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I’m a female at the end of my 7th grade year. There’s cheer tryouts coming up for next year, and I’m thinking about joining. I have one of the cheer coordinators as a teacher, and she’s really nice, so that’s making me feel a lot better. I know some the basic cheer movements, such as a herkie, a high v, daggers, ect., but I’m not that flexible and can’t jump that high. I was just hoping for some tips and guidance. Thanks!

I think there’s something off about my campus
Hey everyone, I’m typing this on my phone so I apologize if there is weird formatting. Anyways, to get to the point, there’s something really off with some people on my campus. I have come seeking answers.I noticed it first walking home from my 7pm class last Wednesday.
To set the scene, most of the campus is tucked back into the woods a little, and my 7pm class is in the farthest building from the parking lot (further into the woods). I get out from that 7pm class around 9pm, so on cloudy nights like last Wednesday, the only lights on that long sidewalk are the lights radiating from the other buildings. Usually, there’s roughly 30 feet where it’s pitch black because the foliage is pretty dense. I usually walk back to my apartment with some classmates that live in the same complex as me, but I told them to go ahead of me while I finished the rest of the project.
After packing my laptop away, I started heading back home. It was roughly 9:30 at this point, and my brain was slowly shutting down preparing for the deep sleep that has yet to come.Walking down the sidewalk, I heard somebody not too far into the woods laughing like they’ve just heard the funniest joke ever. I immediately thought, “probably some Freshman walking the trails with their friends smoking weed”. Chuckling to myself, I put in my AirPods and picked a playlist for my journey back home.
When I looked up from my phone, there was the silhouette of somebody walking towards me. I have no idea how I missed them before, but honestly, it’s very possible they were just in a spot where the light wasn’t quite reaching them. A little unnerved, I shifted over to the left side of the sidewalk.
(Now I’m usually fine walking alone at night; I’m a 6’2 man who’s dabbled in the world of MMA. But something about this person gave me a primal feeling of unrest.)
When they shifted over to the left mirroring me, I felt my blood run cold. But alas, I had to keep walking because this was my only way back home. As I neared closer to the figure, I almost laughed at myself when I realized it was just some harmless girl walking towards the Murphy building. If anything, I’m the intimidating one to her.
This is where it really gets weird. She stopped as I was passing her and turned to me. Thinking she needed to ask me something, I took an AirPod out and asked “what’s up?”. After staring at me for an uncomfortable amount of time, she opened her mouth, and I kid you not, mimicked the laugh I heard moments before perfectly. Before I could chalk it up to it just being her in the trails earlier, I noticed something. Her mouth wasn’t moving at all. If I had left my AirPods in, it would just look like she was just opening her mouth and staring at me. She then shifted into a deep raspy laugh. She did all of this without moving her mouth at all; I couldn’t even see her throat moving as you would expect if someone was laughing. It was almost like she was some fucked up human-shaped gramophone. The feeling of absolute horror that came over me is something I’ve only experienced in my imagination. Before I could think to do anything next, My body began to run off some sort of primal instinct. With my legs burning, it took me about 10 minutes to get all the way back to my apartment and lock myself in relative safety.
I’m coming on here now to ask if anybody knows what I experienced? I have been hearing that same laughter outside my window every night since that night, I am too terrified to sleep well and have refused to go to any of my classes. Please I just want answers, I don’t want to keep living in fear.
Part 2:
Hey everyone, I’ve gotten some DMs telling me what it may be. I’ve heard everything from banshee to skinwalker. After further research I pray to god it was neither of them. I’m praying it was just some girl with a speaker playing some sort of cruel joke. I mean yes there are people who don’t like me on campus, I’ve made some enemies over the past 4 years. But, I just don’t understand what could’ve brought it to this point. I had to stop hiding in fear and go to my classes before my grades plummet, I’m almost done with my degree and only have a few more weeks. If I let some sort of stupid prank ruin my career, It would be everything I swore against to my parents.
A lot of you guys in the DMs were also asking what college I go to and what my name is. First I want to say sorry for not providing that information in the first post, I’m sure you can understand where my head was at typing that. So let me introduce myself, my name is Nick and In order to keep my privacy, I will only provide that I go to a midwest university.
I’m sure you may be wondering, “so did it just stop?”. I would love to say yes, but really things have just gotten weirder. Though, I am pleased to say that there is no longer laughing out my window every night.
Ever since that night, I’ve been noticing more things off with the people on campus. Now you may just think it’s paranoia, but just be patient and listen.
Yesterday, I decided to muster up all of my courage and go to class. Luckily my first class is at 10AM, when the sun is well in the sky, so walking across campus seemed much less threatening. When I sat down in my first class, I noticed something off with the girl that sits in front of me. Usually she’s chatty and excited to be in class, but today she just stared blankly ahead. I tried to say good morning and ask about her weekend, as we do every Monday, but she continued to have that blank stare. She did turn her head towards be, but her eyes read “lights on, but nobody is home”.
Thinking to myself, she may just be hungover, or going through the bout of college student depression. I decided to shrug it off and turn to the front of the class and get my notes ready. But the moment I turned around, I could feel it. Her eyes burrowing deep into the back of my head. When I flipped around to see if I was just being irrational, I quickly learned I wasn’t. Her eyes went from the blank glare, to the most enthusiastic face I’ve seen on her. It was horrible, it almost seemed like she was trying so hard to pretend she was thrilled to be in class and to speak to me. It was inhuman.
I’ve been on the internet long enough to catch on to the term “Uncanny valley”, and what I witnessed In my first hour gives me that same gut feeling I got when I saw that girl last Wednesday.
I was right to be uncomfortable though, I texted her after class to make sure she was doing alright. But her response only reignited the flames of deep fear burning in my soul.
I’ll copy and paste the messages here:
Me: Hey Is everything good? You seemed off in class today.
Steph SCI 101: Uh yeah, I’m fine. but I was not in class today, I’m severely hungover from Tanner’s party last night.
Me: Haha, good one.
Steph SCI 101: No I’m so Fr, are you okay?
Steph SCI 101: Are you trying to fuck with me or something?
Me: Nevermind, I’m sorry to bother you.
(End Of Texts)
Okay so I’m sure that this gives you all the same feeling of dread that it gave me but I’m sure scaled down a bit. This is where I have started to doubt that it’s a prank, because me and Stephanie are cool. There’s no level of hate for either of us, and even if it was some joke, we don’t know each other on that type of level.
Not only did this seem to happen in my first class, but in between classes while I was walking across campus as well. I walk past hundreds of faces in my many treks across campus, and I swear to you, at least 1/4th of the people I walked past had that same dead stare look. And the way they walked, god I hate even thinking of it. It was like they were an alien trying out their new body suits for the first time. The steps and the bends of their legs just seem so meticulous, dramaticized, and puppeteered.
I’m going to try to investigate further, because at this point my fear for my life is more of a reason to try and figure out what it is so I can try to stop it.
I’m no hero, and I’m sure as hell nothing special, but If I can know what to expect for another encounter, maybe I can avoid meeting the demise I have imagined.
Part 3

First off I would like to apologize for my 20-day hiatus. For those who were worried that curiosity killed the cat so to speak, I appreciate your concern. On top of my investigation, I have also had to go through finals and work for a boss who didn't believe in life outside of work. So let's start where we left off. I had a feeling that this task was left for me to solve. it may sound stupid, but let me explain why. That night, after my last post, I had a dream that further solidified my need to solve the mystery. I tried to write all that I remembered down the morning after so here is what I wrote. 

