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Dream It, Plan It, Dare It
2010.01.21 06:11 derekbox Dream It, Plan It, Dare It
All about your adventures. Planning, discussing, and organizing future adventures, and sharing past ones. Base jumping, diving, urban exploration, ghost-hunting, caving, climbing, hiking, wild camping, bushcraft, backpacking, kayaking, anecdotes about dealings with wild animals, authorities, accidents...anything and everything! Share your adventure with us!
2024.05.17 00:34 Intern-Entire First attempt a writing / feedback appreciated
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Chapter 1: The boy and his mother
1.1 The farm
Hagr stood at the edge of the farm, his gaze fixed on the vast expanse of Zandarius stretching out before him. The sky above was a canvas of swirling purples and blues streaked with the faint glow of distant stars. A cool breeze whispered through the air, carrying with it the enticing scent of Heyla flowers.
With a sigh, Hagr set down his mechanic wheelbarrow, the last of his chores for the day completed. He began to make his way back towards the farm, his footsteps crunching softly against the rocky terrain. As he passed through the pink and green garden, the aroma of his mother's porridge drifted towards him, tempting his hunger.
Despite eating the same meal every day, Hagr's stomach grumbled with anticipation. The suuka porridge was all he needed right now, its warm, comforting embrace promising to chase away the chill of the evening.
Arriving at the farm, Hagr took in the familiar sight of their plascrete igloo. Half of the structure was comprised of little octagon windows, through which the warm glow of a fire emanated from the chimney. It was home, humble yet comforting in its simplicity.
Entering the igloo, Hagr found his mother, Altha, bustling about the kitchen, preparing dinner. "Hagr, dear, could you set the table?" she called out, her voice gentle yet firm. Hagr nodded, a small smile playing at his lips as he arranged the mismatched dishes in their usual places. Each plate was different, yet they always ended up in the same spot, a testament to the routines of their daily life.
Once the table was set, Hagr ignited the moonlamp, casting a soft yellow glow across the igloo walls. Altha emerged from the kitchen, carrying a steaming pot of suuka porridge. "Careful, Hagr," she warned as she placed the pot on the table. "It's hot." Hagr nodded as he heard this many times before, his mouth watering at the sight and smell of the hearty meal before him. They ate in silence, the only sound of the clinking of spoons against bowls as they savored each mouthful.
After a moment, Hagr broke the silence, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Do you ever wonder what's beyond Zandarius, Mumu?" he asked. Altha hesitated, her expression guarded. "I don't know, Hagr," she replied softly. "But we have everything we need right here on the farm." Though disappointed by her response, Hagr nodded in understanding. Perhaps someday they would have the chance to explore together. Altha caught his eye and winked, a small glimmer of hope in her gaze.
As they finished their meal, Hagr and Altha moved to the small kitchen area to wash the dishes. The kitchen was cluttered yet cozy, with shelves overflowing with pots, pans, and utensils. Beyond the kitchen, the interior of the igloo was a snug retreat from the harshness of the outside world. A small cupboard, crafted from Zandarius rare Bennam wood, stood in one corner, its doors closed tight to conceal its overflowing contents. Nearby, a plush couch with pillows offered a comfortable spot to relax after a long day's work. Opposite the couch, a large hammock hung from the ceiling. Above it, a smaller hammock swayed gently in the breeze, providing a cozy nest for Hagr during the night. Every inch of space was utilized to its fullest, creating a sense of warmth and intimacy within the cramped confines of the igloo.
As the hour grew late, Altha reminded Hagr of their upcoming journey to Kihar. With a yawn, Hagr climbed into his hammock, gazing up at the stars through the little octagon windows above. "Goodnight, Hagr," Altha whispered, her voice soft in the quiet of the night. "Goodnight, Mumu," Hagr replied, his eyes closing as sleep overtook him. And with that, he drifted off, thoughts of tomorrow's journey fading into the comforting embrace of dreams.
1.2 The Trip
Hagr awoke to the gentle light filtering through the little octagon windows of their igloo. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he glanced around and noticed that his mother's hammock was empty. Mu-mu?" he called out, but there was no response.
Curiosity piqued, Hagr peered outside and spotted his mother tending to the kikkamoos, their pig-like creatures with reptilian legs and Fluffy tails. With a swift motion, he leaped out of bed, his movements practiced from years of experience. After quickly dressing himself, he hurried outside, calling out to his mother. "Altha!" he yelled, using her full name in his urgency. His mother turned towards him with a warm smile. "Haggie!" she called back, using his pet name.
Hagr wasted no time and dashed off to fetch Tsjoopa, their trusty mechanical unicycle cart already loaded with goods for trade. As he returned with the cart, he found his mother waiting back at the farm. "Ready to go, Hagr?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Absolutely!" Hagr exclaimed, brimming with energy. And so, they set off on their journey to Kihar, the nearest town for trading.
The road ahead seemed endless, traversing through vast and barren plains broken only by occasional patches of vegetation. Sparse woods flanked the roadside, offering concealment but little wildlife, a testament to Zandarius' unforgiving environment.
After a few hours of travel, they finally reached a landmark known as the Sharp Knives, a crossroad marked by sharp rocks jutting out of the ground. "We’re here, the Sharp Knives," Altha remarked, her gaze sweeping over the rugged terrain. "We're halfway there, Hagr." Hagr nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon. "Already? Time flies when you're in good company." A mischievous glint sparkled in Altha's eyes as she reached into the cart. "Speaking of good company, I brought something special for our halfway mark." Hagr's interest was piqued. "What is it?" With a dramatic flourish, Altha revealed a small container of sosuuka, a sweeter version of yesterday's porridge. "Sosuuka!" Hagr exclaimed, trying to sound enthusiastic despite his familiarity with the dish. Altha chuckled at his feigned excitement. "I thought it might be a nice treat for our journey." Hagr grinned, playing along. "Absolutely! Thanks, best mumu on Zandarius." Lost in thought, Altha gazed into the distance, her attention drawn to the gathering ominous clouds on the horizon, a harbinger of stormy weather to come. "We might have some rough weather ahead," Altha remarked, her voice tinged with concern. Hagr glanced up at the darkening sky. "Should we stop and wait it out?" Altha shook her head. "We need to keep moving. We can't afford to delay our journey." Guess we'll have to save the view for another time," Hagr sighed, reluctantly agreeing with Altha's decision while she nodded in understanding. "But, after all," Hagr declared, puffing out his chest with a hint of pride, "at ten years old, I'm practically a grown man! I can handle anything, even eating sosuuka on the way without spilling a drop." Altha burst into laughter at his boast. "Sosuuka without spilling? I'd sooner believe kikkamoos could fly!" Hagr joined in her laughter, the sound echoing across the desolate landscape as they continued on their journey to Kihar.
1.3 Arrival in Kihar
As Hagr and Altha approached Kihar, the plascrete town sprawled out before them, its streets winding like intricate mazes through the heart of the city. In stark contrast to the barren landscape of Zandarius, Kihar was a vibrant tapestry of life, with lush vegetation adorning every corner. Hagr’s eyes roamed over the cityscape, taking in the sight of the bustling alleys and the constant mist of smoke that hung in the air. Despite having visited many times before, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the bustling energy of the tradetown.
As they ventured deeper into the heart of the city, the tantalizing aroma of food mingled with the sounds of chatter and laughter, tempting Hagr's senses and reminding him of the porridge-filled days back on their farm. Finally, they reached the local market, a bustling hub of activity where traders hawked their wares amidst the thick scent of spices and exotic foods. "First stop, Old Taramor's," Altha announced, her voice carrying above the din of the market. Hagr's thoughts drifted to Taramor, the old, grumpy trader who had been a fixture in Kihar for as long as he could remember. Despite his rough exterior, Taramor was one of the few honest traders left in the city, and Hagr had always respected him for it. "Sounds good to me," Hagr replied, his tone positive.
As they approached Old Taramor’s, Altha hopped off the Tsjoopa and turned to Hagr. "Hagr, could you fetch a crate of Heyla bottles from the back of the cart?" she asked. Hagr nodded silently, already moving to comply.
Entering the shop, they found Taramor snoozing behind his counter, the cluttered shelves and dusty displays a testament to his lack of care for his surroundings. Altha hesitated, reluctant to disturb the old trader, but time was of the essence. "Taramor," she whispered, her voice barely audible. No response. Again, a bit louder this time “Taramor”. Still no response. Growing impatient, Hagr couldn't help but raise his voice. "Taramor!" Startled awake, Taramor shot upright, his eyes wide with surprise. "What the hell's going on?" he grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Oh, it's just you two," he muttered, recognizing Altha and Hagr. Altha gestured to Hagr to take a look around while she spoke with Taramor. Hagr nodded and wandered through the cluttered shelves, his curiosity piqued by the assortment of strange and exotic items on display. In the background, a television played the news, and the volume turned low but still audible. A news reporter's voice cut through the air, reporting on the recent assassination of a high-ranking official. The military had already neutralized one suspect, but two others were still at large. The camera footage showed two figures cloaked in dark red and black, their faces obscured. Zooming in on one of the suspects, the reporter noted a tattoo of a three-headed monster on their neck, linking them to the notorious syndicate known as the Three-Headed Beast. "People are urged to remain vigilant," the reporter concluded, "and to report any sightings of the suspects to the authorities." "Hagr," Altha called out, pulling him from his thoughts. Quickly, he set down a strange-looking coffee maker he had been inspecting and hurried over to join them.
Outside, Hagr turned to his mother, concern etched on his face. "How did the trade go?" Altha hesitated before answering, her tone guarded. "It wasn't as successful as we had hoped, but we'll manage." Trying to sound confident, Hagr responded, "No need to worry, Mumu. We'll make it work."
As they made their way back through the bustling market, Hagr glanced at his mother. " Can we get some Uja skewers now?" Altha smiled warmly. "Absolutely, Hagr. Let’s grab some delicious Uja," she said, turning on their trusty, albeit rusty, Tsjoopa.
1.4 No place like home
As Altha and Hagr made their way home in the fading light, a bird soared above them, its silhouette dark against the dusky sky. They were nearing their farmstead, the exhausting trip almost at an end. Hagr turned to Altha, his curiosity piqued. “What is coffee?” he asked, stumbling over the unfamiliar word. Altha pondered for a moment before responding, “I’ve heard of it. It’s some sort of black drink. Similar to Puggatree juice, they say it gives you energy.” Hagr wrinkled his nose in distaste. He had never been fond of Puggatree juice, finding its thick texture and slimy consistency unappealing. With a shake of his head, he decided he didn’t want to try coffee after all.
As they chatted, unaware of the figure watching them from afar, the landscape growing darker with each passing moment, they finally arrived at the farm.
Altha unloaded the traded goods from the Tsjoopa, and with a nod to Hagr, she motioned for him to stow it away in the barn. Hagr complied, placing the Tsjoopa in the barn, where sturdy plascrete walls and reinforced wooden beams protected it from the harsh winds. With the task done, he made his way back to the igloo. As he approached, he noticed that the interior was unusually dark, the comforting glow of the moonlamp absent. With a sense of unease gnawing at him, he entered cautiously.
To his horror, he found himself face to face with a cloaked figure in dark black and red, his alien eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Before he could react, he spotted his mother on the floor, tears streaming down her face, with another figure standing over her, a scarred human face, and a sinister three-headed beast tattoo on his neck. “Mumu!” Hagr screamed in terror. The figure with glowing eyes uttered incomprehensible words, while the scarred man cursed, "We can't leave any witnesses, Deskva.” Altha whispered urgently, "Hagr, stay calm. Everything will be fine." Hagr looked at his mother in disbelief, his heart pounding in his chest. "What's going to happen?" his voice trembled with fear. The scarred human scoffed, "We can sell the boy on the black market, but the woman? She's too old to bother selling. Not worth the hassle, Des." With brute force, Deskva grabbed Hagr, who fought against his captor with all his might. "Please, let me go!" Hagr pleaded, his voice desperate as he struggled against Deskva's grip. As Hagr cast a desperate glance at his mother, tears welling in his eyes, the scarred man turned his attention to Altha, deeming her of no value. Without hesitation, he drew his pistol, aimed, and fired, the shot piercing through Altha’s skull with a sickening thud echoing through the silent igloo. Hagr’s world shattered as he watched his mother fall, tears blurring his vision, bile rising in his throat. Before he could comprehend what was happening, a brutal blow to his head sent him spiraling into darkness.
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Chapter 1: The boy and his mother
1.1 The farm
Hagr stood at the edge of the farm, his gaze fixed on the vast expanse of Zandarius stretching out before him. The sky above was a canvas of swirling purples and blues streaked with the faint glow of distant stars. A cool breeze whispered through the air, carrying with it the enticing scent of Heyla flowers.
With a sigh, Hagr set down his mechanic wheelbarrow, the last of his chores for the day completed. He began to make his way back towards the farm, his footsteps crunching softly against the rocky terrain. As he passed through the pink and green garden, the aroma of his mother's porridge drifted towards him, tempting his hunger.
Despite eating the same meal every day, Hagr's stomach grumbled with anticipation. The suuka porridge was all he needed right now, its warm, comforting embrace promising to chase away the chill of the evening.
Arriving at the farm, Hagr took in the familiar sight of their plascrete igloo. Half of the structure was comprised of little octagon windows, through which the warm glow of a fire emanated from the chimney. It was home, humble yet comforting in its simplicity.
Entering the igloo, Hagr found his mother, Altha, bustling about the kitchen, preparing dinner. "Hagr, dear, could you set the table?" she called out, her voice gentle yet firm. Hagr nodded, a small smile playing at his lips as he arranged the mismatched dishes in their usual places. Each plate was different, yet they always ended up in the same spot, a testament to the routines of their daily life.
Once the table was set, Hagr ignited the moonlamp, casting a soft yellow glow across the igloo walls. Altha emerged from the kitchen, carrying a steaming pot of suuka porridge. "Careful, Hagr," she warned as she placed the pot on the table. "It's hot." Hagr nodded as he heard this many times before, his mouth watering at the sight and smell of the hearty meal before him. They ate in silence, the only sound of the clinking of spoons against bowls as they savored each mouthful.
After a moment, Hagr broke the silence, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Do you ever wonder what's beyond Zandarius, Mumu?" he asked. Altha hesitated, her expression guarded. "I don't know, Hagr," she replied softly. "But we have everything we need right here on the farm." Though disappointed by her response, Hagr nodded in understanding. Perhaps someday they would have the chance to explore together. Altha caught his eye and winked, a small glimmer of hope in her gaze.
