Sustainable interior design brings a major impact on our environment, the material you use in every material contributes to the overall ecological footprint. But what if HSAA-Home interior design company helps you create a beautiful and stylish space that is dedicated to a greener home with an eco-friendly environment?
The role of sustainable interior design prioritizes eco-friendly design throughout the overall process. The main aim of our company is to maximize the environmental impact while keeping the comfort, functionality and aesthetics.
This term considers the complete life cycle of a product, from its creation to use and disposal or potential use.
Sustainability in interior design is to adopt ecological materials and sources to create a visually beautiful and considerate environment. By utilizing recycled, biodegradable, and waste materials, interior designers can include sustainability in their kitchens, living rooms, office spaces and more. For flooring, bamboo can be used in place of hardwood.

How you can implement eco-friendly design in your interior design journey:

• Reduce, Reuse and Recycle: These are the main aspects of interior design. Reuse the furniture and decor you already have to reduce the need for new purchases. Explore antique shops, flea markets, or online marketplaces to find a good alternative to previously owned items. Start prioritizing giving to new products that are manufactured from recycled materials such as bamboo, cork and old wood.
• Sustainable Materials: For good indoor air quality, choose natural, low-VOC (volatile organic compound) materials. The certifications such as GOTS (Global Organic Textile Standard) for textiles and FSC (Forest Stewardship Council) for wood items. Start picking eco-friendly methods like recycled glass countertops, cork tiles, or bamboo flooring.
• Water Conservation: Fit your bathroom and kitchen with water-saving fixtures. To cut down on water usage, choose good fixtures and low-flow shower heads. Choose the top kitchen renovation in Delhi for the best services to maintain your kitchen.
• Make the right consumption: Avoid impulsive buys and make long-lasting investments in high-quality, well-made items. This helps in less waste and encourages more deliberate consumption. Select furniture with classic styles and muted color schemes to increase its adaptability.

Why Is Sustainable Design Important for Interior Design?

HSAA- The best interior designers in Delhi describe how important it is to protect the environment. Minimizing environmental problems also reduces the aftermath on Earth by saving time, money, and effort. It ensures efficiency and creates a healthy approach to environmental interior design while satisfying clients.
Now you understand the importance and principles, let’s dive into practical solutions to translate them into stunning and sustainable living spaces.

1. Natural Light’s Power:

Optimize natural light by maintaining hygiene and clean windows. Organize furniture in such a manner that it doesn’t obstruct the sun. Start using translucent shades or drapes to preserve seclusion while letting in diffused light. Use well-placed mirrors to reflect more light from the outside which makes the space feel lighter and more spacious. As a result, less artificial lighting is needed during the day.

2. Embrace the natural Plantation:

Indoor plants not only add a touch of positivity and serenity to your space but also contribute to a healthier environment. Plants and greenery are present as natural air purifiers that help in absorbing toxins and releasing oxygen. A variety of species are known for their air-purifying qualities, such as snake plants, spider plants, and more. This will help in providing sustainable interior design to your space.

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Give old furniture and décor a new look by opting for the method of reuse and recycling. Upcycle vintage suitcases into beautiful side tables or ottomans that create a pleasant look to your old space. Book the best interior design services in Delhi and Transform your space into something beautiful that tells a story.
Get creative and explore online tutorials for DIY home decor by using old materials. Not only will you save money, but you’ll also minimize waste and create unique pieces with a personal touch.

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Choose natural fibers like organic cotton, linen, wool, or jute for rugs, throws, and more. All the 2BHK and 3BHK flats’ interior designs utilize sustainable textiles and flooring concepts for long-term commitment and a healthy lifestyle. These materials are not only comfortable but also biodegradable. Discover recycled wool rugs or sisal floor coverings for sustainable flooring options.

5. Energy-structured Appliances:

When you are looking to replace appliances, pick out Energy Star-certified models that are dedicated to being more energy-efficient. This reduces your overall energy consumption and helps save money on high-cost bills.

6. Choose Eco-friendly Products:

Ordinary cleaning products usually contain harsh chemicals that can pollute the air and water. Switch to eco-friendly cleaning solutions made from natural ingredients like vinegar, baking soda, and essential oils. These are not only safe for your health but also work best for the environment.

7. Go for sustainable smart technology :

Home interior design companies in Delhi play a significant role in eco-friendly living. Invest in smart technology to control your home’s temperature remotely that helps in preventing unnecessary energy use. Smart power technology can automatically cut power to electronics when not in use.

8. Water-Saving Methods:

Install low-flow showers and other bathroom fixtures to reduce water consumption without wasting water pressure. Think about installing a water-efficient toilet as well.

Benefits of Eco- friendly interior design

By accommodating eco-friendly designs and creations, you’re not only creating a beautiful and stylish home but also providing a vast list of benefits:

• Reduced Environmental Impact: Using sustainable and eco-friendly designs helps minimize your high bills and conserve resources for future generations.
• Improved Indoor Air Quality: Eco-friendly materials and sustainable products promote healthier indoor air and hygiene and reduce harmful chemicals.
• Enhanced Well-being: High access to natural light, plants, and natural materials can contribute to a more relaxing and positive living environment.
• Cost Savings: Energy systematic appliances can help in saving bills.
• Uniqueness: Reuse and repurposed pieces along with a focus on natural materials create a more individual and spacious filled space.

Why is sustainability so important in interior design?

Sustainability in interior design is about creating beautiful and functional spaces, but also environmentally friendly and healthy. Here’s why it’s important:
Environmental Impact:
The construction and furnishing industry has a major impact on the environment. Sustainable eco-friendly designs mainly aim to reduce this impact by using recycled materials, minimizing waste, and conserving the best resources. This can involve using locally sourced materials, opting for energy-structured appliances, and accommodating natural lighting.
Long-Term Value: Sustainable eco-friendly materials are often chosen for their durability and long-term commitment. This means they will last longer, require less replacement and save money. Additionally, sustainable design can help to improve energy efficiency leading to lower bills.
Huge Client Demand:
As people become more aware of environmental issues, there’s a high-rise demand for sustainable design and eco-friendly interior products.
What differentiates sustainable design from green design?
The objective of green design is to lessen the negative effects of cement buildings, electricity, and household appliances. Sustainability has a major influence on interior design because it makes energy-efficient infrastructure possible.
On the other hand, The focus of sustainable design is mostly on the structure itself, utilizing reusable elements like glass and stone to create a long-lasting impact. Contemporary interior designers utilize computer- technologies such as BIM and AR to attain sustainable eco-friendly designs, particularly in large-scale projects.
Inspiration and Resources for Your Eco-Friendly Journey
HSAA guides you on your eco-friendly design journey. Here are a few suggestions:
Online Marketplaces: Explore online platforms like Etsy or Amazon to find unique, vintage, or upcycled furniture and décor pieces.
Sustainable Design Magazines and Websites: Check out publications dedicated to sustainable living and eco-friendly design. These resources offer stunning methods, practical tips, and insights from interior design professionals.
Sustainable Furniture Brands: Explore furniture brands committed to sustainable methods and ethical manufacturing. Many brands offer beautifully crafted pieces using recycled materials or local, responsibly sourced wood.
To sum up, Eco-friendly interior design is not about changing style or comfort. It’s about creating designs in such a way that helps both nature and humans. By choosing sustainable designs and eco-friendly materials, you can create a beautiful, healthy living space for a sustainable future.
Let recycling methods help you in the journey of sustainable interior design and remember, small steps can lead to ultimate change. With a little planning and effort, you can create a comfortable and stylish home that is helpful to the environment

I'm a little confused by a concept of anamorphic lenses and hopefully someone can help explain it. I have an aps-c camera. Let's say I have a 35mm anamorphic lens with 1.33 squeeze. How would this compare to let's say a 22mm wide angle spherical lens in terms of field of view? I love a wide shot, can I get the same width with a wide spherical? or is the anamorphic creating a wider ratio (width to height) than a spherical does? I know there are other factors to the lenses and what they bring to the table and I realize the look of the shot is the sum of it's parts, but I'm just looking at the technical for the moment. I guess maybe my main question is about equivalency and size of the captured image in these two scenarios. Does that make sense?

Hello Apes,
Here's another review of Roaring Kitty tweets, if you wanna check out previous days then links are below:
13th May
14th May
To reiterate, the description of each tweet is to the best of my knowledge the references made to allow you to make your own view in context and the speculation is pure speculation on my part, this is just for fun and shouldn't be taken as any financial advice, make your own decisions, I just like the stock. If you have anything to add feel free to in the comments and I'll do my best to update the post but given the amount of tweets now i don't have lots of time.
8:00am - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790713748866371690
Description: This is taken from the film Easy-A and shows Emma Stone walking through school catching a lot of attention looking fine and what was an A sticker in the original clip has been replaced with the Gamestop play logo. The song is Sexy Silk by Jessie J
Speculation: The stock is sexy, particularly among the younger people. What was Easy-A is now Easy-Gamestop. Looking really great in the black.
8.15am - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790717515523658119
Description: First we have a scene from the movie Prestige, with a Michael Caine voiceover about a magicians magic trick of making something disappear. The quote is "The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary. Now you're looking for the secret... but you won't find it, because of course you're not really looking. You don't really want to know. You want to be fooled. But you wouldn't clap yet. Because making something disappear isn't enough; you have to bring it back." Meanwhile a person with a gamestop logo is being electrocuted to life a little frankenstein like and then a Gamestop logo bursts through an explosion. We then go to a fight scene with the song "back in the saddle again" by Aerosmith playing.
Speculation: The quote from the Prestige in full talks about the different parts of making something disappear. In full " Every great magic trick consists of three parts or acts. The first part is called "The Pledge". The magician shows you something ordinary: a deck of cards, a bird or a man. He shows you this object. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it to see if it is indeed real, unaltered, normal. But of course... it probably isn't. The second act is called "The Turn". The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary. Now you're looking for the secret... but you won't find it, because of course you're not really looking. You don't really want to know. You want to be fooled. But you wouldn't clap yet. Because making something disappear isn't enough; you have to bring it back. That's why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call "The Prestige"." The Aerosmith song also has some interesting lyrics, "Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon" "I'm ridin', I'm loadin' up my pistol, I'm ridin', I really got a fistful, I'm ridin', I'm shinin' up my saddle, I'm ridin', this snake is gonna rattle"
8.30am - https://twitter.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790721293089964126
Description: Not sure what film this is from but essentially we have a group of people looking for someone who is messing with them, they come across the infamous meme of death looking for Gamestop and then they track down Roaring Kitty alongside 893489 CHIMP located in Boston. We then get a message of Prep mode and arm ready for transport, hold pattern until further notice and a message again on a watch saying the same with a Gamestop logo
Speculation: WS looking for DFV and just coming across more memes, not really understanding it. As pointed out by many, 893489 is the hexcode for purple https://www.colorhexa.com/893489 which could be a direct reference to people DRSing. Final message suggests it's a hold until further notice, potentially a gamestop announcement who knows?
8.45am - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790725065585439065
Description: We have a scene from Ozark where the wife of the money laundering family is alone in her bedroom reflecting to the sound of The Daily Mail by Radiohead. Some Gamestop logos on the wall which i think replace a picture of her family in the original clip. More reflection.
Speculation: Not sure about this one other than the family in Ozark were right on the line of legality when it came to what they were doing, essentially they were money laundering and in the end it cost them their family. SHFs messing with Gamestop to the point of legality could be what costs them their family of investors?
9.00am - https://twitter.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790728848226521547
Description: This is a famous scene from Star Wars where Han Solo takes them through the asteroid field despite C3-PO's cry that the odds are so greatly stacked against them, approximately 3720-1 to be exact! "Never tell me the odds" says Hans Solo. The Song Come Along by Cosmo Sheldrake comes on as the ship navigates it's way through.
Speculation: This play is a high risk play as we all know but DFV doesn't care about the odds, so many people have told him how crazy he is but that doesn't stop him absolutely nailing it. The song has some interesting lyrics to pick a few, "Don't let moments pass along, And waste before your eyes", "We'll be here when the world slows down, And the sunbeams fade away, Keeping time by a pendulum, As the fabric starts to fray" Full lyrics here
9.15am - https://twitter.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790732615022195139
Description: This is taken from The Chappelle Show "when keeping it real goes wrong". In this sketch Kitty replaces a lot of the words to relate to him and the scene ends with Wu-Tang being brought up.
Speculation: Really i think this is just DFV having some fun with this sketch, replacing the woofs for meows, it brings up Wu-Tang as well which was a talking point way back in the NFT marketplace chat.
9.30am - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790736391124774975
Description: We have a clip of Moon Knight from Fortnite alongside the song Day and Night by Kid Cudi. This is the official fortnite music video.
Speculation: The Moon Knight in fortnite is considered a rare character. In fact the last time the Moon Knight was in the fortnite shop was Nov29, 2023. With that, it's a very valuable and sort after skin. Also worth noting about the Moon Knight, "For a quick run-down: Moon Knight is actually a former mercenary named Marc Spector. One day, when he's left for dead in the desert, the ancient Egyptian moon god Khonsu revives him. Along with a new lease on life, Khonsu gifts Marc with god-like powers to fight evil". Take from that what you will.
9.45am - https://twitter.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790740164848861227
Description: Not 100% sure on the cartoon being shown but the rap is Mr. Niceguy by Will Smith.
Speculation: I don't think DFV is liking the public dissing he is getting from various media outlets but really he doesn't care that much as he can just nail some memes he has lined up like this. If you want the full lyrics to the song, you can find it here
10am - https://twitter.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790743946764644659
Description: This is the epic reveal in fight club and DFV has replaced a lot of the words. In the original scene, if you haven't watched fight club, the main protagonist has put the pieces together to realise that he himself is actually the same person as the other protagonist in the film and it was him alone that accidentally setup a sort of movement against the financial elite. In this clip DFV plays off the two characters between DFV and Roaring Kitty.
Speculation: Roaring Kitty was the twitter handle and Youtube profile for Keith Gill where he would speculate on the stock because he just loved doing it. DFV was the reddit handle where he is associated to that other sub i can't mention here but you know where i mean. I think that DFV is saying that what started as a fun speculation of the stock became something bigger than himself with his other channel in DFV on reddit. Now the wheels have moved and in the film it ends with the financial institutions being blown up, perhaps something similar metaphorically is already in place right now. It's actually a great analogy from DFV about his situation.
10.15am - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790747714440892825
Description: This is the scene in Breaking Bad where Walter comes clean to his wife Skylar about all the money he has made selling meth. Skylar sees him for who he really is in this scene and really it's the beginning of when Walter begins to really lose himself. There is a funny insert of Methamphetameme and a mention of Caroline who i believe is his wife in real life.
Speculation: I think this is just DFV having some fun and giving an idea of how nuts it probably was for him to talk to his wife about everything that has happened/is happening. I know to us DFV seems like some sort of oracle but to many people he would just seem like some of stock bro who is nuts, even his wife.
10.30am - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790751492451754012
Description: This is from the oceans 11 film again where the gang are discussing about what they are and how they have come to be. DFV inserts "the Cohen crunch" as what everything could be called and also says "One could make the argument that because it was in fact Cohen joining the board that seemed to kick things off maybe it should be...". DFV then has a big reveal of the reddit user u/ avocado-in-my-anus.
Speculation: Is this all about Ryan Cohen? Is it about DFV? Is it about the Squeeze? Or is it about Avocado in my anus!? - If you follow to that reddit user you will see 3 posts, all on October 29th of each of the last 3 years, all saying Happy Cat Day posted to 3 different subreddits, "never tell me the odds", "next fucking level" and "woah dude". Why is october 29th so significant? See for yourself here
10.45am - https://twitter.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790755264733626879
Description: First we have a clip taken from CNBC where they say "is Roaring Kitty the one running this company?". It then cuts to a classic superbad scene of lots of dicks being drawn.
Speculation: I would imagine CNBC's angle here is that in their opinion Roaring Kitty is the one helping the stock so much with his influence that he might as well be running the company. Judging by the fact we go to a load of dicks after that I don't think DFV agrees with that opinion...
11am - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790759048985612468
Description: This is taken from The Avengers Endgame and it's where Peter Quill and Thor are told they should fight one another for the honour of the leadership of the Guardians of the Galaxy. They reply they don't want to go against each other and then there is a little humored ambigurity over who is in charge.
Speculation: This could be about DFV and RC. Not 100% which one is which but DFV is saying they are on the same side and respect each other in their view on what is best for Gamestop. DFV conceding he isn't in charge here and sort of plays into the last meme.
11.15am - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790762813868175516
Description: This is a scene taken from Love Actually and you will most likely recognize Rick from The Walking Dead. In the original clip he is filming his best friend (and it turns out he actually is in love with his best friends wife in this film). It then cuts to some memes of Ryan Cohen and a clip from his stream about updating thesis regularly.
Speculation: I think this is summed up pretty well by u/ starhammer4billion. "In 2021, DFV was mad, that R.C. did not push the button/do the buyback and told us clearly that he did not like R.C. anymore with this meme. Now in 2024, he rewinds that meme and tells us, that he thought that at the time in 2021, but that the investment thesis evolved over time and he now sees R.C. as a supermodel. So basically he saw what R.C. was doing in 2024, which he did not in 2021 and he likes R.C. again now. Probably because R.C. pushed the button and also did some plan with loopholes and stuff that DFV may not have thought about."
11.30am - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790766591526735887
Description: Here we have a clip from the music video Gossip Folks by Missy Elliot. Some of the lyrics have been replaced by Roaring Kitty. It tells the story of DFV and then there is a ton of emojis that read 😳💩😿🥜🐸🍦🤢👍👊💀🥸👀🤩⚡️🎮🚀🍄💥🍏🤨😵‍💫💜🫂👌🤝⛺️😼🎯👀🐶🇺🇸🎤👀🔥💥🍻
Speculation: DFV is saying this is going to go down again 3 years later after it all went down last time. The emojis i think tell the story so far too and maybe what's to come. I'll try my best to elaborate - it's really tinfoil but why not.

