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2024.05.16 14:49 BOOTLEGTOYCO 401k help
I'm trying to take money out of my 401k and my employer said I had to call the company that manages the funds..I call up there and they said my employer has power of the funds..I check my email and my contributions have been changed to 0% "per my request" I never said anything of the sort.. is this legal to change without my permission? Also my company puts in 3% and they said l'm not allowed to take that either..is it my money? Is it their money? How do I get my money? Super struggling right now just like the rest of the world and need a little financial security..unfortunately I have to resort to touching my 401k.
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2024.05.16 14:49 SHIR0YUKI Shiny living dex progress from an area I totally forgot about
 | Yo guys, back again with another update on my "shiny living dex", if you have no idea what I'm talking about or why I'm only doing final evos, you can check my first post submitted by SHIR0YUKI to pokemonradicalred [link] [comments] Anyways, if you saw my previous post where I spoke about the unexpected table encounter of viridian forest and was about to do pewter city next, hate to tell ya but I haven't done pewter city yet, because guess what? THERE WAS ANOTHER AREA! đ For those unaware, and I wouldn't blame you because I completely forgot about it as well, there is a gap in the fence just after the viridian forest exit gate. If you go through that gap, you have access to a small section of diglets cave, normally what you'd find in there is the thief TM, but horrifyingly for me I found a new encounter table with 16 NEW pokĂ©mon to shiny hunt đ Viridian forest was bad enough, but this was downright painful. My single longest hunt, shiny trapinch took somewhere around 2800+ encounters and shiny fatigue is a real thing. I nearly damn miss the bugger when he finally did pop up shiny because I was just in the zone of listening to music, pressing R on my controller and knocking out whatever popped up. I'm so glad at that very moment my sister decided to distract me with a question and I looked at the screen before just knocking out the damn shiny. The shiny gods definitely blessed me there after torturing me a little with that way too long hunt lol. Just in general, every shiny hunt took so long in this cave. My current plan now is to do pewter, the route east of pewter, then skip mount moon, battle misty to increase my level cap (my starter went over the cap and doesn't listen to me and other pokĂ©mon are getting scarily close) then pop back to mount moon and continue the hunt. Yes I'm aware each floor has a different encounter table for day and night with some overlap, although I'm not sure if this has more than the 33 shinies I needed from viridian forest. Wish me luck guys, I'm gonna need it. Good news by the way, I'm officially over 100 shinies! My current shiny count is 121!! By the way, favourite shinies of this small section of dig let's cave is (un)fortunately shiny trapinch and shiny noibat. I believe trapinch may be a custom? I'm not sure but his colouring doesn't look like what I remember. For noibat I just have no idea, never saw it's shiny as far as I can remember. Imgur link for shinies I've caught so far. |
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2024.05.16 14:46 izhalsey1214 Do PI check the real reason behind a clientâs request to look for someone that enable client to abuse them?
I came from an abusive household and I am 24 now planning to move abroad and go no contact with my parents who are planning to âhonorâ kill me. They are wealthy and have threatened me with sorts like hiring a PI to locate including my future family and kids. I do not want my fiancĂ© identity to be revealed and I do not want to be found. But my parents will for sure make a sob story and âcleanâ look to the PI that they might want to hire. Is there some sort of grounds where PI will decline to investigate on estranged adult kids?
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2024.05.16 14:46 Timely-Worldliness-3 Iâm starting to resent my ex after the fact and I hate it
If you want, you can see my previous very long post about our breakup for more details (this one will also probably be pretty long tbh). These are supposed to be writing exercises for my therapist. Everyoneâs comments along with a few therapy sessions made me realize how one sided our relationship was. Iâve been in much longer and more committed relationships than this one, and had much worse breakups all things considered. But Iâve never felt like this. I know that grief isnât a linear process. It comes in waves. However, Iâve always prided myself on being calm and collected even in the worst of times. I managed to hold it together pretty well when I lost my dad a year and a half ago, and worked through that in a healthy way. Why canât I do that now? Itâs been a month and a half. This should be so much smaller in the grand scheme of things.
I saw her yesterday at the grocery store, we were using self checkouts right next to each other. We ended up basically walking out together. I think she noticed me and just tried to pretend I didnât exist. I immediately felt sick to my stomach, with this mix of deep sadness and anger. It took everything I had not to fall apart right then and there. I couldnât eat dinner, and still managed to puke when I got home and then again in the middle of the night after waking up from a dream about us.
A realization that I had after my last post is how little she would compromise on things. A few of you that said that I was a doormat, and youâre right. I somehow let so many things slip that I shouldnât have. It was her first serious relationship, she wasnât used to having to compromise much. I gave her the benefit of the doubt. She asked so much of me, maybe too much, and I gave to her maybe too freely. But the few times that I asked things of her, sheâd almost always say no.
I wanted to watch Home Alone over Christmas. It was a tradition that I shared with my dad, some of my earliest memories are about that. I wanted to continue that tradition and I couldnât bring myself to do it alone, so I asked her to watch it with me. I explained how important it was. She refused, time after time, every stay at home date we had between Thanksgiving and New Years. She went on rants about how traditions are stupid, and how she hates movies about kids (yet we watched the Harry Potter movies at her request, the first few are made by the same people that made Home Alone). Itâs like she didnât even hear me asking for support when I needed her, she only heard that I was asking her to put up with something she didnât like for an hour and a half. On the other hand, I never said no to her.
This played out time and time again, in small and big ways. My mom was going to give us the money for our dream vacation to Ireland. All she wanted in return was a nice picture of us in front of something recognizably Irish, a castle or something. She was doing this incredibly nice thing for us, and just asked for that one thing. She just wanted to see me happy, traveling the world with the person I love, after having to give up the last 4 years of my life dealing with my dadâs illness (along with losing all of my grandparents and 2 uncles in the same timeframe) But my ex didnât like having her picture taken. She would put up with it for friends and family, but if I asked her? Never. We have 3 pictures together, all of which are shitty group photos with her friends. Canât even tell we were a couple.
Then thereâs the big thing that led to our breakup. She wanted me to anticipate her needs without her needing to say them. She hated when I asked how best to help her when she was struggling and overwhelmed, saying that I needed to show initiative. She talked a lot about âmental loadsâ and such. I tried to support her as much as possible (often doing too much, as many of you said), but sometimes Iâd miss the mark. Sheâd get so frustrated with me, and weâd sit down and talk things out. Sheâd tell me all of these things she needed from me, and I genuinely put in so much effort trying to work on it.
The only thing that I asked for in return is if I missed the mark, to please guide me to what she needed. I did it all the time for her, she was honestly awful at supporting me. If I was venting, had a bad day, all sheâd say was âIâm sorryâ, and pat me on the back like a puppy. No effort to dig deeper. No words of support or encouragement. Not even a kiss or a hug. I had to show her how I needed support. I never got mad or frustrated, I recognized this was something we had to communicate about and it was my job to open that communication.
So when weâd have those conversations about how she needed support, and she was asking all of these things of me that felt like mind reading, all I asked of her was to do what I did when she missed the mark. Just that one little thing to save our relationship. It was nothing compared to what she was asking from me, and it was for her own benefit. I put in the work, got us 80% of the way there. I knew I couldnât bridge the gap on my own. I begged her time and time again. But instead of listening and guiding me to what she needed, she did the exact opposite. Full silent treatment at the very first text of support from me because she wanted something more/different.
That refusal to compromise ruined everything. I know anger is part of the stages of grief, but Iâm just so angry all the time. I know you canât tell based off of what was said here and in my other post, she is genuinely a great person. She didnât do any of this maliciously. I donât believe that sheâs evil. But I canât help but to look at all the work I put in vs all the work that she put in, after being told that I wasnât doing enough while she was putting more effort into the relationship. Iâm sorry, but I donât see that effort from her. I donât even know if Iâm more angry at her or myself. Should have I been more proactive? Enforced stronger boundaries? Been more clear in what I needed from her? I donât know. Maybe I am just a doormat. I just know that I hate feeling like this. I donât want to be that guy thatâs angry and bitter about their ex, and Iâm terrified thatâs exactly what Iâm becoming.
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I saw her yesterday at the grocery store, we were using self checkouts right next to each other. We ended up basically walking out together. I think she noticed me and just tried to pretend I didnât exist. I immediately felt sick to my stomach, with this mix of deep sadness and anger. It took everything I had not to fall apart right then and there. I couldnât eat dinner, and still managed to puke when I got home and then again in the middle of the night after waking up from a dream about us.
A realization that I had after my last post is how little she would compromise on things. A few of you that said that I was a doormat, and youâre right. I somehow let so many things slip that I shouldnât have. It was her first serious relationship, she wasnât used to having to compromise much. I gave her the benefit of the doubt. She asked so much of me, maybe too much, and I gave to her maybe too freely. But the few times that I asked things of her, sheâd almost always say no.
I wanted to watch Home Alone over Christmas. It was a tradition that I shared with my dad, some of my earliest memories are about that. I wanted to continue that tradition and I couldnât bring myself to do it alone, so I asked her to watch it with me. I explained how important it was. She refused, time after time, every stay at home date we had between Thanksgiving and New Years. She went on rants about how traditions are stupid, and how she hates movies about kids (yet we watched the Harry Potter movies at her request, the first few are made by the same people that made Home Alone). Itâs like she didnât even hear me asking for support when I needed her, she only heard that I was asking her to put up with something she didnât like for an hour and a half. On the other hand, I never said no to her.
This played out time and time again, in small and big ways. My mom was going to give us the money for our dream vacation to Ireland. All she wanted in return was a nice picture of us in front of something recognizably Irish, a castle or something. She was doing this incredibly nice thing for us, and just asked for that one thing. She just wanted to see me happy, traveling the world with the person I love, after having to give up the last 4 years of my life dealing with my dadâs illness (along with losing all of my grandparents and 2 uncles in the same timeframe) But my ex didnât like having her picture taken. She would put up with it for friends and family, but if I asked her? Never. We have 3 pictures together, all of which are shitty group photos with her friends. Canât even tell we were a couple.
Then thereâs the big thing that led to our breakup. She wanted me to anticipate her needs without her needing to say them. She hated when I asked how best to help her when she was struggling and overwhelmed, saying that I needed to show initiative. She talked a lot about âmental loadsâ and such. I tried to support her as much as possible (often doing too much, as many of you said), but sometimes Iâd miss the mark. Sheâd get so frustrated with me, and weâd sit down and talk things out. Sheâd tell me all of these things she needed from me, and I genuinely put in so much effort trying to work on it.
The only thing that I asked for in return is if I missed the mark, to please guide me to what she needed. I did it all the time for her, she was honestly awful at supporting me. If I was venting, had a bad day, all sheâd say was âIâm sorryâ, and pat me on the back like a puppy. No effort to dig deeper. No words of support or encouragement. Not even a kiss or a hug. I had to show her how I needed support. I never got mad or frustrated, I recognized this was something we had to communicate about and it was my job to open that communication.
So when weâd have those conversations about how she needed support, and she was asking all of these things of me that felt like mind reading, all I asked of her was to do what I did when she missed the mark. Just that one little thing to save our relationship. It was nothing compared to what she was asking from me, and it was for her own benefit. I put in the work, got us 80% of the way there. I knew I couldnât bridge the gap on my own. I begged her time and time again. But instead of listening and guiding me to what she needed, she did the exact opposite. Full silent treatment at the very first text of support from me because she wanted something more/different.
That refusal to compromise ruined everything. I know anger is part of the stages of grief, but Iâm just so angry all the time. I know you canât tell based off of what was said here and in my other post, she is genuinely a great person. She didnât do any of this maliciously. I donât believe that sheâs evil. But I canât help but to look at all the work I put in vs all the work that she put in, after being told that I wasnât doing enough while she was putting more effort into the relationship. Iâm sorry, but I donât see that effort from her. I donât even know if Iâm more angry at her or myself. Should have I been more proactive? Enforced stronger boundaries? Been more clear in what I needed from her? I donât know. Maybe I am just a doormat. I just know that I hate feeling like this. I donât want to be that guy thatâs angry and bitter about their ex, and Iâm terrified thatâs exactly what Iâm becoming.
2024.05.16 14:45 claire1888 UK Snobbery or worldwide?
Dear Masonic Men,
My boyfriend is a Freemason, UK. He lives and breathes life as a Masonic person. I don't really get it but I know it's something that means a lot to him. It really makes him happy and well, I like him being happy of course. Anytime I go to gathering or social situation with him, I just see old men who are a bit rude and self important, they consistently make offensive remarks, normally around women, different religions, skin colour and he winces with embarrassment but then tells me these people actually do some good things, even if they say the wrong thing, it's their age he says. Not once have I heard Him say anything offensive. My boyfriend was sad the other day, I could tell and I asked why and he wouldn't tell me, well I badgered him until he opened up, but eventually he said something similar to 'I've finally met a side of Freemasonry I refused to see before'. I asked what, as normally he just tells me 'it's a secret' and winks at me. He said since he had an interest in Freemasonry he wanted to be part of the Scottish Right, which confused me because he is Scottish. He said the Scottish Right was open to those who have achieved the 3rd degree which he has a decade ago, but that 'the class system' has reared its head again and that there is a concerted effort to stop the joining of the Scottish Right by anyone who isn't rich. He says he checked the main website and it says 3rd degree. Apparently he asked someone he knows about joining, and was told 'you have to know the head man' and that 'your face has to fit'. Aren't you already the biggest clique going.??? He said he asked why his face didnt fit and got told "oh I'm not saying yours doesn't , its just you have to know the head guy". He also said 'The Americans do it right, anyone who is a good person gets to join and only a few select honours are reserved for those who really fo a lot for Freemasonry'. He's just getting on with it but I don't think he's the same lately. He has stopped going as often and says 'he's fine, still has a number of strong friends and that he enjoys Freemasonry and no else is going to diminish this' but I can tell it's bothered him.
He would probably be mortified I'm saying this but you UK people really have to have a real look at yourselves. It's totally embarrassing and a shambles that your little club with titles like 'Master' and your little costumes are all about money, all about barring people you fakely call "Brother" to feel smug and superior. I could understand stopping criminals or troublemakers like a golf club would, but good men, clean records, history of charity and community involvement, who are Masonic people already? I think you're just ugly natured, selfish and your being shown up worldwide for what you are. Snobs and just...smug self important bad people.
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My boyfriend is a Freemason, UK. He lives and breathes life as a Masonic person. I don't really get it but I know it's something that means a lot to him. It really makes him happy and well, I like him being happy of course. Anytime I go to gathering or social situation with him, I just see old men who are a bit rude and self important, they consistently make offensive remarks, normally around women, different religions, skin colour and he winces with embarrassment but then tells me these people actually do some good things, even if they say the wrong thing, it's their age he says. Not once have I heard Him say anything offensive. My boyfriend was sad the other day, I could tell and I asked why and he wouldn't tell me, well I badgered him until he opened up, but eventually he said something similar to 'I've finally met a side of Freemasonry I refused to see before'. I asked what, as normally he just tells me 'it's a secret' and winks at me. He said since he had an interest in Freemasonry he wanted to be part of the Scottish Right, which confused me because he is Scottish. He said the Scottish Right was open to those who have achieved the 3rd degree which he has a decade ago, but that 'the class system' has reared its head again and that there is a concerted effort to stop the joining of the Scottish Right by anyone who isn't rich. He says he checked the main website and it says 3rd degree. Apparently he asked someone he knows about joining, and was told 'you have to know the head man' and that 'your face has to fit'. Aren't you already the biggest clique going.??? He said he asked why his face didnt fit and got told "oh I'm not saying yours doesn't , its just you have to know the head guy". He also said 'The Americans do it right, anyone who is a good person gets to join and only a few select honours are reserved for those who really fo a lot for Freemasonry'. He's just getting on with it but I don't think he's the same lately. He has stopped going as often and says 'he's fine, still has a number of strong friends and that he enjoys Freemasonry and no else is going to diminish this' but I can tell it's bothered him.
