Hello! I’m a loyal, gentle, soft hearted guy, a fluffy dark hair headed nerd, a… dummy with blue eyes and glasses. Life is very precious to me and I don’t want to waste it. I have a tendency to think very positively, keeping my chin up. I like to consider myself pretty chill. :) I don’t care about politics, I like fun. I’m somewhat clingy and might be a bit overly loving… hope that’s okay ;-; mmm I like to play games (only the good ones) and learn/experience new things! :D I enjoy cooking/baking. I can make really good spaghetti and then blueberry muffins for dessert :3 I have a deep passion for art. Good art. Art that can speak volumes, quite important to me.
On to uhh what I’m looking for. :) Currently I’m looking for someone around my age. Someone nice, understanding, chill… a good personality. Personality is what matters to me the most. that’s basically all that matters to me in a relationship. Why is that so hard to find ._. Please be someone like that.
Did I miss something? I don’t know ._. I’m a fully open book so feel free to message me, ask me anything! if you’re interested! Hopefully we can talk soon :3

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To start this post, I'll preface this that I do enjoy a few drinks with friends, from time to time. There's nothing wrong with most vices in moderation. The problem lays with how dominant alcohol is within our culture.
No matter where you go in the U.K., alcohol is a large part of our culture. Whether it be regular pints after work or binge drinking weekends. It's everywhere, pretty much nonstop.
My family has Irish roots. Growing up, I saw the damage alcohol did to people. To people who are alcoholics (obviously) and people who didn't necessarily binge, but drank alcohol regularly. Our symbiotic relationship with alcohol is problematic.
There's two main problems with our British drinking culture:
Default method of socialising
It seems most British people can't comfortably socialise without drinking. No matter what the social event is, most people need a few drinks. They've effectively created a strong neural asscociation between alcohol and socialisation within their brain.
This leads to drinking far too regularly and/or too much. As a social species, we need regular social contact. If alcohol is a default part of this within the culture, it results in what we currently have, which is people drinking multiple times per week.
Detrimental health effects
The average person thinks regular consumption of alcohol is okay, so as long as one stays within the weekly unit guidelines.
This isn't correct. Limiting units per week is beneficial compared to someone who consume significantly more, but regular alcohol consumption still leads to detrimental health effects.
Not to mention, most people don't understand what a unit of alcohol is and drink significantly more than they think.
Alcohol is a toxin, which the body tries to eliminate as fast as it can. But the thing is, it takes time for the body to heal from the effects of its damage. Once the body has excreted alcohol and its metabolites, it still needs time to repair each organ.
Here's a good study overview on this:
https://arcr.niaaa.nih.gov/volume/41/1/natural-recovery-liver-and-other-organs-after-chronic-alcohol-use
It takes weeks for various organs to restore in function after a single night of drinking. Especially organs such as the pancreas. Regular alcohol consumption in the West accounts for up to 70% of pancreatitis cases. Inflamed pancreas is a large factor in the development of diabetes. It's worth reading the above study.
Not to mention, alcohol depletes a plethora of micronutrients from the body. Especially water soluble micronutrients such as; thiamine, vitamin C, sodium, magnesium, potassium and more. Many of which, the average British person doesn't consume enough to begin with. So they’re losing their already low levels of these micronutrients.
This regular alcohol consumption also affects one's appearance. Depletion of micronutrients and not allowing the body to heal, triggers accelerated aging. This is why our friendly cousins from the land of the free, who on average drink 1/2 as much as us Brits (according to studies), judge us as looking worse than them. A lot of us have that stereotypical, aged and stressed out look. We both have similar life stressors, both eat the standard Western diet, but us Brits drink double the alcohol...
Our culture needs to change
Me and my friend group are in our 20s and have started to socialise a lot more without alcohol. It's improved both our mental health and our overall health. I think it's about time our culture breaks from the shackles of regular alcohol consumption.

