This is a long post. I have a friend, who now I can't stand his guts. He claims to have cared about me. Let's call him (S) For context, the reason I hate him is because when someone (let's call him H) we both know was going around disparaging and pretty much ended a friendship with me simply because I told H I felt like I had to choke things down. Which I believe to be true as often H would invalidate my feelings. Well that was too much for H to hear (snowflake!).
Well H told S about it in a way that trashed my name, as well as other people. S knew H was talking bad about me, yet didn't do anything to stop it. I lost friendships that I care about because of this. Had he told me that H was going around being a whiny brat, things may have had a better outcome.
Well ffw to the present, I saw him with some of my friends. I was like "look, it's the jacka** who allowed someone to ruin my life" and "f*ck this POS". A few of my friends were telling him to go f off, antagonizing him.
When we asked why, I said bc you allowed a crybaby to disparage me without telling me until months later. And I also told him, that if he talks to me or any of my friends, we'll have problems.
NOw I also admit, I wasn't perfect when it came to H. I made some mistakes for sure. But I feel that I didn't act in ways that I deserved to have my life ruined. And neither did H. But, I kept the drama between us to myself, H didn't. So I believe that was extremely shitty.
This is long as it is, so I'm not going to go into specifics, you can PM me. Just tell me, AITAH?

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

hi so i have offers for both birmingham and bristol and im so stuck on which to pick so i would be very grateful if anyone could help me or if any medical students from either of these could give their opinion.
so bristol was always my first choice because its the closest to me (i live in wales) but i didn’t think i would get an offer because i felt my interview went quite badly so i started looking more at birmingham my second choice. i visited an offer holder day for birmingham and had a look at accommodation and i really liked it all. then bristol gave me an offer the day before their last offer holder day so i wasnt able to attend and i emailed them asking if i could visit another time and they pretty much said no but you can come to the next open day which wasn’t very helpful as i went to the open day last year.
the main thing that is putting me off bristol is the accommodation-i read about how to fulfill their accommodation guarantee some students had to live in newport! which is crazy. but also in general i have read that accommodation in bristol is limited and expensive so people have to have their accommodation sorted very early in the year to have a good chance which i feel puts a lot of stress on finding a good group of friends early on which is not guaranteed to happen.
the main issue with birmingham is that it is further away (not by too much but in terms of train prices and journey times when there’s lots of traffic on a friday night for example there is quite a difference i think) i am in a long term relationship with my boyfriend and i would really like to continue with it in university which i know a lot of people would probably say it’s not possible but we both really want to try. so if i went to birmingham we would still try to make it work but it would put more of a strain on our relationship than if i went to bristol.
if anyone could help me it would be much appreciated because i need to make this decision soon otherwise i risk missing deadlines

