So super long story short I loved the original assassins creed and number 2 back in the day and I think I got pretty far with either brotherhood or revelations back in the 360 days. I ended up turning 18, moving away from home, and having less time for console games to the point the last game I really remember being interested in was 3. I really lost track of or interest in the games as I saw em on E3 until I just stopped paying attention altogether.
Fast forward to now with the latest AC announcement I've kinda had the spark rekindled for me but I also haven't played any of these in well over a decade. I was looking randomly on the Xbox store and saw that for about $60 I can get every AC game minus the most recent 2. In todays day and age is it worth buying those and trying to play through them or are they gonna feel super clunky and ugly? I have like a week to decide ty for your input.

Hello. I'm new here. I will probally try a few other communities too.
I need some advice because I'm getting nothing from the Google centre and no advice from the community pages.
I have another google account, which I have used for many years, I am locked out of this one, despite using the same device, mobile number and password.
I have Google Drive documents and photographs stored on this particular account which I cannot access, I also cannot log into sites which require sign in from this particular account. This is starting to concern me. It seems to be stuck on a loop, and no help or services from google. The 'help guide' suggested I just open a new account if I can't 'recover' my other, but what will happen to my files and work on my google drive? I have hundreds of files and photos? It's pretty poor.
I type in my email, no problem, then my password, no problem, then my mobile... then this comes up. I haven't changed my mobile, and usually I have had no problems. It has been like this for over a 10 days, I have left it a week before attempting again and still have problems.
Will I get access again, I don't know why this is happening and am very concerned and actually confused. And yes I know there are more serious issues in the world when I put down the computer, I am worried about access to photos and my work.
Verification
I have left sign in attempts from 2 hours to 7 days and I am still getting these banners. 'Unknown error'
I have heard that people have been barred or their accounts disabled, this isn't the case with this, so cannot login by recovering my account either.
Any thoughts greatly appreciated.

I sell stuff online and receive physical checks. I cash them at the grocery store, but I don’t know if the IRS is keeping track since I must enter my social security number when cashing. I’d like to avoid taxes or pinging some system, what would happen if I entered the wrong SSN during this process? Any tips for doing this better?

Throw away since I know this former employee is on Reddit.
This is in regards to a small, privately owned retail business in an at-will state.
Usually oral agreement issues are employees being shafted by owners/managers/etc. that the latter may have orally agreed to about X, Y, or Z to an employee. It has actually been difficult to find online search results that are reversed, which is the case I am experiencing with a former employee (let's call them Alex, in a gender-neutral manner to reduce revealing private info about them) - Alex is claiming that they were promised a large portion of ownership of the business as well as equity related to recent, large product investments.
We had to fire Alex because of prolonged, catalogued/tracked service quality and professionalism issues, as well as strong suspicion (and eventual solid evidence discovered post termination) of theft. The service quality and professionalism issues were discussed with Alex numerous times, and naturally known to other employees working alongside them. Eventually, after numerous continued issues and verbal warnings, Alex was formally written up and we had them sign the notes covered in the meeting. After a couple more months of still declining service quality, and odd, suspicious behavior that strongly indicated theft as mentioned, we were forced to terminate employment. We provided Alex with a fairly standard release form which essentially said "we won't sue you and you won't sue us, and if you sign you get 4 weeks of severance pay." Alex did not sign the form. Alex found new employment about 4 weeks after termination and to my knowledge has not filed for unemployment for the few weeks between jobs.
As mentioned, we later confirmed not only theft, but Alex was selling the stolen goods online while undercutting our prices and then even using the store's financial accounts to purchase shipping labels for their online customers to ship the stolen goods to them. We have screenshots of their Ebay account, along with pictures they took showing of the goods where their hand is visible with recognizable jewelry seen by all the staff before Alex was terminated (so we can confirm it's Alex in the pictures they posted). There is strong evidence of other theft but it is more difficult to prove.
Re: the oral agreement - it should be noted that I did in fact make an oral agreement with Alex, but of which is very different than the one they are claiming was made. Because Alex was our first employee and worked with us for over 5 years, I agreed that if the business was to ever grow to say another storefront, I would allow Alex to buy in for an undetermined percent of the business (probably around 10% at most). That is it. I've maintained that this was the agreement to Alex, my wife, and employees for a number of years, never changing the details of the arrangement. Unfortunately Alex made these poor service quality and theft decisions and was terminated before the business was able to grow into an additional store (still not a possibility at the moment and probably for another couple of years), thus the agreement is now null and void. This agreement was NOT written down or signed by either party (and thus no witnesses either).
Alex is claiming that they were promised to be given (yes, given, not just allowed to buy in) ownership up to 50% of the current business and 20%-30% or so of the value of recent product investments, of which would likely be in excess of $100,000 together. Alex's claim is absolutely not true. There is no paperwork, signatures, witnesses, etc. that would be able to confirm this unless they are going to forge something or have people lie for them. However, I am concerned about this because I otherwise do not have proof that this was not the agreement...
Our two current employees, aware of this situation, and aware of (and witness to) the poor and odd behavior of the former employee that led to their termination (including the theft), are more than willing to testify that Alex's claim is not the case. Alex even spoke to them about thinking about drafting a letter to me about a 7% ownership stake, which they never did. If they were orally promised such a great deal of ownership why would they need to draft a letter for only 7%? Unfortunately Alex has recruited the wrath of their parents (who they lived with for 6 years straight and just moved into an apartment, Alex is in their 30s.) who are going to bankroll them a lawyer. I would imagine that Alex has been telling their parents for some time now (like years) that there was some sort of oral agreement about ownership more in the line of their false claims (to the specifics I am not sure) and they have been able to convince them that their child is telling the truth. So Alex's parents could very well feel like they're telling the truth when they say their child told them about this crazy 50% stake and equity when in fact it was a lie. But how do I prove that? Do I need to prove that?
Here's where it gets a little more complicated - Alex's father (who I miss, he was a good guy) is handy and built a majority of the counters, drawers, storage, display tables, etc. in the storefront for free (he refused payment for the labor, but I paid for all the materials of which I have receipts for). Alex is claiming that because their father built all this furniture, it is "proof" that they were promised part ownership and equity (because why else would their father be so generous?...). But that is not the case, their father just wanted to help and participate in any way he could as he is nearing retirement and wanting to take on new activities. The employee may have been cultivating this false assumption that such construction is proof of promised partnership with their fathefamily from the start, although their father never mentioned anything like that to me.
The personal and professional betrayal aside, I'm concerned about Alex levying such accusations of ridiculous grand promises via oral agreement since it is so hard to confirm either way, and given this person's proclivity of lying (and stealing) I have little trust they will act in good faith if any legal proceedings unfold. I would love any advice on how to possibly handle this issue. Wouldn't the onus be on Alex to prove these grand promises? Given the little I have listed above, what "evidence" might be in their favor? How concerning is it that their parents are fully convinced their child has been wronged (I also know that Alex is telling friends and new coworkers the reason they were fired was because of me not wanting to "give" them part of the business)? It seems ridiculous a parent's perspective would hold much weight in actual legal environments since they would be so biased. Should I be concerned there is no written agreement about any of these promises (including the legitimate one about eventual opportunity to buy in)? Anything about their father volunteering their labor? Is it a good thing that our current employees are willing to testify (on their own volition, I didn't even ask them) about their own first hand experiences and conversations with Alex that contradicts many of Alex's statements? Anything else potentially troublesome I should be aware of?
Yes, lots of lessons learned here - get things in writing for my own protection against such claims. Unfortunately that is not the case here, so advice geared around the fact that no party has much to support their claims (well, I'm only claiming their claim is false) would be most helpful. Please let me know if you have any clarifying questions or need more information for better input. I really appreciate your time and consideration!

