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2024.05.16 22:14 Etiekyed I created a Youtube Transcript Search App!
 | https://preview.redd.it/yvfz0ozriu0d1.png?width=6139&format=png&auto=webp&s=359ff023725e96b31d5bdfe1802c97e1ebbb488d submitted by Etiekyed to swift [link] [comments] Hello Swift, I just launched an app that searches YouTube by Transcript. I created it for those who want to find the full length video of a short video clip on TikTok, Instagram, or Snapchat, but had no clue what the video was titled or who posted it? With Invenio (the name of the app), all you need to do is type in a few words from the clip, and our AI powered app will search through over 1 Billion YouTube videos to locate the original video within seconds. The app's design is very minimalistic. You can perform a broad search that searches every video on the platform, or you can filter down to a specific channel's videos. This comes in handy trying to find that specific clip from a podcast channel, which hour long videos. It will also tell you the second that the phrase is said in the clip. I created it as a tool to help myself, and now others, find the full length videos to popular video clips, then to create unique edits, and post them on TikTok to generate $1 per every 1,000 views it received. Then I realized this can have more use cases. Let me know what you think! I have a 10 free search trial, and then I charge a monthly/yearly subscription. |
2024.05.16 22:13 No_Photo_6109 Let’s Just Talk About It (Respectfully)
It’s no secret an ongoing conflict within this sub is fans vs. skeptics vs. “haters”. So instead of having the same continuous comments and arguments under and in posts let’s just talk about it, starting with a poll. Feel free to vote and then leave a comment. Respectful, constructive comments are fine. Hateful, antagonizing or unnecessarily rude ones will be deleted.
This is also not an open invitation to attack someone for their opinion. And there will be many differing opinions on here. The sub rules still apply so keep any discourse civil.
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This is also not an open invitation to attack someone for their opinion. And there will be many differing opinions on here. The sub rules still apply so keep any discourse civil.
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2024.05.16 22:13 Independent_Peak9329 Main reasons for relapse
Hey guys. I'm a frequent reddit user but this is my first thread. I've been in this SR lifestyle for a few years now. This journey invites us to get to know who we really are. It's important sometimes to stop and analyze the journey.
With this I would like to share my main cause for relapse. I believe this is related to some of you. In my opinion, relapse comes from some action or consequence. If we are aware of it, we should evolve and deal with it, or avoid it as much as possible.
My main and only reason for relapse is having a messy house. Uncleaned kitchen, cooking, washing and ironing, etc...
When I let tasks pile up, procrastination sets in, and with it, the dreaded relapse.
I'm an organized and tidy person. But when I'm overworked, I let some tasks pile up. I used Sundays to put everything in order when I could. Sometimes I accumulated a lot and got bored using my free time for household chores.
I realized my shortcoming after a streak of 160 days. I went crazy with so much to do at home and relapse came. That was always the reason. I realized that and corrected it.
Guys, always keep your space clean and organized. This will give you more good energy.
Understanding the reasons for relapse and correcting it is very important for growth.
What about you? Have you identified anything that keeps you going off course?
Thanks and keep Honorable!
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With this I would like to share my main cause for relapse. I believe this is related to some of you. In my opinion, relapse comes from some action or consequence. If we are aware of it, we should evolve and deal with it, or avoid it as much as possible.
My main and only reason for relapse is having a messy house. Uncleaned kitchen, cooking, washing and ironing, etc...
When I let tasks pile up, procrastination sets in, and with it, the dreaded relapse.
I'm an organized and tidy person. But when I'm overworked, I let some tasks pile up. I used Sundays to put everything in order when I could. Sometimes I accumulated a lot and got bored using my free time for household chores.
I realized my shortcoming after a streak of 160 days. I went crazy with so much to do at home and relapse came. That was always the reason. I realized that and corrected it.
Guys, always keep your space clean and organized. This will give you more good energy.
Understanding the reasons for relapse and correcting it is very important for growth.
What about you? Have you identified anything that keeps you going off course?
Thanks and keep Honorable!
