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2024.05.15 04:11 Scarlett_Skyes Amazon OTP system for New Zealand
I thought I'd post what has just worked for me since US-based Amazon support has been incapable of comprehending or fixing the issue.
I don't know how long the issue was happening for me behind the scenes, but I noticed it a few weeks back when I tried to access the "Your Account" section within kdp so I could get the latest tax documents downloaded. I was unable to proceed as it required an OTP and when I tried to get an OTP for the first time in several months, there was an error message that said I'd requested too many today and needed to wait 24 hours.
I searched up the problem and found another thread where several other people from NZ appear to have been getting the runaround from Amazon for 8 months now.
I went on support chat and went through the standard troubleshooting that I guess they have to do in order to tick boxes, while they deny the problem is at their end. Eventually they said they'd escalate and get back to me. A few days later I got an email saying I'd need to provide state-issued ID with my address on it in order to remove the OTP requirement from my account. Well, it not that I didn't want the OTP system... I just wanted it to *work* properly.
So I got on support chat again and confirmed this, they got me to try logging in and changing security settings via the amazon.com retail site, rather than kdp, but that also had a similar issue regarding OTPs not coming through via text. Support also said some infuriatingly and obviously untrue things here that I can't be bothered to go into right now.
Aaaaanyway, they said they'd escalate again and I'd be emailed soon.
I waited 3 weeks and no contact from them at all, so decided to try again, issue still not fixed. Back on support chat. They gave me a number to call, wasn't really looking forward to the international charges, since I don't have a voip number of any kind at the moment. I asked if there was an equivalent number for Amazon.com.au since I have minutes to spare for Australia and they said I would have to go to chat support for Amazon.com.au and ask them.
TLDR: The Solution Before I attempted to start another support chat, I decided to try to access your account login and security via the Amazon.com.au retail store. Lo and behold, I was able to turn on 2 factor authentication there, get a code sent to email, which took me to a page where I could request a code to be texted to my phone... which I received! From there I was able to add my authenticator app to my methods for 2-factor authentication. When I went back to kdp.amazon.com, and tried to access the 'your account' section, the authenticator app was available as an option and it worked.
SO... amazon.com can't seem to text NZ numbers, but amazon.com.au CAN. You can add your authenticator app via the retail store and it will be available on your KDP account.
I hope this helps any other NZ-based authors/users who have been having the same issue, which may be many judging by the other Reddit thread.
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I don't know how long the issue was happening for me behind the scenes, but I noticed it a few weeks back when I tried to access the "Your Account" section within kdp so I could get the latest tax documents downloaded. I was unable to proceed as it required an OTP and when I tried to get an OTP for the first time in several months, there was an error message that said I'd requested too many today and needed to wait 24 hours.
I searched up the problem and found another thread where several other people from NZ appear to have been getting the runaround from Amazon for 8 months now.
I went on support chat and went through the standard troubleshooting that I guess they have to do in order to tick boxes, while they deny the problem is at their end. Eventually they said they'd escalate and get back to me. A few days later I got an email saying I'd need to provide state-issued ID with my address on it in order to remove the OTP requirement from my account. Well, it not that I didn't want the OTP system... I just wanted it to *work* properly.
So I got on support chat again and confirmed this, they got me to try logging in and changing security settings via the amazon.com retail site, rather than kdp, but that also had a similar issue regarding OTPs not coming through via text. Support also said some infuriatingly and obviously untrue things here that I can't be bothered to go into right now.
Aaaaanyway, they said they'd escalate again and I'd be emailed soon.
I waited 3 weeks and no contact from them at all, so decided to try again, issue still not fixed. Back on support chat. They gave me a number to call, wasn't really looking forward to the international charges, since I don't have a voip number of any kind at the moment. I asked if there was an equivalent number for Amazon.com.au since I have minutes to spare for Australia and they said I would have to go to chat support for Amazon.com.au and ask them.
TLDR: The Solution Before I attempted to start another support chat, I decided to try to access your account login and security via the Amazon.com.au retail store. Lo and behold, I was able to turn on 2 factor authentication there, get a code sent to email, which took me to a page where I could request a code to be texted to my phone... which I received! From there I was able to add my authenticator app to my methods for 2-factor authentication. When I went back to kdp.amazon.com, and tried to access the 'your account' section, the authenticator app was available as an option and it worked.
SO... amazon.com can't seem to text NZ numbers, but amazon.com.au CAN. You can add your authenticator app via the retail store and it will be available on your KDP account.
I hope this helps any other NZ-based authors/users who have been having the same issue, which may be many judging by the other Reddit thread.
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2024.05.15 04:09 MrKurthal When I was 19 I agreed to take "Phantom Drive." It's been 7 years, and I'm starting to remember my other life. [Part One]
You make pretty regrettable mistakes when you're desperate. Unfortunately, desperation would go on to cost me much more than I ever thought possible.
When I was 19 years old my financial situation wasn't great. In what was left of a crumbling home would be my recovering addict twin sister, and myself. The unfortunate state of our home was all from the even more unfortunate passing of our parents just four years prior. The two hadn't died tragically by any means, thankfully. No.. our parents died of old age, a consequence of having us kids later in life, while not being able to take on the financial burden that would be.. us.
My sister was making the early steps into the college lifestyle, doing her best to stay afloat with my support in funding. Money was tight for the two of us, but as she became more well off on her own, the more content she was with severing the last remaining tie to her childhood.. me.
I didn't hate Xel for her decision, if anything I understood her distancing from this life.. even if it saddened me. So then it was just me! Left to a house with a hole in the ceiling. Believe it or not, life wasn't all to bad even with how considerably down in the dumps it otherwise seemed to be.
However, content as I might have been, it's human nature to want more than you have. Can't say I was to greedy to look for some comfortability in my own home..
And so there it was! The glistening letters of ink outlining my salvation. An advertisement I'd found plastered onto the wall of the small booth I sat at while I waited for the bus to carry me off to work. "$5,000 to those compatible for a recent scientific breakthrough." Under any 'normal' circumstances I would consider this a scam. Hell, I was skeptical as I scanned the letters. Had I been told of this opportunity through spam call or text I would've glossed right over it just as anyone else would have.. but I was desperate.
I think it was the fact that someone, some real person had to have put this paper up on this wall gave me some glimmer of hope for a quick cash grab. Listed bellow the promise of money was details for a number to call regarding interest in the proposition.
I took the bait.. I saw the line, and like some idiot I clamped my teeth down just for that hook to sweep me away.
The corporation I'd come to know as, "The Arsaction," would see me just a week later. There was a brief consultation. They took my weight, age, all things I would've expected. It wasn't until they pulled records regarding my familial situation that I began to find this whole ordeal.. suspicious.
To 'begin' to find things suspicious only at this point is foolish, something I full understand, but I feel the need to reinforce the fact that I, Lex McKarthy, was desperate.
Everything by this point seemed pretty legit. The blood tests, the doctors office, the tests were.. reasonable. What was I to suspect? Everything was so vague, and truth be told I honestly didn't even expect anything to come of this visit. All the doctors, all the consultants seemed so disinterested in my features.. but when they realized I had no one, everything seemed to change.
Suddenly ears perked, suddenly doors closed, suddenly I was.. exactly what they were looking for. Every feature of myself was so painfully average. I was anyman, I was.. nothing. Despite their best efforts to be discreate, I knew it was only the fact that nobody would come looking for me that peaked their interests.
My stomach dropped when I was faced with a pen in my hand, trembling over that NDA. Every fiber of me cursed myself for never considering putting just a minute of research into 'The Arsaction,' however a video briefing would ease my nerves. Nobody knew who The Arsaction was. There was no public record of their existence, and that NDA would make sure that they continued to never exist.
I was stupid, I was irrational, I was in over my head! But I was desperate.. and I had nothing else.
"I have nothing else.. I have nothing else!"
It was a mantra I chanted as I was injected with that substance. The substance that turned my blood orange, made my skin freakishly thin.
And then I went home.
That was it. I was given my sum of money, and I was sent home. They told me I was, "good to go," and no number of questions would get a one of them to speak. I was only met with who I'd assume to be security guiding me out of the building.
Not a word more of what I'd just been injected with, only given instructions to not dwell on mirrors for too long. That was it, just some ominous instructions. So I left, as befuddled as I arrived. Relief washed over me as I made my way home. The anxiety I'd received from such an ominous buildup was all waved by the fact that I was somehow just.. good to go?
Relief quickly turned to panic as the inherent nature of it all being too good to be true set in. I expected to die, I expected some visit from government agents, I expected anything and everything, but as months turned to years.. Nothing ever came of it. No mirror ever caused me any harm, which was its own anxiety I'd have to overcome simply because of the absurd nature or such a request.
I hoped it was.. some prank. Everything was well... for a time. Of course to disturb my peace, my sister called.
I just.. watched the phone ring. My sister, someone who I hadn't spoken to in upwards of 8 years was suddenly ringing me up. When I finally had answered, her question left me speechless.
"Hey Lex. would you happen to remember Mom's recipe for that egg toast? I think I left the cookbook at your place."
I felt my ears ring. The question was so.. casual. She entirely skipped the part where we discussed how she's been, how I'm doing. She spoke to me like we'd hung out only days ago.
At the time I'd thought I was just being dramatic, but looking back on it I can only justify my own hesitation to respond.
"W-..what?"
I stammered like a fool, but I was firm in my disbelief.
"Yeah, it should be in the book on the counter?"
I looked over my shoulder to my kitchen counter, past the toaster I never bought, and over to the book she spoke of. My jaw hung heavy, the whole interaction feeling like a dream.
With one hand I held the phone, and with the other I began to skim the pages of the book letting my eyes linger on mom's cinnamon roll recipe for a bit longer than intended.
"Lex.. are you ok?"
My sister inquired on the other end. I suddenly felt sick.. falling the the ground and laying on my back. This wasn't happening.
"Lex? Are you alright!?"
My sister repeated back more urgently, followed by her assurance that she would be over soon to check on me. But.. no company ever arrived. After hours the line just dropped, and I fell asleep there on that cold, wooden floor, paralyzed with a feeling I couldn't wrap my head around.
When I finally gathered the composure to stand I would try to call Xel back. A frown dawned my face when she never answered. Somehow this didnât surprise me, and I was lead to believe that she had never called me in the first place. The thing is, the book was still on my counter, and her call was still logged on my phone.
Still, I hadnât known Xel to do something like this. It wasnât in her nature to do something so cruel, to act like all this time hadnât passed.
But it has. Years have gone by and nothing but radio silence from her, a silence I feared would go on. The following days I would continue to attempt to call her, but to no avail.
I had to come to terms with the fact that, as quickly as she had returned too my life, Xel was once again gone. Iâm ashamed to admit that, just as Iâd forgotten that experience with The Arsaction several years ago, Iâd forgotten about my own sister.
Even if she wouldnât call back, I was inspired to begin looking through old family pictures, and this is where the oddities would start to fester.
I found a picture of Xel and I just.. eating breakfast. Usually my mom was off to work by then, but it was a special occasion. It was a day I remember so vividly. I was 14 years old at this time, and had awoke to the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls filling the air. After all, it was Xelâs and Iâs birthday. All was right with the world, all as I climbed from the messy sheets in my dark room. It was abundantly clear that the bulb of the light beside my bed had burnt out over the course of the night, and the closed blinds didn't aid my vision as I stumbled around my room in search of my door.
An oddity presented itself in the fashion of aimless wondering. Where was the nob? One I'd become so accustomed to.. not needing to open? I'd never closed my door. Not the previous night, not ever. Not to the behest of my mother who'd always taken annoyance to closed doors, some trait of my grandmother's to which my mom had unfortunately inherited.
Breakfast took the form of two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, and slightly burnt French-Toast. My previous assumption of cinnamon rolls unfortunately missed the mark, however I wouldn't object to this. I wish I could convince myself that I was wrong. Something so mundane, something so insignificant to the events in this story, however the first notable instance of a curse that I couldn't pinpoint
My mother had already seen herself off to work by this point, and so I was faced with the responsibilities of seeing myself out to the bus. Some routine I'd become far too used to; The minutes passed, leaving me with nothing to do but wait by the door for a buss that would never arrive.
If the door being shut and the cinnamon rolls being a different meal entirely had left me with a minor confusion, then suddenly being seated in the passenger seat of my mother's car listening to the nonchalant complaints from my twin sister about the nuances freshmen year math shot me into a disarray I couldn't possibly quantify.
I think one of the scariest things for me is the fact that I thought nothing of it. I hadn't freaked out. No scene was made to express what should have been one of the more disturbing instances of my childhood.
I could chalk up the mistaking breakfast for something else as me just misremembering events.. But something unmistakable is the fact that somehow my mom both never drove me to school, yet the fact that she.. always had.
If you're confused, I understand. I am too, because the contradicting nature of my memory is something that haunts me to no end.
Things were easier as a child. That's often the case, but ever sense I stopped aging, I've begun to notice the oddities presented by life that are.. inexplainable. I'm not even sure where to start with researching my predicament. Hell, this is reddit! If I couldn't find an answer here, I doubt there is an answer to be found at all.
The Mandela Effect is something that I feel needs no introduction. To those who don't know, the Mandela Effect, in brief, is a phenomenon that incurs when you "misremember" something. Think of a card, now imagine you saw that card as a child and it had a single heart drawn on it's center. Now, years later you are discussing this card with someone else just for them to tell you that the heart you swear, the heart you KNOW you saw.. was a diamond. You tell them they are wrong, you shake your head, chuckle nervously.. But then they present you with the card.
Your stomach drops. This can't be the card, there is no way! Only it is the card, and when you come to the realization that it is in fact the card you'd seen as a child, you are filled with a mix of confusion, fascination, and quite possibly denial.
Most often, the Mandela Effect is associated with silly things like books titles, and board game mascots, but my experience is far beyond such things. It's the only phenomenon I've found that seems even within the realm of explaining my predicament. Problem is, the more I think, the more is wrong.
All of me wishes it all ended with that one childhood experience! But it didn't. In fact, the more I consider my childhood, the more contradictions I notice. Part of me believes I could handle this if it was limited to my childhood, but it's not. This.. experience... It effects my every day!
I'm not losing my mind, I'm just picking up crumbs that I never dropped. Not.. losing my mind, just finding more "mind" than the inventory should account for.
As I stop and think now, Iâm understanding that my memories are.. overlapping. Other mirrored versions of myself and my memories will occasionally cross paths, and when they do it causes me to misremember. Not because I donât remember, but because my memories conflict with one another.
I wish I could see someone about this, but Iâm worried the consequences of me seeking someone out.. still, we make dumb mistakes when we are desperate, and Iâm starting to feel desperate again.
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When I was 19 years old my financial situation wasn't great. In what was left of a crumbling home would be my recovering addict twin sister, and myself. The unfortunate state of our home was all from the even more unfortunate passing of our parents just four years prior. The two hadn't died tragically by any means, thankfully. No.. our parents died of old age, a consequence of having us kids later in life, while not being able to take on the financial burden that would be.. us.
My sister was making the early steps into the college lifestyle, doing her best to stay afloat with my support in funding. Money was tight for the two of us, but as she became more well off on her own, the more content she was with severing the last remaining tie to her childhood.. me.
I didn't hate Xel for her decision, if anything I understood her distancing from this life.. even if it saddened me. So then it was just me! Left to a house with a hole in the ceiling. Believe it or not, life wasn't all to bad even with how considerably down in the dumps it otherwise seemed to be.
However, content as I might have been, it's human nature to want more than you have. Can't say I was to greedy to look for some comfortability in my own home..
And so there it was! The glistening letters of ink outlining my salvation. An advertisement I'd found plastered onto the wall of the small booth I sat at while I waited for the bus to carry me off to work. "$5,000 to those compatible for a recent scientific breakthrough." Under any 'normal' circumstances I would consider this a scam. Hell, I was skeptical as I scanned the letters. Had I been told of this opportunity through spam call or text I would've glossed right over it just as anyone else would have.. but I was desperate.
I think it was the fact that someone, some real person had to have put this paper up on this wall gave me some glimmer of hope for a quick cash grab. Listed bellow the promise of money was details for a number to call regarding interest in the proposition.
I took the bait.. I saw the line, and like some idiot I clamped my teeth down just for that hook to sweep me away.
The corporation I'd come to know as, "The Arsaction," would see me just a week later. There was a brief consultation. They took my weight, age, all things I would've expected. It wasn't until they pulled records regarding my familial situation that I began to find this whole ordeal.. suspicious.
To 'begin' to find things suspicious only at this point is foolish, something I full understand, but I feel the need to reinforce the fact that I, Lex McKarthy, was desperate.
Everything by this point seemed pretty legit. The blood tests, the doctors office, the tests were.. reasonable. What was I to suspect? Everything was so vague, and truth be told I honestly didn't even expect anything to come of this visit. All the doctors, all the consultants seemed so disinterested in my features.. but when they realized I had no one, everything seemed to change.
Suddenly ears perked, suddenly doors closed, suddenly I was.. exactly what they were looking for. Every feature of myself was so painfully average. I was anyman, I was.. nothing. Despite their best efforts to be discreate, I knew it was only the fact that nobody would come looking for me that peaked their interests.
My stomach dropped when I was faced with a pen in my hand, trembling over that NDA. Every fiber of me cursed myself for never considering putting just a minute of research into 'The Arsaction,' however a video briefing would ease my nerves. Nobody knew who The Arsaction was. There was no public record of their existence, and that NDA would make sure that they continued to never exist.
I was stupid, I was irrational, I was in over my head! But I was desperate.. and I had nothing else.
"I have nothing else.. I have nothing else!"
It was a mantra I chanted as I was injected with that substance. The substance that turned my blood orange, made my skin freakishly thin.
And then I went home.
That was it. I was given my sum of money, and I was sent home. They told me I was, "good to go," and no number of questions would get a one of them to speak. I was only met with who I'd assume to be security guiding me out of the building.
Not a word more of what I'd just been injected with, only given instructions to not dwell on mirrors for too long. That was it, just some ominous instructions. So I left, as befuddled as I arrived. Relief washed over me as I made my way home. The anxiety I'd received from such an ominous buildup was all waved by the fact that I was somehow just.. good to go?
Relief quickly turned to panic as the inherent nature of it all being too good to be true set in. I expected to die, I expected some visit from government agents, I expected anything and everything, but as months turned to years.. Nothing ever came of it. No mirror ever caused me any harm, which was its own anxiety I'd have to overcome simply because of the absurd nature or such a request.
I hoped it was.. some prank. Everything was well... for a time. Of course to disturb my peace, my sister called.
I just.. watched the phone ring. My sister, someone who I hadn't spoken to in upwards of 8 years was suddenly ringing me up. When I finally had answered, her question left me speechless.
"Hey Lex. would you happen to remember Mom's recipe for that egg toast? I think I left the cookbook at your place."
I felt my ears ring. The question was so.. casual. She entirely skipped the part where we discussed how she's been, how I'm doing. She spoke to me like we'd hung out only days ago.
At the time I'd thought I was just being dramatic, but looking back on it I can only justify my own hesitation to respond.
"W-..what?"
I stammered like a fool, but I was firm in my disbelief.
"Yeah, it should be in the book on the counter?"
I looked over my shoulder to my kitchen counter, past the toaster I never bought, and over to the book she spoke of. My jaw hung heavy, the whole interaction feeling like a dream.
With one hand I held the phone, and with the other I began to skim the pages of the book letting my eyes linger on mom's cinnamon roll recipe for a bit longer than intended.
"Lex.. are you ok?"
My sister inquired on the other end. I suddenly felt sick.. falling the the ground and laying on my back. This wasn't happening.
"Lex? Are you alright!?"
My sister repeated back more urgently, followed by her assurance that she would be over soon to check on me. But.. no company ever arrived. After hours the line just dropped, and I fell asleep there on that cold, wooden floor, paralyzed with a feeling I couldn't wrap my head around.
When I finally gathered the composure to stand I would try to call Xel back. A frown dawned my face when she never answered. Somehow this didnât surprise me, and I was lead to believe that she had never called me in the first place. The thing is, the book was still on my counter, and her call was still logged on my phone.
Still, I hadnât known Xel to do something like this. It wasnât in her nature to do something so cruel, to act like all this time hadnât passed.
But it has. Years have gone by and nothing but radio silence from her, a silence I feared would go on. The following days I would continue to attempt to call her, but to no avail.
I had to come to terms with the fact that, as quickly as she had returned too my life, Xel was once again gone. Iâm ashamed to admit that, just as Iâd forgotten that experience with The Arsaction several years ago, Iâd forgotten about my own sister.
Even if she wouldnât call back, I was inspired to begin looking through old family pictures, and this is where the oddities would start to fester.
I found a picture of Xel and I just.. eating breakfast. Usually my mom was off to work by then, but it was a special occasion. It was a day I remember so vividly. I was 14 years old at this time, and had awoke to the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls filling the air. After all, it was Xelâs and Iâs birthday. All was right with the world, all as I climbed from the messy sheets in my dark room. It was abundantly clear that the bulb of the light beside my bed had burnt out over the course of the night, and the closed blinds didn't aid my vision as I stumbled around my room in search of my door.
An oddity presented itself in the fashion of aimless wondering. Where was the nob? One I'd become so accustomed to.. not needing to open? I'd never closed my door. Not the previous night, not ever. Not to the behest of my mother who'd always taken annoyance to closed doors, some trait of my grandmother's to which my mom had unfortunately inherited.
Breakfast took the form of two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, and slightly burnt French-Toast. My previous assumption of cinnamon rolls unfortunately missed the mark, however I wouldn't object to this. I wish I could convince myself that I was wrong. Something so mundane, something so insignificant to the events in this story, however the first notable instance of a curse that I couldn't pinpoint
My mother had already seen herself off to work by this point, and so I was faced with the responsibilities of seeing myself out to the bus. Some routine I'd become far too used to; The minutes passed, leaving me with nothing to do but wait by the door for a buss that would never arrive.
If the door being shut and the cinnamon rolls being a different meal entirely had left me with a minor confusion, then suddenly being seated in the passenger seat of my mother's car listening to the nonchalant complaints from my twin sister about the nuances freshmen year math shot me into a disarray I couldn't possibly quantify.
