Let's start from the beginning. Buckle up because this is going to be a LONG post.
3 weeks ago, I'd decided I'd had enough and asked my family for support to talk with a therapist I was under before to try and improve my social skills. I'd deemed it necessary because after a hard, good look at my situation I'd realized that my social skills were affecting every SINGLE aspect of my life: lots of opportunities, friendships, fun events, memorable get togethers all wasted because my lack of social skills gave me anxiety. It was unbearable. The worse part was most of the events I had skipped was not with strangers, but with my best friends. I have been best friends with these guys for a decade, and my social anxiety was making it hard to talk with them. It was that bad. Imagine you'd trust these guys with your life and you can't even hold eye contact with them.
Finally, we'd decided on a day for my first session after a long time, it was on a Saturday, but there were challenges to be overcome before we even get to the session: I had to attend 2 social events I'd planned with my friends on the same week.
I have frequent mood swings and during a time of absolute high, while I was attending a seminar I'd talked with the group for hours and had made plans with them. During that moment I was happy and excited that I was taking the initiative to get myself out there; the next day however was a complete nightmare: I'd realized what I had done and I can't practically back out because I'd talked big about being there (I don't normally go out so they were excited to see me). It was a hard 2 days of overthinking and anxiety about how things MIGHT turn out - How I could mess it up for everyone; how we seldom meet due to work and I'd ruin that moment of peace for all of us. If the first meeting bombed, then the next meeting was a guaranteed no-show from me, and the therapy session on Saturday would be completely ruined for me too.
Now the night arrives, the day before the first meeting - we were gonna eat out, just us friends, then just fuck around anywhere we wanted. I couldn't sleep. This is where the shift in my mindset started. My mind had placed this event on a pedestal, and my thoughts changed from My dumbass is going to ruin the evening for everyone to I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT FAIL THIS TIME. The last time I'd attended with them I was a complete mute and was stuck to my phone the entire time, with some of them questioning me if I was alright, and all I could utter was a simple: "I'm just sleepy, is all" (And yes, I WAS NOT SLEEPY AND WAS JUST LOOKING FOR AN ESCAPE). That traumatized me to hell that I had been skipping get togethers since then, and I was hellbent in making sure the same thing DIDN'T HAPPEN AGAIN.
Eventually I fell asleep, and the next day came. I was feeling anxious, but energized. It was the same feeling I got when going into battle (like defending a project from a panel), yes at times I would get anxious due to overthinking, but I was more zoned in on preparations. Now keep in mind, I'm quite close with this group, but I haven't talked to some of them in years, some of them I barely talk to, and only 2 of them I talk to frequently. I'd lasered in on what I knew about these guys, their recent activities, possible topics of conversation, I'd replayed possible interactions, body languages, all of it. It was like preparing for a thesis: First you get the stomachache and headache, and anxiety 3 hours before, but the final hour before, you're just focused on nothing else BUT PREPARATIONS.
Now, I have a bad case of paranoia when walking to malls, and I often find myself fidgeting and sweating a lot because of this. Even worse because I was wearing accessories (I never wear any accessories when going out) and I felt conscious that it might look out of place or goofy. None of that happened. I was riding a motorcycle, and feeling the wind against my face seemed to put me under a spell: anxiety was slowly slipping from my brain. When I walked inside the mall to meet up with some of the guys, I didn't feel any anxiety, any paranoia. There was nervous energy, but it felt natural.
Fast forward and the first guy I meet is the guy I talk to the most, I thought I'd freeze up then and there, unable to talk or hold eye contact, but when I saw that he was happy to see me, and I was happy to see him too, all unnecessary thoughts went out. Everything just flowed instinctively. We talked for a solid 20-30 minutes trying to catch-up, it all felt comfortable, I didn't feel compelled to think too hard about what to say or do next, the words just flowed endlessly from my mouth; the body language I was completely conscious of was a non-factor. Then some of the other guys arrive: we make small talk, fun talk, but it wasn't as in the zone as the one I had earlier, but it felt natural. People pulled out their phones, I pulled mine too, but it didn't feel forced.
It felt as if I was playing a turn based game and I just knew what to do. At that moment there was no cause of anxiety because there was no need for it. I just knew what to do, when to back off and listen, and when there were dry / awkward spots well yes it felt awkward but my anxiety didn't spike up like it usually did.
Fast forward later and all of us have met-up and are going to a restaurant, and we're all sitting together. For the first time in years, I have never been so happy that I'd decided to go and didn't skip. It was a complete eye opener. I talked to everyone at least once or twice throughout the entire experience; we laughed, made jokes, we caught up with each other, we listened to stories: it was so different from what I normally knew, and I didn't care enough to ask how I was keeping up - I wanted to enjoy the moment. Eye contact, the one I dreaded the most, for once didn't feel forced and I felt comfortable enough to hold it with others. For the majority of the time, I think 90% of it I wasn't on my phone at all, I wasn't looking at the ground. I was having fun with them.
Most of the guys there were extroverts and introverts, but I was the only one with social anxiety. At that moment, I felt completely liberated. I know it's not a one-off thing because I noticed a lot of things during that moment. I noticed when I had to listen, when I had to talk, when to break off eye-contact, when to switch topics. It felt like the skills that I needed had been all there all along, and the only thing stopping it from manifesting was my own anxious thoughts.
Of course, my social battery ran out near the end. There were times where I'd try to crack a joke but my voice was too low and people would stare at me and ask "Ha?" but I'd just wave it off with a laugh and tell them to continue. Any other time an interaction like that would shut my brain off and torment me for days - but that wasn't the case. It became a passing "oh well" and I just went on and never lingered on it. When we got tired and were running out of things to talk about I felt comfortable sitting there just fiddling with my drink or listening, or just looking around and it never made me anxious, just an "oh..." and nothing more. When looking back to those awkward moments, all I can think about is how I could've handled it better - actually trying to learn from the interaction instead of letting it put me down, and I am completely sure that it wasn't me just being in a high because I don't regret a single thing, even the awkward parts. It's the first time I've had awkward situations where I didn't overthink or implode on the spot.
The entire experience has me thrilled even now hours after the event, because what I experienced during that event showed me what I could do; in a way, it felt like I had broken through an obstacle and I was glad I didn't stay behind to just sit behind my PC, because what I learned in those short 4 hours will outclass even thousands of hours spent on the internet learning about social skills (Keep in mind, the topic I normally talk about with them is video games; during the entire time, we rarely talked about games). It was a necessity, and now I'm even more excited to attend the second event (this time with some strangers), and eventually my therapy session!
If you'd read this far. Thank you! I just wanted to share this moment of victory with people who can relate to issues of social anxiety. If there's one thing I learned that I want to give out as an advice: Just give yourself a chance, no matter how small. I have only one life to live, and what compelled me was that I didn't want to spend the next 20-30 years as I was: I would rather embarrass myself completely in the pursuit of improving myself than stay in this nest of anxiety and depression. I want to live too, and my desire for a better life, I hope will completely eclipse my fear of the challenges that come with it.