• DFV a bit embarrassed by how much it all took off originally, he was the focus of the world in Jan21 (embarrassed)
• All went to poo as GME dumped with the cheating tactics of the elite (poo)
• Sad kitty had to go to court and defend himself just because he was right and liked the stock. (sad kitty)
• Showed he had absolute nuts by doubling down on the stock again. (nuts)
• Papa RC posted frog and ice cream just around the time he was announced as chairman, the turnaround well and truly underway (frog and ice cream)
• Not sure about the sick emoji
• GME looking good again and making gains later into 21 (thumbs up and fist pump)
• DFV gets killed off from communicating and stock tanks, bear thesis in full swing about GME (skull)
• DD research is in full swing over what's happening to the stock and DFV is looking at it like oi oi (invetigating and eyes)
• DD gets everyone focused again and loving the stock, GME, power to the players and convinced it's going to do great again (star eyes, lightning, game, rocket)
• GME grows in the dark without revealing it's plan for transformation (mushroom)
• GME runs big end of 2022, all anticipation about NFT marketplace etc etc (boom)
• RC buying into apple and people wondering about some sort of partnership (apple)
• Turns out nothing like that happening as people wait for announcements (straight face)
• NFT marketplace is a disaster and not what people were hoping for (dizzy face)
• People start DRSing (purple heart)
• Love in the community is in full flow again as post after post about DRSing shares (hug)
• Everything is ok and all agreed on the DD and DRSing, happy to wait it out (ok and handshake)
• Not sure about tent.
• DFV comes back (kitty)
• Sees an opportunity to target the shorts again (target)
• Looks to Ryan Cohen, former owner of chewy to make a move (eye emoji in original looks to the right, dog emoji)
• Big announcement (microphone)
• US market sees this and burns to the ground (US flag and fire)
• Squeeze happens (boom)
• Cheers everybody (beers)

Edit\* As pointed out by u/ mmilad https://www.reddit.com/Superstonk/comments/1ctc9g2/dfvs_tweet_yesterday_with_emojis_are_all_rcs/ - they emojis do run in a sort of chronological order to a lot of RC's tweets, if you go to his twitter page and scroll through from his first tweet you can begin to tick off the emojis one by one.
11.45am - https://twitter.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790770363627921776
Description: We have a pizza being cut in too more and more slices and dubbed onto the pizza are reddit awards along with DFV's last position update post.
Speculation: The amount of awards that were constantly being given to this post got so out of hand i can't even think how many notifications and reddit coins DFV must have got back in the day. Definitely a joke on DFV's part and just a reminder to how funny it was the amount of awards he was getting.
12pm - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790774146994966570
Description: This clip is taken from Spiderman i think the one where Spiderman goes dark but i can't remember exactly. The music is The Black Swan taken from Swan lake and it cuts to the movie of Swan Lake with Natalie Portman as the Black Swan and Kitty being dubbed on her face as she transforms.
Speculation: Black swan events are defined as "A black swan is an unpredictable event that is beyond what is normally expected from a situation and that has potentially severe consequences". When GME does squeeze, it's going to have severe and brutal consequences for the market.
12:15pm - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790777913245421806
Description: First we have Snoop Dogg in his music video for Gin and Juice talking about drama in the GME then we cut to Scarlet Envy saying "is it me, am i the drama", "am i the villain?"
Speculation: Just DFV having fun with all the drama that is being caused through GME, through his memes and everything in a fun light hearted DFV meme of way.
12:30pm - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790781688848450012
Description: The first clip is taken from Oceans 12 where Ryan is bring the gang back together for an even bigger heist of casinos. Then we have part of the heist where he is stuck waiting in the dining cabinet and cannot escape until they let him out, then we cut to 2 people talking, "waiting", "for what?", "for this". Finally we cut to Batman, i think in the Dark Knight where the Joker is in the hospital and plans to blow it up.
Speculation: Bigger squeeze than last time, band back together, GME holders for the last 3 years could be like the guy in the box just let out in time by DFV, we say "where the fck you been?", he has been waiting, waiting for this.
12.45pm - https://twitter.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790785463118348420
Description: This is taken from The Dark Knight rises where Bane states "it doesn't matter who we are, what matters is our plan", "no one cared who i was until I put on the mask", "was getting caught part of your plan?" "of course"
Speculation: This is taken online about Bane in this movie, "Everything that Bane did was never for himself, not really, we find out his real loyalty later and I think that is a big reason why he said who he is wasn’t important. He wasn’t there to impress the masses, he was there to execute a plan, to be the playmaker for a person he cared for. He wasn’t one who liked distractions and the concern over who he was, I took it as he saw as unimportant to what the plan was itself" DFV doesn't matter, the whole thing is bigger than him now, similar to the fight club tweet reference.
1pm - https://twitter.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790789242513433071
Description: This clip is the big reveal in The Usual Suspects. BIG SPOILER HERE TO THE FILM - The police chief realizes in the film that he has just been completely done by the person who actually committed the crime and he was right there all along in the station . In this clip the drawn sketch of the suspect is replaced with the 'ill do it again' meme.
Speculation: The mug has roaring kitty on it so I wonder if this really is DFV noticing a similar pattern to what is happening with the stock as to what happened before and has made that realization that it's time to come back and this is all on again. HF's digging the same hole for themselves.
1.15pm - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790793012936851665
Description: This is a clip showing Keith Gill and a narrator saying that investors were looking for someone to blame for losing big on Gamestop. Then it cuts to "shut up bitch" from The Rock in WWF.
Speculation: This is a lol meme and basically DFV saying people invest themselves it's not his problem. People did try to sue him if i remember so it's a bit of a fuck you to them.
1:30pm - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790796790360363016
Description: This is taken from Seinfeld and is about how George goes so far just to zing a guy. DFV replaces some words and makes this about the previous tweet, some more fun on his part.
Speculation: The episode i believe this takes place is called "The Money" and the episode in which George actually flies out is called "The Comeback", jokes aside that's some interesting references...
1:45pm - https://twitter.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790800562654691686
Description: This is taken from the Saturday Night Live sketch 'old friend'. It's about two old friends reconnecting, DFV expertly chooses this and only has to change the last name of the Keith in the sketch.
Speculation: Everyone thinks DFV is nuts, i mean the guy is posting a lot of memes and taking away my work mornings trying to understand them. Maybe he just loves memes, who knows?
2pm - https://twitter.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790804340673789978
Description: This is a video of beat saber to the song freaks by timmy trumpet and savage. "The bass and the tweeters make the speakers go to war", "the mighty trumpet brings the freaks out to the floor", "where the freaks at?". Big tune and then the vibing cat makes an appearance.
Speculation: Hard to say much about this other than it's a fun song and makes you vibe just like the cat. People are coming to twitter to see his memes and we are all vibing out off of it.
2.15pm - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790808112741630320
Description: Shows a man being followed around by a man in a suit with a red right hand. I'm not sure what this is taken from but the song is definitely Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Bad seeds. For me personally this song is most associated with The Peeky Blinders.
Speculation: The man could be anyone short on GME and the man following him making him scared could be DFV or whatever else is going to pound on those shorts. If you want the lyrics to the song then you can find them here
2.31pm - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790812277530034448
Description: Shows a bear on a pink recliner with a kitty sneaking in the background.
Speculation: This was a direct response to a Jim Cramer tweet who was essentially poking fun at DFV by saying he should make more memes as it's not working on helping GME. Worth noting that this doesn't look like a scheduled tweet and was probably not planned.
2:45pm - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790815662203617755
Description: Shows Jim Carrey not 100% which movie it is though i recognize it with a red graph overlayed showing the stock price going down. His smile deteriorates but he seems to have some sort of demented plan in a weird way.
Speculation: Stock might be going down and that might initially take the smile off but the creepy smile at the end shows that it doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things, they are going to get it by the end.
3:00pm - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790819440617033914
Description: This is taken from the Truman show where Jim Carrey plays a character who's whole life is a television show for everyone else to watch. He is unaware of this but starts to become more aware as the film goes on. This particular clip is where he is trying to get to the edge of the world to see behind the curtain and the director is trying to stop him with lightning strikes and storms and whatever else he can throw.
Speculation: They are doing everything they can to keep a lid on GME. Firing as many shots as they can but it's not working. Is this the best they have?
3.15pm - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790823211745063394
Description: This is a clip from Dunkey's best games of 2017 and here we see a game where it's just boss fight after boss fight and is really fun.
Speculation: This is a game for us, they can hammer down the stock and do what they want but GME holders just keep buying more and moving to the next level
3.30pm - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790826988019528035
Description: This is taken from Tenet and is about inverted bullets. It talks about being able to drop bullets and bring bullets back up and move bullets without touching them.
Speculation: I certainly don't understand even a little of what is going on with the stock, but you can still have a feel for what is happening with the stock and it feels good right now even with the dip. Could be something to do with inverse hedging but don't know enough about that to speculate.
3.45pm - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790830761542664192
Description: Firstly we have the Matrix where Neo is about to fight Morpheus and then we have Alice in Wonderland with Alice going down into the rabbit hole. (The rabbit hole is mentioned in the Matrix too when Neo is given the pill option).
Speculation: The scene where Neo fights Morpheus is really the first time we start to see Neo believe in his ability to be the chosen one but also understand the power being able to beat the matrix. With the Alice in Wonderland it's about seeing how far the rabbit hole goes, things will get more crazy for sure and we are going to find out just how deep this goes.
4:00pm - https://x.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790834536403574936
Description: Here we have the music video for Karma police by Radiohead. A man is running from a car at a hobble speed and then stops turns around and there is a trail of fuel heading towards the car that has stopped. He pulls out a box of matches from his back pocket and is just before to set the car alight by dropping a lit match on the fuel.
Speculation: Another Radiohead song, you can find the full lyrics here but to pick a line out "this is what you get when you mess with us". Whilst being slowly chased down, there is going to be a flip reverse based on the trail left by the shorts only to blow it all up.
8:00pm - https://twitter.com/TheRoaringKitty/status/1790894938277695671
Description: This is taken from the Shawshank redemption where the main protagonist has escaped from the prison after being wrongly imprisoned for many years. DFV has changed some of the narrators (Red) words in showcase his story of being wrongly accused in 2021 and having the flee out of the spotlight. He talks about pressure and time, he presents a lot of memes he has created over the years and then shows a particular screenshot of one of his streams.
Speculation: This tells DFVs story but also has some juicy parts. I think Red in this is a bit like the reddit crew (us) keeping tabs on his story but DFV is saying to escape like him it takes pressure and time (could be gamma squeeze, could be LEAPS, could be DRS, could be holding and buying, could be ALL of it) but all it takes is time and pressure. The memes he posted i wonder if some of those have found their way into various subs over the last 3 years without any of us knowing it came from DFV. The steam he screenshot has been spoken about a lot this morning but it seems to come from one of his youtube streams when GME last broke $30.
Hope you enjoyed these takes.
Love ya DFV

There’s no megathread for this but what was that?? Sorry but why did they combine arithmetic sequences and sum of interior angles into one horrendous 6-marker, how was I even supposed to start 😭
Don’t get me started on that cone with a hemisphere removed question either 💀

Hi, fellow kendokas.
I've been practicing kendo for the last year and a half and while I start to get to higher ranks (I'd ask my sensei if he sees me prepared to go por the next rank), I'd like to improve several things that I feel like they are hurting my kendo.
Before delving into them, I've to say that I'm 29M, my weight is ~90kg and I'm 1.95m tall. Also, I'm not that fast and have almost no flexibility. I've done some sparring with both, Chuudan and Joodan (just to get the feel of using the kamae). With that said, the things that I want to improve are:

1. My feet. Whenever I get into kamae, my left foot tend to tilt to the left, making an angle with my right one, which is facing towards motodachi. This makes my heels to draw a straight line. If I force the left one to stay straight, I feel like my muscles tense up too much and as if my feet look to each other, making it unconfortable.
2. Tobikomi and distance. As I said, I'm a tall guy and almost everyone in my dojo is smaller than me, meaning that I mostly play with distance with my arms (they are ~72cm long), not with my feet. I tend to start with my arms closer to my body and then extend them to make my opponent to think that i'm closer to them and, when they move, I strike. This has the effect that I make almost no tobikomi (I just move my arms, my whole body tend to be still) and, if I try to move, I find myself too close to motodachi and can't strike properly. I started to take smaller steps, but again, no Tobikomi.
3. Behavior. In my daily life I'm a really calm person, and that shows in my kendo. Whenever I get into kamae, I tend to take a step backwards and wait for motodachi to attack and make a kaeshi or nuki waza. I don't put any prassure, like a tree or a rock. That means that I'm too relaxed until I strike, meaning that I need to prepare to attack, which gives motodachi time to see what I'll do and react accordingly. That sums with the fact that I'm slow. I tried to fix this having my feet closer to each other and being more proactive, but once I take the step back to recover my kamae, problem no 1. arise and I become calmer.

Those would be the things that I feel that need to improve in order to get better. Maybe I have more things to work with, but those are the ones which I tend to notice over and over. So I ask you if you can share some advice with me.
Thanks a lot!

I recently replaced my door lock actuator and i was in a hurry since it was getting late and i was at a friends house. i forgot to put in the rod that connects to the door handle and now my door is shut closed from the outside and inside. i managed to pry my door panel open a little but from the outside and fishhook the rod while pulling up from different angles but the door still didn’t open. I believe it may be something with the actual latch i might’ve forgot to put in the right order but now im stuck climbing in and out of the passenger side. I’ve searched threads and few people have had the same problem but i can’t find any update on how or if they fixed it so any help is appreciated.
TLDR. door closed from inside and out with door panel on so no interior access. forgot to put rod in but i moved it around and still no budge. running out of options, help pls

