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2024.05.16 14:43 OmegaGogeta [Task] Make an easy ten minute long aerobic zumba dance that fits the rhythm of a music video. Five dollars.
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2024.05.16 14:42 Lord_PanDA_ (Solved) Apple TV Keeps Signing You Out? 8 Ways to Stay Logged In (Multiple Devices Mentioned)
 | After having gone through a lot of tech forums and done tests myself, I recently figured out how to stop Apple TV from signing you out and wanted to share the top methods with you all. submitted by Lord_PanDA_ to FixAppleTV [link] [comments] Full article here: https://pointerclicker.com/why-does-apple-tv-keep-signing-me-out/NOTE: If you’re looking for a more detailed step-by-step guide complete with demo images for each solution, just check out the hyperlink under the solution's name. All of the devices mentioned in a solution are better explained in the article, this post only summarizes a solution. Here’s a quick rundown of the best fixes I found:
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2024.05.16 14:41 Woootdafuuu Why the Full Upcoming GPT-4o Coming in the Next Weeks Is a Much Bigger Deal Than You Think (Not the Currently Available Text Version), and Why OpenAI Quietly Released It: They Believed Shock and AI Don't Go Together. If Scaled Up, GPT-4o Could Be AGI – Hear Me Out Before You Criticize.
 | Let's go way back, Before the advent of the large language model, the initial role of a small language model AI was akin to that of a next-word predictor, tasked with forecasting the next word in a sentence. As it was fed more data and parameters, the AI began to discern grammatical structures, eventually learning to form coherent senteces. From recognizing punctuation to connecting ideas, its abilities evolved, allowing it to construct paragraphs and even entire novels. This growth continued as more data and parameters facilitated the recognition of repeat patterns, deepening its connections and enhancing its ability to understand and generate facts. submitted by Woootdafuuu to ChatGPT [link] [comments] Over time, the AI was exposed to diverse types of data, including code, which enabled it to generate original programming never seen before. With each increment in data and parameters, the AI developed more advanced capabilities, such as semantic understanding. Its capacity expanded, enabling it to build a comprehensive model of the world based entirely on text. Though it developed a conceptual understanding of sight and sound, it neither saw nor heard. Top AI engineers like Yann LeCun knew the ultimate learning algorithm needed to achieve this multimodality because an LLM alone isn't enough to fully understand the world. Engineers tried to implement multi-modal systems and often failed, so they resorted to cheap workarounds by connecting different modalities separately that work in different vector spaces. For example, GPT-4's old Voice Mode is a pipeline of three separate models: one simple model transcribes audio to text, GPT-3.5 or GPT-4 takes in text and outputs text, and a third simple model converts that text back to audio. This process means that the main source of intelligence, GPT-4, loses a lot of information—it can’t directly observe tone, multiple speakers, or background noises, and it can’t output laughter, singing, or expressing emotion. The same is true for the vision recognition system. This is not true multimodality. Then came the introduction of true additional modalities which marked a significant evolution. Introducing GPT-4o ("o" for "omni"): The use of "omni" implies that the model aims to integrate and understand all types of data inputs and outputs—text, images, audio. A model designed to be universally capable across multiple modalities from the ground up. One vector space that can understand all kinds of data. The AI began to correlate information across different senses—linking the word "dog" with an image of a dog and the sound of its bark, for example. This cross-modal integration marked a new level of connection-making in its development, introducing new emergent capabilities. Visit the link and scroll down to Emergent Capabilities: [https://openai.com/index/hello-gpt-4o/ When a neural network can iterate over multiple data types and seamlessly integrate them, it retains a vast amount of context that was previously lost. This capability brings a level of sophistication and nuance to applications that was once unimaginable. |
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 breathtaking—majestic 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 must’ve 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 hadn’t 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 bikes—one mine, two rentals—and 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 was—a 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?”
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 don’t 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 air—a 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 sår, akta dig för drömmar som du stjäl och får.
Hans skratt bevakar lundens gömda stig, där skuggor sveper över skogens liv.
För varje stulet andetag och svek, måste en tjuv möta sitt smärtsamma ödelek.
Tricksterns vilja, vår ande här, så i hans nåd, våra liv bär.
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?”
Tears streamed down my face and I found myself choked up. “He’s gone, man. Help is coming.”
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 don’t 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 forest’s secrets won't remain hidden forever.
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The first time I visited the Pacific Northwest, I was enchanted. The scenery was breathtaking—majestic 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 must’ve 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 hadn’t 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 bikes—one mine, two rentals—and 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 was—a 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?”
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 don’t 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 air—a 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 sår, akta dig för drömmar som du stjäl och får.
