going. Then when I finally finished college Timmy has been cyber bullying me for two years
And now 2024 I found out he still has feelings for me I told him "I don't have anything feelings for you anymore"
AITA?
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Back in 2021 when I was a college student I met this guy call let's say "Timmy" my mates was trying to get me and Timmy together Timmy is a M16 I was M17 back then.
We started dating in November the 24th 2021 it was amazing for 3 months but then he started to be an ass to me told me to help him with his situation and I did but at the end he didn't even asked to help me out with my situation.
He wanted me to spend my pocket money on him he has hissy fits if I don't treat him with gifts.
Forward to March 2022 it was my 18th birthday family comes over and then "Timmy" show up I told him to leave at 1pm so my family can come over to spend time with me but he didn't so he decided to go to my own parent's and say "I got told that I should be leaving at 1pm" but my parents asked me he can stay a while-(let's get this straight he has been controlling me to do things and forced me to kiss him even I didn't wanna do)
I was so uncomfortable when Timmy stayed he played innocent all day on my birthday then out of nowhere he said "so are you and you're parents coming down tomorrow to meet my family"
As always my parents said yes Tomorrow comes we went to a pub to meet Timmy's parent's The music was way to loud and I wasn't a outside person but he kept on getting my hands and put it on his shoulder even though I didn't want to.
For few more months later in May I had enough of Timmy so I dumped him then decided to be a drama queen and got all of my mates at college against me and why I shouldn't have dumped him he was too clingy and lazy he only cares about himself but no one else. Then on the same day I got back with him....oh boy I was stupid I should have dumped him.
This part is a bit thunder bolt
In my summer holidays Timmy non stop texting me that I should meet up and I told him I have other plans 5 minutes later he messaged me that he was coming over to give me my plushie that he got for me I wasn't in the mood to see him at all I just wanted to spend time with my family in my summer holidays Then 4 days later I did see him and spend time with him..
A month later in August I had enough before I dumped him on the 24th it was our 10 months anniversary being together then I got intell about he was talking to another guy and that's when I found out he was actually cheating on me before I dumped him
I dumped his ass..but it got even worse In September Timmy wanted revenge and spread two fake rumors about me one of them was I apparently called one of my friend a slu# but I haven't and I knew I don't say those things to anyone of my friends.
Timmy made my life miserable at college he even got his mates to bully me and turn all of my new friends and my closet friends against me.
I also forgot to mention he emotional blackmail me when I was still with him.
He kept on bullying me so I told all the teachers about the situation and they are going to deal with it.
Fast forward in 2023 Timmy and his mates has been trying to follow me where I was going. Then when I finally finished college Timmy has been cyber bullying me for two years
And now 2024 I found out he still has feelings for me I told him "I don't have anything feelings for you anymore"
AITA?
2024.05.15 14:02 drchitra What are the most common types of gynecologist surgeries?
Gynecologists perform various surgical procedures to diagnose, treat, and manage a wide range of gynecological conditions. Some of the most common types of gynecological surgeries include:
1. Hysterectomy : This surgical procedure involves the removal of the uterus. It may be performed for various reasons including uterine fibroids, endometriosis, abnormal uterine bleeding, pelvic pain, or certain types of cancer.
2. Oophorectomy : An oophorectomy is the surgical removal of one or both ovaries. It may be performed as part of a hysterectomy or as a standalone procedure to treat conditions such as ovarian cysts, endometriosis, or ovarian cancer.
3. Salpingectomy : This surgical procedure involves the removal of one or both fallopian tubes. It may be performed to treat conditions such as ectopic pregnancy, tubal ligation for permanent contraception, or to reduce the risk of ovarian cancer.
4. Myomectomy : A myomectomy is the surgical removal of uterine fibroids while preserving the uterus. It is often performed for women who wish to retain their fertility or who prefer not to undergo a hysterectomy.
5. Endometrial Ablation : Endometrial ablation is a minimally invasive procedure that involves the destruction or removal of the endometrial lining of the uterus. It is used to treat heavy menstrual bleeding in women who do not plan to have children in the future.
6. Cervical Conization : Also known as a cone biopsy, cervical conization involves the removal of a cone-shaped piece of tissue from the cervix. It may be performed to diagnose or treat cervical dysplasia or cervical cancer.
7. Pelvic Organ Prolapse Surgery : Pelvic organ prolapse occurs when the pelvic organs, such as the bladder, uterus, or rectum, bulge into the vaginal canal due to weakened pelvic floor muscles. Surgical procedures such as pelvic reconstructive surgery or vaginal mesh placement may be performed to repair the pelvic floor and support the organs.
8. Laparoscopic Surgery : Laparoscopic or minimally invasive surgery involves the use of small incisions and specialized instruments to perform surgical procedures such as hysterectomy, myomectomy, ovarian cystectomy, or treatment of endometriosis.
9. Tubal Ligation : Also known as "tying the tubes," tubal ligation is a surgical procedure for permanent contraception in women. It involves blocking, sealing, or cutting the fallopian tubes to prevent eggs from traveling from the ovaries to the uterus.
These are just a few examples of the many gynecological surgeries that may be performed by gynecologists to address various reproductive health issues. The specific type of surgery recommended will depend on the individual's condition, medical history, and treatment goals.
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1. Hysterectomy : This surgical procedure involves the removal of the uterus. It may be performed for various reasons including uterine fibroids, endometriosis, abnormal uterine bleeding, pelvic pain, or certain types of cancer.
2. Oophorectomy : An oophorectomy is the surgical removal of one or both ovaries. It may be performed as part of a hysterectomy or as a standalone procedure to treat conditions such as ovarian cysts, endometriosis, or ovarian cancer.
3. Salpingectomy : This surgical procedure involves the removal of one or both fallopian tubes. It may be performed to treat conditions such as ectopic pregnancy, tubal ligation for permanent contraception, or to reduce the risk of ovarian cancer.
4. Myomectomy : A myomectomy is the surgical removal of uterine fibroids while preserving the uterus. It is often performed for women who wish to retain their fertility or who prefer not to undergo a hysterectomy.
5. Endometrial Ablation : Endometrial ablation is a minimally invasive procedure that involves the destruction or removal of the endometrial lining of the uterus. It is used to treat heavy menstrual bleeding in women who do not plan to have children in the future.
6. Cervical Conization : Also known as a cone biopsy, cervical conization involves the removal of a cone-shaped piece of tissue from the cervix. It may be performed to diagnose or treat cervical dysplasia or cervical cancer.
7. Pelvic Organ Prolapse Surgery : Pelvic organ prolapse occurs when the pelvic organs, such as the bladder, uterus, or rectum, bulge into the vaginal canal due to weakened pelvic floor muscles. Surgical procedures such as pelvic reconstructive surgery or vaginal mesh placement may be performed to repair the pelvic floor and support the organs.
8. Laparoscopic Surgery : Laparoscopic or minimally invasive surgery involves the use of small incisions and specialized instruments to perform surgical procedures such as hysterectomy, myomectomy, ovarian cystectomy, or treatment of endometriosis.
