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Hi everyone
I am currently in a weird spot right now. I spoke with my anatomy professor when I was a TA for her (spring 2023) regarding a letter of recommendation and she said that she will write me one and to send her an email when it was time for me to apply. About 1.5 months ago I sent her an email giving her all the details regarding the letter of recommendation. However, I didn't receive a response and I just assumed that she will just type it up and submit it when I send the CASPA link. (I know, I shouldn't have assumed) When the new cycle opened on April 25th and I sent her the link. However, till today she has not submitted anything. I reached out to her about 1.5 weeks ago to see if she had any concerns or questions with no response. So I am very unsure on what to do. This letter of recommendation is the only thing preventing me from applying to schools. I fear that if I email her again she will get annoyed or possibly refuse writing one.
I did reach out to another professor who was my advisor who also said that he would write me a letter of recommendation but he has not responded either.

Resolution! To that lil' cliffhanger I left off on last time. Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy! : )
Move?
Don’t move?
Run?
Scream?
Gareth didn’t know what to do. He suddenly realized that that the forest around him had gone very quiet. In fact the only sounds were the burbling river and the crack-hiss of the open fire.
Oh Lumin, quiet…
Understanding bloomed. Quiet was bad because the life that’s evolved in this environment can easily recognize a threat and go into hiding. The information shot through his mind at a million miles an hour, not that it was much use anymore.
The creature seemed poised to strike but sat as still as he was. What was it doing? It had him dead to rights. The ambush was perfect. There was nothing he could do. He certainly wasn’t faster than it. He had no means of fighting it off. Even his biosuit would do little against such sharp teeth. At most it would buy him a few more seconds of agony.
Pen.
His companion came to mind in a flash. Perhaps he should scream. Fleeting was the hope of her saving his life, again. More than that he thought of her own safety. If shouting wouldn’t save his own life, he could at least warn her of the danger. He might give her the advantage of not being ambushed.
Its eyes moved, then its ears. The glowing spheres shot upward, locking onto something behind Gareth. Its ears twitched, aligning to more perfectly take in sound from wherever its eyes were peering.
A voice, as beautiful a voice as he ever did hear, came from behind him. Pen’s voice. She was closer to the fire than to him but still only about fifteen or twenty feet away.
“Look it in the eye. Don’t shake or yell. Just look it in the eye and back away slowly. Don’t turn. Don’t run. Move slowly and deliberately.”
How am I supposed to see where I’m going? What if I fall? Does it even recognize my eyes as eyes? What…
Gareth silenced the questions and did as he was instructed. He magnetized his gaze onto it praying for kind dawns. Slowly he tore his body from its frozen state and began to move. It was awkward. His legs weren’t built for such movement but he managed.
The creature’s eyes shot back to him. White hot fear ripped through him. The urge to freeze again was as intense as anything he’d ever felt but he forced it down, overwriting instinct with logic. Any field has its experts. In situations that deal with said field, you listen to the expert. Specialization. Pen was the expert in this field. Do what she says.
It twitched forward, teeth bared.
“AY!” Pen roared so loud it almost hurt.
The creature jumped back. Its attention shot back to Pen. Gareth kept backing up. Ten feet to where she’d originally been but she’d moved forward. She was right behind him now. A graceful, reassuring hand came to rest on where a shoulder might have been had he had one. He brought a hand of his own up to hers, an attempt to reinforce his increasingly shaking legs.
The thing still sat poised and ready. Watching them. Its glowing eyes darted between them.
“Uhm what now.” Gareth whispered.
“Behind. Me.”
Without breaking her locked gaze on the wolf, she used her hand to push him gently but firmly around her right side. She took another step to position herself directly between them.
“Back. Slowly. Same as before.”
Gareth acquiesced and matched her pace as they both began slowly moving back towards the fire. He noticed he could feel her heartbeat through her wrist. It drummed a rapid but rhythmic tempo against his hand.
A few steps went without movement from the beast but suddenly it started forward. Immediately Pen jolted a bluff forward as she let out another hard and quick yell.
“AY!!”
It twitched back. Its head went down with its front paws and hind legs cocked ready to respond to an attack that never came.
Pen then continued to back the two of them up slowly. Step by step until she came to a stop just within the light of the fire.
“Wait.”
Its reflexive poise had relaxed but it still eyed them, though it made no attempt to close the distance. Its glossy eyes still glowed with reflected firelight.
“What-”
“Just keep watching it.”
The wolf started to move, not forward but to the side. It lead with its head which, again, came low to the ground but its gaze never left them. Its ears twitched around for any hint of sound as it started to circle to its left.
Gareth followed Pen’s lead as she clearly turned her entire body to match its movement. It started to turn and circle back the way it had come. Again, Pen followed it. Gareth spared a second to glance at her face. He was of two minds on what he saw. Partly surprised and partly not at the cold steely stare she was levying on the creature. She almost imparted a tangible weight with just her gaze and the wolf seemingly sensed it. The two hadn’t broken their locked eyes for some time now but as the wolf reached a position back nearer to the berry bush it stopped suddenly. An ear twitched, then twitched again. It still held its gaze, but its head came up. It stuck its nose in the air and sniffed.
Without warning it bounded away into the dark of the forest. The only mark of its position the fast fading crunch of its paws on the dead twigs of the forest floor. In only moments not even that sound could be heard. Pen didn’t move. As such, neither did Gareth. She kept her gaze of the place where its form had melted into tree truck and shadow.
A moment passed.
Then another.
Gareth only waited for her.
Finally, he noticed the small life around them start to pipe up. A squirrel chittered at the base of a tree off to their right. An owl hooted from high branches up to their left. The buzz of insects joined the croaking of frogs by the river.
Pen’s shoulders relaxed. She let out a sigh.
“You good?”
Penelope I have been blown up, thrown out the back of my ship, plummeted to the surface of an unknown planet and now attacked by a wild animal four times my size. All in the span of 48 hours. I'm cursed. There's no other explanation.
“I'm… alive?”
She smacked him on the back a little harder than he could handle. He tumbled forward a step as she spoke.
“That’s victory.”
His nerves finally started to calm.
“Was that a bear?”
She laughed as she sat down.
“Ha! No, not quite. That was a wolf. Basically, the other forest predator to watch out for. Smaller but they hunt in packs.”
“I’m sorry, smaller?”
That thing was five or six times his size. In some respects it was even bigger than Pen, though their differing constructions made comparison difficult.
“Yea. Bears are hefty fuckers.”
“About how much more than that thing, the wolf?”
“Depends on the bear but I dunno, twice? Maybe a bit less maybe a bit more?”
“And your people survived by having to fight something like that?”
“Mm? Oh no. You don’t fight a bear. You leave, expeditiously. I suppose there are a few stories here and there but the lucky few belie an unlucky many.”
“Wait did you say those wolf things hunt in packs? If that’s the case, why was it…?”
“A loner perhaps? They’re social creatures like humans but there are various reasons for finding just one. Ostracized from the pack for whatever reason. Lost. Might have been an old one who decided not to burden their kids, packs tend to be families. Either way, likely not lasting long.”
“Why is that?”
“Lone wolves die. Simple as that. Their strength is in pack strategy. Without it he isn’t going to find much success hunting. He’ll starve. Almost makes you feel bad for the poor guy. It’s not a guarantee though. If he finds another pack and they accept him. Not that I know the situation, keep in mind I’m speculating.”
“If he was starving why’d he wait so long. I couldn’t have stopped him if he tried to bite me.”
“You may have known that, but he didn’t.”
“I didn’t think it was that unclear.”
“For you or me sure but its an animal. You froze staring right at him. To him that’s a display of confidence. You didn’t run, you didn’t turn away. Which would have told him you we’re prey. It’s a gamble on his part. If he attacked and was wrong, it’s the end of the line. So, he wasn’t going to strike unless he was certain we weren’t a threat… or so much of a threat that he felt it was kill us or be killed.”
“So, we kept up the façade and in turn he wasn’t going to risk taking damage that could be fatal. And he ran because he heard or smelled an easier meal somewhere else?”
“Nah he heard me, but the lady were spot on about the old part.”
Gareth whipped around lamenting the strain this constant stress was putting on his body. A gruff looking human strode out from behind a tree. He blended into the surroundings terrifyingly well but now made no attempt to hide himself.
Gareth turned back to Pen who seemed completely nonplussed.
The man chuckled.
“Suppose he weren’t the only one who heard me?”
“He definitely heard you before I did but I know what boots on wet clay sounds like.”
The man looked Pen over.
“Mmmm,” He offered with a respectful nod, “Well you’s definitely the ones they’re lookin’ for.”
“They?” Gareth asked standing.
“Yuh. That Captain Deag. Dog lookin, friendly? Said they were missing a little one and a big human woman. And if you ain’t a scrawny little fella and she ain’t an imposing som’bitch then I’m blind.”
Pen smirked.
“How far are we?”
“Bout twenty minutes that way.” He stuck a fat thumb behind him.
“Is everyone okay?” Gareth asked.
“I think so. Wasn’t no talk of casualties. I’ll say you gave us a helluva’ scare soaring right over the town. Landed just past us.”
“Thank goodness… and apologies if we-”
The man held up a hand.
“Was plenty of that already.”
“Alright…” Gareth turned a bit sheepish.
An awkward silence stirred for a few second before the man broke it.
“Well? You want to go see your friends or would ya rather sleep in the dirt another night?”
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In the January 2021 GameStop (GME) squeeze, as a short seller facing massive potential losses from an unprecedented rise in stock prices, here are concrete actions I would take to manage the situation:

1. **Immediate Purchase of Call Options**: As soon as I realize the stock is surging, I would purchase call options to hedge against further increases. These options should have strike prices close to the current market price and an expiration that gives the squeeze enough time to potentially play out. This could include LEAPs if available, or shorter-term options if I expect the squeeze to resolve sooner.
   
2. **Strategically Cover Some Short Positions**: I would not cover all short positions at once, as this could further drive up the price due to increased demand for the shares. Instead, I would cover strategically, perhaps in smaller blocks, to manage the financial impact and reduce the overall risk exposure.
   
3. **Utilize Stop-Loss Orders**: To prevent catastrophic losses if the price continues to escalate, I would set stop-loss orders at predetermined price points. This would help manage risk by automatically covering the position if the stock hits those levels.
   
4. **Engage with the Broker**: I would engage in discussions with my broker to understand the full extent of potential margin calls and negotiate possible extensions or adjustments to the terms. Ensuring I have a clear understanding of my liquidity and credit availability would be crucial.
   
5. **Monitor Social Media and News**: Given the role of retail investors and social media platforms like Reddit in driving the squeeze, I would closely monitor these platforms for any indications of changes in sentiment or momentum, which could signal when the squeeze might begin to unwind.
   
6. **Assess Additional Hedging Strategies**: Besides options, I might consider other hedging strategies such as futures contracts or other derivatives to offset potential losses.
   
7. **Communication Strategy**: If I represent a larger institution or if the size of my position could influence market perceptions, I might need to prepare a communication strategy. This could involve clarifying the firm’s position and strategy to stakeholders, which could help manage any reputational risks associated with the short positions.
   
8. **Re-evaluate the Investment Thesis**: I would critically re-evaluate the original thesis behind the short position. If the fundamentals of the company (in this case, GameStop) have not changed, I might decide to maintain some level of short exposure, anticipating that the market will eventually reflect these fundamentals. However, this re-evaluation must be sober and devoid of bias to avoid the "sunk cost fallacy."
   

Each of these actions is aimed at managing risk, complying with regulations, and navigating the market conditions as strategically as possible to minimize losses and potentially capitalize on any market corrections.

Hello. I’ve had an iud for 3.5 years now. I’ve never had ovulation discharge on my period until I got an iud. Well today was a first. I had a full blown glob(not stringy) with a tinge of brown(residual of my period I presume) and a small hard red spot. The concerning aspect is the small red hard spot. It was about the size of a pea and about a little harder than a cooked pea. The giant clot of clear tinged brown discharge was At first alarming until I saw that.
Should I be concerned?