As they finished their meal, Hagr and Altha moved to the small kitchen area to wash the dishes. The kitchen was cluttered yet cozy, with shelves overflowing with pots, pans, and utensils. Beyond the kitchen, the interior of the igloo was a snug retreat from the harshness of the outside world. A small cupboard, crafted from Zandarius rare Bennam wood, stood in one corner, its doors closed tight to conceal its overflowing contents. Nearby, a plush couch with pillows offered a comfortable spot to relax after a long day's work. Opposite the couch, a large hammock hung from the ceiling. Above it, a smaller hammock swayed gently in the breeze, providing a cozy nest for Hagr during the night. Every inch of space was utilized to its fullest, creating a sense of warmth and intimacy within the cramped confines of the igloo.
As the hour grew late, Altha reminded Hagr of their upcoming journey to Kihar. With a yawn, Hagr climbed into his hammock, gazing up at the stars through the little octagon windows above. "Goodnight, Hagr," Altha whispered, her voice soft in the quiet of the night. "Goodnight, Mumu," Hagr replied, his eyes closing as sleep overtook him. And with that, he drifted off, thoughts of tomorrow's journey fading into the comforting embrace of dreams.
1.2 The Trip
Hagr awoke to the gentle light filtering through the little octagon windows of their igloo. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he glanced around and noticed that his mother's hammock was empty. Mu-mu?" he called out, but there was no response.
Curiosity piqued, Hagr peered outside and spotted his mother tending to the kikkamoos, their pig-like creatures with reptilian legs and Fluffy tails. With a swift motion, he leaped out of bed, his movements practiced from years of experience. After quickly dressing himself, he hurried outside, calling out to his mother. "Altha!" he yelled, using her full name in his urgency. His mother turned towards him with a warm smile. "Haggie!" she called back, using his pet name.
Hagr wasted no time and dashed off to fetch Tsjoopa, their trusty mechanical unicycle cart already loaded with goods for trade. As he returned with the cart, he found his mother waiting back at the farm. "Ready to go, Hagr?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Absolutely!" Hagr exclaimed, brimming with energy. And so, they set off on their journey to Kihar, the nearest town for trading.
The road ahead seemed endless, traversing through vast and barren plains broken only by occasional patches of vegetation. Sparse woods flanked the roadside, offering concealment but little wildlife, a testament to Zandarius' unforgiving environment.
After a few hours of travel, they finally reached a landmark known as the Sharp Knives, a crossroad marked by sharp rocks jutting out of the ground. "We’re here, the Sharp Knives," Altha remarked, her gaze sweeping over the rugged terrain. "We're halfway there, Hagr." Hagr nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon. "Already? Time flies when you're in good company." A mischievous glint sparkled in Altha's eyes as she reached into the cart. "Speaking of good company, I brought something special for our halfway mark." Hagr's interest was piqued. "What is it?" With a dramatic flourish, Altha revealed a small container of sosuuka, a sweeter version of yesterday's porridge. "Sosuuka!" Hagr exclaimed, trying to sound enthusiastic despite his familiarity with the dish. Altha chuckled at his feigned excitement. "I thought it might be a nice treat for our journey." Hagr grinned, playing along. "Absolutely! Thanks, best mumu on Zandarius." Lost in thought, Altha gazed into the distance, her attention drawn to the gathering ominous clouds on the horizon, a harbinger of stormy weather to come. "We might have some rough weather ahead," Altha remarked, her voice tinged with concern. Hagr glanced up at the darkening sky. "Should we stop and wait it out?" Altha shook her head. "We need to keep moving. We can't afford to delay our journey." Guess we'll have to save the view for another time," Hagr sighed, reluctantly agreeing with Altha's decision while she nodded in understanding. "But, after all," Hagr declared, puffing out his chest with a hint of pride, "at ten years old, I'm practically a grown man! I can handle anything, even eating sosuuka on the way without spilling a drop." Altha burst into laughter at his boast. "Sosuuka without spilling? I'd sooner believe kikkamoos could fly!" Hagr joined in her laughter, the sound echoing across the desolate landscape as they continued on their journey to Kihar.
1.3 Arrival in Kihar
As Hagr and Altha approached Kihar, the plascrete town sprawled out before them, its streets winding like intricate mazes through the heart of the city. In stark contrast to the barren landscape of Zandarius, Kihar was a vibrant tapestry of life, with lush vegetation adorning every corner. Hagr’s eyes roamed over the cityscape, taking in the sight of the bustling alleys and the constant mist of smoke that hung in the air. Despite having visited many times before, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the bustling energy of the tradetown.
As they ventured deeper into the heart of the city, the tantalizing aroma of food mingled with the sounds of chatter and laughter, tempting Hagr's senses and reminding him of the porridge-filled days back on their farm. Finally, they reached the local market, a bustling hub of activity where traders hawked their wares amidst the thick scent of spices and exotic foods. "First stop, Old Taramor's," Altha announced, her voice carrying above the din of the market. Hagr's thoughts drifted to Taramor, the old, grumpy trader who had been a fixture in Kihar for as long as he could remember. Despite his rough exterior, Taramor was one of the few honest traders left in the city, and Hagr had always respected him for it. "Sounds good to me," Hagr replied, his tone positive.
As they approached Old Taramor’s, Altha hopped off the Tsjoopa and turned to Hagr. "Hagr, could you fetch a crate of Heyla bottles from the back of the cart?" she asked. Hagr nodded silently, already moving to comply.
Entering the shop, they found Taramor snoozing behind his counter, the cluttered shelves and dusty displays a testament to his lack of care for his surroundings. Altha hesitated, reluctant to disturb the old trader, but time was of the essence. "Taramor," she whispered, her voice barely audible. No response. Again, a bit louder this time “Taramor”. Still no response. Growing impatient, Hagr couldn't help but raise his voice. "Taramor!" Startled awake, Taramor shot upright, his eyes wide with surprise. "What the hell's going on?" he grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Oh, it's just you two," he muttered, recognizing Altha and Hagr. Altha gestured to Hagr to take a look around while she spoke with Taramor. Hagr nodded and wandered through the cluttered shelves, his curiosity piqued by the assortment of strange and exotic items on display. In the background, a television played the news, and the volume turned low but still audible. A news reporter's voice cut through the air, reporting on the recent assassination of a high-ranking official. The military had already neutralized one suspect, but two others were still at large. The camera footage showed two figures cloaked in dark red and black, their faces obscured. Zooming in on one of the suspects, the reporter noted a tattoo of a three-headed monster on their neck, linking them to the notorious syndicate known as the Three-Headed Beast. "People are urged to remain vigilant," the reporter concluded, "and to report any sightings of the suspects to the authorities." "Hagr," Altha called out, pulling him from his thoughts. Quickly, he set down a strange-looking coffee maker he had been inspecting and hurried over to join them.
Outside, Hagr turned to his mother, concern etched on his face. "How did the trade go?" Altha hesitated before answering, her tone guarded. "It wasn't as successful as we had hoped, but we'll manage." Trying to sound confident, Hagr responded, "No need to worry, Mumu. We'll make it work."
As they made their way back through the bustling market, Hagr glanced at his mother. " Can we get some Uja skewers now?" Altha smiled warmly. "Absolutely, Hagr. Let’s grab some delicious Uja," she said, turning on their trusty, albeit rusty, Tsjoopa.
1.4 No place like home
As Altha and Hagr made their way home in the fading light, a bird soared above them, its silhouette dark against the dusky sky. They were nearing their farmstead, the exhausting trip almost at an end. Hagr turned to Altha, his curiosity piqued. “What is coffee?” he asked, stumbling over the unfamiliar word. Altha pondered for a moment before responding, “I’ve heard of it. It’s some sort of black drink. Similar to Puggatree juice, they say it gives you energy.” Hagr wrinkled his nose in distaste. He had never been fond of Puggatree juice, finding its thick texture and slimy consistency unappealing. With a shake of his head, he decided he didn’t want to try coffee after all.
As they chatted, unaware of the figure watching them from afar, the landscape growing darker with each passing moment, they finally arrived at the farm.
Altha unloaded the traded goods from the Tsjoopa, and with a nod to Hagr, she motioned for him to stow it away in the barn. Hagr complied, placing the Tsjoopa in the barn, where sturdy plascrete walls and reinforced wooden beams protected it from the harsh winds. With the task done, he made his way back to the igloo. As he approached, he noticed that the interior was unusually dark, the comforting glow of the moonlamp absent. With a sense of unease gnawing at him, he entered cautiously.
To his horror, he found himself face to face with a cloaked figure in dark black and red, his alien eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Before he could react, he spotted his mother on the floor, tears streaming down her face, with another figure standing over her, a scarred human face, and a sinister three-headed beast tattoo on his neck. “Mumu!” Hagr screamed in terror. The figure with glowing eyes uttered incomprehensible words, while the scarred man cursed, "We can't leave any witnesses, Deskva.” Altha whispered urgently, "Hagr, stay calm. Everything will be fine." Hagr looked at his mother in disbelief, his heart pounding in his chest. "What's going to happen?" his voice trembled with fear. The scarred human scoffed, "We can sell the boy on the black market, but the woman? She's too old to bother selling. Not worth the hassle, Des." With brute force, Deskva grabbed Hagr, who fought against his captor with all his might. "Please, let me go!" Hagr pleaded, his voice desperate as he struggled against Deskva's grip. As Hagr cast a desperate glance at his mother, tears welling in his eyes, the scarred man turned his attention to Altha, deeming her of no value. Without hesitation, he drew his pistol, aimed, and fired, the shot piercing through Altha’s skull with a sickening thud echoing through the silent igloo. Hagr’s world shattered as he watched his mother fall, tears blurring his vision, bile rising in his throat. Before he could comprehend what was happening, a brutal blow to his head sent him spiraling into darkness.
2024.05.17 00:33 Chaotic_Nonbinary First Time Poster
Just want to preface with, I’m going to the doctor’s office tomorrow morning, not just shaking a subreddit like a magic eight ball for important decisions on my physical health.
I don’t have an official diagnosis. I have had a doctor suggest ED as a strong possibility because of a number of health problems that have cropped up (always been there, but just gotten bad enough to severely inhibit mobility to the point my medical-gaslit-ass dragged myself to the doctor…a lot of them…because this is the worst game of telephone ever).
In the past 2 years, I have only started realizing how much hypermobility & subsequently chronic pain affect my quality of life and ability to perform simple self care like dishes, laundry, bathing, etc.
This morning I realized my toe was super sore and stiff. So I thought it needed to stretch (stupid in hindsight). And now I’m 95% sure that it is some flavor of dislocated…because it’s bent weird (subtle for anyone who isn’t me), it’s numb, it doesn’t move like the other one does, and it’s sending weird pain & weakness up all the way to the outside of my knee, causing it to buckle. I think it was dislocated beforehand, but I accidentally made it worse.
I’m afraid of going to the doctor to be gaslit once again. I’ve had to stop seeing 3 separate physical therapists because they dismissed my issue, acted condescending, and only replied to my questions/concerns with platitudes & acted like I was perfectly healthy and they were simply humoring me.
I’m trans, queer, autistic, & soft spoken. I have enough issues with communicating clearly as is, it’s infuriating to have to seek out help I so desperately need over and over and over again. I’m entirely financially reliant on my mother because I can’t hold down a job. I can’t stand up in the shower, I can’t bathe, do dishes, take out trash, do laundry, etc. nearly as often as I’d prefer (and is healthy). And my family doesn’t believe me. And my doctors are evasive.
I’m not giving up, I’m getting through it with gritted teeth and a bit more Ibuprofen than is recommended like I always have, but goddamned if I am not exhausted.
And angry, and so upset that I can’t do the things I want to do like see friends and respond to texts because of how much of my energy just goes into functioning on less than the bare minimum.
I’m going to bother all the right ppl until I find someone who listens, but fucking hell this sucks. I have a stupid high pain tolerance because of all the shit my body does on the regular, migraines so bad I throw up
So it makes it really hard to find anyone who will listen. I say pain and they hear drug seeker. I don’t even want any pain killers for a number of other physical & mental health reasons. I just want a diagnosis and some fucking help. Physical therapists who know how to work with someone with hypermobility.
I’m just so angry and disgusted and sad I’m spending so much time asking for anyone to listen to the words coming out of my mouth instead of making a laundry list of assumptions about me & my body that’s somehow boils down to being treated as subhuman. I’d never dream of treating my worst enemy half as bad as I’ve been treated by doctors.
So I guess any advice/ words of encouragement would be appreciated.
I’m 23, and I used to be active (not as much or as consistently as I’d prefer, but like I could do a 5 mile steep hilly hike with minimal/moderate soreness the next few days). I was the most active I’ve ever been in the year of 2020, had a house working job. I was doing anywhere from 10,000-30,000 steps a day, and I was tired, but I was functional (no serious mobility issues, able to complete everyday tasks/chores with relative ease).
During that year I sprained my ankle and it didn’t present as a classic sprain (minimal bruising/swelling to where it was almost unnoticeable & able to move almost normally—even though it was excruciating—). I begged my mom to take me to the doctor and she gaslit me, guilted me about money, asked family members who work in healthcare over the phone about it while completely minimizing the pain I was in. So I dropped it. She made me feel stupid and weak because she’s miserably insecure & can’t emotionally regulate herself without lashing out at everything & everyone around her.
I worked my super active job on a sprained ankle for months. I was in debilitating pain for 3 months after, my ankle would stop working and my leg would give out, but I didn’t know what to do. So I didn’t do anything. It eventually felt better bit by bit until the symptoms came and went. Until my ankle was unreliable but passable to walk & work on.
I moved away for college and got more sedentary in 2021. My ankle kept the on again off again symptoms until my dad died in 2021 & I was so depressed it was all I could do to feed myself, take a shower every 3-4 days, and attend my classes. Then the symptoms came & didn’t go away one day. And I tried to stay off my feet but they kept getting worse. I was nearly bed-bound by 2022, in so much I couldn’t sleep more than 2-4 hours at a time, and I finally sought help. I had to ask my roommate’s parents to take me to the physical therapist twice weekly for 6 weeks. Because I didn’t have a car, I couldn’t afford to Uber, and there was no one else.
I got better, but not good. I’m still struggling. I can’t go up my steps. I also developed moderate/severe carpal tunnel at the same time as my ankle getting fucked. Everything is tiring and difficult. And my mom keeps asking my to walk her monster dog, which makes everything worse, because she wants to keep me under her thumb.
I have a car now. I have a job that’s mostly sitting 4 days a week, so I have a little bit of money, enough for doctors visits & groceries. But I’m tired.