9. Tubal Ligation : Also known as "tying the tubes," tubal ligation is a surgical procedure for permanent contraception in women. It involves blocking, sealing, or cutting the fallopian tubes to prevent eggs from traveling from the ovaries to the uterus.
These are just a few examples of the many gynecological surgeries that may be performed by gynecologists to address various reproductive health issues. The specific type of surgery recommended will depend on the individual's condition, medical history, and treatment goals.
2024.05.15 14:02 ChronicComicObssess Prompt Competition #41
Happy May/June! In honor of the upcoming Pride month, we'll be having a Pride themed comp!
As always, we'll give you a little scenario or a line of dialogue to get you started on a one-shot, and then let your imagination run wild! To enter, upload the fic to AO3 and link it in the comments on this post.
Rules:
Deadline: (June 19, 2024 at midnight GMT)
The winner will be determined by a poll vote after the deadline has passed. Feel free to encourage your readers to vote for yours!
The main thing to remember is that this is just a bit of fun. The winner will receive glory(!) and a ⭐️ in their user flair, because we’re just lowly mods and we can’t afford a cash prize.
Be as creative as you like, and enjoy it!
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As always, we'll give you a little scenario or a line of dialogue to get you started on a one-shot, and then let your imagination run wild! To enter, upload the fic to AO3 and link it in the comments on this post.
Rules:
- Must be uploaded to AO3 and linked in these comments by the deadline.
- Soft limit of 7.5k words (we won’t squabble over a sentence or two extra).
- Author’s note should be attached at the beginning, must include - “Monthly prompt competition from on Reddit.”
- One-shots only. If you wish to continue your story, please do so after the next prompt has been posted.
- Must not be a one-shot you’ve previously posted that happens to fit the bill.
Deadline: (June 19, 2024 at midnight GMT)
The winner will be determined by a poll vote after the deadline has passed. Feel free to encourage your readers to vote for yours!
The main thing to remember is that this is just a bit of fun. The winner will receive glory(!) and a ⭐️ in their user flair, because we’re just lowly mods and we can’t afford a cash prize.
Be as creative as you like, and enjoy it!
2024.05.15 14:01 AdIcy4881 Another family doesn't believe how badly I was abused. Here we go again...
TLDR: my MIL doesn't believe me about my childhood trauma, just like my own mom years ago.
I (F27) stopped talking to my father 3 years ago. He used to abuse me when I was little, and the abuse was both mental and physical: yelling, manipulating, guilt tripping, comparing to other kids, pulling me by my hair across the floor, smearing a plate of food into my face, shaking me by my shoulders. (He's never had problems with alcohol, he did it while sober.)
He never got caught because he was a good manipulator - saying to my mother "she's making it all up!" was enough for her to get mad at me too - for "saying bad things about dad". (She eventually believed me and divorced him because he started acting the same way towards her too.)
When I attended therapy in my teens, I first realised that I was never to blame for his behaviour. Then, it took some years to break the contact with him completely: I moved away from my hometown and gradually stopped visiting the house until 3 years ago, I visisted him for the very last time.
That time was the absolute last straw for me, because he'd turned into a different kind of manipulator - faking tears and even a heart attack to get my attention and pity (he "fainted", holding his hand on the heart area, and when he realised I was calling 911, he casually got up saying "no no, that's not necessary", and walked away). Also, not a single attempt to apologise - only playing the victim.
Meanwhile, I met the love of my life, and he has a truly loving family. They treat me like their own daughter and I couldn't be more grateful for that.
I and my MIL have had some deeper talks about tough topics, that including my childhood. I've revealed to her that my father has been an abusive manipulator.
Recently though, I had plans in my hometown, which I visited right after visiting my in-laws. When I was telling my MIL that I have to run some errands in my hometown, she said "will you be visiting your dad too?", and when I said no, her tone switched to a slightly judging one, "but [my name], cmon, stop it. You should."
I feel like she can't fathom the amounts of abuse. I also feel she also thinks I'm exaggerating it, just like my mom thought back then. And this is like salt in my old wound.
These people have a young relative (toddler), whom they love a lot and truly care about. They could never ever, ever forgive anyone who hurt this little human being - but when I've been physically hurt back when I was a toddler too, it's "cmon stop it, you should visit your abuser".
I know she talks like that only because she genuinely doesn't understand the seriousness of my past situation, but gosh, it stings like a knife. It's like other kids need to be loved and protected, but the little me could be literally pulled by her hair across the floor, and now I "should just forget it and visit dad 😊". My father doesn't desrerve to be visited, he's sick in the head and due to him, I'm still fighting childhood trauma. If anyone did anything close to that to their little relative, the abuser would face serious consequences IMMEDIATELY.
I wish they understood it.
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I (F27) stopped talking to my father 3 years ago. He used to abuse me when I was little, and the abuse was both mental and physical: yelling, manipulating, guilt tripping, comparing to other kids, pulling me by my hair across the floor, smearing a plate of food into my face, shaking me by my shoulders. (He's never had problems with alcohol, he did it while sober.)
He never got caught because he was a good manipulator - saying to my mother "she's making it all up!" was enough for her to get mad at me too - for "saying bad things about dad". (She eventually believed me and divorced him because he started acting the same way towards her too.)
When I attended therapy in my teens, I first realised that I was never to blame for his behaviour. Then, it took some years to break the contact with him completely: I moved away from my hometown and gradually stopped visiting the house until 3 years ago, I visisted him for the very last time.
That time was the absolute last straw for me, because he'd turned into a different kind of manipulator - faking tears and even a heart attack to get my attention and pity (he "fainted", holding his hand on the heart area, and when he realised I was calling 911, he casually got up saying "no no, that's not necessary", and walked away). Also, not a single attempt to apologise - only playing the victim.
Meanwhile, I met the love of my life, and he has a truly loving family. They treat me like their own daughter and I couldn't be more grateful for that.
I and my MIL have had some deeper talks about tough topics, that including my childhood. I've revealed to her that my father has been an abusive manipulator.
Recently though, I had plans in my hometown, which I visited right after visiting my in-laws. When I was telling my MIL that I have to run some errands in my hometown, she said "will you be visiting your dad too?", and when I said no, her tone switched to a slightly judging one, "but [my name], cmon, stop it. You should."
I feel like she can't fathom the amounts of abuse. I also feel she also thinks I'm exaggerating it, just like my mom thought back then. And this is like salt in my old wound.
These people have a young relative (toddler), whom they love a lot and truly care about. They could never ever, ever forgive anyone who hurt this little human being - but when I've been physically hurt back when I was a toddler too, it's "cmon stop it, you should visit your abuser".
I know she talks like that only because she genuinely doesn't understand the seriousness of my past situation, but gosh, it stings like a knife. It's like other kids need to be loved and protected, but the little me could be literally pulled by her hair across the floor, and now I "should just forget it and visit dad 😊". My father doesn't desrerve to be visited, he's sick in the head and due to him, I'm still fighting childhood trauma. If anyone did anything close to that to their little relative, the abuser would face serious consequences IMMEDIATELY.
I wish they understood it.