Hans skratt bevakar lundens gömda stig, där skuggor sveper över skogens liv.
För varje stulet andetag och svek, måste en tjuv möta sitt smärtsamma ödelek.
Tricksterns vilja, vår ande här, så i hans nåd, våra liv bär.
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?”
Tears streamed down my face and I found myself choked up. “He’s gone, man. Help is coming.”
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 don’t 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 forest’s secrets won't remain hidden forever.
2024.05.16 14:41 KaleidoscopeOk3232 For anyone not aware - self-help and client guides for DBT are available for free online.
Hi, I don't really use this sub, but I was just recently diagnosed with BPD and starting DBT therapy. Therapy is draining me dry, but I know I just have to start it and figure out the rest later, and I'm thankful I can be on a sliding scale... But anyway, I know therapy is not accessable to most, or maybe DBT itself feels overwhelming. So I wanted to show this resource because I didn't realize how many free DBT books there are on the Internet archive.
My psych recently recommended me DBT Made Simple by Sheri Van Dijk and that I should read it alongside my treatment to get a feel for everything. But then I noticed the entire topic of DBT has a lot more full books with free books you can "loan" with an account or download as pdfs.
Please still see a therapist though, if you have the means at all. This is NOT a replacement to therapy, just a supplement. You do need someone to help monitor how you're doing and giving tailored, unbiased but thoughtful advice into your life, and it does help to talk to a good professional, even if it sucks getting in the door.
I hope this helped anyone, or at least helped save money and time in wanting to read in-depth information about DBT. Sorry if I over explained anything. I hope you have a good day!!
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My psych recently recommended me DBT Made Simple by Sheri Van Dijk and that I should read it alongside my treatment to get a feel for everything. But then I noticed the entire topic of DBT has a lot more full books with free books you can "loan" with an account or download as pdfs.
Please still see a therapist though, if you have the means at all. This is NOT a replacement to therapy, just a supplement. You do need someone to help monitor how you're doing and giving tailored, unbiased but thoughtful advice into your life, and it does help to talk to a good professional, even if it sucks getting in the door.
I hope this helped anyone, or at least helped save money and time in wanting to read in-depth information about DBT. Sorry if I over explained anything. I hope you have a good day!!
2024.05.16 14:38 BrightIdeasForU Ultimate Guide to Applying for SETC Online: Streamline Your Process
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2024.05.16 14:34 CubeSphere7532 U.N. vs. Wall Street Journal (Population Dynamics War)
An interesting pair of messages.
From Wall Street Journal, an article that decries the world-first achievement of having demonstrated that overpopulation can be overcome, as the global birth rate falls below replacement levels.
https://apple.news/ALpSDUhezSReJzgTRa6VipA
From United Nations Human Rights Office, a campaign promoting LGBTIQ+ allyship and choosing what is right over choosing what is easy.
https://www.unfe.org/what-we-do/our-campaigns/alliesinaction
The second item arrived by email so I’m quoting:
“Dear friends,
Equality cannot be won by the LGBTIQ+ community alone. We need allies who will help build a world with equality, freedom, and justice for all – no matter who we are or whom we love.
That is why UN Free & Equal is marking tomorrow's International Day against Homophobia, Biphobia and Transphobia with a new campaign celebrating the relationship between allies and the LGBTIQ+ community. Our allies are people who stand up for the rights of others. They choose what is right over what is easy.
In our campaign, you will hear from different #AlliesInAction who use their platforms and their voices to speak up for LGBTIQ+ equality. Actress and former Miss India Celina Jaitly, Cabo Verdean singer Mayra Andrade, and Márcia Mercury, the daughter of Brazilian singer Daniela Mercury and Malu Verçosa Mercury, all explain what it is that makes being an ally so important. Each have made an impact in the lives of LGBTIQ+ people they know and love, sometimes by taking a stand, and sometimes just by showing their support and acceptance.
You can also join the movement; explore the hashtag, share your story, and take action for LGBTIQ+ equality in your community. Visit our campaign page for eight simple ways to get started!
In solidarity,
The UN Free & Equal team”
The WSJ article conspicuously avoids mentioning anything to do with Pride directly but it does talk about Russia’s demographic complaints and quotes people talking about “reorientation” and “preference” so it’s not exactly subtle.
To the degree that Russia is complaining that Pride is a demography hazard, and has opted out, it’s nice to see that the Free and Equal campaign is asserting itself as still operative.