He would probably be mortified I'm saying this but you UK people really have to have a real look at yourselves. It's totally embarrassing and a shambles that your little club with titles like 'Master' and your little costumes are all about money, all about barring people you fakely call "Brother" to feel smug and superior. I could understand stopping criminals or troublemakers like a golf club would, but good men, clean records, history of charity and community involvement, who are Masonic people already? I think you're just ugly natured, selfish and your being shown up worldwide for what you are. Snobs and just...smug self important bad people.
2024.05.16 14:44 chemicalenjoyer Since Lacrun is going offline in just 3 more days, I'm sharing my review of it to bring in as many of you guys as possible.
A few years ago a Yale neuroscientist and 2 associates created a 3 week program to naturally increase men's testosterone levels. A few months in, they even added their patented hypnotherapy routine to help us with this. It's all described well on their website lacrun.com. Check it out.
Here's my review of their program.
It worked well for me and it has given me more energy, better mental clarity, and overall just IMPROVED my mood as they promised. I have a much better mood and can work harder and longer cheerfully while knowing exactly what I need to do. I feel like my mentality was holding me back all my life and having a healthier testosterone level has played a big role in fixing that.
The program also doesn't require too much effort on our part as long as we don't do anything risky and only do what the program suggests. So I would strongly recommend it tor everyone out there who wants to live a healthier life.
And more importantly, the registrations are ending in just 3 more days so we are trying to bring in as many people as we can. So, please do join it. And for all members, please share your reviews in the comments too for everyone to read. Toodles!
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Here's my review of their program.
It worked well for me and it has given me more energy, better mental clarity, and overall just IMPROVED my mood as they promised. I have a much better mood and can work harder and longer cheerfully while knowing exactly what I need to do. I feel like my mentality was holding me back all my life and having a healthier testosterone level has played a big role in fixing that.
The program also doesn't require too much effort on our part as long as we don't do anything risky and only do what the program suggests. So I would strongly recommend it tor everyone out there who wants to live a healthier life.
And more importantly, the registrations are ending in just 3 more days so we are trying to bring in as many people as we can. So, please do join it. And for all members, please share your reviews in the comments too for everyone to read. Toodles!
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[Store] Over 450 Knives & Gloves Awp dragon lore bs 0.48, Awp gungnir bs 0.51, Bayonet sapphire fn 0.01, Ak gold arabesque bs 0.51, Bowie sapphire fn 0.03, Bowie emerald fn 0.01, Sport gloves omega mw 0.12, Shadow daggers emerald fn 0.01, M9 lore 0.22 ft, Butterfly case hardened mw 0.11
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â AWP Gungnir (Battle-Scarred) B/O 6500$
â Bayonet Sapphire (Factory New) B/O 4500$
â AWP Medusa (Well-Worn) B/O 1850$
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â AK-47 Gold Arabesque (Battle-Scarred) B/O 1680$
â Bowie Knife Emerald (Factory New) B/O 1235$
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â Sport Gloves Omega (Minimal Wear) B/O 1150$
â M4A4 Eye of Horus (Factory New) B/O 1200$
â Butterfly Knife Case Hardened (Minimal Wear) B/O 925$
â M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) B/O 895$
â Karambit Crimson Web (Field-Tested) B/O 735$
â Shadow Daggers Emerald (Factory New) B/O 720$
â StatTrakâą Butterfly Knife Freehand (Well-Worn) B/O 700$
â AK-47 X-Ray (Field-Tested) B/O 635$
â M4A1-S Imminent Danger (Battle-Scarred) B/O 525$
â Stiletto Knife Doppler Phase 1 & 3 (Factory New) B/O 582$
â M9 Bayonet Blue Steel (Field-Tested) B/O 570$
â Butterfly Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested) B/O 522$
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â Butterfly Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested) B/O 510$
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2024.05.16 14:43 upbstock Stock Market Prepperrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Vladimir Putin has landed in Beijing for a two-day state visit, where he was greeted by Chinese leader Xi Jinping with a red-carpet welcome and a full military band. The trip will build on their commitment to the "no limits" relationship they signed at the Winter Olympics in 2022, just before the full-scale invasion of Ukraine. As Russia becomes isolated from the West on the world stage, it has sought to boost trade in the East and elsewhere, helping prop up its economy in the face of sanctions.
Quote: "Relations between Russia and China are not opportunistic and not directed against anyone," Putin declared. "Our cooperation in international matters is one of the stabilizing factors in the international arena." Xi echoed the sentiment, adding that China will "work together to achieve the development and rejuvenation of our respective countries" and "to uphold equity and justice in the world."
Trade between the two nations has soared to record levels, rising 26% last year to $240B and hitting targets ahead of schedule. Russia has even overtaken Saudi Arabia as China's main oil supplier, while the latter sends back key commodities, vehicles and other consumer goods. Trade has also seen Russia's economy top expectations to expand by 3.6% in 2023, according to the IMF, despite Western efforts aimed at draining the Kremlin's war coffers.
Reaction? Wall Street Breakfast ran a survey last November, and again this week, on how the U.S. should manage its economic relationship with China. The biggest changes over the past six months showed that more subscribers have less faith in rapprochement and trade deals (24% to 15%), while a greater number believe decoupling and sanctions are the way to go (11% to 19%). It's noteworthy as Washington has recently threatened additional sanctions on Chinese banks and entities that handle Russian trade involving dual-use goods that can be used for both civilian and military purposes. How does all of this factor into your investing decisions? Join the discussion in the comments section.
Soft CPI Thought the Fed was only data dependent? Guess again. Data-centric traders celebrated in style after April's Consumer Price Index increased by 0.3% from March, easing from the +0.4% pace seen in the previous three months. The print, which meant inflation is still running well above the 3% level on an annualized basis, helped push Wall Street indices to new record highs, with the S&P 500 (SP500) crossing 5,300 for the first time ever. Meanwhile, retail sales came in flat, while regional business activity cooled further, suggesting the Fed could ease monetary policy earlier than expected. (119 comments)
Secret stake It's 13F season, where hedge funds with at least $100M in assets under management reveal their holdings. The flurry of filings sheds light on what they bought and sold during the quarter, but investment managers can also make special requests to regulators to keep some of their stakes confidential. Insurance-focused Berkshire Hathaway (BRK.B) just revealed one of those positions, disclosing a prior $6.7B stake in Chubb (CB), with market participants sending the stock up 8% AH on Wednesday as some looked to copy the successful picks of Warren Buffett. Other 13F highlights include filings from Bill Ackman's Pershing Square, Michael Burry's Scion and David Tepper's Appaloosa. (33 comments)
Battle of the skies AT&T (T) is teaming up with AST SpaceMobile (ASTS) to bring satellite internet connectivity to cell phones. The news sent ASTS up 36% in premarket trading this morning, with the space-based broadband network deal set to last until 2030. Other telecom operators have also ventured into the market. T-Mobile has a similar deal with SpaceX (SPACE), while Verizon (VZ) previously partnered with Amazon's (AMZN) Project Kuiper for connectivity solutions. Apple (AAPL) has also been offering satellite-to-cellphone emergency services on its iPhones since 2022. (43 comments)
Today's Markets
In Asia, Japan +1.4%. Hong Kong +1.6%. China +0.1%. India +0.9%. In Europe, at midday, London -0.2%. Paris -0.4%. Frankfurt -0.3%. Futures at 7:00, Dow +0.1%. S&P +0.1%. Nasdaq +0.2%. Crude -0.2% to $78.49. Gold -0.3% to $2,388.80. Bitcoin +5.4% to $66,165. Ten-year Treasury Yield unchanged at 4.34%.
Today's Economic Calendar
8:30 Housing Starts and Permits 8:30 Initial Jobless Claims 8:30 Philly Fed Business Outlook 8:30 Import/Export Prices 9:15 Industrial Production 10:00 Fedâs Barr Speech 10:00 Fed's Barkin Speech 10:30 EIA Natural Gas Inventory 10:30 Fed's Harker Speech 12:00 PM Fed's Mester Speech 3:50 PM Fed's Bostic Speech 4:30 PM Fed Balance Sheet
Companies reporting earnings today »
What else is happening...
GameStop (GME), AMC (AMC)? Meme rally is cooling off big time.
First Solar (FSLR) pops after trade probe into Asian solar imports.
Netflix (NFLX) ad plan tops 40M users; NFL deal in the bag.
Microsoft's (MSFT) emissions rise amid surging AI demand.
BOJ rate hike? Trouble as Japan's economy keeps shrinking.
Disney (DIS) flags spending cuts on marketing, traditional TV.
Networking: Cisco (CSCO) raises guidance after latest results.
Morgan Stanley highlights Dell's (DELL) AI server and storage.
China's NIO changing global strategy as U.S., EU tariffs loom.
Check out the latest hot dividend picks by Seeking Alpha analysts.
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Quote: "Relations between Russia and China are not opportunistic and not directed against anyone," Putin declared. "Our cooperation in international matters is one of the stabilizing factors in the international arena." Xi echoed the sentiment, adding that China will "work together to achieve the development and rejuvenation of our respective countries" and "to uphold equity and justice in the world."
Trade between the two nations has soared to record levels, rising 26% last year to $240B and hitting targets ahead of schedule. Russia has even overtaken Saudi Arabia as China's main oil supplier, while the latter sends back key commodities, vehicles and other consumer goods. Trade has also seen Russia's economy top expectations to expand by 3.6% in 2023, according to the IMF, despite Western efforts aimed at draining the Kremlin's war coffers.
Reaction? Wall Street Breakfast ran a survey last November, and again this week, on how the U.S. should manage its economic relationship with China. The biggest changes over the past six months showed that more subscribers have less faith in rapprochement and trade deals (24% to 15%), while a greater number believe decoupling and sanctions are the way to go (11% to 19%). It's noteworthy as Washington has recently threatened additional sanctions on Chinese banks and entities that handle Russian trade involving dual-use goods that can be used for both civilian and military purposes. How does all of this factor into your investing decisions? Join the discussion in the comments section.
Soft CPI Thought the Fed was only data dependent? Guess again. Data-centric traders celebrated in style after April's Consumer Price Index increased by 0.3% from March, easing from the +0.4% pace seen in the previous three months. The print, which meant inflation is still running well above the 3% level on an annualized basis, helped push Wall Street indices to new record highs, with the S&P 500 (SP500) crossing 5,300 for the first time ever. Meanwhile, retail sales came in flat, while regional business activity cooled further, suggesting the Fed could ease monetary policy earlier than expected. (119 comments)
Secret stake It's 13F season, where hedge funds with at least $100M in assets under management reveal their holdings. The flurry of filings sheds light on what they bought and sold during the quarter, but investment managers can also make special requests to regulators to keep some of their stakes confidential. Insurance-focused Berkshire Hathaway (BRK.B) just revealed one of those positions, disclosing a prior $6.7B stake in Chubb (CB), with market participants sending the stock up 8% AH on Wednesday as some looked to copy the successful picks of Warren Buffett. Other 13F highlights include filings from Bill Ackman's Pershing Square, Michael Burry's Scion and David Tepper's Appaloosa. (33 comments)
Battle of the skies AT&T (T) is teaming up with AST SpaceMobile (ASTS) to bring satellite internet connectivity to cell phones. The news sent ASTS up 36% in premarket trading this morning, with the space-based broadband network deal set to last until 2030. Other telecom operators have also ventured into the market. T-Mobile has a similar deal with SpaceX (SPACE), while Verizon (VZ) previously partnered with Amazon's (AMZN) Project Kuiper for connectivity solutions. Apple (AAPL) has also been offering satellite-to-cellphone emergency services on its iPhones since 2022. (43 comments)
Today's Markets
In Asia, Japan +1.4%. Hong Kong +1.6%. China +0.1%. India +0.9%. In Europe, at midday, London -0.2%. Paris -0.4%. Frankfurt -0.3%. Futures at 7:00, Dow +0.1%. S&P +0.1%. Nasdaq +0.2%. Crude -0.2% to $78.49. Gold -0.3% to $2,388.80. Bitcoin +5.4% to $66,165. Ten-year Treasury Yield unchanged at 4.34%.
Today's Economic Calendar
8:30 Housing Starts and Permits 8:30 Initial Jobless Claims 8:30 Philly Fed Business Outlook 8:30 Import/Export Prices 9:15 Industrial Production 10:00 Fedâs Barr Speech 10:00 Fed's Barkin Speech 10:30 EIA Natural Gas Inventory 10:30 Fed's Harker Speech 12:00 PM Fed's Mester Speech 3:50 PM Fed's Bostic Speech 4:30 PM Fed Balance Sheet
Companies reporting earnings today »
What else is happening...
GameStop (GME), AMC (AMC)? Meme rally is cooling off big time.
First Solar (FSLR) pops after trade probe into Asian solar imports.
Netflix (NFLX) ad plan tops 40M users; NFL deal in the bag.
Microsoft's (MSFT) emissions rise amid surging AI demand.
BOJ rate hike? Trouble as Japan's economy keeps shrinking.
Disney (DIS) flags spending cuts on marketing, traditional TV.
Networking: Cisco (CSCO) raises guidance after latest results.
Morgan Stanley highlights Dell's (DELL) AI server and storage.
China's NIO changing global strategy as U.S., EU tariffs loom.
Check out the latest hot dividend picks by Seeking Alpha analysts.