2024.05.15 14:00 PenguinGreat Ranking how attractive every Nikke I have is
 | I'm very much expecting to be roasted for my great taste. Do your worst. submitted by PenguinGreat to NikkeMobile [link] [comments] I've been playing for nearly six months. Many of the characters I've really come to really enjoy. So, I wanted to go through each Nikke I have pulled and discuss how attractive they are. Attraction has two big components for me, how physical attractive they are and how attractive their personality is. I will refer to these as "beauty" and "personality" I will rank both on a 1-10 scale and combine for a total score. Note that I will only be reviewing Nikkes that I have pulled. Hard for me to review characters I don't know very well. Tier list for summary: https://preview.redd.it/ft83lqeexk0d1.jpg?width=727&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=752266e0bfbd061811f1147dd0223425bf5ca83b Let's start with the top tier "Spend the rest of my life with". These are the best of the best and most attractive girls with scores 18.5 and up. Rapi Beauty - 10/10 Personality - 10/10 Total score - 20/20 Starting with best girl Rapi. The only girl I give a perfect score to in both categories. She's the poster girl for the game for a reason. Just so beautiful and adorable. Just a great design and outfit. Love her cute cap especially. In terms of personality, she also knocks it out of the park. I have a big weakness for characters that appear cold on the outside but are actually just softies. Rapi pulls this off perfectly. I also really enjoy characters that are really disciplined and loyal to what they believe in. I also really enjoy the "straight man" role she plays with Anis and Neon's antics. Marciana Beauty - 10/10 Personality - 9.5/10 Total score - 19.5/20 Maybe it's the tight white pants, maybe it's the midriff, maybe it's the fact that she looks like a hot teacher I had when I was 14 but I think Marciana has one of the most attractive appearances of any Nikke. She has a great demenor and I will always have a love for dark haired girls. Her personality is also fantastic. I love her stern and cold appearance on first viewing. Much like Rapi, I just love a girl who is tough on the outside but a big softy on the inside. She was extremely adorable in her bond story and I loved seeing that other side of her you may not expect. D Beauty - 10/10 Personality - 9/10 Total score - 19/20 There is no more attractive combo than black hair + red eyes. This combo will kill me every time I see it. Now I liked D before, but once she got her new SSR she rocketed up my beauty rankings. She is the most attractive looking girl in all of Nikke without a doubt. Her black dress is to die for. Plus she reminds me a bit of Yor Forger which is always a good thing. As you can probably tell from above, I really love girls who seem really cold and rigid. I feel D may not show her soft side as much as Marciana or Rapi but the odd time it does come it is absolutely adorable. I also really appreciate her strong discipline and wanting to get her job done and do it correctly. Maxwell Beauty - 10/10 Personality - 8.5/10 Total score - 18.5/20 Maxwell marks the last Nikke in my ranking to receive a 10 for beauty, and she absolutely deserves it. Every part of Maxwell is just amazing to look at. Her toned abs are the highlight for me as I really love an athletic girl, as well as having my ideal chest size. She's free to examine me as much as she wants. Not to mention her design is also extremely adorable and I love the little cap she has on. Her personality also does quite well for me. I really enjoy the straight man role she has with her quirky teammates. A valuable role to have as it is needed to keep them in check and to not go overboard. Blanc Beauty - 9.5/10 Personality - 9/10 Total score - 18.5/20 Ah the bunny girls, of course Blanc's beauty will be high! Blanc is absolutely adorable! The white skin, hair, and suit mixing with those beautiful yellow eyes is truly breathtaking. The adorable collar and tie she has is amazing as well. My favourite part of her whole design has to be the little fang she has. It just destroys me. I really love how outgoing, extraverted, and friendly she is. This side of her does really well playing off Noir and giving them a fun dynamic in how opposite they are in many way. Someone just very enjoyable that I would love to see on my screen at any time. That concludes our top tier and my top 5. Next we will go to the still great but "Near perfection". This includes scores of 17-18. Privaty Beauty - 9/10 Personality - 9/10 Total score - 18/20 Privaty is super adorable. She has my favourite blush out of any girl in the game. Also love her adorable twintails, sexy yellow eyes, and her larger than sometimes expected chest. Her maid SSR is fantastic and really helps show off her adorableness and her assets. I adore tsunderes and Privaty does it perfectly. She would be so fun to tease as you would always get a great reaction. Like stated previously, I really love a girl who seems rigid at first but actually really cares. Diesel Beauty - 8.5/10 Personality - 9/10 Total score - 17.5/20 Diesel is really pretty and quite beautiful. Her conductor outfit is very cute and fits her very well. Her smile is always a joy to see and should always be protected. I adore how sweet she is. Someone who you just want to see keep smiling and never frown. I really enjoy her because she is just a joy to be around. Even in her sader moments, it is still great to see her be able to move on and keep a smile. Crown Beauty - 8.5/10 Personality - 8.5/10 Total score - 17/20 Crown is very elegant and beautiful. I love the dignified aura her design holds. Her outfit is great too, as it really does well in both showing her curves but still giving her a regal and professional feel. I think Crown is hilarious with how she can often mess up basic words and concepts. Otherwise, I really love how disciplined she is and how dedicated she is to being a leader. Rosanna Beauty - 9.5/10 Personality - 7.5/10 Total score - 17/20 Rosanna has a fantastic design. Split white/black hair is great and man those eyes are killer. Her outfit is also fantastic. The mafia boss style is cool and sexy, and she has great midriff and cleavage that are very alluring. Don't even get me started on those thigh high boots. Her personality is also good, even if not as great as who I have mentioned before. I love how forward she is with what she wants. Just straight up telling the commander she wants to hook up in her bond story was awesome. I also love how protective she can really get. Exia Beauty - 8/10 Personality - 9/10 Total score - 17/20 Exia is such a cutie. The oversized shirt is adorable and oddly quite sexy. The messy hair, dazed look in her eyes, and exposed thighs are also really good. I'd love to waste the rest of my life playing video games with Exia. Just waste away from responsibilities and society by just playing games. This is the ideal scenario in my mind. Isabel Beauty - 8/10 Personality - 9/10 Total score - 17/20 Isabel has a killer body and a very kissable face. I really love her beautiful long purple hair and how it blends with her beautiful eyes and outfit so well. Yanderes are always fantastic. Isabel can lock me in her house and throw away the key for all I care. She just needs some love and to have a stable happy family in her life (I mean I don't know how stable of a life you could have with Isabel but at least we have similar life goals). Those are the 6 in my second tier. Next we have the "Beautiful" tier for those scoring between 15-16.5. Rapunzel Beauty - 8.5/10 Personality - 8/10 Total score - 16.5/20 I'm not normally into the whole nun thing and I'm also not typically into blondes but Rapunzel is so gorgeous that I overlook that. She has a very lovely smile and a very alluring outfit that shows her great proportions very nicely. Her normally holy design and behaviour being taken over by her dirty thoughts is always funny too see. She reminds me a bit of Darkness from Konosuba in that way. With the impure thoughts just constantly invading her mind. Mihara Beauty - 8/10 Personality - 8/10 Total score - 16/20 Mihara really activated something in me that I didn't know I had. Her outfit is quite lewd but also very attractive. The black goes really well with her lovely black hair. You can really tell she mean business. Masochism is great, right? I definitely like giving pain rather than receiving so this works for me. Not to mention that I really like her voice. Goes right through my ears and into my brain. Noir Beauty - 7.5/10 Personality - 7.5/10 Total score - 15/20 The 2nd best of the bunnies, she is good but not nearly as good as Blanc. She has quite the attractive appearance but I feel her chest is a bit too large for what I normally like in a girl. Otherwise the black bunny suit is really great. Personality also isn't as good as blank. I don't tend to enjoy someone who is overly shy and reserved. I do appreciate how kind and caring she is and how she is trying to improve. Yuhla Beauty - 7.5/10 Personality - 7.5/10 Total score - 15/20 Yuhla's design overall is very good but it is her sharp