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From Wall Street Journal, an article that decries the world-first achievement of having demonstrated that overpopulation can be overcome, as the global birth rate falls below replacement levels.
https://apple.news/ALpSDUhezSReJzgTRa6VipA
From United Nations Human Rights Office, a campaign promoting LGBTIQ+ allyship and choosing what is right over choosing what is easy.
https://www.unfe.org/what-we-do/our-campaigns/alliesinaction
The second item arrived by email so I’m quoting:
“Dear friends,
Equality cannot be won by the LGBTIQ+ community alone. We need allies who will help build a world with equality, freedom, and justice for all – no matter who we are or whom we love.
That is why UN Free & Equal is marking tomorrow's International Day against Homophobia, Biphobia and Transphobia with a new campaign celebrating the relationship between allies and the LGBTIQ+ community. Our allies are people who stand up for the rights of others. They choose what is right over what is easy.
In our campaign, you will hear from different #AlliesInAction who use their platforms and their voices to speak up for LGBTIQ+ equality. Actress and former Miss India Celina Jaitly, Cabo Verdean singer Mayra Andrade, and Márcia Mercury, the daughter of Brazilian singer Daniela Mercury and Malu Verçosa Mercury, all explain what it is that makes being an ally so important. Each have made an impact in the lives of LGBTIQ+ people they know and love, sometimes by taking a stand, and sometimes just by showing their support and acceptance.
You can also join the movement; explore the hashtag, share your story, and take action for LGBTIQ+ equality in your community. Visit our campaign page for eight simple ways to get started!
In solidarity,
The UN Free & Equal team”
The WSJ article conspicuously avoids mentioning anything to do with Pride directly but it does talk about Russia’s demographic complaints and quotes people talking about “reorientation” and “preference” so it’s not exactly subtle.
To the degree that Russia is complaining that Pride is a demography hazard, and has opted out, it’s nice to see that the Free and Equal campaign is asserting itself as still operative.
2024.05.16 14:32 Unfallen_snow MDM Solution w/ off-boarding Features
My company is currently looking for a new MDM solution. We are currently using the Verison MDM which has minimal features and is a hassle for setting up phones and removing phones. We are currently an IOS only company but are not against having Android options as well. As of now, the only MDM solution I have found that may work is Jamf, and they are charging around $3.50 a device. I am looking for something around $2.50 a device. I did a trial with Ninja MDM (beta) and Simple MDM. While these worked great for the on boarding part, they do not offer the features I am looking for when removing a phone from an MDM.
Features we are looking for:
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Features we are looking for:
- We are looking for a hands free set up process with the ability to push applications without being signed into an apple ID. (License based app deployment).
- An option to wipe a buissness profile from the phone and remove it from the MDM without wiping the whole phone
- Basic Policies like restricting and allowing apps
2024.05.16 14:29 WhereasSecret3112 [For Hire] Is anyone in need of a simple logo or OC drawn up?
So in order to attempt to not lose everything since I'm so upside down on everything right now, of anyone is interested, I'll be doing small art commissions for the time being. Art will be digital. I can send you a link to an old deviantart as a reference.
Ten - simple themed doodles Twentie - logos, OC's, and designs $30-50 more complex designs
I take Cashapp, Varo, and Zelle.
Message me. If you're interested and we can work out the details.
Examples: Ten - center piece (anime style face with themed accent) Twentie - simple buisness logo, but sness card, original character concept design (1 per order), banner, boarder, etc. $30-50 - full card design, more complex logo, tattoo design, etc.
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Ten - simple themed doodles Twentie - logos, OC's, and designs $30-50 more complex designs
I take Cashapp, Varo, and Zelle.
Message me. If you're interested and we can work out the details.
Examples: Ten - center piece (anime style face with themed accent) Twentie - simple buisness logo, but sness card, original character concept design (1 per order), banner, boarder, etc. $30-50 - full card design, more complex logo, tattoo design, etc.
2024.05.16 14:27 WhereasSecret3112 Is anyone in need of a simple logo or OC drawn up?
So in order to attempt to not lose everything since I'm so upside down on everything right now, of anyone is interested, I'll be doing small art commissions for the time being. Art will be digital. I can send you a link to an old deviantart as a reference.
$10 simple themed doodles $20 logos, OC's, and designs $30-50 more complex designs
I take Cashapp, Varo, and Zelle.
Message me. If you're interested and we can work out the details.
Examples: $10 - center piece (anime style face with themed accent) $20 - simple buisness logo, but sness card, original character concept design (1 per order), banner, boarder, etc. $30-50 - full card design, more complex logo, tattoo design, etc.
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$10 simple themed doodles $20 logos, OC's, and designs $30-50 more complex designs
I take Cashapp, Varo, and Zelle.