I’m here, I’m still fighting, but I’m tired and struggling to accept that I’m physically disabled. I already knew that I had a number of non-physical disabilities, I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to really accept that it’s more now. I mean I know why, because our social worth is ‘productivity’ based and I can’t do that anymore.
It would be so much easier if people understood that disabled doesn’t have a look. That it doesn’t matter that I’m young & have a smaller build, my body doesn’t give a shit about any of that, my joints are fucked up regardless of how old I am, how I look, or feel about it. 🙃
And it’s looking like I might have to up the doctor schedule a bit because my foot is now going numb. Just what I needed. /s 🙏
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I don’t have an official diagnosis. I have had a doctor suggest ED as a strong possibility because of a number of health problems that have cropped up (always been there, but just gotten bad enough to severely inhibit mobility to the point my medical-gaslit-ass dragged myself to the doctor…a lot of them…because this is the worst game of telephone ever).
In the past 2 years, I have only started realizing how much hypermobility & subsequently chronic pain affect my quality of life and ability to perform simple self care like dishes, laundry, bathing, etc.
This morning I realized my toe was super sore and stiff. So I thought it needed to stretch (stupid in hindsight). And now I’m 95% sure that it is some flavor of dislocated…because it’s bent weird (subtle for anyone who isn’t me), it’s numb, it doesn’t move like the other one does, and it’s sending weird pain & weakness up all the way to the outside of my knee, causing it to buckle. I think it was dislocated beforehand, but I accidentally made it worse.
I’m afraid of going to the doctor to be gaslit once again. I’ve had to stop seeing 3 separate physical therapists because they dismissed my issue, acted condescending, and only replied to my questions/concerns with platitudes & acted like I was perfectly healthy and they were simply humoring me.
I’m trans, queer, autistic, & soft spoken. I have enough issues with communicating clearly as is, it’s infuriating to have to seek out help I so desperately need over and over and over again. I’m entirely financially reliant on my mother because I can’t hold down a job. I can’t stand up in the shower, I can’t bathe, do dishes, take out trash, do laundry, etc. nearly as often as I’d prefer (and is healthy). And my family doesn’t believe me. And my doctors are evasive.
I’m not giving up, I’m getting through it with gritted teeth and a bit more Ibuprofen than is recommended like I always have, but goddamned if I am not exhausted.
And angry, and so upset that I can’t do the things I want to do like see friends and respond to texts because of how much of my energy just goes into functioning on less than the bare minimum.
I’m going to bother all the right ppl until I find someone who listens, but fucking hell this sucks. I have a stupid high pain tolerance because of all the shit my body does on the regular, migraines so bad I throw up
So it makes it really hard to find anyone who will listen. I say pain and they hear drug seeker. I don’t even want any pain killers for a number of other physical & mental health reasons. I just want a diagnosis and some fucking help. Physical therapists who know how to work with someone with hypermobility.
I’m just so angry and disgusted and sad I’m spending so much time asking for anyone to listen to the words coming out of my mouth instead of making a laundry list of assumptions about me & my body that’s somehow boils down to being treated as subhuman. I’d never dream of treating my worst enemy half as bad as I’ve been treated by doctors.
So I guess any advice/ words of encouragement would be appreciated.
I’m 23, and I used to be active (not as much or as consistently as I’d prefer, but like I could do a 5 mile steep hilly hike with minimal/moderate soreness the next few days). I was the most active I’ve ever been in the year of 2020, had a house working job. I was doing anywhere from 10,000-30,000 steps a day, and I was tired, but I was functional (no serious mobility issues, able to complete everyday tasks/chores with relative ease).
During that year I sprained my ankle and it didn’t present as a classic sprain (minimal bruising/swelling to where it was almost unnoticeable & able to move almost normally—even though it was excruciating—). I begged my mom to take me to the doctor and she gaslit me, guilted me about money, asked family members who work in healthcare over the phone about it while completely minimizing the pain I was in. So I dropped it. She made me feel stupid and weak because she’s miserably insecure & can’t emotionally regulate herself without lashing out at everything & everyone around her.
I worked my super active job on a sprained ankle for months. I was in debilitating pain for 3 months after, my ankle would stop working and my leg would give out, but I didn’t know what to do. So I didn’t do anything. It eventually felt better bit by bit until the symptoms came and went. Until my ankle was unreliable but passable to walk & work on.
I moved away for college and got more sedentary in 2021. My ankle kept the on again off again symptoms until my dad died in 2021 & I was so depressed it was all I could do to feed myself, take a shower every 3-4 days, and attend my classes. Then the symptoms came & didn’t go away one day. And I tried to stay off my feet but they kept getting worse. I was nearly bed-bound by 2022, in so much I couldn’t sleep more than 2-4 hours at a time, and I finally sought help. I had to ask my roommate’s parents to take me to the physical therapist twice weekly for 6 weeks. Because I didn’t have a car, I couldn’t afford to Uber, and there was no one else.
I got better, but not good. I’m still struggling. I can’t go up my steps. I also developed moderate/severe carpal tunnel at the same time as my ankle getting fucked. Everything is tiring and difficult. And my mom keeps asking my to walk her monster dog, which makes everything worse, because she wants to keep me under her thumb.
I have a car now. I have a job that’s mostly sitting 4 days a week, so I have a little bit of money, enough for doctors visits & groceries. But I’m tired.
I’m here, I’m still fighting, but I’m tired and struggling to accept that I’m physically disabled. I already knew that I had a number of non-physical disabilities, I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to really accept that it’s more now. I mean I know why, because our social worth is ‘productivity’ based and I can’t do that anymore.
It would be so much easier if people understood that disabled doesn’t have a look. That it doesn’t matter that I’m young & have a smaller build, my body doesn’t give a shit about any of that, my joints are fucked up regardless of how old I am, how I look, or feel about it. 🙃
And it’s looking like I might have to up the doctor schedule a bit because my foot is now going numb. Just what I needed. /s 🙏
2024.05.17 00:32 MissDeadite I don't intend to scare anyone, but I believe I suffered a retaliation 2 nights ago after my prayers.
Hello wonderful people, this is my first day on this subreddit. I almost shared this somewhere else but something kept deleting my drafts (Reddit lags after typing for a while so I have to save a draft and retype). Anyway, I think the reason for that was so I would stumble upon here today, because I stumble upon here today from a place I joined only yesterday to potentially post my experience. I guess I'll find out if it was really meant to be when I save my first draft of this post.
Either way, let me get started with a little background. I know it's going to be a long post as it is and I apologize, but as a polytheist it's imperative I give some sort of context for this as it's widely misinterpreted by even my fellow polytheists. If you don't wish to read about the religion portion of this post I'll mark it so you can skip to the second dividing line as seen below:
My choice in coining my religious views as simply "Polytheist" is because it removes a lot of perceptions people have it when they initially hear it named such as "Pagan." I don't merely worship "the old gods". Long story short, I don't just believe these gods existed and still exist, but I know they do. I don't necessarily know if my human mind can comprehend them as anything but "a god or goddess", and I agree there's a strong chance they may be something else other than what the words "god and goddess" makes our minds draw a conclusion to about what that means.
I am not entirely anonymous in this post, but for those who may know who I am I do wish you please leave that out of this, but I work for a company that, since I first started my polytheistic journey this past winter, took notice. Take that to mean whatever you think it does, but that's not important. What's important is it not only has reinforced my beliefs, due to having been noticed by fellow and sympathetic believers, but it has catapulted a certain understanding of why my prayers have been working and why such a formerly prosaic minded individual such as myself could accept something so... foreign to everything I had ever known.
It started with prayers to Athena. I had an OBE of sorts, but she spoke to me within my own mind. And before people go thinking it was my imagination, trust me: you'd know it wasn't if it happened to you. It's indescribable and the empowerment from it was borderline overpowering. To have the entire foundation of your life and your perceived place in the world overnight is something I feel I can finally share with those who understand. And before I continue I just want to give an explanation that my polytheism is not simply Hellenic due to my prayers to Athena.
Our ancestors weren't stupid, even at the start of our current world understanding of the religions they practiced. They prayed who they prayed to for a reason. And one of the thing that is always so misunderstood is that "none of them can possibly be true" because their stories, while similar, have deviations and not all the gods and goddesses line up. That idea in itself is the most untrue part of this understanding of these religions. The Abrahamic religions sort of threw a wrench into this understanding as the texts of those religions are taught to be more literal, but in terms of polytheism of old there's a distinction between the mythological stories and the religious practice. The mythos is allegory, and they're stories told to venerate the gods and goddesses. And sometimes, such as the case with Zeus, they're later reinterpreted to condemn them by a certain Latin writer I won't name. I don't want to stray too far off topic and would like to wrap this portion up or else I'll never get to what happened to me. If anyone is still wondering, I mostly worship the syncretic deities in relation to Athena (the Latin Minerva, the Egyptian Neith as well as those slightly out of her realm but somewhat related to: Egyptian Anubis and Thoth).
Without further adieu, here's what happened 2 days ago:
I was sitting in my car after a rough week... night... few months. Whatever, it's been rough for a while. I'm feeling mentally and emotionally exhausted not just with things going on in my life, but I almost felt the weight of everyone else's pain and anger on my own shoulders. I was thoroughly upset that we as a species are subjected to be surrounded by such hate, and spite, and pain and horrible suffering. Even if a lot of us don't go through it, everyone feels the effects of it. The world is designed around hate and pain and suffering. Sure, we love and we can experience amazing things in this life, but it's tainted. We shouldn't have to endure things this way. That's just an excuse we tell ourselves to keep us sane in a pretty corrupt, tainted society. Planet, even. And I voice all these concerns to all of those which I worship and said a deep prayer to them. But I didn't stop there. Then I had an idea.
I know everyone has a different interpretation of their reality around them. It's all based on what we can experience, after all. But in my time I have spent researching what many call the... more... I don't want to incorrectly name this, but the more... wild part of the phenomenon surrounding non-human intelligences and our place in the universe. In my time researching this both before and after my first religious experience, I think I have a pretty rough idea of the cause of this. I don't know what it really truly is, but I feel a fitting name for it is simple "the evil". Whatever it is, it's not good natured. It does not have our best interests in heart. In my time of attempting remote viewing and astral projection, both before and since my religious experience, I've had an experience with... something not nice. And my idea was...
I don't have anything left to lose. I'm going to call them out on their faults... wherever and whatever they actually are. So, I said my prayers to those I worship and I added an addendum to it. I said (paraphrasing), "Lady's Athena, Minerva, Neith and Lord's Anubis and Thoth... I seek your strength, wisdom, understanding and protection as I do something which is probably very stupid. If I say something and am harmed, at least I tried, but if I say and try nothing then I've done nothing but fail."
It was a quiet desert night in my little neighborhood. It's a gated community and we don't deal with any nonsense just about... ever, really. And I sat in my car, prayer beads for Anubis, Minerva, Athena and Neith in my hands, and necklaces for Athena, Neith and Thoth displayed around my neck and...
I called "the evil" out. I spoke out everything I thought about it. And even as I sat there in my car, I felt strong and resilient and most definitely not alone. In two ways. Inside my being I felt those I worship with all the love I have to give, and staring through it all I felt something else. I had to regularly open my eyes to check I was not alone in my car. First I would feel it on my car seat next to me. Sometimes I would feel it sitting behind me staring at me. Sometimes I would feel it sitting in the middle of the backseat staring at me through the rear view mirror. But every time I checked, nothing was there. I did not waiver and I said all I had to say until I could think of nothing else.
I told it I thought it was pathetic. That I knew the only thing here that should be scared is it be scared of us. I told it that it's lazy and selfish for trying to hold us down because it's scared of what we can be than do the hard thing and help us be better than it can ever be. I called it shortsighted. Whatever pathetic bombastic rhetoric it has in mind is a disgrace to all that can exist anywhere, anyplace and at anytime. And I kissed my prayer beads, said another short prayer. I kissed all my necklaces, and against all instincts I had to run from my car back into my house crying... I firmly locked my car doors, walked steady and strong with head-up, and without looking back to my front door. The impenetrable eyes beaming through the back of my body didn't waver me and I went inside. An hour later I was asleep. I had no dreams or anything out of the ordinary happen once I walked in my door.
But then the next morning came. I took my trash out the side-door of my house as my community has a strict rule of keeping them hidden aside from trash-night, when I got a weird glance from my neighbor. I waved and was a bit confused when he just gave me a weird nod and opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing. I shook it off, went back inside, and went to gather my things to go get some Starbucks before I started my work day. I walked out my front door, locking it behind me of course, and unlocked my car with the fob. When I go to open the car door, I find it's already ajar. In fact, all four of them appear slightly ajar. My glovebox is open. The papers inside strewn everywhere on the floor. My car seat covers are lifted up off the seat. My little cover thing I use for spare change/random stuff below the dash was wide open had its contents spilling onto the floor and into my cup holders. My center console was flipped the whole way open, the emergency napkins and feminine products ripped open and shoved back in.
So I turn around and look at my other car. The same exact thing. Finally my neighbor from earlier comes out front to greet me and he says "who'd you piss off?" Long story short, I told him I had no idea but I didn't tell him that I think I had a good hunch. I filed a police report as recommended by the authority running our little community. They took their pictures and all that and left. I haven't heard anything and don't expect to. We all have cameras on our property, but we have a rule to point them all down so we're not affecting each other's privacy. There was no disturbances detected and I parked my cars slightly too far back to see anything but the hood and part of the dash. We had hoped to see any doors opening, but no such luck. That's fine, I don't think I really need a prosaic explanation from the police. Unless an intruder, which never happens in our community (none of my neighbors recall anything like a break in at all either, even those that have lived here for much longer than the few years I have), got into the back of my car to climb through it without rocking it and also disturbing the motion sensor light on the front my house... which I understand is not impossible, but I'll continue to have my serious doubts about that... especially considering nothing was stolen at all including a set of earrings my grandmother gave me which I forgot I had in my other car... out in the open for the taking. Yet there they still say in the center cup holder.
Anyway, think what you will but the timing is almost too perfect to me. I think I have a good reason to know what might've happened. Something picked an unassuming way of letting me know without tipping anyone off that... well, I think something let me know that it can get to me if it wants to. Maybe it's a bluff, maybe it's not. But what I do know is that while it won't be today, and I don't think it'll be tomorrow; I'm not going to stop. I'd rather have something horrible happen to me and live or die in agony than sit back knowing maybe feigning ignorance in the face of nothing to lose is more cowardly than them. I refuse to accept that. I refuse to accept the hardships of this life. Things don't have to be this way. Something out there is forcing it to be this way.