Part 1
Chicago, 2016. Flinn Gerald is doing his best to make it in the city. Born in Selma, Alabama, he has spent his entire life trying to escape the ever tightening grasp of his small town. But alas, he made it out and is adapting to life in the big city. With a big fancy corporate job, an endless supply of friends, an apartment with a stunning view of the lake, and great distance from his family, what more could he need? Well, there is a lot more (or less) that he needs, but of course that is a story for later.
On a typical Tuesday night at a bar, the regulars crowd in. Flinn is late, as usual, as he stayed late at work (again), but on his arrival, the cheers and hugs from all the friends make everyone forget of the regular inconvenience. Conversation ensued, starting with all the boring finance jargon, but as the drinks flowed, so did the conversation, moving away from work and more into life. This is what everyone preferred.
“Another round, anyone?” asked Raheem, enthusiastically. After a murmur of concurrence, he stood up to make his way up to the bar. “Flinn, care to lend a hand?”
Raheem Bartlett was Flinn’s college roommate and the first person he met outside of his hometown. The pair hit it off instantly despite having wildly different backgrounds. Even in their freshman year, the engineer and the finance major would get into all sorts of trouble together, but eventually they leveled out. Six years later, they still have each other’s backs just like day one.
The pair made their way up to the bar and waited to get the bartender's attention. “What's up with you, bro?” asked Raheem. “You’ve been seeming a bit off.”
“Oh, ya know. Work, life, everything kinda happens so fast. Work has been busy as of late, and the hours long.”
Seeming displeased by this answer, Raheem stared back in concern.
“Really, I’m fine… just long hours.”
“Back in school you’d pull back to back all-nighters and then still make it to a morning class. I find it hard to believe that the mighty Flinn would be so setback by ‘long hours’.”
Flinn took a moment to ponder, staring down at the bar covered in various stamps and postcards beneath the epoxy surface. “I guess, ya know, it's not all it was cracked up to be. I guess I had expected more.” Flinn had mostly dropped his accent, but occasionally it would still slip out.
Despite coming from a long line of mill workers (mostly paper) and farm hands who never ventured further than the Dallas county line, Flinn yearned to leave his small town and conquer the world from a young age. Coming from the poorest county in Alabama, his family always squashed his dreams, labeling them as impossible. But Flinn knew better. Or, at least he knew he could do better. Graduating top of his class a year early and winning a full-ride scholarship to Northwestern University, he had proved everyone wrong and set his own path. The path he was told was impossible became his reality.
“More what?”
“Nothing, really. I mean, what more is there? This is what I always wanted, right? The stable job in the city, never having to worry about money. It’s great, and I couldn’t be more grateful, but… something is missing. Doing the same thing day after day staring at a screen, moving clients money around. I… just hoped it would be more fulfilling, especially after all it took to get here.”
Before he could finish his thought, the bartender came up to take their order: another round for the table, plus a round of shots, plus two more shots.
“What am I saying, really?” added Flinn. “I shouldn’t be complaining. Look at where I am now compared to six years ago. So much has changed. My home, friends, even my diet. I just feel a bit off. Like I need something more to do..
“I get it, bro. Adjusting to your new life can be rough. Enjoy it for a minute or two.” Raheem slides a shot in front of Flinn. “Here, take this.”
Tuesday had become fairly consistent to this point for this group of misfits: Raheem and his girlfriend Amy; Jack; Jasper, from Flinn’s firm, and his wife Max; and of course, Flinn. For nearly two years, these six have been meeting at O’Malley’s every Tuesday night for drinks and trivia. Some nights are more wild than others, but Tuesday has become the staple of the week among them.
Drinks flowed pretty regularly and heavy over the next few hours as the clock approached the end of day. Still going round for round on alternating tabs, the useless debates began to heat up.
“You can’t seriously think Wicker Park is the best neighborhood outside the Loop. Y’all need to get out more,” said Flinn.
“Bro it’s obviously Wicker Park,” argued Raheem.” Right on the blue line, getting to O’Hare is insanely easy, plus you can’t find better music in the city. Besides, Wicker Park has Davenport’s.”
“No one ever says Wicker Park,” adds Jack. “Have you ever heard someone say Wicker Park before?”
“Dude, but you can obviously get to O’Hare from anywhere in the city,” said Flinn
“Sure, but beats walking through that dumb Block 37 Center transfer like you and your red line. No transfer is the way to go, plus the blue line gets you right to the center of the loop.”
“So does every other L line as long as ya don’t mind walking a few blocks!”
“You’re both wrong,” adds Max. “Neither matters because Midway is better anyways.”
“Woah!” the whole table murmurs, sharing shocked looks as if she just confessed to a crime. Flinn rolled his eyes at this notion.
“Who flies out of Midway?” asks Raheem.
“What? Less people, cheaper flights, and more space. Why wouldn’t I fly out of Midway?” said Max.
“Wait, wait, that aside,” interrupts Raheem, “can we go back to the fact that Jasper thinks Sheffield is the best neighborhood? I feel like we moved past that too quickly.”
The debate rages on for many more minutes, until Flinn, seemingly out of nowhere, had enough.
“Can y’all just shut the fuck up! Why does it even matter?” Everyone’s glance quickly shot over to Flinn as a deafening silence overtook the table. Everyone pondered how to respond, and couldn’t seem to find an answer. This behavior from Flinn was unexpected, nay, unheard of. Flinn was the most level headed amongst them by far. Not even Raheem, his best friend of six years, had ever seen him get angry, let alone over an inconsequential friendly argument. “I…” Not even Flinn knew what to say next. “I’m going to go home. Long day tomorrow.” Already on his feet, he quickly walked away from the table and out the door.”
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The walk home was fairly brisk, but Flinn had grown fond of the cold. He tucked his hands into his coat pocket and hunched his shoulders forward, only looking down at the pavement ignoring the mostly asleep but still wide awake city surrounding him. His thoughts ran wild and near out of control. Of course, his intoxication did not help with clarity, but the inner dialogue was deafening. Not even he knew what was bothering him, but he was obviously bothered, deeply. He made a fool of himself in a way he never had before, and right now he felt he did not recognize himself. Surely some sleep will help, right?
He slowly made his way down the steps to the platform, carefully watching each step as to not fall, to wait for his train. He posted up against a pillar and stared off onto the dark, empty tracks. What has gotten into me? He did his best to calm his racing, wasted mind searching for some legibility amongst his thoughts.
Once he finally got home, he slumped down on the couch and scarfed down some week-old sushi he found in the fridge. He turned on some old documentary and was asleep before he knew it.
Suddenly, he was woken up by his phone ringing. It usually does not ring this time of night and was less than thrilled to be woken, so he let it keep ringing. It stopped after a couple of seconds, and he glanced down at the screen:
Mama
(2) missed calls
Dad
(1) missed call
Now concerned, he calls his mom back in a hurry. “Hello?”
“Flinn? Your grandfather, he’s dead.”
Part 2
The wet air engulfed Flinn’s face as he stepped out the airport doors into a warm February day. Six years had passed since he smelled the Alabama air. Even after all this time, it still smells just as he had remembered as if not even a day had passed. The drive to Selma was another ninety minutes, and despite having five days to mentally prepare himself for his arrival, it was not nearly enough time. He had not seen or spoken to anyone from his town, not even family, since he left early that August morning all those years ago. He left everything behind to start his new life. The life so many told him to not start, that he needed to stay. He left anyway and never looked back.
That was, until now. He had little choice in this regard. He knew he would have to make his return someday, but he knew not when nor for what. But today was that day. Flinn and his grandfather (Pops) had always been close. If anyone had been supportive of him, it’d have been Pops, but he was a man of little words. Even when he could talk, he hardly chose to. He was a great listener, and not just because he could not speak. He showed he was engaged and listening no matter what Flinn had to say. At times, he felt Pops was the only one who understood him as if he had been just like him before, but no one would ever talk about his past. All Flinn knew is Pops lost his tongue after a failed lynching.
The familiarity of the scenery zipping past was bittersweet. He had not realized how much he missed the rolling hills and thick forests beneath the unforgiving southern sky. He kept his head pressed against the cool glass of the car window even through the constant bumps in the road. He couldn’t look away. So many memories happened here, and the closer he got, the more plentiful the memories became, and the more potent they were, and the more painful they’d become.
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As the dust settled behind him, he stood on the driveway staring at his childhood home still unsure how to process his emotions. It was all so overwhelming. He was thinking everything at once. He took a deep breath, rolled back his shoulders, and swallowed. He reached for the door handle, hesitating slightly, and took a step in. One foot, and then the next.
“Martin!” Flinn smiled as his old friend and childhood dog rushed towards him without hesitation. He knelt down and embraced him as Martin excitedly rustled through his arms seemingly showing more energy than he had in years.
He walked down the hall and around the corner into the living room. There, both drawn to the large television like moths to a flame, he saw his parents sitting beside one another on the couch watching some daytime program with their backs to him. They seemed to pay no notice to the commotion at the front door nor the loud creaking footsteps he took along the old wooden floors. They knew he was there; they just chose to ignore him. He walked into view to greet them. "Mama, dad." His father smiled slightly but caught himself and refrained.
Mama kept a straight face, but seemed to be fighting tears."Howard, help Flinn with his bags, dear."
“No, it's alright, I know where to take them,” said Flinn. “How are y’all?”
“Service is tomorrow at eleven down at the ole First Baptist Church. Make sure to wear something nice.”
“Alright, mama. I’ll... I’ll see you at dinner.”
“Whole family is coming tonight. Dinner is served at...”
“At seven, I got it, just as always.”
“It’s good to see you, kid.” said his dad. “Let me know if you need anything”
He did not expect things to go like that, not that he knew what to expect. He had hoped time would have been more forgiving. Perhaps leaving unannounced in the middle of the night was not the best plan, but at the time he felt as if he had no other choice. Everyone knew he was leaving. That was no secret and had not been for years before any plan had actually been set into motion. No one knew the date or time, except for Pops, of course, but he’d never tell. Of course he wanted everyone to know. He wanted everyone to be proud of him, but it was too big of a risk and commendations were too much to expect. Besides, Mama always had her schemes, and had she known, she would have found a way to stop him.
Not much had changed since he’d been here last. The old wood paneling still lined nearly all the walls, crack in some spots, replaced in others, but all coated by decades of cigarette soot. On the walls were a combination of family portraits from over the years and cheap artwork found at the flea market. Old green furniture, too many house plants to count, and a tacky themed kitchen, it was all still the same.
His childhood bedroom, however, was much different. Hardly even recognizable, what was once his bedroom was now a storage room filled with endless shelves and boxes. He set his things on the lonely cot in the corner, sat down, and took it all in.
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Not realizing he had drifted off, Flinn awoke and looked at the clock. 6:55. Convenient. He sat up and brushed his hair down with his hand as he suspected it was sticking up in the usual way. He rubbed his eyes and made his way to the dining room. The whole family was there, probably about twenty people or so, all scattered about throughout the kitchen, dining room, and living room engaged in various conversations. His nana, aunt, and Mama were cooking away putting the final touches on the large meal.
“Well if it isn’t this fucker…” said a familiar voice to his left, laughing. Flinn looked over to see his cousin who’s just a year younger than him.
“DeAndre, how are you?”
“Never thought I’d see you again, even since you left. Thought maybe you ‘ood be dead.”
“Nah,” Flinn laughed. “Still very much alive.”
“I can see dat. Wearin’ your fancy suit and all.”
“Yeah I’ve been doing pretty well. Work has been… good. I have a great job at a finance firm in Chicago. Everything has been… Good. Yeah, good. How about you?”
“Now you ain’t goin’ city on us, are you?”
Flinn laughed. “I think I might already be.”
Just as dinner was finishing up, a line started to form and people found a seat wherever they could, be it at the table, on the couch, near the counter, or outside.
“Flinn!” his dad called out. “I saved ya a seat here at the table, kid.”
Flinn took his seat right next to his dad which positioned him right across from Mama. The table could sit eight, and the seats filled in pretty quickly so he was lucky to get one. Besides his sister, all of the oldest family members took the other four chairs.
The dinner itself was mostly uneventful, except for the food of course which was extraordinary. Flinn had not eaten Mama’s cooking, or anything like it in six years. The southern food in Chicago was alright, but nothing like what you can get down here, and no restaurant is going to have the same quality and taste as a home-cooked meal. By God, he had not realized how much he needed this. It was almost healing, like a part of his soul had been lost and he found it once again. The last week had been incredibly overwhelming, and last Saturday he never foresaw being here now, but he was glad he was, regardless of the looming tension. All the stress from work and life back home in Chicago was now all gone. All he had to worry about was… oh yeah, the family drama. The dreaded interactions, what he had suppressed for so long, that had kept him up at night for years. All those long nights doing homework or anything else beside sleeping. They had not been by choice but rather necessity. He would have slept more if he could, and some of those nights he really needed to, but instead was kept motivated by the pain. The pain of knowing no matter what he did, no matter how successful in life he became, he would never be good enough for his family, good enough for Mama, because he left them.
If there ever was a time to clear his conscience and get everything out of the way, it would be today, or at least over the next couple of days. When else would he have the chance? Not that any of this had been planned, and his therapist would probably advise against it. She did not even know he was here. What would she have to say? Avoiding conflict has always been his choice. He has always been quiet, never been at the center of drama, but some things need to be said. Just, maybe not by him. If he waited long enough, perhaps they would come up on their own. So he decided to wait, but he knew time was limited and he could not wait forever.
“Mama, could you pass the butter?”
Mama just stared back at him. “Get ya own damn buttah, since ya can do everything else on ya own.”
Flinn stands up and reaches for the butter. “I can do everything myself, and I have. I hope you’re proud, Mama.”
“Proud? What do I have to be proud of?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe my job, my degree, everything I have been able to do to build a good life for myself.”
“I don hear anything worthy of praise.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Mama.”
“Oh, so now you’re sorry? You could’ve fooled me. Is that how you felt when you left? Unbelievable.”
“I left because I had no other choice.”
“Oh don go lyin’ to me now. You did have a choice. You had a choice and you chose to leave us. You didn’t say goodbye, and you were just gone in the mornin’.”
“If I had not just left, you would’ve stopped me.”
“Cause you ain’t got no reason to go nowhere.”
“I had plenty of reasons to want to leave, and not because of you. I’ve always had dreams, Mama, ya know that. I’ve always been bigger than just this town.”
“Oh, so now you’re too good for us, city boy? Huh? I don wanna hear no more of it.”
“It wasn’t about that, Mama. Look at all I’ve been able to do.”
“I ain’t see nothin’. You never call and you never visit. How am I supposed to know what you been doin’?”
“I thought you didn’t want me coming around any more?”
“Well, you’ve got that right. Glad to see you still have some brains left.”
“Well excuse me. Maybe it's best if I leave again. Sorry I ain’t make you proud, Mama.” Flinn got up and left the table.
Part 3
Just as the early light began to peak through the blinds, Flinn was woken up by a firm knock at his door. “Flinn, may I come in? It's Uncle Terrence.”
Flinn sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Yep, come in.”
“How are you this morning, kid? Ya know, she’ll never admit it, but ya Mama missed ya.”
“I find it hard to believe.” Deep down Flinn knew it was true, but she was hard as a rock, and arrogant. She would always find a way to be right, even when she knew she was wrong, and she would never let you know she knew she was wrong.
“Well, we’re all proud of you, kid.” Flinn hated when Terrence and everyone called him kid. “Just wish yoo’d come around and see us every once in a while. I know ya busy with all the big city stuff and all.”
“I thought no one wanted anything to do with me any more?”
“At first, maybe, but I miss ya, kid. Ya know who missed ya most of all?”
“Pops?”
“Yes, of course. He always wanted to know about ya, every time I’d come round. He couldn’t call, but always wanted me to.”
“I should have called.”
“I think everyone wanted to call, but as time went on, it became harder and harder to push that button. It was already so hard at first, and only got harder.”
“I thought about everyone a lot, especially at first. Leaving was really hard, and I almost didn’t, but I always wanted more. I didn’t want to spend my whole life in this town, and if I had not left when I did I probably never would have. But it was still hard. I wanted to go home so many times, but I convinced myself no one wanted me here no more or that y’all would’ve said ‘I told ya so’ or sum bullshit. No one wanted me around any more and I had left, so I was stuck on the path I chose. And I’m happy, and I’ve done so much, but it’s never been easy.”
“Pops was a lot like you when he was your age. Set on leaving as quickly as he could. Things were different back then, not that they are any better now, but Hank... my brother… Pops, was just like you.”
“What changed?”
“Well, he never did. Just no one talks about it anymore. After what happened on that day, they blamed his behavior. Said he should’ve played it safe and he’d still have his tongue.”
“No one has ever told me the story.”
“And they won’t. It changed the whole family.”
“But you’ll tell me?”
“Only if you promise not to tell. I don need an earful from ya Mama.”
“I promise.”
“Hank couldn’t be confined to Selma, just like you. He joined the army right out of high school, and after he was done in Lebanon, he didn’t go straight home.”
“Where did he go?”
“Everywhere but here. He used the small amount of money he got from the army and went anywhere that would let him in. Across Europe, parts of Asia, Northern Africa, even parts of South America. Of course, a young black man traveling by himself at the time was challenging, but Hank could hold his own pretty well. He still ran into all sorts of trouble. He spent more nights in jail than he would have liked, but he would have done it all again if he could.”
“What happened when he got back?”
“He was much different, but for the better. He couldn’t wait to get back out there again. He had confidence like I had never seen before. That’s what got him in trouble not too long after.”
“How’d he lose his tongue? I’m guessing that is what changed everything.”
“When he got back, he got involved with a girl, I think her name was Susan. She was the mayor’s daughter. They snuck around for a while. Their relationship was not acceptable, especially to her father. If he found out, Hank would be in a lot of trouble, and of course eventually he did find out. He spent about a month in jail in just awful conditions even for the time. They didn’t have anything to hold him on so eventually they had to let him go. About a week after he got out, he was walking downtown and some guys grabbed him. He took him out to a field and tried to lynch him. Luckily, they failed and he survived, but they took his tongue as a warning. He was never the same after that. All of his confidence was gone, and of course he couldn’t speak no more.”
Flinn did not know how to respond. It all made sense now: why the family so desperately wanted him to stay, why they were so hurt by him leaving, and why they’d feared who he was becoming. They were all traumatized and wanted to protect him. They did not want him to suffer the same fate as Pops.
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The funeral itself was fairly uneventful and went nearly as perfectly as expected. The church filled in with hardly any empty seats, tears were shed, and speeches were given. Pops touched the lives of almost everyone he met, and they came to show it. After the service was the reception, and yet again, the food was spectacular. Everyone got along just fine today and there was no more residual drama, at least for now. Today was Pops’ day.
After the reception, the family gathered back at Mama’s house for the reading of the will. Pops did not have many possessions, at least not of monetary value, but what he did have was meaningful in other ways. He was very clear on who he wanted to give off, and handpicked what would be most substantial to each person.
Everyone gathered around much as they did at dinner, and the lawyer began his reading:
I, Hank Gerald, a resident in the City of Selma, County of Dallas, State of Alabama, being of sound mind, not acting under duress or undue influence, and fully understanding the nature and extent of all my property and of this disposition thereof, hereby make, publish, and declare this document to be my Last Will and Testament, and hereby absolutely revoke any and all other wills and amendments previously made by me.
The reading went on for some time as there were many beneficiaries. Flinn began to daydream about what could be left for him. Flinn was not a very sentimental person, so trinkets and heirlooms paid him little interest. Perhaps his car, or maybe money. Something that will be useful to him.
To my dear brother, Terrence, I leave my 1964 Pontiac GTO and all tools and parts associated and necessary with/for the running and upkeep of the vehicle.
The further down the list he went, less was given, but this is to be expected. As the end of the list neared, Flinn began to wonder what would be left for him if anything at all. The will had been in order of age, to this point, so he should be up soon.
To my Granddaughter, Nia,...
Nia? She's younger than me… Flinn thought.
I leave her my grandmother’s locket containing a picture of my Grandfather before he left for the Great War. She looked at it everyday to keep the memory of him alive until he eventually returned to her alive.
How could he skip me? Perhaps I should have called, or never left. Flinn got lost in his own thoughts and barely paid attention to the rest of the will. He and Pops were so close, and he never imagined he would be taken out of the will. But that is my own fault, afterall. I left, and I never even care to call. He died, and I never even said goodbye.
Just as Flinn began to accept the consequences of his actions, they got to the last beneficiary listed in the will:
Finally, to my oldest Grandson, Flinn, who is more and more like me than I ever could have wished to have been, I leave my journal. I hope whenever you need the motivation, you read it to find the meaning you are looking for in life.
Part 4
Flinn sat at his desk unable to focus. It was fairly slow for a Friday, but he still had work to do. After a chaotic weekend back home in Alabama, he was ready to settle back into his monotonous routine. The experience had been healing in some regards, but still left a lot unanswered. What did he mean by finding the meaning in life? Flinn wondered as he flipped through the endless pages of Pops’ journal, all filled with endless recounts, drawings, symbols, and pictures from his travels, just as he had since Monday. The journal consumed his whole attention, and nothing else seemed important enough to focus on. He had even ditched his friends all week which he never does.
He is supposed to meet Raheem for drinks tonight, but now he is wondering if he even wants to go. There is just too much in his head right now. He just wants to be alone. 12:37. The clock is moving too slowly. Flinn clears his calendar for the rest of the day and decides to go home.
At home, he still finds himself flipping through the pages of the journal, not even reading them but just looking at them. Again and again, he flips through until he has enough. He drops the journal on his lap and stares off into the distance at the gorgeous view of Lake Michigan. The endless city and skyline take up most of the horizon until it just stops, cut off by the endless ocean-like lake. He stares at it for quite a while until something catches his eye. He has seen this before. Well, of course he has. He lives here and this is his view everyday. But he knows he has seen it somewhere else.
He picks the journal back up and flips through in a hurry. There it is. He holds the journal up to the window to show a matching two-page drawing of this exact view. Well, not exact. It is a slightly different angle, but it was close enough. Pops was here. He would have loved visiting. I should have invited him. This made Flinn sad, and he threw the journal down on the table in frustration.
Just then, that is when he noticed it. There was a page sticking out from the journal, but it was not like the rest. The page was white and pristine, aside from a few wrinkles, as if it was new, whereas the rest of the journal showed its age. He rushed over to grab it. He opened it to find a letter, addressed to him:
Grandson, When you left, I knew that you would accomplish everything you set out to do. I also knew, however, you would find yourself lost someday, returning home for answers. I was hoping I’d be able to give you those answers myself, but as time goes on that seems less likely. I too found myself lost, and I knew not why. I had gone and seen the world, and it changed me, but I was still not fulfilled. I came home still looking for the answers, and it took a while, but eventually I did find them.
Through this journal, I hope to share my findings so that you too, when you are lost, find the answers you seek. Whenever you are ready, follow my journey and the clues I have left for you. Go out and see the world, just as I did. You will find that what you want from life is less than what you expect.
I hope the experiences you have are less harsh than my own, but still be careful. The world has changed a lot, but still not enough. But don’t skip ahead for the meaning may be lost. Take only one step at a time, and when it comes time to take the next step, it will reveal itself.
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Seven o’clock rolls around and Flinn walks into the bar to meet Raheem. He hasn’t seen Raheem, or anyone else from the group, since last Tuesday when he had his outburst. He begins by telling the story of the events of this last weekend, but leaves out the parts about Pops’ past.
"Pops left me a hidden letter.”
“What do you mean?” asked Raheem.
“Like in his journal, I found a hidden letter. It was addressed to me.”
“What did it say, bro?”
“He says he was a lot like me when he was my age. He wants me to go where he went and learn what he did.”
“In Alabama?”
“No, everywhere but there. He wants me to start in Western Europe and follow his clues around the world.”
“He traveled?”
“A lot, apparently. I never knew. He was in the army, and after he got out, he traveled… everywhere, basically.”
“Why did no one tell you?”
“They wanted to keep me safe, I guess.
"They wanted to keep the whole family safe after what happened to him.”
“What do you mean, bro. What happened?”
“I can’t talk about it, but it doesn’t matter now anyways. I’m living a different life now.” Flinn never shared much about his past or his family with anyone, not even Raheem. It has always been a mystery. This was the most he had ever shared with him.
“Well, are you going to go?”
“No, I can’t. I have work. It took too much to get here. I can’t just give it away.”
“It’ll still be here when you get back, bro.”
“If only it was that simple.”
“It can be. You have money saved up. Chicago isn’t going anywhere. We’re not going anywhere. Plus, you’ve always talked about traveling more. Why don’t you take some time to do it.”
“I suppose, but I like my life here.”
“If you don’t do it now, when will you? You’ve taken a leap before, why not take another one. You’re smart, you’ll land on your feet, bro. Besides, your grandfather thought it was important enough to not only give you his journal, but hide you a letter for you to find when you needed it most. Maybe now is when you needed it most. You’re way too stressed at work anyways, and I can tell you’ve been off for a while now. Perhaps some change could give you what you need.”
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On Monday morning, when Flinn gets to work, he walked straight to his boss's office. He turned in his letter of resignation.
Two weeks later, he took the red line to the blue line to O’Hare. Journal in hand, he boarded a flight to Dublin.