Genocide Reigns
(note: I'm an indie game developer making an action/horror title called Phantasphere. This story is a spin off set in the same universe)
Year 2480X Ryze County Police Department
He's coming. The ensuing panic spread like a virus infecting all present with symptoms of looming dread. Officers worked steadfast to prepare also taking what time remained to train the few combat hardened civilians whom had fled to the station earlier. If only they knew. This demon that presented itself as a man had led a string of senseless massacres across the country. Only recently had it begun to prioritize police stations and army bases as a means of breaking the will of civilians who knew they would be next. Officers from several counties across the states were transferred here for this last stand. This Genocide must not continue. Gracia checked her pistol. Some 20 bullets remained. "I can do this", she thought, "I have to". She had dealt with similar cases before. Some poor soul is overtaken by some inextricably evil force and makes it their life's work to propagate death. Gracia had killed quite a few already. Live arrests weren't always possible. Beyond saving, careful interrogations of the scarce live catches yielded a startling connection. These killers all alluded to a well of overwhelming hatred and despair that consumed them after making eye contact with...Pale, black eyed entities. Some type of demon? Ghost maybe? The idea seemed nonsensical, but there was evidence nonetheless that some outside force was using them to fulfill some unknown purpose. At the present time, all they could do was stop the killers after they had killed. It was always too late by then and more would appear randomly elsewhere. What good could be done here in an isolated station hoping to stop one guy out of possibly hundreds? "The guy we're waiting for is different from the others," detective Evans spoke from the center of a crowd nearby. Gracia moved in closer. "The others typically strike from the shadows, hide their faces behind masks, and prefer to get up close and personal with their victims. What we're dealing with is on a completely different scale. The trail of bloodshed this guy leaves is too difficult for the media to cover up. He loves the spectacle. Headlining the news. We can't keep using the burst pipeline excuse for 6 stations being destroyed in a row. We have to stop him before the world at large finds out. You wonder why we need so many people here? Its simple. We're gonna out-man this one man. He always attacks stations through the front door. Like other killers he's fast, strong- you know the usual, but he also uses guns." "What!", a voice rang out from the crowd. "They aren't supposed to do that!" another gasped. Officer Lary spoke with a cheesy grin" Ya tellin' me we just gotta deal with a regular ass gunman eh? That's a welcome change of pace init? Heck I'm too old to be running around being chased like I'm in some scary movie". The detective rebutted" You don't get it. He uses guns. Not a handgun, not rifles, not boom sticks, not rpgs, not knives not grenades but ALL of them. He uses guns. Plural. It'll take essentially an army to match his arsenal. He used to be a man named -redacted-, but in his pursuit of chaos he has become Genocide." A dark form manifests from the night outside the station. Genocide is coming.
Bang! something slams into the front door. Everyone freezes. Officer Tatum edges slowly to it, shockgun in hand. By no means lethal, the shockgun was lighter, easy to control, and could stun targets temporarily. If Genocide was here, Tatum could stun him and duck for cover leaving the station free to light him up like a Christmas tree. That was the plan they came up with. He got closer to the glass door and peered outside. He was met with hate filled bloodshot eyes framed by an unkempt beard and wild straggly hair. Tatum felt some relief. He knew the man outside. It was Jim Jimenez. Jim was a former drug dealer turned informant. He was found out and had to flee from his old life. He became homeless, hiding in plane sight. This allowed him safety at the cost of his mental health. Tatum knew the man, but those eyes were not his. Tatum blinked and saw that the look of malice had vanished. What he instead saw was a helpless, wounded man, bleeding from the right arm pleading for help. Tatum looked behind Jim, eyeing the empty lot. The coast seemingly clear Tatum unlocked the door and let Jim in. Jim had been roaming the town looking for shelter and tried squatting in an abandoned looking apartment complex. There he found that the building contained several murdered families some succumbing to gunshots but the majority having met their end to fire and suffocation. Jim had decided to make his way to the station to tell police what happened and met trouble on the way. He described getting stabbed by a man wearing a trench coat with long dark hair. Despite the injuries, Jim could move surprisingly well and seemed to ignore the pain. Jim insisted that the man had spared him on the condition he deliver a message. "What message?" Tatum asked. Jim beckoned him to come closer. Tatum leaned in and Jim whispered, "Tell them. Tell them that Genocide is coming closer." The following events were a blur. Jim had concealed the knife he was stabbed with. He stabbed Tatum 4 times in the chest and wrestled his shockgun away. Using Tatum as a shield, Jim engaged everyone in the lobby. Jim wasn't himself. He was stronger. He was faster. He was tactical. He would stun an officer in place only to stab them and use their as a body shield. No one could get a clear shot without hitting a colleague. Gracia watched the scene unfold. In minutes Jim had acquired a magnum from the holster of one of his victims. In seconds 3 officers had their heads exploded. The magnum rounds coated the walls red with those they hit and stained the clothes of those they missed. Gracia felt fear rising in her chest. She calmed herself and tried to think. She saw the bodies on the ground. The blood. She saw how dismissively Jim stepped over them. Like they were nothing. Like trash. She saw the man firing erratically into groups of people, not so much to kill but as to cause panic. That's it! As Gracia contemplated her next move it hit her. She was knocked backwards and landed on the ground. She weakly clutched her chest. Her breathing grew shallow. Jim mad his way deeper into the station. The officers were retreating from their standoff. Jim stepped over her body and saw red staining her uniform. Just another casualty. He moved on. At this point the civilians began panicking. Everyone gave up trying to save their allies and fired blindly at the madman. "Don't shoot the messenger," Jim laughed as he stripped his latest meat shield of an automatic rifle. Detective Evans took cover behind an overturned desk. To his left Larry struggled to light a cigar. "You still think this is a cakewalk?" Evans shouted firing 2 quick shots from his gun before ducking back down. Lary lost hold of his lighter and it clattered on the ground." Crap." He reached for it and looked in the corner of the room. A mirror. He looked at it for what seemed like ages and his smirk returned " Y'know that mex'n gal with the short hair. Where is she? I didn't see her get shot." Evans glanced a peak at Jim spraying lead in all directions. Behind him was a corpse. Evans blinked. It seemed to be getting closer. Its her. Gracia painstakingly inched her way into Jim's blind spot. She was roughly 6 feet away from him. Flanking him seemed like a brilliant idea but waiting idly by for the right moment as the people around her died filled her with anger. Worse still, she had to steal a blood soaked shirt from one of the deceased officers to keep up the facade. Inching ever so steadily she mad it within 3 feet of Jim. She reached behind her belt and unclipped a pair of handcuffs. Screams could be heard as more people were hit. Gracia couldn't wait any longer. Fluidly she got to her feet and rushed Jim. She kicked the back of his knee causing him to stumble as she put the handcuffs on him. Figuratively. The handcuffs were around Jim's neck. She yanked him back causing his gun to drop. "You don't know what you're doing." Jim spat. "We all need to accept it. The end of days is upon us. Death rides his horse through these forsaken lands. We must serve or be sacrificed in turn. Accept it!"He elbowed Gracia in the ribs causing her to let go. He spun around and lunged at her. She landed on her back, Jim steadily choking her. Gracia thought fast. She couldn't struggle. Jim was too strong. She delivered a precise chop to the center of Jim's neck which was exposed. Jim lurched back to catch his breath. A clean shot. A bullet pierced through Jim's back. Weakened, Gracia rolled him over and began punching him repeatedly using the handcuffs as brass knuckles. The sound of Jim's skull cracking echoed through the station. This would go on for nearly 20 seconds before Gracia stopped, checked his pulse, confirmed Jim was still alive, then finally put the cuffs on Jim's wrists.
Click. Bodies are wrapped and moved to a makeshift storage room. Click. The available weapons are gathered and redistributed. Click. Officers are assigned to sniping positions on neighboring buildings. Click. Police cruisers circle the lot outside. Click. In the holding cell, Jim opens his eyes. Click. Lary flicks his lighter. Click. Gracia sips coffee from a paper cup. Click. Shells hit the ground at the feet of Genocide. Click. Genocide walks outside a cafe and looks at the station in the distance. Click. Lary clicks his lighter.
"All ya'll gon' fall," Jim ranted." You can't drain the ocean. You can't put out the sun. Evil will always exist. That there Genocide is proof . I saw him. Saw myself within his eyes. Saw the evil in me that I could no longer try to hide. He taught me to embrace the darkness within. Its in all of us begging to be let out. Can you hear it!" Lary clicked his lighter and got up from his chair. He grabbed a cup of liquor from another officer mid sip and walked over to Jim. He doused it on Jim, the liquid stinging his open wounds. Jim yelped. Across the station, radios blurred to life. Several of their lookouts on the outside had been killed. "He's gon' get ya," Jim smiled imitating Lary's signature grin. "Genocide! Genocide! Genocide!" The other inmates saw the chance to irritate Lary and joined in all shouting in unison,"Ge-No-Cide! Ge-No-Cide! Ge-No-Cide!" The chanting grew louder. Unbearable. They invoked upon the name of the beast, and so it came.
Genocide is upon us. A wave of dread spread across the officers. They could feel its presence. Gracia knew the sensation. The awful aura that the other killers gave off. This was different. Far more oppressive. She struggled to breathe as the air got colder. Her instincts screamed for her to run. She could only imagine what the others were going through. Its time. Across the lot Genocide stood. A siren blared over the intercom. "Everyone get into positions!" Evans yelled. Wayne finished setting the last of the c4 near the station entrance. "That's the last of them. Have remote triggers set around all the major hallways. I'll be in the security room ready to pull the switch." Wayne acted as an explosives expert. His job was to detonate bombs placed throughout the station to slow down Genocide should it enter the building. He would stay in the security room, monitoring the cameras and giving real time updates on the officers' positions. From the holding cell, inmates chanted for Genocide. Lary got off his phone" That bastard mixed us up. How did we not notice?" Evans asked what he meant. Lary, dumbfounded, said that most of the town was already dead. Genocide had broken his usual pattern. He went on a killing spree across a defenseless town BEFORE attacking the police station. They had let everyone down. The people they swore to protect. This Genocide was a monster, but he was still a man. Capable of learning from his past actions. Planning. Adapting. It wasn't in his style to stealthily kill his victims or even use a silencer on any of his guns, but an exception had been made for tonight. An exception that would cost them. Gracia was stationed on the second floor. She peered out the window. Her heart skipped a beat. Two cruisers made slow donuts patrolling the lot and standing unmoving between them was a man all in black. Gracia called in to Wayne asking if he saw anything outside. Wayne said the monitors were all clear then checked again. He cursed. He noticed small details were off. The cameras showing the outside of the station were wrong. Sure they showed the same scenery and weather but cars passed by on screen too frequently for a dead town. Too many to make sense for the quarantine they had set in place. Wayne concluded that the cameras had been hacked. Different prerecorded footage was being shown on the live feed to misdirect them. Gracia saw the man look up at her. A light rain started to fall. The officers patrolling outside were contacted. From the holding cells, inmates called for genocide.