Anyway, I appreciate anyone who reads this and hope to at the very least inspire fellow experiencers to be brave in the face of something that's insidious.
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Either way, let me get started with a little background. I know it's going to be a long post as it is and I apologize, but as a polytheist it's imperative I give some sort of context for this as it's widely misinterpreted by even my fellow polytheists. If you don't wish to read about the religion portion of this post I'll mark it so you can skip to the second dividing line as seen below:
I am not entirely anonymous in this post, but for those who may know who I am I do wish you please leave that out of this, but I work for a company that, since I first started my polytheistic journey this past winter, took notice. Take that to mean whatever you think it does, but that's not important. What's important is it not only has reinforced my beliefs, due to having been noticed by fellow and sympathetic believers, but it has catapulted a certain understanding of why my prayers have been working and why such a formerly prosaic minded individual such as myself could accept something so... foreign to everything I had ever known.
It started with prayers to Athena. I had an OBE of sorts, but she spoke to me within my own mind. And before people go thinking it was my imagination, trust me: you'd know it wasn't if it happened to you. It's indescribable and the empowerment from it was borderline overpowering. To have the entire foundation of your life and your perceived place in the world overnight is something I feel I can finally share with those who understand. And before I continue I just want to give an explanation that my polytheism is not simply Hellenic due to my prayers to Athena.
Our ancestors weren't stupid, even at the start of our current world understanding of the religions they practiced. They prayed who they prayed to for a reason. And one of the thing that is always so misunderstood is that "none of them can possibly be true" because their stories, while similar, have deviations and not all the gods and goddesses line up. That idea in itself is the most untrue part of this understanding of these religions. The Abrahamic religions sort of threw a wrench into this understanding as the texts of those religions are taught to be more literal, but in terms of polytheism of old there's a distinction between the mythological stories and the religious practice. The mythos is allegory, and they're stories told to venerate the gods and goddesses. And sometimes, such as the case with Zeus, they're later reinterpreted to condemn them by a certain Latin writer I won't name. I don't want to stray too far off topic and would like to wrap this portion up or else I'll never get to what happened to me. If anyone is still wondering, I mostly worship the syncretic deities in relation to Athena (the Latin Minerva, the Egyptian Neith as well as those slightly out of her realm but somewhat related to: Egyptian Anubis and Thoth).
I was sitting in my car after a rough week... night... few months. Whatever, it's been rough for a while. I'm feeling mentally and emotionally exhausted not just with things going on in my life, but I almost felt the weight of everyone else's pain and anger on my own shoulders. I was thoroughly upset that we as a species are subjected to be surrounded by such hate, and spite, and pain and horrible suffering. Even if a lot of us don't go through it, everyone feels the effects of it. The world is designed around hate and pain and suffering. Sure, we love and we can experience amazing things in this life, but it's tainted. We shouldn't have to endure things this way. That's just an excuse we tell ourselves to keep us sane in a pretty corrupt, tainted society. Planet, even. And I voice all these concerns to all of those which I worship and said a deep prayer to them. But I didn't stop there. Then I had an idea.
I know everyone has a different interpretation of their reality around them. It's all based on what we can experience, after all. But in my time I have spent researching what many call the... more... I don't want to incorrectly name this, but the more... wild part of the phenomenon surrounding non-human intelligences and our place in the universe. In my time researching this both before and after my first religious experience, I think I have a pretty rough idea of the cause of this. I don't know what it really truly is, but I feel a fitting name for it is simple "the evil". Whatever it is, it's not good natured. It does not have our best interests in heart. In my time of attempting remote viewing and astral projection, both before and since my religious experience, I've had an experience with... something not nice. And my idea was...
I don't have anything left to lose. I'm going to call them out on their faults... wherever and whatever they actually are. So, I said my prayers to those I worship and I added an addendum to it. I said (paraphrasing), "Lady's Athena, Minerva, Neith and Lord's Anubis and Thoth... I seek your strength, wisdom, understanding and protection as I do something which is probably very stupid. If I say something and am harmed, at least I tried, but if I say and try nothing then I've done nothing but fail."
It was a quiet desert night in my little neighborhood. It's a gated community and we don't deal with any nonsense just about... ever, really. And I sat in my car, prayer beads for Anubis, Minerva, Athena and Neith in my hands, and necklaces for Athena, Neith and Thoth displayed around my neck and...
I called "the evil" out. I spoke out everything I thought about it. And even as I sat there in my car, I felt strong and resilient and most definitely not alone. In two ways. Inside my being I felt those I worship with all the love I have to give, and staring through it all I felt something else. I had to regularly open my eyes to check I was not alone in my car. First I would feel it on my car seat next to me. Sometimes I would feel it sitting behind me staring at me. Sometimes I would feel it sitting in the middle of the backseat staring at me through the rear view mirror. But every time I checked, nothing was there. I did not waiver and I said all I had to say until I could think of nothing else.
I told it I thought it was pathetic. That I knew the only thing here that should be scared is it be scared of us. I told it that it's lazy and selfish for trying to hold us down because it's scared of what we can be than do the hard thing and help us be better than it can ever be. I called it shortsighted. Whatever pathetic bombastic rhetoric it has in mind is a disgrace to all that can exist anywhere, anyplace and at anytime. And I kissed my prayer beads, said another short prayer. I kissed all my necklaces, and against all instincts I had to run from my car back into my house crying... I firmly locked my car doors, walked steady and strong with head-up, and without looking back to my front door. The impenetrable eyes beaming through the back of my body didn't waver me and I went inside. An hour later I was asleep. I had no dreams or anything out of the ordinary happen once I walked in my door.
But then the next morning came. I took my trash out the side-door of my house as my community has a strict rule of keeping them hidden aside from trash-night, when I got a weird glance from my neighbor. I waved and was a bit confused when he just gave me a weird nod and opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing. I shook it off, went back inside, and went to gather my things to go get some Starbucks before I started my work day. I walked out my front door, locking it behind me of course, and unlocked my car with the fob. When I go to open the car door, I find it's already ajar. In fact, all four of them appear slightly ajar. My glovebox is open. The papers inside strewn everywhere on the floor. My car seat covers are lifted up off the seat. My little cover thing I use for spare change/random stuff below the dash was wide open had its contents spilling onto the floor and into my cup holders. My center console was flipped the whole way open, the emergency napkins and feminine products ripped open and shoved back in.
So I turn around and look at my other car. The same exact thing. Finally my neighbor from earlier comes out front to greet me and he says "who'd you piss off?" Long story short, I told him I had no idea but I didn't tell him that I think I had a good hunch. I filed a police report as recommended by the authority running our little community. They took their pictures and all that and left. I haven't heard anything and don't expect to. We all have cameras on our property, but we have a rule to point them all down so we're not affecting each other's privacy. There was no disturbances detected and I parked my cars slightly too far back to see anything but the hood and part of the dash. We had hoped to see any doors opening, but no such luck. That's fine, I don't think I really need a prosaic explanation from the police. Unless an intruder, which never happens in our community (none of my neighbors recall anything like a break in at all either, even those that have lived here for much longer than the few years I have), got into the back of my car to climb through it without rocking it and also disturbing the motion sensor light on the front my house... which I understand is not impossible, but I'll continue to have my serious doubts about that... especially considering nothing was stolen at all including a set of earrings my grandmother gave me which I forgot I had in my other car... out in the open for the taking. Yet there they still say in the center cup holder.
Anyway, think what you will but the timing is almost too perfect to me. I think I have a good reason to know what might've happened. Something picked an unassuming way of letting me know without tipping anyone off that... well, I think something let me know that it can get to me if it wants to. Maybe it's a bluff, maybe it's not. But what I do know is that while it won't be today, and I don't think it'll be tomorrow; I'm not going to stop. I'd rather have something horrible happen to me and live or die in agony than sit back knowing maybe feigning ignorance in the face of nothing to lose is more cowardly than them. I refuse to accept that. I refuse to accept the hardships of this life. Things don't have to be this way. Something out there is forcing it to be this way.
Anyway, I appreciate anyone who reads this and hope to at the very least inspire fellow experiencers to be brave in the face of something that's insidious.
2024.05.17 00:31 letstalkaboutsax A Letter to You All
This year has been one of the worst of my life. After I suffered years worth of horrendous abuse by birth family, I have finally escaped and am surrounded by people who love me. I have a chosen family now who openly call me their daughter and my best friend of 20 years is now my brother, just like it was meant to be. I have promised that kid for years that I will be right next door someday, but now I live in the *room* right next to him. These people have lived in squalor for all their lives, but they took me in without question or expectations outside of their wants for me to be happy and safe. They came all the way from Texas to break me out of my prison in Indiana - and for the first few months I was here, it was paradise. I live with two incredibly loving parents, my brother, and their two amazing grandchildren whom came to us after a family tragedy. I've had the time of my life, being a "mom". Those kids are everything to me - it's been a dream to become part of this family. We have had to go without a lot, but the material things just don't matter if they are with me.
I have always been a little sickly, but until this year, I was still able-bodied enough to work, to care for my family, and to keep our household afloat. In 2020, I caught Covid and since then, my health slowly declined. The virus kicked Multiple Sclerosis and a bingo-card's worth of autoimmune disorders into hyperdrive. At the tail end of October and beginning of November of last year, I started to become gravely ill. I was hospitalized in the ICU for my first visit and have been admitted twice for a few days since then due to severe dehydration from not being able to tolerate water. I've recently been diagnosed with a disease called Gastroparesis - which has paralyzed some nerves in my stomach: solid food will not longer empty out of my gut and it causes me to be sick. I have been on a liquid diet since November. I can no longer work, eat solid food, and have immense trouble doing basic things like showering, laundry, even brushing my hair hurts. At my worst, I could not stand up off of the floor when I was on my hands and knees, or get out of my bed without someone picking me up. I started out at 210lbs and am now 114. I've (dramatically, I know) felt like I was going to die. I am only 29 and felt like 30 might not be in my cards.
While I was in the ICU, someone on my care team suggested that I reach out to groups on Reddit. I didn't expect much, as I know the world is in such a terrible state right now, but since the very second I asked for help, the outreach from all of you has been mind blowing and has not stopped since. I've met so many people with my diagnoses, I have made an incredibly amazing friend from someone who has helped me since I first fell so ill. I've connected with so many good people, that I now have so many people who support me that I have lost count: and they all came from Reddit. For anything I could possibly need help with, all I've had to do is ask, and someone has answered.
Protein shakes are so expensive - nearly 30 bucks for the premades and my family simply doesn't have the means to get them. There have been so many things I've needed, outside of the shakes, that this sub has given me without a single condition attached. The first wishlist I shared was completed. Someone has given me a bed, because I was sleeping on a thin foam pad with blankets. They've given me food, clothes, medicine... I have even been given so many treats simply because they thought it would bring a smile to my face. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and my kitty when I got here: you have all single-handed helped me begin my life anew in my forever home.
Today, I had to make a post requesting some protein shakes. In less than two hours, I had all that I asked for and someone even bought me a blender, so that I can invest in the powdered form of drinks instead of the premade formulas which are significantly cheaper, will last longer, and are realistically in my price range. I've sat here with tears in my eyes, just blown away by the generosity I was met with today as a continuation of the selflessness that is in abundance in this community. I should have more than enough to get me through until June, when I am supposed to get a drug called Reglan that will help me reintroduce solid food into my diet.
You are all so, so very amazing. I am not kidding when I say that this sub has kept me - and my family - alive. You've all taught me so much in lessons of kindness and generosity. I am looking around my room now and your care surrounds me. As soon as I am able, I will step on the other side of the fence and repay the kindness you have all so unconditionally extended. I've received so much helpful advice and support for so many things, that I can't even begin to put into words how thankful and lucky I am. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. If the world would unite like we do here, it would become heaven on Earth.
Y'all have no idea how thankful I truly am. Sorry for rambling, but you all deserve so much gratitude than words on a screen can express.
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I have always been a little sickly, but until this year, I was still able-bodied enough to work, to care for my family, and to keep our household afloat. In 2020, I caught Covid and since then, my health slowly declined. The virus kicked Multiple Sclerosis and a bingo-card's worth of autoimmune disorders into hyperdrive. At the tail end of October and beginning of November of last year, I started to become gravely ill. I was hospitalized in the ICU for my first visit and have been admitted twice for a few days since then due to severe dehydration from not being able to tolerate water. I've recently been diagnosed with a disease called Gastroparesis - which has paralyzed some nerves in my stomach: solid food will not longer empty out of my gut and it causes me to be sick. I have been on a liquid diet since November. I can no longer work, eat solid food, and have immense trouble doing basic things like showering, laundry, even brushing my hair hurts. At my worst, I could not stand up off of the floor when I was on my hands and knees, or get out of my bed without someone picking me up. I started out at 210lbs and am now 114. I've (dramatically, I know) felt like I was going to die. I am only 29 and felt like 30 might not be in my cards.
While I was in the ICU, someone on my care team suggested that I reach out to groups on Reddit. I didn't expect much, as I know the world is in such a terrible state right now, but since the very second I asked for help, the outreach from all of you has been mind blowing and has not stopped since. I've met so many people with my diagnoses, I have made an incredibly amazing friend from someone who has helped me since I first fell so ill. I've connected with so many good people, that I now have so many people who support me that I have lost count: and they all came from Reddit. For anything I could possibly need help with, all I've had to do is ask, and someone has answered.
Protein shakes are so expensive - nearly 30 bucks for the premades and my family simply doesn't have the means to get them. There have been so many things I've needed, outside of the shakes, that this sub has given me without a single condition attached. The first wishlist I shared was completed. Someone has given me a bed, because I was sleeping on a thin foam pad with blankets. They've given me food, clothes, medicine... I have even been given so many treats simply because they thought it would bring a smile to my face. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and my kitty when I got here: you have all single-handed helped me begin my life anew in my forever home.
Today, I had to make a post requesting some protein shakes. In less than two hours, I had all that I asked for and someone even bought me a blender, so that I can invest in the powdered form of drinks instead of the premade formulas which are significantly cheaper, will last longer, and are realistically in my price range. I've sat here with tears in my eyes, just blown away by the generosity I was met with today as a continuation of the selflessness that is in abundance in this community. I should have more than enough to get me through until June, when I am supposed to get a drug called Reglan that will help me reintroduce solid food into my diet.