2024.05.16 22:11 Inorai [Menagerie of Dreams] Ch. 18: Your Customer Service Sucks pt 1
![[Menagerie of Dreams] Ch. 18: Your Customer Service Sucks pt 1](https://external-preview.redd.it/0WqnfZ_QKQqKCP1SXZv0VDPnPSvy2dI_5OArGSTa3pQ.jpg?width=640&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=a7efe4e1249d50d17423a4b407646f4e3714558f "[Menagerie of Dreams] Ch. 18: Your Customer Service Sucks pt 1") | https://preview.redd.it/z7xbdxeniu0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d3a4b6ffa80a972f422be4809ce3e721f5b9e7c6 submitted by Inorai to redditserials [link] [comments] Cover Art First Chapter Playlist Character sheets The Story: Keeping her store on Earth was supposed to keep her out of trouble, but when a human walks through her wards like they weren't there, Aloe finds herself with a mystery on her hands. Unfortunately for the human, her people love mysteries - and if she doesn't intervene, no one will. With old enemies sniffing around after her new charge, the clock is ticking to find their answers. Aloe showed me how to do this letterbox thing a little bit ago. Hopefully this gets to you. Otherwise, I mean, I guess you’ll never read this? Rowen grimaced down at the page. Get to the point. Stop faffing about. Anyway. We’ve been traveling, so I didn’t get a chance to write earlier. Thanks for all your help with the magic kit stuff, again. We still haven’t found an actual answer. We found out I can open the Heartgates, though. That seems pretty big. Just going to assume you know about all that stuff. Aloe doesn’t think it’ll be enough, but He hesitated, pen hovering over the page. Was he just being naive? He didn’t doubt that Aloe was right, it just…seemed cruel. Surely the whole world couldn’t operate like that. but I don’t know. It feels like it’d be pretty hard to wave something like that off? Are the Children of Ora or whatever really that single-minded about themselves? We’re in Emerald Hills now, with that Lord Dilmat guy Aloe knows. If I can be honest a sec? I really don’t know how much I buy that he’ll help me. The lord guy seemed pretty disinterested once Aloe said he couldn’t keep me. Is staying here really a good idea? I do trust Aloe, but I don’t know. I don’t have that much time left. This feels like a gamble. Not much time at all, now that they’d blown a few days traveling and getting set up. His all-too-short deadline was staring him down every time he closed his eyes. Could he really risk hanging around with some dude who visibly didn’t give even a single shit? But what else could he do? I guess it’s whatever, he wrote, shaking his head. I’m going to try and work the shop a little more. People here seem to speak English, but it’s not their go-to. It’s getting a little weird. They keep giving me looks. I need to find some sort of language textbook for Ereliit, but I’m a little worried. If there’s never been a human with magic before, you guys have probably never tried to teach a human before either. Right? So do I even have a chance in hell of learning? Would there even be anything in English? He took a long, shaky breath. Just a worry. Do you have any ideas? I just don’t know what’s out there. But I’d like to try learning. There. He’d talked about where they were, and he’d talked about Eswit, and he’d talked about his language battles. That just left… His lips tightened. That just left the bit he really, really didn’t want to get into. But there was no getting around it. I’m worried about Aloe. When we were heading into the Deeproads she started having this weird…attack. Glowy eyes, spouting nonsense, wouldn’t respond. She told me it’s because of her magic poisoning her, and she said it was a one-off thing from some kind of magic shock from coming back down here, but then it happened again last night. She’s fine. I don’t mean to scare you or anything. She’s got that nightsbane stuff, and now that I know this is going to keep happening I can try and watch for it more. Or something like that. But she’s always a bit weird after she takes those potions. I just don’t really know what to do with all this. I just want someone else to know. Getting a little nervous. Rowen took a shaky breath, closing his eyes for a moment. He hated tattling on her. If he was sick, the last thing he’d want was his friends spreading it around. But…someone needed to know. Someone that wasn’t him. What if last night happened again? What if she fell into another trance like at the aviary and he couldn’t wake her up? No. Kanna needed to know. The floor creaked overhead. “Rowen?” Aloe called. “Are you up?” “I’m down here,” Rowen called back. Well. She was up early. The sky outside was still dark. He’d figured he had at least another half hour before she wandered out. Quickly, he turned back to the paper laid out on the counter. I’ve got to go. Aloe’s up and around, and I’ve got to get back to