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Memory transcription subject: Herq, Tilfish Junior Exterminator
Date [standardized human time]: December 3rd, 2136
“Understood, on our way.” Frankie stuffed his radio away.
“W-What? More Arxur?” I shivered.
“Don’t think so. Hope not. We gotta go to the van.”
The human didn't give me time to reply as he stepped over the body like it wasn’t even there. Swallowing some bile, I took aimed steps around it. The smell of blood wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It wasn’t any worse than burning flesh.
The stomps of Frankie’s boots down the stairs reminded me to keep moving. I scuttled down the stairs, turning the corner to see another body I was forced to step around. Two of them had come after us, two who were even more eager than the first group we encountered.
“Do you t-think it’s the same ones from before?” I asked.
The human grunted. “Hell if I know. But I wouldn’t doubt it one bit if it was. Guy got his ego hurt, and wanted some revenge. God knows if he was waiting there for an ambush.”
“They… couldn’t have known about the weapons, right?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. He at least knew we were stranded without a vehicle. Maybe put his bets on us getting some transport.”
I didn’t have much time to ponder it. Frankie was already peeking outside the building, shotgun raised. I came up behind him, checking behind as we scooted out of the building. Once he was confident, Frankie dashed towards the van.
We came upon it quickly. I was glad the Arxur he shot was on the other side to spare me from the gore. He turned around to the backside of the van, where his face contorted. “Holy shit.”
“What?” I asked, coming around next to him.
The scaly legs are the first thing I saw. They led up to its back, which looked like it had exploded. Blood was nearly everywhere around the gray, and I even thought I saw a piece of bone. My whole body begged me to run away from the gore, to find a corner to throw up in, but I couldn't look away. And that didn't even cover the Yotul.
The green-stained wraps around his legs were the first thing I noticed after the hulking mass of reptile. His right paw was a bleeding mess haphazardly wrapped in a loose bandage, and his other was curled around an Arxur gun—its gun, I realized. His face had speckles of red on it, much like the rest of the van. There was what could only be described as a huge gun beside him.
Relief washed over his features once he saw us, and he let the weapon clatter onto a bloody crate. “Where’s Luke?”
I watched Frankie for any signs of turning feral, despite the improbability of it ever happening. The copious amount of blood was more than enough to drive any predator into a crazed frenzy, but still Frankie showed enormous restraint. If anything, he almost looked… disgusted by it. I shouldn’t have been surprised.
He took a quick breath to steady himself. “Uh, Dusty took a few rounds, he’s patching her up. I see you can… handle yourself.”
“No,” the Yotul spat back. “It almost…” His voice broke, and he shook his head.
Frankie nodded. “Let’s get moving. I’ll… clear the way, if you could help him, Herq.” The human crouched down and gripped the monster's legs and gave a tug. He started sliding the body out of the way, a trail of blood marking every crate it was slumped over.
I took a step forward, suppressing a gag at the sights and smells. It was like walking into a predator’s den. Dark and damp and terrible, with evidence of what happened drowning my entire field of view. “W-What happened? It looks-”
“I shot the bastard.”
I twitched my antennae. “R-Right.” I took several breaths before finding the strength to proceed. I tried to ignore the blood marked across the walls and creeped in, though I couldn’t ignore the green smears that were on the crates. I did my best to avoid stepping on… anything, really.
The Yotul grabbed a red box full of first aid supplies and set it by his right side. He began to peel off the green-stained gauze on his paw. “I need an extra paw for this.”
“Of course. You’re Reno, right?” He ignored me. I felt a shiver spread through my carapace as he revealed the wound. “T-Those look like-”
“Yeah, I know.”
I gave him a flick of my antennae. He raised a bottle of what I assumed to be antibiotic solution, which I took. I gingerly uncapped the bottle and murmured, “This is going to sting.”
“Do you constantly state the obvious? Just get it over with.”
I took his paw in my feeler and generously poured it over the wound. He let out a small groan, but nothing more. I wiped it, then took some gauze and began wrapping it far better than he could with just a paw and a mouth. I tightened it, and sealed it with some adhesive.
“There. I-I think that’s good, but I don’t commonly work with other species.”
“I can tell.” The Yotul began to get up on their injured legs.
“A-Are you sure you should be walking?” He ignored me again. I stuck out an arm to help him. “Here, at least-”
“I don’t need your help,” he spat, slapping me away with annoyance. He shakily stood up, leaning precariously against the side of the van atop the crates.
I waved my antennae with concern. “I… Let me know if-”
“I won’t,” he coldly said, not giving me so much as a glance back as he hobbled out of the van.
I don’t blame him. The Arxur looked like he was inches away from tearing him apart. Not to mention the claw marks on his wrist… I can’t imagine what happened to him just moments ago.
I crawled out of the van after him, glad to be out, but probably not nearly as glad as him. Frankie came from around the van and dusted his hands.
“That was gross.” He turned to Reno. “You’re up already? Your legs are-”
“Worry about them when we’re in the truck. We need to get the fuck away from here.” He leaned against the van, catching his breath. He was clearly in pain, but didn’t want to show it.
“Gotcha. Luke should be—ah, right there.”
I followed his gaze, spotting the truck rolling towards us with its cracked windows and decorated doors. It stopped right beside the van. A human stepped out, the same one from the predator disease facility. He took one look at Reno, worry spreading across his face. “Holy shit.”
Reno grunted. “That’s what Frankie said.”
“I… We can talk in the truck,” Luke decided.
“Is my gun still in the building?”
“In the backseat.”
The Yotul lowered his head, letting out a breath of relief. I didn’t understand how much a simple firearm could possibly mean to him, but I wasn’t about to question him about it.
Lieutenant Holtas came to the other side of the van, whistling once he saw the crate. “Damn, this is… a lot.”
“Enough to turn the tide, I hope?” Frankie asked.
“There’s a chance it might be… If there’s anything left once we get back. Two of their bunkers are already swarming with Arxur.”
“T-Two?” I stammered. “Which ones?”
The predator shook his head dismissively. “Talk later.”
I shook my antennae in irritation, until another human then emerged from around the truck. It was the dark-skinned, dark-haired human from before as well, Dusty. Her vest had several lesions across it, far more than the few Frankie had received during his gutsiness. She wasn’t unscathed, however, as her left sleeve had been pulled up, revealing a stripe of bandaging. Her eyes regarded me with an expression I couldn't decipher, turning into a more shocked expression when they saw Reno. “...Damn.”
The Lieutenant turned to her. “Keep an eye out from where they came. Reno, do the same for the other side of the street. I’m not looking to get ambushed again.”
The two signaled their understanding. Luke’s gaze lingered a little longer on the wounded Yotul as he hobbled to retrieve his weapon from the truck.
Frankie grunted from behind me, picking up two big and bloodied crates. “Open the doors, would ya?”
I obliged, yanking open the hatches to the truck so the burly human could deposit the weapons. Luke walked past me, saw the mess in the back of the van, and shook his head while muttering something. Still, he crouched and grabbed two crates in each hand.
I couldn’t very well just stand around, so I begrudgingly walked over and picked the cleanest crates I could manage while repelling the numerous dry heaves my body wanted to conjure. I hefted them up, and followed the same path as Luke and Frankie.
I passed Dusty, who groaned, rubbing her left arm. “Why do these idiots use such a small caliber? You’d think they’d want to kill the people they’re shooting at.”
I nervously tilted my antennae. “You would… hope so.”
“They enjoy the thrill of the hunt,” Reno growled. “Use it to just incapacitate their prey. Dead ones don’t squirm while they’re eaten.”
An uncomfortable silence fell over the street. As we continued to load the human armaments into the truck, the two kept a cautious set of eyes out on either side of the street. Frankie managed to fit the big gun back into its respective crate while Luke stared at it, incredulously. Dusty glanced back with a similar look, which gave me the feeling the predators were all thinking the same thing. The only one who didn’t break his focus was Reno.
The van got emptier, the truck got fuller, and soon enough we were ready to leave this place for good. Luke gave us the clear and got into the driver seat. Frankie took the front passenger seat, leaving the three of us to squeeze into the back. The windshield left a lot to be desired, and I wondered if Luke would even be able to see through it.
It was cramped, to say the least. I was forced into the side, with the Yotul in the middle, while Dusty filled in the remaining seat. From someone looking in from outside, it would be a very strange sight to behold.
She slammed the door shut. “Tight fuckin’ fit. Hope we have enough fuel.”
“Won’t be an issue,” Luke said, sending the engine revving as we began to accelerate.
Thank Formi we’re finally leaving. How long have I been awake for? How long have the Arxur been in Tepisil? And how are the exterminators from the human camp doing? There’s far too much to worry about.
I hoped Tealk was fine in the hatchery’s bunker. That is, if it wasn’t already compromised. Tepisil was given the tiny mercy of just a small warning prior to any bombs dropping. The shelters were likely packed to the brim. Just waiting for the Arxur to come.
“Frankie, give me some light, would ya?” Dusty ordered. She had pulled Reno’s hindlegs on her lap, and was now inspecting them with the help of Frankie’s flashlight. I could see the green blood that had leaked down his legs from the wounds, along with pieces of black debris.
Reno had no choice but to let Dusty tend to him. I tried my best to ignore the blood she was forcing out by ripping through the bandages, though I gagged upon seeing her dig into his flesh with a pair of tweezers, pulling out a small bullet while he hissed in pain. Those were the only noises for a time while the human used a strange syringe to push some sort of foam into the wound, then tightly wrapping his legs.
She did a better job than I ever could’ve. At this point, it shouldn’t have impressed me that the predators had a concept of medicine or even treatment for the wounded, rather than just leaving the weak for dead. The amount of care she put into someone from another species spoke volumes to the humans’ empathetic capacity.
The streetlights of the city finally receded from us. I could almost feel the weighty air in the truck lighten, like a part of the despair had been left behind in Dirlsil. It wouldn’t last for long.
At some point in the middle of all the crop fields, Frankie cleared his throat. “Can I be the one to break the silence? ‘Cause Reno shot that gray with a whole bloody anti-materiel rifle.”
“God, I’m glad somebody finally fucking said it. Point blank, too,” Dusty said.
The Yotul didn’t offer a response, only stared off into the distance. I felt nothing but sympathy for him. They meant well, but I suspected they did more harm than good. The humans clearly had no idea what he’d just gone through; the fear, the uncertainty, the possibility of being eaten alive. I had a feeling the only reason he was alive was because of his quick thinking, the Arxur’s cockiness, and luck.
Luke cleared his throat. “Uh, how did you fare, Frankie? I saw the marks on your vest.”
My human grunted. “Barely even felt them hit me. Once the shooting started we dove back into the toy shop. Arxur are damn cocky bastards, but I don’t reckon they’re used to whatever they’re chasing fighting back so hard. Shot one, ran up the stairs, shot the other. Easy as that.”
It was not, in fact, as easy as that. I was terrified the entire time. It was Frankie who did everything, and even then, he screamed and shouted during the entire encounter. He was fearless in the face of fear while I had been useless. Again. My only saving grace was that I didn’t freeze like I did at the PD facility, even if that meant I merely ran instead. I felt a stab of anger mixed with regret, an entirely unwelcome feeling that I decidedly earned.
I can’t rely on the Terrans forever. At some point, my uncontrollable fear is going to cost lives. I… I can’t let fear be the driver.
“We had four of the fuckers on us,” Dusty said. “Retreated into the store opposite yours. We were doing just fine ‘till one of them tossed a grenade.”
I felt Reno tense up to me. He had a thousand-lightyear stare.
“Then they came in after us, separated us from Reno. They were fucking relentless, didn’t give us a chance to fight. Forced us all the way back into the stockroom, then kept pushing their luck. Finally had a corner, then the bastards leapt forward rather than being smart, getting me tagged. Hurts like hell just thinking about flexing the muscle.”
“God, can we change the subject? I regret asking,” Lieutenant Holtas said, shifting uncomfortably. “Frankie, you want to try again with the UN? And Herq, now that you’re with us, can you contact Von and inform him of what happened?”
I almost flinched when he said my name. “Y-Yeah, of course.” I started to pull out my holopad. I hovered over Tealk’s contact before moving to Von’s. I tapped the icon, and it rang for only a second before he picked up.
“Herq?”
I pulled the pad closer, overhearing Frankie start his own call to the UN. “Yes, it’s me. We made it out of Dirlsil with the weapons, and we’re in one piece.”
“Formi is that good to hear. I won't sugarcoat it, things have gotten much worse. You may have heard it from the humans, but cattle shuttles just landed around Bunker Four… which has no one to defend it. Bunker Six had contact and they are at a stalemate, but won't stay that way. I… sincerely hope you brought lots of ammo.”
I swallowed a lump in my throat. “I can’t say for certain what the predators brought with us… We’re driving as fast as we can, we expect to be there in forty minutes.”
“Too long… The grays are already going into buildings, trying to flush them out. We don’t have the firepower.”
“I… We need a rally point in order to distribute them as fast as possible.”
“One advantage is that they aren’t using their numbers prowling the empty buildings on the outskirts… Shit, Polle is calling me… It’s about Bunker Six. Listen, I’ll send you more information when I can. Call me ten minutes before you reach the city.”
“Yes, of course. Please, stay safe.”
“We both know that isn’t going to happen. Hurry.”
A tone signified he hung up the call. I tentatively swirled my antennae, seeing my company look away. “I-I’m guessing everyone heard that?”
Reno flicked his ears, and the humans nodded from the front seats. A steady silence came over us. It was probably well into the early hours of the morning at this point. My body was tired, and my mind more so. I knew well that I should have been more scared or worried, but I simply didn’t have the energy. It was like Frankie said earlier.
“Who wants a granola bar?” Frankie abruptly barked.
Luke shrugged. “I mean…”
The two humans accepted his offer, not like they had much choice since they were already being distributed. A bar was put into Reno’s paws, and suddenly, I was holding one too.
“It… doesn’t have meat, does it?” I asked.
“No, you idiot. I don’t eat meat,” Reno hissed, unwrapping his food.
“Sorry… I just wanted-”
“It’s just a bar of sugary grain. You’d think you would know by now that humans aren’t going to hurt you, or do anything else ‘predatory.’” He said the last word with distaste, like it personally offended him. He was clearly more used to the primates than I was, or ever could be. I knew they wouldn’t mean me any harm, but it was hard to shake off the thoughts that always lingered in my mind when around predators.
I thought his behavior was simply fried nerves from his close call with the Arxur, but there was something more to it, something bitter in his tone that hinted at more than just the last encounter. It reminded me of hearing about his outburst at my sister, Tealk, back at the hatchery. It didn’t sit right with me, but I wasn’t in any position to ask him about it, especially not at that moment.
Dusty was already stuffing the bar into her mouth, not much caring for how revolting I found it. I’d gotten used to their toothy smiles, but seeing her take a bite, just like she would chow down on a piece of bloody meat… If I wasn’t so hungry after so many hours, I would’ve lost my appetite.
Reno bit into the bar, and I carefully unwrapped mine, ignoring the female’s sickening mouth movements. I gave a cautionary sniff before taking a small nibble. It was acceptable, even good considering I hadn’t eaten for so long. I took another bite, then another, and then I noticed Dusty looking at me.
I couldn’t help the way my muscles tensed in agitation. She was instinctively sizing me up, now that food was on her mind. “W-What is it?” I stuttered.
She raised her eyebrows, glancing away. “Nothing. Just the way you move your hands, er… tarsals? Tarsals, across your mandibles when you eat. It’s… nevermind.”
My… tarsals? I flexed a feeler, inspecting it like something was wrong with it. I looked back at the predator, who was now looking out the window. At least she wasn’t… staring at me anymore. Humans got stranger every moment I spent with them. I thought there was a glimmer of hope that they wouldn’t all be as strange as Frankie, but that clearly had yet to be proven.
I took another small bite. Before I knew it, I had eaten the whole thing and had nothing left to occupy the time. There were only dark crop fields outside our truck, and predators or the predator-diseased inside. Nothing to distract me from the knowledge that Sillis was going to fall. Nothing to distract me from the thoughts telling me to give up, to run away, like a coward.
A muted atmosphere of haunting tranquility came over our vehicle, one that everyone silently and willfully acknowledged. We all knew what we were driving towards.
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Traitors of Rath
Post Lord Daug's Disappearance
Lord Daug had vanished, reports indicating he may have been lost in battle with enemy forces that he had been hunting through the wilds. Jeremy snorted at that, served the fat bastard right, the rathians may hold the noble in high regard, probably brainwashed by something in the water on that damned planet they loved so much, but Jeremy wasn't from Rath and by the emperors sitting ass he knew better than to trust in a noble. Which had made what he and the guys were planning a lot easier to stomach.
He nodded at Nel as the man spooned him some gruel into his bowl, a mix of ration packs and of some kinda local plant the rats had said was good to eat. That was another thing! What kind of self-respecting man trusted those THINGS? Every single rath born trooper treated them like they were little mini officers, it was DISGUSTING. There was no way the stories about the nobles asses butler were even halfway true, just stories to keep the men in line. Like they would be scared of a rat.
Jeremy resisted the urge to spit and signed at Nel, making sure the seargent couldn't see the signs. Nel signed back, and Jeremy smiled, their plan was ago, after tonight they would slip off and signal to the xenos that they wanted to surrender. Of course, the seargent, the only brainwashed bastard of Rath in their whole squad would protest, but they had a way to fix that, emperor issued too. Sure, the xenos were barely better than animals, but they at least had food, and weren't a thrice blighted noble or officer telling him what to do.
Jeremy took a spoonful of the rather decent gruel and hummed to himself as he ate. He would be first watch, and then when time came for shift change the seargent was supposed to relieve him. Then they'd be ready to have a talk with the seargent all seven of their remaining men.
...
Jeremy stirred slowly, since they weren't gonna be part of the guard after tonight who gave an imperial damnation if he slept on duty. But something was wrong, he couldn't figure out what the bad feeling was, but he struggled his way out of the blankets he had tucked around himself vaguely panicked. He hadn't been with the reigment long, but he had been a scout long enough to know this silence...was bad.
Carefully he moved back towards the little outpost they had occupied, some kinda poured stone stuff, like he knew what that shit was, with a heavy metal door. Whatever was coming, it would be safer with a few more lasguns around him. Having reached the edge of the clearing around the outposts entrance he looked around carefully and seeing no sign of danger dashed for cover in the doorway, the inset door offered plenty of cover for him to take while he knocked the passcode.
Or would have, had the door not been ajar...and the scent of blood wafted from within. Jeremy froze. That was a bad sign...a very bad sign. That was a LOT of blood he was smelling...but if someone had attacked, why hadn't he heard it? Slowly carefully, he pushed the door open further with the barrel of his lasgun. Even if he would have preferred to retreat, doing so alone was probably certain death, especially considering all his kit was inside.
The door swung open stiffly, as if stuck on something...and then something fell from the top of it into Jeremy's arms, he fumbled for a second, catching it between his hand and lasgun. Then he screamed and chucked away Nel's head, his lasgun was back up and at the ready aiming at the door. While he panted in fear. Then he heard something crunch the snow behind him, he spun around and opened fire blindly into the small stand of trees that surrounded this outpost.
His shots blew chunks from the trees and caused steam to rise from new craters in the snow, but no figure emerged from the moonlit shadows to face him. And that only made the terror worse. Jeremy spun and body slammed the door, forcing it forward and entering the outpost. Quickly he spun and slammed the door back shut again...only to find his hands in a massive smear of blood. Trembling he looked down and saw Nel's body below, the object that had blocked the door. Slowly his eyes went upwards to the top of the door, staring at the gore.
Trembling he threw his entire body weight against the door as he felt something slam into it with incredible force, only him holding it and Nel's body being in the way kept the door shut, and he fumbled with the latch. It was a secure door, once he locked it, the door would hold, it HAD to hold! Jeremy struggled, every slam against the door forcing him to throw himself back against it, cursing desperately as it failed to lock again and again. Finally, with a heavy clank, the door closed, and its lock fell into place.
Jeremy exhausted, slide downwards in the pool of blood at the door, happy that the 33rds footwear had not slipped in the mess. Jeremy cursed to himself again and stood up trembling as the banging on the door seemed to end. Whatever was on the other side...he didn't see it, but it was no man. No human was that strong, no human could...use the top of a door as a upside down guilotine. With a shudder Jeremy turned from the door and surveyed the room, grimacing as he caught sight of... Jenny, he thinks that who it was, their head apparently inside the now upended stew pot, still.
On the left, Ramsos and Hinkle were both dead, crushed against a wall by the table they'd been seated at, Ramsos slumped forward, Hinkle pinned to the wall by one of the standard issue sporks through his throat. On the right, it looked like Vanessa had been torn limb from limb by something. Massive tears across her body and limbs missing. Looking around Jeremy realized there were two people missing, Lowozky and Seargent Tion. Hope erupted in his chest, maybe they survived? The seargent may be able to deal with whatever was attacking them, he was a veteran he had to know some way to stay alive!
Jeremy looked around frantically trying to think of where they could have gone. "Lowozky! Seargent!?" he called out and then his eyes fell on the only door deeper into the place, he rushed over to it, and pulled it open. Maybe Lowozky had hid in the latrine?
He had.
But he had not survived.
Jeremy wretched at the stench and stepped back. Lowozky had voided himself in death, unfortunately he had been shoved head and shoulders first down the latrine and not the other way around.
The banging at the door resumed, this time harder.
And then Jeremy heard the roar of a chain sword revving.
...
Seargent Tion strode through the snow, covered in blood, he would have changed, but this had been his last decent uniform. He carried his kit on his back, chainsword holstered at his side. His las pistol had been lost in battle days ago alongside his combat knife.
It had made the night more unpleasant than he would have hoped. Then again, it would have been unpleasant either way. Tion shook his head and lamented the loss of seven soldiers of the imperium. It was unfortunate but he could not hold this post on his own, and due to his failure seven men were lost. If the Lord was here he would report to command immediately but...as it was...
He would have to find other imperial forces to report his deriliction of duty, losing seven men to poor morale when they were in his care was a serious failure. Though the Rathian did have to wonder.
How in the world did Jeremy sleep through the racket? Tion shook his head at the mans poor discipline, yet another failing of Tion's, he didn't instill a proper attitude and it showed.

