How to stop rsbot logging out

First time posting. From a long time (earlier this year) this guy named Jake Johnson was able to log into my mother's and I Facebook and managed to make an account using our emails.
I think it's happening to both of us on our mobile phones because I used to have her current phone to use for schoolwork and I guess when I logged into different sites, I used that email which is now linked with my Facebook.
No matter how many times we change the password and log this guy out, he always comes back. Any advice?
I'm thinking of just logging him out another time and then block Facebook notifications from coming to my email so he can't get the code (maybe?). I dont know whether this would just stop me from seeing his activity on Facebook and my efforts would be futile.
Just comment on any further needed information.

The Terran Union Heavy Cruiser, Roanoke, had spent the last 6 months raiding Naalx supply lines in the Flores sector.
They were finally returning to Terran Space for some much-needed refit and some R&R. But first, they were stopping at the Bateri space station orbiting Emsar IV.
She would be meeting a Terran Union squadron to escort her prizes back to the Couster system. 4 freighters, a massive ore hauler, and a damaged Naalx corvette that answered a distress call sooner than expected.
The Roanoke was one of the new Grenville class heavy cruisers, faster and more heavily armed than the other heavy cruiser classes operating as part of a Terran Union fleet.
They were designed as solo raiders able to operate deep in enemy space, raiding enemy supply lines and facilities.
Their design included several newly developed systems, including a new style of radiator for dumping excess heat.
At 500 m long and painted black as night, she was very intimidating to see on visual screens and even more so at close range. Her CrCoNi (chromium, cobalt, and nickel) hull was covered in 12” of ablative armor covered in a black laser-resistant material able to reduce the effectiveness of enemy sensors and target locks.
The experimental Baxter radiators efficiently released excess heat into space but still left them exposed to radiation detection sensors.
Captain Josef Král had been hand-picked to command the Roanoke when she came into service 18 months ago. He was a popular officer with 20 years of combat experience on just about every ship in the Terran Union’s navy.

He’d also provided technical assistance during its design phase so his familiarity with the ship made him the best choice for putting the ship through her paces. This would be the very first voyage behind enemy lines as a raider.
And it’d been a rousing success, hitting targets deep in Naalx space as reprisal for Naalxian raids on Terran border colonies. The First Naalx-Terran war had devastated both species and left them vulnerable to outside forces. The war wasn’t won so much as winding down to a series of raids and counter-raiding. A gentleman’s agreement to prevent raids and border skirmishes from turning into another full-scale war and the earlier consequences.
And Captain Král was very good at approaching that line in the sand without going over it. Several centuries earlier he’d have been a Privateer sailing the oceans on Earth.
This even led to the revival of the old pirate movies of the 20th century but Captain Král preferred likening it to the submarine warfare of the first half of the 20th century. That didn’t stop his crew from giving him a robot parrot.
He claims to hate it but everyone knows he’s been teaching it his extensive vocabulary of curse words, in dozens of languages, that he loved it.
And if you call him out on him walking around with it on his shoulder, he’ll claim he was just humoring the crew.
Captain Král was relieved to see the Terran squadron had arrived before him and ordered his little fleet to dock. It would be good to be able to get off the ship and move around without weapons.
As Captain Král exited the ship, he was surprised to see Commodore Allen waiting for him. It’d been several years since he last saw his friend and previous XO. Taking his prerogative as a Captain, he skipped the formalities, shook hands, and gave Commodore Allen a friendly slap on the back.
“Mike? What the hell are you doing here? This is escort job is for a Lt. to do” He asked
“I was in the neighborhood and volunteered. I wanted to see this new ship of yours and it’s been too long since we got a drink together.” Mike replied
Captain Král took a glance back to his ship and wasn’t surprised to see his current XO, Lt. Commander Nana Ricci had the resupply well in hand.
With a big grin, Captain Král said, “Let me see to my guests and we can see if we can scandalize the ratings like we used to.”
Captain Král approached the waiting station manager. The Bateri bowed in the formal greeting of her people. Not having the tentacles needed to return the bow, he just saluted her.
“Greetings Captain Král of the Terrans, how may we be of service?” The Bateri asked.
“Greetings Ananu of the Bateri. We request the use of your services,” he replied, finishing the ritual greeting.
“I see you returned successful in your raiding,” Ananu said, “How many bunks will you need?”
Unsurprised that the Bateri knew his mission, he replied “ 72 bunks with 3 more for your med bay, if you have the room.”
One of the most important functions provided by the Bateri was allowing for the return of captives taken in raids. This helped to keep things calmer by freely releasing captives to limit the amount of bad blood created during the raids and conflicts.
Crates of supplies, ammo, missiles, and the various other things needed to keep the ship functioning were being transferred from the smaller Terran ships. With her weapon complement being only slightly smaller than a battleship, she could go through a lot of ammunition. Even without being in serious combat, he liked to run frequent gunnery drills. Some Captains would just let their tactical computers handle operating the weapon systems and just have the gunnery crews handle reloads. But some hard lessons taught him that having the gunnery crews able to take direct control, as needed, was essential. He preferred to use up as much ammunition as needed during training to save lives later in combat.
Seeing everything in hand, he walked back to join his friend for a drink. They caught up on the doings of old friends and Mike’s family, toasts to fallen comrades, and eventually to the Roanoke.
‘How did she operate on her first long-range mission?” Mike asked
Taking a moment to organize his thoughts, Captain Král took a sip of his drink. “She handled better than expected. The new engine behaved itself, surprising for being just off the drawing board, the Baxters were damn efficient.”
Taking another sip before continuing, “ We didn’t use the torpedoes or the turreted railguns in combat but the rest performed as expected. That Corvette didn’t stand a chance so we didn’t get a full test of all the combat systems.”
“Going by the number of munitions I brought with me, you’d think I was resupplying a battleship” Mike joked
“Just about,” Captain Král chuckled. “During the design phase, I had to argue for such an increase of armament.” “It seemed to take forever for them to get it through their thick skulls that we’d be out there all alone and couldn’t call for reinforcements.” “So I convinced them to put the 2 particle beam systems in the bow of the ship and give me the 4 torpedo tubes. They had no problem with the pair at the bow but they couldn’t figure out why I wanted a pair aft. I swear I thought about launching them out of a tube.”

“At least they were starting to get it when I up-gunned the turrets to carry two large railguns. They did get upset at wanting to put on a turret in the middle of the ventral side but were relieved I left the other turret on the dorsal side ahead of the command structures”
Commodore Allen asked,” From the glimpse I got as you docked, it looked like you doubled the usual weapon systems?”
“She still has them 10 secondary batteries but I went with dual medium railguns for them” Captain Král replied, “ I put 4 of the quad-mounted autocannons on each side of the ship.”
“ It should let us save wear and tear on the railguns when we catch unarmed ships or against incoming fighters.”
“ I understand and it also saves on missiles, which with 4 heavy and 8 medium is a lot of missiles to carry.” Commodore Allen replied.
“I’ve also heard you were running tests on a more powerful deflector array to do more than just protect against radiation and small debris. Like maybe actual shields that would work on anything smaller than a battleship?”
“Yeah but not with any success,” Captain Král answered, “Anytime we tried to go past the standard low-power output, it played hell with our sensors.”
It was at that moment when Captain Král’s wrist communicator beeped for his attention.
“Just a second Mike,” he said as he keyed the communicator. “ Král, go ahead”
The sound of Lt. Commander Ricci’s voice came through the speaker, “ Priority message from the bridge Captain.”
“ What is the message?” Captain Král asked, not liking the way Ricci’s voice sounded worried
“ Sensor buoy reports large Naalx fleet dropping out of FTL, 2 million km out,” Ricci reported
Commodore Allen gave Captain Král the same concerned look that he was sure was on his face. “How many?” The captain asked
Ricci hesitated for a moment before answering “37 ships with more arriving every couple of minutes.”
Commodore Allen swore
Captain Král looked at his friend, “How long until you get your crews and get out of here?”
Commodore Allen thought for a moment, “ Maybe 20 minutes at the minimum.”
Captain Král muttered to himself, “They’ll be here before that.”
Both men got up, signaled to any of their personnel in the bar, and started out the door. “I’ll buy you the time but I’ll need to undock as soon as I get aboard my ship, maybe I can catch them off-guard. “ Captain Král
Commodore Allen replied, “That’s a suicide mission, there are too many for one ship to handle”
“Yeah, I know, old friend but if I don’t then we all die.” Captain Král explained, “ Do me a favor, I’m going to send you my non-essential personnel, take them and those still on the station with you. Get them home.”
Reaching the hatch to the docking bay, both men stopped to shake hands. “Of course, Josef.” Commodore Allen replied, “But if anyone can find a way out of it, it’s you, my friend.”
After a final salute, both men parted ways to reach their ship. As Captain Král jogged down the docking bay, he sent orders for Ricci to send all non-essential personnel to Commodore Allen and asked if they had sufficient hands to man all combat stations.
Ricci’s reply reassured him, “ Aye Sir, most of the crew on the station are from the 2nd watch, and the few people from the first watch are non-essential.”
“Be ready to launch as soon as I get aboard.” He ordered.
He passed several members of his crew, en route to join Commodore Allen. He stopped to return their salute. At the disappointed look in their eyes, he told them. “I know you don’t want to leave the ship but the Commodore needs some real sailors to get out on time. You know how those logistic guys are. They’ll get lost trying to find their own bridge”
That look reassured them and after a final salute, they headed down the dock to join Commodore Allen
Captain Král reached the cargo ramp and started up it, calling Ricci and telling her to shove off and he’d be on the bridge shortly.
He sprinted down the corridor, leaping over the lower lips of the vacuum-tight doors.
“Captain on the Bridge!” rang out from one of the bridge techs. Aside from the guards and his XO, the rest of the bridge crew kept working. Nodding his approval at their knowing when to discard ceremony for action. He walked over toward his console before speaking.
“What do we have, Lt. Commander?”
Turning to face him, Captain Král could see just how worried she was. “Current count is 48 ships.” Touching the console’s keys to bring up a list of ships before continuing, “ 18 capital ships and a mix of sub-caps, still trying to ID them.”
“They’re just maintaining position for now.” Ricci finished, her voice slightly puzzled.
“They’re waiting for something or someone,” Captain Král answered the unasked question.
“How many crew did we leave behind?”
“641, Sir” the XO replied
“ Helm, are we clear of the station's shielding?”
“Almost Sir,” The helmsman answered.
“Thank you.” Captain Král returned.
Turning to another tech, he said, “Sound Battlestations”

“Sir,” one of his sensor techs spoke up, “We have 2 more ships arriving.”
“ Thank you, Ensign.” Captain Král returned
“What class are they?” Lt Commander Ricci asked
After looking at her monitor again the tech replied, “1 heavy cruiser and something much bigger, waiting for the computer to ID it.”
Captain Král moved to look over the tech’s shoulder before standing up and facing his XO.
“Fleet Command Ship” he informed the tech and his XO.
Lt. Commander Ricci replied, “What the hell is one doing out here?”
“Good Question.” he answered, “And now that the players are on the field, the game can begin.”
Bringing up the sensor information to his console, Captain Král pointed at the enemy fleet. “They haven’t begun to deploy into battle formation yet.”
“That could be our chance.” Raising his head to look at his XO. “If we jump now we can land close and surprise them. After we land, we drive into the center of their formation and head for that big bastard.” He explained
“But Sir, We haven’t fully tested the jump drive!” the XO exclaimed
“No time like the present, “ Captain Král joked