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2024.05.16 14:43 AltCocoAndCo Error Cocode [Coclones Origin Lorepost + TLDR]
![Error Cocode [Coclones Origin Lorepost + TLDR]](https://a.thumbs.redditmedia.com/GoXdJ4J2EIHYmCi60ZYXNSG4j7pT8ito_B0aVgRnOS0.jpg "Error Cocode [Coclones Origin Lorepost + TLDR]") | /uw TLDR: A bunch of Cocos from alternate timelines and dimensions fall through a rift and land in this current world. They all have slightly different personalities and hobbies, and go their own separate ways. All of their stories are told on this account, while the original Coco's story remains on the main account. /rw submitted by AltCocoAndCo to wizardposting [link] [comments] âAnd⊠hah⊠why are we hiking up a mountain for this?â âBecause his ability will affect basically anything near him. Out here, his powers wonât bring about too much chaos⊠Thank you for bringing those fruits here, Coco. It means a lot.â The two women, dressed in black and white, stood out like a sore thumb amidst the greens and browns of the forest leading up the mountain. Coco trailed behind Alentu as they ventured higher, her exhaustion quite apparent compared to the latterâs calm and collected steps. Though their physical capabilities seemed miles apart and their gaits completely unalike, there was an invisible harmony to their movement. This ironic harmony extended to their clothing, their outfit and hair colors the exact inverse of each other. In Coco's hand was a basket of various fruits, freshly picked to be delivered to a certain someone. Today was an unfortunate day for the Ventures. One where each would 'pay the price' for their position in the family. All except Alentu, who took it upon herself to look after her family at their weakest and most vulnerable. She had, by chance, also ran into Coco that day, who she had forged an unexpected bond with, one almost unimaginable to anyone who knew her well. They agreed to meet at the outskirts of the forest to bring some goods to It was late afternoon, and they were now halfway to the peak where the cave resided. They had walked uphill for well over an hour, and the incline only grew steeper. To try and ignore the numbness of her feet, Coco tried to strike up a conversation. Coco: "So Alentu, do you... T-think they'll... accept us together?" Alentu: "Accept?" She giggled. "I was the head of the Venture family long before many of the rules were in place, so you have nothing to worry about. You won't go forgetting about me anytime soon, even if you don't officially marry into the family. And after today, you'll see why I don't want you becoming a Venture, for your own sake." Coco: "Ah, yeah... I-I was more meaning, like... Would your family... Like me?" Alentu: "Hmm... It'd be hard to tell without you talking with them one on one. But if we're talking about Coco: "R-right. Well that's good... To be honest, I have been a bit nervous about it all... Not just meeting your family, but telling them we're p-" Alentu: ahem "M-maybe not that part yet... One thing at a time... Let's just focus on first impressions and making sure he's doing alright, okay?" Coco: "Oh, sure- HUH?" Coco's exclamation made them both stop in their tracks. Alentu turned her head quickly, but Coco's finger pointed her gaze ahead of them to a nearby waterfall, or what would be one, if it hadn't been flowing up into the sky. That wasn't all. Loose rocks and trees floated around the mountain's peak, birds flew through the air backwards, and the stone faces of the mountain were jagged and blurry. It was as if they had walked into an unstable simulation of reality. Coco stood in shock as she tried to comprehend what she was looking at, but a tap on her shoulder brought her attention back. Alentu signaled to keep walking and stay cautious, taking her hand and leading her through the lawless, almost artificial world they had entered. As they neared the peak, the anomalous sights grew more and more common, and the terrain more and more hazardous. They carefully climbed the last incline, and atop the mountain awaited a beautiful mess of nature. A sea of flowers and grass covered the ground, the variety of which was exotic and almost timeless. The local flora was still intact, but among it grew untamed vines, metallic displays that mimicked plants, and all kinds of life that had never once grown in that area. There were also several shrines in the area, each having the same features, colors and style, but of completely different makes and materials. Coco: "What the... I-is this what Alentu: "Yes... It's just as bad with everyone else... Having such little control over such strong powers... It's why today's so important for me. I have to protect everyone..." Coco: "Alentu... I-I'm so lost in what... What this is. Everything feels so... broken..." Alentu: "...We should head into the cave. Watch your step, and whatever you do, do NOT go near any smoke. Understand?" Coco: "I do..." Alentu wrapped her arm around Coco and helped her across the dense foliage. They soon reached the cave, and in it layed a blurry mess of static and black smoke. Heeding the warning, Coco kept her distance, averting her gaze from the eyesore within, while Alentu called out into the darkness. Alentu: " Alentu: " Alentu: "...Seriously?" Coco: "O-oh, I don't... I-I came here with Alentu to bring you some food. S-she's my... My..." Alentu: "Coco's my wife." Alentu: "I'm not joking. It won't be official, but... We both found it in our hearts to share our love with another." Coco blushed from the sudden introduction, having never heard her say those words in public, and while Alentu had a confident demeanor and tone, even she looked a bit anxious. The cave was silent apart from the crackling of the rifts forming in reality, as no one really knew what to say next. After a long pause, Alentu: "Thank you... I hope he is watching, too..." Coco: O-oh, s-sure! I'd be happy to! Alentu: "But I really should... Ah, I've already checked up on the others at least once today... Alright, but I need to be back by evening, for everyone else's sake. Today's not a day I can slack off, you know." Coco and Alentu took a seat at the entrance of the cave, sitting in a patch of stone untouched by the smoke. They unpacked their basket of fruit, dividing up the softer fruits between the two, while rolling the ones with peels to During their picnic, they chatted about how Coco and Alentu met, skipping over the more intimate details, and sharing stories from their life to break the ice. Everyone got along well, and though Alentu: "Ah~ Alright, it's best I head back now... I hope you don't get too cold when night comes, Coco: "Oh, you're fine! I share what I grow at home with everyone! It was nice to meet you, too!" Alentu's eyes widened, turning around and running towards the cave, reaching out for Coco. Alentu: "COCO! RUN! The wind is gonna push the smoke into us!" Coco looked in horror at the floor under her, their unaffected safe spot having shrunk to just the space she occupied. Black smoke began to blow around the cave, trapping her in a hazy web. She looked to Alentu, her eyes desperate and in disbelief as her heart sank. What would happen if she got touched? Would she disappear forever? Would she be thrown into another time and space with no way home? Would she be transformed beyond recognition? She screamed in terror and made a run for Alentu, ducking low and reaching out for her. Their hands stretched out for each other, but just as they almost touched, a veil of smoke covered her vision. The smoke had consumed her. When she opened her eyes, she was standing on a bridge in an endless void. There was no land in sight whichever way she turned her head, and the sky was a starry night completely alien to her. Her fear made her too scared to open her mouth, let alone yell for help. She looked down, and saw her reflection rippling in the darkness... No, multiple reflections. The void became a sea of her form. Terrified, she stumbled back, but tripped over the rope suspending the bridge, causing her to fall in. As she fell, she felt her body get caught up in a mass of limbs and hair. These body parts were connected to her reflections, and as one began to scream, the rest followed. They fell together for what felt like forever, but as Coco looked up, she saw the other countless reflections looking back at her, slowly fading from view. She closed her eyes, accepting what was likely her demise. Eventually, she hit the bottom, but instead of the cold impact of death, she fell into a warm embrace, and instead of falling straight down, she fell forwards. Alentu: "Coco! Coco, are you o- AH!" Coco's eyes jolted open, and before her was Alentu, holding her like she never wanted to let her go again. Their hug was tight, but behind her black hair, she saw the familiar sight of the corrupted mountaintop. Coco: "A-Alentu... A-am I still here with you?" Alentu: " Y-yes! T-thank god you're safe, if you had disappeared for good- I-" Alentu's eyes were teary, and her voice unusually shaky. "You only vanished for a second, but that was one of the scariest moments in my life... B-but now..." Coco: "Alentu, I-I was so scared, I-I don't know what happened..." As instructed, while still hugging Alentu, she turned her head to look behind her, and realized the nightmare she experienced really did happen. The reflections she saw were real. The bodies she got tangled up with were even more real, and they were all right behind her. https://preview.redd.it/g7j91mvnas0d1.png?width=1024&format=png&auto=webp&s=2448c5e661a34adb003dfa39743f611ed0cfb6a9 One by one, her mirror images began to climb up from their dog pile. They were all as confused as she was, though they didn't seem to recognize where they were. Getting a good look at them, she could see that they were almost exactly alike, at least in terms of appearance. Once they all realized they were looking at replicas of each other, their panic ensued. "W-what the fuck is this? God damnit, did I drink too much?" "Ah- Mom? Where are you? Where did you go? W-why am I here?" "Mimics? Damnit, what have I gotten myself into?" While their appearances were quite similar, they all seemed to have slightly different personalities and reactions. Some were confrontational and agitated, some were lost and scared, and some were speechless, still trying to understand what happened. The original one stayed in Alentu's arms, holding her close as she watched the unbelievable scene unfold. Alentu: "W-what... S-so, t-this Coco is fine, b-but all of these others have..." Alentu: "And these other Cocos... They can't go back, can they?" The crowd of altworlders began to yell and shout at the voice in the cave. "What the hell? You brought us here, but you can't bring us back?" "Shit! I have to get back home, now! I don't care if I need to give my soul to a chronomancer..." "T-this is the future? O-Or the past? Or even a d-different dimension?? No, that can't be!" "I'm not a god damn clone!" One by one, they ran away, each resolved to accomplish something different. The sudden crowd poured down the unstable mountain, until only one remained, staring back at Coco and Alentu in disbelief. Alentu: "And you?" AltCoco: "Alentu... T-thank god you're here, too?" Alentu: "Hm? Ah, so we've met in your world... Since you're here, I think we need to figure out how we're gonna fix this mess. Please, come with me..." They moved to sit by one of the many shrines near the mountain path. Alentu then led a discussion between the three, asking the other Coco what she remembered about her own world's history. Her description appeared to describe a similar reality to their own, but at an earlier point in time. As such, the events that lead her life were different, and she was only able to recognize Alentu. The two forms of Coco began to discuss more specifics about their own lives. AltCoco: "Huh, s-so you're getting married to someone else, and have a family of your own already... B-but, you're also with Alentu?" Coco: "Yes... But I'm honestly amazed to hear how differently my life could have been if I was born only a few decades earlier..." Alentu: "Where you only met me..." AltCoco: "Yes- A-and Alentu, y-you're almost exactly the same as the one I know... I-it's like I'm talking to the same person. Everything we did together matches up too... B-but now she's..." Alentu: "I'm sorry, Coco... There's not much we can do. I still love you, but..." AltCoco: "Wait! Please! Let me stay with you, Alentu! E-even though we're from different worlds, you're still the same woman I love! Please..." Alentu: "But this world's Coco is..." All three fell silent as an uncomfortable truth settled in: There were two Cocos, but only one Alentu. That wasn't even mentioning the fact that even more were out there in the world, with absolutely no way to control their actions, however reckless they may be. Despair began to creep onto the altworlder's face, tears falling from her eyes as she began to accept her cruel fate. Coco's own face was clouded deep in somber thought, but after gathering her resolve, she spoke up. Coco: "I... I have a proposal, but... You might not like it, Alentu. And it doesn't really solve our other problem..." Alentu: "We're already in a shitty situation. Please, just tell me." Coco: "My family at home needs me. I'm about to have little Iza, and... Since this Coco was ripped away from her own family... Well, I don't think she should be deprived of that joy... You should also be able to spend time with your kids..." AltCoco: "Y-you want me to raise this Alentu's kids instead of you?" Coco: "And... Stay with her... Be a good wife to her, so we all can get a happy ending..." Alentu: "But Coco- A-are you saying you want her to take your place beside me? But that would mean you, yourself, wouldn't be with me... This hurts you more than any of us!" Coco: "I suppose so... I do really care for you, but... I'm the only one that can be there for Mikhail and the kids I planned to raise with him. If we want to spend as much time as possible with family, you, Alentu, are the only family this Coco has. I don't want either of the people I care about to feel like I'm not there for them, so..." AltCoco: "I... I understand... If you're really okay with it, both of you, then... I'd be so happy... I'm honestly scared to think about what I left behind, but, if I can be with Alentu, no matter what time or place..." Alentu: "I'm okay with that... This feels... strange, but... I think it's for the best for each of our families. I love you, Coco, but I know your family needs you. I wanted to make it work despite that... I didn't want to lose you, but-" Coco: "Don't think like that, Alentu! Let's not look at this as a mistake, but a blessing... One that lets everyone find their own happiness. You didn't lose me! Instead, you'll now be able to spend all the time you like with your love! I want to protect your smile no matter what, and leaving it in the hands of someone I know will bring you happiness... I can't possibly be sad about that." AltCoco: "I agree... It means neither of our families will worry... This world's Coco can be with her family, and I can become yours, just as it was before with both of us. I want to make this work, for everyone's sake!" Alentu: "Hah... Coco, that's why I love you. You always know how to cheer me up, and make me feel loved. When I'm with you, my worries always seem to melt away... I accept your proposal. You're both my lover, so I could never look at either of you any differently. To a bright future with our families..." Alentu pulled the two in for a big hug, and gave a kiss to this world's Coco. The two shared their goodbyes and well wishes to each other before Coco sat down in front of her counterpart, a happy look on her face that inspired the other to brighten up. Alentu stood up and ruffled both of their hair, leaving the two by themselves as she waited nearby. The Cocos then turned to each other, smiling as they shook hands. Coco: "To a bright future with our families" AltCoco: "To a bright future with our families" https://preview.redd.it/klgk6wclas0d1.png?width=1024&format=png&auto=webp&s=100636d165f5d3dc02cc4cdd902b16a285b56fe0 |
2024.05.16 14:43 youduckk 2019 1.5T Sport Remote Start Proximity Entry
 | Decided to bite the bullet and put in the Compustar T13 Pro in my 2019 sport 1.5T. Definitely a nice upgrade, with the app you can start your car from your bed when youâre waking up in the morning, so the engine is good to go. The proximity entry is an awesome feature, especially coming out the stores with your hands full not having to dig into your pocket. The compustar also puts a new alarm system on the car. If the car gets raised up about 10 inches while armed, an alarm will go off and youâll be notified on the app. The app also has gps tracking, battery voltage monitoring, and when your oil change will be do. (The last 3 features I mentioned require a subscription.) without a subscription though it still does remote start, proximity entry, and informs you when your car goes into alarm. While on my free trial, my girlfriend left my headlights on when she took the car out, all of a sudden my keys and phone give me an alarm low battery. I walk to check on my car see my headlights were on. I instantly bought the year sub after that, well worth it. Just so much information at the quick access of your phone. Just wanted to post this if anyone was thinking about getting it. submitted by youduckk to accord [link] [comments] |
2024.05.16 14:41 Wrong_Beginning_9728 I can receive but can't send back to the exchange wallet due to keystone
Hi Guys,
Hope you guys doing well.
Today I received a new Keystone 3 Pro and set it up.
I linked it to my blue wallet & OKX wallet. Done.
To test, I tried to send bitcoin from exchange wallet to blue wallet and it worked.
I also tested sending back from blue wallet to exchange and got an error!
I set up how much I send and scanned the QR code on the keystone and it said
But not sure where I made mistakes on this.
Please help me. I am panicking :(
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Hope you guys doing well.
Today I received a new Keystone 3 Pro and set it up.
I linked it to my blue wallet & OKX wallet. Done.
To test, I tried to send bitcoin from exchange wallet to blue wallet and it worked.
I also tested sending back from blue wallet to exchange and got an error!
I set up how much I send and scanned the QR code on the keystone and it said
- Incongruent transaction. The transaction doesn't belong to the current wallet. Please check the transaction details.
But not sure where I made mistakes on this.