I just came up with this and was wondering what you thought.
“Ok, they just retcons all sequel books to legends and want a whole new story but we can’t copy the books. Now we need to make up a whole new sequel story. Got any ideas?”
“Oh, how about we take a new Hope since it’s loved so much and make a new story from it. “
“Um, okay. What you got?”
“Well, we’ll start off with a new empire, but we’ll call it the first order. So that it seems different.”
“Ok, alright.”
“Everyone is looking for the last Jedi. Luke Skywalker. “
“Oh, so instead of finding the plans for a super weapon they’ll look for the last remaining Hope.”
“Well.. they’ll still have to face a super weapon.”
“Hmm… but we already done the Death Star”
“Ah, but that was a planet killer. Why don’t we do a system killer. We’ll call it Starkiller Base”
“ like vaders secret apprentice from the game the force unleashed?”
“ precisely. I’m sure they’ll love that Easter egg. We’ll have a fallen Jedi turned sith. But they aren’t true sith. Just proxy one”
“Hmm.🤔 ok”
“Oh, and to raise the stakes we’ll have the the first order kill an entire system of the new republic.”
“ so, now we got a out of nowhere the rebels became a republic, and we’re just going to eliminate it.”
“Precisely. Also we should totally make the opening be a battle. But we make it a ground battle. We’ll have our first order attacking people in search of a map. Instead of plans. Also let’s do a human giving a droid a piece of this map as it leaves the place to another part of the planet. Meeting up with a local who befriends it. But instead of a farmer we do a scavenger.”
“Sounds a lot like what A New Hope was.”
“Ah, but we’ll throw in a bunch of new names and places. Change it up a bit. And bam. No one will figure out this loophole.”
“ I want this in production now! We’ll make billions.”