teeth that appeal to me most. Something about them is just very attractive and suits her quite well. Not to mention her outfit gives her great midriff and even shows off some cool scarring. I really appreciate hard workers and while she doesn't have the most friendly personality, she still wins me over with how spicy she got in her bond story. That ends this tier of characters. Next we start to fall off a bit with the "Almost good" tier. This tier has scores from 13.5-14.5. Helm Beauty - 7/10 Personality - 7.5/10 Total score - 14.5/20 On paper Helm's design should by a 10/10 for me. The outfit, the hair, the thick thighs all really appeals to me. Just something about her feels a bit... off? Maybe it is her posture and how she is a bit hunched over that makes it look odd to me. Still overall I like her design but I just feel it is not as good as it should be. I really appreciate how disciplined she is. Anytime a girl has strong discipline and loyalty she will really appeal to me. Other than that she is a little bit boring. I remember her bond story being a bit meh. Naga Beauty - 8/10 Personality - 6.5/10 Total score - 14.5/20 Naga has a great design. Schoolgirl outfit is very cute and the unbuttoned top and short teasing skirt are very alluring. I really like her hairstyle with one of her eyes being covered by her hair. Naga's personality doesn't quite hit for me. I like how she tends to act more on the mature side but in reality I just found her to be really really boring most of the time. A few times she was good but it wasn't often enough for me to give a higher score. Noise Beauty - 7.5/10 Personality - 6.5/10 Total score - 14/20 Noise is another girl with a very attractive design. It is really good all around and I can see how people would really like her, but for me it is good rather than great. I'm not a big fan of the blonde she has in her hair. If her hair was all dark I think it would look better. Her personality is very bland. On paper I like the idea of a one hit wonder trying to get another hit but Noise just doesn't have the personality to get me invested. No an awful one but not great either. Mast Beauty - 8.5/10 Personality - 5/10 Total score - 13.5/20 Mast has a great design. Very sexy and very cute. Reminds me a bit of Marine from Hololive. The twintails are super cute and the fang is fantastic. For personality, I haven't done her bond story yet so I don't know it too well. Her ranking may change when I play it. For now I think a 5 is fair as from what I have seen, she seems average. This ends the first half of tiers. Now we start getting into those I don't like. Next is the "Average at best. Bad at worst". Scores will be 11-13. Quiry Beauty - 7/10 Personality - 6/10 Total score - 13/20 Quiry is very cute and I really like her outfit. One major drawback of her is that I am not a huge fan of pink hair. Otherwise the design is pretty solid all around. I don't know too much about her as I haven't done her bond story but I do like her quirk of having poor eyesight. Cute and endearing but I just don't know her well enough. Soda Beauty - 7/10 Personality - 6/10 Total score - 13/20 Soda has two very big reasons to like her design. The thing holding her design back for me is that her head just looks empty. Like just a blank face with no other thoughts behind it. Normally I like a smile but she looks less dumb without one. Her personality is a bit annoying. I like a bit of clumsiness but hers just is way too much. Really brings down her score for me. Otherwise she seems cute and kind. Julia Beauty - 7.5/10 Personality - 4.5/10 Total score - 12/20 If there was an award for most forgettable SSR, I would give it to Julia. I completely keep forgetting she exists even tho I do really like her design. It is very beautiful and elegant. I really like the violin as well. Maybe because I haven't done her bond story but what I have seen just seems really boring to me. As I learn more about her, she may go up but for now I can only give a 4.5. Yuni Beauty - 5.5/10 Personality - 6/10 Total score - 11.5/20 Yuni's design doesn't hit super hard for me. A bit too small in stature for my personal preference but she is quite cute. Plus again not huge on pink hair in general. I don't like receiving pain (at least not physical) so that relly does turn me away from her a bit. Otherwise she is cute enough but not my cup of tea. Anis Beauty - 6/10 Personality - 5.5/10 Total score - 11.5/20 Now I know some won't be happy with this one. Anis is very ok but is 100% overrated. She is quite cute but she really doesn't live up to the hype that some people give her. I do like her hat a lot tho. For personality she can be annoying at times. She can be funny but for the most part I think a lot of her jokes fall flat. This ends the average tier. Now we can get into girl I don't like in the "Why do people like them?" tier. This has scores between 5-10. Brid Beauty - 5/10 Personality - 5/10 Total score - 10/20 I know Brid has 2 big reasons that people like her, but for me they are a bit too big and I don't really like anything else she has going for her. Not huge on the hair even tho I am normally a big fan of white hair. Personality is a bit boring. I like how she is a hard worker but she really puts me to sleep. Delta Beauty - 5/10 Personality - 5/10 Total score - 10/20 Very meh design. Not a fan of the hair, or the army gear. If she wore the sunglasses rather than having them on her forehead, it would improve my opinion. Personality is just plain boring. I appreciate discipline but I would rather watch paint dry. I have heard she give something at the end of her bond story tho... but not enough to redeem her. Alice Beauty - 4/10 Personality - 4.5/10 Total score - 8.5/20 Way too much pink on her. The pink jumpsuit I could live with but the pink hair just makes it a bit too much for me. With a different hair colour or different outfit colour she may appeal more to me. I thought she was cute at first but got really annoying quickly. Her voice also just begged the heck out of me and made me want to put the game down. Tia Beauty - 4/10 Personality - 4/10 Total score - 8/20 I don't really like her design. Schoolgirl is normally really good but hers just isn't appealing. Not a fan of the haircut and the look on her face has always bugged me a bit. She is very annoying. Like really she just gets on all my nerves. Not even sure why but she just really grates on me. Neon Beauty - 4/10 Personality - 3.5/10 Total score - 7.5/20 Neon is easily the worst Counters member. I wish it had been someone else. Exia I think would have been a good choice. Her design really doesn't do much for me. I usually like hats but hers I always thought looked really bad on her. Needs a change of outfit and to actually face the camera. Her personality is very annoying as well. Feels like she is so one note for someone who is a main character. Just talking about firepower and not a ton else. Just in the game way too much. Rupee Beauty - 3.5/10 Personality - 4/10 Total score - 7.5/20 Honestly I think she is kind of ugly. The big smile makes her looks super dumb and a bit like a bimbo. That's just what I get from her design. Don't find her attractive at all. Her personality also seems really annoying and was making me roll my eyes when she's on screen. That is the end of this tier. I know I have made some enemies for these placements. The next tier is the "Pass" tier. I'm not going to go through each girl here as they are all ones I just don't have an interest in. Most because the design just looks too young for me and I don't want to talk about their attraction level. There are some however who I really like the characters of. For example, Liter is great and I'd love to complain about the youth with her. Soline is also special to me as she was the first Nikke I pulled. The final tier is the "Extremely attractive but I hate them as characters so I wouldn't go close to them". These are the worst offenders of all. Characters who have the design but just awful personality. Sin Beauty - 9/10 Personality - -5/10 Total score - 4/20 Sin is insanely hot. A top 10 design in the game IMO. The yogo pants are wild and I really think the mask looks good on her. Here is the problem. I HATE manipulative women. Nothing is more aggravating and a bigger turn away than someone manipulative. Taking advantage of someone's kindness like that is just cruel and evil (and not evil in the sexy way). I just can't like someone like that. Viper Beauty - 9.5/10 Personality - -7/10 Total score - 2.5/20 Viper is even a worse case. She was the reason I started playing the game in the first place. My disappointment when she turned out to be manipulative and cruel just upset me greatly. A great design wasted on garbage. Crow Beauty - 8.5/10 Personality - -8/10 Total score - 0.5/20 I hate Crow. She has a great design that is attractive but I really hate her. I don't want to explain further because of spoiler reasons but she is everything I hate in a character and personality. This concludes all the Nikke girls I have and how attractive I find them. So, how's my taste? |
2024.05.15 14:00 bitter_lemonsqueezer It might just be my anxiety at a peak or a man.