Please help me. I am panicking :(
2024.05.16 14:41 DMOSGentics96 A CripXmas Story part 1
 | CripXmas Story part 1 submitted by DMOSGentics96 to OldSchoolCannabisSeed [link] [comments] So let me tell you how I started this and why. Since the beginning of delivery services in the DMV area, I wanted to find something that had a very strong pine flavor. I found several dispos that had "named" pine strains, Sugar pine, Pinecone and Pine OG. Pine OG was close but NOT strong like the Crippy. When I saw "The White" I had a suspicion it was related to the Crippy line. Similar but still missing terps. Around the end of the summer of 21 after VA went recreational, I was given the green light to grow again. Naturally I wasn't going to just grow but I would breed my own line that satisfied my standards of what pine flavor should be. I started seed I had collected over 3 years prior, while I planned my project. That started with days of researching and reading. The first was to see if the famed FL Crippy was made available. I originally found 2 breeders. Purple Caper Krippy Kush and 808 Genetics Da Crip, later I would find the Tampa Crippy. Next, the one I've heard about through the years Xmas Bud 79' which I found very detailed info from Shamus on forums. The next would be PTK, but I specifically wanted Tom Hills after reading more into it. I found that from New Guy 420 seeds. The final (proposed) one I found just searching called Pine Haze from Green Avenger Seeds. (will be popping these soon) Now let's get into the SEED because a lot gets revealed finally that forms a connection. First Krippy Kush, from MGS in Spain. My first notation of remark was a seed that stalled out. I took a picture and sent it, I showed a dormant embryo shell off. I tried a few more, and nothing happened. Asked them to request a new batch from the breeder (I thought they did) and I'll buy more from a new batch. They sent my replacement and it went to Miami where it was confiscated and I was sent a note for missing phytosanitary certificate ugh. Told them about it, and I said to CONCEAL seeds in SOMETHING. Well they sent me both replacement and new order in unconcealed bags labeled as "magnets" I simply won't ever recommend buying there. BOTH when I went to pop, didn't go. That was $230 with taxes and shipping down the drain. $90 for 6 and I was like I CAN DO FAR BETTER than what this bank is offering. Let's move on to 808, I had very limited resellers, but I found ONE left of Da Crip at $250, and even I'm like damm. I only paid 250 for Blueberry in 96 from Marc Emery, but if it's real Crippy, that $250 isn't much compared to how much a single oz runs and ran up to $450 an oz from some "middle men" in the early 90's. Arrives fine, it's a branded box, burlap tiny sack with a glass bottle. So I try these, well guess what happens, I get a split but I also get another clue to the puzzle, this time the embryo had no tail when I popped the shell off with my nail. So I give 2 more a try, if these don't pop I'm writing this breeder and letting him have a piece of my mind... Sure enough I'm right, duds and I'll tell you I went as far as GA3 Gibberelic Acid to "wake up the seed" and it didn't work either for Krippy Kush and Da Crip. I'm like this isn't right. I'm already planning to smoke the competition later but right now it's getting viable seed. So I wrote, I explained my history, a slumbering reputation from way back and I can vouch his authenticity it's real Crippy OR call it unverified from what I know. Well I get a snide remark to crack the seed with razor point, but one thing caught my attention. He mentioned harder shell. THAT did explain why the seed seems to struggle, but he told me they will replace. I was like please send me the best representation of your mother cut. |
2024.05.16 14:41 Agreeable_Gap_1620 The Dimension Prophecy: a curious story of Dwarf Fortress
On September 15, 2023 I decided to create a new world, a small world, this is how the dimension of the prophecy emerged, at first I didn't read anything in legends mode, I just started creating the fortress, I didn't even see the dwarf civilizations available.
I just looked for a place without much relief, with a river to make a moat, rich in minerals of the most varied types and embarked.
I always use the option to prepare my journey, and this time I used my ready-made build called âworkâ, as it was very complete for the type of fortress I planned to build and after checking that everything was ok, I decided to call the fortress Workmirror, the name was clearly in honor of the name of the build I chose.
Then I discovered that my fortress belonged to a civilization called Scarlet Sword and I started exploring more in legends mode to find out more about this civilization with a very stylish name.
That's when I found something that scared me, I found Workstands. What shocked me at first, what are the chances of there being a fortress with a similar name to mine?
Workstands was a fortress of the scarlet sword, my current civilization, its foundation was of extreme importance, as from its foundation many cultural productions began to be created.
Apparently Workstands should be the crown jewel of civilization, as they created a market, bridges, tunnels and even roads that connected it to other fortresses and even to retreats in the forest of elves who were allies of the scarlet sword dwarves.
But since its founding, the fortress has suffered from monster invasions and just when it seemed like it would achieve its glory, the fortress is abruptly destroyed in its eighteenth year by the Osman Diedfins the Lake of Ashes, a forgotten beast that emerged from the darkness.
Workstands for a long time was the only ruin in the Dimension of Prophecy, which in my head made me think that that fortress had some kind of curse. What justified the misadventures of the residents with troglodytes, ogres, bronze colossi, forgotten beasts, and what intensified this thought is that for more than half a century after its fall there was no attempt to recover it.
The coincidences don't just stop at the name and civilization, but the location of both fortresses they are practically next to each other, if it weren't for the cluster of mountains it would be a straight line journey from one fortress to the other. My real fortress looked like a âmirrorâ of Workstands.
It was then that I decided to add something to the history of the world. My friends and I created a prophecy, after all the name of the world is the Dimension of Prophecy, something similar could and should exist.
The prophecy we invented said that one day a group of courageous dwarves would try in their own way to resurrect the crown jewel of the Scarlet Sword and like all prophecies it would be ambiguous, as either they would have the same fate, or they would have the success that their relatives were unable to achieve. to obtain.
So I created my personal goals of taking Workmirror to its 18 years of existence to either repeat the workstand events, or overcome it once and for all.
The funniest thing is that the more I played Workmirror, the more it seemed like prophecy was part of the game. When the fortress arrived in the ninth year, a forgotten beast made entirely of fire terrorized the fortress.
Their threat was neutralized with few casualties. And that same year, the dwarves of Workmirror destroyed the necromancers' tower known as Inkglee, this event shook the social structure of necromancers on a global scale, leaving only four necromancers alive in the world.
Two years later another fire-breathing creature came to the fortress and this time it was successful. Workmirror burned it down, although it was not destroyed the damage was almost irreparable and the creature only did not destroy the fortress because a dwarf with an iron crossbow managed to kill it. stop with a well-aimed shot.
Each time the fortress's eighteenth year approached, it seemed more likely that it would fall like Workstands.
And finally we arrive in the year 117, after dealing with the fury of a distaff and facing the fire of the Theneli Dragon, the dwarves of Workmirror found adamantine, the legendary ore of the tales and myths of the dwarven people.
But the happiness was short-lived, at the beginning of the year 117, Kogan, a forgotten beast arrived!
What made everything more sinister was that Kogan was in Workstands and here he was, one year away from the prophecy coming true.
Needless to say, Kogan was hungry for dwarves, he killed another 50% of the dwarves in the fortress and for practically the entire year 117 he became king of the caves. It took Dragon Theneli, after long training sessions, to confront him and bring him the hard-earned victory.
The year 118 arrived, but the challenges only got worse, now there were underground invasions with monsters that devoured doors, Theneli expelled half of the invading force, but was seriously injured, a Bronze Colossus invades, yes the one who was also in Workstands, attempts and more attempted thefts of artifacts from the fortress Tavern.
The frenzy stopped at the very end of 118 with the incarceration of the colossi, the death of Theneli, and the defense of the fortress's caves.
The year 119 arrived, the prophecy was fulfilled, the Dwarves of the Scarlet Sword succeeded, Workmirror was now the long-awaited jewel in the crown of the dwarves of the north, coveted for its riches and requested by the scholars of the world for the vastness of its libraries. The last place the great dragon Theneli set foot on and fought to protect.
All Glory to the dwarves of Workmirror!
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I just looked for a place without much relief, with a river to make a moat, rich in minerals of the most varied types and embarked.
I always use the option to prepare my journey, and this time I used my ready-made build called âworkâ, as it was very complete for the type of fortress I planned to build and after checking that everything was ok, I decided to call the fortress Workmirror, the name was clearly in honor of the name of the build I chose.
Then I discovered that my fortress belonged to a civilization called Scarlet Sword and I started exploring more in legends mode to find out more about this civilization with a very stylish name.
That's when I found something that scared me, I found Workstands. What shocked me at first, what are the chances of there being a fortress with a similar name to mine?
Workstands was a fortress of the scarlet sword, my current civilization, its foundation was of extreme importance, as from its foundation many cultural productions began to be created.
Apparently Workstands should be the crown jewel of civilization, as they created a market, bridges, tunnels and even roads that connected it to other fortresses and even to retreats in the forest of elves who were allies of the scarlet sword dwarves.
But since its founding, the fortress has suffered from monster invasions and just when it seemed like it would achieve its glory, the fortress is abruptly destroyed in its eighteenth year by the Osman Diedfins the Lake of Ashes, a forgotten beast that emerged from the darkness.
Workstands for a long time was the only ruin in the Dimension of Prophecy, which in my head made me think that that fortress had some kind of curse. What justified the misadventures of the residents with troglodytes, ogres, bronze colossi, forgotten beasts, and what intensified this thought is that for more than half a century after its fall there was no attempt to recover it.
The coincidences don't just stop at the name and civilization, but the location of both fortresses they are practically next to each other, if it weren't for the cluster of mountains it would be a straight line journey from one fortress to the other. My real fortress looked like a âmirrorâ of Workstands.
It was then that I decided to add something to the history of the world. My friends and I created a prophecy, after all the name of the world is the Dimension of Prophecy, something similar could and should exist.
The prophecy we invented said that one day a group of courageous dwarves would try in their own way to resurrect the crown jewel of the Scarlet Sword and like all prophecies it would be ambiguous, as either they would have the same fate, or they would have the success that their relatives were unable to achieve. to obtain.
So I created my personal goals of taking Workmirror to its 18 years of existence to either repeat the workstand events, or overcome it once and for all.
The funniest thing is that the more I played Workmirror, the more it seemed like prophecy was part of the game. When the fortress arrived in the ninth year, a forgotten beast made entirely of fire terrorized the fortress.
Their threat was neutralized with few casualties. And that same year, the dwarves of Workmirror destroyed the necromancers' tower known as Inkglee, this event shook the social structure of necromancers on a global scale, leaving only four necromancers alive in the world.
Two years later another fire-breathing creature came to the fortress and this time it was successful. Workmirror burned it down, although it was not destroyed the damage was almost irreparable and the creature only did not destroy the fortress because a dwarf with an iron crossbow managed to kill it. stop with a well-aimed shot.
Each time the fortress's eighteenth year approached, it seemed more likely that it would fall like Workstands.
And finally we arrive in the year 117, after dealing with the fury of a distaff and facing the fire of the Theneli Dragon, the dwarves of Workmirror found adamantine, the legendary ore of the tales and myths of the dwarven people.
But the happiness was short-lived, at the beginning of the year 117, Kogan, a forgotten beast arrived!
What made everything more sinister was that Kogan was in Workstands and here he was, one year away from the prophecy coming true.
Needless to say, Kogan was hungry for dwarves, he killed another 50% of the dwarves in the fortress and for practically the entire year 117 he became king of the caves. It took Dragon Theneli, after long training sessions, to confront him and bring him the hard-earned victory.
The year 118 arrived, but the challenges only got worse, now there were underground invasions with monsters that devoured doors, Theneli expelled half of the invading force, but was seriously injured, a Bronze Colossus invades, yes the one who was also in Workstands, attempts and more attempted thefts of artifacts from the fortress Tavern.
The frenzy stopped at the very end of 118 with the incarceration of the colossi, the death of Theneli, and the defense of the fortress's caves.
The year 119 arrived, the prophecy was fulfilled, the Dwarves of the Scarlet Sword succeeded, Workmirror was now the long-awaited jewel in the crown of the dwarves of the north, coveted for its riches and requested by the scholars of the world for the vastness of its libraries. The last place the great dragon Theneli set foot on and fought to protect.
All Glory to the dwarves of Workmirror!
2024.05.16 14:41 Arbrand The Trickster's Veil
As far back as I can remember, I had always been passionate about the great outdoors. My love for the wilderness began when I joined the scouts, exploring the diverse landscapes of Southern California, Nevada, Arizona, and Utah. I was never a huge fan of the dry, barren landscapes, but camping provided a much-needed escape from the monotony of Orange County suburbia.
The first time I visited the Pacific Northwest, I was enchanted. The scenery was breathtakingâmajestic mountains, lush fields, and meandering rivers. It was clear that anyone who praised the desert's beauty had never laid eyes on the Cascades. Seeing grass and wildflowers growing without irrigation was practically a revelation.
When I was old enough, I moved to Washington state, immersing myself in nature every weekend. My adventures took me hiking through dense forests, camping by serene lakes, and occasionally taking mushrooms under peaceful waterfalls.
I joined several online forums dedicated to outdoor enthusiasts. One community that particularly fascinated me was the Northwest Tomb Raiders. This group of history buffs and thrill-seekers was dedicated to uncovering artifacts, whether Native American relics or treasures hidden in modern ruins. Many members were collectors, fencing their finds to museums and archaeologists, which made it a rather profitable side gig, should you be lucky enough.
In the fall of 2009, an intriguing post appeared on the forum. A user named Lokk claimed to have discovered a cache of artifacts with Scandinavian origins. He couldn't carry everything back due to the treacherous terrain and his age, so he shared the coordinates, hoping someone else could retrieve the items. I scrolled down to see a few posts of people planning to loot it in the Spring, when the paths have reopened. One user, Patagooner, planned on going as early as possible.
Excited by the prospect, I gathered my two friends, Carl and Noah, for the expedition. They weren't as enthusiastic about camping as I was, but after I told them how much a single arrowhead goes for on the black market, they were on board. It was the start of winter now, which had its advantages and disadvantages. On the plus side, the rangers would have a harder time spotting us. On the downside, the harsh conditions posed a serious challenge for two inexperienced hikers.
I mustâve blown about four grand at REI on gear for them, justifying it with the knowledge of how much more I would make with two extra packs. That is of course assuming there really were as many artifacts as Lokk had said, and Patagooner hadnât beaten me there.
The journey began like any other. We met in the pre-dawn darkness and went over our supplies, ensuring we had everything we needed. By mid-morning, we were on our way, my pickup truck winding up the mountain paths. The roads of Olympic National Park were the epitome of the raw, untamed beauty of the Pacific Northwest.
They snake through ancient forests, where towering Douglas firs and Western hemlocks create a verdant canopy overhead. Mist clings to the trees, giving the landscape an ethereal quality. Occasionally, the forest would open up to reveal breathtaking vistas of snow-capped peaks and deep, shadowy valleys.
As we climbed higher, the landscape grew increasingly desolate. The dense forest thinned out, replaced by rugged terrain and jagged rock formations. The air grew colder, and the first flurries of snow began to fall, dusting the ground in a thin, white layer. The road became narrower and more treacherous, winding precariously along the edge of steep cliffs.
Finally, a road closure blockade signaled the end of our journey in the truck. We unloaded three dirt bikesâone mine, two rentalsâand continued up the trail. The bikes roared to life, carrying us several more miles into the wilderness. The trail twisted and turned, cutting through dense underbrush and over fallen logs. The snow began to fall more heavily, blanketing the forest floor and muffling the sound of our engines. The world around us grew quieter, more isolated.
Eventually, the snow became too deep to traverse by bike. We dismounted and prepared to continue on foot. The silence of the forest was profound, broken only by the occasional rustle of branches in the wind. I checked my modern GPS, its screen displaying the coordinates and a relief map of our destination.
The cold air bit into our cheeks as we trudged through the snow-laden forest. The silence was almost oppressive, broken only by the crunch of our footsteps and the occasional call of distant wildlife. The GPS indicated we were close to our destination, but the dense underbrush and uneven terrain made progress slow.
Suddenly, Carl's excited whisper cut through the stillness. "Hey, look at that!"
He pointed to a small, furry creature ambling through the trees. It took a moment to realize what it wasâa bear cub, innocently exploring its surroundings.
My heart sank. "Carl, get back," I hissed, my voice low but urgent. "Where there's a cub, there's a..."
Before I could finish, a massive shape exploded from the trees. The mother bear, easily three times the size of the cub, charged at Carl with a ferocity. She was a blur of dark fur and powerful muscles, her roar echoing through the forest.
"Run!" I yelled, but it was too late. The bear was upon Carl, swiping at him with her massive paws. He screamed as he fell to the ground, the bear towering over him. Desperation and adrenaline surged through me. I grabbed the nearest heavy branch and swung it at the bear, hoping to distract her.
Noah joined in, shouting and waving his arms. We had to be careful; one wrong move and she would turn on us. The bear snarled, turning her attention away from Carl for just a moment. It was enough for him to scramble backwards, clutching his bleeding arm.
"We have to get him out of here," I shouted to Noah, who nodded, fear etched on his face. The bear, still enraged, seemed torn between attacking us and protecting her cub.