Message me. If you're interested and we can work out the details.
Examples: $10 - center piece (anime style face with themed accent) $20 - simple buisness logo, but sness card, original character concept design (1 per order), banner, boarder, etc. $30-50 - full card design, more complex logo, tattoo design, etc.
2024.05.16 14:25 GreedyPersonality390 1000 Baar Astaghfar Wazifa For Aulad
 | In the tradition of Islam, younglings are delivered together with blessings. In fact, there are some couples who are wed but they can't seem to get past fertility issues that they have which they can't get over resulting to not having a child. Astaghfar supplication is one of the fundamental Muslim application that can be accomplished by asking God for forgiveness the sins which they might have unintentionally committed and for the blessings of giving the individual new children. submitted by GreedyPersonality390 to u/GreedyPersonality390 [link] [comments] Astaghfar Wazifa For Aulad What is Astaghfar Wazifa? Astaghfar Wazifa For Aulad الأستغفار هي النوع العربي للكلام الذي يعني 'المتوجب على العذر'. The word wazifa came from an Arabic word and it means a preferred way and a specific prayer in Islam. Hence, astaghfar wazifatikan, Allah (God) whom we say as we always want the mercy of him be invoked. That is the actual objective of this prayer is to praise and worship the name of Allah in order to be forgiven for one's past sins and ignorance. This practice involves the recusal of 'Astaghfirullah' 100 times in a day. This type of exercise can be done at any time, including during the day or night. 'Astaghfirullah' is the phrase used to mean 'I ask for Allah's forgiveness. '' This is an almost total self-accusation in the eyes of Deity. In the Muslim scripture, Quran, It is believed that one's prayer will be granted by Allah if he/she wishes to have offspring as a result. Guiding System of Ascribing Sins By Astaghfar Treatment , Astaghfar Wazifa For Aulad Here are the step-by-step guidelines to correctly practice the astaghfar wazifa for a child:Given here are the step-by-step instructions for performing this wazifa [act of repentance] :
Generally, most parents should make astaghfir wazifa an unending routine, practicing it daily to not miss out a single day of a wish for conception. Consistency, divinely features, portray Balance. The Almighty is watching and as follows, intentions are refined. Pregnancy per se can be a risk promoting the transmission of diseases which could be untoward to the fetus but observing the routine since conception to delivery encourages it to deliver healthily. Similarly, on the other hand, the tips are also given by your side to get the best effect. Astaghfar Wazifa For Aulad , Here are some supplementary guidelines to increase this wazifa's effectiveness:Here are the additional directions on how this wazifa can be most beneficial: • By including virtues including social good, family ties, and reciting the Quran in your pursuits. , you will participate fully. • Recognize an absence of yourself on a couple of days per month (13th, 14th, 15th of Lunar months). • An Emir can be found in the majesty with his face towards the sky or undergoing namaz in the sujood position. • The act of having the right food types as well as regularly massage the abdominal area with olive oil and think positive thoughts. In conclusion About Astaghfar Wazifa For Aulad The rosary as a form of prayer gives the person the spiritual strength, which is contrary to what is addressed by rejection. Faith of those even who cannot conceive and are struggling with their faith persists and all that they can do is to acquire a cult for a religious blessing of a good parent. It's also important that you go see the doctors/sickbay. Online Free Consultation With Maulana Ji Please Visit: https://www.onlinemaulana.com/ AstaghfarWazifa #Aulad #IslamicPrayers #ChildrenBlessings #QuranicWazifa #PositiveVibesOnly #FamilyBlessings #ParentingGoals #BlessedWithChildren #FaithFriday #DuaForAulad #IslamicRemedies #BarakAllahuFeek #Alhamdulillah #MiracleofDua #ParentingLife #AuladKiDuaen #HealingThroughFaith #IslamicFaith #FamilyBlessingsByPrayer |
2024.05.16 14:23 WhereasSecret3112 Is anyone in need of a simple logo or OC drawn up?
So in order to attempt to not lose everything since I'm so upside down on everything right now, of anyone is interested, I'll be doing small art commissions for the time being. Art will be digital. I can send you a link to an old deviantart as a reference.
$10 simple themed doodles $20 logos, OC's, and designs $30-50 more complex designs
I take Cashapp, Varo, and Zelle.
Message me. If you're interested and we can work out the details.
Examples: $10 - center piece (anime style face with themed accent) $20 - simple buisness logo, but sness card, original character concept design (1 per order), banner, boarder, etc. $30-50 - full card design, more complex logo, tattoo design, etc.
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$10 simple themed doodles $20 logos, OC's, and designs $30-50 more complex designs
I take Cashapp, Varo, and Zelle.