It says in the patch notes for 1.0 that Legacy saves are no longer supported yet if you rename your legacy save (legacy saves are stored in the same place where your normal saves are) from DreadDelusionEA1SaveSlot(insert save slot number).hell to DreadDelusionSlot(insert slot number).hell it restores the save with no issues apart from inaccessable achievements. Am I missing something or is there no difference?

I've debated on asking about this for about a month but put it off until now, Around the beginning of April this year I ordered quite a few things (all of the comics and a pin and patch) yet still haven't received them.
Some information: this order would not be considered international, as I live in America.
I also, around a month ago - received an update email saying the order had shipped out, and sure enough it showed up on the tracking.
Issue: its been stuck in pre-shipment, for almost a month now.
Is this normal? Is this a issue with the store or the shipping itself? I've tried to contact the store once but forgot to put in my order number, so should I resend it with it?

I met a guy one day, I thought he was cute. Suddenly he got my number, and we slowly started talking.
We would text, he would ask me questions like what my favorite songs were, what my hobbies were, etc
He would always say that there was a side I was hiding, and he was gonna break it, to get to know that side that I was hiding.
We would talk almost everyday, we work together, he would help me sometimes with finding things, or taking things back.
He was going to meet dad and mom, my siblings. We were going to hangout, but that did not go as planned
On the day of February 14th 2024, he sends me a text while at work saying this is not going to work out, he was talking to multiple girls, and hopefully we could still be friends.
I always knew, I never liked Valentine’s Day. But, when I received that message in my phone, it broke me, I was hurt, and I wanted to cry, but then I also just wanted to sigh in relief, like I didn’t have to try and make him happy if I he wasnt happy, and I wasn’t happy, and I wasn’t in the right mindset for it.
I hope he is happy, I hope he found what he wanted
I hope someone treats him like what he did to me.
I hope one day I could forgive and forget
But, that won’t be anytime soon.
I hope
I hope he does something good in life
I hope he moves soon
I hope he changes departments soon so I don’t have to see him soon
I hope he moves to the new store
But that won’t happen
At the end of it all, I just have to take it one day at a time, and hope for the best for him, and just face him at work, and move past it.

Before anyone asks my metrics are great! The other day I was on a shop and delivery when I started experiencing issues with the QR Code. I called over help from the store and their was nothing they could do, so I called customer service, while inside of the store, I first spoke with an agent by the name of Jennifer who didn't believe I was having issues(now keep in mind I already have a ticket in to the engineers about app issues on version 4.10.0 for Android with screenshots and recordings to show my issue) She wasn't interested in the ticket and wouldn't help me cancel the order because I was unable to do so. I asked to speak with a supervisor and that's when Doug answered the line. Doug was highly rude and kept saying well if you were at a Walmart store then they could help you. I had the team lead, ODT or whatever it's called Manager and the Store Coach trying to assist and even tell him that even they needed his help because there was nothing they could do, and they saw there was nothing I could do. Well Doug kept tossing around that he was corporate Walmart and he didn't want to speak to them and that he was sending a complaint to the trust and safety team, and they all thought he was rude. Well I turned off my Spark and decided to turn it back on today and saw that it was deactivated. I didn't receive a deactivation email or text. I filed an appeal and automatically filed a complaint on Jennifer and Doug, and I sent a request over for arbitration. I've dealt with Arbitration before when Spark owed me hundreds of dollars, which I received my money. When going through this process keep documentation, whenever an agent says they will email you after the call, just ask them if they can do it while you are still on the line so that you can keep up with the reference numbers it's a great way to keep up with dates and times and what the calls were about. Let's see how this goes... Wish me luck!!

And finally I got a demo on Steam.
A little context
About two years ago I decided to try making a game. It was decided to do a small, but not entirely microscopic project that would bring me satisfaction from its implementation.
So, throughout these two years, as development progressed, I acquired and improved my skills in order to create something useful. I’m not sure that I expected to do everything much faster, I don’t even remember my initial plans and deadlines, but I already registered the game at 3 demo festivals and successfully canceled the registration, deciding that I could do better. And finally the demo appeared where I had long wanted to see it.
What is the game about?
“Defeat/beat people” was conceived as a mixture of tabletop warhammer (in terms of scale it turned out to be more of a kill team offshoot), Xcom and Battle brothers. Naturally, not the ultimate version, but what I can put together on my own, trying to isolate what I like about these games.
In concept, this is a fairly simple turn-based tactics, without overload with numbers, with customization of units and quick battles that affect the balance of forces within the star system.
Most of the game was made by me alone. My girlfriend helped with the music, and she has been putting up with this development with me from the very beginning. I was also helped by several people who tested the game and caught bugs when I was no longer physically able to sit at the computer.
There is still a lot of work ahead. I hope to complete the full version of the game within a few months, but so far the actual development time has always been several times longer than planned.

My elderly neighbor found a Samsung smartphone on her property some time in the last 24 hours. No emergency contacts set up or other identifiers visible without the passcode. Phone number is 504-***-6065. PM me with the missing 3 digits and I’ll give you the exact location. Otherwise I guess I’ll take it to a Verizon store tomorrow to see if they can identify the owner since they own Tracphone now.

When buying a lifetime / pro set of wrenches, is this logic legit?

• First, you should get a FULL set of great, standard, combination wrenches. Full cuz it’s a PITA, expensive to get the rare/big/skip ones later. Strong cuz those are yer last attack; as in use a 6’ pipe extender and still not break/bend/strip.
  