Emerald Hills for more testing. Lucky me. Fingers crossed they actually tell me something useful this time. It wouldn’t be down to luck. This time he’d make them listen. Thanks for listening, Kanna. Hopefully you actually get this. He stood as the hallway above started to creak, hastily folding the letter up. She’d pointed everything out to him and run through a quick explanation. He just had to take this stamp, marked with a hastily-applied KANNA label, smack it onto the paper, and then put it in that wooden box. Close the lid, and- Rowen jerked back as a flash of light erupted from beneath the so-recently-closed lid. Slowly he lifted the edge back up. The box was empty. “W-Well, that was easy,” Rowen said, grinning. Either the letter was on its way to Kanna, or he’d found a new handy-dandy trash can. All he could do was trust it was the former. As he put the stamp back into the rack, though, his hand lingered on the wood. He’d carried Aloe back to her room last night, was all. She’d been utterly passed out, and he wasn’t so frigid as to leave her out in the cold by herself. He’d felt weird about barging into her room unasked, yeah, but…well, he just hadn’t been able to come up with an alternative. She certainly wasn’t about to wake up. Her bed had been rock-hard. He could remember it clearly, like someone had taken wooden planks and covered them in a few layers of comforter. He’d almost felt bad putting her down on it and walking away. Even the thought of it gave him a sore back. As he’d turned, he’d caught a glimpse of a writing desk in her otherwise-barren room. There’d been a violin on it. And…a stamp, just like this. There hadn’t been a handy English label, so…he didn’t have a clue who it’d send a letter to. But there alongside it had been a pile of crumpled-up letters. Someone Aloe wanted to write to, then—but couldn’t? But who? It would’ve been absurdly rude to pry further, so he’d just…walked away. And now he found himself oddly curious. The stairs creaked. Rowen glanced up, then gave a quick wave when he saw Aloe descending. “Morning. You’re up early.” “Couldn’t sleep for shit,” Aloe mumbled. “Are you off?” “Yeah.” Rowen grimaced. “Eswit wants me back bright and early. I’ve got to keep him happy for now.” “Good kid.” Aloe gave him a quick smile, patting his shoulder as she passed. “Just stick with it. We’ll figure this out, I promise.” He was sure she wanted them to figure this out. She might even believe that they’d do it. But belief in a thing didn’t make it reality. He needed to keep pushing. This was no time to sit back and take things easy. He smiled back, nodding, and stood. “I’m off, then.” “Be safe,” Aloe murmured as he strode by. He just kept walking, head held as high as he could, until he was out of the Dragon and alone again. —-------------------- Aloe turned on her heel, giving the floor a long look. The sun was up and Rowen was off. The scholars would be able to help him. The question was, how fast? Would they be able to make a breakthrough soon? She tried to keep her mind from scrolling through the calendar left to them. It wasn’t enough for them to solve Rowen’s mystery by the deadline—if they didn’t get back to Windscour in time to declare their progress to Envoy Jaian, she’d run a real risk of getting herself in trouble with the crown. She could defend herself, but…she didn’t want to give them any excuse to declare the deal null and void. Which meant she really, really needed Eswit to get to work, fast. Sighing, she straightened. A trilling whistle slipped from her lips. All around the Dragon, candles ignited, turning the morning glow into a comfortable brightness. The shutters on the front windows flew open, and through them, she saw the sign out front drop into place. Well, they were open for business. Overhead, the sunbirds raised their heads, starting to trill amongst themselves. “Don’t make yourselves trouble,” she said, giving the big guy at the group’s center a warning look and a pointed finger. He only chirped at her, hopping to the side. She heard one of the eaves windows creak open, followed by the flapping of wings. Several of the others followed suit, vanishing into the outside world. “Fine,” Aloe muttered, shaking her head. “Come back in time for dinner or you’re not getting any.” It didn’t worry her too much. Most of the dens had access to an exit if they wanted it, and all of them knew the signal for when she was packing up. There shouldn’t be too much danger toward them in a deeproads town like this. She was just reaching her chair behind the counter when the door swung open again. “Forget something?” she said, turning back. Her eyes widened at the sight of a woman striding through, short and sturdy with thick, curly red hair and a wide-brimmed hat whose colors had been bleached with too many hours in the sunlight. Pouches ringed the belt on her