So I don’t love the term friendzone, but I’m going to use it here as it’s the best applicator
I’ve known this girl for 4 years, though we’ve only been close for maybe a year. In that year we had what I’ll refer to as a 3 month long “talking stage” where I turned down an offer to hookup due to me moving and wanting a relationship. After this we had a strained friendship for a few months. Once it turned out I wasnt moving, we reconnected, I asked her out again, and she said she got over her feelings for me. Cue a month later, she starts treating me like her pseudo boyfriend, where she’s calling me every day, inviting me over every other day to cook together, watch tv, etc. I asked her if she was interested in a real date, as I was feeling mixed signals, she rejected me, I told her we were still friends, but for me we were emotionally crossing some boundaries that I wanted from a partner, and if she wasn’t interested we needed to tone it back.
To her credit, she did. My issue now is she appears to be trying to “force” back the friendship through her friends? She’s part of a group of about 5 girls, whom I’ve all met, but not close with. I haven’t talked to these women in a few months, most of whom I’ve only met once or twice.
Suddenly, they’re all reaching out to me, separately, inviting me to events. I didn’t think much of it at first, maybe just looking for new friends and thought of me, but every single time it’s turned into the following:
One girl asked me to get drinks with her and her bf to catch up, I agreed, and the girl who rejected me (call her Sally) arrived as well, and basically turned into a 4 hour long dinner double date. I walked sally back home and left. Then two days later a different friend invited me to a dinner party. I arrive, it’s all the girls and Sally, and I’m the only guy there. Now a 3rd girl is inviting me to hang out, one who I didn’t even have her number, so she had to get it from one of the other girls, and is asking me to get drinks with her and Sally.
My feelings haven’t changed, I haven’t been rude or ghosting, just minding my own business and not inviting Sally out anymore since we aren’t dating. But still friendly and everything when I have seen her. But it’s increasingly obvious to me that these girls are doing some weird game or something. Like I went out with one of my guy friends, and one of the girls when I ran into them, my guy friend left, and we started casting music, and she had 20+ texts pop up on her phone from Sally asking about me and what was happening. Meanwhile Sally and I haven’t talked one on one.
None of these women seem interested in actual friendship with me (not necessarily, we’re on good terms! But if I was like “hey let’s go do X”, they would immediately invite out Sally)
I would understand if we had been best friends before, but we weren’t. We were “besties” during our short talking stage stint, but other than that more like acquaintances
I feel like I’m being forced into having the closer friendship with Sally than I want or am comfortable with, but don’t know how to communicate it. We all share tons of mutual friends, so idk how to keep the peace and react: but I’ve never had someone work this hard to “friendzone” me before, and it’s weirding me out. Is there a good way to communicate this without it coming out accusatory?
TLDR: girl rejected me, but is now using her friends who I wasn’t close with to contact me and try to remain friends in a weird way. Not sure how to communicate this makes me uncomfortable