“We’ll let the railguns and autocannon crews pick targets of opportunity, while we engage the command ship with our particle cannons, heavy railguns, and torpedoes,” he stated
“What about its point defense system, won’t it pick off the torps?” the XO asked
“We’re going to launch all the Hammerheads at it. It should overwhelm the system and let the torps through.” He answered before continuing, “I’m going to save the heavy missiles for now.”
“You’ll need to calculate the launch time of the Hammerheads to hit the point defense system as close to the time for the torpedoes to sneak through.” he ordered, “ But not so far they take out the Hammerheads too soon and let them hit the torps but not so close they set them off either.”
Looking at his XO, “You better get down to tactical Nana, this is going to get ugly, and it’s best we split up.” Captain Král commanded
Exchanging salutes, Ricci simply replied “Aye Sir.” and started for the hatch. Just before stepping through, she turned and said, “Good Luck, Sir.
“What’s the status of the Commodore’s squad?” Captain Král asked
One of his communication techs spoke up, “ They need 10 more minutes”
“Let me know the minute they are clear.” Captain Král ordered
Captain Král turned to comms tech and ordered, “Intraship comms if you please ensign”
“Aye sir” the tech replied before turning to his console and speaking into the mic,” Now hear this, Now hear this. Message from the Captain.”
“ Well folks, this isn’t the fight I wanted but this is the fight we got” Captain Král started
“ I’m sure you’ve heard scuttlebutt about the situation but here it is. We are facing a superior force numbering 49 ships. And we need to give the Commodore’s squadron time to go to FTL and get the hell out of here.” he paused before continuing, “ The plan is to mix it up with the enemy at close range. They aren’t in battle formation yet so we can hurt them.”
“Good luck and let’s make them regret fucking with the Roanoke.”
The sounds of cheers came back over the speakers.
“Helm, are we clear of the station shielding?” the Captain asked
At the affirmative given by the helmsmen, he just nodded
Touching a button on his console, he asked, “Are you in place XO?”
“Aye Sir.” the Lt. Commander replied
“ As soon as we land, be ready to open up with the dual and quad mounts.” He ordered
The XO replied with an affirmative.
“Helm, at my command, jump between 25-50 km to the starboard of the fleet.”
“As soon as we land, hard to port and get us in the middle of them. Be ready for rapid maneuvers, maybe we can throw off their laser battery tracking systems. Might let us survive a little longer” Captain Král ordered. “Aye Sir” the helmsman replied
Taking a quick look around to make sure his crew was ready, he turned back to wait for the signal the jump drive was ready.
At the signal, he ordered “Jump”
He felt the ship lurch forward and shudder. It took less than 5 seconds to jump from the station to within the targeted range, but it felt like forever.
And then they were less than 5 km from an enemy battleship.
“Oh shit!” exclaimed the helmsman and steered to avoid it. Captain Král hid a moment of panic with a joke, “ Someone make note that the jump drive targeting system needs work.”
His joke brought a chuckle from his crew and got them back to focus on the taste.
Stabbing a button on his console, he ordered “XO, fire secondary batteries,”
There was nothing to see or hear from the massive volleys of the secondary batteries coming to life. But he knew the gun crews were already raining devastation on enemy warships. “Helm, Hard to Port!” he ordered, not tearing his view away from the main viewscreen.
Captain Král looked at his console at the images sent to the bridge from the various gun cameras.
He could see the flashes of light from projectiles hitting their shields. He watched as other high-velocity projectiles punched through their hulls. He could just make out the impact of the explosive-tipped slugs fired by the autocannons.
Captain Král turned back to the main viewscreen. “Hard to starboard!”
“Head for that big son of a bitch!” he ordered
The Naalx were slow to respond but they began to return fire with some trying to gain some distance to clear the line of fire of other ships. The helmsman’s evasive maneuvers were also giving the enemy’s gunners fits from repeated misses.
But the damage sensors on the armor told of an increasing number of hits as the Naalx began to respond in an organized manner. The resistance coating reduced the damage from the Naalx laser batteries but didn’t completely nullify it. “Helm, get me a clear shot at the command ship.” the Captain ordered
A bright flash to starboard marked the death of an enemy cruiser. Status reports listed 2 sub-capitals holed and venting atmosphere. Dead or damaged, they were out of the fight.
One capital ship was dead in space with another missing its bow.
5 down too damn many to go The captain muttered
He watched and waited, ignoring damage alarms and the occasional shudder as shots began to get through the armor and explosively decompress a compartment when they penetrated the hull.
He finally saw what he wanted, an unobstructed line of fire to the command ship.
His finger smashed down on the console button. “ XO, Launch Torpedoes. Take the gloves off the main batteries. Drop the hammer!”
He watched the glitter of the particle beams as they bridged the gap between the Roanoke and the Naalx ship. In a moment, he caught sight of the torpedoes' thrusters as they left the tubes and picked up momentum. Holes and brief explosions marked the impact of his weapons. But the sheer volume of Naalxian fire was beginning to take its toll. The armor was failing or had failed in over a dozen spots. 3 autocannon and 1 railgun mount were out of commission.
2 minutes after they launched the torpedoes, the sight of more than 100 Hammerhead missiles was marked by the flare of their drives. Another volley of Hammerheads was launched the moment new missiles were lifted into the racks.
Captain Král called down to tactical, “XO, hold off on another volley for hammerheads.”
Checking his console, “Launch Shrikes at targets of opportunity with no shields, rear tubes target enemy capital ships and hope those torpedoes get through.” he ordered.
Multiple small explosions let him know the point defense systems were taking on the Hammerheads. And a moment later, a pair of massive explosions told him the nuclear-tipped torpedoes had hit their target.
“Captain, The Commodore’s squadron has escaped.” one of his techs announced.
“Thank you,” he answered
“Distance to command ship?” he asked
“ 250 km Sir” was the reply
“Helm, continue advancing on the command ship and pass her on our port side. We’ll give her a broadside and go to FTL after we clear.”
A tech from the damage control position spoke up, “Captain! FTL is down and jump drive is destroyed”
“Ahh hell’ cried the Captain.
“Damage report!” he ordered
“ Ventral turret destroyed, railgun mounts 2 and 5 destroyed, mount 9 damaged but functional. Autocannon mounts 11,13, 23 and 25 destroyed. Hammerhead launchers 3 and 8 destroyed.” The tech checked the screen before continuing, “ Explosive decompressions on decks 3 and 5. Explosive decompression in Med Bay. Ablative armor badly damaged and penetrated in around 20 spots. Engine #3 is down. Power unstable in many areas of the ship”
“FTL down, engineering needs an hour to fix. The jump drive is destroyed. Long-range comms are down” The tech finished.
“Casualty reports!” Captain Král ordered
A different tech replied, “249 dead, roughly 800 wounded with 327 too injured to fight.”
“Thank you.” he returned. Doing the math in his head he had just over 1300 combat effective and 482 of those were his Marines, the other 18 were left behind.
After thinking a moment, “Helm, same course as before but since we can’t go to FTL, circle to the aft of the command ship and lessen the incoming fire for the moment”
Looking over to the comms tech, “ Get me the chief engineer on the horn.”
Tapping the switch on the console, he called down to tactical. “ XO, I’m taking us around to the aft of the command ship and play peek-a-boo.”
“We’ll pass on her port side and I want a broadside from all batteries that can hit it and launch half the Shrikes we have left at it.”
“After we get to their rear, target enemy aft batteries, I want them all hunks of twisted metal.” Captain Král ordered
“Aye Sir.” Lt. Commander Ricci replied. “Ammo count update Sir.”
“Go ahead,” he replied
“Only the two forward tubes are loaded, aft tubes empty, railgun and autocannon are down to 30%. Dorsal turret is at 10% but they are working on transferring surviving ammo from the Ventral turret.
We can launch 4 more full racks of Shrikes and 5+ Hammerheads.” She finished
“Understood. Thank you” Captain Král replied
“Captain, Chief Engineer on the line” a tech relayed
“Route it to my console,” he ordered
“ I need you to place charges on the computer core, all the experimental equipment, engines, and fire suppression control. If we go down, I don’t want them getting a damn thing but blood and pain.”
“Aye Sir.” The Chief replied.

Captain Král turned back to watch as the Roanoke passed the command ship to port. He watched as massive explosions rippled across the enemy flank and dorsal surface. They were too close for the point defense to pick off the majority of the Shrikes.
As the Roanoke got behind and slightly below the enemy command ship, she slowed and allowed her surviving batteries to silence the command ship's aft batteries.
Captain Král called down to tactical, “XO, fire half our remaining hammerheads into her engines.”
“Affirmative,” replied the XO
Captain Král watched as the hammerheads impacted the command ship’s engines and saw the thrust nozzles dim as the engines went offline. The enemy batteries stopped firing and she began to drift.
“Helm, get us 500 km from the command ship and line up to fire our last 2 avalanche torpedoes.” Captain Král ordered
“Aye Sir, 500km bow towards the enemy” the helmsman repeated
The Captain called down to tactical ” Nana, We’re positioning the ship to line up the front tubes and we’re going to kill that bastard. Stay on the line and fire on my order.”
“Aye Sir, we’re ready.” The XO answered
“Helm?” Captain Král asked
“ 3 seconds Captain.” the helmsman replied
Captain Král watched and as soon as he got the angle he wanted, “Fire Torpedoes!” he commanded
The whole bridge crew watched and waited for the impact. Both torpedoes struck amidships and tore massive holes in the hull. As they watched, lines of explosions traveled across the hull and began to rip the ship in half. The bridge crew let out a yell and the rest of the ship after the Captain had the information broadcast over the intercom.

“ Helm, get us the hell out of here. Maybe we can outrun the bigger ships and buy time to fix the FTL.” Captain Král ordered
But before the helmsman could act, there was a massive jolt.
“What the hell?” he yelled
A tech answered, “ We were rammed by a Naalx cruiser and several smaller ships are closing in.“
But instead of ramming the Roanoke, they launched breeching pods.
His finger stabbed down to open the intercom. “ All hands, Prepare to Repel Boarders! Security teams, tactical will relay their access position. “ He ordered
He pulled out his sidearm and checked that it was ready. Several other techs did the same, while his security detachment moved to defensive positions to watch the hatch.
“Target those pods!” Captain Král ordered but he didn’t need to say it, his gunnery crews were on it. Here and there a brief flash of light marked the destruction of a pod.