• Second / Later, buy a fewer-number, popular sizes, cheaper set of ratcheting wrenches which you’ll use the most… but it’s OK if it fails cuz above. (Bonus points for flex head, reversible, both SAE & metric, etc.)
  
• Third, get the stubby wrenches, tbd combo or ratcheting, and the Large/Jumbo combo wrenches.
  

BUT… if weight/size constrained for a decade (due to college, pre-house, etc) THEN it’s schmarter to buy the Second ratcheting set first, but of better quality & both metric & SAE.
(Yes — full, easy, local warranty; Project Farm & Torque Test Channel rated; good store reviews; it’s known you’ll use tools forever; buy on sale after tracking prices, yada yada… this question is more about the thought process than make-model.)
And the great minds of Reddit say….

Background: around late 2018 or early 2019 I lived in a place where it's quite common for university and college students to cheat by paying someone to write papers for them. This ranges from standard essays and assignments all the way to Doctoral theses. Being prone to researching and writing - I made some extra money by working freelance for a company that provided those services (in case you were wondering - while shady and immoral af it's completely legal for the writers, while students who get caught could face a disciplinary hearing which could end in being banned from any higher education institute for up to five years).
Crime: around 18 months afterwards (Covid in full cry) I came across a familiar name online (facebook) spreading anti-vax fake news, harrassing parents vaccinating their kids, the works. Now, I must admit, I hate anti-vaxxers with a burning passion, they're nothing short of bio-terrorists and their selfish, entitled narcissistic stupidity cost people their lives. So like I said, the name looked familiar, and it was. Turns out it was a former "client" who graduated from university thanks to the "professional assistance" I provided through my line of work at the time.
Punishment: went back in my inbox, and there it was. All of it. Her full name, her social security equivalent number, the university on which she was enrolled, the course name, the class serial number, the professor's name - everything. So I started making some phonecalls from an old payphone in a nearby convenience store, followed by sending some documents from an internet Cafe, and what do you know? About a week later I see her posting about her degree being revoked, her place of work thinking of firing her (as she no longer has the necessary qualifications for her internship) and how she's simply miserable all around. And the cherry on top? I don't think they told her how they found out, as she is yet to reach out to the company I worked for at the time and complain.
Tl;dr - reported an anti-vaxxer to her university's management for purchasing written assignments, got her degree revoked.