This one right here... https://www.reddit.com/martialarts/comments/1cm05tl/what_do_you_think_of_the_statement_bad_people_are/
It was fun so here's the long follow up. That bad advice that random older dudes kept giving me was the least worrying thing in those three hours of analyzing that church's security measures. I hit up a friend of mine that has a whole lot more security-specific training than I do just to see if I was overthinking things. Bro has taught me a lot, and I still try to make the trip once or twice a year to train with him. Between emails and a phone call I think I did a pretty good job of compiling our conversation. Most of the convo is also here but I'm not a shameless self-promoter on Tuesdays.
This isn't so much about martial arts or fighting or self-defense, but it probably is helpful and good discussion because a lot of you would hopefully give a crap about these same issues.
DC (Me): When I arrived I drove around the building and no one was posted at any of the 3 front entrances, at least not outside and visible. There was always someone at either of the 2 back entrances and the 1 north end entrance.
TF (The Friend): If someone is truly invested in safety they would have all doors covered, including the main entrance(s). Now maybe their thinking is the main entrance is where people come and go and it might be “uncomfortable” for visitors however we are talking about KEEPING PEOPLE ALIVE. To me that is worth the slight discomfort. And one way they could accomplish it without having to make it an uncomfortable experience is put “greeters” at the main entrance dressed in their Sunday best but they are actually part of the security response team. Those greeters need training in profiling, body language, situational awareness and of course the surface level expected things (firearm, hand to hand, situation specific training such as an active threat). Also does this place have security cameras? Security cameras need to monitor the entire property. And keep in mind people stake out places, plant things at places, etc during off hours. Cameras are a must. Want to make some money? Offer to install a system for them. I’ll help you.
DC: There was no mention to me of where first aid kits and AEDs are located in the building. I know where one AED is on the lower floor but it’s a 4-story building. Considering that I was outside the most heavily-traveled door, it would seem prudent for me to know where those are if I see someone get hit by a car or grab their chest and fall down.
TF: An emergency doesn’t always mean a violent situation. It could be someone suffering a heart attack, a child getting run over by a car driven by an 80 yr blind church goer or just a simple amputation of a finger because they are making sandwiches in the church kitchen. Every single floor needs to have multiple AEDs and COMPLETE first aid kits (that’s a whole class in itself – how to stock a first aid kit). I say multiples because you want quick easy access to one of those item no matter where you are at in the building. I don’t know how big the place is but even starting just by putting a complete first aid kit and AED at the N and S ends of the building is a good start along with training the congregation on CPR. You don’t need the piece of paper from a class, just get someone who knows how to come teach.
DC: Along the same line, no emergency action plans were provided. What to do if part of the building has to be evacuated for a fire or smoke? In case of severe weather or tornado threats what parts of the building should be evacuated and what are the safest areas to move people to until the danger passes? They might have these plans somewhere, but what’s the point if you don’t share them with the ones who would have to execute them.
TF: This is a mistake. There has to be an evacuation plan to remove as many people as possible from the building should something occur (fire, active threat, etc). If there are tornado shelters obviously that’s the safe spot for that specific situation. Many times the evacuation plan put in place can be used for multiple threats (active threat, fire, chemical spill, etc) because it’s about removing the people AWAY from the danger. And YES you are 1000% right those plans/routes need to be shared with EVERYONE in the congregation. When people do not know what to do or where to go there will be chaos, always. The people in charge might THINK they are going to be the go to person to provide guidance and manage the crowd but I will tell you when shit hits the fan no one is listening to them. People will be stepping on their own just to get out. With that being said, any evacuation plans that are created need to be drilled by the entire congregation. It could be done 10m before church for the next 6 Sundays to make sure EVERYONE knows the plan.
DC: It gets worse. There actually is no active shooter plan in place. Apparently some Lt. with the local police department will be doing an active shooter training in the future. I'll be in attendance with the lowest hopes in the room.
TF: This should be interesting and disappointing. My first question to him would be “What are your qualifications/experience to teach this? Have you experienced it first hand?”. Or is everyone looking at him because of his “label” which really means nothing other than that is his occupation that allows him to pay his electric bill. I have yet to see (other than myself) anyone put on a close to reality active shooter training session. Most people (law enforcement included) do powerpoint presentations. Unfortunately many “experts” teaching how to survive an active shooter situation think 4 hour Powerpoint presentations, statistics and cute acronyms are properly training people to survive one of the worst experiences a person could face. Powerpoint presentations do not save lives… ACTION saves lives! You know that though.
DC: Same with an active stabber, no plans there. Or at least no one could show me a plan.
TF: Same as the active shooter.
DC: Here's one you'll love. In the event of a person being violent, the directions I was given were to stay away, make a call over the radio, and let someone else come deal with it. They're also bringing in another security consultant (a former Navy SEAL, just like those three guys who all claim they killed bin Laden) to do de-escalation training at some point. I'm skipping that shit.
TF: I’ve always said if you can remove yourself from a situation that is the best way to increase your odds of staying alive. HOWEVER – there are some situations where immediate action is needed NOW! Especially if you are responsible for the safety of others the goal is to not only eliminate the threat but also minimize damage (limit the casualties). The other night we worked full blown knife attacks. I asked someone to demo with me. I slaughtered him with 20+ stabs/slashes in about 5 seconds and that was before he hit the ground and I mounted and continued. My point – the longer an event goes on the more damage innocents will experience. If you have time to go make a phone call then you have time to take effective action that works towards eliminating the threat and minimizing damage. Their suggestion to call someone else is so typical of people who have no concept of how violence really works (let someone else handle your problem…lol). No one cares for your life more than you do. It’s your responsibility. And regardless of what someone’s propaganda says about their label it still takes time to make a phone call, it takes time for someone to arrive and even when they arrive there is no guarantee they will even engage the threat. The overall goal for ALL VIOLENT ENCOUNTERS is to make the even AS SHORT AS POSSIBLE. The longer a violent event continues the odds of you leaving lessen and the odds increased causalities goes through the roof.
Poster's note: When he and I say we're going to train someone in knife attacks rather than knife defenses. The partner (the attacker) is going to be training on how to freaking stab you just as hard as you're training to resist being stabbed.. Rubber knife, protective gear and 100% stabbing vs 100% resistance, for advanced students, is a fun time. If you're wearing the pads you're going to get your ass kicked. He wasn't actually training his class how to go on stabbing sprees.
DC: This was one that’s not even related to fight skills or ability to engage a threat. There was not even a quick introductory rant on recognizing suspicious people or behavior. The more I talked to other volunteers the more I realized none of them had a clue.
TF: This is touched on in my answer to your first question. People who are determined to execute violent activity do not walk around with signs or flashing lights. It’s not always obvious like in the movies. They blend in and lay low until the moment to take action. These church people have no clue what they are doing. It’s all what I call “surface level thinking” meaning the basic stuff your average person who is inexperienced in the subject thinks of – “Get a police officer officer in our group to teach us something.” Teach you what? How to hand out traffic citations? “We have retired military this or that and retired law enforcement and a former rodeo clown who are packing heat during church.” Ok have they ever dealt with using their weapon when there is mass chaos and people screaming/running everywhere? Bullets only travel in a straight line and do not go around innocents if they are in the way. But just because someone has a firearm doesn’t mean they have the mindset to use it.
DC: You’ll love this one. 5 minutes before the church service let out we were told to call it quits for the day, before everyone in the building started filing out to the parking lot at one time.
TF: Do you mean the response team was training, etc and the church had you guys leave 5 minutes before the congregation got out? That ties exactly into my comment in question #1 about appearance/comfort level. Why hide it? Is there anyone in the church (or the world for that matter) that would disagree the world is getting more violent? Everyone knows it is… they’ve either experienced it or seen/heard news stories so why not put it out there that the church takes the safety and well being of their members SERIOUSLY? I have a saying I came up with once when I was talking to a place about active shooter training and they said it couldn’t be hands ons and they were hoping more for like a speaking engagement because their policy doesn’t allow physical contact. My response – “Until you put people before your policies, your people will continue to die.” And that’s just plain truth. Everyone is so worried about policy/comfort level they are putting that before the actual goal of saving people’s lives. If you are getting ready for a championship basketball game what should you do in practice? Play some damn basketball. Well if you are wanting to learn how to save your life/others in a violent situation what should you practice? VIOLENCE. Why would you do ANYTHING ELSE in practice than what you are preparing for? It’s not logical. I think the congregation would approve and love the idea that “their church cares”.
DC: On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate the building’s security measures? Is it fucked, or am I crazy and overthinking it because I am oddly OCD about details sometimes?
TF: I would give them a grade of 2 (at best) out of 10. You are 1000% on point on everything. You have training. You understand violent situations but you’ve been trained by someone and a group that has experienced it and knows how violence REALLY unfolds. The people who are in charge with this “security” policy at your church have ZERO experience and ZERO training. Imagine this - would you want a surgeon who has no education in operation and no experience to attempt to perform a life saving surgery on you? A question I would ask them is - "How SERIOUS are you about saving lives?"