You are all so, so very amazing. I am not kidding when I say that this sub has kept me - and my family - alive. You've all taught me so much in lessons of kindness and generosity. I am looking around my room now and your care surrounds me. As soon as I am able, I will step on the other side of the fence and repay the kindness you have all so unconditionally extended. I've received so much helpful advice and support for so many things, that I can't even begin to put into words how thankful and lucky I am. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. If the world would unite like we do here, it would become heaven on Earth.
Y'all have no idea how thankful I truly am. Sorry for rambling, but you all deserve so much gratitude than words on a screen can express.
2024.05.17 00:31 freakH3O I got my first sale of 10$ after marketing my app for a week.
 | I'm the creator of the app called https://closey.io it's essentially a platform to design dynamic sales scripts that you can read off a teleprompter when you are on cold calls. submitted by freakH3O to SideProject [link] [comments] Closey.io You can essentially navigate the whole script with your keyboard arrow presses and change the sales script in realtime based on how your customer responds i.e A Sales Script that moves along with the conversation. I saw that alot of videos where sales folks would have paragraphs on notion infront of them while they call potential clients and i felt like there should be a better way to organize this information. My approach to marketing early on was just spray and pray where i shared the platform across all relevant subreddits but didn't really have a lot of traction. I researched and found a way to "hack" growth without spending a dollar. Essentially i went on Linkedin and searched for posts that were within the last 24 hours and were relevant to the topic of cold calling, i would then check whether any of the comments or the OP themselves were struggling with cold calling and if their problems were something that my app could potentially help with and i would comment on their post explaining my value proposition To my surprise rather than being turned off by my shameless plug, people were extremely happy and really liked the idea of the app. My assumption is because this strategy targets potential customers with high intent, meaning that i'm only reaching out to folks who genuinely have this problem. After about a week of marketing my app like this on a daily basis, i was able to gain 100 unique visitors to my landing page and converted one user who is an outbound sales consultant and helps other sales teams optimize their processes, he really enjoyed the app and even said that he would recommend it to his clients. This gave me proof of concept and validated the idea (i had interest from other folks before but no one put money on the project). From here onwards i'm gonna scale things up and gonna directly reach out to folks via email marketing and just following my same strategy across multiple channels like youtube, reddit, tiktok etc. Key Takeway: In the start, do things that don't scale, manually go on social sites, lookup people who are facing your exact issue and reach out directly. The response has been amazing for me. Will keep you folks updated. |
2024.05.17 00:28 JNMILVenting JNMIL wants to meet for lunch to discuss our relationship
For the mother's day last weekend, JNMIL invited me, SO and our twin babies to lunch. I declined and told SO he can go alone, but I'll be home with the babies. MIL sent me a long email talking about how it is important for short term and long term development of children to be surrounded by nurturing relationships from their grandparents and how she knows that I want what's best for the kids, therefore I should reconsider coming to mother's day lunch. She also mentioned in the email that she hopes she's wrong, but feels as though there is a growing distance between us. I was pretty upset at her feigning ignorance after everything with comment about the growing distance, and the very blatant attempt at guilt tripping using my children to manipulate me to have her way. Of course she can't take a simple no for an answer.
I thought about ignoring her email completely, simply telling her I'm not going to spend my first mother's day around someone that does not respect me as a person or a mother, or writing out a long ass email explaining exactly why there isna distance between us. I ended up settling on a very polite "I respectfully decline, hope everyone has fun though. But you're right, there is a distance between us and I can explain why in another email if you wish." JNMIL has in the past accused me of not being open enough, so I figured this was she can't claim I attacked her for no reason or accuse me of not being open enough. If she wants to know, all she has to do is ask.
Well, she did not respond for a week and mother's day went really nice for me. SO went to see her for a short while for lunch, then me and him spent the rest of the day together with the kiddos. MIL and FIL passed on a card to me and I thought that was that.
Well, finally earlier this week MIL responded saying she'd like to talk in person and wants to go out for brunch somewhere together. I feel like I shouldn't decline this time, as then it's me being difficult and not even being willing to discuss things. Thing is, twin babies (well under a year old, being vague for privacy) are hard and I'd be leaving them both with my husband alone during the day when they're most active. One of them has also been having tummy issues and has been extra screamy lately. SO says he doesn't mind watching them both, but usually he only watches them both alone for only a portion of the night (we do shifts) when they're asleep or at least one of them is asleep for most of the time, so I'm not sure he's fully aware what he's signing himself up for. Quite frankly, I also just don't want to waste my time, between work and taking care of the babies, I've learned to really treasure my free time. Now I'm supposed to waste time driving somewhere, waiting for a food order, and waste time with her. I also know she's just going to try to manipulate me, make underhanded comments, pretend to be completely unaware of her boundary stomping, etc. it's just going to be such a waste of time at best, and more likely dealing with a bunch of underhanded insults from her. But I feel like I need to at least pretend to be open minded because I don't think SO really believes how badly she really treats me, and how much of it is intentional. So I kind of want to show him that I am willing to be civil. If she does end up using the time to throw some backhanded compliments or other subtle or unsubtle insuts, while we are at a restaurant, I'd basically be stuck there until the bill which sounds like torture. She may also come in hoping to try to manipulate me to spend more time with the kids or try to convince me the fact that I'm willing to stand up to her shows that I'm really suffering from PPD.
So, I'm not sure what to do. I considered inviting her over instead, but I don't actually want her in my house and am afraid she'll take it as an open invitation to invite herself over whenever she wants in the future. She tends to "misinterpret" these types of things. It might still be a better option to being stuck in a restaurant. Not sure what the best course or action would be here.
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I thought about ignoring her email completely, simply telling her I'm not going to spend my first mother's day around someone that does not respect me as a person or a mother, or writing out a long ass email explaining exactly why there isna distance between us. I ended up settling on a very polite "I respectfully decline, hope everyone has fun though. But you're right, there is a distance between us and I can explain why in another email if you wish." JNMIL has in the past accused me of not being open enough, so I figured this was she can't claim I attacked her for no reason or accuse me of not being open enough. If she wants to know, all she has to do is ask.
Well, she did not respond for a week and mother's day went really nice for me. SO went to see her for a short while for lunch, then me and him spent the rest of the day together with the kiddos. MIL and FIL passed on a card to me and I thought that was that.
Well, finally earlier this week MIL responded saying she'd like to talk in person and wants to go out for brunch somewhere together. I feel like I shouldn't decline this time, as then it's me being difficult and not even being willing to discuss things. Thing is, twin babies (well under a year old, being vague for privacy) are hard and I'd be leaving them both with my husband alone during the day when they're most active. One of them has also been having tummy issues and has been extra screamy lately. SO says he doesn't mind watching them both, but usually he only watches them both alone for only a portion of the night (we do shifts) when they're asleep or at least one of them is asleep for most of the time, so I'm not sure he's fully aware what he's signing himself up for. Quite frankly, I also just don't want to waste my time, between work and taking care of the babies, I've learned to really treasure my free time. Now I'm supposed to waste time driving somewhere, waiting for a food order, and waste time with her. I also know she's just going to try to manipulate me, make underhanded comments, pretend to be completely unaware of her boundary stomping, etc. it's just going to be such a waste of time at best, and more likely dealing with a bunch of underhanded insults from her. But I feel like I need to at least pretend to be open minded because I don't think SO really believes how badly she really treats me, and how much of it is intentional. So I kind of want to show him that I am willing to be civil. If she does end up using the time to throw some backhanded compliments or other subtle or unsubtle insuts, while we are at a restaurant, I'd basically be stuck there until the bill which sounds like torture. She may also come in hoping to try to manipulate me to spend more time with the kids or try to convince me the fact that I'm willing to stand up to her shows that I'm really suffering from PPD.
So, I'm not sure what to do. I considered inviting her over instead, but I don't actually want her in my house and am afraid she'll take it as an open invitation to invite herself over whenever she wants in the future. She tends to "misinterpret" these types of things. It might still be a better option to being stuck in a restaurant. Not sure what the best course or action would be here.
2024.05.17 00:28 lashuser Tokyo hospital recommendations Ob-Gyn
As you can read I am searching for recommendations of a good hospital for OB- GYN in Tokyo specifically for c- section. In the past I had a child in a famous hospital in Tokyo by c- section, while the doctors were very good the "midwives " were terrible they treat me so hard and didn’t help me at all while I was recovering, they put me to clean and sterilize 🍼 and were really hard with the lactation situation, I couldn’t produce enough milk so I ask them for formula and they didn’t gave me anything my baby was starving and they didn’t care, they never let me rest at all it was really really hard. after I left I saw a lot of reviews like this so I know I’m not the only one. When I left I was really traumatized for the treatment I received so I don’t want to have another experience like this.
Thanks !
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Thanks !
2024.05.17 00:26 MrNobodyNeedSomebody 25 [M4F] #Massachussets/US/Online - I'll make you fall in love with me! ❤️
I'm that one charming, dashing, regal, elegant, revolutionary and an evolutionary specimen, one of a kind masterpiece who's going to rock your world with my humor, random energy bursts, lots of love and musicals to a point that the thought of me will be on your mind, in your heart and on your lips always even while you're awake and even as you sleep, even in your dreams.
You will get so addicted to me I swear that if you breakup with me someday you'll think "Damnnnn he was something!" 😂 (because I won't breakup with you but if you do, it won't be too easy to forget me lol)
What I'm looking for is someone as crazy as me to match my energy. Someone who will keep me fascinated all the time, stand by me through my happy and sad times and rock my world by being my better half. Two crazy people more crazy together make even crazier offspring.
Even if you're not that crazy I wanna say life's too short to wail over dramas and worry about everyday problems or even worse.
Sooo, wanna take a leap and get on this wild ride with me so that we make the most out of our lives laughing, crying, flirting, cuddling and exploring the world together forever? ❤️
This is me >>
https://imgur.com/a/x5Stlg7
Please add a pic to your message so that I know what you look like...just to add a face to the conversation so that I know what you look like...
Also I'm a Muslim if that matters.
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You will get so addicted to me I swear that if you breakup with me someday you'll think "Damnnnn he was something!" 😂 (because I won't breakup with you but if you do, it won't be too easy to forget me lol)
What I'm looking for is someone as crazy as me to match my energy. Someone who will keep me fascinated all the time, stand by me through my happy and sad times and rock my world by being my better half. Two crazy people more crazy together make even crazier offspring.
Even if you're not that crazy I wanna say life's too short to wail over dramas and worry about everyday problems or even worse.
Sooo, wanna take a leap and get on this wild ride with me so that we make the most out of our lives laughing, crying, flirting, cuddling and exploring the world together forever? ❤️
This is me >>
https://imgur.com/a/x5Stlg7
Please add a pic to your message so that I know what you look like...just to add a face to the conversation so that I know what you look like...
Also I'm a Muslim if that matters.
2024.05.17 00:26 MrNobodyNeedSomebody 25 [M4F] #Massachussets/US/Online - I'll make you fall in love with me! ❤️
I'm that one charming, dashing, regal, elegant, revolutionary and an evolutionary specimen, one of a kind masterpiece who's going to rock your world with my humor, random energy bursts, lots of love and musicals to a point that the thought of me will be on your mind, in your heart and on your lips always even while you're awake and even as you sleep, even in your dreams.
You will get so addicted to me I swear that if you breakup with me someday you'll think "Damnnnn he was something!" 😂 (because I won't breakup with you but if you do, it won't be too easy to forget me lol)
What I'm looking for is someone as crazy as me to match my energy. Someone who will keep me fascinated all the time, stand by me through my happy and sad times and rock my world by being my better half. Two crazy people more crazy together make even crazier offspring.
Even if you're not that crazy I wanna say life's too short to wail over dramas and worry about everyday problems or even worse.
Sooo, wanna take a leap and get on this wild ride with me so that we make the most out of our lives laughing, crying, flirting, cuddling and exploring the world together forever? ❤️
This is me >>
https://imgur.com/a/x5Stlg7
Please add a pic to your message so that I know what you look like...just to add a face to the conversation so that I know what you look like...
Also I'm a Muslim if that matters.
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You will get so addicted to me I swear that if you breakup with me someday you'll think "Damnnnn he was something!" 😂 (because I won't breakup with you but if you do, it won't be too easy to forget me lol)
What I'm looking for is someone as crazy as me to match my energy. Someone who will keep me fascinated all the time, stand by me through my happy and sad times and rock my world by being my better half. Two crazy people more crazy together make even crazier offspring.
Even if you're not that crazy I wanna say life's too short to wail over dramas and worry about everyday problems or even worse.
Sooo, wanna take a leap and get on this wild ride with me so that we make the most out of our lives laughing, crying, flirting, cuddling and exploring the world together forever? ❤️
This is me >>
https://imgur.com/a/x5Stlg7
Please add a pic to your message so that I know what you look like...just to add a face to the conversation so that I know what you look like...
Also I'm a Muslim if that matters.
2024.05.17 00:25 KungFuBonerPatrol My dad gave away my cat without telling me
I'm completely heartbroken and I need some perspective because I don't know if I'm overreacting or if I have a right to be this upset.
I’m a 17 year old guy, and two years ago, my parents got me Henry for my birthday, and it was like a dream come true. Henry was the most beautiful cat—he had soft gray fur, sparkling green eyes, and the sweetest personality. From the moment I held him, I knew he was the love of my life. I would do anything to make sure he was happy and healthy.
I brushed Henry's fur multiple times a day, sometimes for over an hour, to keep it silky and smooth. I used special brushes designed for sensitive cats and had a collection of grooming products to keep him looking perfect. I'd also give him weekly sponge baths with premium cat shampoo, massaging his fur to help him relax. Afterward, I'd blow-dry him on a low setting, making sure he stayed warm and fluffy. I even bought a heated towel to wrap him in after the bath to keep him cozy.
I set up a special corner in my room just for Henry, complete with a massive cat bed, plush cushions, and soft blankets. It was like his own little paradise. I put up fairy lights around the area to give it a magical feel and added a humidifier to keep the air moist. Henry had every kind of toy you could imagine, from feather wands to squeaky mice. I even got him a custom-built cat tree with multiple levels, tunnels, and a hammock. I wanted him to have the best of everything.
I'd give Henry massages every night after his sponge bath. I even bought a book on cat massage therapy to learn the best techniques for my handsome baby. I'd gently rub his shoulders, back, and legs, paying attention to his reactions to make sure he was comfortable. Sometimes I'd kiss him on the head, and yes, even on the lips because he was just so adorable. I'd whisper to him that he was the love of my life and my best friend.
Henry was more than just a pet to me—he was family. I spent more time with him than with my friends because he made me feel safe and loved. He had this way of looking at me that made everything okay. I called him "my sweet prince" because he deserved to be treated like royalty.