I think one of the scariest things for me is the fact that I thought nothing of it. I hadn't freaked out. No scene was made to express what should have been one of the more disturbing instances of my childhood.
I could chalk up the mistaking breakfast for something else as me just misremembering events.. But something unmistakable is the fact that somehow my mom both never drove me to school, yet the fact that she.. always had.
If you're confused, I understand. I am too, because the contradicting nature of my memory is something that haunts me to no end.
Things were easier as a child. That's often the case, but ever sense I stopped aging, I've begun to notice the oddities presented by life that are.. inexplainable. I'm not even sure where to start with researching my predicament. Hell, this is reddit! If I couldn't find an answer here, I doubt there is an answer to be found at all.
The Mandela Effect is something that I feel needs no introduction. To those who don't know, the Mandela Effect, in brief, is a phenomenon that incurs when you "misremember" something. Think of a card, now imagine you saw that card as a child and it had a single heart drawn on it's center. Now, years later you are discussing this card with someone else just for them to tell you that the heart you swear, the heart you KNOW you saw.. was a diamond. You tell them they are wrong, you shake your head, chuckle nervously.. But then they present you with the card.
Your stomach drops. This can't be the card, there is no way! Only it is the card, and when you come to the realization that it is in fact the card you'd seen as a child, you are filled with a mix of confusion, fascination, and quite possibly denial.
Most often, the Mandela Effect is associated with silly things like books titles, and board game mascots, but my experience is far beyond such things. It's the only phenomenon I've found that seems even within the realm of explaining my predicament. Problem is, the more I think, the more is wrong.
All of me wishes it all ended with that one childhood experience! But it didn't. In fact, the more I consider my childhood, the more contradictions I notice. Part of me believes I could handle this if it was limited to my childhood, but it's not. This.. experience... It effects my every day!
I'm not losing my mind, I'm just picking up crumbs that I never dropped. Not.. losing my mind, just finding more "mind" than the inventory should account for.
As I stop and think now, Iâm understanding that my memories are.. overlapping. Other mirrored versions of myself and my memories will occasionally cross paths, and when they do it causes me to misremember. Not because I donât remember, but because my memories conflict with one another.
I wish I could see someone about this, but Iâm worried the consequences of me seeking someone out.. still, we make dumb mistakes when we are desperate, and Iâm starting to feel desperate again.
2024.05.15 04:06 MrKurthal When I was 19 I agreed to take "Phantom Drive." It's been 7 years, and I'm starting to remember my other life. [Part One]
You make pretty regrettable mistakes when you're desperate. Unfortunately, desperation would go on to cost me much more than I ever thought possible.
When I was 19 years old my financial situation wasn't great. In what was left of a crumbling home would be my recovering addict twin sister, and myself. The unfortunate state of our home was all from the even more unfortunate passing of our parents just four years prior. The two hadn't died tragically by any means, thankfully. No.. our parents died of old age, a consequence of having us kids later in life, while not being able to take on the financial burden that would be.. us.
My sister was making the early steps into the college lifestyle, doing her best to stay afloat with my support in funding. Money was tight for the two of us, but as she became more well off on her own, the more content she was with severing the last remaining tie to her childhood.. me.
I didn't hate Xel for her decision, if anything I understood her distancing from this life.. even if it saddened me. So then it was just me! Left to a house with a hole in the ceiling. Believe it or not, life wasn't all to bad even with how considerably down in the dumps it otherwise seemed to be.
However, content as I might have been, it's human nature to want more than you have. Can't say I was to greedy to look for some comfortability in my own home..
And so there it was! The glistening letters of ink outlining my salvation. An advertisement I'd found plastered onto the wall of the small booth I sat at while I waited for the bus to carry me off to work. "$5,000 to those compatible for a recent scientific breakthrough." Under any 'normal' circumstances I would consider this a scam. Hell, I was skeptical as I scanned the letters. Had I been told of this opportunity through spam call or text I would've glossed right over it just as anyone else would have.. but I was desperate.
I think it was the fact that someone, some real person had to have put this paper up on this wall gave me some glimmer of hope for a quick cash grab. Listed bellow the promise of money was details for a number to call regarding interest in the proposition.
I took the bait.. I saw the line, and like some idiot I clamped my teeth down just for that hook to sweep me away.
The corporation I'd come to know as, "The Arsaction," would see me just a week later. There was a brief consultation. They took my weight, age, all things I would've expected. It wasn't until they pulled records regarding my familial situation that I began to find this whole ordeal.. suspicious.
To 'begin' to find things suspicious only at this point is foolish, something I full understand, but I feel the need to reinforce the fact that I, Lex McKarthy, was desperate.
Everything by this point seemed pretty legit. The blood tests, the doctors office, the tests were.. reasonable. What was I to suspect? Everything was so vague, and truth be told I honestly didn't even expect anything to come of this visit. All the doctors, all the consultants seemed so disinterested in my features.. but when they realized I had no one, everything seemed to change.
Suddenly ears perked, suddenly doors closed, suddenly I was.. exactly what they were looking for. Every feature of myself was so painfully average. I was anyman, I was.. nothing. Despite their best efforts to be discreate, I knew it was only the fact that nobody would come looking for me that peaked their interests.
My stomach dropped when I was faced with a pen in my hand, trembling over that NDA. Every fiber of me cursed myself for never considering putting just a minute of research into 'The Arsaction,' however a video briefing would ease my nerves. Nobody knew who The Arsaction was. There was no public record of their existence, and that NDA would make sure that they continued to never exist.
I was stupid, I was irrational, I was in over my head! But I was desperate.. and I had nothing else.
"I have nothing else.. I have nothing else!"
It was a mantra I chanted as I was injected with that substance. The substance that turned my blood orange, made my skin freakishly thin.
And then I went home.
That was it. I was given my sum of money, and I was sent home. They told me I was, "good to go," and no number of questions would get a one of them to speak. I was only met with who I'd assume to be security guiding me out of the building.
Not a word more of what I'd just been injected with, only given instructions to not dwell on mirrors for too long. That was it, just some ominous instructions. So I left, as befuddled as I arrived. Relief washed over me as I made my way home. The anxiety I'd received from such an ominous buildup was all waved by the fact that I was somehow just.. good to go?
Relief quickly turned to panic as the inherent nature of it all being too good to be true set in. I expected to die, I expected some visit from government agents, I expected anything and everything, but as months turned to years.. Nothing ever came of it. No mirror ever caused me any harm, which was its own anxiety I'd have to overcome simply because of the absurd nature or such a request.
I hoped it was.. some prank. Everything was well... for a time. Of course to disturb my peace, my sister called.
I just.. watched the phone ring. My sister, someone who I hadn't spoken to in upwards of 8 years was suddenly ringing me up. When I finally had answered, her question left me speechless.
"Hey Lex. would you happen to remember Mom's recipe for that egg toast? I think I left the cookbook at your place."
I felt my ears ring. The question was so.. casual. She entirely skipped the part where we discussed how she's been, how I'm doing. She spoke to me like we'd hung out only days ago.
At the time I'd thought I was just being dramatic, but looking back on it I can only justify my own hesitation to respond.
"W-..what?"
I stammered like a fool, but I was firm in my disbelief.
"Yeah, it should be in the book on the counter?"
I looked over my shoulder to my kitchen counter, past the toaster I never bought, and over to the book she spoke of. My jaw hung heavy, the whole interaction feeling like a dream.
With one hand I held the phone, and with the other I began to skim the pages of the book letting my eyes linger on mom's cinnamon roll recipe for a bit longer than intended.
"Lex.. are you ok?"
My sister inquired on the other end. I suddenly felt sick.. falling the the ground and laying on my back. This wasn't happening.
"Lex? Are you alright!?"
My sister repeated back more urgently, followed by her assurance that she would be over soon to check on me. But.. no company ever arrived. After hours the line just dropped, and I fell asleep there on that cold, wooden floor, paralyzed with a feeling I couldn't wrap my head around.
When I finally gathered the composure to stand I would try to call Xel back. A frown dawned my face when she never answered. Somehow this didnât surprise me, and I was lead to believe that she had never called me in the first place. The thing is, the book was still on my counter, and her call was still logged on my phone.
Still, I hadnât known Xel to do something like this. It wasnât in her nature to do something so cruel, to act like all this time hadnât passed.
But it has. Years have gone by and nothing but radio silence from her, a silence I feared would go on. The following days I would continue to attempt to call her, but to no avail.
I had to come to terms with the fact that, as quickly as she had returned too my life, Xel was once again gone. Iâm ashamed to admit that, just as Iâd forgotten that experience with The Arsaction several years ago, Iâd forgotten about my own sister.
Even if she wouldnât call back, I was inspired to begin looking through old family pictures, and this is where the oddities would start to fester.
I found a picture of Xel and I just.. eating breakfast. Usually my mom was off to work by then, but it was a special occasion. It was a day I remember so vividly. I was 14 years old at this time, and had awoke to the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls filling the air. After all, it was Xelâs and Iâs birthday. All was right with the world, all as I climbed from the messy sheets in my dark room. It was abundantly clear that the bulb of the light beside my bed had burnt out over the course of the night, and the closed blinds didn't aid my vision as I stumbled around my room in search of my door.
An oddity presented itself in the fashion of aimless wondering. Where was the nob? One I'd become so accustomed to.. not needing to open? I'd never closed my door. Not the previous night, not ever. Not to the behest of my mother who'd always taken annoyance to closed doors, some trait of my grandmother's to which my mom had unfortunately inherited.
Breakfast took the form of two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, and slightly burnt French-Toast. My previous assumption of cinnamon rolls unfortunately missed the mark, however I wouldn't object to this. I wish I could convince myself that I was wrong. Something so mundane, something so insignificant to the events in this story, however the first notable instance of a curse that I couldn't pinpoint
My mother had already seen herself off to work by this point, and so I was faced with the responsibilities of seeing myself out to the bus. Some routine I'd become far too used to; The minutes passed, leaving me with nothing to do but wait by the door for a buss that would never arrive.
If the door being shut and the cinnamon rolls being a different meal entirely had left me with a minor confusion, then suddenly being seated in the passenger seat of my mother's car listening to the nonchalant complaints from my twin sister about the nuances freshmen year math shot me into a disarray I couldn't possibly quantify.
I think one of the scariest things for me is the fact that I thought nothing of it. I hadn't freaked out. No scene was made to express what should have been one of the more disturbing instances of my childhood.
I could chalk up the mistaking breakfast for something else as me just misremembering events.. But something unmistakable is the fact that somehow my mom both never drove me to school, yet the fact that she.. always had.
If you're confused, I understand. I am too, because the contradicting nature of my memory is something that haunts me to no end.
Things were easier as a child. That's often the case, but ever sense I stopped aging, I've begun to notice the oddities presented by life that are.. inexplainable. I'm not even sure where to start with researching my predicament. Hell, this is reddit! If I couldn't find an answer here, I doubt there is an answer to be found at all.
The Mandela Effect is something that I feel needs no introduction. To those who don't know, the Mandela Effect, in brief, is a phenomenon that incurs when you "misremember" something. Think of a card, now imagine you saw that card as a child and it had a single heart drawn on it's center. Now, years later you are discussing this card with someone else just for them to tell you that the heart you swear, the heart you KNOW you saw.. was a diamond. You tell them they are wrong, you shake your head, chuckle nervously.. But then they present you with the card.
Your stomach drops. This can't be the card, there is no way! Only it is the card, and when you come to the realization that it is in fact the card you'd seen as a child, you are filled with a mix of confusion, fascination, and quite possibly denial.
Most often, the Mandela Effect is associated with silly things like books titles, and board game mascots, but my experience is far beyond such things. It's the only phenomenon I've found that seems even within the realm of explaining my predicament. Problem is, the more I think, the more is wrong.
All of me wishes it all ended with that one childhood experience! But it didn't. In fact, the more I consider my childhood, the more contradictions I notice. Part of me believes I could handle this if it was limited to my childhood, but it's not. This.. experience... It effects my every day!
I'm not losing my mind, I'm just picking up crumbs that I never dropped. Not.. losing my mind, just finding more "mind" than the inventory should account for.
As I stop and think now, Iâm understanding that my memories are.. overlapping. Other mirrored versions of myself and my memories will occasionally cross paths, and when they do it causes me to misremember. Not because I donât remember, but because my memories conflict with one another.
I wish I could see someone about this, but Iâm worried the consequences of me seeking someone out.. still, we make dumb mistakes when we are desperate, and Iâm starting to feel desperate again.
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When I was 19 years old my financial situation wasn't great. In what was left of a crumbling home would be my recovering addict twin sister, and myself. The unfortunate state of our home was all from the even more unfortunate passing of our parents just four years prior. The two hadn't died tragically by any means, thankfully. No.. our parents died of old age, a consequence of having us kids later in life, while not being able to take on the financial burden that would be.. us.
My sister was making the early steps into the college lifestyle, doing her best to stay afloat with my support in funding. Money was tight for the two of us, but as she became more well off on her own, the more content she was with severing the last remaining tie to her childhood.. me.
I didn't hate Xel for her decision, if anything I understood her distancing from this life.. even if it saddened me. So then it was just me! Left to a house with a hole in the ceiling. Believe it or not, life wasn't all to bad even with how considerably down in the dumps it otherwise seemed to be.
However, content as I might have been, it's human nature to want more than you have. Can't say I was to greedy to look for some comfortability in my own home..
And so there it was! The glistening letters of ink outlining my salvation. An advertisement I'd found plastered onto the wall of the small booth I sat at while I waited for the bus to carry me off to work. "$5,000 to those compatible for a recent scientific breakthrough." Under any 'normal' circumstances I would consider this a scam. Hell, I was skeptical as I scanned the letters. Had I been told of this opportunity through spam call or text I would've glossed right over it just as anyone else would have.. but I was desperate.
I think it was the fact that someone, some real person had to have put this paper up on this wall gave me some glimmer of hope for a quick cash grab. Listed bellow the promise of money was details for a number to call regarding interest in the proposition.
I took the bait.. I saw the line, and like some idiot I clamped my teeth down just for that hook to sweep me away.
The corporation I'd come to know as, "The Arsaction," would see me just a week later. There was a brief consultation. They took my weight, age, all things I would've expected. It wasn't until they pulled records regarding my familial situation that I began to find this whole ordeal.. suspicious.
To 'begin' to find things suspicious only at this point is foolish, something I full understand, but I feel the need to reinforce the fact that I, Lex McKarthy, was desperate.
Everything by this point seemed pretty legit. The blood tests, the doctors office, the tests were.. reasonable. What was I to suspect? Everything was so vague, and truth be told I honestly didn't even expect anything to come of this visit. All the doctors, all the consultants seemed so disinterested in my features.. but when they realized I had no one, everything seemed to change.
Suddenly ears perked, suddenly doors closed, suddenly I was.. exactly what they were looking for. Every feature of myself was so painfully average. I was anyman, I was.. nothing. Despite their best efforts to be discreate, I knew it was only the fact that nobody would come looking for me that peaked their interests.
My stomach dropped when I was faced with a pen in my hand, trembling over that NDA. Every fiber of me cursed myself for never considering putting just a minute of research into 'The Arsaction,' however a video briefing would ease my nerves. Nobody knew who The Arsaction was. There was no public record of their existence, and that NDA would make sure that they continued to never exist.
I was stupid, I was irrational, I was in over my head! But I was desperate.. and I had nothing else.
"I have nothing else.. I have nothing else!"
It was a mantra I chanted as I was injected with that substance. The substance that turned my blood orange, made my skin freakishly thin.
And then I went home.
That was it. I was given my sum of money, and I was sent home. They told me I was, "good to go," and no number of questions would get a one of them to speak. I was only met with who I'd assume to be security guiding me out of the building.
Not a word more of what I'd just been injected with, only given instructions to not dwell on mirrors for too long. That was it, just some ominous instructions. So I left, as befuddled as I arrived. Relief washed over me as I made my way home. The anxiety I'd received from such an ominous buildup was all waved by the fact that I was somehow just.. good to go?
Relief quickly turned to panic as the inherent nature of it all being too good to be true set in. I expected to die, I expected some visit from government agents, I expected anything and everything, but as months turned to years.. Nothing ever came of it. No mirror ever caused me any harm, which was its own anxiety I'd have to overcome simply because of the absurd nature or such a request.
I hoped it was.. some prank. Everything was well... for a time. Of course to disturb my peace, my sister called.
I just.. watched the phone ring. My sister, someone who I hadn't spoken to in upwards of 8 years was suddenly ringing me up. When I finally had answered, her question left me speechless.
"Hey Lex. would you happen to remember Mom's recipe for that egg toast? I think I left the cookbook at your place."
I felt my ears ring. The question was so.. casual. She entirely skipped the part where we discussed how she's been, how I'm doing. She spoke to me like we'd hung out only days ago.
At the time I'd thought I was just being dramatic, but looking back on it I can only justify my own hesitation to respond.
"W-..what?"
I stammered like a fool, but I was firm in my disbelief.
"Yeah, it should be in the book on the counter?"
I looked over my shoulder to my kitchen counter, past the toaster I never bought, and over to the book she spoke of. My jaw hung heavy, the whole interaction feeling like a dream.
With one hand I held the phone, and with the other I began to skim the pages of the book letting my eyes linger on mom's cinnamon roll recipe for a bit longer than intended.
"Lex.. are you ok?"
My sister inquired on the other end. I suddenly felt sick.. falling the the ground and laying on my back. This wasn't happening.
"Lex? Are you alright!?"
My sister repeated back more urgently, followed by her assurance that she would be over soon to check on me. But.. no company ever arrived. After hours the line just dropped, and I fell asleep there on that cold, wooden floor, paralyzed with a feeling I couldn't wrap my head around.
When I finally gathered the composure to stand I would try to call Xel back. A frown dawned my face when she never answered. Somehow this didnât surprise me, and I was lead to believe that she had never called me in the first place. The thing is, the book was still on my counter, and her call was still logged on my phone.
Still, I hadnât known Xel to do something like this. It wasnât in her nature to do something so cruel, to act like all this time hadnât passed.
But it has. Years have gone by and nothing but radio silence from her, a silence I feared would go on. The following days I would continue to attempt to call her, but to no avail.
I had to come to terms with the fact that, as quickly as she had returned too my life, Xel was once again gone. Iâm ashamed to admit that, just as Iâd forgotten that experience with The Arsaction several years ago, Iâd forgotten about my own sister.
Even if she wouldnât call back, I was inspired to begin looking through old family pictures, and this is where the oddities would start to fester.
I found a picture of Xel and I just.. eating breakfast. Usually my mom was off to work by then, but it was a special occasion. It was a day I remember so vividly. I was 14 years old at this time, and had awoke to the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls filling the air. After all, it was Xelâs and Iâs birthday. All was right with the world, all as I climbed from the messy sheets in my dark room. It was abundantly clear that the bulb of the light beside my bed had burnt out over the course of the night, and the closed blinds didn't aid my vision as I stumbled around my room in search of my door.
An oddity presented itself in the fashion of aimless wondering. Where was the nob? One I'd become so accustomed to.. not needing to open? I'd never closed my door. Not the previous night, not ever. Not to the behest of my mother who'd always taken annoyance to closed doors, some trait of my grandmother's to which my mom had unfortunately inherited.
Breakfast took the form of two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, and slightly burnt French-Toast. My previous assumption of cinnamon rolls unfortunately missed the mark, however I wouldn't object to this. I wish I could convince myself that I was wrong. Something so mundane, something so insignificant to the events in this story, however the first notable instance of a curse that I couldn't pinpoint
My mother had already seen herself off to work by this point, and so I was faced with the responsibilities of seeing myself out to the bus. Some routine I'd become far too used to; The minutes passed, leaving me with nothing to do but wait by the door for a buss that would never arrive.
If the door being shut and the cinnamon rolls being a different meal entirely had left me with a minor confusion, then suddenly being seated in the passenger seat of my mother's car listening to the nonchalant complaints from my twin sister about the nuances freshmen year math shot me into a disarray I couldn't possibly quantify.
I think one of the scariest things for me is the fact that I thought nothing of it. I hadn't freaked out. No scene was made to express what should have been one of the more disturbing instances of my childhood.
I could chalk up the mistaking breakfast for something else as me just misremembering events.. But something unmistakable is the fact that somehow my mom both never drove me to school, yet the fact that she.. always had.
If you're confused, I understand. I am too, because the contradicting nature of my memory is something that haunts me to no end.
Things were easier as a child. That's often the case, but ever sense I stopped aging, I've begun to notice the oddities presented by life that are.. inexplainable. I'm not even sure where to start with researching my predicament. Hell, this is reddit! If I couldn't find an answer here, I doubt there is an answer to be found at all.
The Mandela Effect is something that I feel needs no introduction. To those who don't know, the Mandela Effect, in brief, is a phenomenon that incurs when you "misremember" something. Think of a card, now imagine you saw that card as a child and it had a single heart drawn on it's center. Now, years later you are discussing this card with someone else just for them to tell you that the heart you swear, the heart you KNOW you saw.. was a diamond. You tell them they are wrong, you shake your head, chuckle nervously.. But then they present you with the card.
Your stomach drops. This can't be the card, there is no way! Only it is the card, and when you come to the realization that it is in fact the card you'd seen as a child, you are filled with a mix of confusion, fascination, and quite possibly denial.
Most often, the Mandela Effect is associated with silly things like books titles, and board game mascots, but my experience is far beyond such things. It's the only phenomenon I've found that seems even within the realm of explaining my predicament. Problem is, the more I think, the more is wrong.
All of me wishes it all ended with that one childhood experience! But it didn't. In fact, the more I consider my childhood, the more contradictions I notice. Part of me believes I could handle this if it was limited to my childhood, but it's not. This.. experience... It effects my every day!
I'm not losing my mind, I'm just picking up crumbs that I never dropped. Not.. losing my mind, just finding more "mind" than the inventory should account for.
As I stop and think now, Iâm understanding that my memories are.. overlapping. Other mirrored versions of myself and my memories will occasionally cross paths, and when they do it causes me to misremember. Not because I donât remember, but because my memories conflict with one another.
I wish I could see someone about this, but Iâm worried the consequences of me seeking someone out.. still, we make dumb mistakes when we are desperate, and Iâm starting to feel desperate again.