Hi all,
Advice would be gratefully received on this. I’ve done a fair bit of research but I’m not as clued up about this as many on here. First post so forgive me any stupid questions!
I’m a teacher - formerly state sector, now in an independent school. Have been in the same pension scheme since I started about 15 years ago (a DB CARE scheme with a 1/57 accrual rate). Our governors have proposed changes to this due to the rising costs of the DB scheme (employer contributions have increased from around 17% a few years so, now 21% and this year going up to 23%, they want to avoid uncontrolled costs.)
The options we’re being presented with look like a) remaining in the public sector DB scheme but covering any increases in employer contributions above 21% ourselves, or b) joining a new DC scheme with an employer contribution rate of 21% and an employee contribution rate of minimum 5% (I currently pay about 11% so would likely keep it at that if I switched). If we switch, we keep whatever DB we’ve already accrued.
I know that DB is considered to be the gold standard as all the risk is with the employer / government, but I also realise (I think) that 21% employer contribution on a DC scheme is pretty good and could, under certain conditions, be worth more than the DB scheme. The DB scheme is obviously guaranteed until you die, but the DC scheme grants more flexibility in terms of when you retire (DB is payable from 67, I think) and potentially having a decent sized sum to pass on as inheritance etc.
Am I missing anything obvious here? Both look “good”, but having never had to consider this before I’m trying to look at all angles before deciding.
There is ongoing discussion about whether this is going ahead as people obviously have very strong feelings about it, but I’m not going to get into that here.
Many thanks, L

Hi Everyone. I keep getting CTD on this crashlog. Can someone please help. I think it is a non-mod related issue, but if you could tell me which mods I need to disable in order to fix it, that would be awesome.
Fallout 4 v1.10.163
Buffout 4 v1.28.6
Unhandled exception "EXCEPTION_ACCESS_VIOLATION" at 0x7FF74A091E80 Fallout4.exe+03D1E80

\[Compatibility\] F4EE: false \[Crashlog\] AutoOpen: true PromptUpload: true \[Fixes\] ActorIsHostileToActor: true CellInit: true CreateD3DAndSwapChain: true EncounterZoneReset: true GreyMovies: true MagicEffectApplyEvent: true MovementPlanner: true PackageAllocateLocation: true SafeExit: true TESObjectREFRGetEncounterZone: true UnalignedLoad: true UtilityShader: true \[Patches\] Achievements: true ArchiveLimit: false BSMTAManager: true BSPreCulledObjects: true BSTextureStreamerLocalHeap: false HavokMemorySystem: true INISettingCollection: false InputSwitch: false MaxStdIO: 2048 MemoryManager: true MemoryManagerDebug: false ScaleformAllocator: true SmallBlockAllocator: true WorkshopMenu: true \[Warnings\] CreateTexture2D: true ImageSpaceAdapter: true 

SYSTEM SPECS:

OS: Microsoft Windows 11 Home v10.0.22631 CPU: GenuineIntel 12th Gen Intel(R) Core(TM) i7-12800H GPU #1: Nvidia GA103M \[GeForce RTX 3080 Ti Laptop GPU\] GPU #2: Microsoft Basic Render Driver PHYSICAL MEMORY: 11.05 GB/31.69 GB 

PROBABLE CALL STACK:

\[ 0\] 0x7FF74A091E80 Fallout4.exe+03D1E80 -> 869027+0x20 \[ 1\] 0x7FF74A0740F5 Fallout4.exe+03B40F5 -> 1491658+0x4D5 \[ 2\] 0x7FF74A03181C Fallout4.exe+037181C -> 221966+0xDC \[ 3\] 0x7FF74A02CB8E Fallout4.exe+036CB8E -> 93205+0xE \[ 4\] 0x7FF74B9638C2 Fallout4.exe+1CA38C2 -> 1338062+0xF2 \[ 5\] 0x7FF74B963C1C Fallout4.exe+1CA3C1C -> 1310667+0x20C \[ 6\] 0x7FF74AB7CA24 Fallout4.exe+0EBCA24 -> 1123858+0x364 \[ 7\] 0x7FF74AB5B7CB Fallout4.exe+0E9B7CB -> 146861+0xB6B \[ 8\] 0x7FF74AA00D85 Fallout4.exe+0D40D85 -> 222694+0x15 \[ 9\] 0x7FF74B810F26 Fallout4.exe+1B50F26 -> 329005+0xC6 \[10\] 0x7FF74B811432 Fallout4.exe+1B51432 -> 194800+0x202 \[11\] 0x7FF74B813F67 Fallout4.exe+1B53F67 -> 1492866+0x67 \[12\] 0x7FF74B7DCFED Fallout4.exe+1B1CFED -> 1079791+0x3D \[13\] 0x7FFD8685257D KERNEL32.DLL+001257D \[14\] 0x7FFD8890AA48 ntdll.dll+005AA48 

REGISTERS:

RAX 0x0 (size\_t) RCX 0x1E05BA9F800 (void\*) RDX 0x6EC49BF250 (void\*) RBX 0x0 (size\_t) RSP 0x6EC49BF140 (void\*) RBP 0x6EC49BF249 (void\*) RSI 0x6EC49BF250 (void\*) RDI 0x1E05BA9F800 (void\*) R8 0x1E009CFC7B0 (void\*) R9 0x8 (size\_t) R10 0x6EC49BF200 (BSTArrayBase::IAllocatorFunctor\*) R11 0x6EC49BF2C8 (void\*) R12 0xE067C430 (size\_t) R13 0x1DFFF2EAB00 (TESObjectCELL\*) File: "PRP.esp" Flags: 0x0004000B Form ID: 0x00017DF7 Form Type: 63 Full Name: "Museum of Freedom" R14 0x1E0962BD900 (bhkWorld\*) R15 0x1E05BA9F800 (void\*) 

STACK:

\[RSP+0 \] 0x1E0661911C0 (NiNode\*) Name: "00017DF7\_Physics" \[RSP+8 \] 0x7FF74B863C05 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1BA3C05) \[RSP+10 \] 0x6EC49BF249 (void\*) \[RSP+18 \] 0x1E0633FA240 (void\*) \[RSP+20 \] 0x1E009D98800 (void\*) \[RSP+28 \] 0x1E0633FA240 (void\*) \[RSP+30 \] 0x60 (size\_t) \[RSP+38 \] 0x7FF74A0740F5 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+03B40F5) \[RSP+40 \] 0x1E009D987FC (void\*) \[RSP+48 \] 0x6EC49BF250 (void\*) \[RSP+50 \] 0x1E0633FA240 (void\*) \[RSP+58 \] 0x1E064001600 (BSPortal\*) \[RSP+60 \] 0x1E000000007 (void\*) \[RSP+68 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+70 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+78 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+80 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+88 \] 0x1E009D98800 (void\*) \[RSP+90 \] 0x1E0962BD900 (bhkWorld\*) \[RSP+98 \] 0x1E009D987FC (void\*) \[RSP+A0 \] 0xE (size\_t) \[RSP+A8 \] 0x1E03019C4DE (size\_t) \[RSP+B0 \] 0x1DF417F52B0 (void\*) \[RSP+B8 \] 0x7FF70020233A (size\_t) \[RSP+C0 \] 0x7FF74C9096C8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2C496C8) \[RSP+C8 \] 0x1E0960D3BC0 (void\*) \[RSP+D0 \] 0x7FF700000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+D8 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E0 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E8 \] 0x1E000000000 (void\*) \[RSP+F0 \] 0x1E063449D00 (BGSCombinedCellGeometryDB::LoadTask\*) \[RSP+F8 \] 0x7FF74A029321 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+0369321) \[RSP+100\] 0x1E0633FA240 (void\*) \[RSP+108\] 0x7FF74B7D093F (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1B1093F) \[RSP+110\] 0x1DFFF2EAB00 (TESObjectCELL\*) File: "PRP.esp" Flags: 0x0004000B Form ID: 0x00017DF7 Form Type: 63 Full Name: "Museum of Freedom" \[RSP+118\] 0x1E0E067C430 (size\_t) \[RSP+120\] 0x6EC49BF1E4 (void\*) \[RSP+128\] 0x6EC49BF1C0 (void\*) \[RSP+130\] 0x1DFF40D2B00 (IOManager\*) \[RSP+138\] 0x1DF417F52B0 (void\*) \[RSP+140\] 0x966939A4 (size\_t) \[RSP+148\] 0x1E063449D00 (BGSCombinedCellGeometryDB::LoadTask\*) \[RSP+150\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+158\] 0x1DFFF2EAB00 (TESObjectCELL\*) File: "PRP.esp" Flags: 0x0004000B Form ID: 0x00017DF7 Form Type: 63 Full Name: "Museum of Freedom" \[RSP+160\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[RSP+168\] 0x7FF74A03181C (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+037181C) \[RSP+170\] 0x1E (size\_t) \[RSP+178\] 0x7FF75E83E45C (size\_t) \[RSP+180\] 0x6067C430 (size\_t) \[RSP+188\] 0xEC3BD925 (size\_t) \[RSP+190\] 0x1E063449D00 (BGSCombinedCellGeometryDB::LoadTask\*) \[RSP+198\] 0x7FF74A02CB8E (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+036CB8E) \[RSP+1A0\] 0x1E063449D00 (BGSCombinedCellGeometryDB::LoadTask\*) \[RSP+1A8\] 0x1DF417F52B0 (void\*) \[RSP+1B0\] 0x966939A4 (size\_t) \[RSP+1B8\] 0x1E (size\_t) \[RSP+1C0\] 0x2 (size\_t) \[RSP+1C8\] 0x7FF74B9638C2 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1CA38C2) \[RSP+1D0\] 0x2 (size\_t) \[RSP+1D8\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[RSP+1E0\] 0x2 (size\_t) \[RSP+1E8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+1F0\] 0x32 (size\_t) \[RSP+1F8\] 0x1E (size\_t) \[RSP+200\] 0x2 (size\_t) \[RSP+208\] 0x3 (size\_t) \[RSP+210\] 0x12C (size\_t) \[RSP+218\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[RSP+220\] 0x1DFF40D2B00 (IOManager\*) \[RSP+228\] 0x7FF74B963C1C (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1CA3C1C) \[RSP+230\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+238\] 0x7FF700000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+240\] 0x1E063449D00 (BGSCombinedCellGeometryDB::LoadTask\*) \[RSP+248\] 0x30D40 (size\_t) \[RSP+250\] 0x4096CBE5 (size\_t) \[RSP+258\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+260\] 0x1DFFF2EAB00 (TESObjectCELL\*) File: "PRP.esp" Flags: 0x0004000B Form ID: 0x00017DF7 Form Type: 63 Full Name: "Museum of Freedom" \[RSP+268\] 0x1DFF4062080 (PlayerCharacter\*) Object Reference: File: "You Are Exceptional.esp" Flags: 0x00040009 Form ID: 0x00000007 Form Type: 45 File: "" Flags: 0x00420448 Form ID: 0x00000014 Form Type: 65 \[RSP+270\] 0xFFFFFFFF (size\_t) \[RSP+278\] 0x6EC49BF6E4 (void\*) \[RSP+280\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+288\] 0x7FF74AB7CA24 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+0EBCA24) \[RSP+290\] 0x6E00000001 (size\_t) \[RSP+298\] 0x6EC49BF4D0 (void\*) \[RSP+2A0\] 0x1DF1C18FE00 (void\*) \[RSP+2A8\] 0x1DFF40625F8 (void\*) \[RSP+2B0\] 0x1DFF4614E00 (void\*) \[RSP+2B8\] 0x1DFF4614E00 (void\*) \[RSP+2C0\] 0xFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF (size\_t) \[RSP+2C8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+2D0\] 0x440D0000 (size\_t) \[RSP+2D8\] 0xC2580000 (size\_t) \[RSP+2E0\] 0x20 (size\_t) \[RSP+2E8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+2F0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+2F8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+300\] 0xFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF (size\_t) \[RSP+308\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+310\] 0xA6DA89653331 (size\_t) \[RSP+318\] 0x7FF74AFF0B5F (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1330B5F) \[RSP+320\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+328\] 0x4044F5 (void\* -> XINPUT1\_3.dll+00044F5) \[RSP+330\] 0x1DF1C0D2088 (void\*) \[RSP+338\] 0x7FF749E4D27B (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+018D27B) \[RSP+340\] 0x440D0000 (size\_t) \[RSP+348\] 0xBF8000004284F738 (size\_t) \[RSP+350\] 0x35033379 (size\_t) \[RSP+358\] 0x7FFCFBDBBDCE (void\* -> Buffout4.dll+004BDCE) \[RSP+360\] 0x1DF1C0D2088 (void\*) \[RSP+368\] 0x7FF749CE44E3 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+00244E3) \[RSP+370\] 0x7FF74C909DB8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2C49DB8) \[RSP+378\] 0x6EC49BF540 (void\*) \[RSP+380\] 0x1DFF45807F0 (void\*) \[RSP+388\] 0x1DFF4062080 (PlayerCharacter\*) Object Reference: File: "You Are Exceptional.esp" Flags: 0x00040009 Form ID: 0x00000007 Form Type: 45 File: "" Flags: 0x00420448 Form ID: 0x00000014 Form Type: 65 \[RSP+390\] 0x1DFF4580808 (void\*) \[RSP+398\] 0x7FF749E4C85D (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+018C85D) \[RSP+3A0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+3A8\] 0x6EC49BF539 (void\*) \[RSP+3B0\] 0x1DF1C3B99D0 (void\*) \[RSP+3B8\] 0x7FF74A054B20 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+0394B20) \[RSP+3C0\] 0x1E014C86140 (void\*) \[RSP+3C8\] 0x7FF74B7D09C3 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1B109C3) \[RSP+3D0\] 0x7FF74C909DB8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2C49DB8) \[RSP+3D8\] 0x6EC49BF520 (void\*) \[RSP+3E0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+3E8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+3F0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+3F8\] 0x7FF700000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+400\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+408\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+410\] 0x6E00000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+418\] 0x7FF700000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+420\] 0x1DFF4062080 (PlayerCharacter\*) Object Reference: File: "You Are Exceptional.esp" Flags: 0x00040009 Form ID: 0x00000007 Form Type: 45 File: "" Flags: 0x00420448 Form ID: 0x00000014 Form Type: 65 \[RSP+428\] 0xFFFFFFFF (size\_t) \[RSP+430\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+438\] 0x1DFF40625F8 (void\*) \[RSP+440\] 0x1DF1C3B99D0 (void\*) \[RSP+448\] 0x6EC49BF758 (void\*) \[RSP+450\] 0x6EC49BF760 (void\*) \[RSP+458\] 0x7FF749DBEE12 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+00FEE12) \[RSP+460\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+468\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+470\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+478\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+480\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+488\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+490\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+498\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4A0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4A8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4B0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4B8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4C0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4C8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4D0\] 0x1DF00000000 (void\*) \[RSP+4D8\] 0x1DFF4062080 (PlayerCharacter\*) Object Reference: File: "You Are Exceptional.esp" Flags: 0x00040009 Form ID: 0x00000007 Form Type: 45 File: "" Flags: 0x00420448 Form ID: 0x00000014 Form Type: 65 \[RSP+4E0\] 0x1DF1C18FE01 (void\*) \[RSP+4E8\] 0x1DF1C18FE01 (void\*) \[RSP+4F0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4F8\] 0x7FF74F8A8000 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8000) \[RSP+500\] 0x1DFF40625F8 (void\*) \[RSP+508\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+510\] 0x6EC49BF760 (void\*) \[RSP+518\] 0x7FF74AB5B7CB (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+0E9B7CB) \[RSP+520\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+528\] 0x6EC49BF758 (void\*) \[RSP+530\] 0x1DF1C3B99D0 (void\*) \[RSP+538\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[RSP+540\] 0x47A01000C7500800 (size\_t) \[RSP+548\] 0x3F80000045E814B7 (size\_t) \[RSP+550\] 0xCB4A29F10001 (size\_t) \[RSP+558\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+560\] 0x1E005328A40 (BGSLocation\*) File: "Unofficial Fallout 4 Patch.esp" Flags: 0x00000009 Form ID: 0x0001D807 Form Type: 107 Full Name: "Museum of Freedom" \[RSP+568\] 0x3F80000045600000 (size\_t) \[RSP+570\] 0x7FF7503E3AB8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+6723AB8) \[RSP+578\] 0x7FF74C5211A9 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+28611A9) \[RSP+580\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+588\] 0x1DFFF2EAB00 (TESObjectCELL\*) File: "PRP.esp" Flags: 0x0004000B Form ID: 0x00017DF7 Form Type: 63 Full Name: "Museum of Freedom" \[RSP+590\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+598\] 0x440D0000 (size\_t) \[RSP+5A0\] 0xC2800000 (size\_t) \[RSP+5A8\] 0xBFC90FD980000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+5B0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+5B8\] 0x7FF749FFD9C0 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+033D9C0) \[RSP+5C0\] 0x1DFFFFD1E40 (TESObjectREFR\*) Object Reference: File: "Fallout4.esm" Flags: 0x00000019 Form ID: 0x00077CFC Form Type: 32 File: "Fallout4.esm" Flags: 0x00000409 Form ID: 0x0001AC07 Form Type: 64 \[RSP+5C8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+5D0\] 0x10000000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+5D8\] 0xFFFFFF01 (size\_t) \[RSP+5E0\] 0x1DF1C151DE0 (void\*) \[RSP+5E8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+5F0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+5F8\] 0x7FF700000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+600\] 0x7FF7503E3AF0 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+6723AF0) \[RSP+608\] 0x7FF74C5211A9 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+28611A9) \[RSP+610\] 0x2 (size\_t) \[RSP+618\] 0x10000000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+620\] 0x2000000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+628\] 0xC0F (size\_t) \[RSP+630\] 0x7FF74C90A948 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2C4A948) \[RSP+638\] 0x7FF7503E3AF0 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+6723AF0) \[RSP+640\] 0x7FF7503E3AD8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+6723AD8) \[RSP+648\] 0x7FF74C520BDB (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2860BDB) \[RSP+650\] 0x2 (size\_t) \[RSP+658\] 0x7FF74C5418FE (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+28818FE) \[RSP+660\] 0x1E012704A60 (void\*) \[RSP+668\] 0x1E0339F1440 (BSFadeNode\*) Name: "MetalBarrel02" \[RSP+670\] 0x7FF74C90A948 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2C4A948) \[RSP+678\] 0x7FF7503E3AD8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+6723AD8) \[RSP+680\] 0x1E0968CFBE0 (void\*) \[RSP+688\] 0x7FF74C540FC3 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2880FC3) \[RSP+690\] 0x2 (size\_t) \[RSP+698\] 0x1E01011E700 (char\*) "@" \[RSP+6A0\] 0x1E011486C00 (void\*) \[RSP+6A8\] 0x1E01149D420 (void\*) \[RSP+6B0\] 0x1E011486C00 (void\*) \[RSP+6B8\] 0x7FF74C4ED51D (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+282D51D) \[RSP+6C0\] 0x1DF1C19A400 (BSShaderAccumulator\*) \[RSP+6C8\] 0x1DF4F444880 (BSSkyShaderProperty\*) Name: "01\_VW\_Oben\_O" \[RSP+6D0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+6D8\] 0x1DF1C19A400 (BSShaderAccumulator\*) \[RSP+6E0\] 0xCB4A29F109C7 (size\_t) \[RSP+6E8\] 0x6EC49BF878 (void\*) \[RSP+6F0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+6F8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+700\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+708\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+710\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+718\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+720\] 0x1DF417F6818 (void\*) \[RSP+728\] 0x7FF74F8A8080 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8080) \[RSP+730\] 0x7FF74F8A8088 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8088) \[RSP+738\] 0x1E0124ED600 (BSShaderAccumulator\*) \[RSP+740\] 0x1E04C0FC900 (BSLightingShaderProperty\*) Name: "C:\\Projects\\Fallout4\\Build\\PC\\Data\\materials\\Architecture\\Buildings\\WoodTrimWhite01.BGSM" \[RSP+748\] 0x7FF74C4ECEEE (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+282CEEE) \[RSP+750\] 0x1E0968CFBE0 (void\*) \[RSP+758\] 0x1E0124ED600 (BSShaderAccumulator\*) \[RSP+760\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+768\] 0x1DF417F6800 (void\*) \[RSP+770\] 0x1DF417F6810 (void\*) \[RSP+778\] 0x7FF74C521B67 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2861B67) \[RSP+780\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+788\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+790\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+798\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+7A0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+7A8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+7B0\] 0x7FF74F8A8084 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8084) \[RSP+7B8\] 0x7FF74F8A8080 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8080) \[RSP+7C0\] 0x7FF74F8A8088 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8088) \[RSP+7C8\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[RSP+7D0\] 0x1DF1C18FE40 (void\*) \[RSP+7D8\] 0x6EC2B2FAB0 (void\*) \[RSP+7E0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+7E8\] 0x7FF74AA00D85 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+0D40D85) \[RSP+7F0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+7F8\] 0x7FF700000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+800\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+808\] 0x7FFD86234201 (void\* -> KERNELBASE.dll+0034201) \[RSP+810\] 0x7FF74F8A8BB8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8BB8) \[RSP+818\] 0x7FF74B810F26 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1B50F26) \[RSP+820\] 0x7FF74F8A8BB8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8BB8) \[RSP+828\] 0x7FF74F8A8BB8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8BB8) \[RSP+830\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+838\] 0x7FFD862678CD (void\* -> KERNELBASE.dll+00678CD) \[RSP+840\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+848\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+850\] 0x7FF74F8BEA40 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BFEA40) \[RSP+858\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[RSP+860\] 0x7FF74F8A8B48 (BSJobs::JobThread\*) \[RSP+868\] 0x7FF74B811432 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1B51432) \[RSP+870\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[RSP+878\] 0x7FF74F8A8B68 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8B68) \[RSP+880\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+888\] 0x6EC49BFA20 (void\*) \[RSP+890\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+898\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+8A0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+8A8\] 0x7FF74B813F67 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1B53F67) \[RSP+8B0\] 0x7FF74F8A8B48 (BSJobs::JobThread\*) \[RSP+8B8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+8C0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+8C8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+8D0\] 0x7FF74F8A8B48 (BSJobs::JobThread\*) \[RSP+8D8\] 0x7FF74B7DCFED (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1B1CFED) \[RSP+8E0\] 0x4C14 (size\_t) \[RSP+8E8\] 0x6EC49BFA40 (void\*) \[RSP+8F0\] 0x1DF1C16BC90 (void\*) \[RSP+8F8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+900\] 0x7FF74F8A8B48 (BSJobs::JobThread\*) \[RSP+908\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+910\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+918\] 0x7FFD8685257D (void\* -> KERNEL32.DLL+001257D) \[RSP+920\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+928\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+930\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+938\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+940\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+948\] 0x7FFD8890AA48 (void\* -> ntdll.dll+005AA48) \[RSP+950\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+958\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+960\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+968\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+970\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+978\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+980\] 0x89827F0E00000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+988\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+990\] 0x4F0FFFFFB30 (size\_t) \[RSP+998\] 0x7FFD8635CBB0 (void\* -> KERNELBASE.dll+015CBB0) \[RSP+9A0\] 0x6EC49BE280 (void\*) \[RSP+9A8\] 0xD2F80001FFF43EDE (size\_t) \[RSP+9B0\] 0x7FFD0FB7B4BE (size\_t) \[RSP+9B8\] 0x6EC49BE280 (void\*) \[RSP+9C0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+9C8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+9D0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+9D8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+9E0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+9E8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+9F0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+9F8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A00\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A08\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A10\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A18\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A20\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A28\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A30\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A38\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A40\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A48\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A50\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A58\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A60\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A68\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A70\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A78\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A80\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A88\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A90\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A98\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+AA0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+AA8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+AB0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+AB8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+AC0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+AC8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+AD0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+AD8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+AE0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+AE8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+AF0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+AF8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B00\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B08\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B10\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B18\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B20\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B28\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B30\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B38\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B40\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B48\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B50\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B58\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B60\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B68\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B70\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B78\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B80\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B88\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B90\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+B98\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+BA0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+BA8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+BB0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+BB8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+BC0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+BC8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+BD0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+BD8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+BE0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+BE8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+BF0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+BF8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C00\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C08\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C10\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C18\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C20\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C28\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C30\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C38\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C40\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C48\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C50\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C58\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C60\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C68\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C70\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C78\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C80\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C88\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C90\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+C98\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+CA0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+CA8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+CB0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+CB8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+CC0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+CC8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+CD0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+CD8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+CE0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+CE8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+CF0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+CF8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D00\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D08\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D10\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D18\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D20\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D28\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D30\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D38\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D40\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D48\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D50\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D58\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D60\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D68\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D70\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D78\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D80\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D88\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D90\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+D98\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+DA0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+DA8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+DB0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+DB8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+DC0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+DC8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+DD0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+DD8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+DE0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+DE8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+DF0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+DF8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E00\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E08\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E10\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E18\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E20\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E28\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E30\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E38\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E40\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E48\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E50\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E58\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E60\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E68\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E70\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E78\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E80\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E88\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E90\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E98\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+EA0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+EA8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+EB0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+EB8\] 0x0 (size\_t) 

MODULES:

XINPUT1\_3.dll 0x000000400000 mdnsNSP.dll 0x00006C1F0000 steam\_api64.dll 0x00006C330000 X3DAudio1\_7.dll 0x00006C370000 d3d11.dll 0x000180000000 PSAPI.DLL 0x01DF00000000 Fallout4.exe 0x7FF749CC0000 ResampleDmo.DLL 0x7FFCF9680000 DSOUND.DLL 0x7FFCF9740000 XAudio2\_7.dll 0x7FFCF99B0000 d3dcompiler\_46e.dll 0x7FFCFA2A0000 gameoverlayrenderer64.dll 0x7FFCFA6A0000 XDI.dll 0x7FFCFA840000 UnlimitedSurvivalMode.dll 0x7FFCFA8B0000 ToYourFaceFO4.dll 0x7FFCFA900000 SprintSpeedController.dll 0x7FFCFA950000 RobCo\_Patcher.dll 0x7FFCFA9A0000 RememberPickAngleUpdated.dll 0x7FFCFAA80000 ReloadFix.dll 0x7FFCFAB40000 PRKF.dll 0x7FFCFAEE0000 PrivateProfileRedirector.dll 0x7FFCFAF70000 pppl.dll 0x7FFCFAFD0000 po3\_SimpleOffenceSuppressionF4.dll 0x7FFCFB010000 Outfit-ReDress-Fix.dll 0x7FFCFB0A0000 mcm.dll 0x7FFCFB3E0000 LighthousePapyrusExtender.dll 0x7FFCFB480000 Interior-NavCut-Fix.dll 0x7FFCFB5B0000 HighFPSPhysicsFix.dll 0x7FFCFB600000 GCBugFix.dll 0x7FFCFB690000 GardenOfEdenPapyrusExtender.dll 0x7FFCFB6F0000 EnergyWeaponCalcFix.dll 0x7FFCFB990000 crafting\_highlight\_fix.dll 0x7FFCFBB70000 ClassicHolsteredWeapons.dll 0x7FFCFBBC0000 CCExtenderF4.dll 0x7FFCFBC70000 BulletCountedReload.dll 0x7FFCFBCE0000 Buffout4.dll 0x7FFCFBD70000 BakaMaxPapyrusOps.dll 0x7FFCFC0D0000 BackportedBA2Support.dll 0x7FFCFC180000 steamclient64.dll 0x7FFCFD7D0000 D3DCOMPILER\_43.dll 0x7FFCFEE50000 cudart64\_75.dll 0x7FFCFF0C0000 GFSDK\_GodraysLib.x64.dll 0x7FFCFF120000 GFSDK\_SSAO\_D3D11.win64.dll 0x7FFCFF180000 MSVCR110.dll 0x7FFCFF210000 flexRelease\_x64.dll 0x7FFCFF2F0000 IPHLPAPI.DLL 0x7FFCFF440000 MSVCP110.dll 0x7FFCFFA00000 f4se\_1\_10\_163.dll 0x7FFCFFAB0000 BlockingOverhaul.dll 0x7FFD194E0000 msdmo.dll 0x7FFD19BD0000 bink2w64.dll 0x7FFD1A610000 tier0\_s64.dll 0x7FFD1A750000 encounter\_zone\_recalculation.dll 0x7FFD1AA00000 BetterConsole.dll 0x7FFD1AA30000 WeaponDebrisCrashFix.dll 0x7FFD21660000 ArmorPenetrationBugFix.dll 0x7FFD21680000 vstdlib\_s64.dll 0x7FFD216D0000 f4se\_steam\_loader.dll 0x7FFD22580000 SprintStutteringFix.dll 0x7FFD22640000 d3dx11\_43.dll 0x7FFD41360000 nvToolsExt64\_1.dll 0x7FFD413B0000 flexExtRelease\_x64.dll 0x7FFD41490000 usvfs\_x64.dll 0x7FFD477B0000 webio.dll 0x7FFD48CD0000 ncryptsslp.dll 0x7FFD5E130000 CONCRT140.dll 0x7FFD5E4C0000 winmmbase.dll 0x7FFD5FE30000 Windows.UI.dll 0x7FFD5FE60000 VCRUNTIME140.dll 0x7FFD68C60000 VCRUNTIME140\_1.dll 0x7FFD68C80000 MSVCP140.dll 0x7FFD68C90000 textinputframework.dll 0x7FFD6D960000 OneCoreCommonProxyStub.dll 0x7FFD6DB70000 nvwgf2umx.dll 0x7FFD6E290000 AUDIOSES.DLL 0x7FFD72490000 MMDevApi.dll 0x7FFD72CF0000 WINSPOOL.DRV 0x7FFD73BC0000 COMCTL32.dll 0x7FFD73C70000 MpOav.dll 0x7FFD74560000 amsi.dll 0x7FFD745F0000 fastprox.dll 0x7FFD74B10000 nvgpucomp64.dll 0x7FFD74FA0000 wbemsvc.dll 0x7FFD77BF0000 NvMessageBus.dll 0x7FFD77CB0000 wbemcomn.dll 0x7FFD78050000 nvapi64.dll 0x7FFD780D0000 drvstore.dll 0x7FFD79FD0000 MSIMG32.dll 0x7FFD7A150000 wbemprox.dll 0x7FFD7A260000 cryptnet.dll 0x7FFD7A2E0000 nvldumdx.dll 0x7FFD7A360000 OneCoreUAPCommonProxyStub.dll 0x7FFD7A690000 WINMM.dll 0x7FFD7AD30000 VERSION.dll 0x7FFD7B250000 rasadhlp.dll 0x7FFD7B260000 fwpuclnt.dll 0x7FFD7B490000 dhcpcsvc.DLL 0x7FFD7C640000 dhcpcsvc6.DLL 0x7FFD7C660000 WINHTTP.dll 0x7FFD7CF50000 CoreUIComponents.dll 0x7FFD7D850000 avrt.dll 0x7FFD7DE60000 directxdatabasehelper.dll 0x7FFD7DFA0000 d3d11.dll 0x7FFD7F450000 dcomp.dll 0x7FFD7F6B0000 CoreMessaging.dll 0x7FFD7FD50000 MSVCP140\_ATOMIC\_WAIT.dll 0x7FFD7FEC0000 apphelp.dll 0x7FFD80130000 UxTheme.dll 0x7FFD80230000 dxgi.dll 0x7FFD80550000 dwmapi.dll 0x7FFD80660000 WINNSI.DLL 0x7FFD80700000 dxcore.dll 0x7FFD80740000 DbgHelp.dll 0x7FFD83220000 resourcepolicyclient.dll 0x7FFD83660000 wintypes.dll 0x7FFD83990000 windows.storage.dll 0x7FFD83AD0000 HID.DLL 0x7FFD843D0000 IpHlpAPI.dll 0x7FFD846A0000 DNSAPI.dll 0x7FFD846D0000 UMPDC.dll 0x7FFD849F0000 POWRPROF.dll 0x7FFD84A10000 Secur32.dll 0x7FFD84A80000 schannel.DLL 0x7FFD84B00000 kernel.appcore.dll 0x7FFD84C00000 rsaenh.dll 0x7FFD84C20000 SSPICLI.DLL 0x7FFD84F00000 MSWSOCK.dll 0x7FFD85110000 USERENV.dll 0x7FFD851B0000 CRYPTSP.dll 0x7FFD85330000 CRYPTBASE.DLL 0x7FFD85350000 wldp.dll 0x7FFD85460000 NTASN1.dll 0x7FFD85510000 ncrypt.dll 0x7FFD85550000 msasn1.dll 0x7FFD85860000 devobj.dll 0x7FFD85880000 CFGMGR32.dll 0x7FFD858B0000 DPAPI.DLL 0x7FFD85920000 profapi.dll 0x7FFD85B00000 msvcp\_win.dll 0x7FFD85BD0000 wintrust.dll 0x7FFD85C70000 gdi32full.dll 0x7FFD85CE0000 ucrtbase.dll 0x7FFD85E00000 win32u.dll 0x7FFD85F20000 CRYPT32.dll 0x7FFD85F50000 bcryptPrimitives.dll 0x7FFD86180000 KERNELBASE.dll 0x7FFD86200000 bcrypt.dll 0x7FFD865B0000 IMM32.DLL 0x7FFD865E0000 msvcrt.dll 0x7FFD86690000 shcore.dll 0x7FFD86740000 KERNEL32.DLL 0x7FFD86840000 SHELL32.dll 0x7FFD86910000 USER32.dll 0x7FFD87200000 SHLWAPI.dll 0x7FFD87430000 NSI.dll 0x7FFD87550000 OLEAUT32.dll 0x7FFD87560000 RPCRT4.dll 0x7FFD87640000 combase.dll 0x7FFD87780000 COMDLG32.dll 0x7FFD87B10000 sechost.dll 0x7FFD87C10000 MSCTF.dll 0x7FFD87CC0000 imagehlp.dll 0x7FFD87E20000 ole32.dll 0x7FFD88010000 SETUPAPI.dll 0x7FFD881C0000 GDI32.dll 0x7FFD88640000 ADVAPI32.dll 0x7FFD88670000 clbcatq.dll 0x7FFD88740000 WS2\_32.dll 0x7FFD887F0000 ntdll.dll 0x7FFD888B0000 

F4SE PLUGINS:

ArmorPenetrationBugFix.dll v1 BackportedBA2Support.dll v1 BakaMaxPapyrusOps.dll v1.1 BetterConsole.dll BlockingOverhaul.dll v1 Buffout4.dll v1.28.6 BulletCountedReload.dll CCExtenderF4.dll v1.2 ClassicHolsteredWeapons.dll crafting\_highlight\_fix.dll encounter\_zone\_recalculation.dll EnergyWeaponCalcFix.dll v1 GardenOfEdenPapyrusExtender.dll v18 GCBugFix.dll v1 HighFPSPhysicsFix.dll Interior-NavCut-Fix.dll v1.0.3 LighthousePapyrusExtender.dll v1.4 mcm.dll Outfit-ReDress-Fix.dll v1 po3\_SimpleOffenceSuppressionF4.dll v1 pppl.dll PrivateProfileRedirector.dll PRKF.dll ReloadFix.dll v1.2.4 RememberPickAngleUpdated.dll RobCo\_Patcher.dll v3.6 SprintSpeedController.dll v1 SprintStutteringFix.dll ToYourFaceFO4.dll UnlimitedSurvivalMode.dll WeaponDebrisCrashFix.dll XDI.dll 

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I am currently trying to compute where two orbits located on the same plane (zero inclination), but having different arguments of periapsis are going to intersect with each other. I already solved the problem for 2 orbits if they are with the same argument of periapsis by using the following:

r(θ) = a(1-e^2)/(1 + e*cos(θ)) - distance from central body at True Anomaly. a - semi-major axis e - eccentricity θ - true anomaly 

In order for 2 orbits to intersect they have to be at the same distance so:
r1(θ)=r2(θ)

a1(1-e1^2)/(1 + e1*cos(θ))=a2(1-e2^2) /(1 + e2*cos(θ)) cos(θ) = (a1(1-e1^2) - a2(1-e2^2)) / (a2(1-e2^2) * e1 - a1(1-e1^2) * e2) 

I then compute the right side and if the value is between -1 and 1 then there is an intersection of the 2 orbits.
Arccos the right side and I get θ and 2*pi-θ are the angles of the 2 intersection points.
I can then compute r1(θ) and r1(2*pi-θ) and rotate it by the same angle plus the AoP and I got the position where the intersection would be (relative to the central body).
All good and simple.
But I am at a bit of a loss at how to do the same if the argument of periapsis does not match as the 2 cosines end up being different because the equation becomes:

r(θ) = a(1-e^2)/(1 + e*cos(θ-ω)) 

where ω is the AoP, θ becomes the sum of true anomaly and AoP so that θ-ω is the actual TA.
r1(θ)=r2(θ)

a1(1-e1^2)/(1 + e1*cos(θ-ω1))=a2(1-e2^2)/(1 + e2*cos(θ-ω2)) a1(1-e1^2)*(1+e2*cos(θ-ω2))=a2(1-e2^2)*(1 + e1*cos(θ-ω1)) a1(1-e1^2)+a1(1-e1^2)*e2*cos(θ-ω2)=a2(1-e2^2)+a2(1-e2^2)*e1*cos(θ-ω1) a1(1-e1^2)*e2*cos(θ-ω2)-a2(1-e2^2)*e1*cos(θ-ω1)=a2(1-e2^2)-a1(1-e1^2) 

I can turn the computable coefficients into the following:

A=-a2(1-e2^2)*e1 B=a1(1-e1^2)*e2 C=a2(1-e2^2)-a1(1-e1^2) 

So that I get the following equation:

A*cos(θ-ω1)+B*cos(θ-ω2)=C 

But I am at a loss at how to proceed from here. I know that cos(θ-ω)=cos(θ)*cos(ω)+sin(θ)*sin(ω) and then I can compute the cos(ω)/sin(ω) part as the AoP is known. But that leaves me with both a cos(θ) and a sin(θ) which I am not sure how to convert further so that it becomes easily solvable.

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I've read many posts in this subreddit objecting to Sunday's philosophy on the basis that Sunday's ideals deprive other inhabitants of Penacony of their free will. I think that this does not strike at the heart of why one should object to Sunday's principles. I happen to have some formal training on the subject, so I will try my best to explain why Sunday's beliefs are objectionable. It is important to not simply get the direction of our opinions correct, but also the reason for believing the way we do correct as well.
In this post, I will address Sunday's philosophy and steel-man his arguments (i.e. addressing his arguments for their strongest possible position). I think that many people have felt that there is something right about Sunday's arguments -- we can look at this post for example. Using concepts from real-world political science scholarship, we can find that Sunday's arguments are not morally wrong. I will proceed to provide actual criticisms of Sunday's arguments after addressing our intuitive feelings to agree with Sunday.
A key assumption I make here is that we agree with Sunday/Robin/MC that freedom is good, and we want to maximize freedom under any regime or philosophy we adopt. From this angle, both Sunday and Robin + MC are correct, albeit that Sunday makes a critical misstep in execution that undermines the legitimacy of his entire plan. I'll explain it in the following sections.

Decomposing Sunday's Philosophy: Two principles

Sunday's philosophy can be broken down into two main principles: (1) people should not have to suffer because of their bodily constitution/environment/wealth; and (2) people should have the freedom to use their free time however they like, to achieve their own goals. I'll refer to (1) as the "Firefly principle", and (2) as the "Weekend principle".
Intuitively, we may find that there is nothing wrong with these two principles I've mentioned. This is why we might feel like we should agree with Sunday's ideals. How do we justify our feelings using robust academic concepts?
We can look at this through the idea of "negative" and "positive" liberty by scholar Isiah Berlin. This is the idea that freedom can be defined in two forms: (1) freedom from interference by others (including the environment); and (2) freedom to do things by being empowered with the means to do a given thing.

Negative freedom and the Firefly principle

We'll start with negative freedom and how it is promoted by the "Firefly principle". Basically, Sunday's argument is that people will be more free if they are removed from constraints of health, social status and wealth. Intuition suggests that this is correct, and we are right to follow that intuition. No one should have suffer more than others because they're born into worse circumstances. The famous social justice philosopher John Rawls would say that this suffering due to circumstances not of our own making is arbitrary and unfair.
People affected by their circumstances enjoy less freedom than others because they need to work hardework longecope with more challenges in order to simply live. This extra strain, from factors they cannot control, can be considered interference on a given person. They are forced to suffer the reductions in resources (time, money, etc.) in order to deal with the interference. I call this the Firefly principle because Firefly is the example Sunday uses when talking about this. Firefly is forced to deal with Entropy Loss Syndrome inherent to her circumstances of birth against her will, and has stated that she'd lead a far different life if she weren't bound to her circumstances. The way these circumstances of health, social status and wealth affect a person, against their will, directly contradicts the idea of negative liberty and being free from interference.
On the other hand, Sunday's proposal of removing this factors is convincing because we can see that it really increases the negative freedom of all people. They can reclaim resources that would otherwise be lost to the effects of interference from their circumstances of (lacking) health, social status and wealth. Assuming that we all believe that a greater freedom is preferable to a more limited one, it is clear that Sunday's philosophy, or at least the Firefly principle, is desirable.
In sum, the injustice of this arbitrariness makes us feel that the constraints of health, social status and wealth are morally bad; it is why we feel repulsed by it and in turn attracted to Sunday's ideas.

Positive Freedom and the Weekend principle

We move on to the idea of positive freedom and how we get more of it by following the Weekend principle. The one line that is most striking to most players is Sunday's example of an eternal succession of weekends to replace the working week. This is actually an extreme example which has overshadowed the underlying political position that Sunday holds, which led him to say such a thing. Sunday just wants to give people more resources -- in terms of time -- so that they may be free to pursue their life goals/ambitions. In political science, we call this the "life plan": it refers to what people want to do with their lives, given the resources that they have.
The relationship between the Weekend principle and positive freedom is a simple one. Being given time empowers one (i.e. increases one's positive freedom) because one has access to more resources to accomplish more of what they want. Again, intuitively, we see this as a good thing. We want people to be able to better pursue their dreams, to do what they want to do. To do things requires resources, and Sunday's proposal frees up more resources for people to use on their life goals.