Lately I have been seeing one of my coworkers for about a month or so. We chat regularly on a daily basis and this man is seducing me without realizing it. His work ethic is so attractive, he is a genuinely good guy, his love for his family is immense, due to his PR background probably, he is a yummy man both inside and out. I'm not trying to force things and go with the flow of everything. My anxiety with him is high because I'm nervous to fuck this good thing up. Recently we exchanged more info on how we view this fwb relationship. He said "I'm am more than just a wet tight cum dumpster." And afterwards he was like am I just a piece of dick to you? I don't want to get my hopes up but as a guy, how would you treat your hook-up buddy if you were interested into them?
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2024.05.15 13:58 Green_Elephant_6850 AITA for Distancing Myself From My Unsupportive Aunt
I am close with my Dad, Mom, Sister, and Nieces and currently live 145 miles from them.
Background:
My Dad (mid-70s) started showing signs of cognitive decline around 2013. He was diagnosed with Alzheimers in 2018. I confided in his sister, "A", about his diagnosis, prognosis and test results. "A" sent an e-mail to extended family (Aunts, Uncles, etc.) Advising everyone of my Dad's diagnosis, prognosis, and test results. "A" and I explicitly discussed that his diagnosis, etc. was not to be shared. I distanced myself from "A" as a result of her actions.
We moved my Dad into Assisted Living in 2021. He no longer knows or recognizes my Mom, Sister, and I. Processing everything is a heartbreaking cycle. The grief journey is so difficult - he's still alive, but he's not the person I knew as my Dad. He no longer communicates with us and pretends to be asleep when we visit. While it's hard to see him do that, I know it's not who he is. I miss him more than I'll ever be able to articulate.
As time passed, I forgave "A", but the relationship wasn't the same. I held back from sharing anything with "A".
In 2022, my Mom (early 70s), began having health issues - she became forgetful, depressed, tempermental, falling asleep on the toilet, falling asleep when eating, and was not sleeping at night. On multiple occasions we found her asleep in her car on the driveway with the engine running after her errands. (She no longer drives.)
Mom's decline has, unfortunately, been rapid. In 2023, she was diagnosed with a rare Auto Immune Disorder that had recently been discovered/identified/named. There is not much information about her Disorder and effective treatment options. The disorder is poorly understood, most neurologists haven't treated patients with it.
I spent a weekend visiting Mom in 2023. Mom was having trouble speaking, walking, sleeping, choking when eating, sleeping on the toilet, and doing minor tasks. I took her to the ER where, in addition to her Auto Immune Disorder, it was identified that she had had multiple strokes. I was crushed.
On my drive back home, "A" called and asked about my weekend with family. I began sobbing and had to pull over. I am losing both of my parents at the same time - it's heartbreaking, devastating, hard to process and make it my "new normal".
"A" asked why I was so upset, and I told "A" that my Mom had suffered multiple strokes, I wasn't processing (or coping well) and how much it hurts to know you're losing both of your parents at the same time.
"A's" reaction was to laugh. Hysterically. I plead with her that this was by no means funny - this is serious. Both of my parents are in rapid declines. "A" could not stop laughing the entire time. I understand laughter is sometimes a reaction to bad news, but this hit different.
An hour after I got home, I called "A" to tell her that I was hurt by her reaction. This is not a laughing matter - it never will be - this is serious. I no longer had/have one functional parent. I am losing both of them, together. I reiterated that I was really hurt by her actions. "A" continued to laugh the duration of my call. I ended the call due to being so upset.
I haven't spoken to "A" since. I shouldn't have told her what happened that weekend. It was so raw and I was really hurt. I place some blame on myself for thinking that I could trust her after the last time I confided in her.
I received a letter from "A": "I genuinely regret dismissing your fears about your Mom's health. I wasn't aware she was so ill. I ask your forgiveness. I hope there is something that I can be done to mend the split in our relationship. I miss you."
I'm not sure what to make of this. Is ignorance a valid excuse?
Would I be the Asshole if I don't respond? What do you say, lovely people of Reddit?
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Background:
My Dad (mid-70s) started showing signs of cognitive decline around 2013. He was diagnosed with Alzheimers in 2018. I confided in his sister, "A", about his diagnosis, prognosis and test results. "A" sent an e-mail to extended family (Aunts, Uncles, etc.) Advising everyone of my Dad's diagnosis, prognosis, and test results. "A" and I explicitly discussed that his diagnosis, etc. was not to be shared. I distanced myself from "A" as a result of her actions.
We moved my Dad into Assisted Living in 2021. He no longer knows or recognizes my Mom, Sister, and I. Processing everything is a heartbreaking cycle. The grief journey is so difficult - he's still alive, but he's not the person I knew as my Dad. He no longer communicates with us and pretends to be asleep when we visit. While it's hard to see him do that, I know it's not who he is. I miss him more than I'll ever be able to articulate.
As time passed, I forgave "A", but the relationship wasn't the same. I held back from sharing anything with "A".
In 2022, my Mom (early 70s), began having health issues - she became forgetful, depressed, tempermental, falling asleep on the toilet, falling asleep when eating, and was not sleeping at night. On multiple occasions we found her asleep in her car on the driveway with the engine running after her errands. (She no longer drives.)
Mom's decline has, unfortunately, been rapid. In 2023, she was diagnosed with a rare Auto Immune Disorder that had recently been discovered/identified/named. There is not much information about her Disorder and effective treatment options. The disorder is poorly understood, most neurologists haven't treated patients with it.