waist, hanging down almost to her knees. “Pardon me,” the new woman said, her voice gruff. “Had a lad all but pounding down my door ‘bout some new shop in town.” She leaned her head back, fixing a look on Aloe from beneath the brim of her hat, and grinned. “Thinkin’ it’s ‘round the time I should see the place for myself.” Just as she’d thought, then—this was Lanioch’s apothecary. Exactly the sort who might be interested in the goods she sold. Aloe smiled right back, bowing with careful, deliberate respect. “Madam Healer, I believe I have exactly what you need,” she said. “Whatever that is.” “We’ll see about that,” the apothecary said, turning toward the Dragon’s shelves with a brisk step. Aloe’s grin only widened. She wasn’t put off by the woman’s air and attitude, no. She’d expected this. The bargaining was the best part—and out of everyone in the town, this was likely to be her primary customer. The game had just begun. —-------------------- It was early enough in the morning for there to still be dew on the grass when he crossed over into Emerald Hills, but the lab was already bustling. The secretary Aloe had talked to before perked up at the sight of him, beckoning him over. She didn’t try to speak to him, though. Maybe she was too busy. Maybe he was just the human and didn’t rate a little morning chitchat. Hell, maybe she didn’t even speak English. He let her usher him into the same lab room he’d been in before. It was just like he remembered it—but this time, there’d been a huge magic circle like something out of Fullmetal Alchemist scrawled all over the floor. There were tiny detailed elements throughout it that looked like someone had painted in with a tiny, hair-thin brush. “Paint, hopefully,” he whispered, giving the thing a contemplative tap with his foot as the secretary walked across the room atop it. If he messed up all their hard work they just might kill him after all. The circle didn’t budge. With one last shrug, Rowen steeled himself and followed after. Note-Taker and Box-Holder were there, he saw with a grimace. Both lit up at the sight of him—but as they hurried toward him, he saw Note-Taker pull something from his pocket. A vial, filled with clear liquid. “No,” Rowen said, taking a step back as the pair charged him. The rest of the researchers scattered around the lab looked up at the firmness in his voice, but he refused to let himself back down. “I’m not going to drug myself. It’s not necessary.” “You must hold still,” Note-Taker said. “It will…” He scowled, chewing on his lips. “Difficult,” he said at last—and held the vial out again. “Take.” “I’ll hold still,” Rowen said, shoving his hands resolutely in the pockets of his jeans. God, he felt out of place here dressed like a normal person when they were all wearing their fantasy getups. “I’m not taking it.” Note-Taker grimaced. He glanced to Box-holder, who shrugged. Rowen stiffened as the two started talking in Ereliit. “And you can’t keep everything secret from me this time,” he said. “You have to tell me what you’re figuring out about me. That was the deal.” The two erelin men looked back to him, and now the disdain in Note-Taker’s expression was clear. “No time,” he said. “We will handle. Sit.” “Yes, there damn well is time,” Rowen snapped. “Look, you’ve got two choices here. You can either tell me what you’re learning or I’m not going to cooperate. Okay?” He watched Note-Taker’s nostrils flare. The man was positively glaring down the length of his nose at Rowen now. “You are not-” “We had a deal,” Rowen said. “With your boss. D’you think that Lord Eswit guy is going to like it if you drive me and Aloe away?” He jerked his chin higher, matching the asshole glare for glare. “All I’m asking is for you to talk to me.” Box-Holder muttered something under his breath, still in that stupid language of theirs. But before Rowen could launch into them again, Note-Taker let out a groan. “Agreed,” he said, sounding like he didn’t agree at all. He’d at least said the word, though. And he did still need their help to get some answers. So Rowen just nodded, letting the two men guide him to the center of the magic circle, and steeled himself for what came next. —-------------- By the end of it, Rowen understood why Note-Taker had wanted to drug him. He didn’t have a clue what they were doing. He’d tried to watch and pay attention, but there was only so much he could do. He was plunked down cross-legged at the very center of the whole arrangement, with Eswit’s mages around the outer ring with their wands and staves. Every time they raised their implements, the circle under his ass started to glow with a frankly-worrying intensity. And then the deluge would begin. Fireballs. Lightning bolts. Whirlwinds that whipped around him and blew his hair all astray. Bits of free energy, and shrieking rips of pure noise, and gouts of water that