April 4th, 2024
I had a strange dream last night, stranger than usual at least. I awoke in the woods, laying face down in the grass with someone looming over me. I heard their footsteps flee rapidly before I flipped over. I found myself just off the trail where the “incident” happened, on the trail laid a girl, bloodied and motionless. When I got up to approach her, she was quickly dragged into the parallel section of the woods. Seeing this I turned and ran into the section of woods I was in. When my legs gave out I found myself near an old supply shed, worn and long abandoned. Searching for cover, I tried the door, which luckily gave after a quick pull. There I found a trapdoor which emanated a blue hue through the cracks. The only thought on my mind, survival brought me to throw it open and climb down. I clattered down the ladder and right before my feet touched the ground, I was pulled backwards by my shirt. That’s where I woke up.
I have always trusted my gut and having a dream that vivid gave me a sense of courage I did not previously have. I know where to start my search now. I have decided my best course of action will be to record my findings on a tape recorder app. After I finish each entry it will be uploaded to a cloud that will ensure if anything happens to me, the story will get out. I am packing my backpack now with a flashlight, glow sticks to mark my trail, and a machete I was gifted by a local in Mexico. All of my recordings will be uploaded below and auto posted after 10 days. Wish me luck everyone, I’m going to need it.
Entry 1: I have started at the only place that makes sense, the trail. It is currently 1:45 PM and I have plenty of sun left in the sky. I just needed to find exactly where to start my journey into the woods. Strangely it was very easy to find. I recall one of the trees having a funky twist near the middle of the trunk. Probably just some two lovebirds trying to carve their name into the tree and realizing there were softer trees to carve into. Anyways hiking further into the woods I believe I can see the shape of the shed through the branches. I wish you guys could see how dense these trees are so you can understand my struggle.
Entry 2: I made it to the shed, but unfortunately the floor in here is concrete. This really sucks for me because I have absolutely no idea where to go from here. It’s identical on the outside but I just don’t understand. Maybe I’m just delusional, which in that case what a waste of time and energy. I’m going to head back home and just start packing for summer. Maybe it’ll be best if I just forget about all of this and leave it behind me. I am graduating after all. Wait hold on what is this?? there’s a button behind one of these shelves. I am going to press it, but idk how it would work because this floor is seamless. I’m just going to leave this recording so if anything does happen I don’t have to worry about holding the phone the whole time. Holy shit, the entire floor is lowering. It’s a fucking elevator.
Entry 3: Okay so I’ve been going down this elevator for like 30 seconds, how far down am I going?.. Oh wait hold on, Im stopped… There’s a metal door with a padlock. Ig since I have the machete there’s only one thing to do, break it. Im going to use the blunt side so I don’t ruin this thing, I like it too much. the lock clatters to the ground after 3 solid hits. Well ig there’s only one way to go now, there’s no button to get back up so I pray there’s another way up. The metal door creaks loudly. Fuck I regret this, It’s dark and I can tell it’s a big area because it’s so echoey in here. I’m currently praising my past self for thinking about the flashlight and glow sticks. I need to find out what in the hell this place is and most importantly, if there’s a damn light switch.
Entry 4: God this place is terrifying I’ve been walking around the sterile white halls of this place for like 10 minutes and have found nothing, no doors, no light switch. I feel like a rat in a maze. Also scratch what I said about being glad I packed glow sticks, because my stupid ass only brought like 20 of these things and I’m already down to 5. Also I feel like I’m not alone, every now and then I’ll turn a corner and the glow from the previous glow stick quickly vanishes. I feel like it might just be because the darkness seems to envelop everything like a blanket. But I have that feeling that I’m being followed. You know the one, where you know somethings wrong you just can’t pin point what it is. Oh shit no way, there’s light, I think there’s a door or something up ahead.
Entry 5: Holy shit… It’s a lab, and worse, there’s people strapped too tables, completely naked and unconscious. I know they are alive because each of them are hooked up with a million different cords, and one of those are plugged into a heart monitor. This place is huge, there has to be at least 50 people on these tables.
“Hey you, you’re not supposed to be in here” yelled a man adorned in a lab coat.
“What are you doing to these kids you sick fucks.” I yelled back at the man across the lab.
In a haste the scientist rushes towards a red button, setting off a loud alarm, turning the lights to a flashing red. With no exit behind me, I could only do one thing... Rush towards him. My training kicked in as I launched into a flurry of calculated strikes. My first hit connected, a right overhand clean under his eye. The doctor stumbled back, but I didn't give him a chance to recover. I pressed the attack, keeping him off balance with a relentless barrage of punches and kicks. He fought back ferociously, but I was one step ahead, anticipating his moves and countering with swift, efficient strikes. We wrestled, the room around us becoming a blur of pain and adrenaline. I used the environment to my advantage, improvising weapons from the scattered medical equipment and turning the empty tables on my opponent. Pinning him to the ground, I laid down a harsh barrage of final blows. His face was a bloody pulp, unrecognizable. But I didn’t walk away unscathed, somewhere in the tussle, the scientist buried a scalpel deep into my stomach. With my adrenaline wearing off, the pain overtook me, sending me into darkness as I fainted from the blood loss and adrenaline dump. I awoke with my arms and legs strapped to the cold metal operating table. Before I could try to struggle, a face overtook my field of vision.
“Quite a fight you put up, you turned poor Dr.Samson into a soup” the looming face said with a chuckle. “You are the first person to put the pieces together and for that I am thoroughly impressed Mr. Hayes”
“Who are you?!” I said fighting at my binds. “Let me go!”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that Mr.Hayes. You have seen far too much, and I definitely can’t have you running around telling the world what you saw here. Although nobody would believe you.” “And to answer your other question, I’m surprised you don’t recognize me… really take a moment and look at me” He said pulling down his face mask.
“Dr.Blackwood?” I said as I looked back on my freshman year biology class.
“Ding ding ding ding. We have a winner!” He said in a maniac joy.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked.
“Well Mr.Hayes, first I’m going to sew you up from your little tussle you had with my late assistant and then I will put you under and cut into that skull of yours and take out a small piece of what we call in the science world your hippocampus. Then I will draw from that all of the necessary memories to create the perfect clone of you.” He responded.
“Why? Why would you need a clone of any of us. Why can’t you just clone someone willing to be apart of this?” I asked
“Because that’s no fun Mr.Hayes, the hunt excites me. Actually you’re lucky I didn’t get you the first night. Unfortunately my creation had a little bit of a malfunction and formed a wee bit of an attachment to you. I’m sure you remember the ruckus outside your window? Anyways I digress, I do this because everyone of you lowly students will go onto do mediocre jobs where you waste away at a desk. I must also add that with having a clone of you under my control, I can do anything and get away with clean hands. My plan with you originally was to have you go into the admissions office and steal every last cent all for me. On top of that I like the power, because one day I will have a clone of every student on this campus and eventually I will cause a revolt against our comedy of a government. Who will stop me, when I won’t even be on the front lines?” Dr.Blackwood explained.
“I will” I said freeing my last hand from the binds.
What he didn’t realize is that with all of this monologue and the questions I had been feeding him, I was slowly loosening my binds with each wiggle and movement in retaliation.
Lurching forward I grab onto his collar, pulling him into a vicious headbutt. The impact sent Dr. Blackwood reeling backward, his grip on consciousness loosening as he staggered. Seizing the moment, I lunged off the table, adrenaline coursing through my veins despite the searing pain in my abdomen. With a swift motion, I grabbed a nearby surgical instrument, holding it in a defensive stance as I faced my adversary. Dr. Blackwood, recovering from the blow, snarled with rage, his once calm demeanor now replaced by a feral intensity. The room seemed to shrink around us, the tension thickening with each passing second. This was my chance to stop Blackwood's twisted plans. As he lunged forward, I met his attack head-on, the clang of metal reverberating through the room. Blow after blow, we fought with an intensity born of desperation and determination. Despite my injuries, I refused to yield, driven by a fire burnt under me to protect myself and others from Blackwood's actions . In a final, swift move, I delivered a powerful front kick, sending Blackwood crashing to the ground. The room fell silent, the echoes of our struggle fading into the darkness. Coughing he sat in the corner laughing with blood spilling down his face. “You know that it’s too late to save any of these one lying on the tables. I would’ve released you, you know that right? I would’ve simply taken your memory from today out of your brain and leaving you in your bed to wake up thinking you had a fun night” he said with final resolve as he watched me grab the scalpel from the ground taking slow steps near him.
Looking down over him, It was my turn to laugh. Kneeling down to eye level with him I grabbed him by his hair and delivered a final message to him “Fuck you and your little science experiment” as I sliced deep into his throat watching the life fade from his eyes.
I eventually found an exit door, which lead me to a storm drain deep in the woods far from my campus. It took me 2 hours to limp my way onto a main road and flag down a passing car. Pulling over I was rushed to the hospital and later interrogated by some men in suits, my guess is CIA. Here I am now, writing my final entrance. I think I heard them say something about trying a new medical process on me to help me heal quicker