I (30M) am interested in a 23F. This started when my friend mentioned me while talking to her and sent some pictures, to which she replied that I was good looking. So he sent me some of her pictures, with her telling him to send me some concrete pictures and I told him she was gorgeous and that if she was interested he could give her my phone number. So he did and she wrote me in WhatsApp. To clarify, I've only talked to her in WhatsApp and she is the best friend of my friend's girlfriend.
We started to talk and have good conversation. I was told by my friend that this girl broke up two months ago after a two year relationship but my friend asked me the first day already if I'd like to have a romantic relationship with her, while she has stated in numerous times since then that she needs time to heal from that break up. That first day I talked to her about this circumstance and told her that I didn't bother to chat with her and that I didn't want to speed up anything.
But after a week or so I was uncomfortable with the situation because my friend was asking everyday "how it's going with her" or insisting that I talk to her after a one day absence while I wasn't seeing any signals from here that she was attracted to me so I told her that my friend had messes up things and that maybe we shouldn't chat further. She got mad and blocked me but my friend talked with both, convinced me that she was interested in me, so she unblocked me and we continued to talk.
After that, we continued to talk for another week and I started to like her more. But when she asked me to send her my reactions to her pictures from the first day, she just replied "thanks you". She didn't make me any compliment and eventually changed the subject of the conversation. She was still talking to my friend about me and sending him some of our conversation screenshots.
That made me a bit angry so I told her that she could be confident with me and that she didn't have to tell everything to my friend. I also tell her that I was told by my friend that she was attracted to me but I wasn't being given any signals by her of this. She insisted that she was post break-up and that she wasn't going to simply fall in love.
I talked to my friend and his girlfriend and they told me that I needed to go slowly but I replied that I was doing that from the start, but that I needed something to keep me interested in that possible relationship and that I was knowing of all that supposed interested by her from what he was telling me, not directly by her.
They tried to convince me of her interest by telling me that she wouldn't have unblocked me the previous time if she wasn't interested, or chatting me everyday when she works Mon-Sat during almost all day. Or about her will to meeting me in person. I told them that I was going to continue talking to her but that I'd lose romantic interest if time passes without any signals from her.
So I decided to continue chatting with her and so I did. More than a week after that, I chat with her more than before and I think we're develop in trust and good feeling but I don't see any signals of that supposed attraction or interest in having a romantic relationship with me. Talking about favourite colors she took the chance to send me some groul pictures with her and he again replied my moderate compliments with "thanks you". I sent her some group pictures where I was present and she didn't say anything about my appearance and also changed the subject of the conversation.
This girl continuously talks about her best friend's relationship and all her boyfriend does for his friend. She is very close to her friend and they share everything. She mentioned his ex boyfriend negatively a few times as well , as her break up was a very bad one as she was cheated on by her ex. There has been always the conversation about meeting me in person but she doesn't have much time, she uses to spend her only free day in the week with her family.
So now I'm wondering what she really wants because some of my friends are telling me that my friend has been confusing things and that she probably only sees me as a colleague while my friend keeps talking about that possible relationship and her supposed interest in having one with me.
She cried when I was talking about stopping talking with her and she has a personalized background in our conversation in WhatsApp with her profile picture with a song about finding light in a new person after darkness. She always answers very fast and message by message to me and has developed a lot of confidence because she has told me some personal experiences and private things about her best friend etc.
So what does she want?