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Running sink, and stove. Shower, toilet, 3 beds, wired with a Kenwood stereo, and speakers. Two dining tables. I don't know how big the gas tank is, but would love to figure out by measuring and calculating the volume, same with the grey water tank and the water tank. It's 34' long and about 10'-15' wide. Has a propane heater. If you have any other questions, I'm happy to answer as best as I can.
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It had been a few weeks since Altier was brought to the run-down shack that his black-scaled companion likely called home, and he could now comfortably say he was accustomed to the…household’s routine. The kobold typically left at the crack of dawn, returned a little after noon, and occasionally left again to forage until nightfall. When the weather was bad or there wasn’t a particular need for something, they half-heartedly chased their rabbit around for a bit, which usually ended with a bout of quiet petting while everyone got ready for the night. It was always amusing to see the energetic side of what he had come to know as a relatively lazy loaf of an animal. As for the routine of the ferrorabbit in question… Well…it was at least more interesting than expected.
Hoppit would begin his own series of activities as soon as his caretaker left—the first of which being a check of every nook and cranny in the shed. He sniffed at anything that caught his interest, varying from morning to morning, but he gave every object or corner its due attention. Once he was satisfied with that, he would eat some of the ragged plants that made up most of his diet, take a drink from his bowl, then jump onto the tro— table and plop himself down, his ears pivoting towards the door. It was hard to say if the lounging spot had been established before Altier’s arrival, but it was somewhat amusing to pretend that the little rabbit was standing guard over his core—if it wasn’t for one particular part of the morning ritual, that is.
Indeed, the ferrorabbit had a habit of licking the obsidian orb that sat in the middle of the room, which thankfully didn’t seem to perturb the system enough to give Altier a headache. He was confused when it first happened, but it was commonplace enough now that he barely acknowledged it. A part of him liked that he was getting attention as a core, even if it was delivered via a strange grooming method. The closest he got to being acknowledged as something other than ‘the dungeon’ was through an unfortunate misunderstanding that he could never properly rectify. He supposed that was hardly worth thinking about now, though; too much time had passed for there to be anyone left to correct. The little oddity of his mornings would have to suffice.
There wasn’t much to comment on as far as the rest of the day’s happenings. Hoppit would end his loafing by shaking his head and ears in a way that filled the silence with soft clacks, give the core a customary tongue bath, then jump off the table to nose his way out of the shed through a hole that was hidden by the storage cart against the wall. Where the rabbit went was anyone’s guess, but he always returned before anyone noticed he was gone, and often did so while covered in small cuts and scratches. Any blood from the lacerations was quickly licked off before it could be seen by the kobold, and in the event that the scaly caretaker happened to return earlier than expected, Hoppit would scurry over to the bundles of blankets to finish the cleanup in secret.
Today looked to be following the usual pattern. The kobold left bright and early with various gardening tools and a wooden pail, and Hoppit had since set off into the great unknown for one reason or another. Hopefully, he returned less injured than usual. It was frustrating to admit that Altier had begun to grow rather fond of the fluffy creature, and seeing the thing come back hurt was bothersome. Was it off looking for food? There wasn’t a whole lot given to it, so that was a possibility, and it could be getting into fights over whatever it found. That still didn’t explain why the animal was so thin, and Altier didn’t have enough to go off of to think of a potential solution. He wanted to help it in some way, like by summoning a creature to act as an escort, or maybe just by manifesting something edible like he once could. No, he could only stare at the ‘Synchronizing…’ that occupied his menu, wishing he had more information to work with.
He never thought he would miss the bombardment of notifications and their lingering presence that filled the edge of his mental vision; at least with that he could surmise enough to hazard some kind of action. Even knowing why the menu was acting the way it did would be a start. Yet, try as he might, there wasn’t a history for him to reference anymore, and he had nothing to work with. He was confident the last message had asked him to ‘accept’ something, then took his befuddled ponderance as an answer, but he was no closer to an explanation for what it wanted, nor why it prompted him in the first place. He just didn’t have another experience to compare against, since nothing like that had ever happened before. Not that he was ever in much of a position to allow it.
The entire purpose of having Altier inhabit a core was for him to become a dungeon of Decay, which entailed all the skeletons, poisons, acids, and whatever else came to mind when one pictured the concept. ‘Living’ creatures were something he only had the chance to experiment with near the beginning of his new existence, though he never dabbled past the first few insects before transitioning to the mindless undead. Having a thinking, feeling, breathing entity touch his core was a rite reserved only for the adventurers and soldiers that bested his trials, and that was usually a painful experience. Now, he had spent what he could only guess was hours being held by a kobold, followed by having a rabbit bump against him, and neither felt like what he came to expect. Instead, both had led to a completely novel reaction from the system. The strange circumstances put him at a bit of a loss as to what it all meant for him.
Sure, he could dismiss the deluge of errors from his companion’s involvement by pointing to the numerous ‘corrupted’ messages before it, and Hoppit was a part of mostly unexplored territory, but the lack of clarity nagged at the back of his mind constantly. Being exposed to activity after potential decades or centuries of unchanging solitude made him despise the informational dead end. If he couldn’t make sense of the rabbit’s circumstances, then he didn’t have much hope of deciphering the reason for why his system was misbehaving so terribly. He also didn't know much about the one who owned the decrepit holdings he was housed inside.
He still wasn’t sure what drove the kobold to take him from the cave. His suspicion of becoming traded goods fell flat after the first week or so, and he hadn’t noticed any cult-like behaviour, which was promising. Granted, a lack of nefarious behaviour didn’t mean there was a lack of nefarious intent, but he didn’t get the impression his companion held that either. The kobold itself didn’t seem quite settled on an opinion of his core, though it was up for debate if the hesitation was due to knowing what he was or not. They seemed to mull something over before bed each night, yet never reached a satisfactory conclusion, staring at the obsidian orb through weary grey eyes until they eventually forced themselves into sleep.
Whatever the underlying reasoning for his abduction was, he had observed enough to know that the kobold didn’t deserve to live in destitution. As beaten as the shed might be, they cared for it as best they could, and did so without a single groan or grimace of complaint. The floors were cleaned with a tattered rag and fresh water, dust was removed regularly, and any stray mess that Hoppit made was dealt with promptly. They even took the time to wipe off his core, which was possibly where the ferrorabbit got the idea to start licking him. The only time Altier had seen discontent from the kobold was when they didn’t find much during their foraging, and thus couldn’t give any treats to the excited and bouncy herbivore.
He wasn’t aware that a creature’s face could make such a painfully broken expression, and he was quick to decide that he never wanted to see it again.
Vexingly, his metaphorical hands were tied; a dungeon could only influence their Domain, and given the state of his system, not even that option was available to him. All he could do was glare at the rotting wooden beams that held up the roof and remember when such an issue didn’t exist. It would have taken a mere flicker of thought and a paltry sum of mana to mend the struts when he was a proper dungeon. He could even outright reinforce the structure by weaving in other materials, leaving the appearance as it was while making everything stronger than iron. Well, he once could. Working with other affinities was something that came to him after absorbing the coloured motes left behind by adventurers, and the accursed stone that stole his mana had taken that ability as well.
An attempt was made anyway, his will ordering the deteriorated wood to absorb any trace metals from the ground, but it was no use. He couldn’t feel the iron or stones beneath the shed like he would have been able to before, all but confirming his suspicion that his connection to the Earth element had slipped away. Nature was much the same; the only way he knew when Hoppit had returned most days was from the subtle noise and the essence of injury. The other attributes—Air, Flame, Luma, Shadow, and so on—were ones he never experimented with to any real extent, so it was less noticeable when he lost his grasp on them. Perhaps they faded early. Either way, all he had left was a waning cognizance of his own alignment, and that wasn’t of much use to him. If he had any appreciable mana income, then perhaps he could do something, but he wasn’t even sure what the upkeep of his current Domain might be. It was entirely possible that he was running on a deficit, which would offer a reason for why his system had been so—
[Do#$@n Ex@#d$%^&d! CRe@#r H-H-H-HoPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP—]
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[Creeee-tu— Hoppit ha@$ esttttb-hed terrrrrrr-ity f^#% t$e dun@&$n!]
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“Well then,” he mumbled to himself, taking in the strange scene behind the shed. For one, he could actually view a small distance beyond the structure now, and two, there was a rather proud-looking Hoppit sitting on his haunches before a pair of significantly less prideful examples of the species. They looked quite a bit bigger than the lazy loaf Altier had come to know, yet they were more cut up and dejected than his furry friend. That answered where the injuries had been coming from, he supposed. Hoppit was probably running off to bash heads with whatever animal population existed here beforehand, and they had only just reached a consensus on who was in charge. Impressive.
One of Hoppit’s ears turned back towards the shed, his head following suit as he gave a lagomorph’s approximation of a ‘Look what I did!’ smile. Altier blanked out mentally, but didn’t have time to question anything before the new leader of the local rabbits imperiously pointed a paw towards the surrounding forest, which was equally surreal to witness. Most surprising of all, the…subordinates? The other ferrorabbits did as commanded, keeping their forms small as they took off into the foliage. Soft clacks came from Hoppit’s pleased shake of his head, then he too left the area with only a slightly lopsided bounce to his stride.
The man-turned-core could only gape at what he saw. Were animals always so…expressive? Had Hoppit heard him? What in the world was happening? Why had Hoppit’s personal conquest led to Altier’s Domain expanding?
He lamented not having fingers, nor temples to rub with them. His system was a garbled mess of errors and inconsistent messages, his residence was falling apart at the seams, his companion was someone who abducted him from the dungeon, yet never did anything past that, and his first real experience with an animal was turning out to be more confusing than he thought possible.
All of this was after an unknown amount of time spent commanding legions of undead to strengthen the very people who he would later learn had lied to and manipulated him, making him into a nightmarish entity just to bolster the power of their forces. He almost missed the days spent gazing out of a mossy window. At least then he knew what to expect.