I feel like the only way the writers know how to write for the main characters who aren’t the leads is to stick them in some romantic subplot. Colin and Marina, Anthony and Sienna, Eloise and Theo, Benedict and Madame Delacroix/the random art hoes/this new married lady. Now apparently even Violet is getting some fabricated romantic interest subplot.
Even in their own seasons, they need to set up love triangles - the Prince for Daphne, Edwina for Anthony, now Debling for Penelope. I understand how seeing the characters in romantic situations before they find their fairytale HEA can be beneficial and contrast their true love from their prior romances, but I think they can build on the characters in plots that don’t involve a random, made up love interest that might take away from the plot with their main love interest.
Also this leads to weird “Daphne should have ended up with the Prince” or “Anthony should have ended up with Edwina” claims from less media literate viewers. I’d have loved to see more of Colin dealing with being a third brother, developing his travel writing, etc. than the Marina plot or more of Benedict working on his art, contemplating the classism of being apart of the 1%. The show scrapped a large part of Anthony’s anxiety of time passing because he feared he’d die at the same age of his father. I would have preferred more scenes tied to that than of him banging Sienna or having awkward conversations with Edwina.
All in all, I feel like they’ve bypassed some substantial character building for these inconsequential love interest subplots. Also, the fact that none of these love interests existed in the original books in a substantial sense adds to me questioning the show writers and their understanding of what makes a satisfying romance arc.

I’ve (24nb) been going to therapy and recently have been talking about my mother. We’ve been discussing how I won’t tell her my address and I will tell her the next time she asks that I will not share my address due to her inability to respect boundaries in the past (four years ago I cut contact for about six months, specifically told her not to send me any mail or packages, and she did anyway.) I also brought up that she gets a light accusatory tone sometimes and I respond by talking and talking until I accept blame for the accusation. My therapist told me there’s technically no such thing as an accusatory tone and it may just be her tone, but I take it as accusatory because of the way she’s been in the past.
Admittedly, she has been somewhat better. She still makes unsolicited comments on my appearance and hasn’t sent me a video of a Catholic priest lecture in a couple months (I’m not Catholic.) Tonight I was at her house waiting for the conversation about my address, focusing on staying in a mindset where I wouldn’t fawn and give it anyways, but she never brought it up. I was silent the whole night and both my siblings and my mom brought up how quiet I was.
At the end of the night, I was sitting and my mom came up behind me and started playing with my hair (I’ve been growing it out, which I tried doing in highschool but she kind of bullied me out of it.) I don’t think I’ve touched her or been touched by her outside of hugs for several years, and this touch completely fucked my mental state up and I have no idea why. It felt like I was sent into fight or flight, I wanted to vomit, I felt my jaw lock up, the skin on the back of my neck crawling from her touch. I knew I didn’t like her, but I realized tonight that she disgusts me. I cried on and off for an hour when I got home and I’m just feeling so confused because on one hand she was terrible to me as a child but now it does seem like she’s maybe trying to be better but all of that disgust and anger is so strong and I truly don’t feel like I can change it. I don’t know if I want to put in the effort to change it.
I feel like I hate her but nothing she’s done recently has warranted such a strong feeling. She really does act semi-sweet sometimes now and I feel like maybe part of the reason she isn’t nicer now is because I’m distant. There’s so much going on in my head and I feel so confused and angry and nauseous and I want to scream or hit something and I hate what she did to get me to this point.

I received the golden email on May 1st. I checked my Nelnet account and the balance was $0. On May 6th, I received an email from Sloan saying I have a balance. I spoke with Department of Ed today and they told me that I Administrative Forbearance would take effect. I am reading other people’s comments where their loans are forgiven. Should I be worried?

I’ve been getting very confused these past few weeks about someone and I’m not sure how to navigate it. I don’t hop on reddit often but I hope this’ll reach someone who can talk this out. I’ve been in a FWB situation (I’m 18M she’s 20F) with a friend for a few weeks now. We kinda admitted that we were both attracted to each other, her more so on a romantic context. I told her I was aromantic (keep in mind I’ve only come out within the last 3 months) and she understood, but I still wanted something with her. So it was a mutual agreement that we’re both good to date/have sex with other people, but once she finds someone that actually supports what she really wants, It would go back to friends. But I came back from college this past week, and the more I’m separated from her the more I think about her. And this isn’t an unfamiliar feeling, I’ve been through the same thing with many different relationships before coming out. The problem is that it always ended the same way: I lose the will to hold on, or they do it first, and either way I feel broken and alone. But I usually come off of that feeling very strongly, because I always get over it, even the hard ones. I reflect very heavily, I take their lessons and use them everyday. And in all honesty she’s no different, the same thing would happen if we dated. But that’s one of the central reasons I thought about my romantic orientation, and ultimately came to aro as the conclusion. To put it shortly: I loved the idea of a relationship, but I could never see myself or anyone fulfilling that perfect image I put in my head. And the reason I loved the idea is likely due to underlying stuff involving attachment and fear of loneliness. I can’t imagine the day she tells me she found someone, but I know I can get over it after it happens. But this ultimately brings up the question about whether I’m even aro or not. Do I want her specifically? Can I love her for who she is? Or is it a part of the same cycle? Maybe I jumped to conclusions too quickly, or maybe I’m exactly where I need to be and I need to be contempt with this feeling.

Hello! We are heading to New Jersey in the Galloway area at the end of this month. Have to go to Stockton to check out the campus because I might be attending there to get some classes done. I have a boyfriend and we are both streamers. We have a pretty fun idea if we can get another male that’s around our age. So ranging from 28-30 years old.
I’m also from Florida so if anyone is from here too, maybe it’s possible before or after I come back from my NJ trip. I also have family in Texas that I visit often so that’s also another possibility. So 3 chances technically lol.
He’s thinking of having a bit of casual fun. Like playing fighting games with him and each time you would win a match or game, you get to do things with me that’s casual like hugging, kissing, and taking pieces of clothing off of me. And if we all are feeling risqué, maybe doing something on stream. I do have 380k in subs and he’s well over 10m so it might be crazy to think about lol.
Hopefully this sounds fun and it’s meant to be fun and casual. So if anyone is just looking to make up their own rules or don’t want to listen then this is not for you! Protection is also a must. So hoping we get someone cool that’s interested.