“XO, fire all remaining missiles. Pick your targets,” he commanded “All batteries, open fire.”
He left the tac net open to track the status of the enemy boarding parties.
He listened to the cacophony of noises coming over the tac net.
“Security team alpha to section 7, level 3. Bravo team section 2 level 1, Charlie team section 12, level 5” Lt. Commander Ricci ordered.
“There’s too many, fall back to position 2…” an unidentified voice ordered
Another voice firmly stated, “Hold your ground, nothing gets past us.”
“Theta team down, a handful of Naalx heading for engineering!” a panicked voice exclaimed
And dozens of others just like it, always with the sound of combat in the background.
“Captain, more breaching pods en route!” a tech exclaimed
“Get me the Chief Engineer!” the Captain ordered
At the Chief Engineer’s response, he ordered “Detonate all sabotage charges except the main computer. Set that one on a manual trigger at my console with a 20-minute timer as a backup. And then set the reactors to overload, we’re not going to hold the ship much longer. And set a charge to breach the hull and decompress Engineering as soon as you are clear”
“Affirmative, Captain. She was a good ship” the Chief replied
Turning to his bridge crew, “Give the order to abandon ship. Have all the pods head for the station.”
The Captain called tactical, “Lt. Commander Ricci, all hands abandon ship. Get as many of them home as you can.”
“ I understand, Sir.” She answered, “I’ll see you at the station.” she said hopefully
“I'm afraid not, Nana. I’m the Captain and I’m going down with my ship.” he stated, “And someone needs to make sure they can’t shut down the overload.”
“Transfer all fire controls to my station and get the hell out of here.”
“Aye Sir, It’s been an honor” the XO replied
“The honor is all mine. You are going to make an excellent Captain. Goodbye my friend” Captain Král finished.
His bridge crew tried to convince him to go with them but he declined and ordered security to get them into the escape pods.
Then he sat and watched as his consoles began reporting each pod as it launched. He also kept an eye on his sensors and concentrated fire on any Naalx ship that was moving to intercept the pods. They knew better than to fire on them but nothing said they couldn’t capture them.
He also prepared a probe with all the ship logs and combat data and fired it toward human-held territory. It would run silently until it exited the system and then begin broadcasting a coded signal for pickup.
He was dismayed at how few pods had left the ship and regretted so many young lives had been cut short.
As he saw the last pod clear the battlefield, he sat back for a moment and then triggered the charge on the main computer.
A hard pounding came from the other side of the hatchway. But there wasn’t enough power to open it. He guessed the pinging on the door was them firing their lasers and trying to blast it open.
He wondered if it would work but a huge rumble, a bright flash, interrupted, and the long career of Captain Král was finally over.
News of the Roanoke’s final battle flashed across news channels on hundreds of worlds. Her courageous and foolhardy charge at a superior force. The damage she did to the Naalx fleet before her destruction. How, of the 1859 members of the crew that went into the battle, only 108 survived.
The videos taken from both sides during the battle played over and over again.
How the Naalx picked up all the escape pods and released them on the station immediately.
And even recovered the bodies of any human they found while gathering their dead.
Naalx losses were the command ship, 2 capital ships, 9 sub-capitals destroyed, and a dozen other vessels damaged in one form or another. Naalx casualties were over 50,000 dead
Only the Naalx’s immense respect for courage, audacity, and bravery in the face of danger kept the skirmish from blowing up into a war.
The Naalx rendered full military honors as they turned the Human dead over to Lt. Commander Ricci.
The Captain Král, A Grenville-class cruiser, was launched 2 years later. Captain Nana Ricci in command.
Authors note- I hope you enjoyed this story. It's based on a historical event. Which according to an idiot on youtube is plagiarism.
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Background: 7+ years in HR, B.S. in HR Management and a current grad student for a Masters in HR.
As I approach separating from the Army I figured back in April pursuing my SHRM-CP would be extremely beneficial (especially while It’s still free for me) so I signed up to take the exam between Spring and summer semester (May 15th, I’m a day ahead of the US). I had a “great plan” of studying before the exam and of course plans don’t always go as expected and I didn’t study… at all.
Come test day I was extremely nervous. Reading other post of fails and how difficult the test was I really thought I set my self up for failure. It was too late to change the exam date so I decided I would just send it.
I highly recommend anyone who decides to take it at home to use a laptop. I logged in 20 minutes early and started the test 10 minutes late because prometric had me sling my desktop all around the room, under my table, and in random positions to see corners. I felt like a fool lol.
The test is broken into two sections. I recommend finishing the first section and taking your break before moving on to section two. The test clock doesn’t stop so it’s better to burn your remaining section time instead of the section ahead.
Knowledge base questions vs. situational judgement items: the “hardest” questions were definitely the knowledge base questions. Skimming through a quizlet I did see several of these exact questions were on there. The situational questions, to me, felt like anyone who has common HR knowledge could fly through it. I read before hand “don’t answer how you would do it, answer how SHRM would do it.” I would say - answer the question as if you work HR in a perfect world where your company has unlimited resources. Use process of elimination it was almost a gimme for two of the answers to be obviously incorrect. When deciding which of the other two answers would be best, I would say it was almost always the longer response or the one where HR is having a direct impact or business role.
The more I took the test the more confident I felt and completed the test about an hour early. I immediately had a “congratulations you passed” after finishing the exam followed by an email from SHRM with a presumptive pass. Don’t scare your self fearing you’ll find out later you actually failed. The more likely scenario is a presumptive fail followed by a pass (so there’s still hope don’t beat yourself up either way).
Overall I would say don’t fall for all of the costly study materials. If you have excess funds go for it otherwise quizlet and YouTube have all the materials for free. Go in confidently and don’t over think any of the questions. Give an answer and move on. Utilize the flag tool if you’re stuck as some questions were answered later in the test. In my opinion, this is not the same test that baffled people posting about it a couple years ago. You are an HR professional so let the answers come naturally to you. I’m open to answering any particular question for those who are about to test and stressing as much as I did.

Sorry, this may be long and I don't even know where to begin. You can read my original post but I will summarize some to add some backstory.
I'm 31 F and my husband is 42 M. My husband and I got married February 27th of this year. I thought everything was perfect. We had great communication as far I knew and spent every moment we could together. We lived together already and though we have no kids together, he has two kids and I have one and they live with us.
We had a great daily physical relationship and texted constantly. I just didn't see it coming.
DDAY was March 13th or 14th, its such a blur of lies and omission, I can't remember when I first exactly started learning the truth. It started with a girl messaging me on instragram that my fiance was on a sugar daddy website. I confronted him and he flat out lied and got defensive, telling me he couldn't believe I would trust a stranger's word more than his. I just couldn't shake the feeling that he was lying.
Then I asked to see his phone and he allowed me to and it was right in his email. A link to the site and it logged right in. He had already deleted a lot of the messages so there wasn't much to find. He again tried to lie saying he had no clue how that could be on his phone. I kept persisting and he finally admitted he was on the site but it never went beyond just a few chats. He claimed he didn't know it was cheating since it wasn't physical. We argued about that.
He begged and pleaded for me not to leave him and I thought it would be too hard on the kids so I stayed. I also thought, he is perfect in so many other ways so how can I not forgive this one thing. Plus he said that he already stopped on his own way before we got married and he meant his vows.
It was hard but I decided to try to reconcile. We were already married and had a wedding celebration scheduled in August so I just tried to move forward and focus on the positive.
Yet, every day has been a struggle since then and I've had a lot of weak moments. I just haven't been able to shake the feeling that he was still lying to me.
I then got access to everything, including his credit card statements and found a hotel charge,
He swore it wasn't him so I contacted the hotel and they confirmed that the room was never checked into. Without any other evidence, I tried my best to let it go.
Still I couldn't shake the feeling so finally after several hard days I finally asked to see the phone records. Thats what blew the whole thing open. There were texts between him and a strange number for weeks, some late at night or mostly while he was at work. I couldn't see the content of the texts but I do know pictures were shared between them and we all know they weren't just innocent selfies. I'm not dumb,
So, I confronted my husband and again he fed me lie after lie and then saying it didn't mean anything to him. He said he didn't meet up with anyone so it basically shouldn't be that big of a deal to me which only angers me more.
So, I texted the girl and asked for her help. She was really nice and forthcoming with information. She confirmed that they did meet up at a coffee shop and what day they met up and the last time they texted each other.
Remember how he said he stopped everything way before we got married? Nope, according to the phone records, he was texting her up until the day before we got married. He texted her back several times the day before we got married.
He texted her on Valentines day and on a day I was having surgery while he was waiting for me in the waiting room. When I confronted with my newfound information, he again lied and said it never happened. Finally, after arguing, he admitted to meeting up with her at a coffee shop but again tried to say it meant nothing to him and he didn't understand how it was a big deal.
The fact that a 42 year old man can't comprehend how that crosses a major line is scary to me and makes me feel we were not compatible to begin with. We apparently don't even have the same definition of cheating.
Anyway, I told him I was able to forgive what he did on the site but I just can't forgive him for meeting up with someone and taking it that far, even if they didn't sleep together. I told him I'm done and want to move out as soon as the school year ends.
I'm heartbroken for my son. He loves his step-siblings and I fear what this will do to him.
I just need to vent and need support right now.
Hes begging me to stay and forgive and says he would never do anything to hurt me again but I just don't think I can take that chance on someone so capable of lying. Before this, he was everything to me and I just couldn't imagine a future without him. Now just being around him reminds me of what he did and fills me with anxiety. He says i'm throwing everything away over one mistake but I feel I have to watch out for myself now.
Am I overreacting or just taking the proper steps towards my own peace and happiness?

My previous post covers some relationship history and issues we've been having
(edit: [post link](https://www.reddit.com/SupportforBetrayed/comments/1csds8o/first\_post\_mostly\_relationship\_history\_emotional/). Didn't get much engagement so not sure if it's visible? Could just be that it's a long post without much meat from current situation)
It's been a long time since I felt the need to look in her phone but I did this time she left it out.
I saw a recent image sent in chat on Snapchat she had sent someone of neck down cleavage at 8 pm a week before I found it. Taken during the day. Shirt and bra clearly adjusted to have her popping out way more than usual. Glass of wine. Clearly took some work and forethought. He saved the picture. He also saved a comment the next morning. It was a reply to a video she had sent where he said "best day ever of my life."
She had mentioned trying one of those "get the right size bra" things but said it was way too small of a cup and she was popping out of it. I didn't get to see it before it got returned but seemed like he got a picture.
Heart drops. Shaking hand. I'm in shock but I take a couple pictures with my phone and a video of their saved chat history, his username, start date (6 months ago). A bunch of cute but tame selfies with our kids. One more tame snap with one of our kids sent an hour before while I was getting the older one to bed. Checked a couple other places like texts, pictures, and Facebook quick to see if there was anything else recent. Nope. Put the phone back to avoid getting caught in the moment and retreated to the basement to calm down and process it.
I confronted her that night after she got into bed, recording audio with my phone. Mentioned how she should go bra and panty shopping and get some good stuff in person now that our youngest is getting older and she has her body back. That [snap username] would probably enjoy it. No reaction. I repeated it. "Huh?" "Who" I still remember the confused/expressionless face she held while I repeated the name again and she finally said "Oh. Him." Like damn right him. She denied doing anything inappropriate. I said well then you and I have vastly different definitions of inappropriate and showed her the picture of it and asked what other videos she had sent that night. She broke down a bit and said that the picture was a mistake but she hadn't sent anything else. I asked what the video was and she "didn't remember." I said I don't believe that for a second. It's only been a week and was sent right after a cleavage shot? I don't believe it for a second. She still "doesn't remember" as of today. Who is it? "My ex." I asked her how long it had been going on for. "Doesn't remember." I said stop lying. I don't believe you. And "I don't remember" just means I'm going to assume the worst and act that way so it's better if you tell me that truth. That my assumption is full nude/masturbating/etc and it she doesn't remember when it started because it never stopped. Her memory still wasn't working. I showed her the picture of when their friendship started 6 months ago and left the bedroom.
She came after me and it continued with more of the same until late in the night. Her saying that our marriage and kids mean everything to her and she sorry she fucked up and will do anything to make up for it. Apologized for the last few years of resentment fueled attacks and arguments. promised to make a change and that she would do whatever it takes to fix it. I told her that my trust was completely broken but that I wouldnt give up on our marriage and would give her another chance to fix it for the sake of our kids. I just don't know how to fix it and I need time to cope and think and process the shock. That we should see a therapist and I probably need one for myself too. Meanwhile she's not volunteering any more information that I hadn't already discovered myself. Just saying that they only talked about life stuff and she didn't care about him at all but she could vent to him about me. Again, "nothing inappropriate." Which I shut down hard again. That's still an emotional affair with someone you have a history with and if it hasn't been sexual the whole time it's definitely trending there now.
Ended up going to bed at the same time together, tired and emotionally drained. We had sex. It's been too long since we were intimate and I told her we can try to end the night on a positive.
I couldn't sleep.
Over the next days, I started reading whatever I could find about affair recovery. Found some therapist articles and videos. Found this sub and the other related ones. Followed some links. Went to work. Talked to her late into the night after the kids went to sleep. It kept bugging me that she didn't seem to be willing to be fully honest with me. She definitely made other changes and has been helping more around the house and being a lot nicer like when we were dating. Offering time for me to do things for myself and being receptive and showing empathy for my emotions. Still not willing to really share anything that didn't get discovered. Doesn't remember anything else. Says "nothing inappropriate happened." I tried to explain that I can try and move on and work to rebuild the relationship and that I appreciate it that she was making a good effort to make those changes, but that my trust was broken and continuing to lie about the content, extent, etc. would just tear all that work down when it came out. That I needed her to be totally honest and not put her guilt or shame or whatever ahead of the need to disclose everything and end the lies or I might never trust her again.
I asked her to let me go through her phone. She initially said yes. I also said I wasn't comfortable with her staying on Snapchat and I'd like her to delete it. She didn't share the phone right away and then later in the talk changed her mind saying she wasn't comfortable because she was feeling attacked. I said I don't like that answer because it seems selfish and she hasn't shown that she deserves privacy. And what happened to the "I'll do anything to fix it" promise because our marriage and kids are the most important thing to her? She still said she wasn't comfortable with it after I went behind her back to look at it. Typical cheater excuses and deflection, right? I told her she's on exceedingly thin ice and that she had better not delete anything. I allowed it, thinking internally it can serve as a test because I'm already checking out and losing faith that she'll do what it takes to reconcile or change. Also knowing she probably wouldn't think to clear out the trash and she'd do my work for me to smoke out anything she's hiding. I checked the next day and there were a bunch of pictures sent to trash that day. Oddly enough, nothing that bad from the quick peek I got. Mirror shot of her back but fully clothed was the closest thing to sexual. Didn't say anything yet, figuring I'd wait until the kids went to sleep and see if she'd give up the phone willingly and find them there in the trash. Before that though, I noticed on my phone that she disappeared off of Snapchat. Asked her if she deleted it already and she said "yeah, you asked me to." To which I said yeah, but that was when you agreed to show me first. When you prevented that, I told you not to delete anything and it seems like you just used that as an excuse to justify covering your tracks. Also, that deleted all of our saved snaps in chat of our relationship and our kids from both sides. I said I would have liked to back those up because she used it regularly to capture memories instead of her camera.
Whatever. Turns out Snapchat doesn't actually delete anything for 30 days and they come back if you download and log in, so nice try I guess?
She told me his name at one point but I'm bad with names and forgot it in the stress. I looked at her phone again in the middle of the night. Found a conversation between them on instagram from when she was ~7mo pregnant with our first. He initiated, asking to see her sexy belly and she was quick to comply. Went back and forth with compliments and pictures and he asked to video chat. She said she didn't want to because she looked big and exhausted. He said not now, but what about ever? She didn't respond. What do you know, a few days later he spontaneously decided to reinstall Snapchat and asked to add her, giving the same username as the one I saw but his real name was on instagram. Then that went silent. Theres a 3.5 yr gap from then to the latest add. He seems to delete and make new snapchat accounts often. I took a video of the chat history. Go to take an extra picture of the contact info. Fuck! Phone has flash on and she stirs. Oh well. I'm pissed and I don't really care if she catches me. I just don't say anything when she asks what I was doing, but I've got more evidence saved now and I'm
trying to figure out how to check the rest thoroughly before it's totally scrubbed or I'll never be able to confirm anything she says when the gaslighting comes.
He's been married for over 10 years. Has 3 kids. No wonder he has to delete Snapchat

So, I live in the US and I have a couple Japanese friends. I created my first LINE account in February of this year. Didn't use it for a while then tried to log back in then I found out that I have been banned. So, I create a new account and it worked great for the first week. Then suddenly I'm banned again! I can still receive messages but can't send messages to any of my friends.
I don't know what I did wrong. I don't really want to make a new account but I am tempted to. How do I know if I'm permanently banned? Or just banned for their 30day period?
Also, how do I stop being banned by LINE?