Hello all, I’m a non-EU citizen currently living in the Netherlands. My friends and I would like to rent a car in Paris to travel somewhere in France but I don’t have a credit card to provide as a deposit. All I have a is a Maestro debit card. I do have a VISA international debit card but that doesn’t have my name. Do you have any suggestions or any specific sites that allow without a credit card?
I’m the only one that has a license and is it possible for my friends to give their card as a deposit instead of mine? Please advice.
Thanks

Like America have public criminal record, which if very good. You can actually type someone’s name and can see if he/she was in prison, has criminal records etc. There is not such a thing here in Europe ( at least not in my country). I cant look if my future partner killed someone, was in jail for drugs etc, domestic abuse etc. So my question is do you guys check background of your partners ( boyfriend, girlfriend) or other people ( like new friend, neighbours etc)? How common is this?
Thanks!

Growing up, I found myself drawn into the world of pornography like so many others. Initially, it seemed harmless, just a way to satisfy curiosity or pass the time. However, over time, I realized the detrimental impact it was having on my life.
Pornography distorted my view of sexuality, creating unrealistic expectations and fueling a cycle of addiction. I found myself constantly seeking more extreme content to achieve the same level of arousal, all the while feeling ashamed and isolated.
It wasn't until I hit rock bottom that I realized I needed to make a change. I reached out for help, seeking support from friends, family, and professionals. Through therapy and support groups, I began to understand the underlying issues driving my addiction and learned healthier coping mechanisms.
It wasn't easy. There were setbacks and moments of doubt, but with determination and support, I slowly reclaimed control of my life. I rediscovered the beauty of genuine human connection, the joy of intimacy rooted in respect and love rather than fantasy.
Today, I stand before you as someone who has overcome the grip of pornography. I'm not defined by my past struggles, but rather by the strength and resilience I've found in overcoming them. And I want others to know that they can do the same.
If you're struggling with pornography addiction, know that you're not alone and that it's okay to ask for help. Reach out to trusted friends or family members, seek support from therapists or support groups, and take steps to reclaim control of your life.
You deserve to experience authentic connections, meaningful relationships, and a healthy view of sexuality. It won't be easy, but it will be worth it. Believe in yourself, lean on others for support, and know that a brighter future awaits beyond the shadows of addiction.

Hi, I need your advice, a year ago I became a mother and my mother came to visit us, one day we went out together and she wanted to hold the child, I want to mention that she is 70 years old with not too strong eyes, at one point I had to cross a street where the sidewalk was under construction and we didn't have very good visibility for the cars, I told her to give me the child so we could cross the street safely, at which point she "ran away" "with the child. Of course, I got scared and spoke a little more aggressively saying that what she was doing was not ok, at that moment she told me that I am crazy, and she gave me the child saying that she would never put her hands on my child outside... Got home, I wanted to clarify and she didn't want to talk anymore, the rest of the days she stayed with me she behaved with me as if I didn't exist. It's been almost a year since she left and she didn't want to talk with my anymore. Today, it made me write. She called me and when I answered told me that the call was a mistake because she wanted to call her friend (have the se name) and hung up. I tried in this year to fix this issue a few times, but her answer is always “There is no problem” and she carried on with no talking.

If you already didn't know who j0nathan is, then he's arguably one of the most reliable leakers when it comes to Assassin's Creed (only second behind Tom Henderson, imo), and has shared multiple leaks in the past back when the game still used to be known as Codename Red.
Just a little over an hour ago, he posted a new video about Shadows.
STORY DETAILS:

• Yasuke: j0nathan expands a bit more on his backstory. He starts off as a slave on a ship (deviation from bodyguarding a Jesuit in lore?). Said ship is invaded by a group of men (I'm assuming random pirates) and everyone—including his wife—is killed, and he's left for dead for days before he's found and brought to a temple in Japan. There, he learns about the samurai while in the service of Oda Nobunaga.
  
• Corroborates an earlier leak of Hattori Hanzō. j0nathan speculates we'll get to see his death happen since he historically dies in 1597.
  
• Naoe: Just a repeat of his earlier tweet about her name and backstory about the Order (has to be the Templars, not the Ancients) killing her father (even adds her entire family being added to that in the new video), and that pushes her to join the shinobi/Assassins (he actually says it's unclear to him about whether or not it's join or create, but it has to be join since the shinobi were already active for 200+ years).
  

j0nathan then spends the next few minutes talking about the cryptic code Ubisoft posted, but he hasn't said anything new. He then talks about the cinematic trailer for a bit, but Google Translate is so shoddy that I couldn't tell just what exactly he was talking about, only something about the Japanese countryside shown in the snippet Ubisoft shared.
Prices:

• j0nathan then talks about a a post made by Twitter user Ubisoft_Frax (was this the same guy who originally leaked the Shadows name change?) about some of the prices in the game.

Assassin’s Creed Shadows - Prices ——
Season Pass - $/€40
Welcome Pack (4200 Helix) - $/€35
Expansion 1 - $/€25
Expansion 2 - $/€25
—-Currency Packs—-
500 Helix - $/€5
1050 Helix - $/€10
2300 Helix - $/€20
4200 Helix - $/€35
6600 Helix - $/€5”
There's also another post about the game's base price being $59.99, but j0nathan speculates it's just the price on PC since "it's always a little cheaper than on console".