When I bought my Yubikeys a couple of years ago, I got them primarily for Bitwarden. But after I got that working, I went through and added FIDO2/WebAuthn 2FA everywhere I could. There weren’t a lot of sites, but a few of the ones I really cared about had it, so I went ahead and added my Yubikeys.
The one small surprise was when I added my Yubikeys to my Microsoft account. It turns out there is an optional FIDO2 feature that the vendor can set: requiring you, the user, to enter a PIN in order to use the Yubikey. So for each of my Yubikeys, I had to add a PIN to the Yubikey. This worked just fine.
Since then, I typically leave my Bitwarden clients “logged in” or “locked”. The devices are physically secure and have good software security (screen locks, FaceId, etc.) The point is I don’t regularly use 2FA on my Bitwarden vault.
This morning, however, another Redditor reported an issue trying to log in. I was sitting downstairs with my iPhone and a Yubikey, so I went ahead, logged out my iOS client, and then logged back in.
What?
I got a prompt for my Yubikey PIN. On a Bitwarden login. Enh, okay. I entered it. It all worked. No biggie. But it is definitely a change in behavior.
The point here is I have a suspicion you can’t set a PIN on your Yubikey if you are using NFC. If you use FIDO2/WebAuthn and have not yet set up a PIN, I encourage you to take a moment, using a desktop or laptop, and log out and in again. If I had not set up a PIN and I was away from my home computing center, I might have been temporarily locked out of my vault.

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

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

SYSTEM SPECS:

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

PROBABLE CALL STACK:

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

REGISTERS:

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

STACK:

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

MODULES:

XINPUT1\_3.dll 0x000000400000 mdnsNSP.dll 0x00006C1F0000 steam\_api64.dll 0x00006C330000 X3DAudio1\_7.dll 0x00006C370000 d3d11.dll 0x000180000000 PSAPI.DLL 0x01DF00000000 Fallout4.exe 0x7FF749CC0000 ResampleDmo.DLL 0x7FFCF9680000 DSOUND.DLL 0x7FFCF9740000 XAudio2\_7.dll 0x7FFCF99B0000 d3dcompiler\_46e.dll 0x7FFCFA2A0000 gameoverlayrenderer64.dll 0x7FFCFA6A0000 XDI.dll 0x7FFCFA840000 UnlimitedSurvivalMode.dll 0x7FFCFA8B0000 ToYourFaceFO4.dll 0x7FFCFA900000 SprintSpeedController.dll 0x7FFCFA950000 RobCo\_Patcher.dll 0x7FFCFA9A0000 RememberPickAngleUpdated.dll 0x7FFCFAA80000 ReloadFix.dll 0x7FFCFAB40000 PRKF.dll 0x7FFCFAEE0000 PrivateProfileRedirector.dll 0x7FFCFAF70000 pppl.dll 0x7FFCFAFD0000 po3\_SimpleOffenceSuppressionF4.dll 0x7FFCFB010000 Outfit-ReDress-Fix.dll 0x7FFCFB0A0000 mcm.dll 0x7FFCFB3E0000 LighthousePapyrusExtender.dll 0x7FFCFB480000 Interior-NavCut-Fix.dll 0x7FFCFB5B0000 HighFPSPhysicsFix.dll 0x7FFCFB600000 GCBugFix.dll 0x7FFCFB690000 GardenOfEdenPapyrusExtender.dll 0x7FFCFB6F0000 EnergyWeaponCalcFix.dll 0x7FFCFB990000 crafting\_highlight\_fix.dll 0x7FFCFBB70000 ClassicHolsteredWeapons.dll 0x7FFCFBBC0000 CCExtenderF4.dll 0x7FFCFBC70000 BulletCountedReload.dll 0x7FFCFBCE0000 Buffout4.dll 0x7FFCFBD70000 BakaMaxPapyrusOps.dll 0x7FFCFC0D0000 BackportedBA2Support.dll 0x7FFCFC180000 steamclient64.dll 0x7FFCFD7D0000 D3DCOMPILER\_43.dll 0x7FFCFEE50000 cudart64\_75.dll 0x7FFCFF0C0000 GFSDK\_GodraysLib.x64.dll 0x7FFCFF120000 GFSDK\_SSAO\_D3D11.win64.dll 0x7FFCFF180000 MSVCR110.dll 0x7FFCFF210000 flexRelease\_x64.dll 0x7FFCFF2F0000 IPHLPAPI.DLL 0x7FFCFF440000 MSVCP110.dll 0x7FFCFFA00000 f4se\_1\_10\_163.dll 0x7FFCFFAB0000 BlockingOverhaul.dll 0x7FFD194E0000 msdmo.dll 0x7FFD19BD0000 bink2w64.dll 0x7FFD1A610000 tier0\_s64.dll 0x7FFD1A750000 encounter\_zone\_recalculation.dll 0x7FFD1AA00000 BetterConsole.dll 0x7FFD1AA30000 WeaponDebrisCrashFix.dll 0x7FFD21660000 ArmorPenetrationBugFix.dll 0x7FFD21680000 vstdlib\_s64.dll 0x7FFD216D0000 f4se\_steam\_loader.dll 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Part 32, a return to Kraisal, and my return to actually posting chapters. We get to see the aftermath of the four-part operation, and I get to deal with Reddit formatting changes. I upload Wednesdays, at 4PM to 5PM British Summer Time. Credit to u/SpacePaladin15 for creating the universe of NoP, and the amazing u/ShermanTheMajor for proofreading! And thank you guys for reading. Enjoy the chapter!
Memory Transcript Subject: Second-Lieutenant Kraisal, SC Fighter Pilot Flybird 6, Callsign ‘Mimic’
Date [Standardised Human Time]: July 7th 2168
We all took our seats in this new, bigger briefing room. Despite the concrete walls, it still felt somehow nicer than the last one, more high tech. It might’ve been the lighting, shining down a dim electric blue on all of us.
I looked to the others, who all seemed to be in various states of exhaustion. I still felt pretty energetic, and most of the pilots looked well enough, but the other SCOSG members? Vilik looked like a blood vessel was about to pop, Larsela looked like she was barely awake, and Pegasus… I wasn’t sure. I never was with him. At least we all made it through okay enough. What happened to the others to make them so exhausted, though?
The base commander waved her tail, and we all looked at her as she began to speak. “The operation was a complete success. Despite unforeseen factors in some of the combat operations, you’ve all displayed a commendable level of resilience today. You should be proud of yourselves for making it this far” Damn, the hell happened to the others?
“While most of the pilots in this room were escorting our transports here, Mimic successfully destroyed most of the rebel anti-air and armoured fighting vehicles, with some assistance from friendly partisan forces, and paratroopers from the one-hundred-and-second airborne division. She also successfully shot down an enemy aircraft attempting to intercept friendly planes. Thanks to her actions here today, we all have a place to land, rest, and refuel, as well as a staging area for attacks deeper in enemy territory and towards the planetary defence guns”
“Meanwhile, Quartz One successfully escorted the East Sea Fleet past enemy naval defences, despite resistance from a small enemy fleet blockin her path. She also successfully shot down an enemy mercenary pilot, who was armed with laser weaponry and a superior aircraft. This has allowed us to strike closer to the planetary defence guns without having to rely as heavily on our air support. The Captain of the leading vessel also sent her a bottle of whiskey as thanks, though this will be locked up for the time being”
There was a small amount of chatter at the prospect of alcohol, and a couple people looked to Lars. That lucky bird. All I got was a scratched paint job.
“Quiet!” The base commander yelled, causing the chatter to cease before she continued. “Furthermore, Magnum successfully destroyed several IRBM silo’s, despite heavy ground resistance. He also successfully intercepted two IRBMs before they could reach friendly territory, despite one of these missiles both launching before its silo could be discovered, and being capable of evasive manoeuvres at low altitudes. This has prevented the enemy from launching potentially devastating attacks on our backlines, saving countless lives and allowing us to continue offensive operations unimpeded”
She took a small breath, and cleared her throat, before continuing. “Finally, Pegasus Three successfully escorted the transport carrying defectors into our territory, despite several attempted intercept missions from enemy squadrons, the loss of all decoy aircraft, and the pilot and copilot both being shot, with the former too injured to fly and the latter dead. He also successfully shot down an enemy mercenary squadron attempting to intercept the transport, despite being outnumbered by superior aircraft. The transport successfully landed here, and the pilot is stable. The passengers themselves are mostly unharmed, outside mild bruising from a rough landing, and are going through debriefing”
Jesus Christ, I thought my mission was the hard one. At least I didn’t have to dogfight a fucking missile.
“Overall, this leaves Coalition forces in a highly advantageous position in the war going forwards. The only remaining advantages held by the rebels is the fog of war, and the planetary defence guns, and we are almost in a place where we can wipe out the latter. Excellent work. Dismissed!”
As we all filed out of the briefing room, I began moving through the crowd, when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. Turning around, I noticed one of the paratroopers, looking to me with a slight grin on his face. “Hey, you’re that pilot that saved our asses, right? I wanted you to have this” He then held out a pack of jerky. “As thanks”
“Oh shit, thanks dude!” I replied, grabbing it and immediately devouring its contents.
“It’s the least I could do after you brought us through a second suicide mission alive. Shit, at this rate there’ll be propaganda posters with you on em”
“Eh, just doing my job” I grinned. “Look, I gotta go, see you around?”
“Sure” He replied casually, before walking off.
I turned around and began heading to my friends, managing to intercept Vilik and Larsela. The formers tail was wrapped firmly around his leg, while Larsela was rubbing her eyes with her talons, as if trying to stay awake. “Hey you two!” I greeted “How did you handle things? You both definitely look… Rough”
“How does it look!?” Vilik snapped, before audibly sighing. “Sorry, sorry. Just stressed. I had to deal with five fucking missiles, two of which managed to launch, one which had stealth capabilities, and the other nearly reached criticalaltitudeand-”
“Okok!” I cut him off. “Go figure out which bunk is yours and lie down or something, jesus!”
“Fine, fine! I’m going” And with that, he stormed off, leaving me and my very tired pal alone.
“So…” I began. “What about you?”
She stared into the ceiling for a moment, before slowly looking at me. “Hm? Oh, yeah. It went ok…” She then yawned, and began to stagger off. “I need to lie down though. Maybe we can walk and talk before I find my bed?”
“Sure!” I replied, walking after her. “That works!”
“Right, right… Yeah things went well, most of the fleet made it out untouched. The fact the Promenade had a railgun certainly helped. The rebels surrendered after the second ship was horizontally cut in half”
“Oh, that sounds cool as fuck!”
“More scary than cool” She responded, as we entered one of the barracks. “I felt it firing in my bones…”
“Oh, damn. Nevermind then… So uh, remember this morning? When you were gonna ask me something?”
“Hom? Yeah, kinda… Why do you ask?”
“Oh, I was just wondering what you were gonna ask me is all!” I chuckled.
“Oh, it’s… It was nothing” She muttered, before coming to a halt at one of the bunk beds. She quickly checked the two footlockers sitting at its foot, before crawling to the upper bunk. I decided to check the lockers too, noticing my stuff was there along with hers.
“Lucky coincidence…” I murmured, before sitting on the lower bunk, stretching, and taking a moment to relax, staring up at the bunk above me as I rested on the hard mattress. That moment to relax was then interrupted by an officer walking in, looking around the room, then walking up to me and Lars.
“Excuse me” They began. “Have either of you seen a uh, ‘Pegasus’ around here?”
Larsela waved a wing and flicked her tail feathers, signalling no, while I sat up slightly and shrugged. “Why are you looking for him?”
“The wife of one of the passengers wanted to thank him for saving her husband” They responded. “I believe the passenger in question is the one that flew the plane after the pilots injury, as well”
“Try checking the runway or something. I don’t know, maybe he’s checking out the hangars. He was usually around that kind of area in the last base, anyways”
“Right, thank you” They nodded, before walking off. I flopped onto my back, closed my eyes, and rested.
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This would be my take on a small arc for Pomni.
Going off of Ragatha's line of Caine sometime reuses NPCs, after Gummigoo dies, this, is my take
In, probably a Season 2 Episode, we'd see Pomni and friends going on another wacky adventure, but, Gummigoo would be back
Pomni runs up to Gummigoo, trying to talk to him, but, he doesn't know who she is.
Throughout the episode, all she does is try and get him under the map again, make him go crazy again, so, she can have him back.
She would hurt him, every now and then. Not like seriously, it'd just be like rocks hitting him in the face, but still.
And then, right when they get into a car, and about to ram into a similar cliff, like they did in episode 2, the Pals show up, and take Gummigoo with them.
And, Pomni finally realizes, if they ever were friends, she would let him go.
So, she does, as we see a visual of Gummigoo and his Pals walking away together, and Pomni all alone.

I currently own a GWM 5610 that I find fairly small for my wrist (I'm 6'4, 230, I have large limbs). I also have a Casioak (limited edition blue paisley) that I'm not that fond of: I find the face and numerals way too small to read easily (I'm old and gettin' blinder every day) and the backlight isn't very helpful.
So I don't think another Casioak or small square are what I'm wanting...
Big, legible face is what I'm after. Maybe some contrast. Budget of $100.
What would you purchase? Is there anything enticing that fits those parameters?