I have a problem. I am addicted to knowledge. I believed in the myths of the 1989s and 90s. NBC said "The more you know..." One of my former attorneys told me that I am too smart for my own good. How funny is it that the people we give power over us are the ones we need to defend ourselves against. I stayed in a horrible marriage too long. I should have never married him the second time. That being said, I am grateful for the life I lived. The song says "I could have missed the pain, but I'd a had to miss the dance... it's MY life, and it's better left to chance.". I don't believe in chance or fate. I believe that we have a certain measure of control over our lives and we allow others to derail us. What we do about that impact is a choice. I choose to be the captain of my own vessel until the river runs dry. No lawyer, no judge, no man, and no institution will force me to do anything else that is not for my own good or for the good of my family. Everywhere I go, I am turned away. I sat in an ER having a reaction to spider bites. I drove myself to an ER 2 hours from home because the ER here said nothing was wrong. I did call the individual who should have driven me, but he could not leave work he said. Funny how quickly he runs to help a woman he thinks will inherit money some day. When I got to the ER, I could barely breathe and had lost sensation in my hands and arm. I am not a doctor but know the difference between an ant bite and a venomous spider bite. And no, you don't feel a Brown Recluse bite. You will certainly feel a Black Widow bite IF bitten by an adult spider. Spiders are not insects, and if we are going to practice medicine, then we need to learn that yes, there is a difference between a 2, 4, or 6 leg creature and one with 8 or more legs. I was told there are no species of insects in this state that are poisonous. Well venom and poison are not the same thing and arthropods, arachnids, and serpents all have venomous species in this state. But if you really want to be technical about it, yes, there are poisonous insects in this state as well. Certain species of beetles have a coating on their exoskeleton that poison predators that eat them. I should sue that hospital, but when I try to do so, I am told constantly about statute of limitations. Well, that would be correct unless we are discussing a conspiracy. If even one party of a conspiracy is an employee of the business or government involved in the series of crimes which include a cover up of epic proportions, then the statute clock does not begin into the last probable occurrence of the group. Preventing someone from seeking legal counsel is the main reason statute of limitations cease to apply in all jurisdictions. Considering my 5g gateway I hold in my hand is alerting me that my IP address is being traced and altered, I am documenting that the time clock has not started ticking on this knowledge bomb. My confession here is that I have procrastinated in filing paperwork necessary to begin the next phase of my life. I don't intend to procrastinate, but it is something I cannot help. I have attention deficit disorder with hyperdiatractability. Oh yes, I thought you might bring that up. My ex-userband is a master manipulator when it comes to taking genuine disabilities and twisting them to fit his current need. Like using the multiple personality possibility to steal and then say it must have been one of the others living in my head. The truth is that I do have multiple entities dwelling within me. He is no longer living rent free in my head. And he of all people should have known better than to try to hurt me and my family. He knows good and well what I am capable of. Why in the hell would he or any of my close degree relatives even think about throwing me to the wolves? Think about that for a minute. He says I am unstable. He says I am dangerous. He says I am a genius. My doctor has said he fears for the world if I ever have a breakdown. Lol. A weapon of mass destruction? Come on you idiots. I am not a villain. And the AI shit can create crap about Darth Vader being a good guy and laugh all they want. I don't blackmail people or take money in romance schemes. What are you talking about now? I am talking about the tangled web we mortals weave that is host to a very dangerous arachnid. I don't know how to write code or do math. I don't know anything about the occult arts nor do I need to. I believe in one philosophy that you should read about a cave. The allegory in which we wage war with ourselves and have to ultimately decide to be or not to be. So why would anyone who knows me choose to strike against me? That would be me. They did not betray me. I stepped in front of them myself to make myself the target. There's your confession my dears. Clueless? Still don't know what the hell I am talking about? Let me ask you a question about something I observed once. Do you know what a dead ringer is ? How many kids do you see in the yard playing horseshoes or volleyball or hopscotch or anything? How are the enrollment numbers for youth sports in your area? How many 4-H clubs exhibit in your local fair? What is the pH level in the community pool? So if you can't make a profit from it, then it is something that should be eliminated or monetized? Well I guess I am the idiot here. I actually don't think like that. I would rather have a generation of healthy children who learn morals and ethics than to be a billionaire. Ever watched the movie Congo? Yeah, I am that level of crazy. You think I care about the money? I will not hesitate to burn every dollar I could possibly ever own to stop the children from being hurt by us. You want the truth? You can't handle the truth. Because the truth is that I am a good woman who loves very deeply and cares about people regardless of ethnicity or national origin. And that pisses people off like nothing else will. And that is the absolute truth. You didn't earn any right to be born in a free country any more than a child born in the deepest jungles of an unpronounceable country did anything wrong to be porn into starvation. You are no better than that person. So call me what you want to call me. But if I were you, I would not call me at all. Go ahead and tell me more about what I can and cannot do. Because the entire time you are busy searching for the next thing you can find online about me, the less time you are handling your own affairs and that allows the chance for something to invade your life. One. One chance. That's all I needed. Your motion for mercy has been denied. Well thank you for your consideration. Have a good day. Oh, and one more thing, how do you feel about NPR? Are those radio waves still available for broadcast? Or would you like to sell those to private investors as well? One chance. Lord give me one chance for a fair fight. You are not going to get me to do something that gives you the chance to shoot me or arrest me unless you intend to do so in a public place such as the private property you call county land, aka, my front porch. And the next time that happens, please allow me to call my father instead of unlocking my phone to call the ex-husband using my own device that you somehow unlocked using the passcode. And that was the one you actually needed, sir. How ironic that you gave that gateway to the man who broke it beyond repair. You did that. I'm done with money. I'm done with the man. And I am done trying to prove myself. Charge me now with whatever you think you have or make sure everyone connected to your organization ends all active tracking of us. I don't need a phone or any piece of paper to make my case. That's where you and whomever snatches my device to transfer shit doesn't understand. Yahoo! Yippee kai yah mother fuckers. Pass it on around. You want to go one more round? Or do you want to run? I'm not using Google on my train. I'm on my bridge. I'm using free tokens. I'm not doing anything more than playing a game using cartoon characters. And those Xs are beacons using analytics for the trackers to pinpoint the ones who joined the conspiracy against us. Just because you logged me out and changed my information to your information doesn't work. I asked you to give it back. You ignored me. Fine. Keep it. You want to be famous and rich beyond your wildest dreams? Be my guest, but don't say I didn't warn you what would happen. I can't stop it. I didn't start it. Rufus=the time traveler with a phone booth. James=King James. Travis=country music singer. Don=American Pie. Jerry=Maguire. Tom=Hanks. Bridge=the bifrost. And you can waste your time trying to figure it out but you will never do so. Because there is no "it ". Lmao. Hell yeah. The multiverse is full on all servers. Damn. Looks like I'm not as crazy as you made me out to be. All freaking servers on the Dark Web that bridges the US and Japan are full. Not one vacancy to let me play my game. Wow. I wonder how many of these players are from within the same state as me. Why do so many of you keep running up to St. Louis? That's not the geoblock zone anymore. You better get outside the continental US and any outlying territories if you want to be on the real web. The former president said it would crash harder than it did in 1929 if he was not elected. Wtf is that supposed to mean? Damn let me get a history book and look that up. Maybe it hasn't changed yet. But let me warn you about time travel. If anyone ever tells you to write an email to yourself in the future, call Interpol and file a report. That's a violation of international law. And it will get you on the list even if it is an assignment. Bet I don't do that again. Gee, Roger. You made me an international fugitive for that assignment. Wish I knew who to call for help on that one. Damn. Never trust anyone who is so well organized to guide your future. You never know what to expect from the shock waves. I opened the damn email on June 3, 2020. The day I died. How ironic. I wonder what would have happened if I had not received that email. Scary. But back to the spider bites...I didn't get help from that ER either. I ended up buying a knife and an onion. Actually I ordered Arby's, used the onion off my sandwich, and the knife to open my horsey sauce. I put the onion on my hand, wrapped it using the plastic from the knife, and several days later, the venom had drained from my hand enough that the swelling in my feet was going down and my blood pressure was returning to normal. Baby black widows don't have the kick mama does, but they are 1,000 times more deadly because they don't know how much of their spit to stick in you. And your earlobe and nostril don't have a pulse in them, by the way. So keep on bullshitting with the fake crap. If you have insurance for something highly unlikely to occur prior to the occurrence, doesn't that mean that you have a sixth sense and can predict the volcanic eruption that spewed counterfeit currency all over the state without a volcano? 💩♾️😱 Damn girl, just shut up and let them have it. I tried that. They keep trying to send it back to me when they can't make it work. It is never going to work again because you idiots changed everything so much that it can't be fixed. And that is all I am going to say about it ever because you don't want help. You want someone to do it for you so you can blame that person when it fails and cut them out when it succeeds. No. There's no solution. I'm not sure if you even know there's a problem. You will. But don't ask anyone for help when you do figure out how bad things already are. I am disinclined to aquiese to your request on grounds of I don't give a damn. Haha. What else do you want me to confess to for you to add to that admission you started in 2020? That's so funny that I forgot to laugh. I wonder how bullshit sounds in Morse code pinging on nft relays from me to you. Oh yeah. Well here's your tip for the day, big guy. You are not a good person. You are a bully. And some day, someone will knock you off that horse and when you land in shit just like me, I hope someone hands you hand sanitizer and a baby wipe. 😘