Using the brief respite, we hauled Carl to his feet. His face was white, and he was clearly in shock. Blood soaked his sleeve, dripping onto the snow. "There's a ranger station about two miles from here," I said, my voice shaking. "We need to get him there. Now."
We half-carried, half-dragged Carl through the forest, every shadow and sound heightening our paranoia.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the small, wooden structure of the ranger station came into view. We had been avoiding the rangers to keep our expedition secret, but now it was our only hope.
Pounding on the door, I prayed for a quick response. The door creaked open, and a weathered face appeared. "What happened?" the ranger demanded, taking in the sight of Carl's bloodied form.
"Bear attack," I gasped. "We need help."
The ranger's expression shifted from suspicion to urgency. "Get him inside. We've got a first aid kit and a radio."
As we eased Carl onto a makeshift bed, the ranger inspected his wounds. "You're lucky," he said after a moment. "The cuts are deep, but they missed any major arteries. He'll need stitches, but we can handle that here. No need for an airlift."
The ranger's face darkened as he turned to me. "What the hell are you boys doing out here?â
I hesitated, "We... we were just exploring."
The ranger's eyes narrowed, his anger palpable. "Exploring? In a restricted area? In the middle of winter? Are you out of your minds?"
He worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning and stitching Carl's wounds. Carl winced but stayed silent, his eyes closed in pain.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is out here?" the ranger continued, his voice rising. "The storm, the wildlife... This area is off-limits for a reason! You should have known better." he said, pushing a finger into my chest.
"We'll stay here for the night," he continued, "The storm's getting worse, and it's too dangerous to move him now. We'll reassess in the morning. And count yourself lucky I don't arrest your asses."
Night fell quickly, the storm outside growing more ferocious with each passing minute. The howling wind battered the small ranger station, and the walls creaked under the pressure. We huddled in the main room, the tension thick in the air.
The ranger looked at us sternly. "I need to check the perimeter and make sure everything is secure. There are things out there you donât want to encounter, especially in this storm."
"Things? What do you mean?" Noah asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The ranger's expression hardened. "Just stay put. No matter what you see or hear, do not leave this cabin. Understood?"
We nodded, the seriousness in his tone leaving no room for argument. "We'll stay put," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
The ranger grabbed his coat and shotgun. "I'll be back in an hour. Do not leave this cabin." With that, he opened the door and stepped into the raging storm, disappearing into the darkness.
As soon as the door closed, I turned to Noah. "We need to go. Now."
Noah's eyes widened. "Are you crazy? He said to stay put."
"If we wait until morning, we'll be escorted out of here and lose our chance. This might be our only opportunity to find those artifacts."
Noah hesitated with uncertainty "But... what about Carl?"
"He'll be fine here. The ranger can take care of him. We have to do this now."
Reluctantly, Noah nodded. "Alright. Let's take what we can and go."
We quickly looted extra gear from the cabin. I checked the GPS one last time before we slipped out into the storm, the cold wind battering us.
The snow fell heavily, obscuring our vision as we slogged through the forest. The ranger was nowhere in sight as we made our way towards the our destination, each step filled with trepidatious excitement.
The storm began to die down as we approached the coordinates. We stepped into a clearing where the undisturbed snow lay like a pristine white blanket. In the center stood an ancient, weathered stone altar, encircled by intricate wooden carvings, delicate metalwork, and beautifully crafted statues. The sight was breathtaking, a treasure trove, a veritable museum of paganism.
Noah and I exchanged glances, our eyes wide with amazement. "Do you see this?" I whispered, barely able to contain my excitement.
"We're going to be rich," Noah replied, his voice trembling with awe. "These must be worth a fortune!"
We approached cautiously, as if the vision before us might disappear. The craftsmanship was stunning. I reached out to touch a carved wooden idol, marveling at the detail. "This is incredible," I said, my voice barely audible.
We began to load our packs with as many artifacts as we could carry, each one more exquisite than the last. It was beyond our wildest dreams. We were so engrossed in our task that we didn't notice the small figure watching us from the ridge.
It wasn't until I turned to leave that I saw her. A young girl, maybe eight years old, stood there, her blue eyes wide with curiosity. She was dressed in simple, rustic clothing, her blonde straight hair blowing gently in the wind. For a moment, we just stared at each other.
"Noah," I whispered urgently, nudging him. "Look."
He turned, his eyes following my gaze. "What the...?" he muttered, his voice trailing off.
The girl took a tentative step forward, her eyes fixed on the items in our hands. There was no fear in her gaze, only a quiet intensity that made my skin crawl.
"Who are you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
She tilted her head slightly. "My name is Sigyn."
"What are you doing out here, Sigyn?" Noah asked, his voice shaky.
"I live here,"
"You live here?" I echoed, incredulous. "Is there anyone else around?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Where?" Noah demanded, looking around nervously.
"Everywhere," she said with a giggle.
The way she said it, so matter-of-factly, bothered me deeply. Noah and I exchanged a look, both of us trying to figure out what to do next.
"We can't take her back to the ranger," Noah started, "We'll lose everything."
I nodded, my mind racing. "Sigyn," I said slowly, "we need to know who else is here. Can you help us?"
She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes, then said, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Noah asked.
"For what's going to happen to you," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness.
"You need to tell us what's going on," Noah said, grabbing her arm roughly. "Why are you out here alone?"
She looked up at him, unperturbed. "I am not alone," she said softly.
Before we could press her further, a loud, guttural mooing sound echoed through the clearing. We turned towards the direction the girl had come from, and there, emerging from the shadows, was the silhouette of an elk. As it approached, my stomach dropped. Its body was a grotesque amalgamation of life and decay. Its skull was fully exposed, the eye sockets dark and empty. Large patches of its ribs were visible, the flesh around them rotted away.
The elk's movements were slow and deliberate, its head swaying as if in a trance. It walked directly towards us, its hollow eyes fixed on Sigyn. The closer it got, the more the stench of death filled the airâa nauseating mix of decay and earth. I fought the urge to retch.
Sigyn stood up, her expression calm. The monster sniffed her gently, its nostrils flaring. Without a word, she climbed onto its back, mounting it like a horse. It was a surreal and horrifying scene ripped straight from a nightmare.
As she settled onto the elk, she looked back at us, "A thief in the night shall reap what he sows," she said, her voice carrying an otherworldly echo. "Beware the price of stolen dreams."
With that, the beast turned and began to walk away, Sigyn riding it into the shadows of the forest. We stood there, frozen in place. The realization that we were in far over our heads began to sink in. This started to feel like a trap.
We need to get out of here," My voice trembling. "Now."
We turned to leave, our packs heavy with the pilfered goods. But as we took our first steps, the forest around us seemed to come alive. Shadows moved among the trees, and whispers floated on the wind. I quickened my pace, glancing nervously over my shoulder.
"Did you hear that?" Noah asked sharply,
"Just keep moving," I commanded.
A figure emerged from the shadows, blocking our path. It was a man, tall and gaunt, his eyes burning with an intense light. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice cold and menacing.
"We're leaving," I stammered. "We didn't mean any harm."
The man smirked, and with a swift motion, he raised his hand. More figures appeared, closing in on us from all sides. We were surrounded.
"Run!" I shouted, shoving Noah forward.
We sprinted through the forest, branches whipping at our faces and legs. The figures pursued us, their footsteps silent and relentless.
Noah stumbled and fell, his pack spilling open. Statues scattered across the ground, glinting in the moonlight. "Help!" he cried, scrambling to gather the items.
"Leave them!" I shouted, pulling him to his feet. "We have to keep moving!"
But it was too late, their hands seizing us. I struggled, kicking and thrashing, but their grips were too strong. They forced us to the ground, binding our hands with rough, coarse ropes.
"Please," I begged, "Don't hurt us."
The man who had first appeared stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "A thief in the night," he mocked.
They dragged us through the forest, the trees closing in around us like a cage. We were at their mercy.
In the distance, I could see the elk standing at the edge of the clearing, Sigyn still astride its back. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of pity. But then they turned away, disappearing into the shadows once more.
We were dragged into the heart of the forest, our struggles futile against the unyielding grip of our captors. As we broke through the treeline, a massive bonfire came into view, its flames licking the night sky. Shadows danced around the clearing, cast by the flickering light. A woman stood at the forefront, her presence commanding.
Her eyes were milk white, devoid of pupils, and her long, flowing white hair cascaded down her back. She was completely naked, her skin pale and marked with intricate symbols. Atop her head, she wore an elk skull, its antlers extending like eerie, skeletal fingers. She beat a drum emblazoned with more of the same cryptic symbols, each thud resonating deep within my chest.
Around the fire, about two dozen people stood, all drinking from crude, horned cups. Their faces were solemn, eyes fixed on the woman as she led them in a haunting chant. The atmosphere was thick with a mix of reverence and intoxication.
We were forced to our knees before the woman, who paused her drumming to look down at us. Her gaze was haunting, as if she could see into the very depths of our souls.
"Who are you?" Noah demanded, his voice trembling.
The woman ignored him, raising her arms to the sky. The chanting grew louder, the rhythm of the drum faster and more frenzied. The air around us seemed to vibrate with energy, the flames of the bonfire growing higher and more intense.
I glanced at Noah, fear mirrored in his eyes. The woman began to speak, her voice low and melodic, but filled with power, in a language I couldn't understand. Suddenly, she stopped, lowering her arms. The chanting ceased, and an silence fell over the clearing. She looked directly at me, her white eyes unblinking.
En tjuv i natten skördar vad han sÄr, akta dig för drömmar som du stjÀl och fÄr.
Hans skratt bevakar lundens gömda stig, dÀr skuggor sveper över skogens liv.
För varje stulet andetag och svek, mÄste en tjuv möta sitt smÀrtsamma ödelek.
Tricksterns vilja, vÄr ande hÀr, sÄ i hans nÄd, vÄra liv bÀr.
I was terrified and confused. She started again, softer, in a way I could understand.
A thief in the night shall reap what he sows, beware the price of stolen dreams.
His laughter guards our hidden groves, where shadows cloak the forest's seams.
For every stolen breath and lie, a thief must meet his painful end.
The tricksters will, our spirits tie, so in his grace, our lives suspend.
The crowd surged forward, grabbing Noah first. He screamed, his terror echoing through the trees as they pulled him towards a makeshift altar beside the bonfire. The woman chanted louder, her voice rising in a hypnotic rhythm as they began their gruesome work.
They stripped him of his shirt and bound his arms to a wooden frame. I tried to move, to help him, but the grip on my shoulders tightened, pinning me to the ground.
The woman approached Noah, holding a knife with a blade that gleamed in the firelight. She started to slice into his back, her movements deliberate and unhurried. Noah's screams pierced the night as she methodically carved the shape of wings into his flesh.
Blood poured from the wounds, soaking the ground beneath him. The crowd's chant grew louder, almost drowning out his cries. I watched in horror as the woman reached into the incisions, breaking the ribs and pulling them outward, creating a parody of wings.
Noah's agony was unbearable to witness. His screams turned to whimpers, his body convulsing in pain. The woman didn't stop until the work was complete, his lungs exposed and hanging grotesquely from his back.
They lifted Noah's broken body and placed him over the fire. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, making me gag. His life ebbed away as the flames consumed him, the once vibrant light in his eyes fading to nothing.
The woman turned to me, her expression devoid of mercy. "You will meet the same fate," she said, "He demands it."
The smell of burning flesh and the sight of his broken body over the fire was seared into my mind. Despair settled over me as I closed my eyes.
A deafening blast shattered the night. My eyes flew open to see the shaman stumbling backward, a gaping wound in her chest. She collapsed to the ground, her white eyes staring lifelessly into the void.
The villagers turned in shock as another shot rang out, this time hitting one of the men holding me. I twisted free from their grasp and saw the park ranger standing at the edge of the clearing, a pump-action shotgun in his hands. He fired again, the sound echoing through the forest, before one of them tackled him to the ground.
"Run!" he shouted, his voice raw and desperate. "Get the hell out of here!"
I didn't need to be told twice. I sprinted into the darkness, the chaos of the clearing fading behind me. Branches whipped at my face, and the snow underfoot made every step a struggle. I could hear the sounds of fighting and gunshots, but I forced myself to keep moving.
The cold air burned in my lungs, but adrenaline pushed me forward. I didn't stop until I reached the station, my legs threatening to give out from under me. I burst through the door and slammed it behind me.
Inside, Carl lay where we had left him, his face pale and twisted in pain. I stumbled to the radio, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the controls.
"Mayday, mayday!" I yelled into the microphone. "This is an emergency! We need help! Please, someone, come quickly!"
Static filled the room, punctuated by my ragged breaths. I repeated the call, my voice growing more frantic with each passing second. Finally, a voice crackled through the speaker. "This is Ranger Station Bravo. What's your location? Over."
I could barely form the words. "Olympic National Park! The ranger station near mount Christie! We're under attack! Please, send help!"
"Copy that. Help is on the way. Stay put and stay safe. Over."
I collapsed to the floor, my body trembling with exhaustion and fear. Carl moaned softly, his eyes fluttering open. "What⊠What happened? Where's Noah?â
Tears streamed down my face and I found myself choked up. âHeâs gone, man. Help is coming.â
The minutes stretched into an eternity as we waited. The wind howled around the station, and every creak and groan of the structure set my nerves on edge. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched, that the forest itself was closing in on us.
The radio crackled again, this time with a different voice. "Helicopter en route, ETA fifteen minutes. Prepare for extraction."
I glanced at Carl, his eyes filled with confusion. "Hang on. We're getting out of here."
As the minutes ticked by, I couldn't help but think about the ranger. He had saved my life, but he hadn't made it back. My mind conjured up images of what might have happened to him, the cultists overwhelming him in the darkness. A sense of guilt gnawed at me, knowing he had sacrificed himself for us.
The sound of rotors cut through the night, growing louder as the helicopter approached. I ran to the window and saw its searchlight piercing the treetops, scanning for the station.
I helped Carl to his feet, supporting his weight as we made our way to the hatch. The helicopter hovered above, lowering a rescue basket. The wind from the rotors whipped the snow into a frenzy, but I didn't care. Salvation was finally here.
We secured Carl in the basket first, and I watched as he was hoisted up, disappearing into the safety of the helicopter. My turn was next. I realized that I was now alone and exposed. Fear coursing through me as I scanned around the edge of the forest, expecting to be grabbed and taken seconds before my rescue. But the moment never came. As I gripped the rope, I took one last look at the forest below. The flames of the bonfire still flickered in the distance.
I was lifted into the air, the ground falling away beneath me. The helicopter's crew pulled me inside, and I collapsed onto the floor still holding onto my pack, my body finally giving in to exhaustion. The doors closed, and the helicopter banked away, leaving the horrors of the park behind.
Weeks had passed since the harrowing events, but the memories clung to me like the bitter cold. I had returned to civilization, seeking solace in the familiar chaos of the city. I found a wealthy collector through a network of contacts. The artifacts fetched a price tenfold the cost of gear. The money was substantial, but as I held the cash, it felt like a hollow victory.
Noah's absence weighed heavily on me. His disappearance was chalked up as a missing persons case, and despite my best efforts to explain what had happened, no one believed me. The authorities conducted a search of the area, but they found no trace of the cult, the artifacts, or the clearing. It was as if the forest had swallowed up all the evidence.
I returned to the site where we had parked the truck. The dirt bikes were gone, stolen by opportunistic thieves, but the truck remained. I drove back in silence, the road winding through the dense forest. For a moment, I thought I saw the girl watching me from atop a ridge until I realized it was just paranoia. I stepped on the gas a little harder.