I spent a weekend visiting Mom in 2023. Mom was having trouble speaking, walking, sleeping, choking when eating, sleeping on the toilet, and doing minor tasks. I took her to the ER where, in addition to her Auto Immune Disorder, it was identified that she had had multiple strokes. I was crushed.
On my drive back home, "A" called and asked about my weekend with family. I began sobbing and had to pull over. I am losing both of my parents at the same time - it's heartbreaking, devastating, hard to process and make it my "new normal".
"A" asked why I was so upset, and I told "A" that my Mom had suffered multiple strokes, I wasn't processing (or coping well) and how much it hurts to know you're losing both of your parents at the same time.
"A's" reaction was to laugh. Hysterically. I plead with her that this was by no means funny - this is serious. Both of my parents are in rapid declines. "A" could not stop laughing the entire time. I understand laughter is sometimes a reaction to bad news, but this hit different.
An hour after I got home, I called "A" to tell her that I was hurt by her reaction. This is not a laughing matter - it never will be - this is serious. I no longer had/have one functional parent. I am losing both of them, together. I reiterated that I was really hurt by her actions. "A" continued to laugh the duration of my call. I ended the call due to being so upset.
I haven't spoken to "A" since. I shouldn't have told her what happened that weekend. It was so raw and I was really hurt. I place some blame on myself for thinking that I could trust her after the last time I confided in her.
I received a letter from "A": "I genuinely regret dismissing your fears about your Mom's health. I wasn't aware she was so ill. I ask your forgiveness. I hope there is something that I can be done to mend the split in our relationship. I miss you."
I'm not sure what to make of this. Is ignorance a valid excuse?
Would I be the Asshole if I don't respond? What do you say, lovely people of Reddit?
2024.05.15 13:56 In_Yellow_Clad If At First You Don't Succeed -- Part 110
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As it stood, my crazy plan certainly seemed to resonate with the gathered leaders, though they did offer their own suggestions as to how best to implement improvements and contingencies. I of course welcomed each and every one of them, then debated their merits and as the hours flew by we weeded out the ideas that simply would not work and expanded on those that would.
It was quite honestly refreshing to not have to do all the thinking for once, it felt nice to do a little outsourcing as one might describe it. Besides, as many would say I only had one point of view, well, two if we’re being literal, that of a human and an arachne, the former coming from a world without magic and monstrous beings like those I had surrounded myself with.
Their unique viewpoints had offered a wealth of possibilities and were in their own ways invaluable to the war effort. I am glad that they all managed to get along as well. I had seen no hint of animosity or long held grudges between any of them, not even the age old and quite frankly stereotypical hostility between the elves and dwarves had reared its head. In fact, the two races had seemingly fed into each other's ideas with excited glee, and I had almost expected there to be a bout of mad cackling near the end of their ramblings.
Of course now the meeting was over and we were all starting our preparations. The basic prep wouldn’t take that long, ensuring our warriors were all well supplied, their weapons and armor at peak quality before the battle was paramount. It was everything else about the plan that would take time, time we must ensure we had if we were to succeed. And so I headed for the Aberrant Spire, a place I had not been in a long time.
As I followed the streets I was reminded of my first delve into this city, back when it was fully under the control of vile abominations. I paused, looking at a short building on my right, large claw marks scoring the wall near the lip of the roof. I remember one of those beasts had attempted to climb up to get me as I traversed the rooftops.
Remembering that I felt a shiver run down my spine and issued a silent word of thanks that such horrors no longer existed in my new home, that vibrant life had returned to these hallowed streets. It was a place of hope now, not terror.
It was with this remembering of certain facts that I began looking for a faster means of travel to reach the Spire, as walking would be a long and arduous task indeed. Thankfully this was something that was already thought of, for as I meandered through the streets in my search I came across a somewhat raised walkway, except this walkway had a pair of lines worked from crystal or metal, I couldn’t rightly tell which, running through it.
I paused, wondering how I had never seen this thing before and in doing so I bore witness to its purpose. A merchant with a large wagon approached a circular pattern on the walkway, ensured his wares were well secured and then spoke a destination. At once a ball of energy surrounded him and the wagon, raising it all off the ground and then sending him zipping along, following the right hand line. Even as I watched, another traveler came from the opposite direction, the magic wrought into the pathway depositing them gently off to one side and they continued on their merry way.
I had to wonder why thing wasn’t around the first time I had come here, though the more I looked at the construction the stone looked somewhat fresh, perhaps it was simply a new addition and not something from the city’s past. Either way, it looked mighty useful so I stepped into the circle and took a deep breath.
“The Aberrant Spire.” I spoke clearly, and felt myself go weightless. The magic ball of energy formed around me, lifting me off solid ground and leaving me floating, which certainly triggered a slight fear response from my arachnid instincts. I was moved into position and then shot forward. It took all I had to not scream, sudden fear turning into excitement as my human experiences harkened back to several amusement park visits as a kid and getting to ride the roller coasters.
Though instead of loop the loops and corkscrews it was naught but straight lines and gentle curves that weaved through and over the city streets. Everything was a blur and yet I hardly felt it, really all that I felt was a vague sense of motion in my gut and the wind pulling at my hair, but that was it. I did see the spire come into view however, and steadily it grew larger and larger till at last it dominated the skyline.
My breakneck pace started to slow and just as it had with the other traveler, the magic gently shifted me to one side and then put me down softly. I found my legs were incredibly wobbly and as such I simply stood there and waited for the wobbling to cease. Once it had I stepped off the platform and down onto the street proper, finally taking in the sights as it were.
If the areas around the palace and the rest of the city were for merchants, common folk and nobility, then this area was almost exclusively inhabited by those with magical talents. I saw robed figures flitting to and fro, some hovering along on disks of light or wind, one even walked into a shadowy patch and vanished, presumably reappearing elsewhere. And over it all loomed the Spire, still as pretty and strange as it had been, though it seemed to glow with newfound life and vigor.
The teleporter complex seemed in working order as well, though it would have to be since new mages had taken up residence in the spire above. I made for the complex, many mages who had been engrossed in walking and thinking doing double takes as I passed. I simply nodded at each in turn and continued on my merry way, entering the complex and getting bombarded by the sounds of a busy building. Pages and mages zipped about, conducting their various tasks as they did, stepping into or out of the teleporters as needed. It felt almost like that one time I’d visited Grand Central, boy hadn’t that been fun.
I decided that I should probably get some directions to the person that would be most suited to help me with my plan, really whomever happened to be in charge of this place would be perfect for that and so I stepped up to a circular desk that seemed to be staffed by a mixture of elves, dwarves, humans and even a slime person, the latter wobbling in place and simply shifting their features about to face anyone that spoke to them.
I stopped before an elf, the woman looking up and recognition dawning on her face as she beheld me.
“Y-Your majesty! What brings you all the way out here?” She stammered even as she made to stand and bow. I waved her back down into her seat with a smile, the elf sinking back down into her seat.