Nothing made sense anymore.
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The soft sound of roots ripping free from soil suddenly stopped, only to be followed by a dull thud of Ceele’s palm slapping against the ground to catch her fall before she landed on her rear. She righted herself with her tail and tossed the stubborn weed into a pile with the others. No matter how many mornings she did this, they always seemed to replace themselves faster than she could remove the pesky things. A sigh slipped from her muzzle as she set about grabbing the next one embedded in the vegetable garden.
Aches and spreading stiffness flared up, but went ignored as she neared the end of her duties, though she was well aware that they would come back with force once she tried to settle down for the day. The impending soreness was an inevitable byproduct of spending so much time working. Still, she knew that if it wasn’t for the kindly old couple that allowed her to call their shed home, she would still be sleeping beneath the stars while making sure nothing tried to get at her Hoppit. Even if it was just a part of the deal, they were owed this much in return, and she would see it done properly.
The sun bore down on her back as she did her usual tasks, which was a departure from the slightly overcast weather as of late. It looked somewhat promising when she checked in the wee hours of the morning, yet as her gardening duties dragged on, so too did the intensity of such a clear sky. A disappointed glance at the empty wooden bucket on the edge of the field was quickly corrected. She hadn’t thought to refill it at the river after watering the crops, and her parched throat was making its protests known, while also reminding her that there wasn’t much water left at home either. One more thing to take care of when she was done.
A gruff cough brought her attention towards the old kobold resting his back against a tree some distance away, safely shaded from the unforgiving rays beaming down. Her displeasure at having yet more to do was hastily wiped away. She was undecided on what to think of the detached audience, but looking so sour while upholding her side of the agreement wouldn’t reflect well on her. Hopefully, he hadn’t seen it. Not that she could tell if he did; he always had the same expression when he watched her work. The elder kobold’s arms were crossed, a finger tapping absently against his bicep, while his tail sat motionless on the grass, the muddy red colour of his scales standing out amongst the greens and browns. ‘Makis,’ was his name, assuming her memory served.
Makis had taken to observing her every so often, usually propping himself against this or that at a distance, the unwavering scowl being as unnerving as it was belying of his age. Somewhat loose skin sagged a bit around his jowls and neck, yet the rest of his face was still taut from how much time he spent examining red-hot metal, and his arms were marred with countless burns and cuts from his profession. He held an oppressive aura, though the crinkles around his eyes and muzzle suggested he smiled as frequently as he glowered, even if Ceele was yet to see the former. There was only the same judgmental expression aimed at her when he was around. She could only hope that he didn’t take offence to some unintended slight, but she didn’t know him well enough to say what might be considered one.
They hadn’t spoken since she took up residence on the outskirts of his land. His wife was the one to introduce them, but it was quickly established that he had no intention of being a chatty individual. He led Ceele to the shed hidden amongst the trees on the edge of the property, then dismissed her with only a grunt coming from the elderly kobold. She supposed that it was for the best. Her experience in socializing was centred around convincing others to employ her, and there hadn’t been much of an opportunity to expand her horizons while living a life on the road. If that had been the end of their interactions, she would have swiftly written the terseness off, but he appeared every few days, taking up residence beneath the shade as he watched her work, never speaking a single word. At least he didn’t openly protest her presence, yet she figured that would be easier to manage. He wouldn’t be such an enigma then.
There wasn’t a whole lot she knew about him besides his penchant for ‘supervision,’ and anything beyond that was what his wife had volunteered during the rare opportunity they had to chat. She was told that Makis worked the smithy out front, and although he had retired from doing so in an official capacity, she could still regularly hear his hammer as she tended to the garden, so she figured he kept himself busy most days. It made her wonder what was so interesting about a vagrant like herself, but when there was so little else to do, she could see how anything could be made worth the attention. It was just him and his wife living in the once bustling home, after all; the couple’s children had long since grown up and made families of their own.
She noticed his gaze shift elsewhere as she tugged yet another stubborn intruder from the soil, his arms falling from across his chest and the perpetually worn displeasure melting to that of curiosity. He wandered off shortly after, and she had to make an effort not to fall onto her tail as the pressure on her shoulders unexpectedly evaporated. Did something happen?
Ceele shook her head free of the distracting thought. It wasn’t her business if he grew bored with watching her work. As long as no one voiced any complaints, she could only assume that she was doing a satisfactory job. Maybe he finally decided that he didn’t need to be so watchful because she was doing well! That could be it, right?
A glance at the somewhat sloppily maintained garden erased the false confidence from her face, but she was just as quick to focus on finishing up, unwilling to allow darker musings to fester. Thankfully, there didn’t seem to be anything else that needed her intervention. The weeds were all uprooted, the soil was appropriately dampened, and her check for pesky insects or wildlife turned up nothing to worry about. She was free for the rest of the day!
…Or she would be free—as soon as she finished the last of her tasks, anyway.
The black-scaled kobold got up from her crouch unsteadily, shivering and wincing from the pins and needles in her legs. She would have to remember to stretch more often; it was far too easy to forgo that kind of thing just to make the overall work go slightly faster. Her hand reached out to grab the pile of weeds and put them into the bucket as she ran through what needed to be done before she could properly relax. Hoppit’s food needed to be washed, she needed to bathe, and they were running low on water anyway, so she would have to visit the river. Just the thought of dragging herself into the forest again made her muscles protest, but she wouldn’t have the energy to do it later. She forced the smile that had started to fall and took the first of many steps.
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The river wasn’t too far away, only taking a few minutes of traipsing through the dense woodlands until she reached her destination. It was an idyllic little spot. The trees thinned out to allow a grassy bank along the water, and there was an appreciably gentle slope from shallows to depths, making for a convenient place to take care of various needs. She had discovered this place during her travels, and it was where a kind older woman found her.
Ceele was washing off at the time, with Hoppit safely taking shelter from the outside underneath the bundled blankets while he waited. The trickle of the stream brushing against rocks covered the sound of footsteps, so she was rather surprised when an aged voice called out to ask if she was okay. Her first reaction was to distance herself and apologize—the why didn’t matter, but she had learned that most people were more lenient of her presence if she seemed apologetic for it, and she usually was. The elderly kobold just laughed at her scrambling, tacking on an assurance that there was no need for modesty. The woman was blind, apparently, which explained how Ceele’s blackened colours hadn’t deterred her.
Strangely enough, there was a comforting sense of ease around the one who introduced herself as Hira. It was a sort of presence that Ceele could only vaguely remember, and it drew her close enough to speak as she finished bathing. The conversation wasn’t anything profound, of course—they hardly delved deeper than surface-level small talk—but Hira lost her smile as she listened to the younger kobold. By the end of it, the old woman posed a series of questions with a dark inflection to her voice, and Ceele struggled to find an answer.
‘Are you tired of looking for something that only slips away? Are you tired of running? Do you really want to be scared and alone?’
If the silence bothered Hira, then it didn’t show. She had simply held out a hand and offered Ceele a way of life that didn’t involve wondering where she would be spending the night, nor entailed cowering in the brush while fearsome predators roamed freely. It would be a simple existence of few fortunes, but it was safe, and it was honest. All she had to do was say yes.
Ceele denied it at first, partially because she knew most people despised Hobbit's species, and partially because she couldn’t shake the offer being too good to be true. Hira was quick to propose a compromise; Ceele could take residence in the gardening shed that had fallen from use, and to satiate the nagging sense of an unfair deal, she would be put in charge of maintaining the garden itself. All Hira wanted was to ‘see’ her favourite space bloom again, since she couldn’t take care of it anymore. The black-scaled kobold stared longingly at where Hoppit was, his little body shivering from the prolonged cold and fear that he would be hurt if he left the blankets hiding him. It was with a heavy guilt that she accepted Hira’s offer, keeping quiet about her true reason for doing so.
That was in the past, however, though she thought about it every time she stopped by and saw the smooth rocks where she and Hira first met. Eventually, she might gather the courage to admit that she was housing a ‘pest’ and beg for forgiveness. Until then, she would just work her hardest to prove it wasn’t a mistake to give her a home. That her endless efforts weren’t meaningless. That Hoppit deserved to be more than a ‘pest.’
That Ceele was more than something she had no control over being.
She cleared her head a bit and started on the reason she came all this way. Her dress was rather easy to wash in the meandering water, and the trees provided a suitable place for it to dry in the sunlight and light breeze. The weeds were fine with a thorough rinse near in the shallows, but taking care of her own hygiene required her to wade farther in, though it only came up to her chest in the middle of the rill. Still, she could scrub off the soil and grime, which was all she really needed. Perhaps some simple soaps would help rid her of the pervasive black that stained her skin and scales, but that was beyond her meagre means for the time being, as well as being mere wishful thinking.
She worked past the dreary mindset that settled in when she allowed it, focusing on how serene the river was. The soft birdsong from the trees helped make for a peaceful experience, and she could feel the somewhat chilled liquid basically pour into the aches and pains throughout her body, washing away the stiffness from spending so long under the unerring sun. It was nice to escape reality and let thoughts drift while held buoyant by calmer waters.
Yet the bliss was short-lived. Even if winter was gone, spring was still far from warming the waters enough for her to laze about for too long. She dragged herself from the soft current and fetched her dress from the low-lying branch she left it to dry on. It was still a touch damp, but it wasn’t anything a bit of time in front of the fireplace wouldn’t fix.
Ceele was only a short distance away from home when she heard a gravelly male voice, but it was the flicker of sight between the trees that made her drop what was in her arms and lunge into a sprint.
Makis stood just outside the gardening shed, a ferrorabbit held at arm’s length by rusty crimson hands placed on the scruff and haunch, the rabbit’s little ears flattened as fear filled its tiny face. Her eyes widened further when she noticed the small stains of blood in his light brown fur. They found out about him. Ephemeral claws of blackness clutched at her soul, ripping the very fabric she was made of as an unseen beast smiled, eager to take yet one more thing from her. Her Hoppit. Her baby. Her everything.