Back home, I checked the Tomb Raiders forum again. The post that had led us into the forest was gone, deleted without a trace. I messaged the mods, but apparently, they donât keep records to maintain confidentiality. I wrote about our experience, detailing every terrifying moment, but the responses were skeptical at best. Most dismissed it as a work of fiction or a desperate cry for attention.
Time passed, and I tried to return to a semblance of normalcy. Yet, the wilderness called to me stronger than ever. It was my sanctuary, the only place where I could find peace amidst the turmoil. I spent more and more time outdoors than ever before, but now it always felt like I was just running from something.
Determined to prove what had happened, I returned to the forest with a camera and recording equipment. This time, I documented every step, capturing footage of the trees, the snow, and the eerie silence that hung in the air. I retraced our path, hoping to find the clearing again. But each night, as I reviewed the footage, something strange would happen. The files would be corrupted or entire segments missing.
I pressed on. I found the site where Noah had fallen, the ground still bearing faint traces of what had happened. I set up the camera and began to speak, recounting the events in detail. As I spoke, a cold wind swept through the clearing, and the camera's screen flickered. I finished my account and turned to check the recording, only to find the file corrupted once again, the footage replaced by static and a faint, mocking laughter.
I returned home, defeated and exhausted. My attempts to share what I had experienced were met with disbelief and ridicule. The files I managed to save were corrupted beyond recognition. It was as if the forest itself was conspiring against me.
Almost exactly one year later, as I browsed the forums, a new post caught my eye. It was cryptic, eerily similar to the one that had led us into the nightmare. It spoke of another trove of artifacts, hidden deep within the wilderness, waiting to be claimed.
The post was signed with a new name: Skygge. Different handle, same style. Another trap. They had taken so much from me, left scars that would never heal. I opened my drawer, my fingers brushing over the cold metal of my weapons. This was the moment I had been waiting for. This time, I'll be ready.
The forestâs secrets won't remain hidden forever.
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The first time I visited the Pacific Northwest, I was enchanted. The scenery was breathtakingâmajestic mountains, lush fields, and meandering rivers. It was clear that anyone who praised the desert's beauty had never laid eyes on the Cascades. Seeing grass and wildflowers growing without irrigation was practically a revelation.
When I was old enough, I moved to Washington state, immersing myself in nature every weekend. My adventures took me hiking through dense forests, camping by serene lakes, and occasionally taking mushrooms under peaceful waterfalls.
I joined several online forums dedicated to outdoor enthusiasts. One community that particularly fascinated me was the Northwest Tomb Raiders. This group of history buffs and thrill-seekers was dedicated to uncovering artifacts, whether Native American relics or treasures hidden in modern ruins. Many members were collectors, fencing their finds to museums and archaeologists, which made it a rather profitable side gig, should you be lucky enough.
In the fall of 2009, an intriguing post appeared on the forum. A user named Lokk claimed to have discovered a cache of artifacts with Scandinavian origins. He couldn't carry everything back due to the treacherous terrain and his age, so he shared the coordinates, hoping someone else could retrieve the items. I scrolled down to see a few posts of people planning to loot it in the Spring, when the paths have reopened. One user, Patagooner, planned on going as early as possible.
Excited by the prospect, I gathered my two friends, Carl and Noah, for the expedition. They weren't as enthusiastic about camping as I was, but after I told them how much a single arrowhead goes for on the black market, they were on board. It was the start of winter now, which had its advantages and disadvantages. On the plus side, the rangers would have a harder time spotting us. On the downside, the harsh conditions posed a serious challenge for two inexperienced hikers.
I mustâve blown about four grand at REI on gear for them, justifying it with the knowledge of how much more I would make with two extra packs. That is of course assuming there really were as many artifacts as Lokk had said, and Patagooner hadnât beaten me there.
The journey began like any other. We met in the pre-dawn darkness and went over our supplies, ensuring we had everything we needed. By mid-morning, we were on our way, my pickup truck winding up the mountain paths. The roads of Olympic National Park were the epitome of the raw, untamed beauty of the Pacific Northwest.
They snake through ancient forests, where towering Douglas firs and Western hemlocks create a verdant canopy overhead. Mist clings to the trees, giving the landscape an ethereal quality. Occasionally, the forest would open up to reveal breathtaking vistas of snow-capped peaks and deep, shadowy valleys.
As we climbed higher, the landscape grew increasingly desolate. The dense forest thinned out, replaced by rugged terrain and jagged rock formations. The air grew colder, and the first flurries of snow began to fall, dusting the ground in a thin, white layer. The road became narrower and more treacherous, winding precariously along the edge of steep cliffs.
Finally, a road closure blockade signaled the end of our journey in the truck. We unloaded three dirt bikesâone mine, two rentalsâand continued up the trail. The bikes roared to life, carrying us several more miles into the wilderness. The trail twisted and turned, cutting through dense underbrush and over fallen logs. The snow began to fall more heavily, blanketing the forest floor and muffling the sound of our engines. The world around us grew quieter, more isolated.
Eventually, the snow became too deep to traverse by bike. We dismounted and prepared to continue on foot. The silence of the forest was profound, broken only by the occasional rustle of branches in the wind. I checked my modern GPS, its screen displaying the coordinates and a relief map of our destination.
Suddenly, Carl's excited whisper cut through the stillness. "Hey, look at that!"
He pointed to a small, furry creature ambling through the trees. It took a moment to realize what it wasâa bear cub, innocently exploring its surroundings.
My heart sank. "Carl, get back," I hissed, my voice low but urgent. "Where there's a cub, there's a..."
Before I could finish, a massive shape exploded from the trees. The mother bear, easily three times the size of the cub, charged at Carl with a ferocity. She was a blur of dark fur and powerful muscles, her roar echoing through the forest.
"Run!" I yelled, but it was too late. The bear was upon Carl, swiping at him with her massive paws. He screamed as he fell to the ground, the bear towering over him. Desperation and adrenaline surged through me. I grabbed the nearest heavy branch and swung it at the bear, hoping to distract her.
Noah joined in, shouting and waving his arms. We had to be careful; one wrong move and she would turn on us. The bear snarled, turning her attention away from Carl for just a moment. It was enough for him to scramble backwards, clutching his bleeding arm.
"We have to get him out of here," I shouted to Noah, who nodded, fear etched on his face. The bear, still enraged, seemed torn between attacking us and protecting her cub.
Using the brief respite, we hauled Carl to his feet. His face was white, and he was clearly in shock. Blood soaked his sleeve, dripping onto the snow. "There's a ranger station about two miles from here," I said, my voice shaking. "We need to get him there. Now."
We half-carried, half-dragged Carl through the forest, every shadow and sound heightening our paranoia.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the small, wooden structure of the ranger station came into view. We had been avoiding the rangers to keep our expedition secret, but now it was our only hope.
Pounding on the door, I prayed for a quick response. The door creaked open, and a weathered face appeared. "What happened?" the ranger demanded, taking in the sight of Carl's bloodied form.
"Bear attack," I gasped. "We need help."
The ranger's expression shifted from suspicion to urgency. "Get him inside. We've got a first aid kit and a radio."
As we eased Carl onto a makeshift bed, the ranger inspected his wounds. "You're lucky," he said after a moment. "The cuts are deep, but they missed any major arteries. He'll need stitches, but we can handle that here. No need for an airlift."
The ranger's face darkened as he turned to me. "What the hell are you boys doing out here?â
I hesitated, "We... we were just exploring."
The ranger's eyes narrowed, his anger palpable. "Exploring? In a restricted area? In the middle of winter? Are you out of your minds?"
He worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning and stitching Carl's wounds. Carl winced but stayed silent, his eyes closed in pain.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is out here?" the ranger continued, his voice rising. "The storm, the wildlife... This area is off-limits for a reason! You should have known better." he said, pushing a finger into my chest.
"We'll stay here for the night," he continued, "The storm's getting worse, and it's too dangerous to move him now. We'll reassess in the morning. And count yourself lucky I don't arrest your asses."
The ranger looked at us sternly. "I need to check the perimeter and make sure everything is secure. There are things out there you donât want to encounter, especially in this storm."
"Things? What do you mean?" Noah asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The ranger's expression hardened. "Just stay put. No matter what you see or hear, do not leave this cabin. Understood?"
We nodded, the seriousness in his tone leaving no room for argument. "We'll stay put," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
The ranger grabbed his coat and shotgun. "I'll be back in an hour. Do not leave this cabin." With that, he opened the door and stepped into the raging storm, disappearing into the darkness.
As soon as the door closed, I turned to Noah. "We need to go. Now."
Noah's eyes widened. "Are you crazy? He said to stay put."
"If we wait until morning, we'll be escorted out of here and lose our chance. This might be our only opportunity to find those artifacts."
Noah hesitated with uncertainty "But... what about Carl?"
"He'll be fine here. The ranger can take care of him. We have to do this now."
Reluctantly, Noah nodded. "Alright. Let's take what we can and go."
We quickly looted extra gear from the cabin. I checked the GPS one last time before we slipped out into the storm, the cold wind battering us.
The snow fell heavily, obscuring our vision as we slogged through the forest. The ranger was nowhere in sight as we made our way towards the our destination, each step filled with trepidatious excitement.
Noah and I exchanged glances, our eyes wide with amazement. "Do you see this?" I whispered, barely able to contain my excitement.
"We're going to be rich," Noah replied, his voice trembling with awe. "These must be worth a fortune!"
We approached cautiously, as if the vision before us might disappear. The craftsmanship was stunning. I reached out to touch a carved wooden idol, marveling at the detail. "This is incredible," I said, my voice barely audible.
We began to load our packs with as many artifacts as we could carry, each one more exquisite than the last. It was beyond our wildest dreams. We were so engrossed in our task that we didn't notice the small figure watching us from the ridge.
It wasn't until I turned to leave that I saw her. A young girl, maybe eight years old, stood there, her blue eyes wide with curiosity. She was dressed in simple, rustic clothing, her blonde straight hair blowing gently in the wind. For a moment, we just stared at each other.
"Noah," I whispered urgently, nudging him. "Look."
He turned, his eyes following my gaze. "What the...?" he muttered, his voice trailing off.
The girl took a tentative step forward, her eyes fixed on the items in our hands. There was no fear in her gaze, only a quiet intensity that made my skin crawl.
"Who are you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
She tilted her head slightly. "My name is Sigyn."
"What are you doing out here, Sigyn?" Noah asked, his voice shaky.
"I live here,"
"You live here?" I echoed, incredulous. "Is there anyone else around?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Where?" Noah demanded, looking around nervously.
"Everywhere," she said with a giggle.
The way she said it, so matter-of-factly, bothered me deeply. Noah and I exchanged a look, both of us trying to figure out what to do next.
"We can't take her back to the ranger," Noah started, "We'll lose everything."
I nodded, my mind racing. "Sigyn," I said slowly, "we need to know who else is here. Can you help us?"
She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes, then said, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Noah asked.
"For what's going to happen to you," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness.
She looked up at him, unperturbed. "I am not alone," she said softly.
Before we could press her further, a loud, guttural mooing sound echoed through the clearing. We turned towards the direction the girl had come from, and there, emerging from the shadows, was the silhouette of an elk. As it approached, my stomach dropped. Its body was a grotesque amalgamation of life and decay. Its skull was fully exposed, the eye sockets dark and empty. Large patches of its ribs were visible, the flesh around them rotted away.
The elk's movements were slow and deliberate, its head swaying as if in a trance. It walked directly towards us, its hollow eyes fixed on Sigyn. The closer it got, the more the stench of death filled the airâa nauseating mix of decay and earth. I fought the urge to retch.
Sigyn stood up, her expression calm. The monster sniffed her gently, its nostrils flaring. Without a word, she climbed onto its back, mounting it like a horse. It was a surreal and horrifying scene ripped straight from a nightmare.
As she settled onto the elk, she looked back at us, "A thief in the night shall reap what he sows," she said, her voice carrying an otherworldly echo. "Beware the price of stolen dreams."
With that, the beast turned and began to walk away, Sigyn riding it into the shadows of the forest. We stood there, frozen in place. The realization that we were in far over our heads began to sink in. This started to feel like a trap.
We turned to leave, our packs heavy with the pilfered goods. But as we took our first steps, the forest around us seemed to come alive. Shadows moved among the trees, and whispers floated on the wind. I quickened my pace, glancing nervously over my shoulder.
"Did you hear that?" Noah asked sharply,
"Just keep moving," I commanded.
A figure emerged from the shadows, blocking our path. It was a man, tall and gaunt, his eyes burning with an intense light. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice cold and menacing.
"We're leaving," I stammered. "We didn't mean any harm."
The man smirked, and with a swift motion, he raised his hand. More figures appeared, closing in on us from all sides. We were surrounded.
"Run!" I shouted, shoving Noah forward.
We sprinted through the forest, branches whipping at our faces and legs. The figures pursued us, their footsteps silent and relentless.
Noah stumbled and fell, his pack spilling open. Statues scattered across the ground, glinting in the moonlight. "Help!" he cried, scrambling to gather the items.
"Leave them!" I shouted, pulling him to his feet. "We have to keep moving!"
But it was too late, their hands seizing us. I struggled, kicking and thrashing, but their grips were too strong. They forced us to the ground, binding our hands with rough, coarse ropes.
"Please," I begged, "Don't hurt us."
The man who had first appeared stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "A thief in the night," he mocked.
They dragged us through the forest, the trees closing in around us like a cage. We were at their mercy.
In the distance, I could see the elk standing at the edge of the clearing, Sigyn still astride its back. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of pity. But then they turned away, disappearing into the shadows once more.
Her eyes were milk white, devoid of pupils, and her long, flowing white hair cascaded down her back. She was completely naked, her skin pale and marked with intricate symbols. Atop her head, she wore an elk skull, its antlers extending like eerie, skeletal fingers. She beat a drum emblazoned with more of the same cryptic symbols, each thud resonating deep within my chest.
Around the fire, about two dozen people stood, all drinking from crude, horned cups. Their faces were solemn, eyes fixed on the woman as she led them in a haunting chant. The atmosphere was thick with a mix of reverence and intoxication.
We were forced to our knees before the woman, who paused her drumming to look down at us. Her gaze was haunting, as if she could see into the very depths of our souls.
"Who are you?" Noah demanded, his voice trembling.
The woman ignored him, raising her arms to the sky. The chanting grew louder, the rhythm of the drum faster and more frenzied. The air around us seemed to vibrate with energy, the flames of the bonfire growing higher and more intense.
I glanced at Noah, fear mirrored in his eyes. The woman began to speak, her voice low and melodic, but filled with power, in a language I couldn't understand. Suddenly, she stopped, lowering her arms. The chanting ceased, and an silence fell over the clearing. She looked directly at me, her white eyes unblinking.
En tjuv i natten skördar vad han sÄr, akta dig för drömmar som du stjÀl och fÄr.
Hans skratt bevakar lundens gömda stig, dÀr skuggor sveper över skogens liv.
För varje stulet andetag och svek, mÄste en tjuv möta sitt smÀrtsamma ödelek.
Tricksterns vilja, vÄr ande hÀr, sÄ i hans nÄd, vÄra liv bÀr.
I was terrified and confused. She started again, softer, in a way I could understand.
A thief in the night shall reap what he sows, beware the price of stolen dreams.
His laughter guards our hidden groves, where shadows cloak the forest's seams.
For every stolen breath and lie, a thief must meet his painful end.
The tricksters will, our spirits tie, so in his grace, our lives suspend.