Sunday's problem -- Unilateralism

There is, in fact, nothing wrong with Sunday's philosophy insofar as we consider these two principles. It is the reason that March and Himeko mention that it is difficult to refute Sunday's philosophy in the scene right before the first time you fight Dominicus. If we appreciate freedom and believe it to be desirable for all, Sunday's proposal is morally consistent with our want and appreciation of widespread freedoms.
We set aside the question of whether something done in a dream is as real as something done in reality. It is my belief that the dream/reality thing muddles the scholarly debate regarding Sunday's philosophy, since it is conventionally difficult for one to believe that something done in a dream is more significant that something done in reality. That sort of discussion is probably better left to students of philosophy, who can better argue about the significance of dreams and reality, rather than students of political science. I will deal strictly with the political implications of Sunday's philosophy.
The main problem with Sunday's philosophy is unilateralism. People have been right to point out that Sunday "did not ask for consent". In scholarly terms, we call this despotic/undemocratic behavior. Sunday has not consulted with anyone; he has not engaged in public deliberation; he is using power to enforce the system of government he wants.
Lack of consent is a big issue of course, but a greater concern is dictatorship. Sunday claims that he will be the only person awake, or something along those lines, but it is really a fancy way of saying that he will be sole dictator to dreamland, albeit a utopian one. Ancient philosophers like Plato and Aristotle might actually agree with Sunday's ideas: they had a deep distrust of the follies of the masses, and would rather a capable hand steer the ship of state. This is likely the role Sunday envisions himself in. That is, Sunday sees himself as the enlightened person who will manage paradise in its inhabitants' stead.
The problem arises from the fact that there is no democratic consultation. Classic arguments against dictatorships will apply to Sunday: what happens if he makes an error in judgment? What if he is unable to adequately respond to peoples' needs, even with the power and networking of The Family and its members combined? These are very pragmatic issues that any ruling organization will face, which I imagine will be an even greater problem for Sunday's lonesome.
To tie this back to our objective of promoting freedom, we observe that under Sunday's arrangement, no-one is guaranteed their freedom under Sunday's dictatorship. One may consider themselves free when Sunday's management aligns with their own interests and objectives, but we cannot guarantee the continuity of this alignment into the future. Those who have their goals misaligned with Sunday's vision of utopia will find themselves necessarily unfree, and with no recourse to alter, replace or escape Sunday's government. The prospect of becoming this group of people who are not adequately represented by Sunday undermines Sunday's entire project of increasing the freedom of the weak.

Conclusion (or TL;DR I guess)

Not only does Sunday face significant problems in running Penacony as its sole manager, he also runs the risk of being unrepresentative due to his unilateralism. Inhabitants of Penacony cannot be assured that Sunday will remain a benevolent ruler.
We know that he would likely be one because we have glimpses into his mind through the omniscient viewpoint of the player. However, no-one else in the story can be sure that Sunday will remain a responsive governor of Penacony. Further, there are no accountability mechanisms to depose Sunday and replace him with another leader should he turn out to be tyrannical or incompetent down the road.
In the field of Political Science, this is the problem of centralizing governmental powers. Generally, we want a government that can respond to the needs of its people. Many systems of government will try to avoid putting too much power in a single person, such that there may be checks and balances that will provide some way for people to hold government accountable for their actions and competence. Being able to choose one's government and its policies is a very important freedom. Sunday's benevolent dictatorship fails this requirement.
So how do we fix this? I highlighted the Firefly principle and the Weekend principle because they cohere very closely to real life ideas of socialism. The idea that people should be free from their circumstances, and should be free to apply themselves to whatever life plans they wish to pursue are key tenets of socialism. The only difference is that under socialism, people will decide societal priorities and use of social resources together in democratic fashion. It's entirely fine when people decide, out of their own volition, that they should use resources in a certain way that enhances their freedom. It is, however, problematic when this decision is done unilaterally, such as in Sunday's philosophy.
Outside of his dictatorial tendencies, Sunday really promotes some classic socialist ideas that are intended to address the moral badness of society's failure in addressing social inequalities and peoples' needs for self-fulfillment. He just needs more time to think over his philosophy and execute on it in a manner that is more democratic.
As a final word and to provide some further reading for those that have become interested in political science analysis, I recommend reading "Why not socialism" by scholar G.A. Cohen for a political-philosophical justification of Sunday's philosophy. It's a pretty short read (~20 pages?) and will help us better understand our intuitive agreement with Sunday's philosophy.