2024.05.15 04:02 MrKurthal When I was 19 I agreed to take "Phantom Drive." It's been 7 years, and I'm starting to remember my other life. [Part One]
You make pretty regrettable mistakes when you're desperate. Unfortunately, desperation would go on to cost me much more than I ever thought possible.
When I was 19 years old my financial situation wasn't great. In what was left of a crumbling home would be my recovering addict twin sister, and myself. The unfortunate state of our home was all from the even more unfortunate passing of our parents just four years prior. The two hadn't died tragically by any means, thankfully. No.. our parents died of old age, a consequence of having us kids later in life, while not being able to take on the financial burden that would be.. us.
My sister was making the early steps into the college lifestyle, doing her best to stay afloat with my support in funding. Money was tight for the two of us, but as she became more well off on her own, the more content she was with severing the last remaining tie to her childhood.. me.
I didn't hate Xel for her decision, if anything I understood her distancing from this life.. even if it saddened me. So then it was just me! Left to a house with a hole in the ceiling. Believe it or not, life wasn't all to bad even with how considerably down in the dumps it otherwise seemed to be.
However, content as I might have been, it's human nature to want more than you have. Can't say I was to greedy to look for some comfortability in my own home..
And so there it was! The glistening letters of ink outlining my salvation. An advertisement I'd found plastered onto the wall of the small booth I sat at while I waited for the bus to carry me off to work. "$5,000 to those compatible for a recent scientific breakthrough." Under any 'normal' circumstances I would consider this a scam. Hell, I was skeptical as I scanned the letters. Had I been told of this opportunity through spam call or text I would've glossed right over it just as anyone else would have.. but I was desperate.
I think it was the fact that someone, some real person had to have put this paper up on this wall gave me some glimmer of hope for a quick cash grab. Listed bellow the promise of money was details for a number to call regarding interest in the proposition.
I took the bait.. I saw the line, and like some idiot I clamped my teeth down just for that hook to sweep me away.
The corporation I'd come to know as, "The Arsaction," would see me just a week later. There was a brief consultation. They took my weight, age, all things I would've expected. It wasn't until they pulled records regarding my familial situation that I began to find this whole ordeal.. suspicious.
To 'begin' to find things suspicious only at this point is foolish, something I full understand, but I feel the need to reinforce the fact that I, Lex McKarthy, was desperate.
Everything by this point seemed pretty legit. The blood tests, the doctors office, the tests were.. reasonable. What was I to suspect? Everything was so vague, and truth be told I honestly didn't even expect anything to come of this visit. All the doctors, all the consultants seemed so disinterested in my features.. but when they realized I had no one, everything seemed to change.
Suddenly ears perked, suddenly doors closed, suddenly I was.. exactly what they were looking for. Every feature of myself was so painfully average. I was anyman, I was.. nothing. Despite their best efforts to be discreate, I knew it was only the fact that nobody would come looking for me that peaked their interests.
My stomach dropped when I was faced with a pen in my hand, trembling over that NDA. Every fiber of me cursed myself for never considering putting just a minute of research into 'The Arsaction,' however a video briefing would ease my nerves. Nobody knew who The Arsaction was. There was no public record of their existence, and that NDA would make sure that they continued to never exist.
I was stupid, I was irrational, I was in over my head! But I was desperate.. and I had nothing else.
"I have nothing else.. I have nothing else!"
It was a mantra I chanted as I was injected with that substance. The substance that turned my blood orange, made my skin freakishly thin.
And then I went home.
That was it. I was given my sum of money, and I was sent home. They told me I was, "good to go," and no number of questions would get a one of them to speak. I was only met with who I'd assume to be security guiding me out of the building.
Not a word more of what I'd just been injected with, only given instructions to not dwell on mirrors for too long. That was it, just some ominous instructions. So I left, as befuddled as I arrived. Relief washed over me as I made my way home. The anxiety I'd received from such an ominous buildup was all waved by the fact that I was somehow just.. good to go?
Relief quickly turned to panic as the inherent nature of it all being too good to be true set in. I expected to die, I expected some visit from government agents, I expected anything and everything, but as months turned to years.. Nothing ever came of it. No mirror ever caused me any harm, which was its own anxiety I'd have to overcome simply because of the absurd nature or such a request.
I hoped it was.. some prank. Everything was well... for a time. Of course to disturb my peace, my sister called.
I just.. watched the phone ring. My sister, someone who I hadn't spoken to in upwards of 8 years was suddenly ringing me up. When I finally had answered, her question left me speechless.
"Hey Lex. would you happen to remember Mom's recipe for that egg toast? I think I left the cookbook at your place."
I felt my ears ring. The question was so.. casual. She entirely skipped the part where we discussed how she's been, how I'm doing. She spoke to me like we'd hung out only days ago.
At the time I'd thought I was just being dramatic, but looking back on it I can only justify my own hesitation to respond.
"W-..what?"
I stammered like a fool, but I was firm in my disbelief.
"Yeah, it should be in the book on the counter?"
I looked over my shoulder to my kitchen counter, past the toaster I never bought, and over to the book she spoke of. My jaw hung heavy, the whole interaction feeling like a dream.
With one hand I held the phone, and with the other I began to skim the pages of the book letting my eyes linger on mom's cinnamon roll recipe for a bit longer than intended.
"Lex.. are you ok?"
My sister inquired on the other end. I suddenly felt sick.. falling the the ground and laying on my back. This wasn't happening.
"Lex? Are you alright!?"
My sister repeated back more urgently, followed by her assurance that she would be over soon to check on me. But.. no company ever arrived. After hours the line just dropped, and I fell asleep there on that cold, wooden floor, paralyzed with a feeling I couldn't wrap my head around.
When I finally gathered the composure to stand I would try to call Xel back. A frown dawned my face when she never answered. Somehow this didnât surprise me, and I was lead to believe that she had never called me in the first place. The thing is, the book was still on my counter, and her call was still logged on my phone.
Still, I hadnât known Xel to do something like this. It wasnât in her nature to do something so cruel, to act like all this time hadnât passed.
But it has. Years have gone by and nothing but radio silence from her, a silence I feared would go on. The following days I would continue to attempt to call her, but to no avail.
I had to come to terms with the fact that, as quickly as she had returned too my life, Xel was once again gone. Iâm ashamed to admit that, just as Iâd forgotten that experience with The Arsaction several years ago, Iâd forgotten about my own sister.
Even if she wouldnât call back, I was inspired to begin looking through old family pictures, and this is where the oddities would start to fester.
I found a picture of Xel and I just.. eating breakfast. Usually my mom was off to work by then, but it was a special occasion. It was a day I remember so vividly. I was 14 years old at this time, and had awoke to the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls filling the air. After all, it was Xelâs and Iâs birthday. All was right with the world, all as I climbed from the messy sheets in my dark room. It was abundantly clear that the bulb of the light beside my bed had burnt out over the course of the night, and the closed blinds didn't aid my vision as I stumbled around my room in search of my door.
An oddity presented itself in the fashion of aimless wondering. Where was the nob? One I'd become so accustomed to.. not needing to open? I'd never closed my door. Not the previous night, not ever. Not to the behest of my mother who'd always taken annoyance to closed doors, some trait of my grandmother's to which my mom had unfortunately inherited.
Breakfast took the form of two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, and slightly burnt French-Toast. My previous assumption of cinnamon rolls unfortunately missed the mark, however I wouldn't object to this. I wish I could convince myself that I was wrong. Something so mundane, something so insignificant to the events in this story, however the first notable instance of a curse that I couldn't pinpoint
My mother had already seen herself off to work by this point, and so I was faced with the responsibilities of seeing myself out to the bus. Some routine I'd become far too used to; The minutes passed, leaving me with nothing to do but wait by the door for a buss that would never arrive.
If the door being shut and the cinnamon rolls being a different meal entirely had left me with a minor confusion, then suddenly being seated in the passenger seat of my mother's car listening to the nonchalant complaints from my twin sister about the nuances freshmen year math shot me into a disarray I couldn't possibly quantify.
I think one of the scariest things for me is the fact that I thought nothing of it. I hadn't freaked out. No scene was made to express what should have been one of the more disturbing instances of my childhood.
I could chalk up the mistaking breakfast for something else as me just misremembering events.. But something unmistakable is the fact that somehow my mom both never drove me to school, yet the fact that she.. always had.
If you're confused, I understand. I am too, because the contradicting nature of my memory is something that haunts me to no end.
Things were easier as a child. That's often the case, but ever sense I stopped aging, I've begun to notice the oddities presented by life that are.. inexplainable. I'm not even sure where to start with researching my predicament. Hell, this is reddit! If I couldn't find an answer here, I doubt there is an answer to be found at all.
The Mandela Effect is something that I feel needs no introduction. To those who don't know, the Mandela Effect, in brief, is a phenomenon that incurs when you "misremember" something. Think of a card, now imagine you saw that card as a child and it had a single heart drawn on it's center. Now, years later you are discussing this card with someone else just for them to tell you that the heart you swear, the heart you KNOW you saw.. was a diamond. You tell them they are wrong, you shake your head, chuckle nervously.. But then they present you with the card.
Your stomach drops. This can't be the card, there is no way! Only it is the card, and when you come to the realization that it is in fact the card you'd seen as a child, you are filled with a mix of confusion, fascination, and quite possibly denial.
Most often, the Mandela Effect is associated with silly things like books titles, and board game mascots, but my experience is far beyond such things. It's the only phenomenon I've found that seems even within the realm of explaining my predicament. Problem is, the more I think, the more is wrong.
All of me wishes it all ended with that one childhood experience! But it didn't. In fact, the more I consider my childhood, the more contradictions I notice. Part of me believes I could handle this if it was limited to my childhood, but it's not. This.. experience... It effects my every day!
I'm not losing my mind, I'm just picking up crumbs that I never dropped. Not.. losing my mind, just finding more "mind" than the inventory should account for.
As I stop and think now, Iâm understanding that my memories are.. overlapping. Other mirrored versions of myself and my memories will occasionally cross paths, and when they do it causes me to misremember. Not because I donât remember, but because my memories conflict with one another.
I wish I could see someone about this, but Iâm worried the consequences of me seeking someone out.. still, we make dumb mistakes when we are desperate, and Iâm starting to feel desperate again.
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When I was 19 years old my financial situation wasn't great. In what was left of a crumbling home would be my recovering addict twin sister, and myself. The unfortunate state of our home was all from the even more unfortunate passing of our parents just four years prior. The two hadn't died tragically by any means, thankfully. No.. our parents died of old age, a consequence of having us kids later in life, while not being able to take on the financial burden that would be.. us.
My sister was making the early steps into the college lifestyle, doing her best to stay afloat with my support in funding. Money was tight for the two of us, but as she became more well off on her own, the more content she was with severing the last remaining tie to her childhood.. me.
I didn't hate Xel for her decision, if anything I understood her distancing from this life.. even if it saddened me. So then it was just me! Left to a house with a hole in the ceiling. Believe it or not, life wasn't all to bad even with how considerably down in the dumps it otherwise seemed to be.
However, content as I might have been, it's human nature to want more than you have. Can't say I was to greedy to look for some comfortability in my own home..
And so there it was! The glistening letters of ink outlining my salvation. An advertisement I'd found plastered onto the wall of the small booth I sat at while I waited for the bus to carry me off to work. "$5,000 to those compatible for a recent scientific breakthrough." Under any 'normal' circumstances I would consider this a scam. Hell, I was skeptical as I scanned the letters. Had I been told of this opportunity through spam call or text I would've glossed right over it just as anyone else would have.. but I was desperate.
I think it was the fact that someone, some real person had to have put this paper up on this wall gave me some glimmer of hope for a quick cash grab. Listed bellow the promise of money was details for a number to call regarding interest in the proposition.
I took the bait.. I saw the line, and like some idiot I clamped my teeth down just for that hook to sweep me away.
The corporation I'd come to know as, "The Arsaction," would see me just a week later. There was a brief consultation. They took my weight, age, all things I would've expected. It wasn't until they pulled records regarding my familial situation that I began to find this whole ordeal.. suspicious.
To 'begin' to find things suspicious only at this point is foolish, something I full understand, but I feel the need to reinforce the fact that I, Lex McKarthy, was desperate.
Everything by this point seemed pretty legit. The blood tests, the doctors office, the tests were.. reasonable. What was I to suspect? Everything was so vague, and truth be told I honestly didn't even expect anything to come of this visit. All the doctors, all the consultants seemed so disinterested in my features.. but when they realized I had no one, everything seemed to change.
Suddenly ears perked, suddenly doors closed, suddenly I was.. exactly what they were looking for. Every feature of myself was so painfully average. I was anyman, I was.. nothing. Despite their best efforts to be discreate, I knew it was only the fact that nobody would come looking for me that peaked their interests.
My stomach dropped when I was faced with a pen in my hand, trembling over that NDA. Every fiber of me cursed myself for never considering putting just a minute of research into 'The Arsaction,' however a video briefing would ease my nerves. Nobody knew who The Arsaction was. There was no public record of their existence, and that NDA would make sure that they continued to never exist.
I was stupid, I was irrational, I was in over my head! But I was desperate.. and I had nothing else.
"I have nothing else.. I have nothing else!"
It was a mantra I chanted as I was injected with that substance. The substance that turned my blood orange, made my skin freakishly thin.
And then I went home.
That was it. I was given my sum of money, and I was sent home. They told me I was, "good to go," and no number of questions would get a one of them to speak. I was only met with who I'd assume to be security guiding me out of the building.
Not a word more of what I'd just been injected with, only given instructions to not dwell on mirrors for too long. That was it, just some ominous instructions. So I left, as befuddled as I arrived. Relief washed over me as I made my way home. The anxiety I'd received from such an ominous buildup was all waved by the fact that I was somehow just.. good to go?
Relief quickly turned to panic as the inherent nature of it all being too good to be true set in. I expected to die, I expected some visit from government agents, I expected anything and everything, but as months turned to years.. Nothing ever came of it. No mirror ever caused me any harm, which was its own anxiety I'd have to overcome simply because of the absurd nature or such a request.
I hoped it was.. some prank. Everything was well... for a time. Of course to disturb my peace, my sister called.
I just.. watched the phone ring. My sister, someone who I hadn't spoken to in upwards of 8 years was suddenly ringing me up. When I finally had answered, her question left me speechless.
"Hey Lex. would you happen to remember Mom's recipe for that egg toast? I think I left the cookbook at your place."
I felt my ears ring. The question was so.. casual. She entirely skipped the part where we discussed how she's been, how I'm doing. She spoke to me like we'd hung out only days ago.
At the time I'd thought I was just being dramatic, but looking back on it I can only justify my own hesitation to respond.
"W-..what?"
I stammered like a fool, but I was firm in my disbelief.
"Yeah, it should be in the book on the counter?"
I looked over my shoulder to my kitchen counter, past the toaster I never bought, and over to the book she spoke of. My jaw hung heavy, the whole interaction feeling like a dream.
With one hand I held the phone, and with the other I began to skim the pages of the book letting my eyes linger on mom's cinnamon roll recipe for a bit longer than intended.
"Lex.. are you ok?"
My sister inquired on the other end. I suddenly felt sick.. falling the the ground and laying on my back. This wasn't happening.
"Lex? Are you alright!?"
My sister repeated back more urgently, followed by her assurance that she would be over soon to check on me. But.. no company ever arrived. After hours the line just dropped, and I fell asleep there on that cold, wooden floor, paralyzed with a feeling I couldn't wrap my head around.
When I finally gathered the composure to stand I would try to call Xel back. A frown dawned my face when she never answered. Somehow this didnât surprise me, and I was lead to believe that she had never called me in the first place. The thing is, the book was still on my counter, and her call was still logged on my phone.
Still, I hadnât known Xel to do something like this. It wasnât in her nature to do something so cruel, to act like all this time hadnât passed.
But it has. Years have gone by and nothing but radio silence from her, a silence I feared would go on. The following days I would continue to attempt to call her, but to no avail.
I had to come to terms with the fact that, as quickly as she had returned too my life, Xel was once again gone. Iâm ashamed to admit that, just as Iâd forgotten that experience with The Arsaction several years ago, Iâd forgotten about my own sister.
Even if she wouldnât call back, I was inspired to begin looking through old family pictures, and this is where the oddities would start to fester.
I found a picture of Xel and I just.. eating breakfast. Usually my mom was off to work by then, but it was a special occasion. It was a day I remember so vividly. I was 14 years old at this time, and had awoke to the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls filling the air. After all, it was Xelâs and Iâs birthday. All was right with the world, all as I climbed from the messy sheets in my dark room. It was abundantly clear that the bulb of the light beside my bed had burnt out over the course of the night, and the closed blinds didn't aid my vision as I stumbled around my room in search of my door.
An oddity presented itself in the fashion of aimless wondering. Where was the nob? One I'd become so accustomed to.. not needing to open? I'd never closed my door. Not the previous night, not ever. Not to the behest of my mother who'd always taken annoyance to closed doors, some trait of my grandmother's to which my mom had unfortunately inherited.
Breakfast took the form of two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, and slightly burnt French-Toast. My previous assumption of cinnamon rolls unfortunately missed the mark, however I wouldn't object to this. I wish I could convince myself that I was wrong. Something so mundane, something so insignificant to the events in this story, however the first notable instance of a curse that I couldn't pinpoint
My mother had already seen herself off to work by this point, and so I was faced with the responsibilities of seeing myself out to the bus. Some routine I'd become far too used to; The minutes passed, leaving me with nothing to do but wait by the door for a buss that would never arrive.
If the door being shut and the cinnamon rolls being a different meal entirely had left me with a minor confusion, then suddenly being seated in the passenger seat of my mother's car listening to the nonchalant complaints from my twin sister about the nuances freshmen year math shot me into a disarray I couldn't possibly quantify.
I think one of the scariest things for me is the fact that I thought nothing of it. I hadn't freaked out. No scene was made to express what should have been one of the more disturbing instances of my childhood.
I could chalk up the mistaking breakfast for something else as me just misremembering events.. But something unmistakable is the fact that somehow my mom both never drove me to school, yet the fact that she.. always had.
If you're confused, I understand. I am too, because the contradicting nature of my memory is something that haunts me to no end.
Things were easier as a child. That's often the case, but ever sense I stopped aging, I've begun to notice the oddities presented by life that are.. inexplainable. I'm not even sure where to start with researching my predicament. Hell, this is reddit! If I couldn't find an answer here, I doubt there is an answer to be found at all.
The Mandela Effect is something that I feel needs no introduction. To those who don't know, the Mandela Effect, in brief, is a phenomenon that incurs when you "misremember" something. Think of a card, now imagine you saw that card as a child and it had a single heart drawn on it's center. Now, years later you are discussing this card with someone else just for them to tell you that the heart you swear, the heart you KNOW you saw.. was a diamond. You tell them they are wrong, you shake your head, chuckle nervously.. But then they present you with the card.
Your stomach drops. This can't be the card, there is no way! Only it is the card, and when you come to the realization that it is in fact the card you'd seen as a child, you are filled with a mix of confusion, fascination, and quite possibly denial.
Most often, the Mandela Effect is associated with silly things like books titles, and board game mascots, but my experience is far beyond such things. It's the only phenomenon I've found that seems even within the realm of explaining my predicament. Problem is, the more I think, the more is wrong.
All of me wishes it all ended with that one childhood experience! But it didn't. In fact, the more I consider my childhood, the more contradictions I notice. Part of me believes I could handle this if it was limited to my childhood, but it's not. This.. experience... It effects my every day!
I'm not losing my mind, I'm just picking up crumbs that I never dropped. Not.. losing my mind, just finding more "mind" than the inventory should account for.
As I stop and think now, Iâm understanding that my memories are.. overlapping. Other mirrored versions of myself and my memories will occasionally cross paths, and when they do it causes me to misremember. Not because I donât remember, but because my memories conflict with one another.
I wish I could see someone about this, but Iâm worried the consequences of me seeking someone out.. still, we make dumb mistakes when we are desperate, and Iâm starting to feel desperate again.
2024.05.15 03:51 Orphandestroyer99 Nikonus x Ginzel oneshot
Content warning: a bit of not-safe references, very cringe writing, and dialogue
Memory transcript subject: Nikonus, Chief of the Kolshian Commonwealth
Date: [standardized human time] March 15th, 2131
It was that time again. A meeting of which nobody can know. There was always a bit of guilt inside me for partaking in such activities. HoweverâŠ
It was what was best for the commonwealth.. and best for me.
Only a select group on both sides knew the truth of this war and our societies. None of the public knew of the deal our people and the Arxur have made.
I hope it stays this way.
âAlright sir weâre hereâ Looking to my right I saw one of my guards holding a pristine rifle. The armor of this special unit was shiny and in the best condition.
âLetâs get this over withâ I fixed my robe, it was best to look presentable. Especially for these meetings.
This space station, in the middle of nowhere, floated while being guarded and hidden from the galaxy.
We only do these meetings every so often just to get on the same page and plan what will and wonât happen. Itâs nice to stay on the same page.
I remember when I first got the job of Chief I couldnât believe this would be a part of my job. At first, I didnât want to do this but as time went on I got used to it.
Entering the station I saw groups of Arxur, Farsul, and Kolshians all together. Some exchange intel and others keep guard. I imagine this sight would confuse anybody.
Enemies together like this.
Passing by people they greeted me and then went back to their business. Everything here was almost like a clock. Tight and on time.
âAlright Nik we canât follow you any furtherâ I gave a little tail flick as I stood at the door. In this room was where me and Ginzel would meet.
Everything in that room would not be known to outsiders unless they were at the top of the top.
Grabbing the door handle with my tentacle I opened it and entered. Some kind of Arxur music was playing, it was almost like one of those Paltan bands that would play in bars.
Almost soothing to the soul.
âAh, Nikonus youâre hereâ Ginzel was sitting in one of the soft chairs made of that nice Fabric from Nishtal. In his hands, he was eating a bit of Venlil. âCome and sit! The chefs prepped some dine for youâ
Walking over I sat down in the chair to face the Arxur. I could see different scratch marks and scars on him in different places.
He wasnât wearing his armor like he would be in public or just in normal places. Then again looking at it, it would probably be somewhat annoying to be constantly wearing that everywhere.
In front of me was a plate of fruits handpicked from the best orchards and a glass of some exotic wine. Its coloring and density were elegantly elite.