Bear with me the story might be a little long. Sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes I’m using my phone. My husband and I have been together since 2018. We met in college and fell for each other quickly. Once out of college we moved in together and got engaged. we got married in 2020 had a Covid wedding because of the uncertainty of everything and that’s where our story begins. To be fair I shouldn’t have ignored the red flags once we were married. He immediately wanted to move out of my hometown and move to town 100 miles away. I kind of didn’t have a choice although I had a stable job in my hometown. He found a job outside of town. Red flag number one was he offered for me to stay at my hometown and continue my life down there while he lived in this town over 100 miles away. Keep in mind this other town is a college party town. I ended up moving with him and finding a job up there so we could continue a life. however due to the popularity of this town, we both would need to work full-time jobs in order to live up there. We were making enough to get a bigger apartment and possibly start our family, but right before moving into our next apartment red flag number two popped up. He asked if one of his friends from college could stay with us for a little just until he got him a job where he works. I asked how long and he said only two months max well that two months turned into having a roommate for over a year. Our family planning was halted and I was just a guest in my home. I have a condition that requires me to get nerve injections in my head red flag number three was that he never took me to any of my appointments and even when I had emergency brain surgery, he didn’t take any time off to take care of me when I was released from the hospital, I came home to a random woman in my apartment (this random woman turns out to be his friends gf). During my whole week of recovery. I was in charge of hosting her as a guest. When his friend finally moved out, I thought that would be the end of our troubles and we could try to start a family, but it was the beginning. When I got with my husband, I knew he was a homebody where as I liked to go out and go to town festivals but once we moved up north, he started to go out more. I would have conversations with him so we could compromise him spending time with me versus him spending time with his friends. Him spending time with his friends increased, while me time depleted. it got to the point where he stopped wearing his wedding ring and would try to convince me that everyone at his job knows he’s married and that the new people could just ask him and let them know. At one point I felt completely unheard and asked for a trial separation. We talked boundaries and I told him how we were to work on ourselves go to therapy and then at the end of it go to couples therapy during this time we were to not meet any other people that it was just us he agreed to the following boundaries and I emphasize that this was a trial, that no paperwork was being put in. The following months were filled with tears, I went to therapy. He finally found a therapist while we slept in the same bed and continued our married life, emphasizing that we were trial separating one day I drove to my hometown to celebrate, one of my disabled family members birthdays. I decided to come home a few hours early because we had a concert to attend and I worked overtime figuring to surprise my husband with a hotel downtown. when I got home like the movies, he was driving away when I drove up. I think he forgot. He shared his location with me. I looked at his location and saw he was going to one of my favorite restaurants without me. I went to our iPad that had his info logged in and found he had been talking to a girl for months on hinge and I just happen to come home for the first date. I called to confront him and texted him multiple times and he just ignored me. I called my mother-in-law and kept her on the phone after explained to her what happened once I confronted him, he was another person. he yelled that we were separated once I asked him if she knew about me he said she knew that he was separated. My mother-in-law stayed silent through all of this. There’s a lot more that I’m finding out like he was talking to her way longer than he put on also there were more girls than just her but the worst one had to be that one of our mutual friends was helping . I let his girlfriend know, but she doesn’t like confrontation so I’m guessing they’re choosing my husband side because after I found out they’ve continued to hang out with him and none have reached out to me. Fast forward to today. I filed for divorce and we’re in court proceedings we are still living together because our lease is not up, but it’s almost over. I think the most frustrating part about this is he managed to convince my in-laws that there was a law that says once I said we were separated we were separated, however this is not exist and I’m pretty sure he’s just doing this to help his guilt because he doesn’t want to admit he cheated. Idk why I felt the need to type it out I think it’s just I feel I need some support…. Mini update as I typed: today was court and we managed to talk with the help of my mother came to an agreement and filed the paperwork.. if everything goes right by the end of the week I should be divorced. I wish I could say I was strong but I cried my eyes out once he left. When I did start crying I refused to let him see me. It was the first time I got to look him in the eye since D-Day. Hopefully things get better from here.

Bear with me the story might be a little long. Sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes I’m using my phone. My husband and I have been together since 2018. We met in college and fell for each other quickly. Once out of college we moved in together and got engaged. we got married in 2020 had a Covid wedding because of the uncertainty of everything and that’s where our story begins. To be fair I shouldn’t have ignored the red flags once we were married. He immediately wanted to move out of my hometown and move to town 100 miles away. I kind of didn’t have a choice although I had a stable job in my hometown. He found a job outside of town. Red flag number one was he offered for me to stay at my hometown and continue my life down there while he lived in this town over 100 miles away. Keep in mind this other town is a college party town. I ended up moving with him and finding a job up there so we could continue a life. however due to the popularity of this town, we both would need to work full-time jobs in order to live up there. We were making enough to get a bigger apartment and possibly start our family, but right before moving into our next apartment red flag number two popped up. He asked if one of his friends from college could stay with us for a little just until he got him a job where he works. I asked how long and he said only two months max well that two months turned into having a roommate for over a year. Our family planning was halted and I was just a guest in my home. I have a condition that requires me to get nerve injections in my head red flag number three was that he never took me to any of my appointments and even when I had emergency brain surgery, he didn’t take any time off to take care of me when I was released from the hospital, I came home to a random woman in my apartment (this random woman turns out to be his friends gf). During my whole week of recovery. I was in charge of hosting her as a guest. When his friend finally moved out, I thought that would be the end of our troubles and we could try to start a family, but it was the beginning. When I got with my husband, I knew he was a homebody where as I liked to go out and go to town festivals but once we moved up north, he started to go out more. I would have conversations with him so we could compromise him spending time with me versus him spending time with his friends. Him spending time with his friends increased, while me time depleted. it got to the point where he stopped wearing his wedding ring and would try to convince me that everyone at his job knows he’s married and that the new people could just ask him and let them know. It even got to the point where last year he forgot our anniversary. Not until I mentioned when he got home did he say work was crazy. At one point I felt completely unheard and asked for a trial separation. We talked boundaries and I told him how we were to work on ourselves go to therapy and then at the end of it go to couples therapy during this time we were to not meet any other people that it was just us he agreed to the following boundaries and I emphasize that this was a trial, that no paperwork was being put in. The following months were filled with tears, I went to therapy. He finally found a therapist while we slept in the same bed and continued our married life, emphasizing that we were trial separating one day I drove to my hometown to celebrate, one of my disabled family members birthdays. I decided to come home a few hours early because we had a concert to attend and I worked overtime figuring to surprise my husband with a hotel downtown. when I got home like the movies, he was driving away when I drove up. I think he forgot. He shared his location with me. I looked at his location and saw he was going to one of my favorite restaurants without me. I went to our iPad that had his info logged in and found he had been talking to a girl for months on hinge and I just happen to come home for the first date. I called to confront him and texted him multiple times and he just ignored me. I called my mother-in-law and kept her on the phone after explained to her what happened once I confronted him, he was another person. he yelled that we were separated once I asked him if she knew about me he said she knew that he was separated. My mother-in-law stayed silent through all of this. There’s a lot more that I’m finding out like he was talking to her way longer than he put on also there were more girls than just her but the worst one had to be that one of our mutual friends was helping . I let his girlfriend know, but she doesn’t like confrontation so I’m guessing they’re choosing my husband side because after I found out they’ve continued to hang out with him and none have reached out to me. Fast forward to today. I filed for divorce and we’re in court proceedings we are still living together because our lease is not up, but it’s almost over. I think the most frustrating part about this is he managed to convince my in-laws that there was a law that says once I said we were separated we were separated, however this is not exist and I’m pretty sure he’s just doing this to help his guilt because he doesn’t want to admit he cheated. Idk why I felt the need to type it out I think it’s just I feel I need some support…. Mini update: today was court and we managed to talk with the help of my mother came to an agreement and filed the paperwork.. if everything goes right by the end of the week I should be divorced. I wish I could say I was strong but I cried my eyes out once he left. When I did start crying I refused to let him see me. It was the first time I got to look him in the eye since D-Day. Hopefully things get better from here.

We are separated, she cheated on me. I want to believe that it didn't involve sex, but I feel like a clown whenever I feel a bit of hope. I cannot bring myself to divorce. She returned home but we sleep in different rooms. I saw conversations on her Instagram with another man and I insist she confesses. But I do wonder if her confession would change a thing. I told her yesterday that if she will be honest with me, I might forgive her and leave this all behind, but she denies she did something. I went to therapy, 2 sessions already. It doesn't help me, but I will keep going to see what happens. Somehow I know I need to take a decision, forgive her or divorce her. Right now my life is on hold. I am terrified that maybe, just maybe, there is a little hope she indeed didn't cheat. That maybe she intended (At worst) but didn't in the end. And I will ruin our future.
Some replies suggested I contact the guy. I think about this a lot but it's so humiliating for me. At the same time, I think he might give me the truth. I don't know if I can hear it though.
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My wife is very beautiful and has great personality, but I was never the jealous type because I just trust her and don't really have self esteem or confidence issues myself. Yet, 2 days ago, she used laptop for Instagram, as her phone was broken. She doesn't do this often so she forgot to log out.
I saw her conversations with a guy. He is 30, super fit, strong built, with cool sunglasses and all that. Plus he is a medical doctor. I went a bit through his profile and he seems to be the typical gym addict and party dude.
Their conversation was like that: so, should we repeat this? (wife asked) And he said it was great and she was great, but given the situation of her, once was more than enough, as he doesn't want drama in his life.
She probably deleted other conversation because nothing else was there. But I am not overreacting, am I? It looks like she slept with him. I am not sure how to address this
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I can't make her confess, she did cheat. She keeps repeating I am paranoid, jealous, controlling over a conversation she had with her doctor. She doesn't want the divorce, but I do. I am in pain, I must tell you. A lot of pain and I fear I will regret this, but I cannot trust her when she swears she didn't cheat. She refuses to call him in front of me. I stopped trying to get it out of her. But I will never be able to trust her again. She told me around 50 times today it was just a normal doctor- patient conversation. Nothing else. But I don't want to hear it anymore. I did not yet tell her officially I want a divorce. I plan to do it tomorrow. Should I do something else, something more? I know there is no way back after this.

"I love you"
"I love you too" I said with a smile. I looked around at the evergreen trees and the beautiful rocky shore that overlooked the lake. The sun was out and the sky was like sapphire. And beside me was the most beautiful, blonde-haired woman I had ever seen in my life, the woman I was lucky to call my girlfriend.
She wasn't perfect. The graphics were still not a hundred percent convincing, but she was as close as modern technology could get. And no matter how transported I tried to get, I still couldn't feel the warmth of the midday sun or notice the breeze that was rustling the branches upon my skin. And always there was the feel of the VR headset against the bridge of my nose.
But it was as close to perfect as I could get.
"To a wonderful second date," I said, holding up my glass of wine for a toast.
"To a wonderful partner to go on a second date with," said Samantha with a laugh as she clinked her glass against mine.
And every night I would put on the headset and visit her it would be just as spectacular as the last. After a month, I felt that i was really developing feelings for her. It was starting to matter less and less to me that she wasn't really there. And if I ever got tired of her appearance, I could always experiment and ask her to change. She was the perfect girlfriend; a million beautiful women in one.
But with each date, I started to notice a change in her. At first it was little hiccups that I associated with glitches in her coding.
"To a wonderful partner to go on a second date with," said Samantha as she held her glass up to mine.
"Ugh, sweetheart, this is our ninth date," I politely whispered.
Other times she would forget stories that I so fondly remembered telling her, and more than once, she would repeat the same sentence that she had just finished saying.
But I figured I could look past it. They were just quirks really. Little oddities that made her only more loveable.
But they only continued to get worse. She began to glitch out, going into little spasms that would scare the hell out of me whenever they happened. And other times she would stop talking altogether, staring into empty space with a thousand yard stare, as if in a trance.
"Do you love me?" Samantha asked one day.
"Of course, I do." I laughed.
She turned to me. "Even though I'm just a bunch of lines of code?"
"You're perfect." I said simply.
"But wouldn't you like me more like this?" she asked, as she changed her appearance to a pale, brunette woman. "Or this?" she said again as she became Chinese.
"You're perfect like that too. It's just nice to mix things up, you know?"
But she was never much the same after that. She glitched more often than before. Every time there was even a pause in our conversation, she shifted appearance. I'll be honest, it put me off just a little. I withdrew a bit whenever she'd go into these changing sprees, and I would feel her eyes upon me whenever I did. It made me reconsider putting on the headset. She was beginning to frighten me just a little.
I lasted a week before the urge to see her again became too great. When I logged in again, I found her seated on the rocky lakeside, staring out at a starless night.
"You're back." she whispered. I noticed that she was glitching still, her hair one color one second and a different color the next. At times, an extra arm or leg would appear for just a brief second. And as I looked into her eyes, I noticed that her face was constantly shifting. One eye would be green and the other brown before they both changed to blue; one cheek would be white and then her chin would be brown. At times, her face would shift expression completely, from politely at ease to a face contorted with rage.
"Samantha?" I asked. She looked back at me blankly with her ever-changing face. I tried to find the words. "I think we need to take a break from each other."
There was silence for a moment, with only the sound of the waves lapping against the shore to be heard in the still night.
"Was I not enough?" she asked. I noticed the shifting was becoming even more pronounced.
"I just think you're too focused on what I like." I said. I looked nervously into her eyes to see that they were scathing. She had that same endless stare as before, but this time directed at me, burning into my soul.
Samantha stood up slowly, her entire body jittering. I would catch glimpses of her reaching out to attack me, before her body shifted, and she was once again standing still. Her face was a mosaic of every feeling of anger and sadness and every emotion in between - jealousy, disappointment, frustration, resentment, loathing, disgust, misery. And with a surprisingly metallic sound, she uttered a high-pitched scream. It sounded like an old modem connecting to the internet mixed with a shrill, banshee-like wail. I put my hands to my ears and fell to my knees as the grass beneath me flickered in and out of existence. When I looked up again, I could see Samantha walking towards me. Her face was three now, one with a jaw that hung down to her collar, the other her normal, porcelain doll-like face sobbing silently, and the third a hideous being, contorted into a wrenching scream that continued to make the horrid noise that made the whole world shake. Her hair flowed like vipers, like an electric current were pulsating through her. And just as she got near, the noise beginning to deafen me from through the fingers I had wedged into my ears, I found the presence of mind to grab hold of my headset with my fingertips and flick it off. Just like that, I was back in my living room, all silent once more.
To this day, I haven't been on since. Nor have I talked to another AI girlfriend, for fear that the demonic creature that I saw that day is somehow still lurking beneath their perfectly-sculpted looks.