I think there’s something off about my campus
Hey everyone, I’m typing this on my phone so I apologize if there is weird formatting. Anyways, to get to the point, there’s something really off with some people on my campus. I have come seeking answers.I noticed it first walking home from my 7pm class last Wednesday.
To set the scene, most of the campus is tucked back into the woods a little, and my 7pm class is in the farthest building from the parking lot (further into the woods). I get out from that 7pm class around 9pm, so on cloudy nights like last Wednesday, the only lights on that long sidewalk are the lights radiating from the other buildings. Usually, there’s roughly 30 feet where it’s pitch black because the foliage is pretty dense. I usually walk back to my apartment with some classmates that live in the same complex as me, but I told them to go ahead of me while I finished the rest of the project.
After packing my laptop away, I started heading back home. It was roughly 9:30 at this point, and my brain was slowly shutting down preparing for the deep sleep that has yet to come.Walking down the sidewalk, I heard somebody not too far into the woods laughing like they’ve just heard the funniest joke ever. I immediately thought, “probably some Freshman walking the trails with their friends smoking weed”. Chuckling to myself, I put in my AirPods and picked a playlist for my journey back home.
When I looked up from my phone, there was the silhouette of somebody walking towards me. I have no idea how I missed them before, but honestly, it’s very possible they were just in a spot where the light wasn’t quite reaching them. A little unnerved, I shifted over to the left side of the sidewalk.
(Now I’m usually fine walking alone at night; I’m a 6’2 man who’s dabbled in the world of MMA. But something about this person gave me a primal feeling of unrest.)
When they shifted over to the left mirroring me, I felt my blood run cold. But alas, I had to keep walking because this was my only way back home. As I neared closer to the figure, I almost laughed at myself when I realized it was just some harmless girl walking towards the Murphy building. If anything, I’m the intimidating one to her.
This is where it really gets weird. She stopped as I was passing her and turned to me. Thinking she needed to ask me something, I took an AirPod out and asked “what’s up?”. After staring at me for an uncomfortable amount of time, she opened her mouth, and I kid you not, mimicked the laugh I heard moments before perfectly. Before I could chalk it up to it just being her in the trails earlier, I noticed something. Her mouth wasn’t moving at all. If I had left my AirPods in, it would just look like she was just opening her mouth and staring at me. She then shifted into a deep raspy laugh. She did all of this without moving her mouth at all; I couldn’t even see her throat moving as you would expect if someone was laughing. It was almost like she was some fucked up human-shaped gramophone. The feeling of absolute horror that came over me is something I’ve only experienced in my imagination. Before I could think to do anything next, My body began to run off some sort of primal instinct. With my legs burning, it took me about 10 minutes to get all the way back to my apartment and lock myself in relative safety.
I’m coming on here now to ask if anybody knows what I experienced? I have been hearing that same laughter outside my window every night since that night, I am too terrified to sleep well and have refused to go to any of my classes. Please I just want answers, I don’t want to keep living in fear.
Part 2:
Hey everyone, I’ve gotten some DMs telling me what it may be. I’ve heard everything from banshee to skinwalker. After further research I pray to god it was neither of them. I’m praying it was just some girl with a speaker playing some sort of cruel joke. I mean yes there are people who don’t like me on campus, I’ve made some enemies over the past 4 years. But, I just don’t understand what could’ve brought it to this point. I had to stop hiding in fear and go to my classes before my grades plummet, I’m almost done with my degree and only have a few more weeks. If I let some sort of stupid prank ruin my career, It would be everything I swore against to my parents.
A lot of you guys in the DMs were also asking what college I go to and what my name is. First I want to say sorry for not providing that information in the first post, I’m sure you can understand where my head was at typing that. So let me introduce myself, my name is Nick and In order to keep my privacy, I will only provide that I go to a midwest university.
I’m sure you may be wondering, “so did it just stop?”. I would love to say yes, but really things have just gotten weirder. Though, I am pleased to say that there is no longer laughing out my window every night.
Ever since that night, I’ve been noticing more things off with the people on campus. Now you may just think it’s paranoia, but just be patient and listen.
Yesterday, I decided to muster up all of my courage and go to class. Luckily my first class is at 10AM, when the sun is well in the sky, so walking across campus seemed much less threatening. When I sat down in my first class, I noticed something off with the girl that sits in front of me. Usually she’s chatty and excited to be in class, but today she just stared blankly ahead. I tried to say good morning and ask about her weekend, as we do every Monday, but she continued to have that blank stare. She did turn her head towards be, but her eyes read “lights on, but nobody is home”.
Thinking to myself, she may just be hungover, or going through the bout of college student depression. I decided to shrug it off and turn to the front of the class and get my notes ready. But the moment I turned around, I could feel it. Her eyes burrowing deep into the back of my head. When I flipped around to see if I was just being irrational, I quickly learned I wasn’t. Her eyes went from the blank glare, to the most enthusiastic face I’ve seen on her. It was horrible, it almost seemed like she was trying so hard to pretend she was thrilled to be in class and to speak to me. It was inhuman.
I’ve been on the internet long enough to catch on to the term “Uncanny valley”, and what I witnessed In my first hour gives me that same gut feeling I got when I saw that girl last Wednesday.
I was right to be uncomfortable though, I texted her after class to make sure she was doing alright. But her response only reignited the flames of deep fear burning in my soul.
I’ll copy and paste the messages here:
Me: Hey Is everything good? You seemed off in class today.
Steph SCI 101: Uh yeah, I’m fine. but I was not in class today, I’m severely hungover from Tanner’s party last night.
Me: Haha, good one.
Steph SCI 101: No I’m so Fr, are you okay?
Steph SCI 101: Are you trying to fuck with me or something?
Me: Nevermind, I’m sorry to bother you.
(End Of Texts)
Okay so I’m sure that this gives you all the same feeling of dread that it gave me but I’m sure scaled down a bit. This is where I have started to doubt that it’s a prank, because me and Stephanie are cool. There’s no level of hate for either of us, and even if it was some joke, we don’t know each other on that type of level.
Not only did this seem to happen in my first class, but in between classes while I was walking across campus as well. I walk past hundreds of faces in my many treks across campus, and I swear to you, at least 1/4th of the people I walked past had that same dead stare look. And the way they walked, god I hate even thinking of it. It was like they were an alien trying out their new body suits for the first time. The steps and the bends of their legs just seem so meticulous, dramaticized, and puppeteered.
I’m going to try to investigate further, because at this point my fear for my life is more of a reason to try and figure out what it is so I can try to stop it.
I’m no hero, and I’m sure as hell nothing special, but If I can know what to expect for another encounter, maybe I can avoid meeting the demise I have imagined.
Part 3

First off I would like to apologize for my 20-day hiatus. For those who were worried that curiosity killed the cat so to speak, I appreciate your concern. On top of my investigation, I have also had to go through finals and work for a boss who didn't believe in life outside of work. So let's start where we left off. I had a feeling that this task was left for me to solve. it may sound stupid, but let me explain why. That night, after my last post, I had a dream that further solidified my need to solve the mystery. I tried to write all that I remembered down the morning after so here is what I wrote. 