“Hoppit!” she shrieked, her words all but tearing out of her throat in desperation. Frozen blood coursed through her veins, yet poured into exhausted limbs. She broke through the treeline with no regard for the branches slashing against her flesh, panic making each sting fade before it could be processed. The grizzled glare of the older kobold snapped towards her, his usual scowl picking up an actual air of intensity that she never thought could be absent, the promise of violence lurking in his eyes. She skidded to a stop a few paces away, the lump in her throat threatening to clog her airway. “S-stop hurting him!”
“Didn’t,” he barked back, his tone even yet firm. “Cuts ain’t me. I’d’a done worse if’a had ta mind ta.”
The blatant declaration snapped her from blind panic, although his apparent anger didn’t do her fear any favours. “B-but… Then how…”
“‘Hoppit.’ Named it, did’cha?” he grunted, ignoring her confusion and bobbing the rabbit to get her attention again. His gaze shifted back to the animal, the flames of ire cooling slightly. “I was wonderin’ why yer plots ain’t dead yet. Suppose this critter’s why.”
One of her hands hesitantly reached out until she pulled it back, while the other clutched at her chest to stop her heart from hammering against her ribs. She couldn’t act rashly. Not while her baby was in his arms. “I—”
“Soft thing, ain’t it,” the elder kobold commented curiously, cutting her off.
“Y-yes?” she returned reluctantly, struggling to stop herself from lashing out to reclaim the ferrorabbit in his grasp.
“Like fine silk.” Makis tipped and tilted the animal, inspecting this and that with a deep-seated frown, all while Hoppit silently looked to her for help. The pit in her stomach grew. She needed to get him back, but how?
Ceele swallowed the dense dread as she tried to formulate some sort of plan, stumbling over her words and forced smile. “I-it’s nice! Isn’t it nice?”
His eyes snapped back to burrow into her own with hatred. “Wasn’t a compliment, girly.”
“B-but you—”
He released Hoppit’s lower half to jab a claw at the various spikes around his body, plying them with minimal force. “Look. See this? These’r suppose ta break bone. ‘Specially when he’s stiff like this. Ain’t no way I should be able ta bend ‘em. He’s barely more than a walkin’ carcass—all skin ‘n stick. He’s gonna get picked up by a wandering pecker if he keeps pissin’ about out ‘ere. It’s a wonder he’s still kickin’. What’cha feeding ‘em?” His gaze dropped from her face to the rest of her, disgust curling his muzzle into a snarl. “N’ver mind. I can guess.”
She felt the dampness build at the edges of her vision, unprepared to not only worry for Hoppit's immediate health, but also to face such harsh criticism while she was so vulnerable. “I… I try to make sure he has…”
Makis crouched to release the ferrorabbit onto the ground, Ceele dropping to her knees the moment he did. The terrified lagomorph wasted no time, bolting towards his adoptive mother and leaping into her arms, shaking uncontrollably. The rust-coloured ‘bold stared as she started soothingly stroking the animal’s back.
“Yer given’ em the weeds, aren’t ya?” he stated rather than asked. She gave a teary nod when her voice wouldn’t respond for her. The old kobold drew a breath, letting it go in an exasperated sigh as he stood back up, his expression becoming more impatient than antagonistic. “What else?”
“I— Um…”
“What. Else?”
“W-whatever I c-can find!” she sputtered out. Hoppit tried to hide against her neck, prompting her to tighten her hold. She couldn’t stop herself from shrinking, the guilt and confusion pulling her head down. “R-roots, vegetables, fruits… I give them as often as I can.”
His glare continued unimpeded, his cadence cold. “That it?”
There were a million things Ceele wanted to say. A part of her wanted to beg him not to kick them out of the first safe place she had in longer than she could remember, but she couldn’t find the words. She wanted to deny the judgmental tone that stabbed into her insecurity surrounding how good of a job she was doing with Hoppit, but the deadened void in her chest swallowed her pride whole. She knew he was right to critique her. That she was failing in the only thing that mattered anymore. That the feeling of loss would return.
“I try,” she whispered through the beginnings of a sob. “I try to find more, but he needs someone around, and I have to work the garden, so there’s only so much time I can spend looking. He won’t even eat all of what I bring back…” Tears dripped off her cheeks as she aimed a desolate smile at her furry friend. “He wants to make sure I have some too.”
“Yer killin’ em,” Makis pointed out plainly, crossing his arms. “He’ll be dead ‘fore the summer at this rate.”
“I know!” she shouted, forcing back the memories of insidious murmurs that lurked in the back of her mind, eager to creep into her ears again. The hate-filled stares that followed her, the rumours that arrived in towns before she had the chance to make an impression, and the guilt that loomed over her like an executioner's axe… “I know I am… I just… I don’t know what he needs. I don’t know how to make him happy…but I try. I’m trying…”
“…Yer an idiot, girly.”
She looked up to see the elder kobold walking away without another word. Her eyes fell to Hoppit, the ferrorabbit pressing himself against her as much as he could. He was small, thin, soft, and growing weaker by the day, but he never let it keep him down for long. No, he always showed his best for her, giving her joy that wasn’t provided anywhere else. She saw the thin cuts and dried blood, though she didn’t know where they came from, nor how he got out of the shed in the first place. But that was okay. Hoppit was okay, and she had Hoppit, so everything was okay, right?
…But how much longer would everything stay okay? How much longer until her efforts weren’t enough, and she was left desperately reaching for fading memories of what once was? How much longer until she killed her baby too?
How much longer until she was alone again?
Soft footsteps drew near, pulling her from the spiralling thoughts that threatened to gnaw at her soul. Damp, blurry eyes fell on Makis returning with a small wooden crate, the older kobold stopping a few steps away. He dropped the box, a deep, rattling thud produced as it impacted the ground, making Hoppit flinch in her arms. Ceele blinked as she kept him calm, then blinked again, looking up at the man for answers.
“The name, girly,” he spat in irritation. “Ferrorabbit. Ther’ Earth aligned creatures; they need metals. They don’t care where they get it, but they need lots of it. Iron, copper, tin, lead—raw crystal, if they can find it. You name it, they’ll take a chunk out of it. It's why they bother farmers so much; the best soil’s usually top’a gem deposits, ‘n the little bastards have no issue burrowing deep to get it. Dries up the element’s energy ‘n makes the crops weak.”
Ceele’s mouth opened and closed, each unsuccessful attempt to speak making her feel smaller and smaller. More and more lost. Why was he telling her this? How did he know? What was in the—
He kicked the crate with the side of his foot. “Scraps. Don’t’cha look at me like that. I’m a smith, girly. I might be old and retired, but I still work a forge. Now, this ain’t anything pure—it’s just slag and hunks—but I’m sure the critter won’t mind. Your little gardenin’ project pays off, ‘n I’ll see which of my contacts can get in some better ore.”
She ripped her eyes away from the box and met the perpetual scowl of the old kobold, seeing a warmth behind the hostility that she had never noticed before. “…Why?”
He scoffed in amusement, which looked somewhat menacing on such a hardened expression. “Yer a touch stupid, girly, but the missus adores ya, ‘n yer a good worker.” A shadow of a smile formed on his face. “Hira spent more evenings asking ‘bout how the plots are doin’ than I got time in the day. She’d bite my head off if I noticed a critter like that sufferin’ and didn’t lend a hand. ‘Specially when it’s obvious you ain’t tryin’ ta hurt the thing.”
“B-but the garden… Isn’t he a problem?”
Makis rolled his eyes, turning with a dismissive wave of his hand. “If he was, he’da killed it by now. I’d say he’s been keepin’ the others clear ‘n got scratched up for the trouble. That’s more reason to feed ‘em right in my eyes; pay the poor bastard his dues.” He paused after a few steps, shooting her one last incredulous glance. “‘N the rabbit’s right. You’re not much better off than he is. Eat. Before the missus takes my head, preferably. I ain’t need ta hear her worryin’ over you more than I already do.”
And with that, he walked off back to the house, leaving Ceele to sit stunned on the ground with Hoppit quietly nuzzling into her.
“Hoppit…?”
The ferrorabbit perked an ear and gently licked her collar. Fresh tears ran rivulets down her face, yet they didn’t weigh her down. They felt freeing. She adjusted her hold on the rabbit and held him out, taking in the small cuts and numerous other injuries she had never noticed before. He stared back at her with worried eyes.
“You’ve been busy, huh?” she cooed quietly, doing her best to keep her voice from cracking. He shrunk in her hands. “I told you to stay home, baby. What if something happened to you? I wouldn’t know where you went, and…”
Her protests died out as she saw what was unmistakably guilt on his little face. She brought him back to her chest and cleared her throat.
“It’s alright, Hoppit. If… If you want to help momma, then we can work together, okay? Just…please don’t go off getting hurt… I don’t know what I’d do without you…” The rabbit didn’t reply, and she was pretty sure she had never heard him make any sounds that weren’t his happy little ear clacks, but she chose to interpret the nuzzling as an agreement. “Such a smart boy…”
She took a breath and wiped off the excess moisture from her cheeks, setting Hoppit down on the ground. “Let’s bring Mr. Makis’ gift in, and then I need to go get more water so we can clean you up, okay?”
He bounced his way to the door of their home, waiting patiently for her to lug the surprisingly heavy crate into the shed. He was even still behaving himself by the time she returned from picking up the things she dropped in her haste. There wasn’t a single protest from the ferrorabbit as she washed over his wounds with warm water, nor when she asked him to wait as she cut up a small salad for him using an extra portion of her rationed vegetables. Finally, once everything else was gone, she tentatively sifted through the box until she found a chunk of something that didn’t look so sharp, then offered it to Hoppit skeptically.
As startling as it was to see him bite through metal without issue, she couldn’t help but tear up again at how pleased he looked with the bizarre addition to his diet. He munched through the first piece, then stared at the box while pawing at the air, asking for more. She obliged through wet laughs, feeling lighter than she had since he first gazed at her from his burrow, alone and afraid, just like she was.
Her little baby was happy, and that made it okay.
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Every season, Supercell nerfs previously released cards that coincidentally turned out to be too broken when F2P players worked hard to try max them out to use them for fair competition against P2W players. Meanwhile, Supercell releases another batch of broken cards for the current season and sells these cards in the shop for P2W players to feed Supercell their greed. Such business cycle provides the explanation on why Supercell implemented maximum capacity for wild cards and magic books and the fact it is so hard overflow just enough for even one single rarity. If F2P players can save many wild cards and magic books to quickly max out the newly released broken cards from Supercell, they will easily have fair playing grounds with P2W players for few seasons periodically. Such business cycle even explains why these recently released broken cards have the rarity of epic or above. Such rarity further limits their upgrade potential for F2P players due to request barriers for cards of epic or above. With such possible business cycle and logical explanation, it feels very possible Supercell is further ruining this game from its younger and innocent version free from greed to oppress F2P players and squeeze more money from P2W players. Otherwise, why should Supercell but maximum capacity on the amount of wild cards and magic books players can store?