I’m sure many of you have suffered TT and lots of it. I have been unknowingly wracking up 2 decades worth of lies to that supposedly are all revealed now.
From what I’ve seen and read over and over again, what is given willingly is the tip of the iceberg in a lot (most) cases. So if they say they kissed someone, they did a lot more. If they say they almost did something but didn’t, they did something. If they only chatted about this little thing, they had full on cyber sex. If they only chatted with 2, it was a slew of women. You get the picture. My issue is there have been so many lies and revelations and “I don’t remembers”, but enough small admissions to shake me and convince me that there is so much more I don’t know.
One of my therapists straight up says, there is more and likely there will be more. You need to let that be, set boundaries and focus on you and getting stronger and better. The other, (our MC), says to put the thoughts on trial, do I have evidence of these things? No? Then they likely didn’t happen and I can calm down and know it’s not reality.
I know this technique, I’ve used it in the past. But this situation is quite different and the trial would most certainly not go that way. Sure, there may not be enough evidence to prove additional wrongdoing beyond a shadow of a doubt, but what’s there is enough for me to want to walk and this is a civil trial, not a criminal one so the burden of proof is on him, not me. And the circumstantial evidence here is a bitch.
I just can’t let this go. It is making me sick. I can’t think, I can’t function, I can’t sleep, I can’t eat. I just want to numb myself to try to forget the pain of what I know he has done already but the pain of what my heart and mind know are beyond those transgressions, the lies that remain, make me want to die.
I think about it. I feel like nothing matters. I feel like everything in my life is overwhelming and took every ounce of my energy on a deficit before this and now I just can’t do it. How am I going to pick myself up from this and move on? It would be hard enough to do it in this relationship with the pain of what he has done in my face every day. It would be impossible out of this relationship where I have to not only repair myself but do everything on my own.
I feel like I need to break my mind in two to survive. I need to break into the damaged hurt woman who needs to heal and can’t live like this or forgive, and separate her from the woman who can forget all the pain and hurt and live in the now to avoid the past or future. When I try though, I fail. My life requires so much mental energy and focus and I can’t do it. I am scattered to the wind. How do people do this?

I'm scared that I'm completely losing myself or being emotionally manipulated in my relationship. (1 yr together, known each other for 10). My partner (29 M) supports me in my self care & work & hobbies & loves to boost me up, but he also frequently tells me things I've done wrong. I'd always rather he be honest about his feelings, but i feel like it's very frequent. Something comes up at least twice a month where he says he doesn't feel listened to or valued or "like a partner" in our relationship and things blow up. This has happened for 3 months now. Before this i dated someone for 4 years who was very reserved, so I got used to feeling very needy - therefore, I have a lot of empathy for needing love and affection and I try to make his needs met. I have tried really hard to fix previous tangible concerns like letting him know when I'll be away from my phone for a while or making changes to not be late to things. We have had some really good strides where I've been able to tell him my needs more or own up to my small failings. But the last 72 hours have been a nightmare even with my growth and progress. I'm sorry this post is lengthy but I'll try my best to explain the current situation:
Sunday my bf slept through his brother coming to visit on accident. He woke up and texted me and said he was spiraling a bit about feeling bad about it and would be okay but just needed a "5" to show him I was there. (this is supposed to be a call back to us saying I love you 5 ever in the past)
I didn't see his text for 30 minutes and then told him l was soo sorry I didn't see this sooner and that I was really sorry he slept through his alarm and missed that, but his body must have needed rest. He said it's okay, it's just my brother.
We spoke for 40 minutes about mothers day and other stuff and then he said "hey you never sent a 5" and I said "oh shoot, 5". It then was shared that it really upset him that I hadn't read and replied to that part of his text. It made him feel not listened to, he said, that I chose to reply how I wanted instead of doing what he asked for. I apologized and also said sorry I didn't say a 5 sooner and that I wish I had seen his text and sent a 5 right away. He got upset that I was apologizing for not texting him right away. He said apologizing for the thing he's not even upset about (not replying for 30 minutes) takes away his agency and takes away from him feeling heard.
He then explained it wasn't fully about the 5 - it was that it hurt that I didn't ask more about his feelings and just changed the topic after he said "it's okay". I think sometimes I forget people say "it's okay" to try to be strong when really they want to talk about their feelings. He emphasized he wished I had asked about his feelings and I said I definitely should have and need to be better about asking more follow up if he opens up and says he's spiraling.
I apologized a ton Sunday night and called him and cried to him on the phone about how much I cared and how much I didn't want to hurt him. He told me it was going to be okay and he even told me he felt loved and cared about. He showed appreciation when I took accountability and I said things like "I totally see how it made you feel not heard that I didnt do a small thing you asked for" and "I really should have followed up by asking more about your feelings or why you were spiraling".
Monday he got upset again once he woke up and said I was defensive yesterday and it hurt and that I talk at him and not with him (I did get defensive a bit by saying things like "I didn't know you weren't still okay and I took it at face value when you said you were okay" or saying "I told you I know I messed up and I shouldn't have ignored you opening up to me" when he brought up again how hurt he felt. But sometimes he repeated how hurt he was and how he wished I would hold myself accountable. So I would at times get defensive by saying "well I tried telling you that I'm sorry I ____"
I didn't know what to keep saying besides sorry and that I messed up. I tried keeping my answers brief after he said i was making things about myself (being emotional in my guilt) because i didnt want to risk monopolizing the conversation. Then he told me I really hurt him because he shared 2 paragraphs about how hurt he was and I gave a 10 word answer. I apologized multiple times for my 10 word answer. I said I only kept it short to keep the focus on him. He said it felt like I wasn't even trying. I tried asking what else he needs or what I could do to help and he told me I'm just Asking "out of self preservation". Then when I said I wish I knew what I could do to help he said "did you ask". Three different times when I said I wish I could make him feel better or things like I am trying to give thoughtful answers he would say "did you ask" and then I would say "ask what?" And get frustrated when he didn't give me a straight answer. When I got upset for not getting an answer to my question, he said I was making it about me again.
At some point he asked for examples of me asking accountability. I sent screenshots of when I said I messed up and hurt him and I should've done differently and he got upset and said "those are from yesterday and don't impact how I feel today". I tried taking accountability again today in multiple sentences. He seemed grateful that I did and was glad to hear me list the things I messed up and take the blame for. But then when I brought up something i was hoping we could still do (a surprise party for him) he got really upset and said I was only thinking about what I wanted (to see him and get him to the surpise) instead of what he wanted (to not go out). This led to him skipping his own surprise party yesterday. It was so embarrassing because I didn't know how to explain why he wouldn't come with me (I was supposed to be the one to bring him to the surprise) and his friend ended up making up that he got too wasted beforehand. Even since the party he has only said how his wishes feel ignored and he never wanted a surprise party (I guess a misfire but his friends really wanted to do the party so I went along). No apology for not even coming.
A chunk of yesterdays convo, word for word: M: "I felt so small when you gave me a 10 word response I felt like I didn't explain enough or wasn't good enough . And to not really have a response, it hurt me so bad."
F: "I'm sorry for hurting you so much and giving so small of a response. I'm really sorry for the things I did to make you feel small."
M: "thats not what I'm worried about or bothers me"
F: "What are you worried about or bothered by? You shared it Made you feel small when I sent a 10 word response, so I thought that was a part of the problem."
M: "Not really related and makes me feel worse about getting the love I need/want"
F: "i don't understand. You brought up how much hurt you and how low it made you feel, how is it not related?"
M: "Did you ask?"
F: "I'm asking now"
M: "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you being hurt negated everything I've felt?"
F: "What? Where did I say I'm hurt?"
M: "You're asking a question so you could feel good or secure but I dont feel I'm afforded the same"
A seperate convo chunk later that day:
M: i spend so much energy and get so little in return. When I reach out and ask for help everything gets focused on how you felt. When do I matter?
F: I'm sorry. I hope you can get to feel like you matter now. I have been trying to do what you need and put very little focus on myself and I'll keep trying
M: If you can't try or listen to what I'm saying or asking for just leave me alone and make this whole situation easier. I'm exhausted and tired from giving you grace and somehow things always focus back on you.
_--- Then In several texts asked him if he explain how things kept coming back to me and he said the focus just keeps coming back to me.because I won't take accountability. He is embarrassed and doesn't feel good enough. Because I don't show him support when he needs it and don't show i care in the ways he wants or needs the way he supports me when I'm low.
F; I'm sorry and I wish I had afforded you the same. I'm trying to give thoughtful answers, sorry if they have to be short because I'm at work. Can you explain how you feel like the focus has been coming back to me in today's convo.
M: did you ask?
F: ask what? How did I make the focus on me?
M: dude we aren't doing this again
F: dude I asked for clarification becuase I don't get your question
M: It's not about you. I don't think you're ready or capable of loving me the way I want or need. I feel like I've given you grace and afforded you the space to make or acknowledge mistakes. I can't keep begging to be heard and feel like I'm overreacting or misunderstood. It's fine to ask for clarification, but when you do it hijacks the conversation and we never revist what I said.
F: because I don't get an answer so it's hard to revisit the topic when I'm still confused
M: I'm sorry , I didn't realize that me spiraling or being in a bad place was only continued because you didn't get a response. This isn't about you.
I want to get him to couples therapy because I care about him SO much and he has a really big heart and a good soul. But once he feels hurt, it's like he's stuck being the victim and can't see how horribly irrational our conversations are going. I am not perfect at conflict either - I get defensive if he keeps talking about being hurt, and I end up crying a lot to him about how bad I feel for hurting, and sometimes he has to help me calm me down from my intense crying over the problem I caused, which is draining for him. But I think at least in this case he is really stuck in a victim complex where he isnt doing any wrong and I'm not doing much right to him. I genuinely feel like therapy could really help, and that the couples therapy would support my individual therapy working on defensiveness and emotional control. I want to support him, but I'm nervous to just outright ask for it. What do I do? How could I ease into the topic?
TL;DR: Although I have tried to be very patient and take accountability there are a lot of things I do that hurt my boyfriend. I have worked on improve some concrete things but our most recent conflict (detailed above) has me feeling anxious and lost because I try taking accountability throughout but he is still upset no matter what I say. I don't think he knows how to handle conflict and I'm not perfect at it either but i am very willing to name everything I do wrong and try to change it. I want to suggest couples therapy so he can see we can both do better. Not sure how.