Then one day, I came home from school, and Henry was gone. I searched every inch of the house, called his name, and checked outside, but he wasn't there. My dad then told me that he rehomed Henry to a family friend because he thought I was too obsessed with the cat and it wasn't healthy. I was shocked and devastated. How could he do this without even talking to me first? I felt like a part of my heart had been ripped out.
My mom said maybe my dad went too far, but now it's too late. I cried for hours, and I can't even look at my dad without feeling betrayed. He says I can visit Henry, but it's not the same. It's like I've lost the love of my life, and I don't know how to move on.
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I’m a 17 year old guy, and two years ago, my parents got me Henry for my birthday, and it was like a dream come true. Henry was the most beautiful cat—he had soft gray fur, sparkling green eyes, and the sweetest personality. From the moment I held him, I knew he was the love of my life. I would do anything to make sure he was happy and healthy.
I brushed Henry's fur multiple times a day, sometimes for over an hour, to keep it silky and smooth. I used special brushes designed for sensitive cats and had a collection of grooming products to keep him looking perfect. I'd also give him weekly sponge baths with premium cat shampoo, massaging his fur to help him relax. Afterward, I'd blow-dry him on a low setting, making sure he stayed warm and fluffy. I even bought a heated towel to wrap him in after the bath to keep him cozy.
I set up a special corner in my room just for Henry, complete with a massive cat bed, plush cushions, and soft blankets. It was like his own little paradise. I put up fairy lights around the area to give it a magical feel and added a humidifier to keep the air moist. Henry had every kind of toy you could imagine, from feather wands to squeaky mice. I even got him a custom-built cat tree with multiple levels, tunnels, and a hammock. I wanted him to have the best of everything.
I'd give Henry massages every night after his sponge bath. I even bought a book on cat massage therapy to learn the best techniques for my handsome baby. I'd gently rub his shoulders, back, and legs, paying attention to his reactions to make sure he was comfortable. Sometimes I'd kiss him on the head, and yes, even on the lips because he was just so adorable. I'd whisper to him that he was the love of my life and my best friend.
Henry was more than just a pet to me—he was family. I spent more time with him than with my friends because he made me feel safe and loved. He had this way of looking at me that made everything okay. I called him "my sweet prince" because he deserved to be treated like royalty.
Then one day, I came home from school, and Henry was gone. I searched every inch of the house, called his name, and checked outside, but he wasn't there. My dad then told me that he rehomed Henry to a family friend because he thought I was too obsessed with the cat and it wasn't healthy. I was shocked and devastated. How could he do this without even talking to me first? I felt like a part of my heart had been ripped out.
My mom said maybe my dad went too far, but now it's too late. I cried for hours, and I can't even look at my dad without feeling betrayed. He says I can visit Henry, but it's not the same. It's like I've lost the love of my life, and I don't know how to move on.
2024.05.17 00:24 Prize-Mall-3839 [GA] [SFH] Beekeeping, HOA claiming violation when no Rules/Regs against it
Gerogia Law is bee friendly, and currently our covenants have nothing about bees. Board members are attempting to fine someone for an unapproved beehive, which the resident claims moved into a beehive they had sitting in the back yard, but there are no rules/regs specifically against bees. calling them a nuisance is a stretch, i've seen multiple kids playing/jumping on the trampoline in the back yard. the only person that complained about them has a pool in the back and complained during the early spring when the bees were probably more active. anyone have any knowledge/experience with ga laws, the resident is renting, and i hope the rental company fights it. i for one am against fining this home, as they might as well be fining someone for a wild colony moving in to a tree nearby.
other than the current ga code i can't find much else about this
O.C.G.A. § 2-14-41.1 2-14-41.1. Prohibition against restriction of honeybee production or maintenance. No county, ~municipal corporation~, consolidated government, or other political subdivision of this state shall adopt or continue in effect any ordinance, rule, regulation, or resolution prohibiting, impeding, or restricting the establishment or maintenance of honeybees in hives. This Code section shall not be construed to restrict the zoning authority of county or municipal governments.
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other than the current ga code i can't find much else about this
O.C.G.A. § 2-14-41.1 2-14-41.1. Prohibition against restriction of honeybee production or maintenance. No county, ~municipal corporation~, consolidated government, or other political subdivision of this state shall adopt or continue in effect any ordinance, rule, regulation, or resolution prohibiting, impeding, or restricting the establishment or maintenance of honeybees in hives. This Code section shall not be construed to restrict the zoning authority of county or municipal governments.
2024.05.17 00:23 MysteriousPassage523 Any "Panty Hunters" out there?
Hey, I'm new here. I was wondering if I am the only one that actively hunts for used panties "in the wild". I mean, I don't know other places, but in my city I usually walk to work and find 2-3 used thongs/bras, monthly, just lying on the streets wating to be picked up quickly. In fact in the last 3 days I found 2 thongs (Which I picked up) and a panty (Which I didn't but I plan to). I have some "regular" spots where people trash all kinds of clothes and I usually find some stuff around those places (But I keep an eye out everywhere just in case)
My theory is that people just discard those in the garbage cans. They are smelly, attracting the attention of street dogs. They sniff them, then break the garbage bags (many street dogs here and most people just do not have or do not use garbage storages), they grab them and walk away, like 100 or 150 meters, probably believing it's something they could eat. When they find out it's not they just leave it there. Usually when I spot one there's a very big chance I will walk by a ruptured garbage bag later (or before)
I always wash them, disinfect and keep them collected to have fun with them.
Some Bras can double as a garter Belt. I never found a garter belt but I'd love too. That and some pantyhose would be like the holy grail of a panty hunter.
So, anyone? Any questions?
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My theory is that people just discard those in the garbage cans. They are smelly, attracting the attention of street dogs. They sniff them, then break the garbage bags (many street dogs here and most people just do not have or do not use garbage storages), they grab them and walk away, like 100 or 150 meters, probably believing it's something they could eat. When they find out it's not they just leave it there. Usually when I spot one there's a very big chance I will walk by a ruptured garbage bag later (or before)
I always wash them, disinfect and keep them collected to have fun with them.
Some Bras can double as a garter Belt. I never found a garter belt but I'd love too. That and some pantyhose would be like the holy grail of a panty hunter.
So, anyone? Any questions?
2024.05.17 00:21 Winnie_Cocoshki I have found a weird way to cope with my abusive mother and it’s working surprisingly well
As you may know from my previous posts, my mother isn’t the best (sugar coating it) and over the last few days and weeks, I’ve found a way to deal with it.
I didn’t notice till right today that I’ve been kinda treating her like an elderly woman. Like she hasn’t got long left even though I’m the one that’s gonna leave her. I give her surface level interest on the things she does and that go on around her life. I don’t invest my feelings and thoughts into her odd and rude comments. It’s really helped and I’m surprisingly calmer.
I don’t feel bad for how I am treating her, I could be doing a lot worst and sometimes I feel like I should but thinking of her as just a lonely and elderly old woman who’s near her end makes it just a bit easier to live with what she put me through.
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I didn’t notice till right today that I’ve been kinda treating her like an elderly woman. Like she hasn’t got long left even though I’m the one that’s gonna leave her. I give her surface level interest on the things she does and that go on around her life. I don’t invest my feelings and thoughts into her odd and rude comments. It’s really helped and I’m surprisingly calmer.
I don’t feel bad for how I am treating her, I could be doing a lot worst and sometimes I feel like I should but thinking of her as just a lonely and elderly old woman who’s near her end makes it just a bit easier to live with what she put me through.
2024.05.17 00:20 Cavil561 UPDATE: My (m19) girlfriend (f20) has a history of making false pedophile accusations. What do I do?
I posted recently about my girlfriend, who upset me when she revealed that she used to lie about men being pedophiles for fun. It had upset me really badly, but I still love her, and I couldn't bring myself to end things.
But I still felt uncomfortable with the situation, so I went to some subreddits to ask what i can do to make myself feel better. Instead of psychological advice, people were adamant that I can’t simply try to ignore what she did, i need to dump her or else it will hurt me
I didn't know what to do, part of me knew they were speaking the truth but I didn't wanna accept it, so i just pretended I never made the posts. It did make me more cognizant of the way she was treating me however. Looking back I slowly realized a lot of things she had done to hurt me, but I just ignored because I love her
I asked her if she could try to improve on one of these things (initiating our conversations sometimes, because it gets annoying that its always my responsibility to try and interest her). Credit be given, she did, it wasn't a whole lot but it was certainly better. Then today, she told me she felt unappreciated, I haven't done enough to show my appreciation for how she was trying for me
I told her in the most polite way I possibly could that I didn't feel like I should be forced to say thank you for something like this. If she's treating me in a way I don't like, then I'm entitled to her trying to do better, that's the basics of being a good person. She went ape, claiming i didn't love her, just because I wasn't willing to thank her or apologize
Eventually it led back to her past of making false pedo accusations, when she got angry at me for not being over it. She claimed that because she was a teenager when she used to do it, she was owed forgiveness, that if I really loved her I would not care about the awful things she did
This was a moment of clarity; hearing her brazenly say that it didn't count cause she was a teen, I suddenly realized that she truly has no concept of personal accountability. Everything that the redditors said about her was correct, I've been blinded by my love
Long story short, we broke up, and I think I know what comes next. She has a lot of problems, including suicidal thoughts, and has attempted multiple times in the past. She was always telling me that she doesn't know how she'd live without me, that her life would be meaningless without me.
To be fair, I did the same thing, saying that I don't know how I could live without her. I've never attempted however, and she has. When she revealed her false accusations, I took a break from our relationship for a day, and when I took her back she revealed that she was planning to off herself
I have no doubt that she is about to die because of me, but theres nothing left I can do for her. I've compromised when she hurt me, been there when she needed me, and waited for her when she was in the mental hospital. Yet I don't love every single habit of hers, and she won't forgive me for it. She did this to herself and I'm done trying to protect her
As hurt as I am by everything that's happened, i want to thank Relationships & MentalHealth. They provided words of sanity that were able to guide me, and now I'm looking for a therapist to deal with the fallout of this relationship. I pray that my ex girlfriend is doing the same thing, and maybe I'm just being dramatic again
tl;dr: I fall in love with an awful person and spend too much time in denial
https://www.reddit.com/relationships/s/FN9ZGgtLE1
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But I still felt uncomfortable with the situation, so I went to some subreddits to ask what i can do to make myself feel better. Instead of psychological advice, people were adamant that I can’t simply try to ignore what she did, i need to dump her or else it will hurt me
I didn't know what to do, part of me knew they were speaking the truth but I didn't wanna accept it, so i just pretended I never made the posts. It did make me more cognizant of the way she was treating me however. Looking back I slowly realized a lot of things she had done to hurt me, but I just ignored because I love her
I asked her if she could try to improve on one of these things (initiating our conversations sometimes, because it gets annoying that its always my responsibility to try and interest her). Credit be given, she did, it wasn't a whole lot but it was certainly better. Then today, she told me she felt unappreciated, I haven't done enough to show my appreciation for how she was trying for me
I told her in the most polite way I possibly could that I didn't feel like I should be forced to say thank you for something like this. If she's treating me in a way I don't like, then I'm entitled to her trying to do better, that's the basics of being a good person. She went ape, claiming i didn't love her, just because I wasn't willing to thank her or apologize
Eventually it led back to her past of making false pedo accusations, when she got angry at me for not being over it. She claimed that because she was a teenager when she used to do it, she was owed forgiveness, that if I really loved her I would not care about the awful things she did
This was a moment of clarity; hearing her brazenly say that it didn't count cause she was a teen, I suddenly realized that she truly has no concept of personal accountability. Everything that the redditors said about her was correct, I've been blinded by my love
Long story short, we broke up, and I think I know what comes next. She has a lot of problems, including suicidal thoughts, and has attempted multiple times in the past. She was always telling me that she doesn't know how she'd live without me, that her life would be meaningless without me.
To be fair, I did the same thing, saying that I don't know how I could live without her. I've never attempted however, and she has. When she revealed her false accusations, I took a break from our relationship for a day, and when I took her back she revealed that she was planning to off herself
I have no doubt that she is about to die because of me, but theres nothing left I can do for her. I've compromised when she hurt me, been there when she needed me, and waited for her when she was in the mental hospital. Yet I don't love every single habit of hers, and she won't forgive me for it. She did this to herself and I'm done trying to protect her
As hurt as I am by everything that's happened, i want to thank Relationships & MentalHealth. They provided words of sanity that were able to guide me, and now I'm looking for a therapist to deal with the fallout of this relationship. I pray that my ex girlfriend is doing the same thing, and maybe I'm just being dramatic again
tl;dr: I fall in love with an awful person and spend too much time in denial
https://www.reddit.com/relationships/s/FN9ZGgtLE1
2024.05.17 00:20 yukiirooo Hackers in Valorant
Its crazy I queued up against a hacker last game. Does Riot's Vanguard anti hacker system even exist? It makes me doubt about their competency as a game. the hacker used Jett and it was traumatizing af that on the next games I was always paranoid if i would get queued up with a hacker.
Here are some Info about what the jett did: wall hacking, aim botting or hacking idk what its called.. Even if it was a smurf I wouldnt believe he/she was one cause LITERALLY THAT GUY SHOT THROUGH SMOKES AND FLASHES and we couldnt even do anything. I was using omen and even if paranoia did hit her she still went aiming like crazy getting an ace while getting debuffed. I'm just 2 weeks new in this game and this would be too impossible for a pro player to hit right?
I also have some questions for this
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Here are some Info about what the jett did: wall hacking, aim botting or hacking idk what its called.. Even if it was a smurf I wouldnt believe he/she was one cause LITERALLY THAT GUY SHOT THROUGH SMOKES AND FLASHES and we couldnt even do anything. I was using omen and even if paranoia did hit her she still went aiming like crazy getting an ace while getting debuffed. I'm just 2 weeks new in this game and this would be too impossible for a pro player to hit right?
I also have some questions for this
- Does it normally take time for devs to find out someone was hacking? we spam reported that person and its been 3 games no results were provided. I reported someone once for verbal abuse and that guy was chat banned immediately
- Will we get an RR refund for the loss?
2024.05.17 00:20 AD-2018 Which fish should I purchase next?
So I currently have a 12 Gal tank planted with a whole lot of shrimp and 4 male guppies
I did originally have 7, but over time, but as time has gone on unfortunately I have lost some.
Now, with the numbers lower, I have noticed my boys nipping at eachother. The one ended up with a torn tail, and although I tried to treat it, has led to finrot which I'm now also treating.