This is going to take a while, so id like to lead with something i found sort of amusing while doing research for this post
currently, the highest amount of energy a warframe can achieve, would be Garuda Prime with Primed Flow, Endurance Drift, and 5 blue Tauforged Archon shards. this would get 1319 max energy.
Assuming that Garuda could fully activate Battery Armor, by itself, she would reach 1320 max energy.
lastly, it has been made clear that Battery armor is subject to change, as are all of the upcoming arcanes. what follows will be assuming that we get it as it has been shown. and may serve as argumentation for if it should, or should not, be changed.
Battery Armor is a very interesting Arcane. at .3 max energy per point of armor, youd need 3334 armor to fully activate the effect, granting any warframe 1000 energy max.
there is alot to unpack here, but before we talk about how much armor that is, and if/when this is worth using when you cant max it out, we need to address a more complicated problem.
why do you want energy Max? and when you do, what would you possibly want with that much of it?
Energy max is a component of the Trifecta of the "Energy Economy". that being energy generation, energy expense, and energy max, aka your buffer.
there are about a billion ways these days to generate energy, and efficiency/duration can reduce the amount of energy you spend. letting you increase income and decrease expense. with good enough energy generation, energy max becomes superfluous. so when is energy max warranted?
the first case is when you want to cast 1 ability for a really, really long time, that has a drain effect you cant bypass. this is sort of the Mesa problem, though with health orb creators and the Dispensary in the helminth its not that big of a deal for Mesa either.
the second case is when your energy Generation is very "Bursty". the peak popularity of Primed Flow Coincided with the dominance of Arcane Energize. having a high energy cap was important to ensure that when energize went off, you didn't lose part of it due to not having room for the full 150. Energize has a hard cap of 600 energy per minute. it can only be less efficient than that, not more. if your energy cap was low, around 200, youd often lose part of your energize, it was important to bump it up higher so that didnt happen. as Energize has fallen out of favor, so has flow. there are still some energy generation setups that are sufficiently bursty. Spectrosiphon setups generate about a billion energy orbs, but they can be tedious to maintain. having a high E max can mean you dont need too do the siphon dance nearly as often.
the third case is in combination with things like the Preparation mod, for non-endless mission builds that forgo energy generation entirely and plan to just bring all the energy they need with them.
these all focus on Emax as it pertains to the role of energy in ability casting, but there are 3 more cases that dont.
the first being ofcourse, incarnon weapons. a number of them have effects that only work when you have a certain amount of Emax. and for some frames reaching that number is not possible with Primed Flow alone. for some setups Battery Armor may be more practical.
the current lowest base energy capacity is Ash Prime, at 150. to get to 700 Emax for triggering Paladin's Virtue would require Ash to have 1834 armor. this is still a little bit... . this is still very impractical.
so maybe god didnt intend ash prime too use Angstrum incarnon, and we will just have to live with that. surely there are other frames and situations where it will be more helpful.
the second worth noting is Secondary Surge. Yet another new arcane which, if it shipped as its presented, would offer up a damage multiplier on the next shot in exchange for your Current energy. up to 8x at 1600 Current energy.
if this is, effectively, 800% roar, then surely someone somewhere will find a practical use for this. even if it is just killing Terry with a non-incarnon Lato. i can feel the Dark Pull of the Azima once again calling to me, but im sure DE pre-emptively made this not apply to the turrets to salt my wounds.
nothing definite can be said about Surge right now, since we dont have it. the fact that its 1 shot and the fact that most of our big enemies damage attenuate means this will likely end up as a gimmick for BTFO'ing Demo units at absolute best.
the last reason to want high energy max has already been foreshadowed, Quick Thinking.
Quick thinking is a profoundly old mod. its rare to find something from 2013 warframe that still has some straight up voodoo too it, but well. . .the Wiki cannot Define what a "strong hit" is, and the problem isnt even documented ingame.
setting that aside, Quick thinking lets you treat your energy bar like a health bar. 1000 energy would translate into 2400 additional health. and yes Quick thinking scales with your armor. to get that energy you are automatically assuming atleast 3334 armor, so that'd make you fairly tanky. really the idea of being able to spec into survival focusing on shields, health, or energy as your main juice of survival would be great.
ok so there are at least a handful of reasons you might want to Spike your Emax into the Stratosphere, now lets talk about the problem.
3334 armor is alot of fucking armor.
really only one warframe is going to get this effect for free. .and thats Chroma. who arguably doesn't need it. i mean i guess itd make using his 4 easier. . i guess. Quick Thinking Chroma is kind of a silly concept for a frame that can already get a billion health without any help.
moving down the line, Triple umbral atlas prime with his Maxed out Passive hits 2900 armor. Health conversion + his passive hits 3350. thats just 1 mod, which is not bad. though HC isnt totally reliable, particularly when you are solo.
a valk with Health conversion and like 375+ strength would get there as well. in this case Triple umbral and Health conversion are of equal value.
Grendel Prime, with his gourmand augment, a fully stacked passive, and Health Conversion gets there. though the reliability of keeping Grendels belly fully is somewhat iffy.
Hydroid's plunder can get there, though the abilty is. . we shall be generous and say "has a high skill cap" and not "is profoundly unreliable". he would sill need like over 400 strength or to be running an extra source of armor, but any one will do.
Wukong's Defy gets him part of the way there, but 1350+1500+290 still puts us short.
oberon and inaros would both need totally impractical amounts of power strength, and you dont remember that octavia has an armor buff, so i wont talk about it.
Melee fortification and 16 kills per 10 seconds gets there, il leave explaining why this is not helpful as an exercise for the reader.
lastly, lets talk about Parasitic armor. we can fiddle with the numbers here a bit. at 300 Strength youd only need about 1100 shields, or really less given your base armor. the main issue with this idea is that you cant gain more shields until it runs out, so you cant use this effect to keep your energy max up permanently. you can use it to temporarily spike your Emax. .but to what end?
lets look at some more practical things.
a Tauforged blue archon shard gives 225 armor and would also give 67.5 Emax. effectively doubling the value of the shard, in a very specific way.
ive mentioned health conversion a few times. for most warframes, health conversion is the best 1 slot source of armor available. you need more than 750 base armor before Triple umbral'd fiber becomes a better option.
Battery Armor makes Health conversion give 405 Emax in addition to the armor it gives.
is that good?
Primed flow gives exactly 405 Emax if your have 225 base energy. 225 is the most common base energy in the game, though again, accounting for base armor, you would come out slightly ahead of primed flow
the problem here is that arcane slots are generally. . .more valuable than mod slots. so spending an arcane slot to save a mod slot seems pointless. especially if you are having to build into armor just to get it active.
Battery armor being balanced so that the most powerful source of flat armor being roughly as valuable as primed flow on the bulk of warframes feels intentional, and that feels bad. Battery armor feels like a "third arcane slot" arcane as it is currently presented, but. . well. i genuinely think even if the armor to Emax was a 1 to 1 conversion, it would probably still not be terribly popular. it feels over-balanced at the moment.
.3 = 3334 armor to max
.4 = 2500 armor to max
.5 =2000 armor to max
.6=1667 armor to max.
let me present you with a Hypothetical.
currently, there is a combo i call HC+AB. Health Conversion + Arcane Blessing, gives 1350 armor and 1200 HP. its a pair of flat buffs that gives even relatively squishy warframes a solid baseline of tanking, for the bargain price of 1 mod slot and 1 arcane slot.
if Battery Armor were set to .6 armor per 1 E max
most warframes can get too 1667 armor with Health conversion+ their base armor + an Archon shard.
if they instead Ran Battery Armor instead of arcane Blessing, and also ran Quick Thinking. they'd have 1350 armor and +1000 Emax which would then be counted as effectively 2400 HP.
for 1 additional mod slot, weve doubled the Ehp of blessing, we dont need a source of healing anymore, but we are significantly more dependent on good energy management. no i will not start talking about Adaptation this late in the game, but in terms of boosting your Ehp for 1 mot slot. . .you get the idea.
and i still in my gut feeling thing that this would not be worth it. you'd need to address the Faults of Quick thinking and like. . make it a 9 cost mod or something. and the itd still be more build-space than shield gating for something that's likely just as hard to pilot.
this is obviously meant to be combo'd with the other Emax based arcane dropping this set but there is a single digit number of frames that can even Feasibly get too 1600 Emax through this effect, and for that work you still need too cast an ability before every shot.
is this intended to support. .what? the selection of Mediocre Grenade based incarnon sidearms that nobody uses? Atamos Zylok and Gammacor? maybe you could put this behind Lex but Lex is already ludicriously strong without a trapeze act to perform before you can shoot it. i say again . .to what end?
this is alot of work to put into achieving Big Number given you've spent the last 2 years making all of the relevant bosses and minibosses resistant to Big Number technology. i guess maybe this is a new avenue for acoltye nuking, maybe? should be funny with the Grimore alt fire.
as someone who plays almost entirely for Novelty these days, and who has spent much of the last few months getting to know Caliban on a first name basis, my standards of "worth it" are about as low as you can go without busting out the spade. so when i say something doesnt seem like its worth it, that is a judgment of value coming from someone who considers 6 formaing Venato to be a valid use of my time.
TL;Dr.
for the effort required to use it, Battery Armor will almost certainly not see much use. only Chroma, Atlas and Valkyr can activate it reasonably easily, for everyone else its just too much of a pain in the ass.
there are limited reasons to even want significant amounts of Emax, aside from a bespoke combo with an upcoming sidearm arcane that will probably be more trouble than its worth outside of Mr.WarframeGuy's meme videos (and they will no doubt be glorious). interactions with Quick thinking while interesting to think about are burdened by the fact that you are forced to run quick thinking. QT is occasionally useful, but until DE at a bare minimum publishes the conditions for it to Stagger me, and better yet just removes that part of QT entirely il leave the Energymaxxing survival strategy in the hypothetical category.
do you think Battery Armor should ship as presented, or should the rate of armor too energy be raised? personally i think .5 armor per energy, for a max requirement of 2000 armor, would be a fair bit more mannage for a larger portion of the cast. i think .3 is unreasonably low, but im curious if im alone in that. i think any higher than .5 and were lapsing from Fair into Generous.
i also think that no amount of Emax can make the stat itself more Valuable, as simply generating energy reliably is easier and more useful than being able to store alot of it. having good energy generation is a need. having good energy storage is a want.
the best use of over 1k energy max that i can think of is Recreating this old meme using Banshee's 4.
Have a pleasant evening, its 3am and ive been staring at wiki pages and doing math for 3 hours. im going to bed.