If you already didn't know who j0nathan is, then he's arguably one of the most reliable leakers when it comes to Assassin's Creed (only second behind Tom Henderson, imo), and has shared multiple leaks in the past back when the game still used to be known as Codename Red.
Just a little over an hour ago, he posted a new video about Shadows.
STORY DETAILS:

• Yasuke: j0nathan expands a bit more on his backstory. He starts off as a slave on a ship (deviation from bodyguarding a Jesuit in lore?). Said ship is invaded by a group of men (I'm assuming random pirates) and everyone—including his wife—is killed, and he's left for dead for days before he's found and brought to a temple in Japan. There, he learns about the samurai while in the service of Oda Nobunaga.
  
• Corroborates an earlier leak of Hattori Hanzō. j0nathan speculates we'll get to see his death happen since he historically dies in 1597.
  
• Naoe: Just a repeat of his earlier tweet about her name and backstory about the Order (has to be the Templars, not the Ancients) killing her father (even adds her entire family being added to that in the new video), and that pushes her to join the shinobi/Assassins (he actually says it's unclear to him about whether or not it's join or create, but it has to be join since the shinobi were already active for 200+ years).
  

j0nathan then spends the next few minutes talking about the cryptic code Ubisoft posted, but he hasn't said anything new. He then talks about the cinematic trailer for a bit, but Google Translate is so shoddy that I couldn't tell just what exactly he was talking about, only something about the Japanese countryside shown in the snippet Ubisoft shared.
Prices:

• j0nathan then talks about a a post made by Twitter user Ubisoft_Frax (was this the same guy who originally leaked the Shadows name change?) about some of the prices in the game.

Assassin’s Creed Shadows - Prices ——
Season Pass - $/€40
Welcome Pack (4200 Helix) - $/€35
Expansion 1 - $/€25
Expansion 2 - $/€25
—-Currency Packs—-
500 Helix - $/€5
1050 Helix - $/€10
2300 Helix - $/€20
4200 Helix - $/€35
6600 Helix - $/€5”
There's also another post about the game's base price being $59.99, but j0nathan speculates it's just the price on PC since "it's always a little cheaper than on console".

Introduction & Disclaimer

Good evening all. I've been playing for about a month now, but I've had a lot of experience with the Fallout series previously. After starting off my FO76 adventure with a shotgun build, then a pistol build, but I was having problems with some of the mechanics.
Essentially, I am disabled. I have a degenerative disease and articulating my hands at times is a bit of nightmare. For this reason, VATs and some of the other mechanics in FO76 for me is not ideal.
I've been playing around with this build for about two weeks, and the results have been staggering. I'm currently just below level 100, and even without all the perks I am about to list, I'm having a lot of fun.
I've not actually finished this build to completion yet on my own character (I have all of the perks listed, but not at the max level). I've had a few people PSN asking me what I was running as I was keeping up with some bloodied builds that were several hundred levels higher than me. In some cases, out DPSing them with only the first couple of stages of the "core" perks. Daily Ops and expeditions have been a breeze since switching to this build, and I'm never looking back!
That being said, I would highly encourage tailoring this build for your own needs and make adjustments where suitable (or desired).

Core Components

Essentially the core components of the build are as follows:

• A Plasma flamer with the "Vampire's" legendary effect.
• Various damage reduction perks, and perks that improve the player's survivability.
• Various damage buffing perks that apply negative effects as well as increase damage output.

Armour, while useful, the specifics are somewhat irrelevant. I personally run bolstering gear, but feel free to use something else such as unyielding, etc.

Gameplay

Mechanics-wise, your job is to charge in to the centre of combat and essentially use your plasma flamer against groups of enemies. This may sound challenging, but it's generally just a case of holding down the right trigger on large groups of enemies (short bursts on single enemies to conserve cartridges).
Your plasma flamer with the "Vampire's" effect essentially will keep you alive the more you use it. Make sure you break away from enemies, or get a friend to cover you, when you need to reload as this is when you're vulnerable.
As your Plasma flamer has a high rate of fire, all of the perks I'll be going on to list are continuously running the chance to trigger per shot, or re-applying the timers.
There has been times during expeditions and daily ops where I've seen guys in Power Armour go down, while I'm holding my own against a horde of enemies without too much effort.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L

I would recommend the following S.P.E.C.I.A.L as a base:
Strength: 3 Perception: 12 Endurance: 6 Charisma: 6 Intelligence: 9 Agility: 10 Luck: 10

Legendary Perks

I would recommend the Luck, Agility and Endurance legendary perks, with Taking One for the Team. As mentioned earlier, your job is essentially "charge in, tank everything, survive" so some of the more offensive perks aren't necessary.

Perks

So, this is essentially the "meat" of the build. I'm not going to explain the effects of each perk, as the wiki does a better job of that than I could ever hope to word, but I will highlight anything of note relating the perks where appropriate.
For Strength, you need to have Blocker (3).
For Perception, Commando (3), Expert Commando (3), Master Commando (3) and Tank Killer (3) I would say are pretty essential.
For Endurance, I would say Adamantium Skeleton (3) and Fireproof (3) are very important for survivability. I would put the remaining points into perks that suit your playstyle, I am using Aquaboy and Lifegiver personally.
For Charisma, I would get Tenderizer (3) and Suppressor (3) as these will keep your teamates alive during group content, by weakening the capability of your enemies.
For Intelligence, Science (2), Expert Science (2), Master Science (2) and Batteries Included (3) are a must. You need the extra damage and the ability to craft mods for your Plasma guns. You're also going to be carrying a ton of plasma cartridges and the weight reduction makes a massive difference to inventory management.
For Agility, Evasive (3), Adrenaline (5), Dodgy (3) and Action Boy (3). Feel free how to use the last point how you want, but you want to have high AP for Dodgy to be able up a lot of the time.
For Luck, Bloody Mess (3), Serendipity (3), Tormentor (3), Ricochet (3) and Scrounger (3) I'd say are very important. Most of these are self-explanatory, but Ricochet appears to work with the legendary effect of the gun you are holding, meaning more heals! Scrounger will also keep your flamer topped up and ready to go, as you will literally be burning through ammo.