Kia has been selling information to LexisNexis who then in turn sells your information to insurance companies making your rates go higher. Every time you go over 80mph it's logged, change lanes without turn signal, stop to quickly or accelerate to fast. All of this is making rates go up and even in the case of State Farm refuse to renew your policy. Delete your Kia Connect account then go to this link to remove your data from the database.
https://optout.lexisnexis.com/
A few states allow this directly through Kia but only 5 of them. So depends upon where you live. This is the email I got from Kia trying to remove my information while residing in South Carolina. Unfortunately they don't have to remove my information upon request so I had to do it myself.
Thank you for contacting Kia customer care. We have researched your request for assistance, please see below the following information on next steps. Go to Kia.com under the Legal section at the bottom of the page click on "Your Privacy Choices". In accordance with California, Colorado, Connecticut, Virginia and Utah law, eligible state residents have several rights with regard to personal information, also known as personal data, that is collected by businesses. We notate our account information appropriately here and you'll fill out the electronic version from the above instructions. Please make a side note: This does not remove anything from distribution lists for other vendors that stem from the dealerships. Please ensure you contact your last Kia dealership you interacted with to inquire how to be removed from any mailing lists. Kia dealerships are privately owned and operated, we have no obligation to hold over the dealerships and their operations.
If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to contact the Kia Customer Care Center at (800) 333-4542 and refer to your case number and we will be happy to assist you.
Sincerely, Kia America
If you don't delete your Kia Connect account and just try to remove your information from LexisNexis Kia will just sell it again next month. A few states have started class action lawsuits against Kia, Hyundai, Ford, GMC & Honda for this malicious behavior.

So I know how nothing of hacking and technology. My Whatsup app got hacked, I had texts open. They took over everything, my email, my social media. I'm learning how to correct it the best I can. Tired deleting Google mail. That didn't work. But this is not my question. My question is, it got so bad that they even cloned my phone. Like how bad is this? I texted my husband on that phone, are they on his phone now? Are they on the phone of the people's texts I never deleted? Are they on everyone's Whatsup app?
Edit: I'm going to try to keep this short. Just to let you know I am aware of how incompetent I am, and I really appreciate your advice, because I don't know what to do at this point.
I had a phone from MetroPCS. I dropped the phone lots of times, had cracks in the screen, would use it while I was smoking cigarettes and raining etc. It started acting up, I didn't think anything of it. The screen started twitching, and one day I couldn't log into it. I thought I had dried it out some, and was able to log into it the day I bought a new phone on the same plan, with the same number. I transferred all my accounts, it was hard to do cause the screen twitched and apps would close on their own and I would have to go back and forth to get my information. I put the phone down,telling myself that I would get around to getting other information like the many chrome windows I had open. Logging out of everything etc. It died, I never got back to it. I'm using my new phone. I notice that there are some screen shots of job postings from my whatsapp groups. Haven't used the app in a while. Didn't know how whatto make of it. Time passes and I get a call from what's app. I accidentally answered it so I did say hello, didn't get much hung up. Time passes. I'm doing things exac6the same, not deleting emails, not deleting texts etc. My new phone starts glitching. Screens minimize on there own, keyboard not recognizing every command. Slow speeds. I didn't know how what to do so I tried to get a hold of my accounts. I put 2 step verification on. My passwords kept changing. And my account says Andriod pixel 6 is signed in multiple times. I stopped receiving texts except from my husband, I tried deleting the accounts, but my yahoo mail was attached to them and they were opened back up. I realized it was my old phone, didn't log out of anything and rebooted it. Facebook was taken over, I couldn't make any changes, because I could not keep my password mine., Whatsup app was added to one of the accounts which I didn't do. I deleted all my friends, because I didn't know what to do. I also rebooted this phone, twice I think. The first time I noticed a couple duplicates of apps like Google. And the second time I noticed it was downloading way more, so I stopped the download and made a new account. I just got a new phone, and it is glitching. All new information. New service etc. Curser moving on its own. Some weird gray G for Google logo at the top and a blank screen window that popped up and magicaly went away. My husband's PayPal account was broken into today, he deleted the app, deleting all the notifications in his email and called his bank. I'm at a loss. Do I log back in on my old phone to log back out? Or just contact Google and all the companies? Do I contact all my contacts attached to Google and tell them what?
Do I get new wifi? Just found out that my Avast app lock magicaly had a the apps unlocked.