I 21F stop taking my birth control for three days and then I started to breakthrough bleed. This was on April 23, so I continued my pack of bc and I’ve been bleeding ever since. Since I only had about 4-5 pills left before the placebo pills. I took those and skipped the placebo pills and went to a new pack. For the first five days it felt more like a period in which I was cramping horribly etc. But it was extremely late to be a period. and I’ve been spotting since the 26-27th. About 4-5 days ago I’ve started to get blood clots that are now progressively getting bigger which gave me hope it’s ending but it doesn’t seem like it. I called my Gyno and the receptionist upfront told me to wait until the bleeding goes on its 3rd to 4th week; but I’ve been googling and getting answers on saying to go to the gyno after seven days and if I’m still spotting, it could be an infection. So in a way I’m kind of panicking that it’s an infection. Lol. Should I try to get in to the gyno sooner?

I finally got a chance to get into my defensive/hot/spicy hive that's been so productive in just a few weeks it went from a nuc to being jam-packed full of bees and putting wax on two deep frames in two honey supers. I was ecstatic and willing to take their persistent defensiveness.
Well, my other hive from a nuc of the same seller was dwindling in numbers. There was no capped brood--only spotty drone brood--and no visible eggs. It seemed the queen, who I always easily found in this docile hive wasn't laying or something and needed to be replaced. They hadn't even finished drawing out the comb in their brood box.
So, I opened up the defensive hive (probably Africanized to some extent), and I spotted a queen larva cup being fed by 3-5 bees and then a capped one on another frame. I thought, "Okay, two queen cells. Maybe I can use them to help my weaker one."
I went to my local beekeeping association club meeting yesterday night and sought advice. I was told by an experienced beekeeper to keep the open one with the larva in the defensive hive because maybe it can replace the queen. Both were supersedure cells in the middle of the frames, by the way. However, I should take the capped one and put it with the weaker hive and also one of the capped brood frames since the defensive hive had a ton of capped brood and maybe 3x live bees as well.
So, I go in there this afternoon with my bee brush. Even with thick, white, cool smoke, they're going crazy. As I'm brushing off, I realize I never really inspected the frame fully since it was covered in bees. There were maybe 5+ capped queen cells and ~2 open ones with larva being fed. I was like, "oh man, I have all these bees everywhere trying to sting me (thankfully my suit and gloves are solid), and I don't know what to do." So, I scraped it off and killed them all except for a lone capped one I put in the weaker hive. These were swarm cells at the bottom of the frames, mind you.
Well, an hour or two later, my dog really had an urgent issue I needed to attend to in the backyard. I usually stay away for a few hours because they're still hot and on the lookout for me. Three dive-bombed into me and my kiddo, but only one got me on the forehead and one stung my dog above the eye as well. My kid was safe, as we ran inside.
So, did I do the right thing or screw up? I don't know what I'm doing.
Oh, I did put the queen excluder on the defensive hive yesterday, as they seemed ready for honey with all the drawn out comb. I also stopped feeding both since the nectar flow seems strong enough now, but maybe I should feed the weaker one again?
I haven't been able to find the queen in the defensive hive since nuc installation, but she's clearly doing something right for the number to have grown so much.
Yesterday, when I took in the Boardman feeders I was using as top feeders, the defensive hive had 20-25 bees hidden inside. Rookie mistake. They were all over my house near the windows trying to get to the sun. After failed attempts to let them out, I took out the flyswatter and killed them all. I guess the sting is payback for their murdered sisters.

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Average scav run according to guides before the buff on other maps, good maps gives you about 2.5 mil per hour with 6.0 scav karma and intel 3.
With buff on locked room/open loot spots and gear of other PMC, you will definitely get more than 4 mil per hour if you play PMC as a min/max player.
A svt/avt+sj6 rushing to resort or high value spot, put some high value in ass and sneak attack geared dude that comes slower, two shot thorax he is down and with 1~2 mil his whole gear and bail. ALL IN 20 MINUTES.
That’s what will happen with selling PMC gear+high value loot.
After min max for a month after wipe and ruble just so damn much, you just lost the meaning of the game, each death means nothing since you got a shit ton of ruble and most people will just quit.
This late in the wipe and before this event you still struggle with ruble only means YOU ARE NOT A GOOD LOOTER.
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WARNING: This story contains strong language, mild violence & fictional political radicalism.
(Note, this story portrays the human side in a morally negative light. If you do not like that, then turn back now.)

ULJJAK KASERKOR, ANDZAKTAR, THE HOMEWORLD, ANDZAK EMPIRE, 11,772 A.C. 