Perk TLDR Summary

Damage:

• 15% flat damage bonus.
• Energy weapons have a 30% damage bonus.
• 60% damage increase from automatic rifles.
• Shots ignore 36% of armour and have a 9% chance to stagger.
• Your rifle attacks have a 15% chance of crippling a limb.
• Gain 10% (max 60%) damage for 30s per kill. Timer refreshes on another kill.

Defence:

• Targets receive 10% more damage for 10 seconds after you attack.
• Targets deal 30% less damage for 2 seconds after you attack.
• Each AGI point adds +3 Damage and Energy Resist (Max 45). (No Power Armor)
• Avoid 30% of incoming damage at the cost of 30 Action Points per hit.
• 45% reduced damage from melee.
• While below 35% health, gain a 45% chance to avoid damage.
• You no-longer take limb damage.
• 45% less damage from explosions and flame attacks.
• Gain a 18% chance to deflect back some of enemies' ranged damage. (No PvP)

Utility:

• 80% chance to find extra ammo when you "Search" an ammo container.

Enclave Plasma Gun vs Plasma Gun

So, the Enclave Plasma Gun is certainly slightly better than the regular one. That being said, it's somewhat irrelevant in the context of this build. I would recommend getting a regular "Vampire's" legendary plasma gun BEFORE attempting to get an Enclave version.
The Enclave versions are a lot harder to source, and as a result they're also harder to get the mods for. Worry about this another day.

Closing Thoughts

I'm sorry for the length! I hope the following helps. After being asked about it a couple of times while playing, as well as seeing some conversations over the last few days relating to Plasma gun flamers, I just thought this may be of use to some of the newer players who may be in a similar position.

Hello all, I’m a non-EU citizen currently living in the Netherlands. My friends and I would like to rent a car in Paris to travel somewhere in France but I don’t have a credit card to provide as a deposit. All I have a is a Maestro debit card. I do have a VISA international debit card but that doesn’t have my name. Do you have any suggestions or any specific sites that allow without a credit card?
I’m the only one that has a license and is it possible for my friends to give their card as a deposit instead of mine? Please advice.
Thanks

Hello my name is Omar and I'm from New Jersey ,USA. I am a 23 year old and I'm looking to make some foreign friends (: I love making friends from different countries and getting to know their way of life and culture.
I love wrestling, soccer (yes I know it's called football lol), swimming, weightlifting and video games. I also am learning how to cook more often and I like to bake too. I also like to work on my own car that I call Blue Bonita
Usually I'm watching WWE and maybe some AEW, and with football usually premier league or MLS. (Manchester City fan ;) )
I have a PS5 and mainly just play WWE, FIFA, Call of duty and hitman (:
I am Hispanic, with a Mexican heritage although I was born in the US. I am usually shy but I can talk a lot sometimes. I am very introverted and like to have minimal friends as possible. I speak English fluently and Spanish almost fluently.
I love to listen to Reggaeton, Bachata, Salsa, a little bit of rap and r&b. Maybe a tiny bit of pop ;D
I'm a chatterbox and I love to talk a lot and about anything.
I love cats and I have 3 of them. Though I'm fond of every type of pet.
If you'd like to chat or possibly become my friend, don't hesitate to message me (:

I'd been wanting to play this since high school (I'm 38 now) but never really had the chance or time. Recently, my wife finally found a group looking for new beginners for their DnD campaign. I got excited and I was really looking forward to it, so I started reading DnD manuals, and watched many videos. The idea of a game that relied on imagination and creativity sounded cool and resonated with me, being your average Tolkien, Star Wars and horror fan. So, I got everything ready, studied the game, and when the day finally came... it sucked. Is this really it? I said. Maybe it was because the players were younger than me and the humor more like teenage high school stuff (guys there were 25 - 30ish though). The game itself wasn’t fun at all. It seemed more like an excuse to hang out with friends (which is cool), but the game was boring. I honestly expected something more "serious" or "strategic."
I thought there’d be this deep, immersive experience where I'd get to be really creative and strategic, but it just felt random and improvised. The other players were goofing off, and the whole thing just felt pointless. Looking back, I'm sure it was fault for having unrealistic expectation for hoping for this epic, mind-blowing adventure, but all the mystery and novelty of DnD disappeared in minutes. Eventually, I got fed up and told them my wife needed me at home. I'm never playing again.