I tried Uniswap recently. Aside from the clunky UI on both the website and android app (I don't have iOS device), the 0.25% trading fee is just too high to compete with centralized exchanges.
I get it, LP need to be paid. But isn't lower fees for higher volume a much better strategy? At current fees, nobody should use it unless they are religiously believing in DEX. How is a theoretical zero volume going to pay LP better than at least some volume with a fee better than Binance (0.1%)?
I think there should be a fee market where LP specify how much fee they want to take. If they set it too high, their liquidity will never be used, so they never get paid. The free market will keep it at a reasonable value. I believe that value will be much lower than 0.25%.

Hi everyone,
First post on this subreddit, hoping for someone to provide some perspective and opinion (opinions from strangers on the internet is always a good idea, right??)
I'm considering entering rabbinical school in the coming years (within 5 years maybe?) and have some questions that I'm hoping someone here can answer.
But first, a bit about me: I graduated college last year with a degree in Time and Space, and am currently enrolled in a Master's degree program at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, pursuing a degree in Jewish education. I live in Israel right now, and being here has really changed the way I want to practice and incorporate Judaism in my life. I was raised in a reform synagogue, and after my bar mitzvah until my second year in college, I didn't really think about the fact that I am Jewish. Although I really don't like the denominational labels because I see them as nothing but divisive, I want my life to be something close to a Modern Orthodox one: shomer shabbat, kashrut, halakhically observant, intellectually curious, etc. In about a month, I'll be attending Aish HaTorah's Foundations program to (hopefully) begin to fill in the (many) gaps that my reform upbringing has left unfilled between where I stand right now, and where I want my Judaism to be.
Some aspirational / career goals for me: I intend on my career being in the Jewish world. I see myself as a Jewish communal leader in some capacity. I love to read, I love to write, I love to learn, I love to teach, I love to work with and help people, I love Hebrew, I love public speaking, I love Judaism, and I love Jews. To me, that seems like the perfect confluence of loves that points me towards rabbinical school.
If I was to become a Rabbi: I would want to work, as I said above, in a leadership position at some Jewish communal organization. A synagogue, a summer camp, a federation, a Hillel / campus org, etc. I would want to focus my work on inter (intra?) denominational outreach, i.e. trying to bridge the gaps (not theologically, but socially) between the various denominations of Jews. I see no reasons for Reform Jews to have such vitriolic disgust, that I have seen, towards Orthodox Jews, and I see no reason for Orthodox Jews to see Reform Jews as heretics. At the end of the day, we're all Jews, we exist in this historical moment in which it is increasingly dangerous to be a Jew regardless of level and type of observance, and we need to stand by each other.
Rabbinical Training: As above, I am drawn to the Modern Orthodox stream of Judaism, mainly due to the level of observance I see within those communities. I want my Judaism to be a daily, meaningful practice in my life, and I see that most often within the Orthodox world. The school that attracts me the most right now is Yeshivat Chovevi Torah (YCT) in NYC, but I've not made any sort of commitments (again becoming a rabbi is not a right now decision for me, but in a couple of years I'll be seriously considering it).
Questions / Thoughts I hope someone can respond to:

• Is YCT a good school? Why or why not?
  • What does it cost? I've seen on various websites that it is free, and they provide a living stipend. Is that true?
  • Do their graduates tend to succeed, or not? What kind of work do they do?
  • Other options for schools?
• Is becoming a rabbi a good idea? Meaning: is there a good outlook in the job market right now?
  • Is it something that will be financially worth my effort?
  • I know that YCT has trouble with the RCA/OU, is that something that I should be seriously worried about, employment wise?
• Based on what I wrote about myself above, what sorts of questions should I be asking myself to know if this is the right idea for me?
• If you think becoming a rabbi is not the right idea, what other alternatives do you see as being viable, based on what I wrote above?
• Other thoughts and ideas are welcome! Thanks for lending me your ears (eyes?) for this moment :)

Shavua Tov

mkdir png 

ffmpeg -i "Roaring Kitty Live Stream - June 7, 2024-U1prSyyIco0.mp4" -vf "crop=80:30:160:240" png/dfv_%06d.png 

import os import cv2 import pandas as pd import pytesseract 

files = sorted(os.listdir("png")) results = [] for file in files: path = os.path.join("png", file) img = cv2.imread(path) text = pytesseract.image_to_string(img) results.append(text) 

raw = pd.Series(results) raw.to_csv("price_extraction_raw.csv", index=False) 

import numpy as np import pandas as pd # Loads the csv raw = pd.read_csv("price_extraction_raw.csv").squeeze() # Strips out unintended newline characters. raw=raw.str.replace(r"\n", "", regex=True) 

# Shows the rows with detected text. raw.dropna() 

# Eliminate any characters that are not numbers or decimals. cleaned = raw.str.replace(r"[^\d\.]", "", regex=True).str.strip().replace("", None) # Clear any rows that have less than 5 characters (two digits, a period, and two decimal places). cleaned = np.where(cleaned.str.len() < 5, None, cleaned) 

# Converts the single column Series into a multi-column DataFrame. cleaned = pd.DataFrame(cleaned, columns=["price"]) # Creates the time columns cleaned["m"] = cleaned.index//3600 # 60 frames * 60 seconds per minute cleaned["s"] = (cleaned.index // 60) % 60 cleaned["f"] = (cleaned.index % 3600) % 60 

cleaned[cleaned["price"].str.len() > 5] 

# Removes trailing characters when there are more than 5 of them. cleaned["price"] = np.where(cleaned["price"].str.len() > 5, cleaned["price"].str[:5], cleaned["price"]) # Changes the datatype to allow calculations to be made. cleaned["price"] = cleaned["price"].astype(float) 

# A list of the start and end of every trading halt in video (by price change). halts = [(10802, 19851), # Initial video halt (26933, 45977), # 2nd halt (61488, 80414), # 3rd halt (81325, 100411), # 4th halt (100778, 119680), # 5th halt (136992, 119680), # 6th halt (166473, 178210), # 7th halt ] # Uses the halt frames, to indicate halts in the dataset. cleaned["halted"] = np.where(cleaned["price"].isna(), None, False) # Assumes no unknown values for (start, end) in halts: cleaned["halted"] = np.where((cleaned.index >= start) & (cleaned.index < end), True, cleaned["halted"]) 

cleaned[cleaned["halted"] == True] 

def assess_halt(df, index): # The frame that is exactly 5 minutes before the frame examined. frame_offset = index - (5 * 60 * 60) # Since there will be no volume during a halt, we want to exclude # remove values where a halt is indicated. prices = df["price"].copy() prices = np.where(df["halted"] == True, np.nan, prices) # The price at the requested frame. halt_price = df["price"][index] # the frame right before (to rule out the halt suppressing the actual amount) price_before_halt = df["price"][index-1] # The average of all extractable prices in the five minute window. average = np.nanmean(prices[frame_offset:index]) # If there is insufficient at the specified frame, this ends calculations early. if np.isnan(average) or np.isnan(price_before_halt): return halt_price, price_before_halt, None, None, None, None, None # The count can help gauge robustness of the estimated average. count = np.count_nonzero(~np.isnan(prices[frame_offset:index])) seconds = count / 60 # The estimated bands are calculated by adding and subrtracting 5% from the average. band_low = average - .05 * average band_high = average + .05 * average # Logic to test whether the halt price or the price just before the halt is estimated to be beyond the 5% bands. outside = ((halt_price < band_low) or (halt_price > band_high)) or ((price_before_halt < band_low) or (price_before_halt > band_high)) return halt_price, price_before_halt, average, seconds, band_low, band_high, outside 

rows = [] for halt in halts: row = assess_halt(cleaned, halt[0]) rows.append(row) assessment = pd.DataFrame(rows, columns=["halt_price", "price_before_halt", "price_average", "seconds_of_data", "band_low", "band_high", "outside_bands"]) assessment 

There are different types of picture frames right now. When it comes to brightening your dividers, choosing the main fitting picture outlines for your space can appear a bit overpowering.
Maybe you need some standing photo outlines along with your sideboard or on your coffee table.
Perhaps you're after an embellishing overview for an extraordinary event photo, or you need to collate a blend of family photographs and art prints for an explanation display divider within the corridor.
You might need to keep it straightforward with a push of dark photo outlines mounted on the divider. Or a multi-picture shape to show your occasion photographs or bring your Instagram pics to life.
There are so many choices accessible, empowering you to show your pictures in a genuinely customized way.
Be that as it may, having so much choice can make it more troublesome to discover the culmination picture outline.
So we've done all the difficult work for you. Here we circular up the leading photo outlines for your domestic underneath.
The different types of Picture frames are listed below.

1. Gallery Frame

Display outlines utilize a tangle to make an elevated frame-in-frame impact that you might frequently see in an exhibition hall photography establishment.
Our genuine hardwood Display Outlines bring this identical tasteful touch of the mid-century advanced plan to any room in your home.
Additionally, attempt putting together a collection of four or more outlines for an impactful see, and do not be anxious to blend.
Coordinate silhouette wraps up along the way. It creates variety and visual intrigue.
Furthermore, it's a straightforward, easy route to the hidden. However, advanced colors conspire that tie the pieces of the room together.

2. Carrs Silver Frame

The Carrs Silver Frame is one of the different types of picture frames. The best picture frames do not divert from but upgrade the picture it holds, demonstrated flawlessly by this beautiful silver Carrs plan picture outline.
Mounted on a block of wood back, the silver edge is plain in its plan and can stand both representation and scene.
The specific show recorded is 8 x 6" in measure, but there are little and bigger estimate choices moreover available.
Moreover, It's by distant the foremost costly section in our choice of the most excellent outlines.
Still, if you've got an uncommon photo that needs a domestic, this can be well worth the venture.