“I have business with whomever is in charge of the Spire and I have found that I have no idea who that happens to be. I was hoping to change that, and get directions as well.”
The woman nodded, still a bit frazzled thanks to an unannounced visit by royalty.
“I-I can do that, a moment please your majesty.” She said, hunching over a large book that sat before her and furiously flipping through it. Once she found what she needed, she opened a drawer and pulled out what looked like some sort of talisman, setting it down before me on the desk. “Firstly, this will identify you as not only an authorized visitor to the spire, but also as royalty. Granted we all know you are but the spire itself wouldn’t and so would treat you as an intruder if you didn’t carry this with you at all times. And considering your authority over us all, it will allow you to access areas that would be otherwise restricted to normal visitors.”
As she explained its function I picked the talisman up and looked it over. It was a simple thing, not too gaudy though I couldn’t help but notice a coat of arms upon it that had a distinctly arachne flavor to it. I could swear I’d seen it before somewhere else, perhaps that would have to be something else I looked into later.
“I can call an escort for you, they can guide you right to the Archmage.” The receptionist spoke, snapping me from my thoughts as I affixed the talisman to my breast.
“That won’t be necessary, a map will suffice. I am an adventurer first and a queen second after all.” Chuckling, I watched her nod and pull a sheet of parchment towards her, a hand hovering over the surface and magic flowing from her palm onto the page. What looked like ink appeared on it, which then took the shape of the current room I resided in. Words even appeared, informing me that I could use any of the teleporters I wished.
“The man you are looking for is Archmage Yesric. As far as I know he doesn’t have any pressing duties today so you should find him sequestered in his office.” The receptionist rose and bowed again, keeping her hunched over pose even as I started to walk away.
“Thank you, you’ve been most helpful.” I said. I took a subtle look over my shoulder and was relieved to see that she’d sat back down and was currently in the midst of furious conversation with her coworkers. Which was fair, not every day a member of royalty comes asking for help right?
Stepping into the teleporter I was promptly deposited into the halls of the Spire, which now bustled with activity. Mostly staff it seemed, though I spotted several gaggles of younger folk all dressed in something reminiscent of school uniforms rushing through the halls, their expressions belying a desperate desire to reach their destination as quickly as possible. I had heard nothing about the spire being used as some sort of school, though I suppose it only made sense to train the next generation of magic users in a place where magic was dominant.
Looking down at the map I’d been provided, I was pleased to see that my current position was reflected upon its surface. But now there was a handy dandy guiding line that pointed down a hallway to my right. And so without further ado, I followed it. People naturally got out of my way, though whether that was because I took up most of the hall or because they knew who I was I wasn’t sure, either way I did my best to not impede their progress too much.
Turning a corner I was suddenly met with an empty hallway, one that slowly began to fill with black smoke. My gut twisted and my head felt heavy, my eyes began to flutter and then I blinked, the hallway was bustling with people, no longer filled with the smoke. I licked my lips, trying to shake the ghosts of the past and move forward, though my legs couldn’t help but shiver slightly with every step I took.
Floor by floor I made my way closer to my target, till eventually I was directed through a door into what looked like every executive's office that I’d ever seen, just with a fantasy twist to it. Or rather, it was the little office for a secretary that I entered, which presumably meant that through the next door was what I was looking for.
A bespectacled goblin lass looked up from a large tome and blinked at me, her eyes rather enlarged thanks to the lenses that sat before them.
“Can I help you?” She drawled tiredly, and I stepped up to a good distance from her desk.
“Yes, I’m here to speak with the Archmage.”
“I do not recall setting any meetings today. May I ask who wishes for this audience?” She said, flipping through another much smaller tome that sat nearby.
“Safa Eventra.”
She continued to look through this smaller book, before freezing, her head slowly turning towards me. Now she really seemed to be looking at me and I could only smile politely back at her.
“A-Apologies your majesty, a moment if you please, I must inform the Archmage of your presence.” She said, hopping down off her chair and scampering hurriedly towards the other door. I didn’t say anything, instead just engaging in the arachne equivalent of rocking back and forth on my heels. She slipped through the door and I could hear muffled speech before several loud thuds and some not so muffled cursing ensued. The goblin secretary appeared, leaning against the door after closing it.
“The archmage will see you in just a moment, your majesty.” She said, resuming her post and doing her best to look professional for me.
“That’s quite alright, I’m in no rush.” I responded, humming softly to myself as I looked around the room. A moment later, I heard a voice call out from the office and since that was my cue, I bowed my head to the secretary and stepped through the door into the archmage's office.
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As it stood, my crazy plan certainly seemed to resonate with the gathered leaders, though they did offer their own suggestions as to how best to implement improvements and contingencies. I of course welcomed each and every one of them, then debated their merits and as the hours flew by we weeded out the ideas that simply would not work and expanded on those that would.
It was quite honestly refreshing to not have to do all the thinking for once, it felt nice to do a little outsourcing as one might describe it. Besides, as many would say I only had one point of view, well, two if we’re being literal, that of a human and an arachne, the former coming from a world without magic and monstrous beings like those I had surrounded myself with.
Their unique viewpoints had offered a wealth of possibilities and were in their own ways invaluable to the war effort. I am glad that they all managed to get along as well. I had seen no hint of animosity or long held grudges between any of them, not even the age old and quite frankly stereotypical hostility between the elves and dwarves had reared its head. In fact, the two races had seemingly fed into each other's ideas with excited glee, and I had almost expected there to be a bout of mad cackling near the end of their ramblings.
Of course now the meeting was over and we were all starting our preparations. The basic prep wouldn’t take that long, ensuring our warriors were all well supplied, their weapons and armor at peak quality before the battle was paramount. It was everything else about the plan that would take time, time we must ensure we had if we were to succeed. And so I headed for the Aberrant Spire, a place I had not been in a long time.
As I followed the streets I was reminded of my first delve into this city, back when it was fully under the control of vile abominations. I paused, looking at a short building on my right, large claw marks scoring the wall near the lip of the roof. I remember one of those beasts had attempted to climb up to get me as I traversed the rooftops.
Remembering that I felt a shiver run down my spine and issued a silent word of thanks that such horrors no longer existed in my new home, that vibrant life had returned to these hallowed streets. It was a place of hope now, not terror.
It was with this remembering of certain facts that I began looking for a faster means of travel to reach the Spire, as walking would be a long and arduous task indeed. Thankfully this was something that was already thought of, for as I meandered through the streets in my search I came across a somewhat raised walkway, except this walkway had a pair of lines worked from crystal or metal, I couldn’t rightly tell which, running through it.
I paused, wondering how I had never seen this thing before and in doing so I bore witness to its purpose. A merchant with a large wagon approached a circular pattern on the walkway, ensured his wares were well secured and then spoke a destination. At once a ball of energy surrounded him and the wagon, raising it all off the ground and then sending him zipping along, following the right hand line. Even as I watched, another traveler came from the opposite direction, the magic wrought into the pathway depositing them gently off to one side and they continued on their merry way.