I apologize for this being long, but I badly need some advice. For context, I just recently graduated nursing school, and in the past two years (on and off), I had a crush on this guy in my class. We never had a conversation, but we have mutual friends.
I was invited to a graduation party the day after graduation, and he was there. The party started off with everyone eating and getting to know each other. I made some small talk with him along with other people. Then, we get to drinking. He and I talked about our culture (we’re both of the same ethnicity) and our trips to our country. He also shared some pictures about stuff that happened during his trips.
Our friends began to sing karaoke in the living room and were taking turns. They all teased me to go up and sing, him included. I can hear him saying, “Go up there!” I made a comment about how terrible I am at singing, and he goes “Have you been listening to me?”
We then got to drinking some more. My friend brought in jack and coke and was preparing it with my crush. I told them I never drank that before, and he gave me his drink to try (which he took a sip out of already, and I, of course, drank it after he offered lmao). When my friend brought in more drinks, he gave me some more pointers with drinking.
We decided to take some pictures, and he laughed at me when I wanted to retake them (he has also laughed at me some throughout the night about some stuff I said and did). He asked for my socials, which I said I did not have, but I got his number instead so that he can send the photos.
We got to drinking some more, and I felt bold enough to converse with him alone. It was a good conversation about our futures and plans post college. Throughout the conversation, it felt a bit more than friendly, a slightly flirtatious tone, and we were smiling at each other a lot. Towards the end of the night, he sang more karaoke, and we made some passing comments until he left.
There are some reasons as to why I am being hesitant to send him a text. For one, I found out from him that he is traveling to our home country in July and moving out to go into the navy in either August/September. He will be interning at a hospital that I will also be working at until he leaves (different departments though). That will leave little time for a relationship, but I am open to short term. Second, a couple of my friends, he and I were talking about our types, and he says that he tends to go for a particular race (not ours) but is open to all types. I said that my type is guys in our racial group. In our little one to one conversation, he brings up how there is a city here in America that has a lot of people of our racial group and that I should consider looking into that city. In my head, I’m like I want you though lol.
So, with all this said, should I still send him a text? If or when I text him, I plan to start out subtle first, like asking him about orientation at the hospital or something? Or should I just let this all go and move on with my life?
TLDR: I talked to my crush for the first time at a graduation party, and we had good conversations throughout. He is traveling in July and plans to move out of our home town in August/September. I am unsure if I should still send him a text.

Spoilers for Dragon of Icespire peak below.
I absolutely adore this game for the emergent stories that just happen. Not the main quest or the side quests but just... stuff that happens when you lean into it.
We are playing Dragon of Icespire peak with a party of 3 (monk, barbarian, warlock) and a DMPC (wizard) since the adventure is balanced for 4.
Early on in the game, while traveling through the Neverwinter Woods, we encountered a boar. We decided to give it a wide berth since we really low level and I know that boars IRL are really deadly, but we did immediately wonder if it was some sort of shape changed creature spying on us.
Later, we clear out the lighthouse and during the fight the Anchorite turns into a boar. A link was forged.
Later again, when we were a bit higher level, we are in the woods again and we encounter that boar again, but this time it attacks us. We are now convinced it is a shape changer so we subdue it and tie it up to interrogate it (the warlock can cast Speak with Animal as a ritual).
Turns out it really was just a regular boar and his name is Titus and it was just guarding its territory. So we healed it up a bit and fed it and sent it on its way after convincing him we were not a threat.
We end up clearing out a mansion hidden in the woods with more boars, some of which were shape changed anchorites this time. We narrowly survive (I, the monk, am starting to hate Lightning bolt - I can't wait to get to lvl. 7 when I take half/no damage from them) and we stuff 2 of the actual boars into out bag of holding for food or for selling.
We go back to Falcon's Rest in the woods and get attacked by the avatar of Talos. This fight was wild, but who would come crashing out of the underbrush to assist? TITUS! *Cheer!*
He's still just a pig though, so he goes down quite quickly. This really lit a fire under our collective asses and we start mauling through the remaining Orcs to get to him and stabilize him, which we did.
After the fight we decide to bring him into the encampment to take care of him. The NPC's were so confused why we were eating one boar (from the bag of holding) but throwing valuable resources at another. But this is not just any boar, this is our friend Titus now, so of course we are going to save him.
He healed up enough overnight to be able to return to its territory the next day, and we all waved goodbye. And now we're plotting to make him our team mascot or 'pet', even though we don't have rangers or druids or anything like that. It was hilarious!
TL;DR: Encountered a boar in the woods. Thought it was a shape changer, turned out to really just be a pig. He's our friend now!