I recently had a Zoom meeting with the management company and the resident management company (RMC) of a small block of 14 flats. The meeting was hosted by the management company, not any of the residents or RMC directors. I asked for a copy of the meeting recording, but they responded:
"As we confirmed to participants, the reason for the recording is to make a record of the discussion. It's unfortunately not possible to share the original."
Is there any law that requires them to share the recording with me? I would appreciate any guidance on this matter.

It's a long shot, but I'm posting in hopes someone who lost their dog and knows someone who did sees this.
I just saw a lost small white dog in Boulevard Abdelmoumen (near Wafasalaf). She was clearly recently cared for as her curly coat seemed to have been trimmed not too long ago and she was relatively clean. She was terrified and disorientated and nearly got hit by several cars when she took off. Unfortunately, she bolted before I could take a picture of her. She had a reddish/pink tuft of hair on her face/between her eyes as if someone had applied bétadine scrub/dwa lhmer to her face.
I hope her family finds her soon.

hi all.
I posted a couple of times recently about a spreadsheet gang builder I, with a few other kind contributors are making. It was a lot of work to say the least. Which was offered for free.
People seemed to like the idea. I know we have YakTribe, which i use myself, and other gang builders. Some are out of date now, some are not free (Quartermaster). This spreadsheet is only an alternative.
After giving an update on this project, I had some strange sarcastic comments, asking if I know what YakTribe is etc. This is small potatoes, and just another one of those people that we have around the place. But I am beyond tired of people like this. I avoid anyone like this at all costs, unless working, then i get nasty like them. (which is never really a "win" and something i would prefer to just avoid).
I lurk on most reddit subs, not wanting to get involved because of how vicious people seem to be these days, willing to argue nastily over the tiniest of details. I would rather just avoid them.
I never really saw it on this sub till the other day. Most people here are very patient, welcoming and friendly.
Because of arrogance and unpleasantness like this, I wont really be dealing with Reddit that much anymore, and will add it to another list of sites i just lurk in when bored in work. I would rather just avoid it.
All I really ask of people is, act like you would in person, when on the megawebz. You dont know the state of the other person you are callously putting down. If you would still act like a facetious, smug asshole face to face with someone, maybe just do not go out hah. You people get reddit, we get a nicer world. Boom.
Alaska hermiting awaits.

TW: Brief mention of a suicide attempt
For the sake of privacy we'll call the friend that is getting married, Sofie and the ex friend, Alice.
This is a long one so I apologize but context it needed to fully understand why I did this. And to be fair, this is an insane experience all together so buckle up. This may be the only unique experience I have and I wish I didn't.
Alice and I have known each other all of our lives. Our parents were close so we grew up together. I saw her much more like a sister to me than a friend and we always looked out for one another. Alice struggled in her teen years with alcohol and getting in to the wrong crowd but she did her best to clean up and change things. In our early twenties we decided to move out together and become roomates. It was me, her, and her longtime boyfriend who I also had a friendship with. We'll call him Nathan. Things were great the first few months. But as time went on we started butting heads. Alice didn't have a job at the time (she did at the time of us signing the lease. I also lost my job before moving in but quickly found whatever I could) Alice kept saying she'd find another job but she never did. Nathan only worked part time at minium wage and out apartment was 1200 a months. So he couldn't afford to pay her half of the rent so I started taking it on and she would pay me back a few weeks later after she managed to sell some clothes or whatever. It got to the point where I was struggling and pulling extra hours of work to keep up. I would come home in the middle of summer where it's 104 out and they have the thermostat at 62 and would get mad at me if I turned it up to 72 because 'it was unbearably hot' our ac bill for our small apartment was insane because of this and granted, I'm the one pretty much paying for most of it.
They would get mad at me for the smallest thing. Guilt me and saying I treated them like children when they were adults. But yeah, I'm gonna be mad if I come home and you left our electric fire place on in the summer because you like the aesthetic and our ac is blasting.
Now, here is where things take a turn and get Weird. Both me and alice are Hispanic and we were both raised religious. Due to our heritage and background, we have both experienced paranormal stuff growing up and within our families. It's not uncommon in Mexican culture to deal with the paranormal. I have some severe ptsd thanks to several past experiences I had as a child that I won't get into. When we moved out we were both religious people. Over the next few months Alice began to deconstruct her faith and wanted to find what she believed which I supported her on that. The one rule I had was not to bring anything or interact with anything paranormal. I did not want that in my apartment and she knows and has witnessed my recovery from my trauma with certain things. She completely agreed. She started exploring things with crystals, Tarot, all of that stuff and I gave her space and let her do her thing.
This is when Sofie came in to our lives. She was an old friend from HS that wanted to reconnect with us and we began hanging out. All of three of us were friends but me and Sofie hung out more. Over the course of the next few months things got weird in our apartment. Lights would flicker occasionally, their cat would meow and hiss at seemingly nothing. We would make jokes and move on. And Because I was working so much and I also had health issues, my mental health began to decline. I have severe depression and have been able to maintain it but due to the stress and my own isolation, It began to worse. Also they never cleaned the apartment unless asked (even tho Alice was home nearly every day) their cat would tear up the carpet. They'd leave dirty dishes all over the kitchen and internet would shut off because they'd forget to pay the internet bill (the only bill they managed on their own) because Nathan didn't believe in checking mail even if they were late notices. He'd toss them all. We'd get into fights and they would tell me how horrible of a friend I was because I had to 'constantly nag them' when they were behind on rent or reminding them we could not afford to have our ac at 62 in the summer.
7 months in and I made the decision to not renew our least together. We both wanted to try and save our friendship in anyway we could so as soon as it was up, we would part ways and I would move in with my brother and SIL and help them out for a bit until I found another place to stay.
Month 10. I was so physically sick, the doctors wasn't sure what was wrong with me. My mental health declined so bad that I began contemplating suicide. I was under so much stress and in debt. They were nearly 2 months behind on rent. But I didn't want us to get evicted and I'm a people pleaser and I wanted these last few months just to get over with. They left for a trip to see a family member for 2 weeks. Taking the cat and leaving me alone in the apartment. I was so happy for the first day. And then that's when everything happened.
Whispers were coming from their room. Like someone was having a conversation. I could never hear what was being said but as soon as I'd get close enough, it would stop. Their lights and lamps would turn on at night. On day 3 I went in and unplugged EVERYTHING to make sure it wasn't on some sort of timer. I guess it didn't like that because at night, the door would open and slam shut, repeatedly. It would do it so hard it shook the walls. Because of my own depression I literally thought I was losing my mind and it was in my head. No way this was happening. Things began to rearrange themselves. I could hear it. Furniture moving, jewelry being moved around, all of it, in their room. I texted Alice making a joke about how her room may be haunted. She replied with "familiar spirits get curious when their owners leave. It's fine"
I asked her to clarify. She pretty much told me she was in contact with something and since they were gone it was just curious and exploring.
I... I really had no words. I felt betrayed and lied too. How hard was it to not bring something into this apartment? To not communicate with things in our house? I should have left then. I didn't. While it stayed in the room, I could feel it. Like it was watching me. I grew paranoid. I didn't tell anyone. Didn't want to make a big fuss I just wanted to leave so I made plans to move out sooner then later.
One day. I just snapped. I don't put blame on her. I should have reached out, let people in and not isolate. I don't think she even knew how bad it was for me. I text my best friend, the one friend I knew doesn't text back for HOURS if not a day before my attempt. (different best friend, not sofie) She made it in time and stopped me mid attempt. Her and her husband came into my apartment. And as I was saying I felt like I was going crazy and having a psychotic break, the door opened on its own and slammed shut. They witnessed it and I cried because I honestly thought I was losing my mind despite the texts.
They tried to get me to leave then and I said no. They told my brother who called me and demanded I pack my things immediately and so my sister came over the next day while I went to work (just one day after the attempt) she didn't tell me until years later but she experienced everything I had. Which now makes sense as to why she helped me pack so freaking fast. I didn't tell her anything, just that I needed to leave and weird things had happened. I packed my things, I left. My parents found out and my dad went into the apartment (he grew up in the thick if it with his grandmother being in the occult) and my dad knew something bad was in that apartment and helped me get everything else out.
My friend came back livid. Our parents are close and her parents were upset with her. Asking why she was messing around with these things. I sat down and had a talk with her. Telling her I was sorry for how things came to light but I didn't really have a say in the matter. I said I'd be dead if my friend hadn't shown up and saved me from my attempt which was what started our family finding out. She looked me in the eye and said "im sorry. But you lived. And now thanks to you, I have to deal with my family finding out." I have never seen her be so emotionless or cold like she was when she said those words to me. I realized then, she did not care.
She blamed it on me. Telling my parents and her parents I was messing with stuff. We are grown adults. Act like it. If this is what you want to do with your life own it. Don't blame it on me as an escape goat because you didn't want to tell you parents you no longer believe in a religion. No one believed her anyway. But still, it hurt. I realized our friendship could never be salvaged. Sofie witnessed this all and cut ties with Alice. Alice bad mouthed me and blamed me. She also forced me to pay for the last months rent because I apparently owed her. (it was that or give it to her mom who didn't have the money) And left with a 10k cleaning and damage fee that I thankfully got the apartment to pin on them. I tried so hard to make Alice see my perspective and how I wasn't blaming her for my attempt or anything but she would shut me out and ignore me. I kept things quiet, tried not to tell our mutual friends what went on. But I found out from them that she blamed me for it all. Told them it was all my fault. That I was controlling and horrible to her when I have text message proof of how abusive she was too me and manipulative. There is so much more, I could make a list of all the things she and her bf did and lied about but for the sake of time, just know, as a people pleaser, this experience killed that. It lefted me jaded and Cynical of everyone. She was like a sister to me... I never thought we would end this way.
So..to the actual point of this post...
2 years have gone by Alice has no contact with me nor I, with her. Me and sofie are best friends. She's heard everything, she's seen the text and been my shoulder to cry on. She decided to move to Seattle which is far from me but I promise to stay in touch. We do and she gets proposed to by her long term bf and I'm excited for her. We're on the phone talking about dates and dresses when she drops a bombshell on me. She said Alice had moved to Seattle a few months back and reached out to her. They began to hang out and now are close friends. She wants a super small wedding with like 50 people and Alice and Nathan will be coming. If she maintained a friendship with them, I don't think this would have hurt so bad. It's the fact that she cut ties with them on her own terms and told me she never wanted to see Alice's face again. She'd go out if her way to talk crap about them. So I was shocked when she said this.
I immediately began to cry. I didn't mean to. I'm in therapy, I'm doing so much better but the flood of emotions came back and I broke down crying. I felt like Alice got to get away scot free. She didn't have debt, she didn't have trauma from the event, she kept all her friends while I lost some. And now she gained another. I apologized and said it was her day and it was about her, she could do whatever she wanted. But the thing that made me cut ties was when she told me that I almost didn't make the cut to the wedding. Alice did. But she wasn't sure if she would have room for me, her best friend. She then said if I wasn't comfortable I could stay home for the wedding and not come. I realized we weren't as close as we were use to and that hurt. She also told me I should forgive Alice for what she did and Alice has no issues with me. I told her no. Alice never apologized, Alice wasn't the one traumatized, and Alice still believed she did nothing wrong. I apologized for my part and in turn she dragged my name through the mud. I would never treat any of my friends how she treated me. She has not changed, I know that for SURE. So no, I won't.
Sofie responded that there are two sides to every story and she could remain friends with us both. But I feel like she already made her choice. I told her I wasn't coming to the wedding and cut ties. That was in January.
So yeah... AITA for cutting ties with Sofie because she invited Alice to her wedding? Should I try to reach out? Or just let it be.
Part of me feels bad. But the amount of abuse Alice put me through... I feel like there has to be some sort of line. I would never be friends with sofie's ex friend who abused her. And she even told me if I did, she wouldn't be friends with me. I use to thing that was petty but somethings... Somethings you can't move past.