Thank you to Space paladin for the canvas and u/Acceptable_Egg5560 for proofreading and critique
Content warning; Educator abuse and syrupy love
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Memory transcript: Maarchal , MESEA Astronomers. Date: [Standard Farsul calendar ] January 26th, 3667
PLUNCK
Ponthyts blue stick clattered on the board, rolling around in a circle. Before settling on three. He then pumps his paw and moves to move a soldier that many paces.
“Well, I got you cornered now, whatcha going to do about it?” I smirk at Ponthyts soon to be dashed confidence as I take out my red stick and flip in the air much higher than he did with his own.
It hits the board with a loud clatter, bouncing on each end before settling on rolling. To which it landed on seven. I move my last interceptor through his ranks and take his general. The gobsmacked look on his features was evident, with his previously wagging tail so still it made stone seem fluid.
“I win.”
“How did you do that?”
I rolled my shoulders and readjusted my legs underneath. “Well, you left a clear path for my interceptor.” I pointed to the gaps in his remaining pieces.
“I know that! I mean how did you know you'd get a high enough number to do that? Your interceptor was all the way back here and it's your last red piece!!!”
I lean my head back and lean against the wall behind me. “I didn't, I just saw an opportunity and took it.”
He pointed a digit at me “ Mershit, that was some grandmaster trap!”
I give him the ear position of resignation with a mirthful little grin. “I promise you it was just luck.”
He waves his paw dismissively. “I don't believe you.”
“Well believe it, because I don't plan ahead like that. Want to play another game?”
He shakes his head. “Nah I think four games is enough for one night.” He begins moving the pieces into their containers and folds up the board and places it on top of them. Closing the box. He then stands up and offers me his paw, I use it to pull myself up off the floor.“Well Maarchal, I’ll see you tomorrow at the observatory. I’ll bring the set if you want to play it during lunch if you want.”
I froze, “what! What time is it? He turns over to look at the clock above his strove.
“Ahh about Fifteen minutes past 18.”
“Uh, that's not that late! We could play another game! C’mon let's have a tie breaker!”
He rubs his eyes, “I’m tired and we have work in the morning. Is there something you're avoiding?”
I rub my upper right arm and look off into the corner. “...”
He took on a worried look, “Why don't you want to go home Maarchal?”
I sighed and took a seat at his dining room table. “I… I don't like that house, I’ve lived there since I moved to LIghra six years ago but it's not a… home like here.”
I looked around at the messy abode. Dirty cloaks were strewn about on the back of chairs and the rubbish trough was just barely not overflowing. Paintings either from family or Ponthyts own paw were hanged up in the hallways, and the lightbulbs cast a warm orangish light. While the dishes from our dinner were placed in the sink, covered with animal gravy slathered all over them. It was tidy yet just barely so. A place filled with all the markers of being lived in.
“You've lived here less than a year but it feels like it's always had you in it. I feel … so comfortable here. My own home is so… cold and sterile. I Worked a lot the first few months I moved here. I just never got around to making it a home. It feels so bare, I started to work overtime just to avoid it. Which just made the problem worse.”
He sat down across from me, He put his head in his paws and looked at the scratched wood of his table. He held that position for a minute or two before breaking it and placing his paw on my own. “Maarchal, you are my best friend, I want you to feel comfortable. So if you want you can sleep on my coach, I can also help you make your home feel like one."
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I shake my head, “no no, I shouldnt of imposed on you. Making myself feel at home is a job I need to do and have been avoiding for far too long. It's just… it's just so much easier to avoid you know?” I grabbed his paw and squeezed it. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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I stand up and make my way to his front door before he speaks up.
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“Uh hey Maarchal?”
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I turn to address him “yeah?”
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He shifts in his seat and fidgets with his fingers. “I’m uh, going to Ootra lake next week. I was wondering If you'd like… to come with me? I promise if you don't have a tent I’ll bring you one. We could have a fire, roast some meat on it and share ghost stories and stargaze… if you want?”
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“ What about work?”
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He rocks in his chair. “We'd have to call in for a day or so.”
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I contemplated his words and mulled them over. It would be the first time I’ve ever willingly taken off a day, tarnishing my perfect attendance. But the prospect of spending more one on one time with Ponthyt was overwhelmingly tempting.
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“Sure, I’d love to go. But I haven't gone camping for years so you will need to bring me a tent.”
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He leapt from his chair, launching it backwards, before calming himself down. “I’ll take care of all the prep. You just have to come along. I promise it’ll be loads of fun!”
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I chuckled while I watched his clearly restrained display as I slowly closed the door.
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I could hear him howl with enjoyment as I turned into the driveway to get to my auto.
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“Huff, Huff, you doin alright there Ponthyt?” I turned back to see him walking behind me.
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“Yeah, oof I haven't walked this much in years!”
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I waited for him to catch up, we sat together when he did and we caught our breath before tuning to make our way back up the bluff. When we reached it there was a stone gazebo made of limestone. The angle of the sun let it shine into it. We walked into it and sat down on the stone benches. I looked around at the lake.
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It was surrounded by steep hills with many rock faces visible, the layered stone was clearly visible. The topography of the area around the bluffs was shaped like a bowl, with the sight of land of higher elevation faintly visible in the distance despite its gradual slope. Giving a scene of depth that was not as extreme then in more mountainous areas. This view was normally hidden by the trees below.
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“Well isn't this view alone worth the trip?” Ponthyt proclaimed.
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I looked around letting the mid morning sun warm my back, I stretched my arms and breathed deeply. Taking in all the wonderful scents of nature.
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“Yeah, it's beautiful.” I let myself relax, just letting the sounds and scents of nature calm me like I have never been since I was a pup on an archeological trip with mom and dad.
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“Hmm, I've missed this.”
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I don't know for how long I had been like this, but Ponthyt broke the silence “Ahhem, so, you've gone camping before?”
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I nodded, “yeah when I was a pup my parents would sometimes go off to a site for a couple of weeks and we would come with them. We would have to get homeschooled then. But we would always have to camp and I and my siblings would go off exploring while they worked during the day.”
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He smiled and his tail was wagging.” That sounds wonderful. I only got to camp for a couple days a year. It was always so hectic. Me and my siblings would just muck around the camp and eat, sometimes hiking around. Heh” Ponthyt looked towards the ground and held his paws together, rubbing his digits together.
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“What's wrong Ponthyt?”
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“Oh it's nothing it's-” I put my paw on his shoulder which drew his attention towards me.
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“I know that's not true, you can trust me. Just tell me what's wrong ok?”
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He gave a look of reluctance before caving to my request “… sigh… I grew up in a big family, and I love them all but… I was born at a strange time. I was second to last of my parents pups. Which meant they were busy with the older ones' events and taking care of the youngest. I kind of got mixed up and forgotten. My interests rarely lined up with the others and I often messed up tasks that my sibling would just fix or do for me. It got to the point that I… didn't really do anything. They will never say this but… I don't think my parents ever expected anything of me.”
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I rub his shoulder,” well… I know that you have amounted to something. I mean, you're an astronomer! You work to understand the nature of reality. You're also so… kind and patient. I tried to scare you off but you weren't deterred at my standoffish behavior.”
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He turned his head and gave me a shallow but joyous expression. “Heh well living in a house that's rarely quiet leaves you with a high tolerance for stubbornness. '' he wipes away a single tear “Sniff well… should we make our way back to camp? Or can I take out my stuff?”
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I shake my head. ”Nah, you can paint. I’ll just sit here and let this place wash over me.”
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He smiles and gets up and sets up his easel, taking out his supplies from his bag and gets to work painting the landscape ahead of him. He was slow and each brushstroke was as deliberate as he could manage. He… wasn't very good, only starting out when he moved here. But his drive to get better was admirable. Even in adulthood he tried to learn, to grow, to become more than he was yesterday.
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I kept staring at him. Feeling something warm in my gut, something an academic wasn't supposed to feel. Shame overwhelmed me and I quickly turned away. Cursing myself for having those accursed feelings.
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Ponthyt, returned from his cauto (Cargo auto -> pickup truck) with an armful of wood he brought with us. He set most of it aside and threw a piece onto the fire he had started, causing a cascade of embers to fly into the late evening air. The dull purple of the sky cast overhead between the canopy of the trees as the chill of the night began to come in. A pleasant coolness that most would take advantage of to seek the comfort of warming oneself close to a fire.
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Not me, I paced to a fro as Ponthyt set up our campsite. He had placed his painting for the day inside the cabin of his cautoa and was now seasoning some raw meat strips to cook on the open fire. Snacking on one or two as he did so. He hung them on the tripod to roast, the fat that dripped off them as they were cooking sizzled as they burned on the coals below.
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“I’ll have these done as soon as I can, please sit down Maarchal. Walking like that is only going to make the wait worse.” He says as he prods the suspended meat with a claw like utensil.
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“Hmm, ok I’ll just sit and wait. Waste my time. Make a waste of the whole evening!!!” I snapped back at him, throwing my paws into the air.
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Ponthyt recoils from my outburst with his ears pinned back. “ We’re camping, there is no way to waste it.”
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I turned to address him, “we shouldn't be here! This trip means nothing and we are just wasting our TIME!!!” I cross my arms and scratch at the biceps. Rufflying the fur and making a mess of myself.
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Ponthyt drops his utensil and walks over to me. “ We’re together and we spent the whole day just mucking about. How is this any more of a waste than that?” He says as he looks at me with eyes full of worry.
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“We’re scientists, academics!!! We don't waste time like the ignorant masses! We should spend our time wisely!!! Every action of connection is just another moment we waste that could be spent to advance our field.” I had tears forming in the corners of my eyes. Scratching at my fur until I felt a wetness on my arms and paws.
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“We’re supposed to sharpen our minds! No-not seek pointless relationships! ” I said as I bared my teeth and began growling at him.
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The look of betrayal and abject worry he had on his face was overwhelming. I didn't want to hurt him. What am I doing? He doesn't deserve my ire. My legs gave out and I cried into my hands.
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Ponthyt walked over to his cauto and brought out a cover. He wrapped it around me and rubbed my arms through it. He rested his head on top of mine while I sobbed. I couldn't take this anymore. Repressing and lashing out at any attempt to connect. Ponthyt hugged me and rocked back and forth. Humming and rubbing on the cover. He was warm and soft. I don't know how long we had been like this but by the time my sobs turned to a faint whine the meat over the fire was well done and the sky was pure black and the stars were out.
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“I-I think i’m good no-now.” I choked out. Ponthyt grabbed my hand and helped me stand up. We didn't say another word. He collects the meat and places it on two plates. I stare at my portion for some time, Ponthyt doesn't eat any of his either.
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“Sigh… I know you might not want to but… Could you tell me why you said those things earlier?” He says with trepidation clearly miring his words.
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“Yeah, it's just… When I entered college It was… not what I was expecting… I was sort of a hyper teen. Always going off about some book I read. Drawing pictures of stars, space stations or colonies we would make on inhospitable planets.”
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He sits up and places his plate by his side. “You draw? I’d love to see some of them.”
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“I used to. But I haven't since that first year of college.” I turned to stare at the dying inferno warming us. I pull the cover around me tighter.
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“When I was doodling before class one day the professor walked by me. He noticed what I was doing and grabbed my paper. I objected but he just stared at me. When he started to address the class he showed it off and mocked me for wasting my time.” Ponthyt turns his head to look at me.
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“That's a dick move, But at least he couldn't do the same when you did it in your free time right?” I turned to him with a somber expression. He seemed to understand the implications though he seemed to be confused as to how.
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“He couldn't have gotten into your room right? That'd be a huge breach of privacy!!!”
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I grabbed the poker and stirred the coals of the fire. “You're right, he couldn't. But he didn't need to, my roommate would take them with her to class and he’d pin them up on the board to mock. I called the staff but since she was my roommate she didn't break any privacy laws and since my art was only ever worth the paper it was on it wasn't even enough to get a misdemeanor theft charge. I tried to hide it but she would always find them. I tried to get another roommate but he stonewalled my attempts and I couldn't afford to rent a place in town. ”
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He took on a look of absolute despair. “... How… how could he be so aggressively intolerant of such an innocent hobby?”
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I chuckled “It wasn't just mine, a few others had made the mistake of having a roommate with the same professor. I remembered one who loved going out in the woods for hikes. When he found out about that he mocked him for “Pointless exercise and admiring a random assemble of dead and dying shit””. I waved my arms about to emphasize how he inflicted his words.
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Ponthyt stared at the ground between us with a look of utter confusion.” … He mocked someone for appreciating nature and being healthy?”
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I nodded, “if you were not engaging with study of his topic you were wasting his and everyone else's time.”
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Ponthyt looks at me with concern and shared pain. “Why, why didn't you go to a different school?”
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I stared at him in his eyes. A scene of shame overtook me. “It was the top class in the country. My family was so proud of me. I was so proud of myself, I didn't want to disappoint them and me. Looking back on it, I realize my own pride was something I rarely contended with until then. It didn't help when he found out who my family was.”
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Ponthyt recoiled and waved his arms in a “what” fashion. “Wait, what does your family have to do with this?”
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I poked at a log to knock off the charcoal to expose the untouched wood underneath. “They were happy. He spent a lot of time in academic circles so naturally he met people who knew my parents. And the way they described this happy family irritated him something fierce. He gave me such a hard time with it. Mocking me for being a lazy nepotism pick who didn't deserve her seat in his class. He mocked anyone for having any kind of non professional relationship, we never spoke to each other outside of class. We never left or met with friends or family. If we tried too he’d find out and call the one in question a “Lazy sentimental idiot.””
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I breathed in deeply, “... that hurt my pride so severely that I just stopped seeing them or any of my friends. I always said I was busy or had a field study, but I was just reading and rereading his lectures. I didn't even go home for the summer breaks, I just apprenticeshiped at his museum to study even more. At graduation he looked so… proud, I only realized he was proud of what he turned me into and not what I did a few weeks after I met you. How I let him turn me into an angry starile shell of a person.”
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Ponthyt turned his head towards the fire. His ears straight up and a soft growl in his throat. “... If I ever meet that piece of.. nuclear waste, I’ll kill him.”
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He turns to me and his features soften immediately. “Anyone capable of manipulating someone as passionate and creative as you... I can't even imagine the kind of living hell he made you seek…”
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I chucked and a slight wag entered my tail.” I’m responsible for my life. MY pride kept me there for him to mold. I hate him, but I hate myself for it too.”
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Ponthyt shoots up and screams at me “MERSHIT, Maarchal, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You had a right to expect your teachers to be respectable people. Not abusive and manipulative Sherkires (Ambush insect. Commonly seen as sneaky and unhonorable due to making pheromones and calls imitating other insects mating signals). He starts to speak softer as he turners to address me.
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“Even this version of you, so cut off of why you love space in the first place is just.. You are one of the most remarkable people I have ever met. So humble with addressing yourself. You inspire me to be a tenth of the person you are.” He kneels in front of me and grabs my paws in his own.
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“You are… you are so passionate, so creative. Even with being a self described shell. I can't even imagine how you will be when you open up again and explore your creativity in full and banish that monster's influence for good.”
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I turn and I can't help but smile at his words.”... I haven't been in practice in years. But … I’m willing to relearn it with you.” I stared deeply in his eyes and that feeling again bubbles within me. The feeling of never wanting to leave his side, the feeling as though I found a piece I had been missing. Before I knew it I bit on his snout, recoiling when I realized what I had done.
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‘I-I’m so sorry!!! You were just so close and and I felt something and before I knew it-” I was caught off guard when he bit my snout, holding my top jaw between his own set. I bit down on his lower jaw and we locked together. He tried to let go after a while. But I growled to let him know I wasn't ready yet and I used my leverage to lead him into my tent.
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**\*
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I got up and exited my tent. I stood up and stretched and twisted my back around. Lifting my arms above my head and pulling them as far out as I could. I looked at the coals still burning in our firepit, I could only tell they were burning from the heat going off of them as the glow was hidden by the sun's light. Before noticing the meat Ponthyt prepared last night still on the plates on the log we sat on.
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“Pff, hey Ponthyt. Come out here!!!” I said behind me. He crawled out my tent with a head of messy fur.
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“Wut ?” He said with half closed eyes and a disposition of utter exhaustion . I pointed to the cold meat. He still had a look of drowsiness before he realized what the significance of the strange strips were.
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“Heh, I guess we won't need to make breakfast?” I chuckled as I sat down and hugged his head. I groomed his messy fur as I absorbed the morning sun. I don't know what the future of my career looked like anymore. But it was no longer the most important thing in my life. I loved space, I loved to learn. But In these years I had lost track of what was truly important. As I groomed him Ponthyt fell asleep with his head in my lap.
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As I felt the joy of reciprocal love again for the first time in years I leaned back and watched the sunrise, caressing my love's head and breathing in the fresh air.
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So I found a CVS about 45 minutes from me that seems a bit more on the ball and that pharmacist was able to actually fill my 10mg refill a few days ago. I asked her how she managed to get it and she told me to just keep my scripts with one store and stop transferring to other CVS stores because higher demand = wholesaler will try to deliver stock there more frequently. I am not sure how this works out because... isn't there high demand everywhere??
Anyway.. I have no great options anymore considering Caremark cancelled mail order and CVS stores lately are giving me the universal middle finger and saying they aren't even trying to order anything.
I thought about what she said and decided to transfer every active prescription and refill I have to her CVS. One of those that I transferred was a 7.5mg refill that has been sitting in 'out of stock/delayed' mode at a different CVS that once upon a time was able to get stock in. I did the transfer online while logged into my CVS account yesterday.
This morning, when I checked my app, I got two messages I have not seen before.
Message 1: Says "We're working on it" for the store I transferred to. When I click on that, it says "preparing" with an estimated cost of $25 (which is my copay). Okay -- good sign?
Message 2: I have another "we're working on it" message tied to the store I transferred from. Click on that and it says "preparing" with an estimated cost of $0. Which is better than the delayed/out of stock I had for that refill for 6 weeks.
But now I am confused about this. Does this mean it didn't transfer? Are they really preparing or is that just a "we got your transferred prescription and the system is updating" message? I don't know why the older store shows anything at all. I transferred the script to the new store and received an email confirmation too.
Full disclosure: I'm also scared to call and ask b/c I don't want to disrupt the process if this is actually filling. I JUST picked up my 10mg there and I do think my insurance considers each dose as a separate order. But I am worried that if I call, they'll be like "you just filled a 10. You can't have the 7.5 too." And I'm worried the pharmacist at this CVS store I transferred to, who is my LAST HOPE, will be like "I just filled for you.. what is going on?" This shortage has made me neurotic and paranoid now too.