The crowd surged forward, grabbing Noah first. He screamed, his terror echoing through the trees as they pulled him towards a makeshift altar beside the bonfire. The woman chanted louder, her voice rising in a hypnotic rhythm as they began their gruesome work.
They stripped him of his shirt and bound his arms to a wooden frame. I tried to move, to help him, but the grip on my shoulders tightened, pinning me to the ground.
The woman approached Noah, holding a knife with a blade that gleamed in the firelight. She started to slice into his back, her movements deliberate and unhurried. Noah's screams pierced the night as she methodically carved the shape of wings into his flesh.
Blood poured from the wounds, soaking the ground beneath him. The crowd's chant grew louder, almost drowning out his cries. I watched in horror as the woman reached into the incisions, breaking the ribs and pulling them outward, creating a parody of wings.
Noah's agony was unbearable to witness. His screams turned to whimpers, his body convulsing in pain. The woman didn't stop until the work was complete, his lungs exposed and hanging grotesquely from his back.
They lifted Noah's broken body and placed him over the fire. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, making me gag. His life ebbed away as the flames consumed him, the once vibrant light in his eyes fading to nothing.
The woman turned to me, her expression devoid of mercy. "You will meet the same fate," she said, "He demands it."
A deafening blast shattered the night. My eyes flew open to see the shaman stumbling backward, a gaping wound in her chest. She collapsed to the ground, her white eyes staring lifelessly into the void.
The villagers turned in shock as another shot rang out, this time hitting one of the men holding me. I twisted free from their grasp and saw the park ranger standing at the edge of the clearing, a pump-action shotgun in his hands. He fired again, the sound echoing through the forest, before one of them tackled him to the ground.
"Run!" he shouted, his voice raw and desperate. "Get the hell out of here!"
I didn't need to be told twice. I sprinted into the darkness, the chaos of the clearing fading behind me. Branches whipped at my face, and the snow underfoot made every step a struggle. I could hear the sounds of fighting and gunshots, but I forced myself to keep moving.
The cold air burned in my lungs, but adrenaline pushed me forward. I didn't stop until I reached the station, my legs threatening to give out from under me. I burst through the door and slammed it behind me.
Inside, Carl lay where we had left him, his face pale and twisted in pain. I stumbled to the radio, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the controls.
"Mayday, mayday!" I yelled into the microphone. "This is an emergency! We need help! Please, someone, come quickly!"
Static filled the room, punctuated by my ragged breaths. I repeated the call, my voice growing more frantic with each passing second. Finally, a voice crackled through the speaker. "This is Ranger Station Bravo. What's your location? Over."
I could barely form the words. "Olympic National Park! The ranger station near mount Christie! We're under attack! Please, send help!"
"Copy that. Help is on the way. Stay put and stay safe. Over."
I collapsed to the floor, my body trembling with exhaustion and fear. Carl moaned softly, his eyes fluttering open. "What⊠What happened? Where's Noah?â
Tears streamed down my face and I found myself choked up. âHeâs gone, man. Help is coming.â
The minutes stretched into an eternity as we waited. The wind howled around the station, and every creak and groan of the structure set my nerves on edge. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched, that the forest itself was closing in on us.
The radio crackled again, this time with a different voice. "Helicopter en route, ETA fifteen minutes. Prepare for extraction."
I glanced at Carl, his eyes filled with confusion. "Hang on. We're getting out of here."
As the minutes ticked by, I couldn't help but think about the ranger. He had saved my life, but he hadn't made it back. My mind conjured up images of what might have happened to him, the cultists overwhelming him in the darkness. A sense of guilt gnawed at me, knowing he had sacrificed himself for us.
The sound of rotors cut through the night, growing louder as the helicopter approached. I ran to the window and saw its searchlight piercing the treetops, scanning for the station.
I helped Carl to his feet, supporting his weight as we made our way to the hatch. The helicopter hovered above, lowering a rescue basket. The wind from the rotors whipped the snow into a frenzy, but I didn't care. Salvation was finally here.
We secured Carl in the basket first, and I watched as he was hoisted up, disappearing into the safety of the helicopter. My turn was next. I realized that I was now alone and exposed. Fear coursing through me as I scanned around the edge of the forest, expecting to be grabbed and taken seconds before my rescue. But the moment never came. As I gripped the rope, I took one last look at the forest below. The flames of the bonfire still flickered in the distance.
I was lifted into the air, the ground falling away beneath me. The helicopter's crew pulled me inside, and I collapsed onto the floor still holding onto my pack, my body finally giving in to exhaustion. The doors closed, and the helicopter banked away, leaving the horrors of the park behind.
Noah's absence weighed heavily on me. His disappearance was chalked up as a missing persons case, and despite my best efforts to explain what had happened, no one believed me. The authorities conducted a search of the area, but they found no trace of the cult, the artifacts, or the clearing. It was as if the forest had swallowed up all the evidence.
I returned to the site where we had parked the truck. The dirt bikes were gone, stolen by opportunistic thieves, but the truck remained. I drove back in silence, the road winding through the dense forest. For a moment, I thought I saw the girl watching me from atop a ridge until I realized it was just paranoia. I stepped on the gas a little harder.
Back home, I checked the Tomb Raiders forum again. The post that had led us into the forest was gone, deleted without a trace. I messaged the mods, but apparently, they donât keep records to maintain confidentiality. I wrote about our experience, detailing every terrifying moment, but the responses were skeptical at best. Most dismissed it as a work of fiction or a desperate cry for attention.
Time passed, and I tried to return to a semblance of normalcy. Yet, the wilderness called to me stronger than ever. It was my sanctuary, the only place where I could find peace amidst the turmoil. I spent more and more time outdoors than ever before, but now it always felt like I was just running from something.
Determined to prove what had happened, I returned to the forest with a camera and recording equipment. This time, I documented every step, capturing footage of the trees, the snow, and the eerie silence that hung in the air. I retraced our path, hoping to find the clearing again. But each night, as I reviewed the footage, something strange would happen. The files would be corrupted or entire segments missing.
I pressed on. I found the site where Noah had fallen, the ground still bearing faint traces of what had happened. I set up the camera and began to speak, recounting the events in detail. As I spoke, a cold wind swept through the clearing, and the camera's screen flickered. I finished my account and turned to check the recording, only to find the file corrupted once again, the footage replaced by static and a faint, mocking laughter.
I returned home, defeated and exhausted. My attempts to share what I had experienced were met with disbelief and ridicule. The files I managed to save were corrupted beyond recognition. It was as if the forest itself was conspiring against me.
Almost exactly one year later, as I browsed the forums, a new post caught my eye. It was cryptic, eerily similar to the one that had led us into the nightmare. It spoke of another trove of artifacts, hidden deep within the wilderness, waiting to be claimed.
The post was signed with a new name: Skygge. Different handle, same style. Another trap. They had taken so much from me, left scars that would never heal. I opened my drawer, my fingers brushing over the cold metal of my weapons. This was the moment I had been waiting for. This time, I'll be ready.
The forestâs secrets won't remain hidden forever.
2024.05.16 14:41 NoNotSage VENT: This marriage has always been unfair and unbalanced, financially
As the title states, my (50/F) marriage to covert narc wayward husband (51/M) has been unfair and unbalanced from day one. I'm deeply ashamed that I allowed it, although a part of me is somewhat relieved that I have finally seen the light.
Covert narc wayward husband (CNWH) and I have been married for about 20 years. I have a son from my first marriage, who was 11 at the time of the wedding. CNWH was staunchly child-free by choice, which I was and am completely fine with. He said he wanted a family, and he was perfectly fine with a step-child. In the end, it was clear that wasn't the case, and the moment we moved in together, he was almost never home, instead burying himself in work, which was and is how he lives his life. And he was salaried, so it wasn't as if he received extra pay for all these extra work hours. But I digress.
When CNWH and I got together, it was at the end of my divorce proceedings, which had dragged on and on. Like an idiot, I married him less than a year after my divorce was final. I was thrilled to have someone who seemed to like me, paid bills on time, and cleaned his place. Yes. Low bar. I know.
CNWH had lived in a coworker's basement apartment before we lived together. He was charged WELL below market rate, and he also didn't have to pay any utilities. Besides that, he always had a second job, because he didn't have a life of friends, other than his sister.
Despite having a mom who would constantly bail him out financially, having no dependents, and very low living expenses, he always struggled financially. When it came time for us to buy a house, it turned out he had a bunch of debt and no downpayment. I made the downpayment and agreed to pay a higher share of the mortgage and bills. No problem, since I earned more at my one job than he did at both of his jobs.
But, over time, I began to see that things were very unfair financially, but like the ass that I am, I said nothing. Naturally, it was only fair that I pay a larger percentage of the household bills, since I made more and had a child. But it soon became clear that I was paying a very unfair larger percentage. He had plenty of disposable income. He bought clothes. Easily fixed his car. Bought gas station iced tea most days. Had enough money to go on an international trip with his mom and sister. There wasn't enough money for me to go, so I stayed home. I struggled to cover the basics. I said nothing, because I figured this was the price to pay when I brought a child into the household, and he did not. Meanwhile, I was having a hard time affording groceries. He insisted we shop separately.
No matter whoever earned more or less, I have always paid a far larger share of my income to household expenses. The situation never bothered him because he was benefitting. CNWH always had the newer car, while mine was falling into disrepair. His closet was always full of the clothes he wanted or needed. He would take an annual trip to visit his family, and I wouldn't go, because we couldn't afford for two people to go, and also, I needed to save my paid time off for my son. He would make frivolous purchases, and then never use the items: a smoker, a drone, an air compressor, exercise equipment, and much more.
We always operated with separate banking accounts. CNWH would tell me to ask for money when I needed it, or he would show me balances if I asked, but then he would "forget," or "do it later." If I reminded him, I was a critical nag.
The other thing that really bothers me is that CNWH acts like he's a self-made man, based on hard work and bootstrapping. Yes, he has always worked a ton of hours. But we don't all have Mommy's checking account to bail us out and offer large cash gifts. Without those things, I'm not sure where he would be.
After CNWH's emotional affair and dating app use, I've had a long time to reflect about how unfair things have been in this marriage, financially. He had told me for years, "Let's go to the bank and open a joint account." When I finally said last year that I wanted to do it, he pushed back, babbling about autonomy, his credit card, and a bunch of bullshit. This was when I knew I'd been thoroughly gaslit. He NEVER wanted me to have access to marital funds. I pushed, and now, after nearly 20 years, I can access a shared bank account.
I'm stuck financially for the time being, but with continued planning, I hope to escape. Just not soon enough.
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Covert narc wayward husband (CNWH) and I have been married for about 20 years. I have a son from my first marriage, who was 11 at the time of the wedding. CNWH was staunchly child-free by choice, which I was and am completely fine with. He said he wanted a family, and he was perfectly fine with a step-child. In the end, it was clear that wasn't the case, and the moment we moved in together, he was almost never home, instead burying himself in work, which was and is how he lives his life. And he was salaried, so it wasn't as if he received extra pay for all these extra work hours. But I digress.
When CNWH and I got together, it was at the end of my divorce proceedings, which had dragged on and on. Like an idiot, I married him less than a year after my divorce was final. I was thrilled to have someone who seemed to like me, paid bills on time, and cleaned his place. Yes. Low bar. I know.
CNWH had lived in a coworker's basement apartment before we lived together. He was charged WELL below market rate, and he also didn't have to pay any utilities. Besides that, he always had a second job, because he didn't have a life of friends, other than his sister.
Despite having a mom who would constantly bail him out financially, having no dependents, and very low living expenses, he always struggled financially. When it came time for us to buy a house, it turned out he had a bunch of debt and no downpayment. I made the downpayment and agreed to pay a higher share of the mortgage and bills. No problem, since I earned more at my one job than he did at both of his jobs.
But, over time, I began to see that things were very unfair financially, but like the ass that I am, I said nothing. Naturally, it was only fair that I pay a larger percentage of the household bills, since I made more and had a child. But it soon became clear that I was paying a very unfair larger percentage. He had plenty of disposable income. He bought clothes. Easily fixed his car. Bought gas station iced tea most days. Had enough money to go on an international trip with his mom and sister. There wasn't enough money for me to go, so I stayed home. I struggled to cover the basics. I said nothing, because I figured this was the price to pay when I brought a child into the household, and he did not. Meanwhile, I was having a hard time affording groceries. He insisted we shop separately.
No matter whoever earned more or less, I have always paid a far larger share of my income to household expenses. The situation never bothered him because he was benefitting. CNWH always had the newer car, while mine was falling into disrepair. His closet was always full of the clothes he wanted or needed. He would take an annual trip to visit his family, and I wouldn't go, because we couldn't afford for two people to go, and also, I needed to save my paid time off for my son. He would make frivolous purchases, and then never use the items: a smoker, a drone, an air compressor, exercise equipment, and much more.
We always operated with separate banking accounts. CNWH would tell me to ask for money when I needed it, or he would show me balances if I asked, but then he would "forget," or "do it later." If I reminded him, I was a critical nag.
The other thing that really bothers me is that CNWH acts like he's a self-made man, based on hard work and bootstrapping. Yes, he has always worked a ton of hours. But we don't all have Mommy's checking account to bail us out and offer large cash gifts. Without those things, I'm not sure where he would be.
After CNWH's emotional affair and dating app use, I've had a long time to reflect about how unfair things have been in this marriage, financially. He had told me for years, "Let's go to the bank and open a joint account." When I finally said last year that I wanted to do it, he pushed back, babbling about autonomy, his credit card, and a bunch of bullshit. This was when I knew I'd been thoroughly gaslit. He NEVER wanted me to have access to marital funds. I pushed, and now, after nearly 20 years, I can access a shared bank account.
I'm stuck financially for the time being, but with continued planning, I hope to escape. Just not soon enough.
2024.05.16 14:39 Extension_Bit4323 Kinda feel ripped off.
 | I bought an oil pressure switch yesterday for ÂŁ14 and was gonna get it fitted today or look up on YouTube but had an appointment today to check the oil light so I thought đ€ maybe they'll find something. Cos last time I had the switch replaced, no light came up the MOT tester just touched it and his hand was covered in oil so he said get a new one. So I thought the light coming on was more serious and if you check post history, I took a video of it. submitted by Extension_Bit4323 to CarTalkUK [link] [comments] So I dropped the car off and got called up later saying its ready and when I get there he says all done and it's ÂŁ60 and I was like ".... Wut." and I asked what he found and he said it was the oil switch and I was like đ đ« I was told that the diagnosis would be ÂŁ35 then they'd call me up with what's wrong but guess they went straight ahead. Also as I was leaving, backing out I was stopped by one of the guys and he said needed to check the oil level. He pulled out the dipstick then went to fetch some more and the viscosity kinda looked like water x_x I had a bottle of oil myself in the boot cos the level kept dropping. He tested the dipstick twice and poured some more in then said I was good. Was gonna get the a/c compressor replaced and budgeted for oil light to be ÂŁ35 but now I gotta wait til I get paid in two weeks đ© Also took my petrol money. I've cleaned off the compressor and we'll see if it's stopped leaking and if it'll leak again I'll be like "I want a refund" lol. F-ck my life. đ |
2024.05.16 14:37 GitProtect Devs To Devs: How To Avoid Common Developersâ Mistakes On GitHub
 | https://preview.redd.it/spl7qg204s0d1.jpg?width=800&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=378417f074d1027a590ac6b18518f2d361c95b79 submitted by GitProtect to GitProtect [link] [comments] The digital age is an age of opportunity. But along with opportunities come risks and problems. Developing modern software is a complex task that requires attention to detail and a wide knowledge of many aspects of programming. But even experienced programmers can make mistakes that can lead to a host of problems, such as bugs, performance issues, or security vulnerabilities. Letâs take a look at some of the most common mistakes developers make when working with GitHub. Whether youâre a novice programmer taking your first steps or a seasoned expert looking to improve your skills, this article should help you avoid common pitfalls when working with the popular version control system. With this knowledge, we should create better solutions that are reliable, efficient, and secure. In recent years, GitHub has become an essential tool for developers to collaborate and manage source code. However, using this tool can also lead to some common developer mistakes that can have a significant impact on the development process. One of the most frequent problems is simply the improper use of version control. And this can lead to loss of code and, most importantly, to the waste of our most precious resource: time. An example of a mistake is not regularly making changes to the repository, which leads to confusion and a lack of insight into the development process. In addition, failure to update repositories can cause merge conflicts. This is not a terrible thing, but on the other hand, poor management of code merge policies can lead to wasted time when resolving conflicts. We also need to be alert to the fact that improper handling of sensitive information in repositories can lead to security vulnerabilities. Being aware of such common GitHub errors is the first step in avoiding them, and with the right knowledge, developers can ensure that their code is organized, secure, and manageable. Popular developersâ mistakesNone of us is infallible. However, the most common reason for developersâ mistakes is a lack of knowledge. Increasing awareness and proper education allow us to minimize risks and create better solutions. So letâs check out some common slip-ups that happen even to experienced programmers.