drenched his sweatshirt. He tried to stay still through all of it, gripping the insides of his sweatshirt pocket and closing his eyes against the worst of the onslaught. He’d promised Note-Taker he could manage. But Christ it was hard. Sweat drenched his undershirt, and however strong his resolve had been at the start, he was mortified to find he was starting to shake a little. All of the fear vanished when, with one last crackle of energy, the latest barrage faded—and the mages all turned away from him. “Is that it?” Rowen whispered. Note-Taker was in the back of the room, scrawling away madly on a clipboard. The other mages were starting to encircle him, Rowen saw. And they looked excited. Bingo. Legs still quivering beneath him, Rowen stood, banging his fists into his thighs until the tingling went away. “What is it? What did you find?” The scholar closest to him glanced over, but turned back to the others just as quickly. None of the rest even bothered to look. Note-Taker was beaming, though, and Box-Holder’s eyes damn near sparkled. Rowen’s anger deepened. They’d found something. “Hey,” he snapped, striding closer. “What’d you-” Note-Taker raised a hand, gesturing dismissively in his direction. A pair of the scholars turned, moving to block his way, but Rowen had expected that. Darting to the side, he ducked between a pair of Orran women—and snatched the clipboard out of Note-Taker’s hands. You’d think the guy had never been bullied in school. He was slow to react, hands closing around open air for a second before he lunged. “Fucking-” “Oh, so you do know some actual words,” Rowen said. He kept backstepping, circling the room until the exit was square behind him. “Look. You told me you’d talk. That’s all I want here.” Note-Taker’s face contorted with anger. “Give it-” “No,” Rowen said, holding the clipboard up and away from the Orran’s reach. “Just tell me what you guys found out, and I’ll give it back.” “You’ll-” “Otherwise,” Rowen said, taking another step backward, “I’m going to take this back to Aloe to see what it says. And I won’t be coming back tomorrow.” He waited, counting the seconds. The scholars had all frozen somewhere in the middle of his escapade, glancing at each other with worried eyes. This was all a risk. He knew that. He needed these guys as much as they needed him—but maybe a little reminder that he could just pick up and go if they refused to play ball would do the trick. So he waited, eyes glued to Note-Taker’s face and nerves twitching for the slightest sign of counterattack. Finally, the man scowled, letting out an irritated grunt. “Testing passive resonance,” he said gruffly. “And?” Rowen said. “What’d you find?” “Response value of five,” Note-Taker said. He spat the words out, then thrust his hand toward Rowen. “Give.” “What’s that mean?” Rowen said. “Passive resonance. What is that? And what’s it mean that-” “Did not promise tutoring,” the man hissed. He jabbed his hand forward again. “Give.” “Okay,” Rowen said. “Fine.” He’d gotten the important bits. Passive resonance, and it spat back a five. Passive resonance, five. Passive resonance, five. As long as he could get that back to Aloe, she’d be able to translate. He slapped the clipboard down into Note-Taker’s outstretched hand. “Here. That’s all I wanted. Are we done for the day?” The pair of head researchers glared at him, lips tight, but turned almost immediately back to their own work. One by one heads around the room swiveled away from him. Guess that was his answer. Rowen shook his head, grumbling a little to himself, but made for the door. Time to figure out what all the fuss was about. |
2024.05.16 22:11 Anthrax-Pixie ● Meet Scapegoat. ●
Here's another old/new OC! I have fond memories of this guy, and I thought he would fit into HH/HB very well. No art yet, but maybe soon!
S C A P E G O A T
Description: This bizarre creature seems mostly human at first, but closer inspection reveals the very.. well.. goat-ish qualities. He has no fur, but his skin is a rich mahogany tone etched with a variety of scars from head to toe. It is uncertain whether these were self-inflicted or caused by others. Two thick black horns grow out of a mass of unkempt dark brown hair and curl around large floppy ears, both of which have had noticeable chunks taken out. His eyes are simply two wide yellow circles devoid of pupils, and he sports the sharpened teeth often attributed to the cannibals, though he has not been known to partake. Bare feet show that he has dirty black hooves. He wears a filthy pair of plain tan pants and an ancient, torn straightjacket. Though the arms of the jacket have been unsecured, allowing him free use of his upper body, he has difficulty handling objects due to the length of the sleeves covering his hands. He also walks in a constant hunched state, as the groin strap has not been removed or unbuckled.