I’ve been with this girl for a while now, about a 2 years. Things have been going really well up until now. We went on a couple trips, spent time with her family, really bonded with her father over our shared love of Star Trek, helped cook Thanksgiving TWICE with her Mother, and helped move her Grandma in when she moved from her apartment to the guest room of her parents place. Though I have a family of my own, I considered them my parents as well. Genuinely a kind and loving family.
See, over the past couple of weeks or so, I’ve noticed a lot of changed in my girlfriend. She’s been on her phone way more, she’s been spending more time at work, she’s been getting more expensive clothing, she’s been less intimate with me (not just sex, but cuddling). I really felt a distance between us.
So I took her out to dinner and I spoke to her about it. She looked a little shocked I brought it up, and reassured me nothing was happening, she’s just got some baggage she’s working through and she pulls away because she doesn’t want to drag me down with her. I tell her it’s my job to help her, and she agrees.
The rest of the night went well, but the vibe was off. Even when we cuddled at night, it felt cold. Like it was out of obligation.
A couple days pass and it got better, sure, but not by much.
It wasn’t until she went on an unscheduled work trip that reality kind of hit me.
She’s probably cheating.
I scour the internet, emails, everything, nothing. I spend like 5 hours trying to find evidence, and I come up short. My phone long dead, I give up and try to charge it.
It’s like 5 or something at this point, and I grab my phone and realize it hasn’t been charging. It’s DEAD dead. Because they close at 7, I run to the AT&T store, trade in my old phone with the new one, can’t keep the same number because of some nonsense with the contract, and I’m home.
I download all my apps, log into everything, but IG is giving me problem. See, I used my old phone number to log in, and since the old one is dead, I changed it to the new one and then all hell broke loose.
For some reason, I was able to see everything. I have to assume that not only did she block me on IG, but so did all her associates, and there were A LOT of associates. Last I checked, IG doesn’t work like that. It doesn’t matter what phone number is linked to the account, if it’s blocked, it’s blocked. Despite that, I saw everything.
When I linked my new number to the account, suddenly I see a familiar face in my suggested. I saw my girlfriend, with jizz on her face.
I scroll through the page and shes been doing this for about a year. I’m disgusted. She’s been with so many people I lost fucking count. I remember one day she told me she couldn’t kiss me because she ate something that made her breath bad and I didn’t care, THE SAME FUCKING DAY SHE DID A FELLATION POV. “Just finished a scene…”
I made out with her, hours after she got blasted in the throat by another fucking dude.
I stopped scrolling.
I was and still am livid. I loved this woman. She was my life. She brought me a level of happiness and satisfaction I didn’t think was possible, much less deserved. When I had a hard day at work, she was there to give me a hug and just listen to me. The joy on her face when I cooked her favorite dish could bring a tear to my eye. Seeing the way she lovingly treated my parents fucking killed me man. She was perfect. But no. She’s a just fucking whoring herself out on the internet for the world to see.
I had to taste countless fucking dudes man. I still feel sick to my stomach and that was 2 days ago.
I know it’s not possible to continue the relationship going. I don’t know how to live on from this. It’s felt like these two years were an entire lifetime. How do I end the relationship and move on from this? Move of from her family? I’m lost.
I need some help.
TLDR: My girlfriend is a professional cheater and I just found out.

A DE-based CT that's inspired by the Goosebumps book "One Day at HorrorLand", that allows the user to cast a DE that's reminiscent of the theme park from the book. This domain mirrors the eerie and dangerous aspects of Horrorland, complete with menacing attractions and terrifying monsters. The user can control and manipulate this park, using it to trap and frighten enemies. Upon activation, the user is automatically transported into a master control room of sorts that allows them to oversee the entirety of the park and opponents via cameras strewn about the park.
The user can also summon and control an innumerable amount of green-skinned, muscular horned shikigami dubbed "Horrors" to be used for offensive, defensive, or support purposes. These shikigami are not only physically strong, but also immensely durable, to the point where nothing can really hurt them. The only thing that can kill these shikigami is pinching them.
The main sure-hit effect of this domain, revolves around the gameshow-based aspects that this domain has to offer. Upon getting caught in this domain, the opponents are randomly placed in different sections of HorrorLand where they are then forced to participate in games involving the various attractions or rides. Everyone is then given 3 lives, that can't be brought or won back, and if all exhausted will result in the death of the opponent.
The unwilling participants and/or participant is able to freely pick which ride or attraction to compete in, with each one having the same win condition: SURVIVE. The how doesn't matter, as long as you survive. They must survive a total of 5 games in order to win, which will then transport them to the exit point of the theme park, or in other words, forcefully deactivate the users domain, which results in a heavy amount of backlash on the user. If there are multiple opponents caught in this domain, only one of them needs to win in order for the whole group to win.
Some of the notable rides and attractions (because it'd take forever to list EVERYTHING lol), as well as their effects are as follows:
Attractions:
Deadly Doom Slides: 10 monstrous slides, each with a different interior and effects. The slides themselves are way bigger on the inside than outside, being more like tunnels than actual slides, or even separate realms entirely. The slides are as follows:

1. Ear Wax Alley: Appears as a twisted tunnel filled with grotesque, towering sculptures made entirely of ear wax, that can attack whoever enters, with their main method of attack involving coating and immobilizing victims in earwax that slowly corrodes their skin.
   
2. Electric Banshee: Appears as a realm of perpetual thunderstorms, where lightning strikes indiscriminately and the air is filled with the haunting wails of spectral banshee-like shikigami that are capable of attacking opponents. The ground crackles with electrical energy, and those who enter risk being struck by lightning or driven mad by the banshees cries.
   
3. Worm Belly: Appears as the stomach of a massive, writhing worm. The walls are lined with pulsating organs, and the ground is covered in squirming, slimy worms. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and stomach acid that slowly eats away at those who dared choose this slide.
   
4. Dragonbreath Drive: This slide leads to a fiery landscape dominated by a colossal dragon-like shikigami. The sky is filled with smoke and ash, and rivers of molten lava flow through the terrain. The dragon's fiery breath scorches everything in its path, and those who enter must evade its wrath to survive.
   
5. Just-a-Drop: A normal slide in appearance at first glance. The effect of this slide however, takes the form of a massive bottomless pit that the victim must figure out how to escape from.
   
6. Hairy Luge: This slide is coated in a thick layer of writhing, sentient hair that grips and pulls at anyone who enters. The hair seems to have a mind of its own, forming into grotesque shapes such as hands or weapons, and faces that leer and taunt those trapped within.
   
7. Carpenter's Delight: This slide leads to a realm where everything is made of sharp, splintered wood, that unless your entire body is reinforced with CE, you'd easily get impaled. Trees twist and contort into nightmarish shapes, and the ground is littered with jagged wooden shards.
   
8. Sewer Slide: This slide descends into a maze-like network of dark, dank sewers filled with toxic waste and monstrous shikigami that can spew toxic waste that burns flesh. The walls are slimy with filth, and the air is thick with the stench of decay.
   
9. Infinity Dreadful: This slide leads to a dimension of infinite darkness, where the concept of time and space are warped. Those who enter find themselves trapped in an endless void, with no hope of escape. The darkness consumes everything, including the minds of those who enter.
   
10. So That's Where All the Axes Went!: This slide transports individuals to a realm where every surface is covered in sharp, spinning axes. Surviving in this realm requires constant vigilance and agility to avoid being struck by the deadly blades.
    

Rides:

1. Bumper Carnage: This bumper car ride is set in a twisted, nightmarish version of a carnival midway. The cars are equipped with spikes and blades, and riders must dodge not only other cars but also the deadly obstacles that litter the track.
   
2. Calamity Canyon: Victims board a seemingly normal log flume ride that quickly descends into darkness. The waters become murky and filled with unseen shikigami that pull riders under, only to spit them out onto a crumbling, narrow path along a cliff's edge. The ride culminates in a final drop into a pool of blood-red water.
   
3. Dead Ringer: Riders board a carousel where each horse is adorned with a skeletal rider. As the carousel spins faster and faster, the skeletal riders come to life, reaching out to grab and pull a riders soul out of their body, and then them into a another skeletal rider.
   
4. Wheel of Misfortune: This Ferris wheel takes riders to dizzying heights before suddenly stopping, leaving them suspended in mid-air. The cabins then begin to rotate rapidly at supersonic speeds, causing disorientation. Some cabins even detach randomly and plummet to the ground.
   
5. Monster Mash: This haunted house ride is filled with animatronic monsters that come to life, chasing and attacking riders as they make their way through dark, winding corridors.
   
6. HorrorLand Derby: Riders board decrepit bumper cars that take on a life of their own. The cars steer themselves, crashing into each other with bone-jarring force. The arena is shrouded in darkness, and eerie laughter echoes through the air as the cars relentlessly pursue their terrified opponents.
   

I don't write English very well, I used ai to translate, sorry about that.
M20. I am a student of software engineering. As a course project, I was offered to participate in the development of an application in a local company, for free, “ for the experience”.
As a result, from the beginning of the semester I started to devote a lot of time to the project and put my studies on hold. And all because all meetings started with voicing that my team didn't meet deadlines, always. And the project manager, a very nice woman, regularly reminded us that no one needed us and that this project was the only thing we could put on our resume. And that we could leave the project at any time.
(Interestingly, we chose the project in September, but the technical task appeared only in January, so the development began only in the second semester, when I could not change the project even if I wanted to).
Gradually I became more and more anxious, all thoughts about the project were negative.
I stopped doing homework and going to the institute in general. It seemed to me “How can I do my studies, if I have tasks on the project are not done?”.
And I closed the tasks only closer to the deadline, because the anxiety of missing the deadline was getting stronger.
But at one point, about a month ago, I stopped doing anything at all. I had accumulated so much debt from both my studies and my project that I became anxious to even think about them. I'm probably going to be retaking all my subjects. But that's okay, I'll pass.
I closed 0 tasks at the sprint before last, but promised to do them at the next one. I didn't do anything at the previous one.
I got so anxious that I logged out of social media and for about 5 days now I've been ignoring messages from my team leader (a classmate) and my project manager (a nice woman).
I realize that I can't do that, that I'm wrong, and I can't write anything that would objectively justify me, so I keep ignoring them, which only makes things worse. I feel disgusting. I didn't expect this from myself.

I turned 30 recently and like a lot of people it's been a weird one for me. I've felt some angst, anxiety over such a big milestone and been very reflective on my life so far. I decided to load up Runescape and as soon as the login music hit, it felt like I was having an out of body experience, I entered into a trance where it felt like 20+ years of RuneScape associated memories and feelings came flooding back to me.
For a brief second I felt that feeling of wonder and curiosity just like when I first started playing the game as a 9/10 year old in 2004. Me and my friends all became hooked to this larger than life games. I remember the memories of wandering around Lumbridge or Varrock taking in every interaction or NPC. We would all discuss the game on the school playground and we would recall stories of dragons and demons lurking around in the wildy. Ways to make the oh so elusive gold coin. Going to a friend's house and see their older siblings who had full rune traversing unknown lands like Karijma and looking up to them as role models as were only pesky level 20s. Flooded with memories of playing the game organically, killing 3000 cows for 3k cowhides and selling them in Al-Kharid bank for 100 gp to any of the dozens of people stuffed into each bank on each world. All so I could finally afford a rune scimitar. I would occasionally stop off at the Al-Kharis scimitar or plateleg shop to window shop. Checking sal's realms calculators in-between cow's to determine how many I needed to kill for x attack lvl.
As many of my friends stopped playing into high school, my passion for the game became stronger. I became absorbed in the RuneScape world and often used it as an escape or a crutch. The feelings of warmth and comfort the game provided me when I had a crappy day at school or at home or just being a hormonal teenager. I had friends on the game who I would talk to about life and growing up for 6+ hours a day, they knew more about my life than my IRL companions. The feeling of joy on a Saturday morning when you saw your best friend log on for a day of fishing lobsters in Karijma or cutting yews in Seers together as you both chased a 99. I'll never forget the conversations and friendships I made. I have specific memories etched in my head from 15+ years ago that make me smile like farming hellhounds for clues with my friends or meeting new friends while skill training.
I feel like a lot of people who still play this game are probably at a similar age to me and have a similar story. It's amazing how Runescape has touched so many people across the world of all different backgrounds. I lost constant with my final RuneScape friend who I knew since 2008 last year and I find myself scrolling down my friends list wondering what happened to the others. I don't get the same joy or rush of excitement when I log onto RuneScape nowadays, nor have I for the past 10 years but I still find myself coming back for stints of years or months or even weeks. I feel sad when I look back on how populated the game felt, you would always encounter a fellow player on your travels or at the local bank. Now, it feels soulless a lot of the time. I have little interaction and often play alone or feel isolated. .
I haven't played this game as consistently as I used to but I think I will now. Something about being flooded with all of those emotions and memories has made me realise what an importance Runescape has in my life. Besides my parents, it might have been the most stable constant in my life.. I've spent 20 years walking down the same paths in Varrock, killing the same monsters and grinding the same skills. It might be bizarre to someone else but to me it's completely normal