April 4th, 2024
I had a strange dream last night, stranger than usual at least. I awoke in the woods, laying face down in the grass with someone looming over me. I heard their footsteps flee rapidly before I flipped over. I found myself just off the trail where the “incident” happened, on the trail laid a girl, bloodied and motionless. When I got up to approach her, she was quickly dragged into the parallel section of the woods. Seeing this I turned and ran into the section of woods I was in. When my legs gave out I found myself near an old supply shed, worn and long abandoned. Searching for cover, I tried the door, which luckily gave after a quick pull. There I found a trapdoor which emanated a blue hue through the cracks. The only thought on my mind, survival brought me to throw it open and climb down. I clattered down the ladder and right before my feet touched the ground, I was pulled backwards by my shirt. That’s where I woke up.
I have always trusted my gut and having a dream that vivid gave me a sense of courage I did not previously have. I know where to start my search now. I have decided my best course of action will be to record my findings on a tape recorder app. After I finish each entry it will be uploaded to a cloud that will ensure if anything happens to me, the story will get out. I am packing my backpack now with a flashlight, glow sticks to mark my trail, and a machete I was gifted by a local in Mexico. All of my recordings will be uploaded below and auto posted after 10 days. Wish me luck everyone, I’m going to need it.
Entry 1: I have started at the only place that makes sense, the trail. It is currently 1:45 PM and I have plenty of sun left in the sky. I just needed to find exactly where to start my journey into the woods. Strangely it was very easy to find. I recall one of the trees having a funky twist near the middle of the trunk. Probably just some two lovebirds trying to carve their name into the tree and realizing there were softer trees to carve into. Anyways hiking further into the woods I believe I can see the shape of the shed through the branches. I wish you guys could see how dense these trees are so you can understand my struggle.
Entry 2: I made it to the shed, but unfortunately the floor in here is concrete. This really sucks for me because I have absolutely no idea where to go from here. It’s identical on the outside but I just don’t understand. Maybe I’m just delusional, which in that case what a waste of time and energy. I’m going to head back home and just start packing for summer. Maybe it’ll be best if I just forget about all of this and leave it behind me. I am graduating after all. Wait hold on what is this?? there’s a button behind one of these shelves. I am going to press it, but idk how it would work because this floor is seamless. I’m just going to leave this recording so if anything does happen I don’t have to worry about holding the phone the whole time. Holy shit, the entire floor is lowering. It’s a fucking elevator.
Entry 3: Okay so I’ve been going down this elevator for like 30 seconds, how far down am I going?.. Oh wait hold on, Im stopped… There’s a metal door with a padlock. Ig since I have the machete there’s only one thing to do, break it. Im going to use the blunt side so I don’t ruin this thing, I like it too much. the lock clatters to the ground after 3 solid hits. Well ig there’s only one way to go now, there’s no button to get back up so I pray there’s another way up. The metal door creaks loudly. Fuck I regret this, It’s dark and I can tell it’s a big area because it’s so echoey in here. I’m currently praising my past self for thinking about the flashlight and glow sticks. I need to find out what in the hell this place is and most importantly, if there’s a damn light switch.
Entry 4: God this place is terrifying I’ve been walking around the sterile white halls of this place for like 10 minutes and have found nothing, no doors, no light switch. I feel like a rat in a maze. Also scratch what I said about being glad I packed glow sticks, because my stupid ass only brought like 20 of these things and I’m already down to 5. Also I feel like I’m not alone, every now and then I’ll turn a corner and the glow from the previous glow stick quickly vanishes. I feel like it might just be because the darkness seems to envelop everything like a blanket. But I have that feeling that I’m being followed. You know the one, where you know somethings wrong you just can’t pin point what it is. Oh shit no way, there’s light, I think there’s a door or something up ahead.
Entry 5: Holy shit… It’s a lab, and worse, there’s people strapped too tables, completely naked and unconscious. I know they are alive because each of them are hooked up with a million different cords, and one of those are plugged into a heart monitor. This place is huge, there has to be at least 50 people on these tables.
“Hey you, you’re not supposed to be in here” yelled a man adorned in a lab coat.
“What are you doing to these kids you sick fucks.” I yelled back at the man across the lab.
In a haste the scientist rushes towards a red button, setting off a loud alarm, turning the lights to a flashing red. With no exit behind me, I could only do one thing... Rush towards him. My training kicked in as I launched into a flurry of calculated strikes. My first hit connected, a right overhand clean under his eye. The doctor stumbled back, but I didn't give him a chance to recover. I pressed the attack, keeping him off balance with a relentless barrage of punches and kicks. He fought back ferociously, but I was one step ahead, anticipating his moves and countering with swift, efficient strikes. We wrestled, the room around us becoming a blur of pain and adrenaline. I used the environment to my advantage, improvising weapons from the scattered medical equipment and turning the empty tables on my opponent. Pinning him to the ground, I laid down a harsh barrage of final blows. His face was a bloody pulp, unrecognizable. But I didn’t walk away unscathed, somewhere in the tussle, the scientist buried a scalpel deep into my stomach. With my adrenaline wearing off, the pain overtook me, sending me into darkness as I fainted from the blood loss and adrenaline dump. I awoke with my arms and legs strapped to the cold metal operating table. Before I could try to struggle, a face overtook my field of vision.
“Quite a fight you put up, you turned poor Dr.Samson into a soup” the looming face said with a chuckle. “You are the first person to put the pieces together and for that I am thoroughly impressed Mr. Hayes”
“Who are you?!” I said fighting at my binds. “Let me go!”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that Mr.Hayes. You have seen far too much, and I definitely can’t have you running around telling the world what you saw here. Although nobody would believe you.” “And to answer your other question, I’m surprised you don’t recognize me… really take a moment and look at me” He said pulling down his face mask.
“Dr.Blackwood?” I said as I looked back on my freshman year biology class.
“Ding ding ding ding. We have a winner!” He said in a maniac joy.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked.
“Well Mr.Hayes, first I’m going to sew you up from your little tussle you had with my late assistant and then I will put you under and cut into that skull of yours and take out a small piece of what we call in the science world your hippocampus. Then I will draw from that all of the necessary memories to create the perfect clone of you.” He responded.
“Why? Why would you need a clone of any of us. Why can’t you just clone someone willing to be apart of this?” I asked
“Because that’s no fun Mr.Hayes, the hunt excites me. Actually you’re lucky I didn’t get you the first night. Unfortunately my creation had a little bit of a malfunction and formed a wee bit of an attachment to you. I’m sure you remember the ruckus outside your window? Anyways I digress, I do this because everyone of you lowly students will go onto do mediocre jobs where you waste away at a desk. I must also add that with having a clone of you under my control, I can do anything and get away with clean hands. My plan with you originally was to have you go into the admissions office and steal every last cent all for me. On top of that I like the power, because one day I will have a clone of every student on this campus and eventually I will cause a revolt against our comedy of a government. Who will stop me, when I won’t even be on the front lines?” Dr.Blackwood explained.
“I will” I said freeing my last hand from the binds.
What he didn’t realize is that with all of this monologue and the questions I had been feeding him, I was slowly loosening my binds with each wiggle and movement in retaliation.
Lurching forward I grab onto his collar, pulling him into a vicious headbutt. The impact sent Dr. Blackwood reeling backward, his grip on consciousness loosening as he staggered. Seizing the moment, I lunged off the table, adrenaline coursing through my veins despite the searing pain in my abdomen. With a swift motion, I grabbed a nearby surgical instrument, holding it in a defensive stance as I faced my adversary. Dr. Blackwood, recovering from the blow, snarled with rage, his once calm demeanor now replaced by a feral intensity. The room seemed to shrink around us, the tension thickening with each passing second. This was my chance to stop Blackwood's twisted plans. As he lunged forward, I met his attack head-on, the clang of metal reverberating through the room. Blow after blow, we fought with an intensity born of desperation and determination. Despite my injuries, I refused to yield, driven by a fire burnt under me to protect myself and others from Blackwood's actions . In a final, swift move, I delivered a powerful front kick, sending Blackwood crashing to the ground. The room fell silent, the echoes of our struggle fading into the darkness. Coughing he sat in the corner laughing with blood spilling down his face. “You know that it’s too late to save any of these one lying on the tables. I would’ve released you, you know that right? I would’ve simply taken your memory from today out of your brain and leaving you in your bed to wake up thinking you had a fun night” he said with final resolve as he watched me grab the scalpel from the ground taking slow steps near him.
Looking down over him, It was my turn to laugh. Kneeling down to eye level with him I grabbed him by his hair and delivered a final message to him “Fuck you and your little science experiment” as I sliced deep into his throat watching the life fade from his eyes.
I eventually found an exit door, which lead me to a storm drain deep in the woods far from my campus. It took me 2 hours to limp my way onto a main road and flag down a passing car. Pulling over I was rushed to the hospital and later interrogated by some men in suits, my guess is CIA. Here I am now, writing my final entrance. I think I heard them say something about trying a new medical process on me to help me heal quicker

The GMod takedowns may have been real Nintendo at the end, but there has been cases of trolls impersonating Nintendo to take down things and now they seem to have struck this amazing emulation site called Vimm’s Lair and now most of the Mario and Zelda pre-Gamecube games are down as well as a Japanese exclusive Drawn to Life game because it had the word Mario in the title through the word Marionette. Keep an eye out folks because this site is pretty much the last bastion of safe roms after Emuparadise fell.