This is the first time I have written something of this length, and is more of an exercise in self-therapy than anything else. Disclaimer: This story contains conversations about child abuse. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy it.
Nathan’s number appeared on my phone screen. I debated whether or not to answer it. We hadn’t been on speaking terms for a while, and while we did keep in touch sporadically, it was usually because of important family issues. I didn’t know of anything happening with mom or dad, nor with Talia or Rio, so I let it go to voicemail. I could always call him back later. I placed the phone back in my pocket, and returned to cleaning my camera. The phone buzzed again. A text message came through. I read the preview line from the home screen. “The city declared eminent domain on the house” I unlocked my phone, read the full text message, and dialed my brother.
I wasn't able to get any closer to the house than a few blocks. Most of the area was blocked off with chain link fencing and construction equipment in preparation for the demolition that was supposed to take place within the coming days. The barriers didn’t prevent people from walking in to the neighborhood, but it hindered scrappers from coming in and stripping the houses of copper wiring and plumbing.
I grabbed my camera bag out of the trunk of my car along with my tripod. I shouldered it and hooked the tripod to my bag. I pulled my water bottle out of the center console and shut the door. I stood next to my car surveying the neighborhood. 12 city blocks of old single family homes comprised the neighborhood where I grew up. Some of the houses had been empty for months, others for years. There was an eerie silence that permeated the still air. I could not hear the familiar sounds of people, pets, or cars. I locked the car and put my keys in my pocket. I patted my jacket down to ensure I had what I needed. After a quick check, I started my walk.
The sidewalk of the old neighborhood streets still bore the familiar cracks and grind marks from years of buckling and remedy. Leaves dropped by the trees still lay scattered all along the pathways and sidewalk. Korina’s house was the first house I encountered as I made my way through a gap in the fence. The yard was overgrown with tall grass and thistle. I could see the faded blue paint of the old house contrasting the green and browns of the lawn. The chain link fence that marked off the corner property was nearly invisible through the thick brush. As I continued walking west towards 110th, I started to feel something was off. The streets seemed wider than I remembered. It took me longer than I’d like to admit, but eventually I realized what was different. There were no cars.
The streets here typically had cars lined bumper to bumper in any spot available, and were visible from block to block. The absence of all these vehicles made me realize just how deserted the neighborhood really was. House after house, yard after yard, the telltale signs of desertion reinforced what I could see from the moment I passed the construction fence: This was no longer my neighborhood. There were no signs of life, and no one I could expect to find still here. Abandonment was the new normal here. I continued on, glancing at houses and recalling memories of summer bike rides, and daily walks with dogs I used to have. I remembered walks home from school, and chasing after ice cream trucks when they passed our houses. I smiled a bit as I remembered more and more of my years spent here. I don’t quite know just why I was smiling. There were plenty of bad memories here too. Fights, yelling, being beat up, being robbed. I could remember failed friendships, lost loves, and bitter feelings of failures too.
Still, I felt a certain amount of nostalgia despite the weight of these negative feelings. I almost wanted to experience everything again, although I wasn't sure why I was feeling this way. Concrete, asphalt, billboards and liquor stores were the normal vistas of everyday life. Occasionally, after a good rainstorm, the grey haze of smog would lift, and the mountains would be visible to the north. At least, they would be visible until mid-morning when the exhaust from a million cars covered them behind a veil of pollution.
It wasn’t until the first time I travelled out of the city that I realized there was more to see. Traveling up the coast north along the Pacific Coast Highway introduced me to scenes of deep blue ocean water spanning the width of my vision. Driving up Highway 3 introduced me to the permeating scent of Pine and Fir trees. The two-lane stretch of highway from Portland to Tillamook introduced me to lush green forests that I had only ever read about. When I came home to the same old dirty, dusty concrete and boiling summer asphalt, I had made up my mind. I would do everything it took to leave this place. I would not spend another day longer than was necessary living in cramped quarters and fighting for parking space.
I arrived to the house, and paused at the gate. The house sat in contrast of what the rest of the neighborhood looked like. Instead of overgrown grass and tall weeds all over the place, the landscaping showed signs of relatively recent work. The guava tree in the front lawn still had some fruit ready to be picked, and the avocado tree on the other side of the pathway was still weighed down by its own fruit. Flowers still bloomed in the raised bed in front of the house. My brother had clearly tried to keep up on things until the last possible moment. The house, too, looked better than what I expected after walking up 4 blocks and seeing nothing but dilapidated houses and unkempt yards. I opened the gate and walked up to the small porch. The metal gate that enclosed it was gone having been removed by my brother when he took over the property. It looked nice to see it open instead of the cage it once felt like.
I turned the knob on the door, but it didn't give. Ever a creature of habit, my brother had locked the door when he left. Of course, he did. I sighed and prepared to find another way in when I remembered my parents hiding a spare key. I wasn’t sure if it would still be there, but after running my hands along the back side of the gutter downspout, I was rewarded for my efforts. I unlocked the front door and stepped into the front living room, the sounds of my footsteps and the closing door echoing in the empty space. The room felt both larger and smaller than I remembered it. I suppose it was lack of furniture that made it feel larger, but it still felt smaller than I remember. The result of growing taller throughout the years I suppose. I slowly walked along the slate tile floor towards the central hallway that connected the front of the house to the back bedrooms. I wasn't entirely sure that just because the front door was locked, that there wasn't some squatter looking for a little temporary shelter within the back rooms. I carefully and silently crept step by step towards what used to be the bedroom shared by my sister and me. I stuck my head in and gave the room a cursory glance. It was empty, thankfully. I moved back into the hallway and peered into the bedroom across the hall. This is where both of my brothers had shared a room. It too, was empty save for a few boxes holding hardware and doorknobs from the closet doors of the bedroom. I walked back towards the back of the house where my parent's bedroom was. The walls in the hallway bore the dusty signs where picture once hung. The bedroom door was open. I stepped inside, and looked around. The old avocado paint that my mom had picked out years ago still adorned the walls. Walking further towards the addition that was the small room my grandma and grandpa lived in showed that there was no one here. I breathed a sigh of relief as I set my bag down and set up my tripod. I reached into my bag a pulled out an envelope of old photos. These were old snapshots that we had all taken at some point in time in the house. There were pictures of all of us sitting at the dining room table playing a game of Monopoly. There was a picture of my brother and sister sitting on a couch in the front living room. There was a picture of me hanging on the bars of the front porch. I looked through them all and held them in place in front of me as if I were holding a window to the past.
Each picture made the lump in my throat grow as I started to struggle to control my emotions. There was history here, and soon it would all be gone. This is the place where my parents had raised four kids. They had taken care of my grandparents in their twilight years here. My Aunt and my grandmother had both died in this house. Birthdays, graduation parties, and anniversaries had been celebrated here. The echoes of life had reverberated within the walls of this place. Now, the house sat silent. It would never again know happy screams of kids having a water-balloon war out in the front yard, nor would it hear the cries of anguish as the matriarch of the family passed away surrounded by her family. What once was a home full of life was now just an empty house made of drywall and paint. I sat there for a moment contemplating just how much family history was actually made here. As I thought hard about my siblings and my parents, I felt pained at the thought of our strained relationships. We had all scattered once we had the opportunity to be free of each other. My oldest brother had married and moved away as soon as possible. My sister now lived in northern California. My parents too had moved away. I was now living in Utah. Only my older brother had remained behind. The lump grew larger in my throat as tears welled up in my eyes. I held back sobs of anger and pain. Why was I hurting? Hadn’t I dealt with these issues already? I walked back to my old bedroom and sat down under the window. I pulled my head down into my knees and cried. I could hear yelling and screaming in my head. Shouting matches between siblings and parents, brothers and sister, rattled inside my brain, making the pain grow. I sat there and cried. I hadn’t cried like this in a long time. Eventually I ran out of tears and tired gasps of sorrow and regret washed over me as a blanket of drowsiness enveloped me. I leaned my head back and fell asleep.
I woke up to the sound of footsteps. It took me a moment to realize what I was hearing and hurriedly stood up. Had someone followed me? I knew the police were patrolling the area sporadically. Had they seen me enter the house? I knew there would be a possibility of getting a trespassing citation, but I figured I could either talk my way out of it seeing as to how I was a former resident, or I could probably fight the citation in court if the judge knew why I was there in the first place. Ultimately, passing through the gate had been a calculated risk that I was willing to take for the sake of my art. I got up from my corner of the room and moved towards the door. If there was someone in the house, I needed to know. I didn’t want my gear to stolen, and if there was a cop in the house, I wanted to ensure I didn’t get shot.