I know that male guppies should be kept in larger groups for this very reason, so should I get a few more of them, or should I just accept that this is a part of life and get other fish? I love my guppies, but equal I don't wanna be locked into having just guppies forever.
submitted by AD-2018 to Aquariums [link] [comments]
I did originally have 7, but over time, but as time has gone on unfortunately I have lost some.
Now, with the numbers lower, I have noticed my boys nipping at eachother. The one ended up with a torn tail, and although I tried to treat it, has led to finrot which I'm now also treating.
I know that male guppies should be kept in larger groups for this very reason, so should I get a few more of them, or should I just accept that this is a part of life and get other fish? I love my guppies, but equal I don't wanna be locked into having just guppies forever.
2024.05.17 00:20 IrisMarieRose Monthly Treats
I just received my add on order (not my box that is delayed) and I went to open my baa baa lamb Jerky bars and they are completely different than last months. Has anyone else experienced this? has anyone else noticed a change in the treats? these treats are usually soft and brown but this month they were tan and hard. and the person I'm talking to on the get help tab of the website has no response for why they are different this time (10 min no response). my lot number is 121925/1/1 (no they are not expired). my pup absolutely loves lamb and he isn't acting any different than he usually does when receiving these ones compared to the older ones but the change doesn't sit right with me.
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2024.05.17 00:18 TheMayaEdits [Store] 500+ Knives/Gloves - M9 Sapphire, Emerald BFK Emerald, Ruby Kara Emerald, Ruby, Sapphire Wild Lotus Howl Dragon Lore Desert Hydra Butterfly Gamma, Doppler, TT, Autotronic Kara Fade, Doppler, Gamma, Marble, TT M9 Fade, Doppler, TT Pandora, Hedge, Vice, Superconductor
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| Knives | Float & Notes | B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below) |
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| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.012 & Black Pearl | 2x ★ Butterfly Knife |
| ★ Flip Knife Doppler (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.075 & Ruby | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.27 | 3x ★ Karambit Slaughter (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 & 94% Faded | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.039 & 84% Faded | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & 82% Faded | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.020 | 4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 | 4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 & Phase 2 | 5x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.037 & 92% Faded | 4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.025 & 96% Faded | 4x ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Sapphire | 3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.006 & Sapphire | 3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.014 | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife | Float: 0.365 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.445 | 3x ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.026 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.049 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.027 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.042 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.060 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.047 & Phase 4 | 4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Phase 2 | 3x ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.042 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.028 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.356 | 3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.336 | 3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.297 | 3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.340 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.086 | 3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.127 | 3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Black Laminate (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.322 | 3x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.020 & Phase 1 & Clean corner | 3x ★ Talon Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.008 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.022 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Nomad Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & 90% Faded | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.013 & Phase 2 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.009 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.014 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.058 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Lore (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.27 | ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.010 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.011 & Phase 2 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife | Float: 0.262 | 3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife | Float: 0.506 | 3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.305 | 3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.011 | 3x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.146 | 3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.019 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.138 | 3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.124 | 3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New) | Float: 0.043 | 2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New) | Float: 0.049 | 2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.221 | 2x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.019 & Phase 1 | 2x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.429 | 2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit | Float: 0.162 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Night Stripe (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.056 & Phase 4 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 & Phase 2 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Phase 3 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife |
| ★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.013 & Emerald | ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.026 & Sapphire | ★ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.404 | 2x ★ Paracord Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.007 & Phase 4 | 2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.021 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Crimson Web (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.166 | 2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ Karambit Autotronic (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.707 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Classic Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.002 | 2x ★ Driver Gloves Black Tie (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.575 | 2x ★ Classic Knife |
| ★ Skeleton Knife Case Hardened (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.268 | 2x ★ Talon Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.400 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.028 & Phase 2 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 & Phase 1 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 & Phase 1 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.006 & Phase 3 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.013 & Phase 3 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Stained (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.440 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Talon Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.086 | 2x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Bright Water (Factory New) | Float: 0.047 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Stained (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 | 2x ★ Huntsman Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.008 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Huntsman Knife Lore (Factory New) | Float: 0.057 | ★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.022 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.027 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.028 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.041 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet | Float: 0.319 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Bayonet | Float: 0.694 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.241 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.149 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.187 | 2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife Stained (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.142 | 2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.508 | 2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| Gloves | Float & Notes | B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below) |
|---|---|---|
| ★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.36 | 3x ★ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Superconductor (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Vice (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.37 | 2x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.30 | 3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.131 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.084 | 3x ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.412 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.777 | 2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.750 | 2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.37 | 2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.36 | 2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.33 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.36 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| ★ Hand Wraps Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.136 | 2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.354 | 2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.283 | 2x ★ Bayonet Case Hardened (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Turtle (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.140 | ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.374 | ★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.391 | ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.316 | ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.288 | ★ M9 Bayonet Case Hardened (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.153 | ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.377 | ★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.374 | ★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Omega (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.768 | ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.129 | ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.384 | ★ Karambit Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.370 | ★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.366 | ★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Finish Line (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.281 | ★ Karambit Boreal Forest (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.387 | ★ Talon Knife |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.259 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.281 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.326 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.360 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.416 | ★ Talon Knife Case Hardened (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.704 | ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.416 | ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.355 | ★ Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| Weapon Skins | Float & Notes | B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below) |
|---|---|---|
| AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn) | 0.39 Float & Pattern #321 Blue Gem | 8x ★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| AWP Desert Hydra (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.14 | 4x ★ Karambit Freehand (Factory New) |
| AWP Medusa (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.20 & Skadoodle (Gold) | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| AWP Medusa (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.42 & Crown (Foil) | 4x ★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| AK-47 Hydroponic (Factory New) | Float: 0.054 | 3x ★ Driver Gloves King Snake (Field-Tested) |
| AK-47 Hydroponic (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.141 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| MP9 Wild Lily (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.088 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.250 | 2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.280 | 2x ★ Karambit Bright Water (Field-Tested) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.365 | ★ Karambit |
| M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New) | Float: 0.014 | ★ Bayonet Marble Fade (Factory New) |
| M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New) | Float: 0.025 | ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| Desert Eagle Blaze (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 | ★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| AK-47 Vulcan (Factory New) | Float: 0.061 | ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Well-Worn) |
| AWP Lightning Strike (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 | ★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| AWP Lightning Strike (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.074 | ★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.515 & IBP 2014 COL HOLO | ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.727 | ★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested) |
| AUG Akihabara Accept (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.431 | ★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested) |
| AWP Oni Taiji (Factory New) | Float: 0.048 | ★ Talon Knife |
| AK-47 Panthera onca (Factory New) | Float: 0.063 | ★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) |
2024.05.17 00:18 TheMayaEdits [Store] 500+ Knives/Gloves - M9 Sapphire, Emerald BFK Emerald, Ruby Kara Emerald, Ruby, Sapphire Wild Lotus Howl Dragon Lore Desert Hydra Butterfly Gamma, Doppler, TT, Autotronic Kara Fade, Doppler, Gamma, Marble, TT M9 Fade, Doppler, TT Pandora, Hedge, Vice, Superconductor
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| Knives | Float & Notes | B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below) |
|---|---|---|
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.012 & Black Pearl | 2x ★ Butterfly Knife |
| ★ Flip Knife Doppler (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.075 & Ruby | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.27 | 3x ★ Karambit Slaughter (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 & 94% Faded | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.039 & 84% Faded | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & 82% Faded | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.020 | 4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 | 4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 & Phase 2 | 5x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.037 & 92% Faded | 4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.025 & 96% Faded | 4x ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Sapphire | 3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.006 & Sapphire | 3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.014 | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife | Float: 0.365 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.445 | 3x ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.026 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.049 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.027 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.042 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.060 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.047 & Phase 4 | 4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Phase 2 | 3x ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.042 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.028 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.356 | 3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.336 | 3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.297 | 3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.340 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.086 | 3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.127 | 3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Black Laminate (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.322 | 3x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.020 & Phase 1 & Clean corner | 3x ★ Talon Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.008 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.022 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Nomad Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & 90% Faded | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.013 & Phase 2 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.009 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.014 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.058 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Lore (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.27 | ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.010 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.011 & Phase 2 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife | Float: 0.262 | 3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife | Float: 0.506 | 3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.305 | 3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.011 | 3x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.146 | 3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.019 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.138 | 3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.124 | 3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New) | Float: 0.043 | 2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New) | Float: 0.049 | 2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.221 | 2x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.019 & Phase 1 | 2x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.429 | 2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit | Float: 0.162 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Night Stripe (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.056 & Phase 4 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 & Phase 2 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Phase 3 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife |
| ★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.013 & Emerald | ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.026 & Sapphire | ★ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.404 | 2x ★ Paracord Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.007 & Phase 4 | 2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.021 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Crimson Web (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.166 | 2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ Karambit Autotronic (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.707 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Classic Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.002 | 2x ★ Driver Gloves Black Tie (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.575 | 2x ★ Classic Knife |
| ★ Skeleton Knife Case Hardened (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.268 | 2x ★ Talon Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.400 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.028 & Phase 2 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 & Phase 1 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 & Phase 1 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.006 & Phase 3 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.013 & Phase 3 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Stained (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.440 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Talon Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.086 | 2x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Bright Water (Factory New) | Float: 0.047 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Stained (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 | 2x ★ Huntsman Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.008 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Huntsman Knife Lore (Factory New) | Float: 0.057 | ★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.022 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.027 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.028 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.041 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet | Float: 0.319 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Bayonet | Float: 0.694 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.241 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.149 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.187 | 2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife Stained (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.142 | 2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.508 | 2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| Gloves | Float & Notes | B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below) |
|---|---|---|
| ★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.36 | 3x ★ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Superconductor (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Vice (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.37 | 2x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.30 | 3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.131 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.084 | 3x ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.412 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.777 | 2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.750 | 2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.37 | 2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.36 | 2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.33 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.36 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| ★ Hand Wraps Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.136 | 2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.354 | 2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.283 | 2x ★ Bayonet Case Hardened (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Turtle (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.140 | ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.374 | ★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.391 | ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.316 | ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.288 | ★ M9 Bayonet Case Hardened (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.153 | ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.377 | ★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.374 | ★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Omega (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.768 | ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.129 | ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.384 | ★ Karambit Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.370 | ★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.366 | ★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Finish Line (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.281 | ★ Karambit Boreal Forest (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.387 | ★ Talon Knife |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.259 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.281 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.326 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.360 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.416 | ★ Talon Knife Case Hardened (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.704 | ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.416 | ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.355 | ★ Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| Weapon Skins | Float & Notes | B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below) |
|---|---|---|
| AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn) | 0.39 Float & Pattern #321 Blue Gem | 8x ★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| AWP Desert Hydra (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.14 | 4x ★ Karambit Freehand (Factory New) |
| AWP Medusa (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.20 & Skadoodle (Gold) | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| AWP Medusa (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.42 & Crown (Foil) | 4x ★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| AK-47 Hydroponic (Factory New) | Float: 0.054 | 3x ★ Driver Gloves King Snake (Field-Tested) |
| AK-47 Hydroponic (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.141 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| MP9 Wild Lily (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.088 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.250 | 2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.280 | 2x ★ Karambit Bright Water (Field-Tested) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.365 | ★ Karambit |
| M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New) | Float: 0.014 | ★ Bayonet Marble Fade (Factory New) |
| M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New) | Float: 0.025 | ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| Desert Eagle Blaze (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 | ★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| AK-47 Vulcan (Factory New) | Float: 0.061 | ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Well-Worn) |
| AWP Lightning Strike (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 | ★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| AWP Lightning Strike (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.074 | ★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.515 & IBP 2014 COL HOLO | ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.727 | ★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested) |
| AUG Akihabara Accept (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.431 | ★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested) |
| AWP Oni Taiji (Factory New) | Float: 0.048 | ★ Talon Knife |
| AK-47 Panthera onca (Factory New) | Float: 0.063 | ★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) |
2024.05.17 00:17 Honeysyedseo How to Earn $3,000/Month Passively on Instagram in Just 60 Days
 | Everyone should own a faceless Instagram page that earns $3,000/mo passively. submitted by Honeysyedseo to foundonx [link] [comments] sadly, most people think it takes years to build. here’s how to do it in the next 60 days: for most people, $3k/mo is the “go full-time” number. living costs are covered can keep the lights on gf still gets sushi dinners. life is GOOD. and you can transition from [insert job you hate] to going full time on your biz. i remember how it felt replacing my 9-5 car sales income with theme page money back in 2019. it was ELECTRIC. like the world was mine & i could do anything i wanted. knew that feeling was a good indicator of where i should go. so i quit the 9-5, and never looked back. you can do the same. you don’t need to start a complex biz like dropshipping/ecom store. you don’t need to swap out 1 boss for 5 by starting an agency. start a faceless IG page, stay anonymous, keep it simple. here’s how: 1/ THE SETUPpick a niche come up with a name design a logo write a bio.BOOM, ur page is ready to go. most profitable niches are health, wealth, and relationships. I recommend mindset/investing (wealth) because there’s a big audience for it. don’t overthink the name/logo, just get it done. 2/ VIRAL CONTENTInstagram Account Reached Screenshotfind viral reels in your niche download them with snaptik/snapinsta add ur page branding give it a headline post 3-7 of these a day. you can also add in picture posts/carousels with relevant news, hacks, lessons, etc. most important = START & get in the habit of posting. 3/ MAKE MONEY3 ways to make money w/ faceless pages:
you’ll need 50k+ followers to sell ads. let’s run the numbers on what’s actually possible:.
REMEMBER:
4/ AUTOMATIONonce you're growing consistently & making sales, use the money to automate everything.document how you do everything hire a VA from http://onlinejobs.ph for $5/hr transition to them doing everything as you train them. now you have passive income. once first page is automated, you can work on turning one page into an EMPIRE of pages with millions of followers. i’ve been doing this for years, now i have an automated income stream that i invest in stocks/crypto to build real wealth. i’ve also developed a crazy skill stack… building faceless pages taught me content, human nature, mass psychology, sales, and how to manage people. all of which i’ve used to build 2 consecutive 7figure businesses in the last 3-4 years. anyone can do this & get rich from the internet. all u need is work ethic, grit, and the right info. Source |
2024.05.17 00:13 Inside_Definition758 Edits needed badly so it sounds less robotic and makes more sense!