Did I miss something? Because is meguro inside Jurota? Why the fuck he is acting like he has another personality? Like Shen? WTF, didnt Jurota loss to the clone or Meguro? Where is the clone of Meguro, the smiley guy? Kinda dirty what they did to Jurota I mean he hasn't even faced Meguro and now he is acting that he is Meguro itself? WTF

Storytime and TLDR is at the bottom.
I (22F) had a decent upbringing, both parents (57M and 52F) present, a roof over my head, food on the table, private education, etc etc those things can be ticked off. But inside the house those family dynamics were always pretty strained from my earliest memories. With both parents having their fair share of trauma, it had to carry into their kids’ lives somehow. The untreated mental health from a young age, lack of self-awareness/accountability, both parents turning a blind eye to the easy signs that your kid’s a little fucked in the head definitely wasn’t on the agenda of family things to discuss at the dinner table.
My parents were and are very much in love, you’d see the unity between them instantly. And they got together quite late for their generation, generally speaking - late 20s and early 30s. And so, it’s always been the story that I’ve been told and as far as anyone else in our extended family was concerned: my parents met, fell in love hard and fast, had me, and shortly got married after. Ironic given I grew up catholic so the whole ‘having a child out of wedlock is forbidden and a gateway to hell’ was confusing when you know this their story for me off by heart.
Growing up, I never looked like my dad. I need to preface I’m mixed - mum’s Asian and dad’s stereotypical white man from the UK. I know how genetics work, had a pretty good grasp of the concept when I was younger. Now it’s things like, I don’t have my dad’s nose, his hair, his face shape, I just looked like my mum and some distorted other features I could never see my dad when I looked in the mirror. As a kid, they just explained as genes and that my mum’s was stronger so I just ended up looking exactly like her and I just ended up with my dad’s small ears (Please, I cannot believe I was so gullible to think that the only thing I got from my dad was his goddamn ears). I just never questioned the lack of my dad in me when I looked at myself, why would my parents lie about that? Also, I never had a reason growing up to care about whether I looked like my dad. There were a lot of mixed kids like me in my area so it was a similar boat and I had somewhat (and I say this lightly) of a support system to reassure me that this is all normal.
But there gets to an age where you feel things shift, and society is perceiving you a type of way now, the mixed kids identity crisis, the lack of belonging and blah blah blach. But my parents wouldn’t lie to me? Sure, they’ve fucked up in a few areas of parenting and let me down as an individual, but it’s fine because therapy, because life lessons of knowing that parents fuck up and you can forgive them or not. But back to the point, this is my parentage - they wouldn’t lie, right?
When this came about, I was on pretty okay terms with my parents. I had left a family holiday that I was on with them a bit earlier due to work, so they were still on holiday when I got the message. A few days after landing, I was in the gym minding my business and doom-scrolling. Alas, I’ll check LinkedIn. Check the requests from non-connections. And here this mother-bald headed-fucker was - this massive spiel of ‘I miss you’, ‘I haven’t stopped trying to see you’ and one fucking Darth Vader move later, “felixerikaa, I’m your father”.
There it is, asked the guy a few questions. Security questions like he’s at a fucking bank, if you will. And everything checks out, what he knows, how he knows, and what the guy looks like. Here I thought I was my mother’s daughter, but I am my bio dad’s daughter through and through - in appearance only personality, we’ll never know. My parents are none the wiser of this guy reaching out, so imagine their surprise when I’m sat on FaceTime with them when they’re 3000miles away and I’m trying to find out if this guy is legit. And after being iced out for the rest of their holiday, I get a “Yes, he is! But he isn’t your dad, he’s not the one that raised you so it doesn’t matter”.
And she’s right. It doesn’t matter.
I don’t know how to end this but to the curious folks that want to know what happened after, not much, I blocked bio dad. And I’ve been slowly working on a fruitful relationship with my parents, the ones that have been there since day 1.
TLDR: Had a late night gym sesh with my bestie, got a few messages from some bald guy on LinkedIn claiming he knows me, misses me and he’s my dad. Ask my parents, to confirm it’s real. It is. Blocked.
Thanks for reading if you made it this far.
edit: grammar

I apologise if this has already been done but I keep seeing the odd post asking how to buy SLOTH.
Step 1

• First, you will need to install Phantom either for browser or ios/android - https://phantom.app/
• Open it up and create a new wallet, copy down the seed phrase and keep it safe.

Step 2

• You will then need to purchase some SOL. The easiest way is to purchase some from a CEX like Coinbase, Kraken etc.
• Find the Phantom wallet address in the receive section and send the SOL from the CEX to it.

Step 3

• Once the SOL is credited to the wallet. Select the opposite-facing arrows in the centre within Phantom (this is the swap function).
• Select SOL as the first token and then search for SLOTH as the token you are swapping to.
• NOTE - multiple SLOTH tokens appear. Press the "i" and select the token that's contract address coincides with the following - HQ7DaoiUxzC2K1Dr7KXRHccNtXvEYgNvoUextXe8dmBh (official contract address - check X/dextools/dexscreener if required)
• Once selected enter the amount of SOL you would like to swap for SLOTH, press review order and then swap.

Step 4 (optional/added security)

• if you have a lot of SLOTH it may be sensible to split this between wallets
• To create a completely separate wallet you will either have to delete the app/browser extension or use another device and set it up like in step 1. This way you are creating a wallet with a new seed phrase. If you just add an account all wallets will still be under the same seed which is less secure.
• Once you have created the desired amount of wallets you can still display them altogether by adding them individually by seed phrase.

If there is anything someone would like me to add or change please let me know. Thanks and I hope this helps at least someone new to the community.