Standing in the centre of the Andzak Governing District, in the heart of the Andzak Empire, is the Tree of Civilisation. While there is no direct translation into Human Standard, the meaning of the tree, including its name, stood for the long continuity of Andzak civilisation and the Andzak Empire.
Surrounding the tree were the marvellous palaces of the Imperial Government, the Imperial Advisory Council directly appointed by the emperor among them. The palaces were meant to be opulent and expensive, as if you were a lowly governor coming in from the Outer Provinces, the rows and rows of perfectly symmetric crystalline walls combined with the mirrors to allow the Andzak aristocracy to witness the superb influence of the Imperial Authorities.
Looking into those spotlessly clean mirrors was me, Deputy Governor Uljjak Kaserkor. According to Imperial audits of my activities, I am a "sub-par administrator, foreign to both the Andzak Empire and it's traditions, and the Andzak aristocracy" as Councillor Dlirij once said. In short, they've been looking for an excuse to exile me to a low-ranking advisory position on a third-band world out in the middle of nowhere.
And, as such, I am keeping this diary to myself, so in the event that Councillor Dlirij or one of his cronies tries to bring up charges against me, I am capable of fighting them effectively.
So, what am I doing, thousands of lightyears from my homeworld looking up at the Tree? I am here to report to the Advisory Council of an intense gamma-ray disturbance next to the uninhabited system of [UAG-2113]. Gamma ray disturbances of this scale usually mean the development and testing of superluminal weapons, which are severely restricted under the [Interstellar Accords].
Superluminal weapons are capable of obliterating entire solar systems if given enough energy. The most powerful superluminal weapon ever tested by the Andzak Empire vaporised 3 light-years of space, and fried every unprotected electronic within 117 light-years.
So this means it is understandable that the Empire might be concerned by yet another civilisation in hold of these excessively powerful weapons, especially if they don't know who has them, and they're being tested in the Centauran Reserves, an area that has barely been explored by the Empire due to the Centauran Pandemic a hundred years ago.
By my side, is the Military Advisor Vraxh Huljukrj. To be honest, we don't get along, and while I technically outrank him, stripping him of his rank would be an essential guarantee that the Regional Military Consul would be pissed. Vraxh has gotten into the Armed Forces through nepotism with the Consul.
"So you're bothering the Advisory Council with third-world bullshit just because one sensor buoy near a system nobody's ever heard of in the middle of fucking nowhere read some extra spicy particles?"
Vraxh, for whatever reason, still won't understand the severity of the situation, despite me having explained it to him at least a hundred times over the past 2 weeks we've been travelling here.
"I have explained this to you half a dozen times Vraxh, if you pester me about this decision one more time I will eject the rest of your belongings into space!"
To be honest, I haven't been particularly kind to him either. He kept bugging me with intentionally annoying overexaggerated questions over the 2 weeks we've been travelling here, so while he was in the bathroom, I ejected the bed in his room into the vacuum of space. While he wasn't amused, I found it incredibly funny.
"Okayy, fuck! Fine.."
Maybe I'll have even garnered his false support when the aristocrats in the Advisory Council wonder what I'm doing there.
Me and Vraxh right behind me walked up to the meetings desk. Behind the desk, is a short and relatively aged Andzakian in the uniform worn by imperial servants. He is looking at his holopad, appearing to have not noticed the two borderworlders at the desk. I attempted to grab his attention.
"Hello, sir?"
The imperial servant didn't appear to be surprised, and just looked up at the two with a condescending glare, confirming that he did infact know they were there, and just didn't pay any attention.
"Imperial Advisory Council case #1,714?"
He said the words sharply, as if he had already thought of them hours in advance.
"Yes, sir. A gamma ray disturbance in syste-"
"I don't care. Wait in the lobby, when you are called, arrive on time."
The servant interrupted me rudely, before pointing at a sitting area in the lobby.
I walked over to the lobby and sat down, with Vraxh reluctantly following me. After half an hour of awkwardly silent waiting, the loudspeaker in the lobby called,
"Uljjak Kaserkor and Vraxh Huljukrj, attend conference chamber C-1 immediately."
I immediately got up pulling Vraxh with me, before hastily making my way over to the conference chamber.
The guards at the door opened the heavy chamber doors with a loud thunk.
Sitting in the furthest conference seat was- god damn it, I shouldn't have come!
Sitting in the fanciest conference seat of them all, was Councillor Dlirij, with the biggest shit-eating grin I've ever seen.
"Deputy Governor Uljjak Kaserkor. What matters do you disturb the Advisory Council with this time?" Dlirij said, in generic aristocratic government drone.
I steeled myself with my own government training, before responding through nearly clenched teeth,
"Councillor Dlirij, thank you for coming to address my meeting."
Saying it was my meeting whilst also not using the formal address style was something I knew would piss Dlirij off, but thankfully he couldn't do anything about it according to the formal rules of the palace.
Indeed, Dlirij's grin reduced and he just looked me in the eyes, before saying,
"Deputy Governor, get straight to the point. What do you have to show me?"
I laid out a briefcase on the table, opening it and beginning to explain.
"3 weeks ago, an intense gamma event occured in the uninhabited system [UAG-2113], 3,679 light-years from the Homeworld."
I took a deep breath.
"As you would know as a Councillor, Councillor Dlirij, gamma-intense events in this fashion nearly always signal the activation of a superluminal weapon, legally considered an ultraintense weapon by the Interstellar Accords and thus prohibited for any Interstellar State to possess them aside from the Andzak Empire, the Union of Galactic Republics, and the Ksirlok Dependency."
I paused.
"I am requesting an Advisory Council initiated investigation into what caused the disturbance. If this is not achieved, it could be greatly threatening to the order in the Galaxy."
I then handed Dlirij the papers, which he started to look through.
In the silence while Dlirij looked through the papers, Vraxh had said nothing. I gave him a subtle glare for him to contribute, which he did. He reluctantly said, without thought,
"Councillor Dlirij, the Military Consulate will be the next to be contacted, if we do not succeed here."
I was not pleased with what Vraxh had said. He tried to challenge the Councillor's authority with a threat to go to the military establishment if we got nowhere here. I opted to remain silent though.
Dlirij looked at Vraxh with a glare of anger, before looking back down at the papers.
A few more awkward minutes passed, before Dlirij passed the papers back to me.
"So, you spend 2 weeks travelling to the Imperial Homeworld and the most honourable palaces of the Empire, with your little sidekick, just to bother me, Hasjaxhar Dlirij, with gamma radiation readings from one isolated buoy, nevertheless in the Centauran Reserves, where it has been proven by the Imperial Surveying Authority that there is no intelligent life?"
Dlirij's hand moved underneath the table.
"Councillor Dlirij, I believe you are mistaken by what I have given an explained to you, please-"
At this moment the guards burst through the door, before knocking us both out with the butt of their plasma rifles.
...

SEVEN FOUR EIGHT, NEW YORK CITY, TERRA, ALMIGHTY CELESTIAL STATE, 147 A.R. 