Taking a sip the rich flavor filled every part of my mouth exploding with flavor. Yes, it was indeed elite as expected.
âSo Nikonus letâs get to it. I was thinking about sending some generals over to one of those Harchen worlds, what do you think?â Thinking about it.. it wasnât a bad choice. It could definitely have some people up in arms.
âAlright but make sure itâs not too devastating. While we can lose a few worlds here and there we donât need everyone thinking itâs a full-blown invasionâ Ginzel nodded in agreement. Our understandings and agreements were mutual.
We talked for so long about different points and plans. I talked about raiding some cattle ships so some of his people wouldnât be fed. Mainly to boost recruitment numbers and have some good press.
However as the talk continued I found myself becoming more bored and tired, I could feel myself blanking out from time to time. Recently I have found myself just not enjoying life or my job as I used to.
Maybe I was just bored of it all, the bureaucracy, the constant news and updates, and managing the Federation had taken a toll on me.
With the constant bickering of the politicians about the weirdest matters. And the nagging of the Nevoks and Fissans about who gets what.
I justâŠ. I donâtâŠ
âNikonus!â I shot up in surprise. Ginzel was right up in my face. Backing up I could feel my face turning a bright blush of purple. âYou there?â
I couldnât speak, I was in such a shock and fluster. My tail wagged at a fast pace that I couldnât control.
âI-I uh yeah Iâm fineâ Quickly going up from my seat I grabbed my things and began to walk away.
Before I made it past the table Ginzel stopped me. Confusion set in as he placed me against a table.
âGinzel what are you-!?â Ginzel silenced me and looked deep with his eyes. I could see some sort of worry on his face. This wasnât normal or anything Iâd seen before.
âNikonus IâŠ.. donât know what to say. Itâs just thatâ Oh my stars he didnât! Did he? âEver since we first met I justâŠ. By me this going to sound cringy but I couldnât stop thinking about youâ
I couldnât stop blushing. What was going on with me!? This wasnât ok, right?
âBut Ginzel what about our reputations? If people find out that you⊠Iâ Ginzel didnât seem to care, he didnât seem to be concerned.
âOh come on Nik we will just silence them like we always do. And⊠Iâve been craving some thicker meat as of lateâ OH STARS OH STARS I-
âGinzel Iâm not sure now is a good timeâ The huge Arxur backed away slightly. I could see the scars on his⊠huge chest.
We both looked at each other in silence. The air was still, it was hard to breathe.
As I thought harder and harder I couldnât keep myself from grabbing Ginzel. He seemed surprised at me.
âSorry, Nik I thoughtâŠâ Putting a tentacle to his mouth I looked away. There was some kind of sadness going over me.
âItâs ok Ginzel maybe some other time might be better?â I tried to lighten things up but the Arxur in front of me seemed disappointed.
âAlrightâŠ.. well till we meet again?â
âSureâ
Exiting the room I gave my guards a signal and we started to head back to the ship. Each step I took I thought of what just happened.
Should I? Should I not? As I walk I head back to that boring and tiring life I live. I think about how I feel and how I act. Maybe it would be good to let loose.
Screw it.
Stopping in my tracks I turned around.
âNikonus?â Looking over to my guards they both seemed surprised. Their minds racing with questions.
Everyone seemed surprised and what was happening. I rushed back to the room, hopefully Ginzel was still there.
âIf you excuse me I think I forgot something in the roomâ Quickly shutting the door I discovered Ginzel sitting there in a chair. He was facing a screen watching some sport I believe.
âNik!â The Arxur seemed surprised as I wrapped my tentacles around him. The scaly skin felt nice.
This was going to be fun.
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Memory transcript subject: Nikonus, Chief of the Kolshian Commonwealth
Date: [standardized human time] March 15th, 2131
It was that time again. A meeting of which nobody can know. There was always a bit of guilt inside me for partaking in such activities. HoweverâŠ
It was what was best for the commonwealth.. and best for me.
Only a select group on both sides knew the truth of this war and our societies. None of the public knew of the deal our people and the Arxur have made.
I hope it stays this way.
âAlright sir weâre hereâ Looking to my right I saw one of my guards holding a pristine rifle. The armor of this special unit was shiny and in the best condition.
âLetâs get this over withâ I fixed my robe, it was best to look presentable. Especially for these meetings.
This space station, in the middle of nowhere, floated while being guarded and hidden from the galaxy.
We only do these meetings every so often just to get on the same page and plan what will and wonât happen. Itâs nice to stay on the same page.
I remember when I first got the job of Chief I couldnât believe this would be a part of my job. At first, I didnât want to do this but as time went on I got used to it.
Entering the station I saw groups of Arxur, Farsul, and Kolshians all together. Some exchange intel and others keep guard. I imagine this sight would confuse anybody.
Enemies together like this.
Passing by people they greeted me and then went back to their business. Everything here was almost like a clock. Tight and on time.
âAlright Nik we canât follow you any furtherâ I gave a little tail flick as I stood at the door. In this room was where me and Ginzel would meet.
Everything in that room would not be known to outsiders unless they were at the top of the top.
Grabbing the door handle with my tentacle I opened it and entered. Some kind of Arxur music was playing, it was almost like one of those Paltan bands that would play in bars.
Almost soothing to the soul.
âAh, Nikonus youâre hereâ Ginzel was sitting in one of the soft chairs made of that nice Fabric from Nishtal. In his hands, he was eating a bit of Venlil. âCome and sit! The chefs prepped some dine for youâ
Walking over I sat down in the chair to face the Arxur. I could see different scratch marks and scars on him in different places.
He wasnât wearing his armor like he would be in public or just in normal places. Then again looking at it, it would probably be somewhat annoying to be constantly wearing that everywhere.
In front of me was a plate of fruits handpicked from the best orchards and a glass of some exotic wine. Its coloring and density were elegantly elite.
Taking a sip the rich flavor filled every part of my mouth exploding with flavor. Yes, it was indeed elite as expected.
âSo Nikonus letâs get to it. I was thinking about sending some generals over to one of those Harchen worlds, what do you think?â Thinking about it.. it wasnât a bad choice. It could definitely have some people up in arms.
âAlright but make sure itâs not too devastating. While we can lose a few worlds here and there we donât need everyone thinking itâs a full-blown invasionâ Ginzel nodded in agreement. Our understandings and agreements were mutual.
We talked for so long about different points and plans. I talked about raiding some cattle ships so some of his people wouldnât be fed. Mainly to boost recruitment numbers and have some good press.
However as the talk continued I found myself becoming more bored and tired, I could feel myself blanking out from time to time. Recently I have found myself just not enjoying life or my job as I used to.
Maybe I was just bored of it all, the bureaucracy, the constant news and updates, and managing the Federation had taken a toll on me.
With the constant bickering of the politicians about the weirdest matters. And the nagging of the Nevoks and Fissans about who gets what.
I justâŠ. I donâtâŠ
âNikonus!â I shot up in surprise. Ginzel was right up in my face. Backing up I could feel my face turning a bright blush of purple. âYou there?â
I couldnât speak, I was in such a shock and fluster. My tail wagged at a fast pace that I couldnât control.
âI-I uh yeah Iâm fineâ Quickly going up from my seat I grabbed my things and began to walk away.
Before I made it past the table Ginzel stopped me. Confusion set in as he placed me against a table.
âGinzel what are you-!?â Ginzel silenced me and looked deep with his eyes. I could see some sort of worry on his face. This wasnât normal or anything Iâd seen before.
âNikonus IâŠ.. donât know what to say. Itâs just thatâ Oh my stars he didnât! Did he? âEver since we first met I justâŠ. By me this going to sound cringy but I couldnât stop thinking about youâ
I couldnât stop blushing. What was going on with me!? This wasnât ok, right?
âBut Ginzel what about our reputations? If people find out that you⊠Iâ Ginzel didnât seem to care, he didnât seem to be concerned.
âOh come on Nik we will just silence them like we always do. And⊠Iâve been craving some thicker meat as of lateâ OH STARS OH STARS I-
âGinzel Iâm not sure now is a good timeâ The huge Arxur backed away slightly. I could see the scars on his⊠huge chest.
We both looked at each other in silence. The air was still, it was hard to breathe.
As I thought harder and harder I couldnât keep myself from grabbing Ginzel. He seemed surprised at me.
âSorry, Nik I thoughtâŠâ Putting a tentacle to his mouth I looked away. There was some kind of sadness going over me.
âItâs ok Ginzel maybe some other time might be better?â I tried to lighten things up but the Arxur in front of me seemed disappointed.
âAlrightâŠ.. well till we meet again?â
âSureâ
Exiting the room I gave my guards a signal and we started to head back to the ship. Each step I took I thought of what just happened.
Should I? Should I not? As I walk I head back to that boring and tiring life I live. I think about how I feel and how I act. Maybe it would be good to let loose.
Screw it.
Stopping in my tracks I turned around.
âNikonus?â Looking over to my guards they both seemed surprised. Their minds racing with questions.
Everyone seemed surprised and what was happening. I rushed back to the room, hopefully Ginzel was still there.
âIf you excuse me I think I forgot something in the roomâ Quickly shutting the door I discovered Ginzel sitting there in a chair. He was facing a screen watching some sport I believe.
âNik!â The Arxur seemed surprised as I wrapped my tentacles around him. The scaly skin felt nice.
This was going to be fun.
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2024.05.15 03:40 DigEfficient4029 My relationship to my dog is causing problems with my bf- anyone been able to work through something like this?
TLDR: My boyfriend and I have completely different relationships to dogs. He likes dogs, but not in the way I like dogs. Can't get on the same page about my dog and it's causing an impasse. Suggested couples therapy and he was wishy-washy about it. Not sure what to do
My (27f) boyfriend (30m) and I have been together for about 9 months, but have known each other for much longer (~9+ years). He is not originally from the US, but has been in the US since undergrad, which is where we met. I'm from the US.
I have a 6-7 year old male cattle dog/hound mix named Red who I've had for nearly 6 years. Red has had bad isolation distress literally since a week after I picked him up from the shelter that I've spent tons of time, money, and energy working on. He's made a TON of progress, but he's still not at the point where he can be consistently left home alone for more than 15 minutes. I have roommates, so if they're planning to be home while I'm gone, I can leave him with them since his issues really only come out when he's left all alone. If they're not going to be home for even 30 minutes of when I'd be away or if they aren't sure if they want to leave the house for a bit to do something, I'll either take him to daycare if it's during their hours, bring him with me if I can, or cancel my plans because I can't be sure that I'll be able to leave him without him barking nonstop. I have neighbors and he's a hound with quite an intense bark. Besides his isolation distress, he's a really sweet boy who loves people (especially men lol) and just wants to hang out nearby and maybe get some pets. Because of the YEARS of trying to get his isolation distress under control, I've spent a lot of time training him and he's a smart little guy so he's pretty well-trained although there's always room for improvement. However, he does have some anxiety.
I love him with my whole heart. As you can imagine, we've spent a ton of time together over the past 6ish years and I'm QUITE attached. I also just love dogs generally. Since I was a little kid, I've always loved dogs, wanted a dog, loved caring for dogs, etc. My love for Red is quite clear and everyone who knows me even a little bit knows how much I love and would sacrifice for him.
Although my partner and I started dating only 9 months ago, we've known each other for much longer. I would go visit him with Red throughout the years and I was always under the impression my bf liked him and didn't mind my relationship with him. When I'd visit, I'd share the bed with my boyfriend and Red would also sleep on the bed. My boyfriend never said anything at the time. Whenever I needed to take Red for a walk, he would gladly accompany us. He would play with Red and pet him. He would talk about him fondly. The only indication I had that we didn't have the same background with dog ownership is when I asked him if it was okay for Red to be on the bed or furniture, he said it was totally okay but jokingly told me not to tell anyone from the country he is from because they would make fun of him. I thought that was a funny way of commenting on cultural differences around dog ownership, but I didn't get the sense that it was something that he was uncomfortable with personally.
The entire time I've known him, except for when we were in college, we've been long-distance (like on opposite sides of the country long-distance). That was the main reason why we didn't start dating before now. In august, we said fuck it and let's just try. Communication has definitely been challenging at times because of being long-distance, but it's overall been going pretty well. We get to see each other every month, switching off who goes where. I'm in grad school right now, so I'll go to him during breaks. He has his own company and frequently has business in the city I'm living in, so he'll prolong his stays in my city by a couple of days when he comes out here for business. It's pretty good for bi-coastal long-distance!
The biggest problem that's come up (which feels so ridiculous but it is) is my dog. Since we've started dating, he's completely changed how he acts about my dog. When my boyfriend comes over to my house during visits, he doesn't initiate any interaction with my dog at all. When I tell him I need to take my dog on a walk, he doesn't come and tells me that he doesn't need the walk. Even when he's not visiting and I'm talking to him on the phone, I've mentioned that I need to take him on at least 2 30+ min walks a day (because that's the bare minimum exercise he needs to be doing good) and he tells me that it's too much walking and I don't need to do that. He frequently tries to get me to board my dog overnight when he's in town because he likes to "just spend time with me." Like, he asks me to do this when we're just hanging out at my place with no plans to go out. Or he keeps suggesting that I should leave him with my mom who lives 10 hours away because my life would be less stressful and he would be taken care of really well with her.
I've tried to be patient and respect that he doesn't have the same relationship to dogs that I do. I don't let Red on the bed when he's around. I don't let Red lick him. I don't ask him to go on walks with us. If we're going to go to a dinner and we can bring Red because it's outdoor seating, I'll consider taking him to daycare instead or with my roommates if they're around/able. But the suggestions about leaving him with my mom or boarding him overnight for no reason (IMO) really, really get me mad and it's getting harder to deal with because I've tried to explain to him why I don't feel comfortable doing that many times but it doesn't seem like he's willing to accept that my answer is no. We had a big conversation about the Red problem in February, because there were several times where our preferences regarding Red were not aligned and one time where I got pissed about him asking me to board him and I said no pretty sternly. We talked about it and he expressed that he didn't realize before that trip that I view Red as my actual son. He said he had reflected on his requests regarding Red because he always wants to make sure he's being reasonable and thought that it might just be a cultural difference between us, but then he thought about what his SIL who is from the States is like with her *family dog that she hasn't lived with in many years* and came to the conclusion that I do not view my dog like other people view their dogs. I tried to push back on that, but he wasn't convinced. Anyways, I tried to explain again why I don't like to board him overnight if I can avoid it and how I take the role of being his owner really seriously because I'm the only advocate he has to look out for his health/wellbeing. I also tried to explain that I like to be around my dog and the way he's been around my dog makes it seem like he doesn't like him + the way he tries to convince me to leave him with my mom or board him makes me worried that he's trying to get me to get rid of my dog and/or he doesn't take seriously that my dog brings a lot of joy to me/is really important to me. He denies all of this but still keeps suggesting these things even though he knows it makes me uncomfortable. He says that he wants to make sure he's honoring who he is which is why he continues to bring it up and that he doesn't like that he doesn't have any input on the decision. I'm trying to be more flexible but I feel I've already accommodated a lot on this front (like taking Red to daycare or leaving him with roommates when we're doing something he could easily come to like cook dinner at his airbnb and watch movies) and also... it's my dog...
I think part of my bf's problem is that my dog is used to being on the bed or furniture, so when my bf's over, I have to tell him a couple of times to stay off before he will. He also can get barky/jumpy when people hug or kiss, so we have to do some training for that too. I think my bf doesn't like to have to think about those things/doesn't think that can change and would rather him just not be there. I've tried to tell him that those things are trainable and I'm more than happy to do that with him so he's more comfortable, but we need to have him there with us so that we can train him get used to it. In fact, I had started doing that already and he's gotten better, even though it's only been worked on about 4 times in the past 6 months (the total number of times all 3 of us have been together in the past 6 months). He does not believe me that'll actually get better with training though. I'm kind of at a loss because I'm really trying to find a solution that'll work for all of us, but it doesn't feel like he's interested in any alternative that involves my dog being around. He also hasn't offered any alternatives.
I've talked to my therapist about it and she thinks that we're having a really hard time communicating with and understanding each other about this (YUP) and suggested we consider couple's therapy. Honestly, for however silly it sounds, I think it's a good idea. Especially since we have been pretty clear from the beginning about how we want to have a future together (i.e. live together, get married, have children, etc) and I'm not sure how any of that can work if we can't get on the same page about something like this.
I talked to my bf about the couple's counseling and he brushed it off. I'm planning on bringing it up again but honestly all of this, including some other stuff I am not mentioning here bc this post is already long enough, is already making have massive doubts about whether this'll work more seriously since as silly as it sounds, it seems like a big incompatibility that we're not able to work through. I don't know. I'm worried I'm being too protective and uncompromising, but I think it's because I'm worried that if I don't set a firm boundary about this, it could be a slippery slope...
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My (27f) boyfriend (30m) and I have been together for about 9 months, but have known each other for much longer (~9+ years). He is not originally from the US, but has been in the US since undergrad, which is where we met. I'm from the US.
I have a 6-7 year old male cattle dog/hound mix named Red who I've had for nearly 6 years. Red has had bad isolation distress literally since a week after I picked him up from the shelter that I've spent tons of time, money, and energy working on. He's made a TON of progress, but he's still not at the point where he can be consistently left home alone for more than 15 minutes. I have roommates, so if they're planning to be home while I'm gone, I can leave him with them since his issues really only come out when he's left all alone. If they're not going to be home for even 30 minutes of when I'd be away or if they aren't sure if they want to leave the house for a bit to do something, I'll either take him to daycare if it's during their hours, bring him with me if I can, or cancel my plans because I can't be sure that I'll be able to leave him without him barking nonstop. I have neighbors and he's a hound with quite an intense bark. Besides his isolation distress, he's a really sweet boy who loves people (especially men lol) and just wants to hang out nearby and maybe get some pets. Because of the YEARS of trying to get his isolation distress under control, I've spent a lot of time training him and he's a smart little guy so he's pretty well-trained although there's always room for improvement. However, he does have some anxiety.
I love him with my whole heart. As you can imagine, we've spent a ton of time together over the past 6ish years and I'm QUITE attached. I also just love dogs generally. Since I was a little kid, I've always loved dogs, wanted a dog, loved caring for dogs, etc. My love for Red is quite clear and everyone who knows me even a little bit knows how much I love and would sacrifice for him.
Although my partner and I started dating only 9 months ago, we've known each other for much longer. I would go visit him with Red throughout the years and I was always under the impression my bf liked him and didn't mind my relationship with him. When I'd visit, I'd share the bed with my boyfriend and Red would also sleep on the bed. My boyfriend never said anything at the time. Whenever I needed to take Red for a walk, he would gladly accompany us. He would play with Red and pet him. He would talk about him fondly. The only indication I had that we didn't have the same background with dog ownership is when I asked him if it was okay for Red to be on the bed or furniture, he said it was totally okay but jokingly told me not to tell anyone from the country he is from because they would make fun of him. I thought that was a funny way of commenting on cultural differences around dog ownership, but I didn't get the sense that it was something that he was uncomfortable with personally.
The entire time I've known him, except for when we were in college, we've been long-distance (like on opposite sides of the country long-distance). That was the main reason why we didn't start dating before now. In august, we said fuck it and let's just try. Communication has definitely been challenging at times because of being long-distance, but it's overall been going pretty well. We get to see each other every month, switching off who goes where. I'm in grad school right now, so I'll go to him during breaks. He has his own company and frequently has business in the city I'm living in, so he'll prolong his stays in my city by a couple of days when he comes out here for business. It's pretty good for bi-coastal long-distance!
The biggest problem that's come up (which feels so ridiculous but it is) is my dog. Since we've started dating, he's completely changed how he acts about my dog. When my boyfriend comes over to my house during visits, he doesn't initiate any interaction with my dog at all. When I tell him I need to take my dog on a walk, he doesn't come and tells me that he doesn't need the walk. Even when he's not visiting and I'm talking to him on the phone, I've mentioned that I need to take him on at least 2 30+ min walks a day (because that's the bare minimum exercise he needs to be doing good) and he tells me that it's too much walking and I don't need to do that. He frequently tries to get me to board my dog overnight when he's in town because he likes to "just spend time with me." Like, he asks me to do this when we're just hanging out at my place with no plans to go out. Or he keeps suggesting that I should leave him with my mom who lives 10 hours away because my life would be less stressful and he would be taken care of really well with her.
I've tried to be patient and respect that he doesn't have the same relationship to dogs that I do. I don't let Red on the bed when he's around. I don't let Red lick him. I don't ask him to go on walks with us. If we're going to go to a dinner and we can bring Red because it's outdoor seating, I'll consider taking him to daycare instead or with my roommates if they're around/able. But the suggestions about leaving him with my mom or boarding him overnight for no reason (IMO) really, really get me mad and it's getting harder to deal with because I've tried to explain to him why I don't feel comfortable doing that many times but it doesn't seem like he's willing to accept that my answer is no. We had a big conversation about the Red problem in February, because there were several times where our preferences regarding Red were not aligned and one time where I got pissed about him asking me to board him and I said no pretty sternly. We talked about it and he expressed that he didn't realize before that trip that I view Red as my actual son. He said he had reflected on his requests regarding Red because he always wants to make sure he's being reasonable and thought that it might just be a cultural difference between us, but then he thought about what his SIL who is from the States is like with her *family dog that she hasn't lived with in many years* and came to the conclusion that I do not view my dog like other people view their dogs. I tried to push back on that, but he wasn't convinced. Anyways, I tried to explain again why I don't like to board him overnight if I can avoid it and how I take the role of being his owner really seriously because I'm the only advocate he has to look out for his health/wellbeing. I also tried to explain that I like to be around my dog and the way he's been around my dog makes it seem like he doesn't like him + the way he tries to convince me to leave him with my mom or board him makes me worried that he's trying to get me to get rid of my dog and/or he doesn't take seriously that my dog brings a lot of joy to me/is really important to me. He denies all of this but still keeps suggesting these things even though he knows it makes me uncomfortable. He says that he wants to make sure he's honoring who he is which is why he continues to bring it up and that he doesn't like that he doesn't have any input on the decision. I'm trying to be more flexible but I feel I've already accommodated a lot on this front (like taking Red to daycare or leaving him with roommates when we're doing something he could easily come to like cook dinner at his airbnb and watch movies) and also... it's my dog...