Blachowicz here.
Kept yah’ waiting, huh? Heh, sorry about that one, but I can explain. As we all know… we lost a few good men the last few months.
That’s the brutal part of a hybrid war like ours: We’re fighting a foe unconventional, with half our arsenal tied down because those who grant us authorization are either in disbelief of the true facts, or scared… or already assimilated. That being said our momentum recently was a change not seen in years, and because of that… despite the losses we have garnered, we were close through a breakthrough. One last night Krol pulls myself and other two must trusted squad leads into the back of our COP. There is one of our equipment cages, surrounded by m-bitter radios, tripods, and several hundred thousand dollars of equipment he brought us around a simple worn table. Before us he laid a map of eastern poland… red markings indicating cells that seemed to dot the countryside like a pestilence, or used to… as deep gashes of advance from raids had trisected their lines, even if ones did pop up in the interior.
It was a back and forth; an outside virus infecting Polska at it’s heart, and we were the antibodies sent to drive them out. To which… Major Krol points to one of the largest symbol on the map: a dark red diamond, the NATO symbol for an enemy unit, deep inside of an untouched wooded area, adjacent to a mountain ridge. Several jagged lines indicated entrenchment, with red horizontal lines indicating possible enemy control… or our contested control, for over 20kms surrounding it. Letting us all look, the Major lit himself a cigarette.
“Sir, you sure it’s wise to smoke in here with the dive tanks just behind us” 1st Squad’s lead quipped. “Fuck off” Krol dryly said.
“Alright… this is it… this is the one we’ve been searching for for years, this is the nucleus my predecessor commander died trying to find” he says, pointing to it. Not far from Zamosc, it was almost touching the border with Belarus, the contested area indicating the Strigoi did operate over it… indicating one of the largest spill through points. “-It’s an old soviet bunker, made during their 1960s initiative it was designed to hold the munitions and manpower of several units in the event of a NATO first strike” Krol explained. “It’s gotta be massive then…” I said gazing at the map; “Didn’t the army demolish all of the old soviet hulks near Belarus to prevent any infiltrations?” 3rd Squad’s lead asked. “National Police took the effort over… and by extension, the Strigoi. It was halfway demo’ed before they burrowed into it and have been using it as a bridgehead ever since. This is it…” Krol said. He looked around at all of us, a sense of certainty I had never seen before as he blew smoke from his nostrils; “We’ve been fucking around in the dark for so long, it’s hard to believe we’ve made any progress, but this is it. With this gone, this will set them back over a decade and the momentum will finally shift into our favor… into Poland’s… -Europe’s”.
I swear there was almost a flash of joy, of pride in his eyes and a phantom of a smirk before reality set back in “That being said… we can’t leave this to chance, especially not something as important as this. We’re going to have to go there ourselves… clear through every inch of that place, and tear it all down, piece by piece. I will be straight with you all… when we go, there will be some of us that aren’t coming back. -but we are going… a whole generation is counting on us, and unborn billions rely on us to succeed”. We all nodded, a silent agreement washing over us as we took this upon ourselves. Echo-1 spoke up: “So… They’re authorizing a raid? How big?”. “We’re rolling in as a hard target, armor, explosives, and air support” Krol answered, taking a drag off his cigarette. “Aviation? How the hell did we get that approved, we’ve gotten attempts shot down four times due to those leeches” I said in disbelief. “There’s too much evidence here pointing to the human trafficking tied to their actions… We’ve finally got too much weight pinning them down, to keep the hammer from slamming into their necks” Krol chuckled. He looked around “Any questions?”. “When?” Echo-3 asked. “Three hours. We’re hitting them in the dead of night, only time we could get the birds authorized. Get your boys ready. We’re rolling out” Krol said, dying the cigarette bud out on the table. I can’t begin to tell you the euphoria we felt leaving that cage, as our men started arriving, they did so a lot quicker, and with their heads a lot higher than they had in weeks. As Second Squad’s lead we were going to be one of the main arms of attack into the bunker, thus I made sure we had a breacher loaded with enough thermite, charges, and tools to cut through anything. Our shield bearer we ready to go, as was our assaulters, grenadiers, and machine gunner. I double checked each and everyone of their weapons; ensuring the feeder paws of our squad’s belt fed were intact, making sure every breach charge we had was properly set and packed. There was going to be no mistakes, no slip ups. The margin of error needed to be the smallest it had ever been for us tonight if we were going to make the gore spilt worth it.
Finally… there on the outside of the building, the bright LED lights kept the darkness of the ensuing night at bay as the roar of our MRAPs could be heard. It was said once that war is 99% peace, and 1% chaos, they were right. The slow periods where the blood slowed and the doubt creeped in was the worst… yet we all kept it at bay. We needed to, there was going to be no backing down tonight. All three squads were up, all of us ready to go… we circled up… short stares and shaky nods telling us one things: We were in this together, till the end… the finish line so many before us had been searching for, we were being granted tonight.
A single set of footsteps could be heard as we turned, Major Krol stepping into the center. He took the last drag of a cigarette, throwing it down to the ground and stamping it out onto the damp concrete. He looked around… his chin strap blowing in the weak air as he met everyone of our gazes… then mine… then looked around. “I want you to remember every detail of tonight, as you have every other night… when you are situationally aware, scanning for the enemy, liberating the subjugated, I want you to remember the sting of anxiety, the shake of adrenaline, the chill of the bunker, the heat of your weapon as it cuts them down… because tonight we are going to write every fine detail of our victory, their defeat, in history…” Krol’s words echoed deep into our souls. He paused for a moment, staring around he looked down… a small pause before he said “When you are ruthless in combat, remember to be patient, and reserved in victory. This conflict is for our existence… a lot of innocents have bled due to the mistakes of those who failed to listen, a lot of our brothers are now laid under because we had to bridge the gap of uncertainty with their lives. We remember them now… but in an hour? We forget them… when we raise our barrels, when we cut into those foes, and we liberate Polska!! This does not end tonight, but history puts everything in it’s place, and patience is the companion of the victor… All of our hard work will be cemented, no matter the obstacles we face in that darkness… no matter the demons, the blood, no matter what incomprehensible horrors, we will make them comprehend that to invade our land, to bleed our people, the justice will be paid in full… Load up. It’s time*”*.
The purpose in our steps was heavy as we climbed the back ramps of the MRAPS; Four of the heavily armored vehicles, one for each squad with an additional for attached personnel including our JTAC, the term means Joint Terminal Attack Controllers. With air support requisitioned to us for this operations, there needs to be a definite liaison on the ground who can directly communicate to the birds, and coordinate their fire and progress. I’d worked with many of them in the past, resourceful guys, quick thinking though I guess that comes with the position they hold of needing to quickly figure out what bombs to drop, on which target, at what precise points, whilst taking contact. He loaded in the lead vehicle with Major Krol… and soon, our convoy kicked off.
The drive was several hours as myself and my squad sat in the back of that forty ton goliath, the rumbling of the engine keeping us awake as the crap heater fought to keep the cold from the outside frost from setting in. I looked around to each of them, some were catching some sleep because even with the circumstances… better to get all the energy you can, than to stay awake for nothing. Others were checking their weapons… My gunner locked eyes with me, the same one from the village extraction… many of these men I had trained with for a while now, fought with for months.
We may have met on unconventional circumstances but those in JW Grom thrive on austere chance and create opportunity from scratch. I was pulled from my thought by the sound of a transmission, my peltors were set up for dual comms so I could both receive information from the Major and other leads, whilst communicating with my team.
Krol himself sent out: [“Approximately 10 minutes from enemy AO…”]. As the rest of the squads acknowledged, I quickly sent out [“Echo-2 Copies”], before kicking the boots of any of them sleeping: “Look alive, we’re here”. Through the exterior net armor of the MRAPS, and the bars protecting the small reinforced windows, we could barely see jack shit. I reached up, turning off the overhead light as we all looked through our nods to scan the outside. A dark wall of dense trees was shown before us, making it difficult to see… in addition to night vision capabilities we had also requisitioned ourselves some thermals… when mounted onto rifles they were bulky, made it a pain to aim down quickly, but considering the supernatural capabilities of spotting our foes we needed every advantage necessary.
I flipped out one of my tubes… scanning the outside with my scope. I looked over to one of my assaulters who had been assigned to man the turret of the MRAP, seated near the view screen as he controlled the 50. Cal. Each of the vehicle turrets had been assigned a direction to cover… we took the 9 o’clock, the left flank. “See anything?” I asked. He shook his head; “Negative… wait… I’ve got two cold signatures, front left heading to our rear”.
I quickly scanned the far tree line, at approximately 60 meters off our left were two cold signatures… followed by a third heading to our front… then another. They were surrounding us, moving at speeds so fast I could barely keep my reticle on them. Is this what the National Police saw? What they faced at that lodge without the benefit of a foot of heavy armor protecting them on all sides. Then… suddenly. Something slammed into the side of our MRAP so hard, it caused it to shake. From over the leader comms, Echo-3 quickly shouted [“Contact right!! 4 hostiles!!”].
One of the Strigoi… so bold, had charged and slammed into the side of our MRAP. I quickly looked to see the figure, a dark blue mass of cold energy through my thermal, back away without so much as a stagger… as they tried to flee into the woods, the white hot justice of Echo-3’s gun fired at them, cutting them down. “Blachowicz I’ve got a few breaking for our vic” my man on the turret called out, I spun around, spotting out the window.
Just then, Major Krol announced [“weapons free, watch and shoot for targets of opportunity…”]. I turned to him… “take those fuckers out-”. Without hesitation my vic’s turret began to quickly target them, and through the darkness I saw a stream of outgoing fire bisect one of them, the ISR of the black blood freaking out the optic so badly it didn’t know what temperature to register it as… but it did register it. As another was cut down, one broke through the tree line and latched onto the side of our MRAP. The thing tore at one of the outer net armor panels, usually made to stop RPGs. It grabbed at the bars near the windows, tearing one off… I lowered my rifle as we locked eyes through the reinforced window.
The thing… the Strigoi looked at me, skin cracked as putrefied muscle fibers seemed to leak through dead flesh. It’s teeth were corroded and worn down to sharp fragments, alongside newly mutated fangs that messily protrude from the jaws. Even through the thick walls of the MRAP I could hear it’s roar, as it then tried to punch it’s way through… it cracked the outer coating of the vehicle… but it wasn’t getting anywhere near. My machine gunner, seated next to me, seemed to chuckle at the sight, quippily saying “Yeah… fuck you too”. It’s then our vehicle lurched upwards, as we began to climb the small incline of the bunker. I knew the layout, mapped it in our head, the main entrance was built into the rocky side of an old cliff meaning we could easily set up a defensive perimeter around it, a horseshoe. Krol’s vehicle was first, taking to the right as Echo-3’s MRAP followed. My vehicle, third, left the incline and took a left and… that’s where things got complicated.
We’re still trying to work out what happened but… from what Joakim says his drone captured. Right when the MRAP turned, several of the monsters quickly slammed into the side of the vehicle, as another more bulkier one, pushed at it’s undercarriage. The result.. Was the 40 ton armored vehicle tipped over. It wasn’t uncommon, hell in some cases a well placed IED, a good shot with a recoilless rifle, have been known to tip over Oshkoshs and Maxpros all the time. But this beast? Needless to say we barely had a second to comprehend it as it leaned to the left; “Grab on to something-” is all I had time to shout. A mess of gear and men spilled onto one side of the vehicle as it slammed into the old gravel and dirt.
Several of my assaulters, my grenadier planted right ontop of myself and the others as we came to a stop. Someone’s knee slammed directly into the side of my skull, causing me to dazily bob in and out of consciousness as my face was smushed against the glass of one of the windows.
Through my peltors, the other squads were erratic;
[“Echo-2’s vehicle is down!!”].
[“Echo-3 to Echo-2… Echo-3 to Echo-2…”].
Krol’s voice came through the comms;
[“Echo-Lead to Echo-2… Fuc-... Echo-1 secure Echo 2’s flank, Echo-3”].
[“Echo-3 to other units, they’re spilling through, I’ve got several enemy combatants converging on Echo-2’s vehicle”].
I pushed the legs of my grenadier off my head as I fought to my hands and knees, unfucking my nods as I looked around… “Fuck it… we’re going lights on, shield your eyes” I muttered as I reached for the overhead lights and flipped them on. The bright LEDs bathed the inside of the vehicle as we all gained our bearings, a mess of multicam, gear, and weapons as we quickly pushed each other off. My gunner caught as he fought to realign his promask, from what I gathered one of the assaulters had landed directly into his gun, pushing it directly into his jugular, as pulled back at the rubber and coughed, freeing up his esophagus. We didn’t have time to think however… the sound of bending metal caught our attention… as the back ramp door of the MRAP was ripped clean off. I could barely believe it but as the white light of the MRAP’s interior poured to the outside, a hulking mass leaned in, the dead flesh on it’s face nearly fallen off as the hideous Strigoi leaned inside.
Without hesitation I aimed took aim, yelling “Keep to the deck!!” to any of those inbetween myself and the invader as I opened fire. A burst of full auto fire tore through it’s collar and neck, my men quickly clung to either sides of the fallen MRAP as a few more fired out. As the thing backed up, a blast of .50 cal fire quickly tore it to shreds, along with several others as I realized they were fuckin swarming over the outside of our vehicle. Echo-3’s vehicle continued to carefully fire on the Strigoi on the outside, the sounds of .50 cal ricocheting off the outside of our armor was enough to make the pucker factor set in.
[“Echo-3 to Echo-2”].
[“This is Echo-2, we’re green on ammo, equipment, men”].
[“Roger, we’re shifting fire, exit the vehicle”].
“Hurry up let’s go!!” I barked to my men, leading the way as I staggered out. I turned on my peq, taking aim at silhouettes in the brush as I began to fire. The sounds of machine guns lighting up the brush, as a sea of growls, howls, and incomprehensible roars fired back at us was the ambient noise of the night. My men quickly exited, my gunner being the last as he and I pulled back to the rest of the defensive perimeter. I set in my men to take up the frontal security, as 3rd squad took the right flank, 1st squad to the left. Major Krol and the JTAC were bickering with each other; “How far out are the birds”. “They’re entering airspace now…” Joakim said, already scanning his smart book.
I asked “What’ve we got?”. He then flipped through… to the NATO combined arms segment, quippily saying; “Apaches…”. This caused me to pause as Echo-3 turned their head whilst directing their squad’s fire “The hell… where did we get apaches from?”. “The Americans… they volunteered” Krol said dismissively as he took aim at the darkness, firing off a controlled trio. “Volunteered? They’re aware of what’s going on?” I asked.
Krol seemed to stop, glancing back at me before returning his focus “There’s a lot more going on than you realize, Blachowicz… Prep the breach, you and 1st are going on”.
I quickly pulled my breacher off the line, securing some thermite as the reinforced bunker door wasn’t going to go as easily as a conventional door breach would. 1st Squad pulled back, stacking up and preparing themselves to be the first in. All the while… Joakim gave his firing solution; “Alpha Hotel Two Five Nine, This is Bravo-4…… Type 2….”.
I snapped to my right, watching as a Strigoi managed to dark across the clear gravel field, only to be cut down by my gunner, the peq’s laser marking the burst as it tore through the beasts’ hips, as it hit the ground and still continued to claw, another GROM operator took aim and fired into it’s skull. Joakim popped up to his feet…. “Marking laser, high power…”. He then pulled out a target marking laser… if you’ve watched night operations, you’ve probably seen them.
The green laser than as it says on the label, marks targets. The pattern of which can vary… if it’s a point target, it’ll usually lasso an area, or remain on target until the target is removed with extreme prejudice. If its close air support, then it’ll be a line of the general area… and Joakim damn near marked the entire perimeter around us. He quickly pocketed the tool, turning back to Krol; “Don’t go past 20 meters unless you want to be liquidated”.
With that… 2nd and 1st stacked up at the door as 3rd squad took up the perimeter security. As Major Krol went over to Echo-1… I saw them. A single blinking IR strobe from the beasts as they moved on the far off horizon, converging from several angles… and fired. The sound of the Apache’s main gun, the M230, truly sounds like the hammer of god… the 30mm cannon shot through the dark sky, lighting it up as we saw three incoming streams tear up the woods. Only then as the sound broke did we start to hear their rotors as they broke and began to circle, firing again… then… Joakim dipped his head and looked to Krol; [“Foxtrot Mike, hang onto your teeth…”]. One of the Apaches fired off a AGM-114… a Hellfire. I barely saw it out of the corner of my eye as the Apache from our right flank fired off at a target approximately 200 meters off. A fireball lit up the forest as the horrendous roar echoed throughout… then went silent.
Echo-3 scanned the horizon carefully;
[“Echo-3 to Echo-Lead, enemy contact is starting to die down”].
[“Maintain perimeter, Close Air is to maintain fire mission until we are boots up, Break…”].
[“Echo-Lead to Echo-1, condition white has been met. Proceeds”]. I saw Echo-1 and his men quickly stack up close to the wall and gesture to me; Breaching. I quickly pulled my stack back against the wall as his and mine breacher quickly hit their actuators. Now under normal circumstances, it doesn’t take much for thermite to melt the locks off of a metal surface, in fact it’s a more precise took as alternative means get real medieval like saws, pry bars… we weren’t in the mood for precision, we need to breach their little lair, and drag them out. The sound of several pounds of hellfire burning through the metal could be heard around the corner as a sea of white and red sparks flew out… after several seconds, two of our men tossed a fragmentation grenade and a nine-bang through the opening… a series of concussive blasts and a large explosion rang out.
Echo-1 and his men maneuvered. 1st Squad quickly converged as we followed them in.
Stepping through the black wall of smoke, the dark abyss of the interior was illuminated in a white light as entered barrels raised. Shots rang out as several of the beasts near the entrance were cut down, though not immediately, rounds disconnected the shoulder of one of them, leading to their arm hanging limply by a single tendon as they roared… another series of rounds putting them down. What greeted us was a messy concrete hell of rust and debris, fecal matter, trash, and all kinds of obstacles laid in our way, our boots sticking to the floor. I thank every god we had promasks that night. I called my shield bearer up, 2nd squad leapfrogging ahead to take the next corridor as 1st squad checked their weapons.
One of my men mule kicked the metal door ahead, twice, finally the latch gave away as we tossed in a grenade. A horrifying roar was cut off as an M67 shook the walls of the ancient soviet mausoleum, frag and spall kicked off the walls as I moved in right behind my shield man. The cramped russian design meant there was barely enough space for three people, and that’s three normal people, not in 50kgs of kit, moving slowly and maneuvering against creatures of the dark. Still… we moved forward, my shield bearer and I pushing the pace as two stacked of either squad formed on either wall.
As we passed doorways they flowed in… “Door Left!!”, “Door Right!!”. “Move!!”.
Two men entered each side, no gunshots, we moved up, a roar came.
“Door left!!-”. A series of gunshots came out as we continued to push forward.
“Two down!!”. “Confirm them” Krol commanded, as a series of gunshots run out in response. From one of the doorways, a Strigoi emerged… a female… clumps of hair had been ripped from her decaying skull, as her blooded eyes locked on myself and my shieldman. The skin on her hands had been tore down to the point where barely her bones and tendons remain… looking like huge talons as she roared and lunged at us. He fired off his pistol, though the rounds did little to stop her as she pushed against our stack.
“Fuck!!” he muttered, somehow her strength caused him to stagnate, holding up the advance… fuck that. I shoved the muzzle of my MK18 into her ribcage, flipping the weapon to auto as I fired of round after round. The 5.56 salvo disconnecting her spinal column, causing her to fall as I continued to fire, along with a man to our right and left as the stacks reformed as we pushed to the end of the hall. I fell back, dropping the magazine and loading a fresh one, like clockwork a GROM Operator from 1st squad took my place. Krol was beside me as we approached the end of the hall.
[“-Prep an entry”] I radioed to my breacher, a comrade handed him one of the charges from his back panel as he took to the door, quickly securing it. We all moved as far back as we could, look away, exhale. The blast knocked metal and wood in all directions, scrapping against our uniforms and kit as we made our way in and what laid before us was… it used to be the center atrium of one of these bunkers. Soviet’s loved their grandiose designs, the complex was supposed to be a circular room around a central planning table… instead. It had been turned into some sort of church. Runes and old eastern Romuva pagan symbols written in black ink and blood across the walls, old rotten filing cabinets, long receipt terminals. In the center… several of the Strigoi were kneeling before the table where someone had been tied down, flayed, and… shared amongst the group. They rose to their feet, we aimed our barrels…
The ladder amongst turned to us… his skin wasn’t cracked, or flayed, it was smooth… it still looked dead as the body on the table but it seemed more… accustomed to it. I don’t know… evolved? Under the surface however I could see it’s darkened veins pumping whatever cursed blood ran through them as it locked two blood red eyes onto each of us. It’s nose had long since been turn off, exposing boney nostrils to the open air as it seemed to smirk. All across it’s body were the same symbols on the walls, in every cell… markings of death, of rebirth, of assimilation… From behind this seemingly Alpha emerges another figure I had never seemed before… dressed in a white cloak with a deer head.
"So they've followed the trail... they're too late" the Deer headed individual spoke, definitely not from here, a dialect similar to an Americans but... aristocratic? Each word was drawn out, assurance as if they had everything mapped down to our actions. They didn’t sound like they were from Poland or the east.
“Doesn’t matter…” the Alpha growled… and then, it lunged at us. Quickly breaking from their ground it slammed into my shield man knocking both him and myself at the ground as it displayed an intense feat of strength. Around us I could see several of the Strigoi leap at our comrades… though to no fruitful endeavor as I could see one GROM operator cut two down, as another got into a hand to hand confrontation… my breacher, crafty as they were, reached back and slammed one of the prybars of his kit into the skull of the beast.
The Alpha however was not content as it threw away the 90lb shield, sending it flying across the room as it grabbed my comrade by the skull. I quickly kicked up at it, firing my MK18 into it’s body as the rounds pierced it’s gray and rune covered flesh. The thing simply seemed to chuckle… that was until Major Krol blasted away at the side of it’s head, the alpha turned… and it’s smirk turned to a scowl when face to face with the major. A knowing pause almost like they had done this dance before…
The creature lunged, locking up with Major Krol as it swung and slammed railing. Krol didn’t back down however as he pushed against the creature, hiptossing it to the ground even as it tore at his armor and gear. But the beast pulled, both of them rolled and the Major was on his back as the thing reached for his neck. I fought to a kneel, firing into the creature messily with my MK18, trying not to hit my commander… then…
Click. A sound sends a chill up the spine of every warfighter during a firefight.
My gun ran dry. I dropped the magazine, looking to load another, but the thing came up and with one of it’s claws, sliced deep into my cheek, through the pro mask. I could feel my own blood go flying through the air as I landed hard on my back plate, spitting out red iron as I quickly tried to adjust my mask. Through my fogged up, blood covered lense… I saw my shield man raise his pistol, firing into the skull of the thing staggering it with a roar. Krol came from behind, drawing his knife he sunk it deep into the neck of it…. I reached for my rifle, forcing a new magazine in and damn near punching the bold release. ““Sir, down!!” I shouted, Krol rolled away, back to his own rifle as I fired. So did my comrade as he continued to fire his pistol… so did the Major as he fired his rifle. All of us chewing through that apex predator of darkness, that beast… the leader that had been preying on our people for so long. Layer by layer, muscle group by bone… eventually… the alpha landed on whatever was left of his back.
The silence of the fight died down as all of us checked our surroundings, GROM Operators putting controlled pairs in the heads and nerve stems of any Strigoi laying around… I flicked my weapon onto safe, letting it hang as I pulled off my mask. I dared not touch the wound on my face… the pain nearly crippling me if it wasn’t sheer will pushing me through, and adrenaline doing all it could to subdue it. The sound of the apaches continuing to lay hate drew us from our moment of contemplation as the Major went back to work; [“Confiscate any info, burn the rest…”]. He turned back to me as I shoved my damaged M50 mask back into it’s bag, chuckling as he looked at the sight; “You need a medevac, Blachowicz?” he quipped.
I shook my head, barely able to speak as I muttered; “Negative sir…”. The two of us scanned the room as my shield bearer went to collect his defense implement turned 90lb projectile, we scanned the center of the room, checking and confirming bodies, until we got to the last one alive. His white gown was soaked in red crimson and black ooze, as his dear head was mangled from bullet fire and impact from falling on it. I swear… the way his blood poured out of it though made me wonder if it was a mask. I gave it no second thoughts as he looked to Krol; “You… you can’t stop this, they’ve already-”.
The Major was in no mood for communication as his rifle snapped up and fired off three rounds to the body, four the head. The violent yet quick salvo ending the cultists life, I looked down at it, then to him as he remarked; “Have your squad drag him out to the front, burn the rest”. I stood alongside him, looking down as the sight of it’s deer head was both captivating and horrifying… the curiosity in me wanting to look closer at it fighting the primal instinct I had to burn the thing to ash. “-Haven’t seen one of those before…” I muttered, thinking the Major had an answer.
He didn’t. Krol saying “Neither have I…” shortly before he walked away, was what truly shook my soul about that entire night. Victory stood firm in our hearts that night as we stood outside of the bunker. The night sky burning with fire and white phosphorus as we watched the ruin burn from the inside from the other side of the lot. In the distance, the Apaches continued to scan and circle the forests, no longer firing…. Which meant they had driven any or turned to glass any enemy combatants within a four miles, probably both, more than likely the latter. Echo-1 patted me on the shoulder as we stood there, soaking it all in, though Krol looked none to pleased. “In the time it took us to take this one down, they’ll be trying to set up three more cells… that being established…” he said, looking to either of us, then to Echo-3. “-Hell of a thing we did tonight, been waiting for this one for a decade, cleanly, maybe more… but no time to rest on our laurels… we’ll have another task for us as soon as we’re boots down back home” he said, to which his eyes followed mine, the body of whatever cultist that was zipped up in a black body bag beside the wheel of one of the MRAPs. The fire from the bunker casting an orange hue over it’s shiny jet black outside, something didn’t sit right with me… “That wasn’t a Strigoi…” I said to Krol.
“That’s very clear…” the Major said, shoving his mask under his arm and lighting a cigarette. “So… someone’s helping them?” I asked. The meer notion of it shook me to my core, sickened me. This parasite was already badly infecting Europa, Polska… if it was spread like this throughout the world. Krol settled my nerves: “We’ll be ready… It’s not just us anymore”. As he said that, I realized what he meant… my eyes looking to the Apaches as they started to form up, leaving the areas as their thunderous propellers melted into the night’s calm, unnerving ambience.
It’s been a couple of weeks since then, Echo Detachment has been busy. We’ve gained good ground against the enemy and honestly I think in a few years, we might see a much larger change. For now… we must keep going, that being said the Strigoi aren’t the only ones we’ve been combating. Recently we’ve made contact with of some sort of extermination coalition, they’ve known about the Strigoi, and others plaguing the world, the level of corruption and corrosion on society goes deep. Regardless a lot of the units we’ve been working with are apart of NATO, such as this “4th Special Forces Group” of the American Military. I don’t know where the road from here leads, but we’ve gotten momentum on our side, finally. Just remember… these things are out there, in every town, every city, every nation… preying and waiting for you to be alone, vulnerable, so they can take you and replace you.
Watch your back, and stay safe.
For now, Blachowicz signing out. Until next time

When studying for a math test I have on Thursday (11th grade, practice test for questionnaire 035581), I came across this question and I have no idea how to do C (Translated from Hebrew, the question is in the link):
"A circle centered at point M is tangent to the rectangle ABCD at point K. AB and BL are chords in circle M. Point M is on BL.
A. Prove that angle KML is twice as big as angle KBC.
B. Which of the following statements is true and which is false? Explain.

1. KM is the middle segment in trapezoid DLBC.
2. The area of ΔLMK is equivalent to the area of ΔMKB
3. ΔLAB~ΔBCK

C. Given: BK=a, KL=b. Express the area of BCKM using a and b.
D. Express the ratio of the area of ΔBKL to the area of ΔDKL using a and b."
In B, the true ones are 1 and 2, 3 is incorrect- there's a 90 degree angle, but the other angles on ΔBCK are α and 90-α, and on ΔLAB are 2α and 90-2α (because alternate angles are equal between parallel lines and the sum of acute angles in a right triangle 90 degrees).
I expressed the area of ΔMKB as ab/4 using what I proved on B2, SΔBKL=ab/2, and it's twice as big as MKB. I thought about doing it through SΔMKB+SΔBCK, but I couldn't express the area of ΔBCK, I managed to prove that SΔMKB/SΔBCK is MK/BC, but I couldn't find MK/BC. Next, I proved ΔBKC~ΔBLK, the ratio between the edges got me nowhere. I also used the Pythagoras theorem for ΔBKL, LB²=a²+b², I couldn't do anything with that. Help?

When studying for a math test I have on Thursday (11th grade, practice test for questionnaire 035581), I came across this question and I have no idea how to do C (Translated):
"A circle centered at point M is tangent to the rectangle ABCD at point K. AB and BL are chords in circle M. Point M is on BL.
A. Prove that angle KML is twice as big as angle KBC.
B. Which of the following statements is true and which is false? Explain.

1. KM is the middle segment in trapezoid DLBC.
2. The area of ΔLMK is equivalent to the area of ΔMKB
3. ΔLAB~ΔBCK

C. Given: BK=a, KL=b. Express the area of BCKM using a and b.
D. Express the ratio SΔBKL:SΔDKL using a and b."
In B, the true ones are 1 and 2, 3 is incorrect- there's a 90 degree angle in both, but the other angles on ΔBCK are α and 90-α, and on ΔLAB are 2α and 90-2α (because alternate angles are equal between parallel lines and the sum of acute angles in a right triangle 90 degrees).
I expressed the area of ΔMKB as ab/4 using what I proved on B2, SΔBKL=ab/2, and it's twice as big as MKB. I thought about doing it through SΔMKB+SΔBCK, but I couldn't express the area of ΔBCK, I managed to prove that SΔMKB/SΔBCK is MK/BC, but I couldn't find MK/BC. Next, I proved ΔBKC~ΔBLK, the ratio between the edges got me nowhere. I also used the Pythagoras theorem for ΔBKL, LB²=a²+b², I couldn't do anything with that. Help?