I had to wonder why thing wasn’t around the first time I had come here, though the more I looked at the construction the stone looked somewhat fresh, perhaps it was simply a new addition and not something from the city’s past. Either way, it looked mighty useful so I stepped into the circle and took a deep breath.
“The Aberrant Spire.” I spoke clearly, and felt myself go weightless. The magic ball of energy formed around me, lifting me off solid ground and leaving me floating, which certainly triggered a slight fear response from my arachnid instincts. I was moved into position and then shot forward. It took all I had to not scream, sudden fear turning into excitement as my human experiences harkened back to several amusement park visits as a kid and getting to ride the roller coasters.
Though instead of loop the loops and corkscrews it was naught but straight lines and gentle curves that weaved through and over the city streets. Everything was a blur and yet I hardly felt it, really all that I felt was a vague sense of motion in my gut and the wind pulling at my hair, but that was it. I did see the spire come into view however, and steadily it grew larger and larger till at last it dominated the skyline.
My breakneck pace started to slow and just as it had with the other traveler, the magic gently shifted me to one side and then put me down softly. I found my legs were incredibly wobbly and as such I simply stood there and waited for the wobbling to cease. Once it had I stepped off the platform and down onto the street proper, finally taking in the sights as it were.
If the areas around the palace and the rest of the city were for merchants, common folk and nobility, then this area was almost exclusively inhabited by those with magical talents. I saw robed figures flitting to and fro, some hovering along on disks of light or wind, one even walked into a shadowy patch and vanished, presumably reappearing elsewhere. And over it all loomed the Spire, still as pretty and strange as it had been, though it seemed to glow with newfound life and vigor.
The teleporter complex seemed in working order as well, though it would have to be since new mages had taken up residence in the spire above. I made for the complex, many mages who had been engrossed in walking and thinking doing double takes as I passed. I simply nodded at each in turn and continued on my merry way, entering the complex and getting bombarded by the sounds of a busy building. Pages and mages zipped about, conducting their various tasks as they did, stepping into or out of the teleporters as needed. It felt almost like that one time I’d visited Grand Central, boy hadn’t that been fun.
I decided that I should probably get some directions to the person that would be most suited to help me with my plan, really whomever happened to be in charge of this place would be perfect for that and so I stepped up to a circular desk that seemed to be staffed by a mixture of elves, dwarves, humans and even a slime person, the latter wobbling in place and simply shifting their features about to face anyone that spoke to them.
I stopped before an elf, the woman looking up and recognition dawning on her face as she beheld me.
“Y-Your majesty! What brings you all the way out here?” She stammered even as she made to stand and bow. I waved her back down into her seat with a smile, the elf sinking back down into her seat.
“I have business with whomever is in charge of the Spire and I have found that I have no idea who that happens to be. I was hoping to change that, and get directions as well.”
The woman nodded, still a bit frazzled thanks to an unannounced visit by royalty.
“I-I can do that, a moment please your majesty.” She said, hunching over a large book that sat before her and furiously flipping through it. Once she found what she needed, she opened a drawer and pulled out what looked like some sort of talisman, setting it down before me on the desk. “Firstly, this will identify you as not only an authorized visitor to the spire, but also as royalty. Granted we all know you are but the spire itself wouldn’t and so would treat you as an intruder if you didn’t carry this with you at all times. And considering your authority over us all, it will allow you to access areas that would be otherwise restricted to normal visitors.”
As she explained its function I picked the talisman up and looked it over. It was a simple thing, not too gaudy though I couldn’t help but notice a coat of arms upon it that had a distinctly arachne flavor to it. I could swear I’d seen it before somewhere else, perhaps that would have to be something else I looked into later.
“I can call an escort for you, they can guide you right to the Archmage.” The receptionist spoke, snapping me from my thoughts as I affixed the talisman to my breast.
“That won’t be necessary, a map will suffice. I am an adventurer first and a queen second after all.” Chuckling, I watched her nod and pull a sheet of parchment towards her, a hand hovering over the surface and magic flowing from her palm onto the page. What looked like ink appeared on it, which then took the shape of the current room I resided in. Words even appeared, informing me that I could use any of the teleporters I wished.
“The man you are looking for is Archmage Yesric. As far as I know he doesn’t have any pressing duties today so you should find him sequestered in his office.” The receptionist rose and bowed again, keeping her hunched over pose even as I started to walk away.
“Thank you, you’ve been most helpful.” I said. I took a subtle look over my shoulder and was relieved to see that she’d sat back down and was currently in the midst of furious conversation with her coworkers. Which was fair, not every day a member of royalty comes asking for help right?
Stepping into the teleporter I was promptly deposited into the halls of the Spire, which now bustled with activity. Mostly staff it seemed, though I spotted several gaggles of younger folk all dressed in something reminiscent of school uniforms rushing through the halls, their expressions belying a desperate desire to reach their destination as quickly as possible. I had heard nothing about the spire being used as some sort of school, though I suppose it only made sense to train the next generation of magic users in a place where magic was dominant.
Looking down at the map I’d been provided, I was pleased to see that my current position was reflected upon its surface. But now there was a handy dandy guiding line that pointed down a hallway to my right. And so without further ado, I followed it. People naturally got out of my way, though whether that was because I took up most of the hall or because they knew who I was I wasn’t sure, either way I did my best to not impede their progress too much.
Turning a corner I was suddenly met with an empty hallway, one that slowly began to fill with black smoke. My gut twisted and my head felt heavy, my eyes began to flutter and then I blinked, the hallway was bustling with people, no longer filled with the smoke. I licked my lips, trying to shake the ghosts of the past and move forward, though my legs couldn’t help but shiver slightly with every step I took.
Floor by floor I made my way closer to my target, till eventually I was directed through a door into what looked like every executive's office that I’d ever seen, just with a fantasy twist to it. Or rather, it was the little office for a secretary that I entered, which presumably meant that through the next door was what I was looking for.
A bespectacled goblin lass looked up from a large tome and blinked at me, her eyes rather enlarged thanks to the lenses that sat before them.
“Can I help you?” She drawled tiredly, and I stepped up to a good distance from her desk.
“Yes, I’m here to speak with the Archmage.”
“I do not recall setting any meetings today. May I ask who wishes for this audience?” She said, flipping through another much smaller tome that sat nearby.
“Safa Eventra.”
She continued to look through this smaller book, before freezing, her head slowly turning towards me. Now she really seemed to be looking at me and I could only smile politely back at her.
“A-Apologies your majesty, a moment if you please, I must inform the Archmage of your presence.” She said, hopping down off her chair and scampering hurriedly towards the other door. I didn’t say anything, instead just engaging in the arachne equivalent of rocking back and forth on my heels. She slipped through the door and I could hear muffled speech before several loud thuds and some not so muffled cursing ensued. The goblin secretary appeared, leaning against the door after closing it.
“The archmage will see you in just a moment, your majesty.” She said, resuming her post and doing her best to look professional for me.
“That’s quite alright, I’m in no rush.” I responded, humming softly to myself as I looked around the room. A moment later, I heard a voice call out from the office and since that was my cue, I bowed my head to the secretary and stepped through the door into the archmage's office.
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