I think part of my bf's problem is that my dog is used to being on the bed or furniture, so when my bf's over, I have to tell him a couple of times to stay off before he will. He also can get barky/jumpy when people hug or kiss, so we have to do some training for that too. I think my bf doesn't like to have to think about those things/doesn't think that can change and would rather him just not be there. I've tried to tell him that those things are trainable and I'm more than happy to do that with him so he's more comfortable, but we need to have him there with us so that we can train him get used to it. In fact, I had started doing that already and he's gotten better, even though it's only been worked on about 4 times in the past 6 months (the total number of times all 3 of us have been together in the past 6 months). He does not believe me that'll actually get better with training though. I'm kind of at a loss because I'm really trying to find a solution that'll work for all of us, but it doesn't feel like he's interested in any alternative that involves my dog being around. He also hasn't offered any alternatives.
I've talked to my therapist about it and she thinks that we're having a really hard time communicating with and understanding each other about this (YUP) and suggested we consider couple's therapy. Honestly, for however silly it sounds, I think it's a good idea. Especially since we have been pretty clear from the beginning about how we want to have a future together (i.e. live together, get married, have children, etc) and I'm not sure how any of that can work if we can't get on the same page about something like this.
I talked to my bf about the couple's counseling and he brushed it off. I'm planning on bringing it up again but honestly all of this, including some other stuff I am not mentioning here bc this post is already long enough, is already making have massive doubts about whether this'll work more seriously since as silly as it sounds, it seems like a big incompatibility that we're not able to work through. I don't know. I'm worried I'm being too protective and uncompromising, but I think it's because I'm worried that if I don't set a firm boundary about this, it could be a slippery slope...
2024.05.15 03:40 ZLM1138 Itâs done
 | Just waiting for dawnshard to be republished in a normal format (fingers crossed). submitted by ZLM1138 to brandonsanderson [link] [comments] But as of today Iâve caught myself up entirely in the Cosmere. I started Mistborn In January and just finished Rhythm of War today. It was the last of the Cosmere novels for me, as I read the secret projects and mistborn 2 earlier. I crunched the numbers and it equated to on avg 106 hardcover pages a day! I used ebooks, hardcovers, and audio books. Eagerly awaiting book 5 now. Wish I would have paced it better to finish rhythm right as 5 was coming out but I could not put it down! |
2024.05.15 03:38 TheMangyMoose82 QuickBooks Desktop Enterprise 22.0/23.0 Management Guide
QuickBooks Desktop Enterprise 22.0/23.0 Management Guide
Overview
I have been maintaining QuickBooks Desktop Enterprise for several years now and have put together this guide on how to deploy the base app and the webpatches to users using Intune. I hope someone else finds this information useful.- This works for versions **22.0** & **23.0**.
- You may reference this guide in an attempt to manage versions prior to 22.0.
Required Tools
PSAppDeployToolkit (PSADT)
You will be using PSADT to do the bulk of the deployment work. You will want to get familiar with this tool if you are not already.- The PSAppDeployToolkit is a framework for deploying applications in a business or corporate environment.
- It offers a set of functions for common application deployment tasks and user interface elements for end-user interaction during a deployment.
- The toolkit aims to simplify the complex scripting challenges of deploying applications and to provide a consistent deployment experience.
- Download PSAppDeployToolkit at [https://github.com/PSAppDeployToolkit/PSAppDeployToolkit/releases/\](https://github.com/PSAppDeployToolkit/PSAppDeployToolkit/releases/).
Microsoft Deployment Toolkit (MDT)
- The Microsoft Deployment Toolkit (MDT) is a free tool for automating Windows and Windows Server operating system deployment, leveraging the Windows Assessment and Deployment Kit (ADK) for Windows 10.
- Version 8456 was released on January 25th 2019 and is the latest current version.
- Download the MDT at [https://www.microsoft.com/en-us/download/details.aspx?id=54259\](https://www.microsoft.com/en-us/download/details.aspx?id=54259)
Microsoft Win32 Content Prep Tool
You should already be familiar with this tool. If not, it is a simple tool to understand and use, so do not feel intimidated. This is what you will be using to package everything into a single **.intunewin** file that will be uploaded to Intune.- Requires .NET Framework 4.7.2
- Download at [https://github.com/microsoft/Microsoft-Win32-Content-Prep-Tool\](https://github.com/microsoft/Microsoft-Win32-Content-Prep-Tool)
Building The Deployment Package
Download QuickBooks Installer
We need to download a current installer for our QuickBooks application. Visit the QuickBooks download center at [https://downloads.quickbooks.com/app/qbdt/products\](https://downloads.quickbooks.com/app/qbdt/products)Select your version and download. This is also where you will download the QBwebpatch.exe patch installer that you need for installing updates.
Prepare PSADT
If you haven't already, download the current version of PSADT, extract, and stage the files to repackage for Intune.Place the **QuickBooksEnterprise2X.exe** into the **Files** folder of the PSADT structure.
Modify Deploy-Application.ps1
You need to make some modificatons to the deploy script of PSADT. Enter the following commands under each corresponding section of the script.Installation Tasks
Here you need to enter the following installation command for the **QuickBooksEnterprise23.exe** installer.```
```
Post-Installation Tasks
Here we will enable the XPS document writer with the following command.```
```
Uninstallation Tasks
Enter the following command to trigger the uninstall script.```
```
Post-Uninstallation Tasks
Enter the following command to disable the XPS document writer.```
```
You may make any other modifications you choose if you are comfortable working with the deploy script. Depending on your environment, there may be other tasks you need to perform to get the install to complete successfully.
Create Uninstall Script
You will need to navigate through the registry to get the uninstallation string that is used during the uninstall process for your version of QuickBooks.Install QuickBooks on a computer temporarily if you do not have it installed somewhere already.
The uninstall string for QuickBooks Desktop Enterprise can be found at:
`HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SOFTWARE\Microsoft\Windows\CurrentVersion\Uninstall`
The registry entry for it will have a product ID for its name. Look through them until you find the one for QuickBooks.
Copy the **UninstallString** entry value and paste it onto a notepad editor to build the script.
Use the "/passive" parameter at the end of the uninstall string. This will present the user with a small progress bar during the uninstallation process, but requires no additional interaction.Your complete uninstall command should look something like this below. Save it as a .cmd file to the **Files** fold of the PSADT structure.
```
msiexec.exe /x {B9BE758E-50B5-4BA7-987B-63184123AA1A} UNIQUE_NAME="belcontractor" QBFULLNAME="QuickBooks Enterprise Solutions: Contractor Edition 22.0" ADDREMOVE=1 /passive
```
Add ServiceUI.exe
This package will be running the the SYSTEM context. In order for the uninstall process to work properly the **ServiceUI.exe** tool needs to be added to the root of your PSADT structure.This tool is part of **MDT** and can be downloaded from the link provided at the top of this guide.
After you download and install the MDT, you will find the **ServiceUI.exe** in `C:\Program Files\Microsoft Deployment Toolkit\Templates\Distribution\Tools\x64`
Copy and paste it into your PSADT pacakge where your **Deploy-Application.ps1** script is.
Wrap with Win32 Content Prep Tool
Now you are ready to wrap it all up into the .intunewin file format so it can be uploaded to Intune.Select the **Deploy-Application.exe** as the setup file when packaging with the tool. Depending on your computers hardware, it can take a few minutes for it to complete and the app to be ready to upload.
Upload to Intune
Configure Application
Navigate to the Intune portal to create a new Windows application and upload the freshly packaged app.Enter details to name the application and give it a description. Included with this guide is a description markdown file that you can use if you wish. I have also included an app logo .png image file.
When configuring the app make sure to set install behavior to **System**.
Use the following Install and uninstall commands.
```
Install Command
Deploy-Application.exe -DeploymentType "Install" -DeployMode "Silent"Uninstall command
.\ServiceUI.exe -Process:explorer.exe Deploy-Application.exe -DeploymentType "Uninstall" -DeployMode "Silent"```
Detection Method
The detection method can be done a number of ways. For ease and reliability I have only provided the basic detection of the .exe after installation/uninstallation.- Rule Type: File
- Path: `C:\Program Files\Intuit\QuickBooks Enterprise Solutions 22.0\`
- File: `QBW.EXE`
- Detection method: `File or folder exists`
Please note, depending on your bandwidth and network environment, it can take several minutes for the package to download and install.
If you run into failures, make sure you have logging enabled for PSADT to make troubleshooting failures a breeze.
QBWebpatch.exe
Prepare Files
I came up with a simpe file creation command that places a "log" file on the computer after successfully running the update installer.This can be used for future detections if you ever update the app with a newer QBwebpatch.exe. Simply set your detection to look for the log file and its last modified date.
```
u/echo off
for /f "tokens=2 delims==" %%I in ('wmic os get localdatetime /format:list') do set datetime=%%I
set datetime=%datetime:~0,4%-%datetime:~4,2%-%datetime:~6,2% %datetime:~8,2%:%datetime:~10,2%:%datetime:~12,2%
echo Update installed %datetime% > "C:\Users\Public\qbupdate.log"
```
Intuit offers the **QBwebpatch.exe** installer that installs all updates for that version that are availalbe at time of installation.
This .exe can be downloaded from the QuickBooks downloads page mentioned at the beginning of this guide.
You will package it the same way we did the parent app. Use the below commands for the **Deploy-Application.ps1** script and **Intune** install/uninstall tasks and commands.
```
Install tasks
```
Upload to Intune
Create another app for the update installer. Make sure to set it to System install.Use the following install/uninstall commands and detection method.
```
Install command
.\ServiceUI.exe -Process:explorer.exe Deploy-Application.exe -DeploymentType "Install" -DeployMode "Silent"Uninstall Command
Deploy-Application.exe -DeploymentType "Uninstall" -DeployMode "Silent"```
**File Detection Method**
- Path: `C:\Users\Public`
- File: `qbupdate.log`
- Detection Method: `Date modified`
- Operator: `Greater than or equal to`
2024.05.15 03:37 BigFishSmallPond123 Email Automation and OTP Issues
Hi all, I'm trying to automate an emailing system for OTP verification but am running into some trouble. Below is my code, in it's respective files.
In models.py:
The problems are as follows:
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In models.py:
from django.db import models from django.contrib.auth.models import AbstractUser, User from django.db.models.signals import post_save from django.dispatch import receiver # Create your models here. class UserProfile(models.Model): user = models.OneToOneField(User, on_delete=models.CASCADE) otp = models.CharField(max_length=6, blank=True) otp_expiry_time = models.DateTimeField(blank=True, null=True) class AdditionalData(models.Model): user_profile = models.OneToOneField(UserProfile, on_delete=models.CASCADE) firstname = models.CharField(max_length=100, blank=True) lastname = models.CharField(max_length=100, blank=True) dateofbirth = models.DateField(null=True, blank=True) phone_no = models.CharField(max_length=20, blank=True) country_origin = models.CharField(max_length=100, blank=True) city_origin = models.CharField(max_length=100, blank=True) u/receiver(post_save, sender=User) def create_user_profile(sender, instance, created, **kwargs): if created: UserProfile.objects.create(user=instance) @receiver(post_save, sender=User) def save_user_profile(sender, instance, **kwargs): instance.userprofile.save()In views.py:
from django.shortcuts import render, redirect, HttpResponse from django.contrib.auth.models import User from django.contrib.auth import authenticate, login from django.contrib.auth.decorators import login_required from datetime import timedelta from django.utils import timezone from django.core.mail import send_mail from rest_framework import status from rest_framework.decorators import api_view, permission_classes from rest_framework.permissions import AllowAny from rest_framework.response import Response from .serializers import UserProfileSerializer from .models import UserProfile, AdditionalData from rest_framework_simplejwt.tokens import RefreshToken from .generate_random_digits import generate_random_digits def sign_up(request): if request.method == 'POST': username = request.POST.get('username') email = request.POST.get('email') pass1 = request.POST.get('password1') pass2 = request.POST.get('password2') User.objects.create_user(username, email, pass1).save() return redirect('login') return render(request, 'main/signup.html') def login1(request): if request.method == "POST": username = request.POST.get('username') pass1 = request.POST.get('pass') user = authenticate(request, username=username, password=pass1) if user is not None: if user.last_login is None: user.last_login = timezone.now() user.save() login(request, user) return redirect('firstlogin') else: user_profile = UserProfile.objects.get(user=user) verification_code = generate_random_digits() user_profile.otp = verification_code user_profile.otp_expiry_time = timezone.now() + timedelta(minutes=15) user_profile.save() send_mail( 'Verification Code', f'Your verification code is: {verification_code}', 'from@gmail.com', [request.user.email], fail_silently=False, ) return redirect('otp') else: error_message = "Invalid username or password" return render(request, 'main/login.html', {'error_message': error_message}) return render(request, 'main/login.html') def verify(request): username = request.data.get('username') password = request.data.get('password') otp = request.data.get('otp') user = authenticate(request, username=username, password=password) if user is not None: user_profile = UserProfile.objects.get(user=user) if ( user_profile.verification_code == otp and user_profile.otp_expiry_time is not None and user_profile.otp_expiry_time > timezone.now() ): login(request, user) refresh = RefreshToken.for_user(user) access_token = str(refresh.access_token) user_profile.otp = '' user_profile.otp_expiry_time = None user_profile.save() return Response({'access_token': access_token, 'refresh_token': str(refresh)}, status=status.HTTP_200_OK) return Response({'detail': 'Invalid verification code or credentials.'}, status=status.HTTP_401_UNAUTHORIZED) @login_required def firstlogin(request): if request.method == "POST": user = request.user try: additional_data = AdditionalData.objects.get(user_profile__user=user) except AdditionalData.DoesNotExist: additional_data = AdditionalData.objects.create(user_profile=UserProfile.objects.get(user=user)) additional_data.firstname = request.POST.get('FirstName') additional_data.lastname = request.POST.get('LastName') date_str = f"{request.POST.get('dob-year')}-{request.POST.get('dob-month')}-{request.POST.get('dob-day')}" try: additional_data.dateofbirth = date_str except ValueError: return HttpResponse('Invalid date format') additional_data.phone_no = request.POST.get('PhoneNumber') additional_data.country_origin = request.POST.get('Country') additional_data.city_origin = request.POST.get('City') additional_data.save() return HttpResponse('WORKED') return render(request, 'main/firstlogin.html') @login_required def home(response): return render(response, 'main/landing_page.html') def otp(response): return render(response, 'main/otp.html') In settings.py:""" Django settings for mysite project. Generated by 'django-admin startproject' using Django 4.2.6. For more information on this file, see https://docs.djangoproject.com/en/4.2/topics/settings/ For the full list of settings and their values, see https://docs.djangoproject.com/en/4.2/ref/settings/ """ from pathlib import Path import os # Build paths inside the project like this: BASE_DIR / 'subdir'. BASE_DIR = Path(__file__).resolve().parent.parent # Quick-start development settings - unsuitable for production # See https://docs.djangoproject.com/en/4.2/howto/deployment/checklist/ # SECURITY WARNING: keep the secret key used in production secret! SECRET_KEY = '#####...' # SECURITY WARNING: don't run with debug turned on in production! DEBUG = True ALLOWED_HOSTS = [] # Application definition INSTALLED_APPS = [ 'django.contrib.admin', 'django.contrib.auth', 'django.contrib.contenttypes', 'django.contrib.sessions', 'django.contrib.messages', 'django.contrib.staticfiles', 'main.apps.MainConfig', ] MIDDLEWARE = [ 'django.middleware.security.SecurityMiddleware', 'django.contrib.sessions.middleware.SessionMiddleware', 'django.middleware.common.CommonMiddleware', 'django.middleware.csrf.CsrfViewMiddleware', 'django.contrib.auth.middleware.AuthenticationMiddleware', 'django.contrib.messages.middleware.MessageMiddleware', 'django.middleware.clickjacking.XFrameOptionsMiddleware', ] ROOT_URLCONF = 'mysite.urls' TEMPLATES = [ { 'BACKEND': 'django.template.backends.django.DjangoTemplates', 'DIRS': [os.path.join(BASE_DIR, 'templates')], 'APP_DIRS': True, 'OPTIONS': { 'context_processors': [ 'django.template.context_processors.debug', 'django.template.context_processors.request', 'django.contrib.auth.context_processors.auth', 'django.contrib.messages.context_processors.messages', ], }, }, ] EMAIL_BACKEND = 'django.core.mail.backends.smtp.EmailBackend' EMAIL_HOST = 'smtp.gmail.com' EMAIL_PORT = 587 EMAIL_USE_TLS = True EMAIL_HOST_USER = 'from@gmail.com' EMAIL_HOST_PASSWORD = '############' WSGI_APPLICATION = 'mysite.wsgi.application' # Database # https://docs.djangoproject.com/en/4.2/ref/settings/#databases DATABASES = { 'default': { 'ENGINE': 'django.db.backends.sqlite3', 'NAME': BASE_DIR / 'db.sqlite3', } } # Password validation # https://docs.djangoproject.com/en/4.2/ref/settings/#auth-password-validators AUTH_PASSWORD_VALIDATORS = [ { 'NAME': 'django.contrib.auth.password_validation.UserAttributeSimilarityValidator', }, { 'NAME': 'django.contrib.auth.password_validation.MinimumLengthValidator', }, { 'NAME': 'django.contrib.auth.password_validation.CommonPasswordValidator', }, { 'NAME': 'django.contrib.auth.password_validation.NumericPasswordValidator', }, ] # Internationalization # https://docs.djangoproject.com/en/4.2/topics/i18n/ LANGUAGE_CODE = 'en-us' TIME_ZONE = 'UTC' USE_I18N = True USE_TZ = True # Static files (CSS, JavaScript, Images) # https://docs.djangoproject.com/en/4.2/howto/static-files/ STATIC_URL = 'static/' # Default primary key field type # https://docs.djangoproject.com/en/4.2/ref/settings/#default-auto-field DEFAULT_AUTO_FIELD = 'django.db.models.BigAutoField' otp.html:TLDR:OTP Verification
The problems are as follows:
- 4 verification codes were sent b2b2b2b on the first try
- No longer receiving any emails
- The otp.html redirect after entering the code doesn't work
2024.05.15 03:34 GrandSupermarket4024 Used BLP Scam Attempt
I just wanted to pass along a scam that someone tried to pull on SideLineSwap for a Bushnell Launch Pro. He listed it for sale for 2000.00 and the location of Georgia with the user name being Basiladze9910. The unit was listed as barely used with a gold membership lasting till 10/24. I asked him several questions, one of them being does the unit have club data activated to which he answered yes. Something seemed a little too good to be true but seeing as how the deal was on SidelineSwap which I have used before I made an offer of 1750.00 which he accepted. 2 days later I received a tracking notice stating the package would arrive between 9am and 11am 5/13. Needless to say I was looking forward to getting the unit.
The morning of 5/13 arrived and things started going south. I checked the tracking number while doing some work in the yard and it showed that the package had been delivered but that the package was left at the front desk and signed for by Mike but no address was shown as to where it was delivered. I immediately messaged the seller via SidelineSwap about something being wrong and then got on the phone to UPS. I was informed that the package was to delivered to an address in the same town as me but I was not listed on the package as being the recipient. I also was told the address where the package originated from, which I googled and came up with the Amtrak Station in Atlanta Georgia. So I emailed SidelineSwap about what was going on, I also messaged the seller via SidelineSwap chat. The seller responded that the tracking number was incorrect and gave me a second tracking number which now showed the package to arrive on 5/17 before noon the twist now being the package was coming from California. The issue became that the 72 hours clock on SidelineSwap to release the money to the seller started ticking since the package was now listed as being delivered. If I did nothing and waited the money would have been released 5/16 because the seller did not have the listed changed to reflect that the package was still in transit. So I went to the SLS page and selected the option to dispute the transaction.
So now the seller starts messaging me and accusing me of trying to scam him and that he wants his money and he needs his money and why am I doing this? Please donât scam him. The whole time I have been emailing SidelineSwap anytime I received any more information from the seller or from UPS. SidelineSwap emailed me and said that I had three options. The first was wait till the package arrived and see if it contained the launch monitor and accept it and release the funds. The second was to open the package and if it was not a launch monitor or if there was a problem with it, then I could request a refund. the third and final option was to refuse the package and have it sent back to the seller I had made up my mind to refuse the package. I called UPS to see if I could refuse the package while it was in transit. I gave the agent the tracking number and was told by UPS that the package associated with that number was not coming to my address and also that I was not the recipient listed on the package. I immediately emailed this information to SidelineSwap and I also messaged the seller about what UPS had told me. The seller proceeded to message me back saying that the first tracking number was correct and that the unit was delivered to my address and he wanted his money.
I was emailing SidelineSwap the entire time and I informed SidelineSwap that I was going to dispute the charge with PayPal and my credit card company. I started the claim with PayPal, giving them a description of what occurred and screenshots of the entire message session with the seller and emails from SidelineSwap. About an hour later I was notified by SidelineSwap that the transaction was canceled and also received verification from PayPal that the charge was refunded.
Like I said, in the beginning, this seemed a little too good to be true, and as it turns out that was the case. The only reason I attempted to purchase this BLP was because it was on SidelineSwap and I know there is buyer protection. If this had been some sort of private sale there is no way that I would have gone through with it because there was no way I could have protected my interests. After it was over, I tried to figure out how this person thought they could get away with this. I could not come up with anything other than the fact that the person is stupid or was hoping that I was even stupider than he was. What I did find to be very curious though is how this seller was able to get 2 tracking numbers for 2 different packages coming to my town. I am sorry that this is so long and confusing, but I wanted to get the message out there of this type of a scam. Right after all this was over I went on a simulator message board and someone had made a post about purchasing a BLP from Facebook marketplace for the same amount of money coming from the same initial location as the one I tried to buy. I related my some of my experience in this case to that person because I do not want to see anybody get taken advantage of and get ripped off.