I was greeted by the sight of a startled chubby boy standing on the other side of the door. His round cherubic face was crowned by a head of short curly hair. His hazel green eyes stared widely back at me. He clearly didn’t expect someone to be here in the house. His body recoiled in fear as he cowered back towards the hallway. “Wait, what are you doing here?” I asked as non-threateningly as I could. The boy muttered something that I couldn’t quite make out. “What did you say? I couldn’t hear you” I replied. “Are you here to rob us?” he timidly responded. “Rob you? What are you talking about?” I asked as confusion set in. “What are you doing here?” It was his turn to be confused. “Uh…I….live here?” he replied. “What do you mean you live here? No one lives-“I stopped midsentence. I hadn’t noticed in my initial shock but the room wasn’t the same. A familiar blue couch caught the corner of my eye. In front of that was an old console TV with a partially broken antenna hanging on the wall behind it. I walked further in to the living room to notice wood paneling on the walls. A large mirror hung on the wall to my left. Familiar yellow lamps sat on round drop-leaf tables on either side of the couch. A large hutch sat in one corner, a collection of letters and bills, mail advertisements, and a phone book covered scattered over it. “What just happened?” I asked out loud to no one in particular. I was thoroughly mystified by what my eyes were seeing. I had walked into the house from the front door and had stepped into an empty white room with slate floor tiles, but somehow now found myself in a furnished room with brown carpet that was all so familiar to me, yet was nothing but a distant faded memory. I turned to look at the boy still startled by the intrusion of a strange man looking wildly around the room in total shock.
“You can take what you want, just please let me go. I don’t want problems.” He stated his voice still shrill with anxiety. I blinked a few times as I tried to process just what the heck was going on. I gathered my thoughts as best I could and tried to reassure him. “Kid, I’m not here to rob anyone. I was just-“I shook my head “Where the hell am I? Am I having a dream?” I asked myself. “I must be dreaming. I’m just tired and still sleeping. This is all a dream. Yeah, that’s it.” I needed to sit down. Being back in the old house must have overtaxed my senses, I told myself. I’d having a dream about an old memory. I walked over to the chair next to the couch and sat down. I sunk into it and rested my head back towards the wall.
The boy kept his distance, but sensed I wasn’t there to hurt him. He looked me over with anxious curiosity. He stood at the far end of the couch, examining me while he played out scenarios in his head in preparation for a quick exit. “Why are you in my house?” he asked me. “Dude, this is all just a dream I’m having. I’m not really here.” He reached over to the couch and picked up a pillow. He reared his arm and threw it at me. It landed in my lap. “I don’t know, man. You sure seem to be here.” He said to me. I opened my eyes, startled. I looked down at the pillow he tossed and examined it. I ran my hand over the fabric and felt its texture. I remember this pillow. This was the pillow I would roll under my head as I lay on the couch and watched TV as a kid. A sudden realization hit me as I looked around the room with fresh eyes. No longer was I blinded by the fog of confusion. I knew exactly where I was.
I was home.
I looked at the boy still standing at the edge of the couch. I looked him over and realized who he actually was. I stared in disbelief as I smiled and tried to put him at ease. “It’s ok Johnny. I’m not here to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you. Please, sit down” I told him. I motioned to his end of the couch. “Who are you, and why are you here?” he asked me.
“This will be hard to believe, but I’m you” I said with an incredulous tone, “I’m not sure how I ended up here, but I’m here.” He looked at me as I had grown a second head. “That doesn’t make any sense. How could you be me? Did we invent time travel? Oh! Are we secret government agents with the CIA?”
I chuckled. “Wait, wait, wait. Let’s start at the beginning. I’m you at 38 years old. You’re…what, 11… 12 years old? It makes sense. I fell asleep under the window in my- our old bedroom. I didn’t come here on purpose or in a machine. And no, I’m not a government agent.” His face contorted to display understanding, disappointment and finally suspicion. His eyes narrowed as he leaned in towards me. “How do I know you’re really me?” he asked. I thought about it for a moment. How could I prove to him that I was who I said I was? A few seconds of silence settled between us. I stroked my chin, thinking of a solution.
“I have a better idea. Ask me questions that only you know the answers to.” “Okay” he responded. He glanced around the room trying to come up with something. His eyes fixated on the Nintendo sitting under the TV cabinet. “What game do me and Nathan have a map of?” I looked over at the NES. I hadn’t thought about this for years, but I knew instantly what he was asking. “YOU don’t have anything. Nathan is the one that made the map for Section Z” His jaw dropped. He tried to trick me, but his plan failed. He knew well and good that Nathan never let him play. It was always ‘I’ll let you play when I die’ or, ‘you can play when I’m done’. The problem was that he never followed through. Usually by the time Nathan was done, the NES was overheated, and the game would no longer load until it cooled down. By that point, it was time for bed.
“How do you know that?” he asked in astonishment. “I know these things because I’m you. Just like I know that you wear t-shirts to the pool because you’re embarrassed by what others will think of your body. I know that you used to think that people that die off in movies were prisoners that were set to be executed from death row, so they used them for making movies. I know all about you because I’m you”
Johnny sat on the end of the couch in bewilderment, his mouth slightly agape. He had never told anyone any of this. He didn’t have any close friends to talk to about such things, and those friends he did have were more acquaintances than friends. There was only one way he could possibly know these things. He was talking to his future self.
I could see Johnny’s mind completely explode. There lay endless possibility and the answers to a million questions he could ask about his own future. He started to ask a question, only to stop, close his mouth, and try asking another. I knew if he kept this up he would have a stroke or something. “Dude, calm yourself. Let’s talk this out rationally, otherwise you’ll end up stroking out or something.” I told him. He took a deep breath and I could hear him muttering quietly. I knew he was trying to form a coherent sentence before he actually spoke it. I did it all the time. “Ok, first of all, are we rich?” he asked with tempered expectation. I chuckled and grinned back at him. “No, not at all. If I was rich, would I be dressed like this?” I replied as I motioned to my beat up brown Vans and worn out jeans and T-shirt. “We-, I – make enough to get by. I’m not poor, but I earn enough to pay the bills.” His face grew a smirk as he commented “Yeah, I figured. What do I do for work? I mean, what do you do for work?” I thought about it for a second. I wondered how much information I should divulge to a younger me. I still didn’t think this whole situation was really happening, but if it was, I probably should proceed with caution. “Well, it’s complicated. I do a little bit of everything. You know how you’re constantly taking things apart? Let’s just say that it’s good to put them back together in order to keep them working. Take good notes on paper if you need to, and make sure you have a clean work area so you can keep track of all the parts.” He gave me a sheepish look. He knew exactly what I was talking about. I had spent countless hours sneaking dad’s tools to my room so I could figure out how something was built and try to figure out how it worked. I had gotten myself into some pretty bad trouble with dad over a drill, his timing light, and other stuff I had taken from his room. His belt had become quite familiar with my butt cheeks.
I gave him a knowing smile. “What else do you want to know?” He thought about it for a second. “Do we have a girlfriend?” I laughed, probably a little more than I should have because his face contorted into a sour frown. “You don’t need to be a jerk about it” he scowled. I continued to chuckle. “Yeah we have a girlfriend. We have more than a girlfriend” I could tell he was irritated with my vague indirect answers. I knew what he was asking. I remember the crush I had on my neighbor across the street. We had been friends since kindergarten, and had been classmates for 1st, 2nd, and 4th grades. We got along really well, and I knew from around 12 or 13 that I wanted to be her boyfriend. Unfortunately, things never progressed beyond the ‘just friends’ stage of things. It wasn’t from lack of effort on my part. We had just grown up together most of our lives that she didn’t see me as anything more than a brother and friend. “Dude, look. You just started to go through changes and you are starting to notice girls, but that doesn’t mean that you need to love every girl that shows you a little kindness or subtle interest. You need to slow down and let things happen naturally. You can’t force a relationship with someone.” Johnny pondered these words for a moment. I sat back and put my feet up on the coffee table. I looked around the room some more while I waited for another question. There was so much I had forgotten, but being back here had unlocked more and more memories that continued to wash over me. I was trying to hold on to my cool as not all those churned up recollections were pleasant. I stood up and walked over to the front door to peer outside the small central window embedded into the center of it. I could see the old neighborhood as I remembered it all those years ago. The lot across the street that served as a parking area for those that worked at the wheel works at the end of the block was empty of cars. I furrowed my brow as I thought for a moment. An empty lot meant it was afterhours or the weekend.