Kaya ba mag move on ng fully kung first love mo? Di ko alam saan magsstart sa kwento ko. Minsan hate ko siya pero minsan miss ko rin siya. Miss ko lang yung time na nakalimutan ko siya pero life really has its ways.
We were childhood friends. Nagkakilala kami ni “Justin” nung preschool palang. Tapos nagkacrush ako sa kanya noong elementary. Of course yung sa puppy love, kilig kilig. Noong nag highschool kami, magka-iba ma kami ng school. We lost touch for a while pero since we had a similar circle of childhood friends we started talking again nung mga 3rd year na kami. Yun we clicked. Exact same footing nung bata pa kami. We talked everyday before going to school and falling asleep. Nagkakamustahan tungkol sa friends at family pati na rin sa mga school work. Minsan din we help each other to answer our homework. Feel ko I really fell for him at 15. He seemed so perfect to me. He understood me and my silences. Parang I didn’t have to explain my soul to him because he just got it. We never went out together na kami lang pag weekends kasi admittedly I felt like hindi ko kaya so lagi akong tumatanggi. As in parang nagrarambol yung mga butterflies sa tiyan ko when im around him. Somehow, parang yung common sense ko nawawala. Lahat pinagusapan namin hanggang sa future and mga trips for summer kahit wala naman kami label. Di ko rin alam if he felt the same way kasi never naman din kami nagshare ng feelings namin na ganon sa isat isa. Oo, bobita talaga. We went on like this until 4th year na kami. Nung prom ko, I brought one of my best friends as my dates kasi nag promise kami nung bata pa kami na kami mag kasama sa prom. I didn’t think of it much kasi Justin naman din told me he and his friends were planning to fly out for a grad trip around that time so I thought wala ding point if I asked him to go with me to prom. The night of prom sinabi ng friend niya na he kind of thought I’d ask him to prom. Shucks di ko alam pano magreact so kinalimutan ko nalang. Ayun so parang medyo nag on-off na contact namin. When we reached the last half of 12th grade, we went back to where we left off pero deep inside alam ko na I shouldn’t make anything of this anymore. His friends would tease me about him when I’d pass them in the hallway. Tapos when I bumped into his bestfriend on a night out, tinanong niya kung ano kami ni Justin. Wala akong masagot so tumawa nalang ako at sinabi friends lang. One time nagkasama lahat kami ng mga friends namin from elementary for inuman, and that night he stuck close to me. Always walking right behind me kahit na nagpapaiwan ako from the group kasi ayaw kong makasama siya na kami lang. The whole time he was asking me about the guys I’ve talked to/dated in the past years. Our group was bar hopping and just so happens na madami akong friends na lumabas that night. So naghhi hello ako and he’d just stand right behind me. He asked me how I knew most of the boys. Tapos sabi oh friend of friends lang ganon. Actually that night talaga sobrang nagccringe ako sa sarili ko kasi in one of the bars we went to he asked me to cover his part eh I didn’t want to interact with him so much so I nodded my head and paid nalang. We went to another bar naman Tapos he sat beside me. I felt so uncomfortable kasi parang di na gagana utak ko kung magkatabi kami at padami na yung na iinom. Yun umuwi ako with a friend and the night ended at that. I told myself na dapat i-let go ko na yun kasi wala naman din mangyayari at nagiging bobo lang ako. So i started replying slower and slower till di na kami nag kausap ulit. Tapos nung mga last few weeks ng grade 12 nilapitan ako ng kabarkada niya tinanong niya yung nag-uusap ba daw kami ni Justin, bat daw di kami magtry, cute naman daw kami together, bigay niya daw number ni Justin sakin para magkausap kami ulit. Tumawa nalang ako at sinabi na wala friends lang naman din kami. Yun so it’s water under the bridge na. I went to college abroad and I left right after I graduated hs. While I was settling down in a new place, tinawagan ako ng bestfriend ko. Pagkatingin ko ng mukha sa screen si Justin pala. Tinanong niya kumusta ko at dahil emotional ako at mag-isa sa ibang bansa sabi ko wag na tayo mag usap kasi alam ko may kausap or girlfriend ka na ganon. Sabi niya no wala pero yun din a week later nagpost siya na sila na ng kinakausap niya. Ok lang naman strong naman po ako. So kinalimutan ko na siya tapos masaya na ako. A few times lang rin during college nag dm siya sakin asking if may bf ako ganon pero yun lang. Fast forward graduate na kami lahat ng college so lahat kami sa batch namin nag uwian sa hometown to catch up. Di kami nag pansinan buong night. Nilapitan niya nalang ako nung may mga kumakausap sakin na mga lalaki. Nainis ako dahil di ako makalandi well since lagi siya nangingistorbo tapos paulit ulit niya ako kinakamusta na parang gago. Alam ko wala naman siyang feelings sakin, lintik lang talaga minsan. May common friend kami na girl tapos sila yung magkasama at nagsasayawan the whole night except nung times na nagpapapansin siya. Yun lang after nalaman ko may nangyari pala between them dati. Gusto kong sabihin na wala akong pake at all pero sa totoo may konting pag-irap ng mata kasi close kami dati ng ate gorl mo. Yun pa sinabihan niya ako that night na gago si guy and all that bago kami pumunta sa inuman. Recently, pumunta sa current city ko yung close friend niya na guy na ka close ko rin. We met up a few times as friends. Yun lang after ng first meeting namin na stinory ng guy friend, lagi na siya nanonood and like sa mga story ko. Ginagago niya ba ako? Or gusto niya lang lagi akong maiinis sa kanya?
TLDR: bobo ako at minsan miss ko pa rin siya

Can you provide a list of consultants (grouped according to speciality) and their clinical addresses ? I know I can google any time but those are usually famous ones and appointments are late and waiting times are long. FB Fsd group has become an advertisement hub. Would really appreciate if someone can help in this regard. List of Allied/DHQ/Govt. General OPD room numbers and days would be a great help too.

Hello! I've been experimenting with the new Meta-Llama3-70b-Instruct model in Silly Tavern and it works great for solo characters. But when you convert it to a group and add another character.
Character A will try and speak as Character B. This can be solved by switching off Include Names in the Instruct Mode Template but then what happens is the characters lose track of who is who and don't retain any of their knowledge.
I am using Virt-io's SillyTavern presets for Roleplay-v1.8
https://huggingface.co/Virt-io/SillyTavern-Presets/tree/main/Prompts/LLAMA-3/v1.8
No other model struggles with group chats, but has anyone found a way to get it to work?

I get that a lot of people aren’t fans, and due to issues between hybe and ador as well as comparisons with baby monster the animosity has only grown. But I’ve noticed people only say protect minors if they like them and otherwise jump on the hate train. No 16 year old deserves to get that level of hate and try to protect her members from seeing everything people are bombing their lives with. I feel like people forget that idols have eating disorders and unalive themselves because of what people say about them.
I’m sure this post will attract negative attention but just remember idols are people regardless of whether you think they deserve to be famous If you wouldn’t want groups you love to be treated that way think before you comment. If you don’t like Hybe blast them not the group.
If you see this and want to help the girls stay strong mentally leave a nice comment on their Weverse or posts. Or if you were going to leave a hate comment think about saying nothing or using that time to support your favs instead.