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The morning of 5/13 arrived and things started going south. I checked the tracking number while doing some work in the yard and it showed that the package had been delivered but that the package was left at the front desk and signed for by Mike but no address was shown as to where it was delivered. I immediately messaged the seller via SidelineSwap about something being wrong and then got on the phone to UPS. I was informed that the package was to delivered to an address in the same town as me but I was not listed on the package as being the recipient. I also was told the address where the package originated from, which I googled and came up with the Amtrak Station in Atlanta Georgia. So I emailed SidelineSwap about what was going on, I also messaged the seller via SidelineSwap chat. The seller responded that the tracking number was incorrect and gave me a second tracking number which now showed the package to arrive on 5/17 before noon the twist now being the package was coming from California. The issue became that the 72 hours clock on SidelineSwap to release the money to the seller started ticking since the package was now listed as being delivered. If I did nothing and waited the money would have been released 5/16 because the seller did not have the listed changed to reflect that the package was still in transit. So I went to the SLS page and selected the option to dispute the transaction.
So now the seller starts messaging me and accusing me of trying to scam him and that he wants his money and he needs his money and why am I doing this? Please donât scam him. The whole time I have been emailing SidelineSwap anytime I received any more information from the seller or from UPS. SidelineSwap emailed me and said that I had three options. The first was wait till the package arrived and see if it contained the launch monitor and accept it and release the funds. The second was to open the package and if it was not a launch monitor or if there was a problem with it, then I could request a refund. the third and final option was to refuse the package and have it sent back to the seller I had made up my mind to refuse the package. I called UPS to see if I could refuse the package while it was in transit. I gave the agent the tracking number and was told by UPS that the package associated with that number was not coming to my address and also that I was not the recipient listed on the package. I immediately emailed this information to SidelineSwap and I also messaged the seller about what UPS had told me. The seller proceeded to message me back saying that the first tracking number was correct and that the unit was delivered to my address and he wanted his money.
I was emailing SidelineSwap the entire time and I informed SidelineSwap that I was going to dispute the charge with PayPal and my credit card company. I started the claim with PayPal, giving them a description of what occurred and screenshots of the entire message session with the seller and emails from SidelineSwap. About an hour later I was notified by SidelineSwap that the transaction was canceled and also received verification from PayPal that the charge was refunded.
Like I said, in the beginning, this seemed a little too good to be true, and as it turns out that was the case. The only reason I attempted to purchase this BLP was because it was on SidelineSwap and I know there is buyer protection. If this had been some sort of private sale there is no way that I would have gone through with it because there was no way I could have protected my interests. After it was over, I tried to figure out how this person thought they could get away with this. I could not come up with anything other than the fact that the person is stupid or was hoping that I was even stupider than he was. What I did find to be very curious though is how this seller was able to get 2 tracking numbers for 2 different packages coming to my town. I am sorry that this is so long and confusing, but I wanted to get the message out there of this type of a scam. Right after all this was over I went on a simulator message board and someone had made a post about purchasing a BLP from Facebook marketplace for the same amount of money coming from the same initial location as the one I tried to buy. I related my some of my experience in this case to that person because I do not want to see anybody get taken advantage of and get ripped off.
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2024.05.15 03:26 Willing_Opposite2523 HELP to wait or not to waitâŠ
So I met this guy two months and we hit it off super well. He was cute in real life and we had great banter. We went to a museum for our first date and stayed till closing and after the date he asked for my number and consistently asked me out for dates for a month straight. Here I was thinkingâŠwowâŠthis could be the one. And then one day randomly he didnât ask to meet me again. He says heâs so busy with work and we donât see each other for two weeks. I was like hmmm ok ok but the date after two weeks went well so I was like whatever. And THEN he doesnât ask me out got another MONTH. I was like wtf?? I pretty much lost my mind because I was so confused. I asked him earlier when we were dating whatâs heâs looking but he said heâs looking for a relationship so I was thinking ok cool weâre on the same page but on our last date after the month I was like we need to communicate more?? Like wtf?? And he said AT MOST he can only see me once a week and when we first started dating he just had a lot of time but now he doesnât because of work?? Like what kind of job takes up this much time where you canât see the other. He said heâs basically a glorified secretary which takes up a lot of time for him. He would constantly say he barely even has time for himself and would get home at a really late hour (like 7 pm-8pm). Also he mentioned to me that heâs only seeing me and heâs not a casual dater and would rather just date but because we donât see each other often and it t wouldnât be sustainable. Anyways at the end he said he doesnât have time to start a relationship but we could pick things up down the road when work isnât as busy (which Iâm not sure how truthful that is). My gut is telling me not to wait and Iâm not but it just sucks to meet a person on this garbage app and actually have a connection. I wish I knew what made him pull away but I know at the end of the day I know it doesnât matter because if a man wanted to he would right?
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2024.05.15 03:24 Realistic_Ad_2365 How to Install Guppy
Hi guys, after losing brain cells trying to find information on how to install the Guppy screen, I wanted to show y'all how to do it on your own if you choose to. I may be wrong on some parts, but these are the things that worked for me. Thanks to wolfie_the_king_574 for telling me some of the steps on how to do it, but some of it didn't work for me. I also used Wiki for Creality Helper Script (guilouz.github.io) and ballaswag/guppyflo: GuppyFLO is a self-hosted service that enables local/remote management of multiple Klipper printers using Moonraker (github.com) and ballaswag/guppyscreen: A native Touch UI for 3D Printers running KlippeMoonraker. (github.com) on the steps for some of it and will be summarizing most of it. I will also be adding in the common downloads needed here for easy access as I was jumping all around to find it. [I'm not sure if you have to keep rebooting your printer during this process, but I'll take the safe way and do it anyways]
[Edit: I'm not sure why upon posting, that the numbers are all 1. but I can't change it so bare with me]
Let me know if I did anything wrong, but these are the steps that worked for me.
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[Edit: I'm not sure why upon posting, that the numbers are all 1. but I can't change it so bare with me]
- [1] Reset your entire Nebula Pad
- Download and unzip this file: Creality_K1_Reset_Utility.zip
- Open the file Creality_K1_Reset_Utility.html in your Internet browser.
- Make sure your printer is on, and put in your IP address and click reset.
- Reboot to make sure it has reset.
- Turn off your printer now.
- [2] Reinstall the firmware for the Nebula Pad
- Download this Ender 3 V3 SE Firmware.
- Add the Ender3V3SE_firmware.bin file into your SD card and plug it into the printer.
- Choose the Ender 3 V3 SE logo on the next page. Put in your settings and update to the latest version.
- Turn off your printer.
- [3] Now you want to root your Nebula Pad
- Click on this Destinal Root and download the first link in the description.
- There should be a white usb that came with the Nebula Pad. Plug that into your computer and format it in FAT32 with 4096 allocation size.
- Now copy the file into the usb and insert it into the side of the Nebula Pad.
- Turn on the printer and there should be a popup to upgrade.
- After it finishes upgrading, take the usb out or else it will keep having that popup.
- You can reboot if you want, I don't think you have to right now.
- [4] Install PuTTY and go into Helperscript
- Click on this PuTTY Download and download the right one for you and install it.
- Next, when you open up PuTTY, enter the IP address for your printer and press enter. The IP address can be found where your wifi settings are on the Nebula Pad.
- It's going to say login as: and type in root
- Now it'll ask for the password which is creality
- Next, type in ./installer.sh to enter Helperscript
- [5] Uninstall Moonraker, Fluid, Mainsail, and the Creality OS
- Type in 2 to get into the remove screen.
- Go one by one and type in 1 2 3 to remove each one respectively
- Type in b to go back to the main screen
- Type in 4 to enter the Customize screen and type in 3 to remove Creality OS
- Reboot
- [6] Update Helperscript
- ssh back into the Nebula Pad using PuTTY
- Type in git config --global http.sslVerify false to avoid encountering an issue, I'm not sure what.
- Type in git clone --depth 1 https://github.com/Guilouz/Creality-Helper-Script.git /usdata/helper-script to install the script in the usdate folder.
- Type in sh /usdata/helper-script/helper.sh to run the script.
- There's two different way to now update the Helper Script
- Go through the PuTTY, go through the user and password and enter ./installer.sh again and it should pop up with the update OR
- When you access Fluidd or Mainsail, update it directly there.
- You can access Fluidd by http://xxx.xxx.xxx.xxx:4408/ (replacing xxx.xxx.xxx.xxx by your local IP address).
- Go in the Settings tab and go into Software Updates and click Update for Creality-Helper-Script.
- You can access Mainsail by http://xxx.xxx.xxx.xxx:4409/(replacing xxx.xxx.xxx.xxx by your local IP address).
- Go in the Machine tab and it should be there as well.
- Reboot
- [7] Reinstall Moonraker, Fluid and/or Mainsail
- Go back into PuTTY, go back in the ./installer.sh, type in 1 to the installation screen and follow along for the installation of those. I don't think I have to baby steps that now.
- Reboot
- [8] Update Everything
- Depending on if you use Fluidd or Mainsail, go back into those websites and update everything in the update section if it's not already updated.
- [9] Install Anything Else + Guppy [FINALLY]
- Go back through PuTTY and into the Helper Script. Now you can also install anything you wanted to during. If you're unsure of what these mean, click on this Installer Definitions and look to the left side under "Install Menu" and look through whatever you want to.
- Some of these you won't have since this is meant for a different printer.
- You have to exit out of the Helper Script now by typing in q
- Now type in, to install GuppyFLO wget -O - https://raw.githubusercontent.com/ballaswag/guppyflo/main/installer.sh sh
- Now type in, to install the Guppy Screen and it should change your Nebula Pad to horizontal format and have you calibrate it touching cursors.sh -c "$(wget --no-check-certificate -qO - https://raw.githubusercontent.com/ballaswag/guppyscreen/main/installer.sh)"
- [10] How to Connect to it on the Internet (I copied this straight this)
- Create a Tailscale account: Create Tailscale Account
- Install Tailscale application depending device(s) you want to use for remote access: Download Tailscale App
- Search up http://xxx.xxx.xxx.xxx:9873 (by replacing xxx.xxx.xxx.xxx by your printer's local IP address) to access the GuppyFLO Web interface
- Then, click on authenticate link to register GuppyFLO instance to Tailscale
- You will be redirected to the Tailscale website to connect device by clicking on Connect button
- Go to to your Tailscale Admin console here: Tailscale Admin Console
- There you will see the connected devices and their respective IP addresses:
- guppyflo â Your printer
- IP address assigned to your printer
- The devices you have connected to Tailscale (here my mobile phone)
- The IP addresses assigned to the devices you have connected
- Go to Tailscale DNS settings tab and enable MagicDNS feature
- Go back to GuppyFLO Web interface and click on Add Printer button
- Configure settings and click on Save button
- You can now connect to GuppyFlo Web interface remotely with http://guppyflo URL
Let me know if I did anything wrong, but these are the steps that worked for me.
2024.05.15 03:23 Fit_Development_1173 Can we talk about FedEx
Thereâs nobody supervising in any useful way. Cameras everywhere, no managers. The guy who packs the trucks says itâs like Severance; he can hear voices occasionally and they see him but he sees nobody all day. Multiple branches have been merged together in a location far from their delivery zone. Training is useless. Things break down and there are no humans to ask for help. The basic technology from routing to loading is schizophrenic. Belts donât move and nobody on the floor can fix them. The one manager has taken two weeks off to see Dave Grohl.
The worker jokes that when you canât scan a package you just make a beep beep noise with your mouth and move on. Beep beep. He says that soon he will be liquidated, and that heâs not able to see anything about where your package is.
The customer service front has been closed off and when your vehicle approaches because youâre fed up and want to talk to someone, you get a warning message blared into the parking lot. Going there is, like, illegal now, but itâs still on google maps.
And itâs impossible to call anyone for help; the robot on the line gaslights you. You ask, "Can I talk to a human?â and it says, "Only if you give me a tracking number." You give it your tracking number and it tells you thereâs no updates and your package is on its way. Itâs not on its wayâ itâs in a freight yard in Roanoke. You contemplate picking up 74 boxes with a school bus or a Farm Use truck with no mirrors.
You call Kinkos and explain your issue to someone who manages the copier and finally your call gets routed to an actual human in India, someone who invariably will misunderstand you, so your overnighted packaged takes a fortnight and tracks back from Tennessee to Virginia up to Maryland. You paid over a thousand dollars for this.
FedEx was almost my Thirteenth Reason today. I guess this is the consequence of being owned by an Indian man obsessed with AIâ or a consequence of not being unionized, or nationalizedâ but I must ask, how is this company that is insensible and inept valued at twice that of UPS? Nobody gives a fuck across the entire chain of operations.
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The worker jokes that when you canât scan a package you just make a beep beep noise with your mouth and move on. Beep beep. He says that soon he will be liquidated, and that heâs not able to see anything about where your package is.
The customer service front has been closed off and when your vehicle approaches because youâre fed up and want to talk to someone, you get a warning message blared into the parking lot. Going there is, like, illegal now, but itâs still on google maps.
And itâs impossible to call anyone for help; the robot on the line gaslights you. You ask, "Can I talk to a human?â and it says, "Only if you give me a tracking number." You give it your tracking number and it tells you thereâs no updates and your package is on its way. Itâs not on its wayâ itâs in a freight yard in Roanoke. You contemplate picking up 74 boxes with a school bus or a Farm Use truck with no mirrors.
You call Kinkos and explain your issue to someone who manages the copier and finally your call gets routed to an actual human in India, someone who invariably will misunderstand you, so your overnighted packaged takes a fortnight and tracks back from Tennessee to Virginia up to Maryland. You paid over a thousand dollars for this.
FedEx was almost my Thirteenth Reason today. I guess this is the consequence of being owned by an Indian man obsessed with AIâ or a consequence of not being unionized, or nationalizedâ but I must ask, how is this company that is insensible and inept valued at twice that of UPS? Nobody gives a fuck across the entire chain of operations.
2024.05.15 03:23 LyrePlayerTwo The Body in the Library (Part 1/2)
OOC: co-written with NotTooSunny
It was an ordinary day at the New York City Library. People wandered in and out of the building, unaware of the monster that lurked among them.
The only people who seemed to know the danger these mortals were in were Harper and Amon, who entered the building with glowing bronze swords at their hips. The bulky weapons seemed to have escaped the notice of the other library patrons, which was a good thing. The job description had made it clear that they were meant to remain inconspicuous in completing their task.
Harper had traded her usual bright orange camp shirt for a more discrete cropped black t-shirt and pleated pants. She had been insistent on coming up with a persona for them on the train ride from Montauk Station into New York City. They were meant to act as high school students researching for a World History paper on Ancient Greece. Now that they were inside the library, she had stopped her incessant rambling to peruse a riddle book, in what she had insisted was preparation for their job.
As they wandered through the bookshelves, she remained absorbed in the dog-eared childrenâs book, thumbing through the pages to find a riddle that would be fitting of a sphinx.
âHereâs one, Amon,â she said, narrowly avoiding a collision with another library patron as she read, âWhat is something that runs but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?â
The dark-haired son of Apollo glanced over from a shelf of dusty atlases, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. âThat is an easy one,â he replied simply. "River. Try me with something more challenging next time around." He adjusted the collar of his striped button down, which he had layered with a navy blue sweater in preparation for the chill of the air-conditioned interior.
âThe real riddle is where we can find this sphinx,â Amon glanced around the spacious reading area, eyeing the dark wooden staircase with its ornate railings. âThe boyfriend and girlfriend who tried this last time, they found her by a bookcase.â
âA bookcase,â Harper repeated derisively, closing her book to theatrically scan their surroundings. âThat narrows it down.â
Ignoring Harperâs mockery, the son of Apollo paused suddenly, his dark eyes glazing over with concentration. His hearing dulled, the surrounding footsteps and rustling pages fading into the background as if muffled by a thick curtain. Amon searched for the energy signature of the monster he knew lurked among the mortals. It was a subtle shift, like trying to discern a whisper in a crowded room, but he felt a faint, abnormal energy hanging somewhere up above.
âI say we try the second floor,â he said as he snapped out of the tracking trance, offering no other explanation to Harper.
âWe could do that, sure,â Harper said, words laced with blatant doubt at his sudden certainty. âI say we try asking the Visitorâs Center. I know she's supposed to be disguised by the Mist, but the librarians have to have noticed something.â
âYou can go ahead and do that.â The small smirk from earlier was now spreading across his face. âBut you canât be upset if I find the sphinx and solve her riddle before you even get there.â
Harper rolled her eyes, but she made no attempt to stop Amon from walking towards the staircase. After a moment she set off after him, footsteps even against the wooden steps.
Up on the second floor, Amon moved quietly, his dark eyes scanning the hallway for anything out of the ordinary.
I know youâre up here.
He stopped at every heavy-looking mahogany door, peering through each muted glass insert. He felt the air grow thicker with ominous energy at every step, so he knew the monster must be near.
One of the doors was slightly ajar, a suspiciously open invitation. Or a trap. The dark-haired boy caught sight of a cat-shaped figure on the other side before ducking down and motioning sharply for Harperâs attention. He unsheathed his kopis from his belt, bracing himself for confrontation.
Harper crouched against the wall, hand on the hilt of her sword as she tried to peek through the frosted glass pane. She held her breath, ready to move at Amonâs signal. He held out three fingers and then put them down one by one. When he hit zero, they stood in unison, flinging the door open together.
When Amon and Harper stepped inside, the body of the sphinx lay motionless on the floor.
The rest of the room was in disarray, littered with disheveled chairs and broken bits of chalk. A window on the other side of the room had been forced open, the curtain fluttering in the wind.
âNo way,â Harper said. The door clicked shut behind her as she pushed past Amon into the room and kneeled to study the monsterâs limp figure.
The sphinx had the large body of a lion and the eerily human face of a middle-aged woman, hair tied back in a severe bun and foundation caked onto her high cheekbones. Fangs jutted out of her red-painted lips, and eagle wings sprouted out of the space between her shoulder blades, folded tight against her back.
âMonsters dissolve into dust when they die,â Amon remarked, keeping his distance as he watched the subtle rise and fall of the monsterâs ribs. âShe must have been knocked unconscious.â
âRight,â Harper agreed, âThe real question is who. And why.â
She hovered a hand over the cat's shoulder, set on rousing her. Before she made contact, the sphinx's eyes snapped open, round irises surrounded by shocking yellow sclera.
"Slain!" she wailed. Harper staggered backwards. Amonâs arms instinctively reached out to catch her, but she didnât stumble near enough to make contact. "I am slain!"
With feline grace, the sphinx rose to her feet. A white tape outline marked the placement of her previously prone body on the floor. The muscles in her legs rippled as she paced in front of Harper and Amon, massive velvet paws silent against the carpet.
"And you, my dear heroes," she roared, eyes narrowed in an accusatory glare, "were too late to save me!"
The sphinx sniffed, composing herself. She leapt onto a wooden table. The table legs creaked underneath her weight. "Fear not," she tutted, "Fear not. For you can still avenge me. If you are able to determine the murderer and their weapon, then I will obtain justice, and all will be right with the world.â
âYour riddle is a murder mystery,â Harper said, confusion written across her face. Amon raised an eyebrow. The sphinx chuffed, a low rumbling sound reminiscent of laughter.
âYou sought that hackneyed question about man? The Sphinx that the storytellers remember is far less adaptive than I am. I am not interested in your ability to regurgitate the information you have read. Nor am I interested in taking advantage of the nonsensical rules of your English language.â
âI am here to satisfy my own curiosity: does modern mankind still possess the ability to engage in deductive reasoning, or do they only seek to make themselves appear intelligent? Do not speak,â the sphinx said, a pointed look at Harper, who had opened her mouth to interject, âYou will answer my questions when you play my game.â
âThe potential murder weapons are scattered throughout this room,â she continued, leaping off the table. âAnd the suspects have already provided their testimonies for your review. Rest assured, I have made certain that their statements contain no lies.â
A shimmering, translucent energy began to swirl around Harper and Amonâs feet, beginning to take shape as holograms with a flickering, ephemeral quality.
A projection of Cerberus materialized first, his three massive heads snarling and snapping in unison. A ribbon of text appeared by his paws to translate his growling: "I was guarding the entrance, my duty unbroken."
Next came the Minotaur, his towering form pacing within the labyrinth on Crete. He snorted and pawed at the ground, the holographic maze shifting behind him in the background. The translation text appeared: "Confined within these walls, no escape for me."
Lamia's projection flickered into view, her serpentine lower half coiled around her as she wept in her cave. She glanced mournfully at the holographic images of her lost children: "My grief consumes me, innocent of this crime."
A shimmering Hydra emerged next, its nine heads snapping at invisible foes. Each one moved independently, showcasing its ability to act on its own. The translation for the hissing head at the center read: "Engaged in battle, I could not have killed."
Typhon materialized with a thunderous roar, his colossal form fighting against restraints under Mount Etna. His immense size and power were palpable, even in scaled down holographic form: "Bound by chains of the earth, I could not have roamed free."
Echidnaâs hologram appeared last, her form a mix of human and serpent, lounging in a dimly lit cave. She looked directly at the viewers, her expression both defiant and amused. The translation text by her side read: âI dwell in my lair, uninvolved in such petty affairs.â
The sphinx swiped at the last projection as it faded, deeming her handiwork satisfactory. âThere is not enough information to deduce the killer using evidence alone. Because I am fair, I will provide you with three hints before your final guess. Be forewarned: if you fail to provide a correct answer, you will both perish. Is this understood?â
Harper spoke. âIf we answer correctly, you will leave this library for good.â
âIf you answer correctly, I will permanently relocate. It is a preferable option in comparison to another death. Now, do you agree to the terms and conditions?â the sphinx said primly, regarding Harper and Amon with casual disdain. The pair nodded. âVery well.â
The sphinx dropped onto the floor and let her head loll back, pretending to be dead once more.
Hint #1
Soon after the Sphinx had laid back down, Harper and Amon began to scour the room. A small pile of prospective murder weapons formed on a nearby table.