The gears in my own head started turning. “Wait, where is everyone?” I asked Johnny. Johnny turned to look at me still processing my last response. “Uh..oh, Mom and dad are out of town. They took a trip east this time. I think Rio said they are in Arizona right now. Rio and Nathan went out to get some food and to rent some movies from Video Showcase. Knowing them they’ll eat out first. Talia is staying over at Tia Rosie’s place today with her friends.” I grunted at his response. My mind was wandering as he mentioned Talia and Tia Rosie.
A sudden sharp pain pieced my heart. The pain of a thousand memories now unsealed spilled out from the box I had locked them away in. Tears welled in the corners of my eyes as I turned back to look at Johnny. He felt it too. He stared at the floor with an intensity that made me think it would burst into flames at any moment. I walked back over to him and sat next to him. He didn’t move. I placed my hand on his shoulder, and he threw himself into me. I could feel the tears dripping onto me as he sobbed intensely. “Hey man, its ok. It’s going to be ok.” I said as my own tears started to flow uncontrollably. I pulled him close and draped my other arm around him.
I knew the pain he was feeling. It was such a heavy burden, and I knew there was no one he felt he could talk to. I remembered it all so vividly. We sat there for what seemed to be an eternity. When we finally stopped sobbing, and our noses ran dry, we tried to breathe our way through to calmness. I got up and knelt in front of him. “Johnny, listen to me and remember what it is that I’m about to say to you. You are stronger than you think. You are stronger than you believe. NO ONE should ever have to go through this. Just because it happened to Talia, doesn’t mean you have to put up with it any longer. I know you didn’t think it was wrong, but I’m telling you that what she is doing to you is wrong. Talking to mom and dad isn’t going to make them hate you. You are not doing this to her, she is doing it to you. I’m not making excuses for her, but she is also more damaged than anyone realizes, and she is also dealing with the same level of pain you are. Remember that we do unto others what has been done to us. That doesn’t mean we need to continue the cycle of abuse” The lump in my throat grew immense at my own statement. I swallowed it as best I could and continued “You are going to deal with this pain a little bit at a time, and you’ll slowly get over this. It’s like a broken bone. When it happens, you don’t realize how bad the pain is until the adrenaline wears off, but then the immense pain is there. Just remember that this will pass. Just like a broken bone, you will heal over time, and one day, you will realize that the pain is gone and the bone is no longer broken. You’ll remember the pain, but it won’t hurt anymore.”
Johnny sat there in stunned silence. I knew he didn’t have anyone to help him through this. He couldn’t talk to Rio or Nathan about what was going on. Mom and Dad were constantly working to keep the family fed and sheltered and while they provided materially for their kids, emotional help was less available. Perhaps it was due to their energies being divided into 4 kids, a mortgage and multiple jobs, or perhaps it was also the culture of not talking about problems. Either way, they needed to know what was happening. They wouldn’t be able to fix it otherwise. “They’re going to be mad at me” he finally said after a few moments of silence. “No they won’t be. They love us all. I know you’re not used to hearing it, but they do love you. Everything they do is because of their love for us. This isn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. Telling them isn’t going to cause them to be angry.” I thought for a moment to find a good analogy. “You love Odie and Lady, right?” He nodded in agreement. “Ok, how would you feel if you knew someone you trusted was coming to the house and beating up our dogs when we weren’t around?” He thought about it for a second before his face changed to anger. “I’d want to kill them!” “Yes, but would you also feel sad that you weren’t there to try to protect them?” I reasoned. His face changed again. He understood what I was saying. Mom and Dad would be angry, but not necessarily at him. They would also feel a great sadness knowing that someone was hurting their child.
I smiled at him. He understood. I nodded. “Dude…You’re going to come to understand that life is not what you think it will be. Life is messy and can change in an instant. The plans you make today may not make it to next week. A lifelong goal can be derailed because of something out of your control. Mom and dad have spent their life protecting us with the goal of keeping us safe, but circumstances out of their control have affected their kids, and now we- you all have to deal with the fallout. Just remember that you are not the culprit. Yes, mom and dad will be hurt and angry, but not at you. Trust them. They don’t do things to hurt us” Johnny hugged me. I- He didn’t have many people he could trust and open up to. He liked to talk a lot about everything going on in his life, no matter how trivial. Everything, except this. This was a shameful topic, and he didn’t feel like anyone would understand why he didn’t go to an adult sooner. The problem was simple. He simply didn’t understand that it was wrong. Now that he had an adult that he could talk to, himself no less, he wanted to lift this burden off his shoulders. He was happy to have found someone and he hugged me tightly. I hugged him back just at tightly. It wasn’t every day that I could meet my younger self and help to comfort them. “Thank you” he said to me.
The world darkened, and everything faded to black.
I lifted my head out of my knees and looked around. I was sitting under the window in my old bedroom again. Had I fallen asleep? I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the time. I was emotionally drained and incredibly tired. I hadn’t had sleep like that in years. I got to my feet and looked around the room briefly before walking out to mom and dad’s old room. I grabbed my camera and slowly walked the house, snapping picture after picture. The only sound to be heard was the sound of the camera shutter and my soft footsteps. I thought about my dream as I took pictures.
Upon entering my room, a random memory hit me.
The stash.
I was pretty sure I had taken the hidden box when I moved out all those years ago, but since I was here, I should double check. Heading into the closet, I pushed the panel that led to the attic space out of the way and peered in. I couldn’t see anything, so I reached up there to feel around. The box was indeed gone. I felt around for a few more seconds and was surprised to feel what felt like a thick envelope. I didn’t remember leaving anything up there, but after pulling it down and giving it a cursory glance, I figured it was an old envelope of lost love letters. It wasn’t until I blew off the thick layer of dust that I realized what I was holding. It was a letter. Not just any letter. It was addressed to me.
Under the now semi-cleared layer of dust were the words “To be opened by future me”. I looked at it for a few moments before opening it. I couldn’t remember making this at all, much less storing it up in my secret hiding spot. If ever I hid something, it was in the stash box. My hands shook a bit as I started to open the envelope and pulled out the yellowed pages inside. I started reading.
"Dear Future John. I have spent the last few years remembering a dream I had when I was younger. Life was…difficult at that time, and I spent a lot of time escaping my reality by reading a lot of books and watching a lot of TV. On the off-chance that what I think is a dream really happened. I wanted to write some things down in an effort to give you my thanks. I merely consider myself a conveyer of thanks, although I will pile on my own thanks to you for your words of encouragement. I remember finding a stranger in the house one day while I was home alone. I was afraid he was there to hurt me at first, but after a few moments, I came to realize I was meeting myself. Well, I was meeting me, but from the future. I think he said he was in his 40’s, but I couldn’t tell you with any certainty. Either way, we talked. We talked about life, and what the future held in store for us…
Mostly though, we talked about the abuse. Well, Talked is being generous. We cried, and then we talked. I don’t remember exactly what he told me, but I remember how he made me feel. He made me feel safe. I felt like I could trust him. Trust myself. In the end, he gave me the courage to stand up for myself both at home and at school. He also gave me the courage to talk to mom and dad about what was going on between me and Talia. I do remember being afraid that I would be punished, but he reassured me that they wouldn’t, and that they loved me.
It was a difficult and awkward conversation, but in the end, arrangements were made for me to share a room with Rio and Nathan. I didn’t have much of a relationship with Talia for a long while, but after some years, we managed to patch things up. She apologized to me, and I came to understand the abuse she herself was subjected to by so-called family friends. She didn’t tell me this in an effort to excuse it, but to merely help give me closure to a difficult time from my own childhood. Mom and dad promised to be more attentive to us and we sort of established what I guess you would call an open door policy. We talk more about stuff that’s happening in our lives. Mom is much easier to talk to now. Dad is a little more patient with us too. I apologized to them for not coming to them sooner, and dad gave me a “nugget of wisdom” that I think I’ll live by: We can’t fix what we don’t know is broken. I’ve tried to make sure I talk to them when something is wrong, and I’ve tried to implement that in my life so I don’t have problems with other people.
I’m trying to grow up to be a good guy. I want to have good relationships with people. Nathan says I’m turning into a people pleaser, but I don’t necessarily see that as a terrible thing. I know when to say no to someone. Well, either way, I wanted to make sure I thank you for the help you gave us. I probably won’t remember writing this, but I hope I do find it again someday. Here’s hoping I turn into the man I feel you are. -John Age 16."
I stared at the letter, the words blurring as tears welled up in my eyes. I quickly brushed them away as I quietly spoke to no one in particular. “Thanks guys. I hope I live up to your expectations” I folded the letter, placed it in my pocket, and walked out of the room. After picking up my backpack and tripod, I silently walked towards the front door, my footsteps echoing in the empty house. I turned to look back at the empty living room one last time, and after a moment, I walked out.