So I’m 45. I’m a cabinet maker, I’ve been doing it since I was 16. The rise of the likes of Ikea and other large store selling flatpack furniture has lead to the decline of smaller furniture manufacturers, as a result at 45 I’ve been made redundant 4 times.
The thing is it’s like a game of snakes and ladders, with every redundancy it’s down the snake back to day 1 with a new employer, previous experience doesn’t seem to count. Sure they advertise looking it, but once in you find they have a guy for this, a guy for that and even though you may be more experienced you can’t put a guys nose out of joint, it ends up being a case of not what you know but what you’re allowed to do which is usually menial crap best suited to a student or apprentice.
When my son was at school he came to work with my employer for work experience, I trained him up for 2 weeks. I’ve recently started working with my sons boss after the latest redundancy, I’m now in the situation where I’m actually junior to my son. He kinda feels embarrassed about it, the other employees I feel kinda feel the same as they avoid me and kinda view me as an old guy down on his luck (they’re all early 30’)
You do eventually make your way back up the ladder when someone leaves or some new starts but it’s slow, back to snakes and ladders it’s like someone new with experience should start at like 30/40 on the board not 1 but doesn’t seem to work like that.

So with recent chapters coming out something that has been on my mind is what is going on with Nightmare? And with chapter 1623 I think I know what is happening in Godgrave. As we know it is a Death Zone that houses a plethora of Corrupted, Great, Cursed and possibly Unholy. But other than the mountain of corpses we don’t see any major activity in the zone except the occasional beast. Nightmare is with this Sunny no doubt in mind but I think he is actively putting all of the creatures to sleep.
Now why am I alarmed about the thought of that? Well it’s simple really he is about to throw the future conflict of the Sovereigns on their back! He is purposefully using Nightmare to keep as many of the NCs asleep for when the assault happens and release them all at once by waking them up! This would cause significant loses for both sides except for Sunny. Which leads me to believe that Nightmare is not a Transcendent Terror but in fact a Supreme Terror! I don’t see it likely for a Transcendent Terror to be able to put to sleep great NCs that just doesn’t add up. But a Supreme one would make a load of sense!
By the end of the day this is baseless conjecture on my part but we have yet to see Nightmare make an appearance and Sunny would most definitely have not hidden him unless there were bigger implications.

My(17m) dad told me several years ago that he loves me but isn’t paying child support since he doesn’t want to ‘pay for [my mom’s] dates with other men.’ He said my mom makes enough to raise me on her own anyway without his financial support being necessary. Mom never took him to court since she was tired of it and let him not pay. She told me to ‘be polite to him.’
Recently I told my dad and his wife that my friend(16f) asked me out and I said yes. At first dad was okay with it but then his wife told him and me that I’m too young to have a girlfriend.
She told my dad it could interfere with my studies and then told me I should ‘end it.’ I told her she’s entitled to her opinion and I’m entitled to disagree with it. My dad then said I should listen to his wife and that she has a valid point.
When I told him no, he told me that because he is my dad I must obey him and have to break up, so I told him that because I am his son he must pay child support. I said ‘No child support, no opinion.’
My dad looked really angry. He just leaned in close and said that I didn’t have to say that in front of his wife, calling me spiteful for my remark.

Just so I can bring everyone to the same page of context before actually starting the story.
World of Darkness: A setting of TTRPG’s that take place in a darker grittier version of our reality, where supernatural creatures such as werewolves, vampires, wraiths, mages and so on, exist and hide from the public eye creating their own means of protection, politics and secret societies to protect themselves against humans.
Werewolf the apocalypse/Werewolf 5th edition/Werewolf 20th edition: Is the setting/system where you play as werewolves and fight the enemies of the spirit of earth Gaia. Werewolf 5th edition is the newer system and werewolf 20th edition is an older system.
Vampire the masquerade/ Vampire 5th edition/ Vampire 20th edition/VTM: It’s the World of darkness system where you play as a vampire sneaking through the shadows of cities and feeding on humans. Vampire 5th edition is the newer system, Vampire 20th edition is the older system.
Storyteller: It's the World of Darkness way of saying “Dungeon Master”, the one that runs the campaign/Chronicle.
Flaws, Merits and Backgrounds: I can explain them as essentially D&D feats but with levels to it that determine how mechanically strong the “feat” you picked up is, I can mention one where you can make bullets bounce off surfaces to hit targets and it decreases the difficulty for hitting a target behind cover or being so shockingly beautiful that you gain extra dice when you are trying to seduce someone. Backgrounds are like feats but that need to be explained by your backstory, like magical pacts, riches or even spirit pacts. And flaws are mechanical and role-play disadvantages that you need to pick on character creation, like having an enemy or being illiterate.
Actual story:
So, I’ve been a forever Storyteller ever since I got to know World of Darkness and I was aching to drop the whole responsibilities as a Storyteller and for once enjoy this rich urban fantasy setting as a player thrown into the night as any of the multiple splats. So, I saw that someone just posted a werewolf 5th edition chronicle and applied, Werewolf 5th ed is not my cup of tea, but I’m the type that is desperate enough and open minded enough to just go ahead and try any system that I can get my hands on, so when the Storyteller of that chronicle dmed me the link to join his discord server I was just overjoyed.
I started interacting with other players, they all seemed pretty nice and I even started to plan a shared backstory with one of the girl players that was pretty nice to me (I’ll call her Avery, as she is part of the horror story too). So as me and Avery were planning the shared backstory we started to wonder what some of the merits and backgrounds mechanically did within the setting as I wanted spend all of my 7 merit points (everyone gets 7) into a specific advantage called spirit pact where I essentially made a pact with a powerful spirit to make them my companion and give me a minor supernatural ability/edge, however, how fantastical these edges and how the spirits behave varies from storyteller to storyteller as some like something more fantastical while others prefer something more realistic, so I reached out to him to get some more context on how crazy I could make the pact.
Several days passed and he didn’t replied my question at all, nor any other ones I made as I wanted to know if my knowledge about werewolf 20th edition lore would help at all (Werewolf 5th edition and Werewolf 20th edition have big lore differences despite being set in the same universe, so I needed to know to not metagame and/or ruin continuity) but well, I thought that he was just a busy guy, I mean, he was also running a Vampire the masquerade game in the same server, so I was just planning on tackling these doubts I had on Tuesday when the session started. But, then I saw one of the players in the server asking for help on how to set their character sheet as apparently they were lost on what to do, so I went ahead and offered to join VC with him and run him through the character creation, I’ll call this player OZ and he is the star of this cheating story.
So as I joined VC he just asked me how the Gifts, rites and renown system works, with Gifts and Rites being the akin to werewolf magic and renown being what you use to cast magic per say. After that he said he didn’t had no other doubts and so we started a conversation in world of darkness as a whole, there he showed me that he had pretty extensive knowledge on how Vampire the Masquerade functioned, telling me old lore related to Vampire 20th edition such as a specific bloodline of the Tzimisce vampire clan (that instead of their trademark flesh crafting ability had an extremely powerful blood magical superpower) and he even told me that he participated on several vampire chronicles before in the past and well, since he seemed to know what he was doing and there was a big, pretty simplified how to make your character summary right on the first page on the “how to make your character” section, I thought that he’d not have any other issue, as character creation (at least in the 5th editions of World of Darkness books, in my opinion.), got pretty simplified and are the types where if you understand how to create one character you can created all. So after some more talking and a friendly remind that I’m also a regular storyteller that loves to help newbies and so my dms are always open, I left the call.
Oz posted his character sheet on the server for the Storyteller to review and approve and well, he did within a literal minute of him posting it (something that at the time I didn’t noticed as I doing something else and well an experienced Storyteller could’ve noticed if he did anything wrong within a minute, so I really thought he didn’t do anything wrong and simply attended to my business). However, on Sunday Avery decided stop procrastinating and finished her character sheet, finally the whole crew had their character sheets done and since they were publically available I decided to take a peak and see what we as a pack would have as our arsenal and so on. However, when I looked into Oz’s sheet things got a bit rocky.
So, to start to addressing the problems I’ll say that Oz didn’t use a regular werewolf 5th edition sheet, no, he used an abomination (aka a vampire werewolf) sheet to actually make his character to begin with and not only that, he was way, way too op for a werewolf that just had their first change. And how OP you might ask? Well, I started to question him about it and he said that he picked a skill distribution called “Specialist” a skill distribution type that offers the following: One skill at four points, Three skills at Three points, Three skills at Two points and Three skills at one point, a skill distribution that makes your character very good at something, good at some other areas but lacking in several others, however, Oz in this particular moment has the following distribution: One skill at four points, five skills at three points, six skills at two and three skills at one and aside from that, instead of having spent 7 merit points he had spent 10 and for some reason he had also 4 specialities allocated all on his physical skills, something that is just not possible at character creation as the book specifically say that you can only add new specialities on these specific skills Academics, Craft, Performance, and Science IF you actually bought them upon character creation something that he totally didn’t do.