âWe can easily eliminate the siren song,â Amon rushed to speak over Harper, eyeing the small glass vial of swirling gray matter that they had found nestled behind a row of books on metalworking. âIt is a luring mechanism, not a murder weapon.â
âWe could rule out Cerberusâ fang too,â he pointed at the enormous yellowing tooth, about the size of the small baseball bat Amon used to have when he played in the little league. âIf we take the hologram as ground truth, all of his teeth were intact there.â
Harper used her kopis to prod at the stained tunic that had been hidden in a desk drawer, being careful not to touch it with bare skin. âThe Shirt of Nessus is a viable option. It would be easy for any of the suspects to lay it down and wait for the hydra venom to kick in.â
âI am not ready to rule out the bronze sword either,â Amon noted. âMonsters have access to heroes and the weapons they leave behind.â
âMost of these monsters donât even have opposable thumbs,â Harper argued, running a hand over the sword they had found by a power outlet. âThey donât have the dexterity to wield a sword.â
âI do not imagine that the technicality would be that granular.â
Harper laughed. âOh, the number of teeth in the Cerberus hologram tell all, but weâre drawing the line at opposable thumbs.â
âI suppose that that logic would also rule out the harpy talon and the encyclopedia easily as well,â Amon admitted. âWhich would be too easy.â
âIâm just that good at logical deduction.â Harper said proudly. âIf my assumption is correct, then the poisoned shirt is the only one that makes sense.â
Amon scoffed, folding his arms across his chest as his dark eyes bored into Harper. âIt would not necessarily matter what our first guess would be anyway.â
âCan you provide an argument for any other weapon? Or are you intent on purposely making an illogical guess?â she countered cooly.
âFine,â Amon acquiesced. âSince you are so adamant about the shirt, we can guess the shirt, and be incorrect. It does not matter. What about the suspects themselves?â He clasped his hands behind his back, his steps measured as he started to pace across the plush red carpet of the room.
Harper smiled, smugly accepting her victory. She strode towards a chalkboard at the side of the study room, inscribing the list of weapons and suspects with a fresh piece of white chalk.
âAll of them have alibis,â she began. âI think that-â
âSome make more sense than others,â Amon spoke over Harper, irritated by her minor triumph. âCerberus, for example, is under the service of Hades. He says he did not leave his post, and he could not have done so without permission or dire consequences on the process of the dead.â
Harper silently seethed as Amon spoke, meeting his rationale with reluctant acceptance before starting again in a louder, exaggerated tone. âI think that the ones with the shakiest alibis are Lamia, the Minotaur, Typhon, and Echidna. No witnesses can confirm their locations. In fact, Lamia provides no location at all.â Harper circled those names. She looked at Amon with a forced smile, allowing him a moment to provide more commentary.
âLamia? Well,â there was a hint of mockery in the sneer that tugged on the corner of Amonâs lips. âI would imagine her emotions rendered her⊠Too fragile and unstable to carry out such an act.â
âYouâre kidding,â Harper scoffed, searching Amon's face for the slightest hint that he was joking. âHer grief is what moved her to kill children in the first place. I doubt it would suddenly be incapacitating. Sheâs just appealing to your sense of superiority, and I canât believe that youâre falling for it.â
"It is not about superiority. It is about logic," Amon retorted, bristling in defense. âYou cannot deny that emotions cloud judgment. Maybe the sphinx wants us to leverage our knowledge about her past crimes to reason that she was not thinking clearly in this case either.â Amon had no other evidence that pointed towards Lamia as the top suspect, but he had dug deep enough where he was now ready to stand firm in his reasoning.
âMurder,â Harper countered, eyes narrowed in a venomous stare, â-does not require you to think clearly. Havenât you heard of a crime of passion? If anyoneâs judgment is clouded right now, Amon, itâs yours.â
The son of Apollo squared his shoulders, his expression hardening. "I understand the concept of crimes of passion, thank you.â His dark-eyed stare returned Harper's gaze, unflinching at the intensity. âBut our investigation must be rooted in facts, not assumptions based on emotions. And the facts are,â he resumed his pacing once more, âthat Lamia cannot be the culprit, as she is the only suspect that openly admits to being innocent of this crime.â
Amon had considered this from the very start, but provoking Harper like this had proved to be far more amusing.
Harper crossed Lamiaâs name off of the board. She swallowed down her anger, fighting the urge to continue pressing the issue in favor of returning to their list of suspects. She pointed her piece of chalk at the next names on the list. âThe Minotaur and Typhon are trapped, or so they say. How could they have done anything?â
âTheir alibis revolve around their inability to escape,â Amon pointed out. âNot that they were unable to commit murder. The Labyrinth, in fact,â he raised a dramatic finger, âhas several moving passages that could have permitted the Minotaur to move and commit murder without an official escape.â
Harper considered his words for a long moment, trying to find the flaw in his reasoning. Seeing none, she placed a dot next to the Minotaurs's name.
âTyphon escaped his prison in the Second Titanomachy. He could do it again,â Harper said thoughtfully. âThough I donât understand why he would do something like this. Heâs the Sphinx's father. The same goes for Echidna.â
Amon, who had been nodding at Harperâs assessment of Typhonâs abilities, pursed his lips at her observation of parentage. âI do not see how this could possibly be relevant to the logical puzzle at hand.â
Harper spoke slowly, as if the answer was obvious. âWhat motive would they have to kill their own daughter?â
âHarper,â Amon began curtly, folding his arms across his chest. âHalf of the Greek myths revolve around immortals killing their own children.â
âThen we should pick one of them,â Harper declared, pivoting her argument instead of admitting her logical blunder. âThey would have more of a motive than the rest of the suspects, if anything.â
âThe Minotaur can escape much more easily than Typhon can. Motive aside, it is the most logical guess,â Amon concluded, adjusting his collar haughtily. âI will remind you that we picked your choice of weapon. It is only fair that I select the monster.â
âFine.â Harper agreed, her gaze stormy as she turned back towards the sphinx. âWe accuse the Minotaur of killing the sphinx with the Shirt of Nessus.â
The sphinx opened one eye. âNone of these are correct!â
Hint #2
âTwo more hints left.â Harper announced, crossing off the Minotaurâs name and the poisoned shirt on the chalkboard with a flourish. It was not ideal that her initial logical deductions had been incorrect, but at least Amon had also been wrong. She couldn't resist a snide comment. âI knew it wasnât the Minotaur.â
âSo you still think itâs Typhon.â Choosing to ignore Harperâs taunting, Amon rested his hand on a nearby desk, studying the lists on the chalkboard before him. He had taken the Minotaur error as a personal failure, and was determined to get the suspect right this time.
âI do.â
âWhy not Echidna?â
âSheâs too emotional to kill someone, obviously.â Harper said sarcastically. âHer frail female arms are probably too weak to even hold a weapon.â
The dark-haired boy rolled his eyes. âObjectively,â he began, ignoring her quip once more, âTyphon could not have lied about his inability to roam free. A natural disaster freed him from Mount Etna during the Second Titanomachy, but he could not recreate those conditions on his own.â Though his tone remained aloof, it was clear that Amon was relishing in the opportunity to flaunt his mythology knowledge.
âMaybe,â Harper argued, stubborn. âBut Echidnaâs statement was less ambiguous than his. Typhon just explains his predicament; he doesn't provide a real claim. Echidna explicitly says she was not involved.â She thought for a few more moments, rolling the piece of chalk in her hands. âEchidna could have released him? They would be accomplices.â
Amon shook his head. âThere was a single murderer. Not two. The sphinx would not lie about the premise of the game.â
Harper stared at him coldly, but could offer no rebuttal. She turned her attention to the board. âTyphon is a giant. Heâs capable of using the sword.â
âBut the specificity of Echidnaâs denial is still incredibly suspicious. âPetty affairsâ is a strange way to phrase a murder. But,â Amon added reluctantly, âI understand the logic behind Typhon. I suppose it is your turn to choose the monster, and we will still have another guess to work with.â
âAs for the weapon,â he continued, âI still think the sword is the most viable option, given that the siren song and the fang can be ruled out and the shirt with the venom was, well,â Amon pursed his lips, fighting the urge to smile, âincorrect.â
Before Harper could interject, Amon turned towards the sphinx at the front of the room. âWe accuse Typhon of killing the sphinx with a Celestial Bronze Sword.â
âOne of these is correct!â
Hint #3
âAha!â Amon raised a triumphant finger before pointing it at Harper. âI told you,â he gloated, âTyphon had no escape route.â
âYou were right,â Harper admitted, staring down at the carpet so that she would not have to look at his smug expression.
âLetâs get this over with,â she muttered, and turned back towards the lioness with crossed arms. âWe accuse Echidna of killing the sphinx with a Celestial Bronze Swordâ
âOne of these is correct,â the sphinx announced. Her mouth twisted in amusement, fangs bared in a menacing smile.
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The only people who seemed to know the danger these mortals were in were Harper and Amon, who entered the building with glowing bronze swords at their hips. The bulky weapons seemed to have escaped the notice of the other library patrons, which was a good thing. The job description had made it clear that they were meant to remain inconspicuous in completing their task.
Harper had traded her usual bright orange camp shirt for a more discrete cropped black t-shirt and pleated pants. She had been insistent on coming up with a persona for them on the train ride from Montauk Station into New York City. They were meant to act as high school students researching for a World History paper on Ancient Greece. Now that they were inside the library, she had stopped her incessant rambling to peruse a riddle book, in what she had insisted was preparation for their job.
As they wandered through the bookshelves, she remained absorbed in the dog-eared childrenâs book, thumbing through the pages to find a riddle that would be fitting of a sphinx.
âHereâs one, Amon,â she said, narrowly avoiding a collision with another library patron as she read, âWhat is something that runs but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?â
The dark-haired son of Apollo glanced over from a shelf of dusty atlases, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. âThat is an easy one,â he replied simply. "River. Try me with something more challenging next time around." He adjusted the collar of his striped button down, which he had layered with a navy blue sweater in preparation for the chill of the air-conditioned interior.
âThe real riddle is where we can find this sphinx,â Amon glanced around the spacious reading area, eyeing the dark wooden staircase with its ornate railings. âThe boyfriend and girlfriend who tried this last time, they found her by a bookcase.â
âA bookcase,â Harper repeated derisively, closing her book to theatrically scan their surroundings. âThat narrows it down.â
Ignoring Harperâs mockery, the son of Apollo paused suddenly, his dark eyes glazing over with concentration. His hearing dulled, the surrounding footsteps and rustling pages fading into the background as if muffled by a thick curtain. Amon searched for the energy signature of the monster he knew lurked among the mortals. It was a subtle shift, like trying to discern a whisper in a crowded room, but he felt a faint, abnormal energy hanging somewhere up above.
âI say we try the second floor,â he said as he snapped out of the tracking trance, offering no other explanation to Harper.
âWe could do that, sure,â Harper said, words laced with blatant doubt at his sudden certainty. âI say we try asking the Visitorâs Center. I know she's supposed to be disguised by the Mist, but the librarians have to have noticed something.â
âYou can go ahead and do that.â The small smirk from earlier was now spreading across his face. âBut you canât be upset if I find the sphinx and solve her riddle before you even get there.â
Harper rolled her eyes, but she made no attempt to stop Amon from walking towards the staircase. After a moment she set off after him, footsteps even against the wooden steps.
Up on the second floor, Amon moved quietly, his dark eyes scanning the hallway for anything out of the ordinary.
I know youâre up here.
He stopped at every heavy-looking mahogany door, peering through each muted glass insert. He felt the air grow thicker with ominous energy at every step, so he knew the monster must be near.
One of the doors was slightly ajar, a suspiciously open invitation. Or a trap. The dark-haired boy caught sight of a cat-shaped figure on the other side before ducking down and motioning sharply for Harperâs attention. He unsheathed his kopis from his belt, bracing himself for confrontation.
Harper crouched against the wall, hand on the hilt of her sword as she tried to peek through the frosted glass pane. She held her breath, ready to move at Amonâs signal. He held out three fingers and then put them down one by one. When he hit zero, they stood in unison, flinging the door open together.
When Amon and Harper stepped inside, the body of the sphinx lay motionless on the floor.
âNo way,â Harper said. The door clicked shut behind her as she pushed past Amon into the room and kneeled to study the monsterâs limp figure.
The sphinx had the large body of a lion and the eerily human face of a middle-aged woman, hair tied back in a severe bun and foundation caked onto her high cheekbones. Fangs jutted out of her red-painted lips, and eagle wings sprouted out of the space between her shoulder blades, folded tight against her back.
âMonsters dissolve into dust when they die,â Amon remarked, keeping his distance as he watched the subtle rise and fall of the monsterâs ribs. âShe must have been knocked unconscious.â
âRight,â Harper agreed, âThe real question is who. And why.â
She hovered a hand over the cat's shoulder, set on rousing her. Before she made contact, the sphinx's eyes snapped open, round irises surrounded by shocking yellow sclera.
"Slain!" she wailed. Harper staggered backwards. Amonâs arms instinctively reached out to catch her, but she didnât stumble near enough to make contact. "I am slain!"
With feline grace, the sphinx rose to her feet. A white tape outline marked the placement of her previously prone body on the floor. The muscles in her legs rippled as she paced in front of Harper and Amon, massive velvet paws silent against the carpet.
"And you, my dear heroes," she roared, eyes narrowed in an accusatory glare, "were too late to save me!"
The sphinx sniffed, composing herself. She leapt onto a wooden table. The table legs creaked underneath her weight. "Fear not," she tutted, "Fear not. For you can still avenge me. If you are able to determine the murderer and their weapon, then I will obtain justice, and all will be right with the world.â
âYour riddle is a murder mystery,â Harper said, confusion written across her face. Amon raised an eyebrow. The sphinx chuffed, a low rumbling sound reminiscent of laughter.
âYou sought that hackneyed question about man? The Sphinx that the storytellers remember is far less adaptive than I am. I am not interested in your ability to regurgitate the information you have read. Nor am I interested in taking advantage of the nonsensical rules of your English language.â
âI am here to satisfy my own curiosity: does modern mankind still possess the ability to engage in deductive reasoning, or do they only seek to make themselves appear intelligent? Do not speak,â the sphinx said, a pointed look at Harper, who had opened her mouth to interject, âYou will answer my questions when you play my game.â
âThe potential murder weapons are scattered throughout this room,â she continued, leaping off the table. âAnd the suspects have already provided their testimonies for your review. Rest assured, I have made certain that their statements contain no lies.â
A shimmering, translucent energy began to swirl around Harper and Amonâs feet, beginning to take shape as holograms with a flickering, ephemeral quality.
A projection of Cerberus materialized first, his three massive heads snarling and snapping in unison. A ribbon of text appeared by his paws to translate his growling: "I was guarding the entrance, my duty unbroken."
Next came the Minotaur, his towering form pacing within the labyrinth on Crete. He snorted and pawed at the ground, the holographic maze shifting behind him in the background. The translation text appeared: "Confined within these walls, no escape for me."
Lamia's projection flickered into view, her serpentine lower half coiled around her as she wept in her cave. She glanced mournfully at the holographic images of her lost children: "My grief consumes me, innocent of this crime."
A shimmering Hydra emerged next, its nine heads snapping at invisible foes. Each one moved independently, showcasing its ability to act on its own. The translation for the hissing head at the center read: "Engaged in battle, I could not have killed."
Typhon materialized with a thunderous roar, his colossal form fighting against restraints under Mount Etna. His immense size and power were palpable, even in scaled down holographic form: "Bound by chains of the earth, I could not have roamed free."
Echidnaâs hologram appeared last, her form a mix of human and serpent, lounging in a dimly lit cave. She looked directly at the viewers, her expression both defiant and amused. The translation text by her side read: âI dwell in my lair, uninvolved in such petty affairs.â
The sphinx swiped at the last projection as it faded, deeming her handiwork satisfactory. âThere is not enough information to deduce the killer using evidence alone. Because I am fair, I will provide you with three hints before your final guess. Be forewarned: if you fail to provide a correct answer, you will both perish. Is this understood?â
Harper spoke. âIf we answer correctly, you will leave this library for good.â
âIf you answer correctly, I will permanently relocate. It is a preferable option in comparison to another death. Now, do you agree to the terms and conditions?â the sphinx said primly, regarding Harper and Amon with casual disdain. The pair nodded. âVery well.â
The sphinx dropped onto the floor and let her head loll back, pretending to be dead once more.
| Suspects | Weapons |
|---|---|
| Cerberus | The Shirt of Nessus |
| The Minotaur | Siren Song |
| Lamia | Harpy Talon |
| The Hydra | Celestial Bronze Sword |
| Typhon | A-C Encyclopedia |
| Echidna | Cerberus Fang |
âWe can easily eliminate the siren song,â Amon rushed to speak over Harper, eyeing the small glass vial of swirling gray matter that they had found nestled behind a row of books on metalworking. âIt is a luring mechanism, not a murder weapon.â
âWe could rule out Cerberusâ fang too,â he pointed at the enormous yellowing tooth, about the size of the small baseball bat Amon used to have when he played in the little league. âIf we take the hologram as ground truth, all of his teeth were intact there.â
Harper used her kopis to prod at the stained tunic that had been hidden in a desk drawer, being careful not to touch it with bare skin. âThe Shirt of Nessus is a viable option. It would be easy for any of the suspects to lay it down and wait for the hydra venom to kick in.â
âI am not ready to rule out the bronze sword either,â Amon noted. âMonsters have access to heroes and the weapons they leave behind.â
âMost of these monsters donât even have opposable thumbs,â Harper argued, running a hand over the sword they had found by a power outlet. âThey donât have the dexterity to wield a sword.â
âI do not imagine that the technicality would be that granular.â
Harper laughed. âOh, the number of teeth in the Cerberus hologram tell all, but weâre drawing the line at opposable thumbs.â
âI suppose that that logic would also rule out the harpy talon and the encyclopedia easily as well,â Amon admitted. âWhich would be too easy.â
âIâm just that good at logical deduction.â Harper said proudly. âIf my assumption is correct, then the poisoned shirt is the only one that makes sense.â
Amon scoffed, folding his arms across his chest as his dark eyes bored into Harper. âIt would not necessarily matter what our first guess would be anyway.â
âCan you provide an argument for any other weapon? Or are you intent on purposely making an illogical guess?â she countered cooly.
âFine,â Amon acquiesced. âSince you are so adamant about the shirt, we can guess the shirt, and be incorrect. It does not matter. What about the suspects themselves?â He clasped his hands behind his back, his steps measured as he started to pace across the plush red carpet of the room.
Harper smiled, smugly accepting her victory. She strode towards a chalkboard at the side of the study room, inscribing the list of weapons and suspects with a fresh piece of white chalk.
âAll of them have alibis,â she began. âI think that-â
âSome make more sense than others,â Amon spoke over Harper, irritated by her minor triumph. âCerberus, for example, is under the service of Hades. He says he did not leave his post, and he could not have done so without permission or dire consequences on the process of the dead.â
Harper silently seethed as Amon spoke, meeting his rationale with reluctant acceptance before starting again in a louder, exaggerated tone. âI think that the ones with the shakiest alibis are Lamia, the Minotaur, Typhon, and Echidna. No witnesses can confirm their locations. In fact, Lamia provides no location at all.â Harper circled those names. She looked at Amon with a forced smile, allowing him a moment to provide more commentary.
âLamia? Well,â there was a hint of mockery in the sneer that tugged on the corner of Amonâs lips. âI would imagine her emotions rendered her⊠Too fragile and unstable to carry out such an act.â
âYouâre kidding,â Harper scoffed, searching Amon's face for the slightest hint that he was joking. âHer grief is what moved her to kill children in the first place. I doubt it would suddenly be incapacitating. Sheâs just appealing to your sense of superiority, and I canât believe that youâre falling for it.â
"It is not about superiority. It is about logic," Amon retorted, bristling in defense. âYou cannot deny that emotions cloud judgment. Maybe the sphinx wants us to leverage our knowledge about her past crimes to reason that she was not thinking clearly in this case either.â Amon had no other evidence that pointed towards Lamia as the top suspect, but he had dug deep enough where he was now ready to stand firm in his reasoning.
âMurder,â Harper countered, eyes narrowed in a venomous stare, â-does not require you to think clearly. Havenât you heard of a crime of passion? If anyoneâs judgment is clouded right now, Amon, itâs yours.â
The son of Apollo squared his shoulders, his expression hardening. "I understand the concept of crimes of passion, thank you.â His dark-eyed stare returned Harper's gaze, unflinching at the intensity. âBut our investigation must be rooted in facts, not assumptions based on emotions. And the facts are,â he resumed his pacing once more, âthat Lamia cannot be the culprit, as she is the only suspect that openly admits to being innocent of this crime.â
Amon had considered this from the very start, but provoking Harper like this had proved to be far more amusing.
Harper crossed Lamiaâs name off of the board. She swallowed down her anger, fighting the urge to continue pressing the issue in favor of returning to their list of suspects. She pointed her piece of chalk at the next names on the list. âThe Minotaur and Typhon are trapped, or so they say. How could they have done anything?â
âTheir alibis revolve around their inability to escape,â Amon pointed out. âNot that they were unable to commit murder. The Labyrinth, in fact,â he raised a dramatic finger, âhas several moving passages that could have permitted the Minotaur to move and commit murder without an official escape.â
Harper considered his words for a long moment, trying to find the flaw in his reasoning. Seeing none, she placed a dot next to the Minotaurs's name.
âTyphon escaped his prison in the Second Titanomachy. He could do it again,â Harper said thoughtfully. âThough I donât understand why he would do something like this. Heâs the Sphinx's father. The same goes for Echidna.â
Amon, who had been nodding at Harperâs assessment of Typhonâs abilities, pursed his lips at her observation of parentage. âI do not see how this could possibly be relevant to the logical puzzle at hand.â
Harper spoke slowly, as if the answer was obvious. âWhat motive would they have to kill their own daughter?â
âHarper,â Amon began curtly, folding his arms across his chest. âHalf of the Greek myths revolve around immortals killing their own children.â
âThen we should pick one of them,â Harper declared, pivoting her argument instead of admitting her logical blunder. âThey would have more of a motive than the rest of the suspects, if anything.â
âThe Minotaur can escape much more easily than Typhon can. Motive aside, it is the most logical guess,â Amon concluded, adjusting his collar haughtily. âI will remind you that we picked your choice of weapon. It is only fair that I select the monster.â
âFine.â Harper agreed, her gaze stormy as she turned back towards the sphinx. âWe accuse the Minotaur of killing the sphinx with the Shirt of Nessus.â
The sphinx opened one eye. âNone of these are correct!â
| Suspects | Weapons |
|---|---|
| Harpy Talon | |
| Celestial Bronze Sword | |
| Typhon | A-C Encyclopedia |
| Echidna |
âSo you still think itâs Typhon.â Choosing to ignore Harperâs taunting, Amon rested his hand on a nearby desk, studying the lists on the chalkboard before him. He had taken the Minotaur error as a personal failure, and was determined to get the suspect right this time.