Message me. If you're interested and we can work out the details.
Examples: $10 - center piece (anime style face with themed accent) $20 - simple buisness logo, but sness card, original character concept design (1 per order), banner, boarder, etc. $30-50 - full card design, more complex logo, tattoo design, etc.
2024.05.16 14:22 WhereasSecret3112 Is anyone in need of a simple logo or OC drawn up?
So in order to attempt to not lose everything since I'm so upside down on everything right now, of anyone is interested, I'll be doing small art commissions for the time being. Art will be digital. I can send you a link to an old deviantart as a reference.
$10 simple themed doodles $20 logos, OC's, and designs $30-50 more complex designs
I take Cashapp, Varo, and Zelle.
Message me. If you're interested and we can work out the details.
Examples: $10 - center piece (anime style face with themed accent) $20 - simple buisness logo, but sness card, original character concept design (1 per order), banner, boarder, etc. $30-50 - full card design, more complex logo, tattoo design, etc.
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$10 simple themed doodles $20 logos, OC's, and designs $30-50 more complex designs
I take Cashapp, Varo, and Zelle.
Message me. If you're interested and we can work out the details.
Examples: $10 - center piece (anime style face with themed accent) $20 - simple buisness logo, but sness card, original character concept design (1 per order), banner, boarder, etc. $30-50 - full card design, more complex logo, tattoo design, etc.
2024.05.16 14:21 WhereasSecret3112 Is anyone in need of a simple logo or OC drawn up?
So in order to attempt to not lose everything since I'm so upside down on everything right now, of anyone is interested, I'll be doing small art commissions for the time being. Art will be digital. I can send you a link to an old deviantart as a reference.
$10 simple themed doodles $20 logos, OC's, and designs $30-50 more complex designs
I take Cashapp, Varo, and Zelle.
Message me. If you're interested and we can work out the details.
Examples: $10 - center piece (anime style face with themed accent) $20 - simple buisness logo, but sness card, original character concept design (1 per order), banner, boarder, etc. $30-50 - full card design, more complex logo, tattoo design, etc.
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$10 simple themed doodles $20 logos, OC's, and designs $30-50 more complex designs
I take Cashapp, Varo, and Zelle.
Message me. If you're interested and we can work out the details.
Examples: $10 - center piece (anime style face with themed accent) $20 - simple buisness logo, but sness card, original character concept design (1 per order), banner, boarder, etc. $30-50 - full card design, more complex logo, tattoo design, etc.
2024.05.16 14:19 JKaiya1 Free coaching: 1 round vod revs / Qs from top tierish player till I'm bored
Hello, I am bored. I'll try to give free coaching feedback to people who want it. I am asc average current imm player. Occasional paid coach. Consistently hit leaderboards on many competitive games in past.Consistent front page premiere. Will shortly be doing this till I'm bored of this.
Restrictions: Diamond and below 1 round vod or timestamp of round with YouTube link (no downloads)
Expectations: If u don't want to get roasted and can't self reflect / open minded don't post.
Questions: Feel free to ask questions, I honestly prefer more of these than vods... I'll try my best to answer though note lots of Qs will need vod reviews unless it's more simple like (how do I entry? What's best agent stat wise? Is it okay if? What should I do if?) Instead of (This happened et cetera.
Extra: If you liked it and want more I could coach u for $10 an hour prepaid. If not then u can post 1 round vid per week or also ask Qs. Though I find it doubtful I'll continue this past a week...
Note: My replies will be very sporadic and inconsistent likely.
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Restrictions: Diamond and below 1 round vod or timestamp of round with YouTube link (no downloads)
Expectations: If u don't want to get roasted and can't self reflect / open minded don't post.
Questions: Feel free to ask questions, I honestly prefer more of these than vods... I'll try my best to answer though note lots of Qs will need vod reviews unless it's more simple like (how do I entry? What's best agent stat wise? Is it okay if? What should I do if?) Instead of (This happened et cetera.
Extra: If you liked it and want more I could coach u for $10 an hour prepaid. If not then u can post 1 round vid per week or also ask Qs. Though I find it doubtful I'll continue this past a week...
Note: My replies will be very sporadic and inconsistent likely.
2024.05.16 14:18 Hackelhack Avoid SuperFeast supplements - Shady intimidation tactics
I inquired for a heavy metal report regarding a supplement from SuperFeast a while ago. few days pass and I get it. Things would have been fine with this - if it wasn't for one simple fact.
In the footer of the email was a disclaimer. Ill paraphrase it since I'm not allowed to share anything attached to or in the email itself. No, I'm not kidding. Including The heavy metal report itself.