"...Comrades! On this date, July 16th, 147 years since the Revolution, humanity has taken yet another great leap under the leadership of the State. On this day, we have successfully detonated a superluminal weapon."
"A weapon that breaks the laws of the universe, a weapon that propels an object at thousands of times the speed of light, before dropping it back into realspace just before it hits its target. A weapon that, prior to today, the distant enemies of humanity cannot have dreamed of. A weapon that has just obliterated the Wolf 359 star system. Due to the ingenuity of our technology, not only do we get to witness the flash of our excellence, but we can also observe from this distance with our electronics intact!"
"Today, from this date, humanity is not only indivisible, but invincible! We, led forwards by the State, shall never be destroyed by those distant in the void, and our Black Banner shall soon fly on every planet in the Milky Way!"
The crowd cheered.
From my position, it looked fairly typical for a propaganda gathering. Soldiers surrounding the speaking Party official on a tall podium, with the Black Banner of the Almighty Celestial State flying calmly but sternly in the wind. Mounted to structures surrounding the gathering area are various slogans of the Celestial State, among them "HUMANITY INDIVISIBLE" and "THE STARS ARE OURS".
Truth be told, I am not an avid supporter of the ideology or the State. I come from a rural background in the middle of nowhere in North America, and have only joined the Armed Forces because the Party Militia showed up for their quota of soldiers.
In the State, all jobs are connected to, and thus in support, of the Armed Forces. While I was perfectly happy to continue living a solitary life with my family in rural America, I honestly didn't have much choice, and so here I am.
After the gathering, we are told to go back to our barracks and thus be assigned roles by the commanding officer.
I come through the door, and am immediately escorted to the commanding officer with two elite Party Militia members to my side.
"Soldier #7,487,782,311. Due to demand, you are being changed from Military Communications to Reconnaissance starting immediately. You will be transported to the Orbital Station, before boarding a Javelin class reconnaissance ship. The ship will not set sail into the void immediately, so the new crew can get accommodated."
"Got it, commissar. I will be ready in 5 minutes."
The commissar seemed to offer a pleasant nod, before stamping my identity card with the official Government stamp. It read,
"ALMIGHTY CELESTIAL STATE
#7,487,782,311
APPROVAL TO LEAVE THE MANHATTAN DISTRICT
ISSUED BY C.O. #2,349,522 - IF DISCREPANT CONTACT NUMBER ON SLIP"
I packed all of my belongings into a state-issued carrying pack.
Looking at how many belongings I have, pretty much just my uniform and Communication Device made me reminiscent for a time I never lived. How was the world before the Revolution? According to my family, the world was far better before the Revolution. They even had food that they could buy from private individuals, and not just State rations, which I find hard to believe.
The Communications Device had a light next to it's camera that blinked red every few seconds. This was to indicate that the camera was actively recording and watching me. I decided to stop thinking treasonous thoughts, and finished folding and packing my uniform, before taking my carrying pack with me.
After leaving the barracks, I walk past a building with the Emblem of the Celestial State painted on one of the walls, with artistic sunrays surrounding it. There are soldiers saluting the emblem, surrounded by armed party militia, while reciting the pledge of loyalty. I continue walking between two barracks towards the rocket area.
This base is lucky specifically to have it's own dedicated orbital rocket area. If I was stationed out west, I'd likely have to spend hours in the back of a troop transport vehicle being driven to the nearest site.
After a few minutes of walking down the bleak path, I reach the rocket area. There are people queuing to get in the rockets, and I join the queue. All of the soldiers infront of me look at the very least uncomfortable, and some look terrified. While looking ahead of me, a place ahead of me I see a vaguely familiar face.
"Eight one four, do I recognise you?"
His eyes go wide, and he recognises me almost immediately.
You see, this is a childhood friend of mine. Was my neighbour, in the rural countryside and the absence of the state, fuck, even when some parts were controlled by the Resistance, we could play forbidden games from the pre-revolution world.
I moved away from him probably 4 or 5 years ago with my family, which ended up being a mistake. It was in a larger community where the Guards showed up and conscripted me alongside a number of my family members.
"Yes, yes! I recognise you! An-"
Without even thinking, I cover his mouth with my hand.
"Don't!"
His face goes white and he realises the mistake he was about to make, and thus addresses me the proper informal way.
"Seven four eight, how have you been?"
"I've been decent. Can't say too much to be honest. Just bumbled around trying to look for something to do. Then I ended up here. You know how that's like."
Eight four one chuckles.
"Yeah, I know how it is."
We both tried to avoid treasonous language, which prevented us from having a meaningful discussion. It was nice to catch up though.
The line slowly moves forwards. I am close enough to the entrance of the orbital craft to hear a commotion ahead involving my friend.
"Soldier #8,142,327,494! Present your identity documents!"
The Soldier ruffles through his carry pack looking for his identity documents, and after a while, finds them.
"Eight one four! These documents do not have the commissar stamp!"
Two militia members point their service rifles at my unfortunate friend. I am enraged and know what is about to happen, but there is nothing I can do. I look around and see the guardsmen in the guards building, as well as a few guards snipers in watchtowers above us.
I helplessly watch as a third guardsman knocks him to the ground with the butt of his rifle, before he is hand and leg cuffed and escorted away. New militiamen come out of the guards building to take up their positions. I just silently hang my head, performing a neutral expression.
I arrive at the front of the line.
"#7,487,782,311! Your permission slip!"
I feel for it in the pocket in my pants, as that's where I left it.
Except, my pocket is flat, with no identity documents, I frantically feel inside the pocket, and do not feel them.
My face goes white and it feels like my knees are about to give way.
I look inside my carry pack with the guard giving me an intense stare. I find my documents, and hand them to the guard. He checks and verifies them, and I am let past. While walking past the guard, I hear over my shoulder from the other guard,
"Seven four eight. Do not forget the location of your identity documents next time. You know the consequences."
I walk aboard the ship without holding up the line, and sit down in a cramped troop transport seat. It wouldn't matter, entering orbit only takes a few minutes.
I look out of the orbit craft door towards my friend being escorted away into the distance, he gives me one final, depressed look, before him and his escort round the corner.
After a few minutes, the last soldier in the line is boarded onto the ship, and a loudspeaker voice calls to the gathering area that the ships will be leaving.
The landing door closes and the ship shudders. Due to the lack of windows, I have no idea what is going on outside. I am pressed back and down into my seat, as the ship accelerates into the sky.
The acceleration gradually slows until I can only feel the shudder of the ship fighting the atmosphere as it leaves. Gradually, gravity weakens and I begin to feel no weight in my seat.

EIGHT ONE FOUR, NEW YORK CITY, TERRA, ALMIGHTY CELESTIAL STATE, 147 A.R. 