So I wrote my own horror story in my own language problem is I translated it to English and it’s an incoherent mess here it is In the dimly lit tunnels of the underground bunker, the sound of muffled moans echoed off the cold concrete walls. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and blood, and a sense of dread hung heavy in the air. In one of the dark corners of the bunker, a group of men gathered around a twisted figure, bound and gagged on the floor. His eyes were wide with fear, and his body trembled with each sickening blow that was inflicted upon him. "Please, stop," he begged, tears streaming down his face. But the men surrounding him only laughed, their eyes wild with lust and cruelty. One of them stepped forward, his cock already hard and dripping with pre-cum. He grabbed the man's head and forced it down onto his shaft, thrusting deep into his throat. The man gagged and choked, but the man didn't care. He just kept fucking his face, relishing in the feeling of power and control. As the man was subjected to this brutal assault, the other men began to undress, exposing their hard cocks and eager balls. They took turns violating the man's body, shoving their cocks into every hole and orifice they could find. They spit and piss on him, degrading him in every way possible. But it didn't stop there. The men became more and more sadistic, mutilating the man's body in unimaginable ways. They cut and tore at his flesh, leaving deep, bloody wounds that would never heal. They shoved objects inside him, ripping and tearing at his insides. They burned and electrocuted him, leaving him in a state of constant agony. As the man lay there, broken and battered, the men stood over him, their cocks still hard and ready for more. They laughed and jeered, reveling in the sickening display of depravity they had just created. But the man's spirit was not broken. Despite the pain and suffering, he still fought, still struggled to survive. And as the men continued to violate him, he knew that he would never give up. He would never let them win. And so, the gruesome scene continued, the man's body reduced to a mere plaything for the sick and twisted minds of the men around him. But through it all, he held on, determined to survive, no matter what horrors he had to endure. In the end, the man was left a shell of his former self, his body mutilated and broken beyond repair. But even in his darkest moments, he held on to the hope that one day, he would be free from the sick and twisted world he was forced to live in. And as the men left him, lying in a pool of his own blood and filth, he knew that he would never forget the horrors he had endured. But he also knew that he would never give up, no matter what. Sahar was a fighter, and he would always be a fighter. Even in the darkest corners of the flesh garden, Sahar would never lose hope.
Sahar lay there, his body a mangled mess of cuts, bruises, and burns. He was barely conscious, but he could still hear the sickening sounds of his captors laughing and jeering as they violated his broken body. But then, something changed. The men around him suddenly fell silent, and Sahar could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. He tried to open his eyes, but they were too swollen and crusted with blood to see anything. But then, a voice spoke. It was deep and rough, with a hint of a foreign accent. "Enough," the voice said. "These men have suffered enough. It is time for them to be free." Sahar felt a hand on his shoulder, gently lifting him up. He groaned in pain, but the hand didn't let go. It guided him through the darkness, towards the sound of the voice. As they emerged from the shadows, Sahar could see a group of men standing before him. They were all battered and bruised, just like him, but they had a look of determination in their eyes. "We are the rebels," the leader of the group said. "And we are here to save you." Sahar couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had given up hope, but now, it seemed like there was a chance for him to escape this nightmare. The rebels quickly went to work, freeing Sahar and the other men from their bonds. They tended to their wounds, doing their best to ease their pain. But then, something unexpected happened. One of the rebels, a man named Kaden, approached one of the captor's bodies. He was still aroused, and he couldn't resist the temptation of the corpse. He began to violate the body, fucking it with a savage intensity. The other rebels watched in disgust, but Kaden didn't care. He was consumed by his lust, and he wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied. Sahar and the other rebels were repulsed by Kaden's actions, but they knew that they had to focus on their escape. They gathered their weapons and supplies, and prepared to make their way to the surface. As they emerged from the bunker, they were met with a world that was unrecognizable. The streets were filled with the sounds of gunfire and explosions, and the air was thick with smoke and the smell of death. But despite the chaos, the rebels pressed on. They fought their way through the streets, taking out any enemies that stood in their way. And in the end, they emerged victorious. They had escaped the bunker, and they had taken their revenge on their captors. But as they stood there, looking out at the ruined world around them, they knew that their fight was far from over. They would have to survive in this new, brutal world, and they would have to do whatever it took to stay alive. And so, they marched on, determined to make it in this new, fucked up world. They were the rebels, and they would never give up.
Sahar and the rebels had been on the run for weeks, desperate to find a safe haven in the post-apocalyptic wasteland. They had heard rumors of an abandoned research facility, one that was said to be producing something called "flesh gardens." Despite the warnings of other survivors, the rebels decided to investigate the facility. They were desperate for supplies, and they were willing to take the risk. As they approached the facility, they could hear the sound of strange, otherworldly creatures. They were unlike anything they had ever seen before, their bodies twisted and fused with plant matter. The rebels fought bravely, but they were no match for the creatures. They were torn apart, their bodies mutilated and violated in unspeakable ways. Sahar was captured by the creatures, and taken deep into the heart of the facility. There, he was subjected to horrific experiments, his body slowly transformed into a grotesque fusion of plant and flesh. The creatures took pleasure in torturing Sahar, violating him in every way imaginable. They cut and mutilated his genitals, leaving him in a state of constant agony. As the days passed, Sahar's body became more and more monstrous. He was no longer human, but a twisted hybrid of plant and flesh. Tentacles sprouted from his body, writhing and pulsing with a life of their own. The rebels eventually managed to escape the facility, but they left Sahar behind. They couldn't bear to watch as he was subjected to further torture and mutilation. Sahar was left to die, alone and in agony. His body was a twisted, monstrous abomination, a testament to the horrors that had been inflicted upon him.
The plant-men wasted no time in subjecting Sahar to their sick and twisted desires. They bound him with vines and roots, immobilizing him as they went to work on his body. With sharp thorns and saw-like leaves, they sliced and diced at his flesh, carving intricate patterns into his skin. They ripped and tore at his genitals, leaving him in a state of constant agony. They whipped him with vines, leaving deep welts and bruises on his skin. They electrocuted him with electric eels, sending jolts of pain coursing through his body. But the worst was yet to come. They inserted tentacles into every orifice of his body, violating him in the most unspeakable ways. They fucked him with their tentacles, leaving him raw and bleeding. As the days passed, Sahar's body became more and more monstrous. The mutated plants fused with his flesh, creating a grotesque hybrid of man and plant. His genitals were mutilated beyond recognition, his body a twisted mass of tentacles and plant matter. The rebels, meanwhile, had become obsessed with finding Sahar. They had heard rumors of his capture, and they couldn't rest until they had rescued him. They searched the wasteland for weeks, following every lead and clue. They fought off bandits and raiders, determined to reach their goal. Finally, they located Sahar's whereabouts. But they found themselves confronted by an army of flesh-plant hybrids, guarding his chamber. A brutal battle ensued as both sides fought for control over Sahar's body. The rebels used every weapon and tactic at their disposal, but the flesh-plant hybrids were relentless. In the end, the rebels emerged victorious. But they were horrified by what they saw. Sahar's body was a twisted and mutilated mess, his genitals barely recognizable. But it was too late. Sahar's body had become an incubator for countless more mutated creatures. They were waiting to be born into this twisted new world order, ruled by unnatural desires fueled by sexual violence against humans turned into living organ farms.
The content is accurate but I want to fix my grammar so it sounds good.
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Sahar lay there, his body a mangled mess of cuts, bruises, and burns. He was barely conscious, but he could still hear the sickening sounds of his captors laughing and jeering as they violated his broken body. But then, something changed. The men around him suddenly fell silent, and Sahar could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. He tried to open his eyes, but they were too swollen and crusted with blood to see anything. But then, a voice spoke. It was deep and rough, with a hint of a foreign accent. "Enough," the voice said. "These men have suffered enough. It is time for them to be free." Sahar felt a hand on his shoulder, gently lifting him up. He groaned in pain, but the hand didn't let go. It guided him through the darkness, towards the sound of the voice. As they emerged from the shadows, Sahar could see a group of men standing before him. They were all battered and bruised, just like him, but they had a look of determination in their eyes. "We are the rebels," the leader of the group said. "And we are here to save you." Sahar couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had given up hope, but now, it seemed like there was a chance for him to escape this nightmare. The rebels quickly went to work, freeing Sahar and the other men from their bonds. They tended to their wounds, doing their best to ease their pain. But then, something unexpected happened. One of the rebels, a man named Kaden, approached one of the captor's bodies. He was still aroused, and he couldn't resist the temptation of the corpse. He began to violate the body, fucking it with a savage intensity. The other rebels watched in disgust, but Kaden didn't care. He was consumed by his lust, and he wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied. Sahar and the other rebels were repulsed by Kaden's actions, but they knew that they had to focus on their escape. They gathered their weapons and supplies, and prepared to make their way to the surface. As they emerged from the bunker, they were met with a world that was unrecognizable. The streets were filled with the sounds of gunfire and explosions, and the air was thick with smoke and the smell of death. But despite the chaos, the rebels pressed on. They fought their way through the streets, taking out any enemies that stood in their way. And in the end, they emerged victorious. They had escaped the bunker, and they had taken their revenge on their captors. But as they stood there, looking out at the ruined world around them, they knew that their fight was far from over. They would have to survive in this new, brutal world, and they would have to do whatever it took to stay alive. And so, they marched on, determined to make it in this new, fucked up world. They were the rebels, and they would never give up.
Sahar and the rebels had been on the run for weeks, desperate to find a safe haven in the post-apocalyptic wasteland. They had heard rumors of an abandoned research facility, one that was said to be producing something called "flesh gardens." Despite the warnings of other survivors, the rebels decided to investigate the facility. They were desperate for supplies, and they were willing to take the risk. As they approached the facility, they could hear the sound of strange, otherworldly creatures. They were unlike anything they had ever seen before, their bodies twisted and fused with plant matter. The rebels fought bravely, but they were no match for the creatures. They were torn apart, their bodies mutilated and violated in unspeakable ways. Sahar was captured by the creatures, and taken deep into the heart of the facility. There, he was subjected to horrific experiments, his body slowly transformed into a grotesque fusion of plant and flesh. The creatures took pleasure in torturing Sahar, violating him in every way imaginable. They cut and mutilated his genitals, leaving him in a state of constant agony. As the days passed, Sahar's body became more and more monstrous. He was no longer human, but a twisted hybrid of plant and flesh. Tentacles sprouted from his body, writhing and pulsing with a life of their own. The rebels eventually managed to escape the facility, but they left Sahar behind. They couldn't bear to watch as he was subjected to further torture and mutilation. Sahar was left to die, alone and in agony. His body was a twisted, monstrous abomination, a testament to the horrors that had been inflicted upon him.
The plant-men wasted no time in subjecting Sahar to their sick and twisted desires. They bound him with vines and roots, immobilizing him as they went to work on his body. With sharp thorns and saw-like leaves, they sliced and diced at his flesh, carving intricate patterns into his skin. They ripped and tore at his genitals, leaving him in a state of constant agony. They whipped him with vines, leaving deep welts and bruises on his skin. They electrocuted him with electric eels, sending jolts of pain coursing through his body. But the worst was yet to come. They inserted tentacles into every orifice of his body, violating him in the most unspeakable ways. They fucked him with their tentacles, leaving him raw and bleeding. As the days passed, Sahar's body became more and more monstrous. The mutated plants fused with his flesh, creating a grotesque hybrid of man and plant. His genitals were mutilated beyond recognition, his body a twisted mass of tentacles and plant matter. The rebels, meanwhile, had become obsessed with finding Sahar. They had heard rumors of his capture, and they couldn't rest until they had rescued him. They searched the wasteland for weeks, following every lead and clue. They fought off bandits and raiders, determined to reach their goal. Finally, they located Sahar's whereabouts. But they found themselves confronted by an army of flesh-plant hybrids, guarding his chamber. A brutal battle ensued as both sides fought for control over Sahar's body. The rebels used every weapon and tactic at their disposal, but the flesh-plant hybrids were relentless. In the end, the rebels emerged victorious. But they were horrified by what they saw. Sahar's body was a twisted and mutilated mess, his genitals barely recognizable. But it was too late. Sahar's body had become an incubator for countless more mutated creatures. They were waiting to be born into this twisted new world order, ruled by unnatural desires fueled by sexual violence against humans turned into living organ farms.
The content is accurate but I want to fix my grammar so it sounds good.
2024.05.17 00:13 Otherwise-North3542 How to politely tell someone to stop asking you for job recommendations?
So, some quick background: I'm a 31-year-old entertainment journalist who's been in the industry for 11 years now. Back when I was in college, I worked for our college newspaper. At the time, I had a section editor named T. He was supposed to train me, but I never found his feedback particularly constructive, and he was usually pretty mean to be - the newspaper was very clique-y, I did not fit in, and T would usually roll his eyes at me whenever I spoke. While I appreciated the work experience, the way I was treated socially on the paper was a bit too painful, so I left after a semester and chased an opportunity in Los Angeles. I graduated early a couple weeks later, was immediately hired at a major magazine, and have hopped to two other major publications after that, overall being in the industry in a fairly big way since I was 20.
I've not spoken to T since then, but over the past 11 years, he has continued to reach out to me to ask for referrals to the publications I work at, and for help getting a job. He has not had luck in our field, which I'm extremely sympathetic to, as it is ROUGH in media these days and I've been wildly lucky to be employed all this time. However, I've largely ignored his messages because 1. he was not very talented when I worked with him, and thus, I don't want to put my professional reputation on the line in recommending him and 2. frankly, we haven't spoken in years, and I'm resentful in being used this way now that I've become successful.
For probably the fifth or sixth time in years, he just messaged me again on LinkedIn asking to chat about a role that's open at my company, and then dropped the "Come on, A, I helped trained you, you owe it to me." I'm not trying to go off on the guy, but how does one turn down someone who keeps coming to them for jobs? Is there a polite way to say "hey, we're not friends or professional connections, please leave me alone?"
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I've not spoken to T since then, but over the past 11 years, he has continued to reach out to me to ask for referrals to the publications I work at, and for help getting a job. He has not had luck in our field, which I'm extremely sympathetic to, as it is ROUGH in media these days and I've been wildly lucky to be employed all this time. However, I've largely ignored his messages because 1. he was not very talented when I worked with him, and thus, I don't want to put my professional reputation on the line in recommending him and 2. frankly, we haven't spoken in years, and I'm resentful in being used this way now that I've become successful.
For probably the fifth or sixth time in years, he just messaged me again on LinkedIn asking to chat about a role that's open at my company, and then dropped the "Come on, A, I helped trained you, you owe it to me." I'm not trying to go off on the guy, but how does one turn down someone who keeps coming to them for jobs? Is there a polite way to say "hey, we're not friends or professional connections, please leave me alone?"