I asked a few friends about the matter. They agreed that it could be just technical law jargon that in this case, would not include the redistribution of the heavy metal report itself. As it stands, they *show one* on the SuperFeast website in a way to honor transparency to customers. This made me feel like it was clearly public knowledge.
For this reason, I responded to the email basically asking about this. They confirmed that I have "no right" to share this report with anyone.
I have no idea how common place this practice is - but other reputable sellers like nootropics depot show all heavy metal reports without this declaimer. Even more so, they have them uploaded alongside listings.
For this reason, Avoid SuperFeast supplements at all costs. This report that was given to me could be outright fraudulent, and any amount of heavy metals could be inside it. Till these reports are free to share then it will stay that way.
If anyone has any experiences like this, please talk about it in the comments. These companies to not deserve trust if they are not willing to be transparent about things we are putting into our bodies.
Also, mind the formatting. I typed this in word and it seems to be odd...
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In the footer of the email was a disclaimer. Ill paraphrase it since I'm not allowed to share anything attached to or in the email itself. No, I'm not kidding. Including The heavy metal report itself.
I asked a few friends about the matter. They agreed that it could be just technical law jargon that in this case, would not include the redistribution of the heavy metal report itself. As it stands, they *show one* on the SuperFeast website in a way to honor transparency to customers. This made me feel like it was clearly public knowledge.
For this reason, I responded to the email basically asking about this. They confirmed that I have "no right" to share this report with anyone.
I have no idea how common place this practice is - but other reputable sellers like nootropics depot show all heavy metal reports without this declaimer. Even more so, they have them uploaded alongside listings.
For this reason, Avoid SuperFeast supplements at all costs. This report that was given to me could be outright fraudulent, and any amount of heavy metals could be inside it. Till these reports are free to share then it will stay that way.
If anyone has any experiences like this, please talk about it in the comments. These companies to not deserve trust if they are not willing to be transparent about things we are putting into our bodies.
Also, mind the formatting. I typed this in word and it seems to be odd...
2024.05.16 14:17 WhereasSecret3112 Is anyone in need of a simple logo or OC drawn up?
So in order to attempt to not lose everything since I'm so upside down on everything right now, of anyone is interested, I'll be doing small art commissions for the time being. Art will be digital. I can send you a link to an old deviantart as a reference.
$10 simple themed doodles $20 logos, OC's, and designs $30-50 more complex designs
I take Cashapp, Varo, and Zelle.
Message me. If you're interested and we can work out the details.
Examples: $10 - center piece (anime style face with themed accent) $20 - simple buisness logo, but sness card, original character concept design (1 per order), banner, boarder, etc. $30-50 - full card design, more complex logo, tattoo design, etc.
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$10 simple themed doodles $20 logos, OC's, and designs $30-50 more complex designs
I take Cashapp, Varo, and Zelle.
Message me. If you're interested and we can work out the details.
Examples: $10 - center piece (anime style face with themed accent) $20 - simple buisness logo, but sness card, original character concept design (1 per order), banner, boarder, etc. $30-50 - full card design, more complex logo, tattoo design, etc.
2024.05.16 14:17 WhereasSecret3112 Is anyone in need of a simple logo or OC drawn up?
So in order to attempt to not lose everything since I'm so upside down on everything right now, of anyone is interested, I'll be doing small art commissions for the time being. Art will be digital.
$10 simple themed doodles $20 logos, OC's, and designs $30-50 more complex designs
I take Cashapp, Varo, and Zelle.
Message me. If you're interested and we can work out the details.
Examples: $10 - center piece (anime style face with themed accent) $20 - simple buisness logo, but sness card, original character concept design (1 per order), banner, boarder, etc. $30-50 - full card design, more complex logo, tattoo design, etc.
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$10 simple themed doodles $20 logos, OC's, and designs $30-50 more complex designs
I take Cashapp, Varo, and Zelle.
Message me. If you're interested and we can work out the details.
Examples: $10 - center piece (anime style face with themed accent) $20 - simple buisness logo, but sness card, original character concept design (1 per order), banner, boarder, etc. $30-50 - full card design, more complex logo, tattoo design, etc.
2024.05.16 14:16 coldservedrevenge How do you convince your inner child that she needs to let it go, mommy will never love her no matter what?
As an adult, I'm good, I'm free, I stay away. I know all the explanations, terms, what I have went through. I know my mother and brother won't change and it's even unsafe for me.
But the child in me is still fighting for it.
She still is trying to find a flaw in herself to fix, a mistake she might have done, a misunderstanding, a sentence she could have worded better so mom would understand her, love her, apologize to her.