3. Modern Frame

The slim profile of cutting-edge frame styles permits your photographs to require a central organization for a moderate see that puts an accentuation on the print.
The Modern Metal Frame is a premium-quality choice for any space, prepared to hang as a centerpiece or in couple with other pieces on a display wall. The Cutting-edge
Metal Outline is tailor-made to include modernity and present-day request to moderate stylistic layout topics — but it's at its best in urban-industrial spaces.
Additionally, Pair two expansive frames together for a show that wows or blends and coordinates distinctive sizes of smaller structures, as within the picture over.
Essentially, because you have got other metal wraps up in your space doesn't cruel that your outlines ought to coordinate them precisely — a small variety goes a long way.

4. Copper Hanging Picture Frame

Copper Hanging a Picture frame is also one of the different types of Frames.
The classic black picture frame is a go-to plan for numerous picture takers, this basic but exquisite outline will assist your color photography pop and allow dark and white photographs an immortal feel.
Profoundly reasonable, this prevalent plan is available in dark, white, and dim, and within the taking after sizes: A4 (21 x 30cm), 12 x 16" (30 x 40cm), 19 x 28" (50 x 70cm), 24 x 31" (60 x 80cm).
Well-made and shockingly reasonable, this modern plan offers a cutting-edge, uncluttered feel, culminating in exhibiting your most valuable recollections.

5. Floating Frame

Floating frames utilize clear glass or acrylic input of a tangle to provide your print with the impact of drifting on the divider.
Our Drifting Outline employments frame-grade acrylic, including UV security and subtract weight, highlighting modern brass-coated equipment — downplayed. These one-of-a-kind highlights grant it astounding profundity and dimension.
Additionally, The floating frame is for showing "the one." It gives that extraordinary photo the impact of standing on its claim, drawing all the consideration precisely where it should be.
Let this articulation piece talk for itself as a solid centerpiece — the 30 x 42" outline is our favorite measure for turning a clear divider into a work of craftsmanship.

6. Deep-Set Frames

Deep-set frames are picture frame that takes a page out of the book of a shadow box, employing a thicker tangle and profound outline to draw the inner eye toward the picture.
This interesting profile makes a subtle shadow inside, including measurement where once there was none. Our Deep-Set Outline is perfect for exhibiting scenes of travel photographs that welcome delay.
The play between layers draws the viewer into the picture, giving a transitory elude to far-away settings and past stories.

7. Umbra Luna Photo Art Display

Next on our list of different picture frames is the Umbra Luna Photo Art Display.
In case you genuinely need your photographs to stand out, putting them in this idiosyncratic Umbra Luna frame is beyond any doubt to do it.
Accessible in dark or white, this one-of-a-kind multi-outline can hold nine 4 x 6" photos, with the plan permitting each to be opened exclusively for ease of utilization. It's more costly than your regular multi-picture outline.
Still, the goal is anything but conventional, and all the respecting looks it's beyond any doubt to urge will rapidly make you disregard the additional taken toll.

8. Canvas Prints

When it comes to dimension, these prints take things a step encourage, extending canvas onto an inside outline that brings the picture out from the divider.
Our Surrounded Canvas Print could be a classy takeoff from the conventional, highlighting a high-quality cotton mix that touts lovely color and uncommon propagation of detail.
The slight drift between the canvas and profound outline makes for an interesting visual impact, not at all like anything else available.
Whether hanging on its possessor with other outlines, the canvas print should continuously be the central point. If including it in an exhibition divider, turn it into a prominent position for adjusted transactions between your collection of outlines.

9. Square multi-picture frame

If you need to transport your Instagram framework into the open world, this charming multi-picture outline is the ideal choice.
The white 23 x 23cm plan highlights 12 4 x 4cm square windows to put your chosen pictures at the side and a content box underneath for a customized message.
With a box plan, this quality outline can be both hung or left freestanding. It incorporates front assurance with shatterproof plastic to assist in diminishing the hazard of breakages.

10. Tabletop Frames

Tabletop Frames are also one of the different types of picture frames. It's all within the small, subtle elements — and tabletop outlines go a long way in making a house feel domestic.
Wooden Tabletop Frame sets an ageless plan with an extraordinarily advanced take on usefulness.
Essentially, utilizing the detachable metal stand requires your outline from the table to the divider and back again.
Place a tabletop outline in ranges that require a small something additional to imbue identity into the space.
Additionally, these flexible outlines are right for domestic on tables, mantles, and racking. Or as the wrapping-up piece in your dream craftsmanship divider.

11. Multi-Picture Frames

There's nothing like a highlight divider of mind-blowing photographs, and this beautiful determination of wooden outlines will assist you in doing fair that.
Accessible in both dark and brown, the set incorporates 26 picture outlines at the taking-after sizes.
Two x 24x19cm, five x 17x12cm, seven x 9 x14cm, and twelve x 8x12cm. Not as it were the idealized arrangement for changing that purge divider into a work of craftsmanship but a deal to boot!

12. Photo Holders

The photo holders are one the flexible different types of frames. Frames aren't the as they were arranged for a hoisted photo show.
Photo holders are a flexible, helpful way to bring a new see to the photographs you adore.
Our family of frame-free Photo Holders combines the finest of both capacity and show, permitting you to be effectively compatible with your favorite prints.
Smaller photo holders like our Brass Easel, Walnut Print Stand, and Brass & Wood Show Box are perfect for little spaces such as work areas, tables, and mantles.
The Wooden Photo Edge can bring a welcome bend to any division, complimenting outlines or filling the void for dividers.
The canvas print should be the central point, whether hanging on its claim or with other techniques.
If including it in a display divider, turn it into a prominent position for adjusted transactions between your collection of outlines.

13. New England Solid Oak frame

If your domestic encompasses a rustic feel, this can be one of the most pleasing picture outlines to compliment your style.
With a strong oak plan, this picture outline is both vigorous and beautiful and offers space for five 4 x 6" photographs in numerous groups.
The oak outline is additionally accessible within the taking-after options.
Furthermore, it's worth noticing that the plans that offer numerous picture choices are divider mounts.
The standard single picture outlines can be freestanding and be divider mounted, either scene or representation.
Perfect for any domestic, all systems are separately boxed, making them a culmination blessing for that somebody extraordinary.

14. Instagram Selfie Board Frame

A somewhat alternative option but a brilliant picture outline for anybody Instagram-fixated. Choose from several specific plans to suit the event.
Furthermore, personalization choices, counting names, messages, hashtags, etc., can be included to form the additional outline special.
The Selfie Outline measures 508 x 717mm, made from tall quality 5mm folded plastic. It's also fully water-safe, meaning you'll be able to get the culmination selfie rain or sparkle.

15. Acrylic Picture Frame

Rounding Off the list of different types of Picture frames is the Acrylic Picture frames. The acrylic frame is outlined as solid and steady in representation and scene introduction.
And we utilized four little and solid magnets to hold the super-clear acrylic squares together safely.
The clear acrylic photo outline with twofold-sided see-through outlines permits you to see from both sides.
Easy to clean and simple to upgrade with modern photos.

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However, what I have realized is that I’m not factoring in liquidity. I was wondering if QuantConnect would have the right tools for me to better model this since I see their QR role for $8/month allows for developing on their cloud and gives access to tick resolution for options and contains information like Open Interest and Volume.
Does QuantConnect allow me to backtest without a specific algo, just the contracts using their tick data? Also, is there a way to model slippage on QuantConnect? I see it for equities and futures and what not, but not for equity options. Finally, may someone tell me how to understand OI and Volume? What is something I should look for? The bid-ask spread on the contracts, or have the volume be at least 10x how many contracts I’m trading? Thank you!