âI do.â
âWhy not Echidna?â
âSheâs too emotional to kill someone, obviously.â Harper said sarcastically. âHer frail female arms are probably too weak to even hold a weapon.â
The dark-haired boy rolled his eyes. âObjectively,â he began, ignoring her quip once more, âTyphon could not have lied about his inability to roam free. A natural disaster freed him from Mount Etna during the Second Titanomachy, but he could not recreate those conditions on his own.â Though his tone remained aloof, it was clear that Amon was relishing in the opportunity to flaunt his mythology knowledge.
âMaybe,â Harper argued, stubborn. âBut Echidnaâs statement was less ambiguous than his. Typhon just explains his predicament; he doesn't provide a real claim. Echidna explicitly says she was not involved.â She thought for a few more moments, rolling the piece of chalk in her hands. âEchidna could have released him? They would be accomplices.â
Amon shook his head. âThere was a single murderer. Not two. The sphinx would not lie about the premise of the game.â
Harper stared at him coldly, but could offer no rebuttal. She turned her attention to the board. âTyphon is a giant. Heâs capable of using the sword.â
âBut the specificity of Echidnaâs denial is still incredibly suspicious. âPetty affairsâ is a strange way to phrase a murder. But,â Amon added reluctantly, âI understand the logic behind Typhon. I suppose it is your turn to choose the monster, and we will still have another guess to work with.â
âAs for the weapon,â he continued, âI still think the sword is the most viable option, given that the siren song and the fang can be ruled out and the shirt with the venom was, well,â Amon pursed his lips, fighting the urge to smile, âincorrect.â
Before Harper could interject, Amon turned towards the sphinx at the front of the room. âWe accuse Typhon of killing the sphinx with a Celestial Bronze Sword.â
âOne of these is correct!â
| Suspects | Weapons |
|---|---|
| Celestial Bronze Sword | |
| Echidna |
âYou were right,â Harper admitted, staring down at the carpet so that she would not have to look at his smug expression.
âLetâs get this over with,â she muttered, and turned back towards the lioness with crossed arms. âWe accuse Echidna of killing the sphinx with a Celestial Bronze Swordâ
âOne of these is correct,â the sphinx announced. Her mouth twisted in amusement, fangs bared in a menacing smile.
2024.05.15 03:12 Flaky_Lavishness2847 USCIS mistake- Chicago Field Office
Long story short: if you do not have a USCIS online portal accountâŠ. MAKE ONE. We couldâve had our green cards MONTHS ago.
I, US Citizen, filed I-130 for my parents and I-485 in July 2021 after turning 21. In the beginning, our cases were going as planned, however we never sent medical forms with I-485 (our lawyer advised us not to- we have now learned how detrimental that has been to our processing time and we are aware our lawyer gave us terrible advice). My parents checked case statuses using their receipt numbers on the main USCIS page and never made an account because we had always received all RFE and additional notices through the mail and didnât think we needed one. Our I-130 got approved 2 years later on 08/2023 and after waiting a few months with no updates on I-485 (we were waiting for medical form RFE), I decided to seek congressional help in November of 2023. They told us on 11/17/2023 that there are no updates from USCIS and that they will let us know if they need anything. In January, we requested new work permits since my parentsâ were set to expire and they were issued about 2 weeks later. I reached out again to congressman 02/2024 and they told me that USCIS is STILL processing our case and will let us know if they need anything.
I have the lawfully and case tracker apps that I check everyday but there were no new updates. So after doing some reddit reading, I decided to make an online USCIS account because it seemed advantageous. We waited 2 weeks for access codes to come in the mail. I created the account and saw a âDENIAL NOTICEâ for both of my parents âdue to abandonmentâ that was issued JANUARY 4, 2024. My stomach dropped. Apparently they had notified us in August of 2023 (the day after our I-130 was approved) to send medical forms by November 23, 2023. We had never received any of these documents through the mail (neither did our lawyer or congressman) and they did not show up on the lawfully/case tracker app. How could USCIS tell congressman 6 days before the medical forms were due that they do not need anything from us and then in February tell us they are still processing our case after it had apparently already been denied a month earlier?!?! And now it was TOO LATE TO APPEAL.
LUCKILY our congressman was able to provide proof of our inquiries and our lawyer met with someone at the USCIS Chicago field office (which we never received any mail from) and they reopened our case due to their errors. They sent us new RFE for medical forms which we have sent and we are now waiting to hear back.
All of our notices, including the I-130 approval, had been coming from the Nebraska field office. The documents that were on the portal but were never mailed had been from Chicago Field Office. They also made a mistake in their denial notice stating my parents needed to depart the US within 30 days of receiving the denial notice because they entered the US illegally, which was FALSE because they had come here legally. Needless to say, it was an emotional and stressful rollercoaster.
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I, US Citizen, filed I-130 for my parents and I-485 in July 2021 after turning 21. In the beginning, our cases were going as planned, however we never sent medical forms with I-485 (our lawyer advised us not to- we have now learned how detrimental that has been to our processing time and we are aware our lawyer gave us terrible advice). My parents checked case statuses using their receipt numbers on the main USCIS page and never made an account because we had always received all RFE and additional notices through the mail and didnât think we needed one. Our I-130 got approved 2 years later on 08/2023 and after waiting a few months with no updates on I-485 (we were waiting for medical form RFE), I decided to seek congressional help in November of 2023. They told us on 11/17/2023 that there are no updates from USCIS and that they will let us know if they need anything. In January, we requested new work permits since my parentsâ were set to expire and they were issued about 2 weeks later. I reached out again to congressman 02/2024 and they told me that USCIS is STILL processing our case and will let us know if they need anything.
I have the lawfully and case tracker apps that I check everyday but there were no new updates. So after doing some reddit reading, I decided to make an online USCIS account because it seemed advantageous. We waited 2 weeks for access codes to come in the mail. I created the account and saw a âDENIAL NOTICEâ for both of my parents âdue to abandonmentâ that was issued JANUARY 4, 2024. My stomach dropped. Apparently they had notified us in August of 2023 (the day after our I-130 was approved) to send medical forms by November 23, 2023. We had never received any of these documents through the mail (neither did our lawyer or congressman) and they did not show up on the lawfully/case tracker app. How could USCIS tell congressman 6 days before the medical forms were due that they do not need anything from us and then in February tell us they are still processing our case after it had apparently already been denied a month earlier?!?! And now it was TOO LATE TO APPEAL.
LUCKILY our congressman was able to provide proof of our inquiries and our lawyer met with someone at the USCIS Chicago field office (which we never received any mail from) and they reopened our case due to their errors. They sent us new RFE for medical forms which we have sent and we are now waiting to hear back.
All of our notices, including the I-130 approval, had been coming from the Nebraska field office. The documents that were on the portal but were never mailed had been from Chicago Field Office. They also made a mistake in their denial notice stating my parents needed to depart the US within 30 days of receiving the denial notice because they entered the US illegally, which was FALSE because they had come here legally. Needless to say, it was an emotional and stressful rollercoaster.
2024.05.15 03:04 VeterinarianIll1917 Guide for Split 2!
 | I've been testing out some of the items on the PBE since the release and I was optimistic at first, but it appears that gp lost build diversity in items based on what's good and if you're going 100% crit. One parts are fixed as well if you haven't caught the news and will release next patch. My aim is to help you guys out in the next split. This is the first guide I've made for League, I welcome feedback and questions. I can provide more context if needed. submitted by VeterinarianIll1917 to gangplankmains [link] [comments] Runes: Inspiration: Changes look mostly fine, futures market will be missed though for early sheen purchases. Keystone: First strike should be an obvious choice for your keystone. 1st slot: Footwear is fine if you don't need to take boots early, otherwise cashback is going to be the default. They're both "meh" runes as the most gold you can gain from cashback is 204 on ie purchase. So try to back with a little extra gold to pick up a component with it. 2nd slot: BIS for 2nd slot is biscuits. The sustain from biscuits will allow you to play more agro in lane and you can take more trades. Timewarp's extra health on pots isn't nearly as valuable, just don't take this rune. Triple tonic is more niche. If you're used to this rune you can still take it, just play more conservatively with mana. 3rd slot: BIS for 3rd slot is cosmic. On a standard crit build you will have around 7 or 8 individual stats on items meaning we will not be able to make full use out of jack of all trades. Approach velocity has it's arguments as gp has good slows and likes to get into melee for a passive proc, but cosmic in general is better. Cosmic will wiggle in more sheen procs in your combos and the low cds on sums is strong for gp who is reliant on flash for an escape. Precision: We have more options in precision next split, cutdown changes are big for us. Keystone: I haven't done enough testing with pta yet, but I don't think it's viable. Conq works only with a bruiser build, it could be our answer to tanks with the cutdown changes and our lack in lifesteal. Fleet's healing ate a nerf but it's k. Fleet is the default keystone in precision for now and overall gps safest rune to blind. 1st slot: Absorb life is hype! Synergizes perfectly with gp. The healing from this rune will be on par with fleet throughout the game. Take this rune if you're not concerned with mana. Presence of mind enables you to be more liberal with your q and w. Triumph is the worst of the 3. You won't be able to make frequent use of it throughout the game and we have better options for sustain. 2nd slot: Haste is the best. We build tri now, so we don't need the extra attack speed from alacrity. Blood line is viable, but it doesn't come online until after lane. Mostly an invisible rune. 3rd slot: I recommend last stand. You gain the most dmg amp with this rune and it's strong for early fights. Cut down would be better if it was enough to one shot squishy targets. Still useful early game to get an hp lead and zone the enemy toplaner off farm. Coup de grace has synergy with your r and collector. Resolve: Resolve looks the same as last season, some notes on grasp though. Keystone: While I understand that I may lose some of you here, grasp isn't that bad and hasn't been that bad. I frequently run grasp, win lane, and win game with it. We lost corrupting pot, so it's a bit harder to stay in combat to charge it's proc. The dps is better now though as we get health on trinity. Furthermore, we don't have to worry about giant slayer passive anymore for our dps. You can build health again on gp freely. 1st slot: Demolish every time. You're only running this if you're going grasp though. If you're running resolve secondary, the other two slots have better options as gp excels at killing towers naturally. 2nd slot: Match up specific. Bone plating is better if you're hugging barrels throughout lane. If you're against someone who can proc it easily, take second wind. Rumble, and Teemo are good examples to take second wind. Darius and Riven are good examples to take boneplating. Keep in mind that the fleet page is strong into range. Sometimes better off just hitting them harder or out-sustaining, than trying to build defensively. Vayne is an example where fleet is better and ignore resolve completely. 3rd slot: Overgrowth is BIS. Revitalize doesn't do much for gp, not very noticeable. Unflinching is op into certain champions. I take unflinching into Riven, and Aatrox. Maybe Kennen, but I haven't played against to many Kennens in general. Domination: Mostly a secondary page 1st slot: Taste of blood out-performs cheap shot and is easier to proc. You can only proc sudden impact on flash, don't take it. 3rd slot: The entire point of taking the domination page on ad gp is to snowball with treasure hunter and your already dummy strong gold gen. Really strong for smurfing, but isn't the safest option. Don't take this into hard match ups or if you're new to gp. Ultimate hunter is good for ap gp or macro play. I've used this style in tournaments where I get forced weakside and played passively through lane. Consider this style in a 5 man comp, not for solo q. It's not good for personally carrying the game. Sorcery: Another secondary page 1st slot: If you're really struggling with gps mana pool early, mana flow band is the nail in the coffin for you. It's not the best option for gp, but can help with newer players. Obsolete with essence. 2nd slot: All 3 of these runes are useful. Combining legend haste with transcendence gives you 25 ability haste on your basic abilities when fully stacked. Transcendence is worth considering. Absolute focus is pretty straight forward, more ad on gp is never a bad thing. Combines well with gathering storm for a strong mid-late game. Celerity is weird rune to see on gp but you can run it. Celerity gives some extra help for spacing, enables you to sell boots in the late game, makes your passive ms and raise morale ms stronger. It's worth a try, but the other two options fit better into your builds. 3rd slot: Gathering storm is BIS. Scorch is better in the early game. If you can't build a lead with it, don't run it. Shards: Go attack speed, adaptive force, flat health. The attack speed makes your lvl 1 cheese better, cs better and helps your early barrel output. The 10% attack speed is better earlier than legend alacrity (3-18%) in the precision tree. By the time you stack alacrity, you should already have trinity completed which gives you more than enough attack speed. Possible Pages: https://preview.redd.it/snaww0pxlg0d1.png?width=649&format=png&auto=webp&s=cb124570f0547626561533c2495fca68dbce5817 Generic Fleet page: This page gives you staying power in lane and can be utilized for going lethal in lane by poking them down while staying healthy. All in at around half hp. Use biscuits when you're oom or getting low on hp. They refill 8% of your missing health and mana. Try to get kills with this page https://preview.redd.it/w8bxrdzvmg0d1.png?width=651&format=png&auto=webp&s=b6eebd22cca9524abdac13ab1527d65ea140825e High Haste page: Less early all in power than the previous page for more haste and scaling. Has good staying power as well. Similar game plan as the first, but you can afford to play passive with this page if needed. Take pom for early mana sustain. https://preview.redd.it/dqt8y9j9pg0d1.png?width=631&format=png&auto=webp&s=1665f2e96aa49fd0531ae55f75bcd629a4f65d6a Grasp page: Similar to fleets playstyle, this page is very strong for shoving after you kill your laner. Gives you scaling hp throughout the game, making you harder to burst. Look for early all ins after poking a few times. Proc melee grasp with your passive when possible. Worthwhile page for splitting. https://preview.redd.it/jwzd7l8uqg0d1.png?width=645&format=png&auto=webp&s=ac735c138f8e530eb021bd07617b0e8835d6fbf2 Generic First Strike page: Worse early game for a better mid/late game. You're playing to zone, poke, and scale with this page. Try not to get tagged first, as you lose both boneplating and first strike. If you proc first strike, it's safe to walk up and hit them with as much dmg as you can. Boneplating will soak up their dps as they retaliate. Try to use boneplating aggressively. Good into melee, terrible into range. https://preview.redd.it/5gdv6wlcsg0d1.png?width=658&format=png&auto=webp&s=7b6fc829e157d6c59afd131f4c35ee950abb5569 Hail Mary: You're either playing on a smurf account or are playing incredibly passive. You can climb on this page, but it's boring and risky. You're taking magical footwear as you gain free boots and you gain them sooner on kills. You should be looking to use r on your teammates plays to get boots faster and to proc treasure hunter. Otherwise you're farming. Poke when fs is up. You can take all ins once you've established a lead. This page is a gamble in low elo. If you get camped, you're screwed. If any of your teammates are inting before you get a lead, you're screwed. The gold gen on this page isn't enough to contend with the 10/1 Draven. You should look to get fed in lane if you can. These runes do not support early game trading well. When this page works out though, the enemy team will ff as you gain a massive lead for playing with your feet all game. Items: What we've all been waiting for! Build order is highly dependent on what you need. Keep in mind that the new crit items give 25% crit. Cloak stacking isn't very good anymore and you're better off just finishing your items for this reason. Cull is still fine in passive lanes. ASS: Shieldbow, Yun Tal Wildarrows. Shieldbow's lifesteal was removed. The shield on it is pathetic. This item doesn't do much for us anymore. Go resolve. Yun Tal Wildarrows is the new ad crit item that applies a dot on our crits. So first you need high crit chance to make good use out of this item. 2nd the dot has 35% total ad scaling on it. The damage on the dot is lacking for a singular proc. 3rd the dot doesn't proc on barrels. This item is only good if you can keep applying the dot and GP can't. It's better on yas, yone, and tryn. 1st slot: Trinity force is the best option in all builds besides full ap. No better option. I've tried going sheen into crit to see if it's a better spike, it's not. Go tri force next split 1st item. 2nd slot: Essence Reaver, Collector, LDMortal or Shojin. Essence Reaver is going to be best in slot 2nd for most builds. Your mana issues are solved with this item and the stats gp wants are all in this item. You're going collector 2nd if you can skip Essence Reaver. If you're fine on mana and haste, collector is better the sooner you get it. The lethality is better early game when champions are lower leveled and you don't make much use of the 25 gold on kills late game. Way better item for snowballing than Essence Reaver. LDR or Mortal reminder depending on if you need grievous. We go pen 2nd item into a tank top and tank jg. Overkill if there is only 1 tank. Shojin is better when you're behind and you're going to struggle getting your items. The haste, dmg amp, and health will make your dps consistent and will make you more survivable. Shojin sucks going 2nd as gp scales heavily with crit and this pushes back your spike. Again it's only good from behind. 3rd slot: Infinity Edge, LDMortal or Collector. Infinity Edge is best built as your 2nd crit item. IE is more valuable with more crit. Infinity Edge offers nothing, but it's ad when you don't crit. We build CollectoLDMortal here if you built shojin 2nd for the reasoning of Infinity edge. 4th slot: Collector, LDMortal, Essence Reaver or Infinity Edge Depends on what you've built already. If you skipped ER in the 2nd slot, you can build it again here. This is the last point in which you should get collector. 5th slot: LDMortal, Shojin. At this point you're deciding if you're going to sell boots or not. If you are, pick up shojin now. GP loves damage amp and it's going to be scarce for us next season. 6th slot: Navori. Navori gives attack speed, movement speed, and crit now. It's a viable option for selling boots and opening your build up to another non crit option other than trinity. Combined with your high haste from your other items and runes, you will have infinite barrels. Niche usage Example builds: https://preview.redd.it/j6vy7asbfh0d1.png?width=434&format=png&auto=webp&s=122f36a2515a58d4e07c8766d4ab8f236cffc6ff Gp's Most Realistic Build Split 2: This is his strongest, most consistent build. https://preview.redd.it/0nhb89tdgh0d1.png?width=449&format=png&auto=webp&s=246efbc51fe1b8b681927efaa08387a5cb183006 Scuffed the Early Game: Building Shojin early for it's constancy. Utilizing collector to yoink kills to get us back into the game. https://preview.redd.it/9332sajahh0d1.png?width=431&format=png&auto=webp&s=600038db1e1bfdb1b9959f3af61a22291145497d Max Barrel Output: You're going this build in the advanced late game and you can afford to sacrifice ms for greater dmg and cooldowns. Sell boots for Navori. Collector and LDR are interchangeable depending on the enemy comp. https://preview.redd.it/k2cug6jpih0d1.png?width=431&format=png&auto=webp&s=cac06001f611272adae27f2a14c35ca3c775737e Snowball build: Similar to the first build, looking to pick up more kills early with collector. Boots: Ionian's, Swifties, and Caps. Caps into all ad comps, ionian's and swifties are preference based. Starting Items: Doran's blade is always good, Doran's shield into matchups you get poked. Longsword refillable is weak, but better if you're playing passively. Conclusion: I'm curious to see if rito is going to look into gp this split. His item pool is actually looking smaller now. No more Bloodthirster, Shieldbow, or Navori for the most part. Welcome back Trinity though. The phage proc is nice. |
2024.05.15 03:01 whitefrenchfry Tesla Bumper Repair turned into Replacement?
 | Very light bumper damage. Got rear ended while stopped at a red light. Plate number indented into bumper, scratches and dents here and there. Nothing crazy that was visible. submitted by whitefrenchfry to TeslaModel3 [link] [comments] They mentioned an estimate sent 5/3 which detailed the repair process for the bumper. Then, a few days later, said everything was "coming along well" and that it shouldn't be much longer now. Now they're saying state farm is declining their estimate that included full bumper replacement..? I have a '22 Model 3 LR that was delivered in Nov '21. I believe it had sensors in the bumpers still- maybe something to do with that? I have absolutely no idea why they suddenly pivot towards a full replacement a week later... any thoughts? Maybe they messed up the initial repair, didn't do a thorough inspection and found more damage later, trying to get State Farm to agree to a replacement since they were declining some fees on the repair? |
2024.05.15 02:59 Willing_Opposite2523 To wait or not to waitâŠ
So I met this guy two months and we hit it off super well. He was cute in real life and we had great banter. We went to a museum for our first date and stayed till closing and after the date he asked for my number and consistently asked me out for dates for a month straight. Here I was thinkingâŠwowâŠthis could be the one. And then one day randomly he didnât ask to meet me again. He says heâs so busy with work and we donât see each other for two weeks. I was like hmmm ok ok but the date after two weeks went well so I was like whatever. And THEN he doesnât ask me out got another MONTH. I was like wtf?? I pretty much lost my mind because I was so confused. I asked him earlier when we were dating whatâs heâs looking but he said heâs looking for a relationship so I was thinking ok cool weâre on the same page but on our last date after the month I was like we need to communicate more?? Like wtf?? And he said AT MOST he can only see me once a week and when we first started dating he just had a lot of time but now he doesnât because of work?? Like what kind of job takes up this much time where you canât see the other. He said heâs basically a glorified secretary which takes up a lot of time for him. He would constantly say he barely even has time for himself and would get home at a really late hour (like 7 pm-8pm). Also he mentioned to me that heâs only seeing me and heâs not a casual dater and would rather just date but because we donât see each other often and it t wouldnât be sustainable. Anyways at the end he said he doesnât have time to start a relationship but we could pick things up down the road when work isnât as busy (which Iâm not sure how truthful that is). My gut is telling me not to wait and Iâm not but it just sucks to meet a person on this garbage app and actually have a connection. I wish I knew what made him pull away but I know at the end of the day I know it doesnât matter because if a man wanted to he would right?
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2024.05.15 02:58 Dependent_Priority20 Internal referral for Uber office
Internal Referral Channel for Uber's job oppourtunity.
https://www.uber.com/ca/en/careers/list/?location=CAN-Ontario-Toronto&uclick_id=8cccdff8-2088-4d36-899b-a79dd648661b
Please provide the following information for assistance with an internal referral application by Uber employees:
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https://www.uber.com/ca/en/careers/list/?location=CAN-Ontario-Toronto&uclick_id=8cccdff8-2088-4d36-899b-a79dd648661b
Please provide the following information for assistance with an internal referral application by Uber employees:
- Name
- Contact Phone Number
- Resume in pdf.
- Third-person self-recommendation (3-5 points)
- Desired position to apply for. You can search for positions on Uber Careers or the official LinkedIn page and provide the link.