As I round the corner, I see my friend's look on his face. Steeled sadness. I appreciated it in a world of no emotion.
The guardsmen around me had tied my leg cuffs too tightly but were also forcing me to hurry up and walk at their speed.
As I am forced underneath the temporary holding shelter, my leg cuffs are cuffed to a support beam of the structure. The guards then walk into the commissar's office, while a guard in a watchtower keeps an eye on me.
I see the landing ship my friend is on slowly start hover into the sky. Blue plasma shoots out of its 4 engine ports. It stops increasing in altitude, turns around and rapidly accelerates. I see it shoot off into the distance with a vapor cone around it's tail. The extremely loud rumble of it's engines slowly gets quieter and quieter, until it disappears from view.
The guards return from the commissar's office.
Both with neutral steeled expressions return to the shelter. I am held down and injected with a needle, and my vision slowly fades to black.

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So I have thought of a build that can theoretically do upwards 2684 per hit and it's honestly a simple build beside the extreme luck you need. Here's what you need.

1. Sister Blades
2. Artemis keepsake (crit chace for 200% damage)
3. The Furies and Strength Arcana (maxed) (each gives 50% more damage when active)
4. Hera and Hept duo boon (200% damage on attacks + specials if boonless)
5. Keen Intuition (Rare or better Hera) (If have Max mana next Omega attack does 100% damage)
6. Explosive Ambush + Skulking Slice (400% omega attack and 200% if back attack)
7. Chaos strike boon 2x highest I've found is 76% damage boost so 142%)

So all of that is 200+100+200+100+400+200+142=1212% damage per hit. I believe the omega attack for the sister blades is around 200 damage so 1212% of that (if my math and understanding of the game is correct) is around 2684 per bloody hit and you could if your lucky get this build before Skilla
Also by "simple" I mean that you only need two gods and 2 hammers to get this to work.

These suggestions are from my readings of Horus heresy novel series.
Dreadnoughts are often amongst the oldest marines in the legion even way back in 30k. They are often presented as disoriented due to age, due to being awaken from a long slumber, due to their injuries and the quirks of the interface.
I don’t think the bs and ws of 5 is justified. Should be 4 or even 3 for bs honestly. A dreadnought without close combat weapons should certainly have its weapon skill nerfed.
If you are fielding lots of dreadnoughts it should be a rare event, they are often deployed at times when man power is short. They have awoken recently from a slumber and are disoriented. How about having a d6 table roll similar to the militia gene crafted rule to see how functional they will be? Or passing a leadership test before taking each action moving/shooting?
How about giving the little guys a chance to take this thing down. How about reducing strength and toughness by 1 for each wound lost. Surely bolster fire could become a more realistic weapon to take down a dread as it becomes increasingly damaged by heavier weapons?
Just some thoughts on how to fix these units for fairer play.

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I am tired of saying every night “be quiet, he’s sleeping.” I am tired of coming home to multiple clothes piles around our home. I am tired of showing you what a routine should be to clean/cook/ get things ready for the baby every night (not that you pay attention.) I think about putting water in the bottles before nighttime. I swear all my mind does is think of how to make my life easier while you make it harder. When you ask me to use my car, all I can think about is how under appreciated I’ll be as I get into my car Monday morning to find it trashed. You may not think it is, but I have things in a certain spot. It’s not perfectly clean, but I know what’s dirty. I am tired of asking for small chores to be done, just to get home and see your Xbox on. Or that you are literally in the middle of a game with your back to our child. Our crawling, exploring child. I watch you on your phone for the majority of the time I’m home. “Babe I have to figure out these plans,” “Can you just stop?” The attention that I get is seconds while everything/body else gets minutes…. Hours. I don’t want to look at my life in 5 years… hell 1 year, and see it is still the same. Under appreciated. Overworked by the one person that is supposed to help me through it all. My mind is overwhelmed. “It’s not even dirty.” Yet all I see is the oily stovetop, the crumbs on the floor, the full trash bag next to the trash, the pile of laundry. All of this, that I will have to take care of. I have nobody to share this burden with. I love cleaning and doing for others, but it has been made out to be a punishment for me. Getting up all night with the baby, getting myself and the baby ready.. for you to slowly make your way out of bed, yawning, texting whoever back. Then I go to work. My job isn’t hard, but it is still my job. Then I come home. And I’m at work all over again. Forcing smiles so I don’t start a fight I’m not ready to have even thought my insides are pleading with me to just sit down and take a break. But if I take a break, I’ll have more to do tomorrow…. I have splayed out what is expected in our home, and it’s far from perfect. But it’s important. After dinner, dishwasher gets filled and baby’s bottles also go in. Then I do some prep work for the morning (during the week, for work) and watch tv. Then, baby typically goes to sleep. After the dishes are done, I prep bottles. Throughout the whole night I’m wiping things off, picking things up, tidying things, sometimes sweeping up. Laundry and deep cleaning are typically on the weekends. There are things that need done everyday, especially if it’s for our child… he has only bathed his son by himself one time. He is almost 10 months. When I saw him get up with him for the first time ever, I instantly fell back asleep. Not even giving myself time to be thankful, but just enough time to feel the exhaustion. If your child’s father is not benefitting you in the ways you want, what do you do? Destroy a family? Break my child’s heart before he can even comprehend what’s happening? I don’t want to be contained. I think back to when I found out I was pregnant.. sometimes I wonder where I’d be if we didn’t have a baby. Not that I’d ever give up the love that I have for my baby now.. but what difference would there be? Would I still be here? Shut up in my bedroom in my apartment with my boyfriend? No, not husband. He will probably just drag our relationship on and never marry me because I am “never happy with him.” I’ve led him to water… why won’t he drink? It’s like teaching a child to walk. You can only show them. Move their feet for them. But the walking is done by them alone. The responsibilities that he is failing to see are the only things that are in the reflection of my eyes. This is an OCD brain. This is a new mother. This is an overwhelmed and overstimulated woman. This is an unseen, unheard girlfriend. By the way, can I shave my legs in the shower tomorrow? I need a little more time than usual..
TL;DR;: This is an OCD new mom, living with a bf that doesn’t understand. He thinks that he’s helping but it’s like a drop in the bucket to her. Her is me, this is about my life.