Adult me knows there's no going back in time and restart or it's not going to fix a dead relationship.
How do you silence or sooth your inner child, teenager, young adult? How can she let it go?
I feel like arranging a seance and send her back to where ghosts don't bother living beings.
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But the child in me is still fighting for it.
She still is trying to find a flaw in herself to fix, a mistake she might have done, a misunderstanding, a sentence she could have worded better so mom would understand her, love her, apologize to her.
Adult me knows there's no going back in time and restart or it's not going to fix a dead relationship.
How do you silence or sooth your inner child, teenager, young adult? How can she let it go?
I feel like arranging a seance and send her back to where ghosts don't bother living beings.
2024.05.16 14:15 GreedyPersonality390 Effective Asan Wazifa for Hajat
 | The term, which is rendered in the contemporary language as however many needs or desires the person has, however great the pleasures the person wants during his/her life time. It may address the critical issues like health, finances, your relationships, your career among others which you are overwhelmed and can`t handle well. Darasta is not a drug for spiritual needs, it is a simple spiritual way, which allows with the mercy of Allah to receive the desire which has been sought for. submitted by GreedyPersonality390 to u/GreedyPersonality390 [link] [comments] Asan Wazifa for Hajat Asan Wazifa for Hajat ,The dua wazifa salam includes the dua that has been commonly said by godly people across the years. This request basically tends to solicit to Allah (swt) to make us benefit from all Allah's blessings. It believed to be ease and super-effective manner of chanting that the user can recite it regularly. The true form of hunt is the faith [filacor], Satan is the prime oppoanet [baddi] and complete blind belief in the Supremacy and entirely exception to any need for Wazifa. Online Free Consultation With Maulana Ji Please Visit: https://www.onlinemaulana.com/ This will be served through sequential and direct process of the Ajkhudu Dhu’a hosting an intent. When Asan is completed, it has to be performed anywhere at in the house, that means it is excluding bathroom, toilet, and where there is a reptile or the image of a snake there. For the sake of convenience as well as to allow your prayer and Kaaba inside the body likening, choose the same location as everyday should be Makkah and, as well, face the Kaaba. Here are step-by-step instructions:
Wzifa aasaan which is a 11 days regime is the minimum prescribed duration without any involvement of the other procedures. As our services span from 3 weeks to one month and may be extended more upon your request, you will be the first person to notice that your desire has come true. Online Free Consultation With Maulana Ji Please Visit: https://www.onlinemaulana.com/ The most appropriate occasion to present this seclusion/mystic "Suluk" prayer is after your acceptable mandated formal prayers like Fajr, Maghrib, or even at night when you rest. This neighborhood revolved around Thursday nights, Friday nights and Ramadhan days which they believed were the best. On the other hand, it is not a duty, but something that can be done whenever you decide since you can’t have your time with God coincided with the normal worship. Asan Wazifa for Hajat , On the other hand, providing the wazifa within the scheduled time and the contractually required length is wazeem. The worst case scenario entails skipping an extra day which, however, sums should be continued sequentially from where it was stopped without resetting to the top. As the guiding element of Asan Wazzif, we give direct relief to the affected community. To achieve optimal results from this hajat wazifa through the mercy of Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta’ala, keep these vital recommendations in mind:This hajat wazifa could be made most beneficially by following the ones given below with the help of Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala by keeping in your mind these vital points:
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2024.05.16 14:13 Star60WasTaken The new DbD spinoff "What the Fog" could very well be a data mining cash grab
 | Not sure how many people here are interested in What the Fog but since it doesn't have it's own subreddit I thought this would be the next best thing. submitted by Star60WasTaken to deadbydaylight [link] [comments] I'm going to ramble a lot about the games history that I can tell from its files, so if you're not really interested in that skip down to the next sentence with bold text to get to the meat of this post. So I'm sure most of you who did redeem What the Fog for free found it a little bit weird that in order to get your steam code you had to agree to two conditions being bHVR is allowed to data-mine from your game and share that data with 3rd party corporations. If you didn't want to agree to this you have the option of just buying the game on steam for the full price instead. Although not really major this did seem like a bit of a red flag and a couple of my friends thought so as well so I did a little digging. It didn't take long at all from looking in the games files that this game was never intended to be Dead by Daylight themed, I'm not just talking about the fact that the weapons are overly fantasy-like or the enemies and abilities don't fit the characters I mean the fact that there are literally 3 unused characters in the games files named "Paladin", "Ranger" and "Sorcerer". The folder containing all character models, textures, animations and abilities. The Paladin and the Sorcerer still have their character models left over