I know this must be hard to imagine how much stronger he was than the rest of the party, so to bring it down to a more digestible context, the amount of xp you’d need to get to get that strong is Storytellers in werewolf 5th edition are recommended to give out the following amount of XP per session:

Participation = gives you 1 XP
Perform something remarkable during the session = Gives you 1 XP
Use a Skill, Gift, or other Trait in a clever or critical way =Gives you 1 XP
“Tell me something important your character learned this session.”= Gives you 1 XP

Conclude a story within the greater chronicle = Gives you 2–3 XP

This means that if he concluded all of the requirements above he’d get a minimal of 6xp and a max of 7 xp. However, not all session you can use a gift in a creative way, not all session you can perform something remarkable and not all session you conclude an important story within the chronicle, this means that great majority of the time we’d be getting 2-3 XP per session, yep, no World of Darkness game is the type that you go from zero to hero and with that in mind, he’d need (if my calculation are correct) 114 XP to actually level up his PC to be that strong, something that it would take 35-40 sessions to normally get.
When I started to question him how he exactly got so many skill points and merits he said that the storyteller approved of his character and that he just filled stuff up. I proceeded to just inform him the right skill spread for specialist and what he did wrong on his sheet and he said that he’d fix it despite the fact that the storyteller approved of his character. After that 40 minutes passed and there was silence of both the storyteller and the player just so he’d post a new character sheet, this time containing the spread of One skill at 4 points, Three skills at 3 points, Six skills at two points and three skills at 1 point, with his merits still being 10 points and still keeping the 4 specialities. At this point I started to think that he was trying to sneak some extra skill points, specialities and merits through me, because there is no way he didn’t understood what needed to be fixed when my message has attached to it literally a print from the core rule book with the details on the specialist skill spread and what he needed to change was literally:
“You have 10 merit points instead of 7, you have one extra HP that you shouldn’t have, (Hp is calculated by adding Stamina + 3 and his stamina was 3, he has 7 hp there when he should actually have 6), you still have 6 skills at two points instead of what specialist gives (3 skills at 2 points). You have 4 specialities even though you didn’t pick Academics, Craft, Performance, or Science that are the only skill trees that actually give you free specialities, otherwise you’d just start with 1.”
At this point I started to reach out to Avery and ask for her opinion on that, so she pinged Oz and the Storyteller on chat only to ask thing like “have you guys read the book” specially because he was trying passively aggressively shift the blame on his google search that apparently “mixed up werewolf 20th edition character creation rules” that he had just “skimmed through the book due to a lack of time, that he had “no help at all creating the character and had no idea on what he was doing”. I just want to emphasize that me and Avery were not trying to intimidate him at all, nor try to get a confession out of him or anything, our questions were just about if they (OZ and Storyteller) read the book or not and about what fonts Oz used to generate that character. I was really trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe that he was just very misguided by some crazy algorithm and coincidence, but it was a very hard pill to swallow when you consider his previous knowledge about world of darkness system, the fact that I found a full fleshed out character creation guide on Youtube by simply typing “Werewolf 5th edition character creation guide” on Youtube at the fact that he used “I thought you didn’t want to stay on VC with me by your tone of voice” when me and him the other day were having such a lovely chat and I told him multiple times that my DM’s were open in case he needed any help and if he didn’t want to bother me he could’ve just asked help on our discord server instead of making his super Saiyan werewolf. Now, at this point of the story you’d think the Storyteller would’ve at least said something, right? But hah, no, look at the tittle again, he was just DEAD SILENT.
Oz then proceeded, while we were talking, to post his last character sheet update for us, reducing his merit points to 8, and his skill points to the following: 1 skill at four points, 3 skills at three points, four skills at 2 points and three skills at one point. At this point he was either fucking with us or straight up ignorant of the rules completely, so me and Avery wanted to talk to him over VC and explain the rules to him in case he was actually just a newbie completely lost on how it all worked and if he was actually a cheater, talk to him to stop doing that and offer him new solutions for his character in case he wanted a better skill distribution, he refused to join VC with us because he was “working” until late despite his discord saying that he was playing League of legends. So instead me and Avery decide to join early before session (that was supposed to be the day after all of this happened), settle what happened and properly help him make a character, and well he agreed to it.
So fast forward to the following day, the Storyteller remained completely silent through out the whole night, morning and afternoon and two hours before the session I simply pinged Avery and Oz to see if they could join VC so we could talk it out in about 1 hour, OZ simply left the server without saying anything and I stared at my computer screen for 2 minutes before I went out to do something else. After that me and Avery joined VC a bit before session started and hang out and talk about the situation… Almost a whole hour passed and the Storyteller or any of the other players didn’t even hop on VC, it got to the point where the Avery sent a message to the Storyteller and just then he hopped on, the first thing he said? “Sorry guys, I was on another session that I joined this week and I didn’t thought it’d take this long”.
I never got so mad in my entire life, I’ve been a forever Storyteller for the past years and I was so excited to actually be the PLAYER, but despite that I needed to keep civil. Me and Avery informed him of the situation that Oz was most likely cheating, and the Storyteller said that “He was going to talk to him” not even knowing that Oz had left the server almost 3 hours ago, me and Avery just proceeded to ask him what he was going to do next and he said that he was going to call out the whole chronicle, so me and Avery just proceeded to tell him how disappointing the whole thing was and give him a few words of advice on how to improve before we left VC. Later the same night he announced that he wanted to retire from world of darkness as a whole and tried to pass the responsibility on running his vampire chronicle for someone else, after that I just left that server and friended Avery.
Now, I guess it’s time for me to go back hunting for chronicles. Wish me luck everyone and hope you enjoyed my little story.