A much greater risk, on the other hand, is when, for example, we create some PoC from scratch, checking certain things before we share or show our work to others. It may then happen that our local copy is the only existing version. It doesnât matter if this happens due to hardware failure, accidental deletion, or any other reason. The result can be the loss of important code changes, documentation, or any other project-related data. Subsequently, this can result in lost time and effort to restore lost work, missed deadlines, and potential damage to the organizationâs reputation. If the repository has not been backed up to another device or cloud storage service, it may not be possible to recover lost data. And it will only be our fault.
This is doubly important in todayâs IT world, full of cloud services like GCP or AWS. Such platforms charge based on the number of servers/requests etc. If we carelessly or ignorantly expose our cloud platform credentials we may end up consuming unplanned resources, and end up with a hefty bill for services we didnât plan to perform. This is one of the most painful developer mistakes. GitHub addresses this and provides a solution called âsecret scanning.â It doesnât solve the problem completely, but it makes it easier for us to control and track the accidental placement of secrets in our repositories. More about that tool you can find in GitHub Docs.
GitHub supports organization-level permissions, enabling centralized control over access to multiple repositories. This allows organizations to easily and effectively manage access at a higher level and ensure consistent permissions across all our repositories. We can also control the access through the use of deploy keys, which allow for secure authentication and access to specific repositories or servers. This provides an additional layer of security, ensuring that only authorized individuals or systems can access sensitive code or data.
Consequences of developersâ mistakesThe above list is just a sampling of some common developersâ mistakes when working with GitHub. Some of them seem so trivial that we are certain that we (or our employees) donât make them, yet you can never be sure of anything. What is important is that our mistakes can have serious consequences, like accidentally losing some important piece of code or exposing sensitive information in a repository.These errors can cause us a lot of damage. Let me point out âonlyâ delays in project timelines, loss of productivity, or even compromise of the security of the project or exposure to ransomware attacks. Nowadays, it is very important for us and our customers to have some security certifications, so such situations are unacceptable. We donât want our company or project to be found as an anti-pattern in reports such as GitGuardian. Therefore, every developer needs to take the necessary precautions, and do as much as possible to minimize the impact of mistakes on GitHub. How to minimize riskSo what can we do in this situation? Of course, the first and most important step is to educate ourselves and become aware of the risks associated with the above errors and their consequences. A good knowledge of Git VCS technology is the foundation for avoiding popular Git errors. But it is not enough. Knowledge of the GitHub platform, and how to configure our projects and repositories, is another key issue. The aforementioned secret-scanning tool by GitHub or third-party tools like gitLeaks, for example, can be very helpful in avoiding such errors in our code.Considering all the dangers and their potential consequences, it is crucial to have proper DevOps backup solutions in place, like GitProtect.io backup and Disaster Recovery software GitHubhttps://gitprotect.io/github.html. Being able to recover our data in case of any failure, regardless of the cause, is something essential in todayâs IT world. Additionally, proper education on the use of GitHub and the risks associated with it can help us avoid common mistakes. By taking these steps, we and our teams can work more confidently and effectively with GitHub while minimizing the potential for mistakes and data loss. |
2024.05.16 14:37 JQKAndrei I made an Anki Deck with the ~2000 most popular words from KRDICT
I recently downloaded the Elementary level â
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words from krdict.korean.go.kr and made an Anki deck with them.
I managed to include all the possible meanings of the words as well as distinguishing when a word can be more than one part of speech (eg. words that can be both noun and adverb)
I've been using krdict a lot to check if the words I find around are "legit" so now I just thought why not make a deck with krdict itself?
Just in case anyone might find this useful, the deck can be found here:
https://ankiweb.net/shared/info/1653863328?cb=1715855044082
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I managed to include all the possible meanings of the words as well as distinguishing when a word can be more than one part of speech (eg. words that can be both noun and adverb)
I've been using krdict a lot to check if the words I find around are "legit" so now I just thought why not make a deck with krdict itself?
Just in case anyone might find this useful, the deck can be found here:
https://ankiweb.net/shared/info/1653863328?cb=1715855044082
2024.05.16 14:37 Dirty-Raccoon Strange Phone Call 4 days ago
All names were changed for the sake of anonymity.
Context: When I moved to Canada 4 years ago, I got a local phone number. Soon after, I have received at least 1 call a month asking for John Doe, and asking if he wanted to talk about Crpyto or banking stuff, or possible loans. I normally tell them they have the wrong number and hang up.
On Sunday, 9pm (London UK time), I recieved a phone call from the UK. I was running late for work so I just assumed it was another John Doe call. A british man (which surprised me because normally i get strange accents) on the line asks me if i've been recieving calls regarding John Doe! I say yes? and he asks me to answer some clarifying questions. I ask what this is regards to, and he tells me that there has been a lawsuit started against John Doe, and that they're trying to collect evidence. To be completely honest, it sounded cool, and I wanted to put an end to the random phone calls I receive, so I agreed. He asked for my name, I gave only my first. Answered a bunch of questions, and then requested he send a legal document for consent via email if he wants any further information.
Here is where I feel I messed up: I gave my personal email, which, while running late for work, I didn't realise could possibly be used against me as it contained my first name, middle initial, and last name. When he asked me to confirm the email, he even used the NATO alphabet to confirm, which seemed professional to me, and then when i said "yep" to the last letter, he asked to put me on hold, but the line disconnected. I assumed he would call back but never did. And I've called the number and it's been switched off.
The last 4 days I've checked for emails or missed calls, worrying that I had given away more than I had realised. Maybe a sign-in attempt will be made. Not sure. So far, nothing. Also realised I never asked for the law firm's name or number. Tried to check if the number was associated with anyone, its just a private number from the uk.
What can a scammer do with my first name last name email and phone number?
Is this even a scam? Or just a bad lawfirm?
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Context: When I moved to Canada 4 years ago, I got a local phone number. Soon after, I have received at least 1 call a month asking for John Doe, and asking if he wanted to talk about Crpyto or banking stuff, or possible loans. I normally tell them they have the wrong number and hang up.
On Sunday, 9pm (London UK time), I recieved a phone call from the UK. I was running late for work so I just assumed it was another John Doe call. A british man (which surprised me because normally i get strange accents) on the line asks me if i've been recieving calls regarding John Doe! I say yes? and he asks me to answer some clarifying questions. I ask what this is regards to, and he tells me that there has been a lawsuit started against John Doe, and that they're trying to collect evidence. To be completely honest, it sounded cool, and I wanted to put an end to the random phone calls I receive, so I agreed. He asked for my name, I gave only my first. Answered a bunch of questions, and then requested he send a legal document for consent via email if he wants any further information.
Here is where I feel I messed up: I gave my personal email, which, while running late for work, I didn't realise could possibly be used against me as it contained my first name, middle initial, and last name. When he asked me to confirm the email, he even used the NATO alphabet to confirm, which seemed professional to me, and then when i said "yep" to the last letter, he asked to put me on hold, but the line disconnected. I assumed he would call back but never did. And I've called the number and it's been switched off.
The last 4 days I've checked for emails or missed calls, worrying that I had given away more than I had realised. Maybe a sign-in attempt will be made. Not sure. So far, nothing. Also realised I never asked for the law firm's name or number. Tried to check if the number was associated with anyone, its just a private number from the uk.
What can a scammer do with my first name last name email and phone number?
Is this even a scam? Or just a bad lawfirm?
2024.05.16 14:36 Used_Apartment_5982 Friendship breakup with people pleaser
Hi, just seeking advice if anyone has been in a similar situation (either the people pleaser friend who exploded, or the one that was broken up with) and can shed light on how you felt.
Essentially I had a best friend for many years who I considered a sister - we had such fun together and I shared my most vulnerable feelings with her. I loved her so much and put her on a pedestal in some ways; because I was so grateful she was in my life, I poured lots of effort into doing special things for her (gifts, gestures etc). Thatâs my love language, and I also realize now that I have anxious attachment and fear of abandonment so some of that was to show how much I loved her (aka please donât leave me).
Sheâs the type of person who is caring, always there to listen (as am I). I felt like out of any of my friends she truly saw me (good and bad!) and cared genuinely about my happiness.
But sheâs also a people pleaser, hates confrontation and there were times where sheâd end up being passive aggressive and push me away in ways that were hurtful. It was always about her being overwhelmed with demands on her (from her husband who she has described as clingy, and family, and then of course me). We did discuss it a few times and she realized she did that, and felt bad that I said she made me feel like a burden, etc. I said that she could say no to me if she couldnât do things. She was starting to do that, and it didnât bother me at all, but I imagine each time it was difficult for her?
Fast forward, I was going through a heartbreak and she was there for me. She was simultaneously going through a stressful period and had talked to me a few times throughout, and I was there for her. This isnât a situation where I ignored her if she needed. I wanted her to rely on me, particularly bc I knew that sheâd been there for me many times. But sheâs a very positive, happy person, and has only really asked for help a few times. She felt she didnât really need therapy and didnât have many issues.
One day, she was upset about something that was going poorly in her life. I tried to check in on her. She started doing the classic passive aggressive forecasting of how stressed and busy she was. Then she asked for space. It triggered something in me and I said that I was hurt bc I was just trying to be there for her. Iâm aware I should have just said yes, and that her honesty and boundary setting was actually a positive, but I was wrapped up in my own trigger in that moment from our past conversations. So that was my mistake.
This led to a phone call in which she unleashed in the most cruel way. I had an out of body experience, hearing things like I was always ânagging herâ, that I âput myself in a bad situation and expected her to pick up the piecesâ (my heartbreak), that I was too needy, and that she thought I was manipulative bc I always said how grateful I was for her but I have so many friends (wtf?!). She also didnât feel I wanted her to be happy. She insisted she loved my personality and this wasnât a character assassination. I literally just hung up in shock and that was it. I didnât defend myself. There was no point. I couldnât believe someone who knew me so well could have such harsh critiques of me. My heart was broken and I spent months hating myself and doing therapy. I have lasting scars in that Iâm so afraid now of any friendship ending, I canât deal with conflict in other friend situations.
In the past, Iâd worked on things that sheâd pointed out she didnât like (which were fair and true, and Iâm glad she was upfront about them - dumb 20s immature behavior by me). This was conveyed by her in an email listing things Iâd done wrong. I apologized for the things that she was right about but defended myself against things that were not fair and we both said our friendship was stronger for it and moved on (Iâd thought). Iâm not a people pleaser, and used to be fine dealing with conflict in healthy ways but now Iâm fucking terrified of it.
Iâve tried so hard to understand her. Is this common with people pleasing? To build up resentment and cruelly explode?
Sure, Iâve got flaws but Iâm a reflective non-defensive person who tries to evolve constantly, and this felt so unnecessarily harsh given our history. The only way I could understand it (having read about people pleasers now) is to think she had no choice and must have been struggling with resentment that it spilled over. So in a lot of ways, I blame myself.
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Essentially I had a best friend for many years who I considered a sister - we had such fun together and I shared my most vulnerable feelings with her. I loved her so much and put her on a pedestal in some ways; because I was so grateful she was in my life, I poured lots of effort into doing special things for her (gifts, gestures etc). Thatâs my love language, and I also realize now that I have anxious attachment and fear of abandonment so some of that was to show how much I loved her (aka please donât leave me).
Sheâs the type of person who is caring, always there to listen (as am I). I felt like out of any of my friends she truly saw me (good and bad!) and cared genuinely about my happiness.
But sheâs also a people pleaser, hates confrontation and there were times where sheâd end up being passive aggressive and push me away in ways that were hurtful. It was always about her being overwhelmed with demands on her (from her husband who she has described as clingy, and family, and then of course me). We did discuss it a few times and she realized she did that, and felt bad that I said she made me feel like a burden, etc. I said that she could say no to me if she couldnât do things. She was starting to do that, and it didnât bother me at all, but I imagine each time it was difficult for her?
Fast forward, I was going through a heartbreak and she was there for me. She was simultaneously going through a stressful period and had talked to me a few times throughout, and I was there for her. This isnât a situation where I ignored her if she needed. I wanted her to rely on me, particularly bc I knew that sheâd been there for me many times. But sheâs a very positive, happy person, and has only really asked for help a few times. She felt she didnât really need therapy and didnât have many issues.
One day, she was upset about something that was going poorly in her life. I tried to check in on her. She started doing the classic passive aggressive forecasting of how stressed and busy she was. Then she asked for space. It triggered something in me and I said that I was hurt bc I was just trying to be there for her. Iâm aware I should have just said yes, and that her honesty and boundary setting was actually a positive, but I was wrapped up in my own trigger in that moment from our past conversations. So that was my mistake.
This led to a phone call in which she unleashed in the most cruel way. I had an out of body experience, hearing things like I was always ânagging herâ, that I âput myself in a bad situation and expected her to pick up the piecesâ (my heartbreak), that I was too needy, and that she thought I was manipulative bc I always said how grateful I was for her but I have so many friends (wtf?!). She also didnât feel I wanted her to be happy. She insisted she loved my personality and this wasnât a character assassination. I literally just hung up in shock and that was it. I didnât defend myself. There was no point. I couldnât believe someone who knew me so well could have such harsh critiques of me. My heart was broken and I spent months hating myself and doing therapy. I have lasting scars in that Iâm so afraid now of any friendship ending, I canât deal with conflict in other friend situations.
In the past, Iâd worked on things that sheâd pointed out she didnât like (which were fair and true, and Iâm glad she was upfront about them - dumb 20s immature behavior by me). This was conveyed by her in an email listing things Iâd done wrong. I apologized for the things that she was right about but defended myself against things that were not fair and we both said our friendship was stronger for it and moved on (Iâd thought). Iâm not a people pleaser, and used to be fine dealing with conflict in healthy ways but now Iâm fucking terrified of it.
Iâve tried so hard to understand her. Is this common with people pleasing? To build up resentment and cruelly explode?
Sure, Iâve got flaws but Iâm a reflective non-defensive person who tries to evolve constantly, and this felt so unnecessarily harsh given our history. The only way I could understand it (having read about people pleasers now) is to think she had no choice and must have been struggling with resentment that it spilled over. So in a lot of ways, I blame myself.