in the files but I'm unable to view or export them (if someone figures out how, please let me know). The texture files still exist however. The diffuse textures for the Paladin, Ranger and Sorcerer While I cannot view the models I can make a rough guess of what they looked like from their UV mapping. The Paladin most likely wore a pink jacket with a white stripe and black shorts. In terms of weapons it looks like she had pink and silver armor with a pink shield baring a red emblem and a pink sword. Her skin was light with green hair and blue eyes. I originally thought that the Ranger wore a green puffer jacket but upon some more consideration with the fantasy theme it could be a gambeson that they wore over a white shirt and brown shirt, I can't see any pants on the texture so this is my best guess. Their shoes were green with black detailing and they wore a green headband with yellow writing with a yellow gem in the center of their headband. Their weapon was a green crossbow bearing yellow gems. They have dark skin with black curly hair and black eyes. The Sorcerer wore some kind of yellow plaid shirt with blue shorts, white socks with blue and red stripes, red and white shoes as well as a blue wizards hat. His weapon of choice was a staff with a bright green crystal at the top of it. He has light skin with short blonde hair and black eyes. If you've played What the Fog then you'll be able to guess that the Sorcerer was replaced with Dwight, the Ranger was replaced with Claudette and the Paladin was replaced with Feng. This sudden change was assumedly made pretty late into the games development considering the fact that some abilities still reference removed character weapons and the 'SkullNBones' models that each survivor use are still using the old weapon designs from these characters when you die which I'll go into more detail about. Feng has 3 skills she can learn which feel off, those being 'Shield Bash', 'Plated' and 'Resolve' which you can see the icons for below in that order. Shield Bash, Plated & Resolve Two of these skills still depict the character with a shield or some kind of armor despite both being absent in the final release, rather than reworking these abilities they just simply left them in despite them not making much sense. The last ability being Resolve feels off due to the art style, it's inconsistent with the rest of the drawings and the shading has more of a smeared paint look to it rather than the gradient every other icon in the game has, suggesting it was drawn over when they made the switch from the Paladin to the Ranger. (It's hard to see from this image, if anyone wants the HD texture files to compare let me know.) Despite those remnants still left over you can actually see the literal remains of the Paladin, Ranger and Sorcerer when a player dies and isn't revived by the end of the level. Below you can see the 'SkullNBones' models for each character where you can see that the sword has the Paladins design on the blade rather than the cloth wrapped around Feng's, the crossbow has the Rangers yellow gems on it instead of Claudette's pink gems and the staff has the Sorcerers green crystal in it rather than Dwight's blue crystal. The changes to this game to make it DbD themed must have happened late into development since the game already had original characters, mechanics and models before it was turned into a DbD spinoff. I assume they were also made very close to release considering how the wrong weapons displaying on dead players really should have been noticed before release. The remains of the Paladin, the Ranger and the Sorcerer being used by Feng, Claud and Dwight respectively. So what's the point of this post, well I'm a bit worried about what this game means for bHVR and DbD in the future. On the surface this game looks like a funny little DbD spinoff but from what it looks like bHVR rebranded this game as a DbD game in order to get the fanbase of its biggest title to go "Omg! New DbD thing!" and start downloading it, normally this wouldn't be a problem as a lot of game studios make sequels upon sequels to games and spinoffs because the franchise sells but this game is a little different. Assumedly the game was either a little side project of bHVR's or a test for the Devs when moving from UE4 to UE5, they either finished work on it or were interrupted as they have said that they don't plan to work on it anymore then slapped DbD onto it and released it for free if you agree to bHVR data mining and selling your data to third party businesses. TL;DR What the Fog is basically a cash grab that bHVR slapped the DbD brand on very last minute to make fans buy the game. They don't plan to update it and they also offer it to existing DbD fans for free as long as bHVR can sell and use your data. While I know that some of the decisions in the past made by bHVR have been questionable but this paired with the layoffs of 45 DbD developers back in January is making me worried that this is like the start of some drop-off for bHVR where they're going to shift their focus to how much money they can make where the qualiy of DbD suffers for it (more than it already has) and we start seeing more of these spinoffs get pushed out by the month... What really saddens me is this game could have been a passion project for some of the Devs at bHVR, then the decision was made to make it DbD branded and send the game out asap to make money. Just thought this was an interesting and somewhat saddening discovery. In any case if you did receive this game for free by redeeming a code you should go and turn off the data mining on your account through this link: https://account.bhvr.com/account/communication-preferences You'll still be able to play the game, but bHVR won't be able to collect your data anymore. Stay safe friends. |