I want to start this off by saying that I am in no way looking for sympathy for what I did. While I am aware I was not fully at fault due to being extremely mentally unwell, taken advantage of, and lied too, given the chance to go back i time I would have never have done what I did.
To make a long fucking story short after nearly making a “permanent stage exit” (if you catch my drift) in 2021 I got back in touch with a friend from high school who used the knowledge that I was extremely mentally unwell to lovebomb and manipulate me into doing things I wish I hadn’t. Because he was the only person I was talking to at the time I believed him when he said he loved me and I began to change my entire life to try and do anything I could to keep him with me when the lovebombing ended and he got what he wanted out of me.
Before we hooked up I was aware of two things. One, he was polyamorous (which in hindsight was a very obvious lie to coverup the fact he was cheating on his partner with me). And two: he had a partner who agreed to being in an open relationship. However, he fessed up about this being a lie about one month into us being together because I kept asking when he was going to tell his partner about me and he couldn’t take it anymore. (I know I’m fucking stupid for not seeing the red flags earlier - also no shade to people who are actually polyamorous).
I would have left but he had me truly convinced that no one else in my life loved me and that he was going to eventually tell his partner. What a shocking twist that he kept pushing it off and that his partner started to catch wind of what was happening. I was over at this dude’s house so much and he wouldn’t let me leave the room when they would call and his partner at some point stopped buying the “just a friend” line so my ex would lock me in his bathroom sometimes for hours on end because he didn’t want me to go home while they called.
We were about 4 months in when my ex dropped another bombshell on me - him and his partner were planning on getting engaged in less then a year. This finally snapped some sense (not all of it though unfortunately) into me and I gave him an ultimatum: come clean to his partner so that he could actually attempt to be polyamorous or I was leaving. So in an attempt to do the first he set up a phone call between his partner, himself, and me so we could kind of talk things out. In retrospect what this actually was was a conversation where he made me lie to his partner on the spot about not being anything more than friends.
Flash forward two months and I finally got my shit together and left. But I still feel awful for lying to his partner.
My ex had painted his partner to be a narcissistic sociopath but I’m not sure that’s true because nothing he told me (or anyone else for that matter) ever was. I feel I was complicit in gaslighting his partner and I feel his partner deserves an apology.
I don’t think that they are still together because I found out that I wasn’t the first “friend” my ex had and that he slept with at least four other girls during the 6 months we were together. (He also low key stalked a guy he thought was cute for a couple of months).
Regardless though, I feel like I should reach out and offer an apology. His partner does not need to forgive me nor do I expect them to but the fact that I may be able to give his partner peace of mind by telling them that they weren’t crazy is something I’ve been thinking about.
I’m open to suggestions on what to do and I’m open to criticism too (I know I deserve it). I don’t ever want to make someone feel that way again and I feel sick inside knowing that someone may be actively suffering the consequences of my poor past decision making skills. They really don’t deserve to bear the brunt of my selfishness and even though it’s been three years it worries me still. I want to be better.
There’s more to this story and I have left out some details for simplicity’s sake but also for the sake of not shifting the blame away from me. There were other reasons I had for staying but I’m afraid if I talk about them they will overshadow the fact that I am still partially at fault. However, I’m happy to answer anything that clarifies things.

So I’m 45. I’m a cabinet maker, I’ve been doing it since I was 16. The rise of the likes of Ikea and other large store selling flatpack furniture has lead to the decline of smaller furniture manufacturers, as a result at 45 I’ve been made redundant 4 times.
The thing is it’s like a game of snakes and ladders, with every redundancy it’s down the snake back to day 1 with a new employer, previous experience doesn’t seem to count. Sure they advertise looking it, but once in you find they have a guy for this, a guy for that and even though you may be more experienced you can’t put a guys nose out of joint, it ends up being a case of not what you know but what you’re allowed to do which is usually menial crap best suited to a student or apprentice.
When my son was at school he came to work with my employer for work experience, I trained him up for 2 weeks. I’ve recently started working with my sons boss after the latest redundancy, I’m now in the situation where I’m actually junior to my son. He kinda feels embarrassed about it, the other employees I feel kinda feel the same as they avoid me and kinda view me as an old guy down on his luck (they’re all early 30’)
You do eventually make your way back up the ladder when someone leaves or some new starts but it’s slow, back to snakes and ladders it’s like someone new with experience should start at like 30/40 on the board not 1 but doesn’t seem to work like that.

I was a victim of crime, it traumatized and changed my entire life.
I’m such a good friend to people, reliable, dependable, supportive etc but after the incident my eyes were opened to how unbalanced most of my friendships are. I ended up cutting off a lot of people and now find myself weary of seeking support because no one really supported me when I needed them most after this traumatic event.
Soon after the incident I jumped into the longest romantic relationship I’ve ever been in, not realizing how desperate I was to not be alone. The relationship was codependent and completely unhealthy, deep down I knew it wasn’t going anywhere but stayed until he cheated on me, there was no unseeing that. Luckily I had the courage to leave but I essentially gave up on life.
Shortly after that relationship I opened up to someone new, knowing I hadn’t healed from the breakup and was ghosted.
I have a shitty relationship with my family, who choice to handle what happened by never speaking of it. Idk if that’s just their way of dealing or they don’t think I’m as affected by it as I am? It’s really painful. I feel like an outsider in my family.
My career sucks, I live in one of the most expensive places in the world and I can’t afford anything. Currently unemployed, all this extra time really endures my overthinking and anxiety about life.
Ever since the incident I feel like I’ve been watching my life fly by, barely participating, craving more but the realistic part of myself feels like it’s too hard for things to change enough for my life to improve in the ways I I know it needs to in order for me to have faith again, find motivation, get back my spark, desire to keep living and an ounce of hope.
I’ve read countless self help books, I try meditation, breath work, getting out in nature, exposing myself to sunlight everyday but literally nothing feels like it’s helping.
I would never self harm but I dread everyday and every night, I can’t even sleep without nightmare. It feels like theirs no escaping the misery I feel consistently.
Even before the incident I was pretty severely depressed and in therapy for childhood trauma but the incident was the icing on the cake to my suffering. I feel like it ruined me and I lost any shred of hope I had.
Please someone help.
I’m open advice, all I ask is that you be gentle. Sorry this was so long.

Hi! Not actually married yet but very strongly considering it so I hope it’s okay to post here. I would like the perspective of married people.
I know this sounds bad and maybe it is but hear me out. Basically, my boyfriend’s grandma and I’s birthday happens to fall on the exact same day. Since she’s turning 90 this year, my boyfriend’s family is hosting her a big celebration in another state. My boyfriend plans on going to that for around a week to see her and the rest of his family. It’s in a remote area so I’d have no chance of talking to him during that week. For context, we’ve been dating for eight years.
My boyfriend invited me to this so I could celebrate my birthday and her birthday simultaneously, but I’m very hesitant. Last year, my boyfriend’s younger brother (22M) ended up screaming at me, throwing things at me, and played an elaborate sexual prank on me that he never apologized for. My boyfriend claims he was mad at his brother but it really doesn’t seem like my boyfriend expected anything at all from him. Their dad somehow ended up getting involved and the dad’s response was to tell his brother to just avoid me.
My boyfriend and his brother’s relationship is pretty good right now; they talk several times a week often for hours on end. Meanwhile, the brother and I don’t really communicate much at all. Additionally, in the past my boyfriend has ignored me completely in order to hang out more with his brother and made it super obvious I’m a third wheel. So, I fully expect that if I went I’d basically be hanging out by myself this year anyway.
So, yeah, what would be a good compromise? Obviously I understand my boyfriend wanting to see his grandma since it’s one of her last birthdays, but I also feel like it’s a bit unfair to me to have to spend major holidays without my boyfriend (this happened on Christmas, New Years, Valentines, and Easter as well) just because of the situation with his brother (and dad to a much lesser extent). I don’t honestly have much family outside of him and I don’t have a strong friend circle; without him I’ll probably essentially spend my birthday alone sitting around the house. Would I be better off just going and just trying to ignore his brother’s existence and hang out by myself? Would it be wrong of me to tell my boyfriend he needs to plan something special that’s just us even if it doesn’t fall directly on my birthday? Or should I just accept having a bad birthday and use it as motivation to make new friends?
TL;DR: my boyfriend is planning on visiting his grandma for her birthday instead of spending time with me. I feel really unvalued, especially since my boyfriend didn’t seem to care much when his brother hurt me. Would I be the asshole if I asked him to spend time with me instead?