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Looking to see how others manage size (specifically height) variation for components in your design systems. I'm interested to know what is best practice here. I personally find it more flexible to have variants for sizes but the total number of components skyrockets.
For example:

• A button component with variants for state (default, hover, active, focused, disabled), a variant for style (filled, outline, ghost), and a single size (40px). This results in 15 variants for your button component.
• Alternatively a button component with variants for state (default, hover, active, focused, disabled), variants for style (filled, outline, ghost), and variants for size (Small, Medium, Large). This results in 45 variants.

I do feel like the flexibility but this feels like a TON of variants.
Do code component libraries store variables for size? Or am I just being super extra here?...

I’ve been using bunq for a month now and have tested out nearly all the features. I will give an honest review, both the positives and negatives.
Positives: - It is really quick and easy to set up. - Ordering a card is 100% FREE. - You get a free trial for a month and can switch between plans to test them all out so you know what one suits you best when your free trial ends. - Bunq is very secure and safe, money is insured. - You can have multiple bank accounts (Ibans), this is really useful for sorting currency’s or to have a local Iban for another country. - The saving interest rate (In Ireland currently) is 2.46% which is a good standard. - There is a lot of customisation tools to make the app personal to you which is a great. They have helpful budgeting tools so you can see visually what you are spending your money on. - They recently added a new feature where you can check the currency exchange rate of other countries, check what plugs (sockets) they use, check if tipping is expected and what percentage you should tip. They also advise how much cash you should withdraw when visiting that country. - You can store all your loyalty cards on the app for quick access to them. - They have an Ai Bot called Finn which is really helpful and can answer any question. - The human customer support is also really helpful, any issues I’ve had have been resolved almost immediately by them. - They help the world by planting trees for you for free when you use the app, spend money and engage with fun features like the wheel of fortune. - They give FREE travel insurance as a benefit if you use their premium plan.
Negatives: - It’s not free, there is a free plan but to make the most of the app you want a paid plan, its monthly subscription and there is different plans and prices to choose from to best suit your budget and needs. - One thing I noticed is that the physical card quality is not the best, all the functions of the card work exceptionally well but I just find the physical card to feel flimsy, it also picks up scratches easily and the printing quality of the name and numbers on the back isn’t the best compare to other cards I’ve had. This is a very minor flaw though and doesn’t affect the quality of the actual service in any way. I would hope they would bring back metal cards which they had before but discontinued them. - Although the customer support agents are really helpful.. they can take a while to reply, I found on average around 4-7 days. They do have emergency SOS help which I have only used once and they replied within minutes. This is only to be used if there is a series issue like money being withdrawn from your account that you didn’t approve of. - Not everything is customisable, you can change the picture and colours of some accounts and balances, and others you can’t. I think they need to allow everything to be customised, including loyalty cards. This would overall improve the aesthetic of the app.
Overall I think is a great bank and I will continue to use it as my main bank. The negatives are very minor and the positives definitely make this a great choice. If your on the border of trying it, just do it. You won’t regret it. If your someone who likes travelling too this is definitely the best option you will find. The team is constantly improving the app too with great, regular updates. Hopefully the team read this too and work towards tweaking a few of the negatives I listed. Thanks for reading :)

Package arrives from Spectrum, presumably with internet or TV equipment in it. Has our address but someone else’s name and phone number on it. We don’t have Spectrum. Have lived in the house for 20+ years. Phone number on package, when googled is a restaurant in a very distant state. Googling name on the package does not bring up any results. When the package was taken to Spectrum store they said it is a scam. What is the purpose and end game to the scammer? So weird! Anyone ever have this happen?

How do I (24Nb) deal with having very different social needs than my girlfriend (26F)?
We've been together for around 2.5 years now. She's amazing. She's interesting, funny, loving, accepting, capable, and gorgeous. I still feel the giddy butterflies when we're together sometimes. But my issue is that we aren't together as much as I'd like. I feel like I'm going to be mean in this post, but I want to be the one to change my mindset or something. I feel like I'm losing her, or that we'll spend so little time together that we'll basically break up by default.
I've grown disillusioned with messaging her because I know she won't reply if it's not a direct question. (If it is, she will and we will have a short Convo about it until she stops replying.) We tend to hang out on our days off around once a month, though that number can be more or less. We work at the same place, so we used to hang out when we got off work. This would be about four days a week, for 1-3 hours, and it was a routine for us. In hindsight, I think most of our relationship was in these hours.
She recently got a promotion, so I changed positions in the store to allow it. (I can't date my direct supervisor.) And it feels like I'm getting more and more bothered by stuff. She wanted to stop the routine of us assuming that we'll hang out on days she gets off work at the same time as me. She says we still can, I can just ask. So I have a few times, and normally she says yes. So I'm being petty, but it feels shitty to always be the one asking to see her. She's not asking to see me. She seems content for us to go radio silent for a week at a time.
The other problem is when we run into each other at work, she acts very cooly professional. I've heard her with other coworkers, and she laughs with them, she jokes and uses a friendly voice. But her tone is clipped with me, she cuts off even work related conversations as fast as possible, and most of the time she ignores me entirely. We've snapped at each other at work, but we both apologize. I know saying hi won't end well, so I subtly wave and smile and get nothing. When I talk to her about this, she agrees with me and gets upset about how cold she is. Then she's gentler with me at work for about 1-2 weeks before returning to the same pattern. I'm tired.
Sometimes she goes through phases where she's warm and wants to see me. This happens a lot when she starts dating a new person (we are non-monogamous), as the rush of new romantic feelings also gets passed on to me. She'll message me and ask to hang out often. She smiles at me at work. But eventually it stops, to the point where I feel on edge when she IS affectionate these days because I know I'll lose it.
It's not just me who she acts like this with, I think it's just how she is. She needs her space. Almost everyone she's ever dated has gotten upset with her for not giving them enough attention. (Which, to be fair, some of them message multiple times a day and get mad at no response. I hope to God that I'm not that needy.) Her mom will spend money to stay in our town a few days just to see her, and my gf will usually only visit for about half her trip. She mourns so many friends who she's lost contact with, and I don't know she would KEEP contact with them if she doesn't speak to them for weeks or months at a time.
Please poke a hole in my framing and help me understand how to be okay with this. Alternatively, maybe advice on how to make spending time with me something she wants? I think something has to give though. I feel like I want to wake up next to her every morning and she'd be fine if we ignored each other for 95% of the year.

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So I'd avoided creating an NYT account for forever because (like others) I'd had issues with it occasionally doing weird things with stats, and this way I could fix it by tweaking the local storage on my device. Sadly they now force you to use an account to see your stats (not, it turns out, to store them) - and doubly sadly my phone had a freak out when I finished a puzzle with no connection, and reset my streak. So I decided to play around to see if I could restore it.
TLDR: When you load Wordle it stores your stats in a key in your browser's local storage (and the game state in another). If you edit these and edit the timestamp in the key to be the current time (or maybe just any time that is newer than the server version, not sure), when you refresh it will update the server copy to match these rather than the other way around. If you don't edit the timestamp, it will overwrite the local copy with the server version instead.
Caveat: this is based on some pretty patchy testing so it's possible not all of the statements will hold up, but hopefully it's helpful anyway if others are tearing their hair out about losing their streak or stats because of an NYT glitch!

Wordle's local storage keys

If you view the local storage when you've got Wordle open on a desktop, you'll see a bunch of keys (press F12 in Chrome/Chromium-based browser (eg Edge) or Firefox, then click Application (Chrome) or Storage (Firefox) and choose local storage). Relevantly we are looking for these two keys:

• wordle-legacy-stats-xxxxxxx
• games-state-wordleV2/xxxxxxx

xxxxxxx is a string of numbers that I guess corresponds to a user ID. If you've played without an account, that'll be ANON instead. If you've signed in with multiple accounts, you'll probably have a few of these with different ID numbers, so you'll need to work out which one corresponds to the account you want to fix.
wordle-legacy-stats, as its name suggests, stores your stats. games-state-wordleV2 saves the current game state (eg what guess you're up to and what words you've guessed so far). The set of stats are also embedded within the games-state-wordleV2 key, but as far as I can tell you can ignore that and it'll update itself to reflect whatever's in the wordle-legacy-stats one.

Updating stats

wordle-legacy-stats will look something like this:

{{"gamesPlayed":100,"gamesWon":100,"guesses":{"1":10,"2":20,"3":20,"4":20,"5":20,"6":10,"fail":0},"currentStreak":100,"maxStreak":100,"lastWonDayOffset":1061,"hasPlayed":true,"autoOptInTimestamp":1234567890123,"hasMadeStatsChoice":true,"timestamp":1234567890} 

Mostly this is self-explanatory. Note, however, lastWonDayOffset, being the Wordle # that you last beat, and timestamp, which is (I think) the time the stats were last updated. This is in Unix time - you can convert to a human-readable time using various sites like Epoch Converter - Unix Timestamp Converter.
I first tried just updating the stats, and refreshing. This didn't work as Wordle kept overwriting it with the values from the server. However, once I updated the timestamp value to the current time (ie so it was newer than the stats stored on the server), this seemed to work - on refreshing the page, it updated the stats in my account.
I haven't worked out what autoOptInTimestamp is (save that it seems to be in milliseconds rather than seconds), but I left it as it was and everything still seemed to work.

Updating game state

games-state-wordleV2 will look something like this:

{"states":[{"puzzleId":"2223","data":{"boardState":["word1","word2","word3","word4","word5",""],"currentRowIndex":5,"status":"WIN","hardMode":false,"isPlayingArchive":false,"setLegacyStats":{"gamesPlayed":100,"gamesWon":100,"guesses":{"1":10,"2":20,"3":20,"4":20,"5":20,"6":10,"fail":0},"currentStreak":100,"maxStreak":100,"lastWonDayOffset":1061,"hasPlayed":true,"autoOptInTimestamp":1234567890123,"hasMadeStatsChoice":true,"timestamp":1234567890}},"schemaVersion":"0.16.0","timestamp":1234567890}]} 

Again hopefully it's mostly self-explanatory :

• boardstate lets you set the words you've guessed so far, and row you're up to. This can be useful if you want to (let's be honest, cheat) and undo a guess.
• status can be WIN or IN_PROGRESS.
• You don't need to worry about puzzleID, but it seems to be the way NYT has randomised the order. For example it was 2223 for Wordle #1061, and before NYT moved to a human-edited version of Wordle, the answer to Wordle #2222 would have been PINCH- which was the answer to this puzzle - so that kind of makes sense.
• setlegacystats is followed by a complete replication of the data in the wordle-legacy-stats key. From my (really not very) extensive testing, we can ignore this as it updates to match whatever's in wordle-legacy-stats.
• As above, timestamp (the second one) needs to be updated if you want to change this and have it update whatever's saved to your account, rather than theother way around.