Personality: Unknown. The creature rarely speaks, and when he does the words are often gibberish and do not relate to what was asked of him. His voice is exceptionally gruff and can be difficult to hear. If left alone, he does not seem to desire to bother anyone. If approached with kind intent, he has been described as docile if perhaps a bit slow-minded. When agitated or provoked, he has been known to resort to incredible acts of violence which cannot be mollified until one or the other is dead. He does not seem to register any pain for himself in this heightened state.
Lore: Little is known about where this peculiar man came from. He had no name and seemingly no history when he showed up at a police station one day, drenched in blood and taking claim to several unsolved murders. Forensics on the blood returned no known victims, nor were any reported after the fact. Fingerprints of the man also yielded nothing. It was as if he, along with his supposed victims, had never existed at all. Unsure of what else to do with the stranger, he was quickly relinquished to the care of the closest psychiatric hospital for evaluation. Here, he refused all treatment and continued to insist that he was a murderer. He even began to take credit for crimes committed by other patients of the hospital. This earned him the nickname "The Scapegoat" by those around him. Those who attempted to convince him otherwise were subjected to outbursts of varying degree, some merely being spit on or having food thrown at them, while others were brutally beaten. Because of his unpredictable nature, the man was sequestered to isolation for the remainder of his life and required a straightjacket during all interactions with staff. He died in the early 1990's from an overdose of medication that he had been hoarding unknown to the nurses. His age at the time was unknown, but approximated to be in his mid-30's to early 40's.
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S C A P E G O A T
Description: This bizarre creature seems mostly human at first, but closer inspection reveals the very.. well.. goat-ish qualities. He has no fur, but his skin is a rich mahogany tone etched with a variety of scars from head to toe. It is uncertain whether these were self-inflicted or caused by others. Two thick black horns grow out of a mass of unkempt dark brown hair and curl around large floppy ears, both of which have had noticeable chunks taken out. His eyes are simply two wide yellow circles devoid of pupils, and he sports the sharpened teeth often attributed to the cannibals, though he has not been known to partake. Bare feet show that he has dirty black hooves. He wears a filthy pair of plain tan pants and an ancient, torn straightjacket. Though the arms of the jacket have been unsecured, allowing him free use of his upper body, he has difficulty handling objects due to the length of the sleeves covering his hands. He also walks in a constant hunched state, as the groin strap has not been removed or unbuckled.
Personality: Unknown. The creature rarely speaks, and when he does the words are often gibberish and do not relate to what was asked of him. His voice is exceptionally gruff and can be difficult to hear. If left alone, he does not seem to desire to bother anyone. If approached with kind intent, he has been described as docile if perhaps a bit slow-minded. When agitated or provoked, he has been known to resort to incredible acts of violence which cannot be mollified until one or the other is dead. He does not seem to register any pain for himself in this heightened state.
Lore: Little is known about where this peculiar man came from. He had no name and seemingly no history when he showed up at a police station one day, drenched in blood and taking claim to several unsolved murders. Forensics on the blood returned no known victims, nor were any reported after the fact. Fingerprints of the man also yielded nothing. It was as if he, along with his supposed victims, had never existed at all. Unsure of what else to do with the stranger, he was quickly relinquished to the care of the closest psychiatric hospital for evaluation. Here, he refused all treatment and continued to insist that he was a murderer. He even began to take credit for crimes committed by other patients of the hospital. This earned him the nickname "The Scapegoat" by those around him. Those who attempted to convince him otherwise were subjected to outbursts of varying degree, some merely being spit on or having food thrown at them, while others were brutally beaten. Because of his unpredictable nature, the man was sequestered to isolation for the remainder of his life and required a straightjacket during all interactions with staff. He died in the early 1990's from an overdose of medication that he had been hoarding unknown to the nurses. His age at the time was unknown, but approximated to be in his mid-30's to early 40's.
2024.05.16 22:10 Holiday-Contract-629 Brawl Stars Boosting!
We offer carry/pushing services for every brawler in brawl stars. Also hosting a FREE GEMS GIVEAWAY. Join our discord server for more : https://discord.com/invite/brawlstar
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2024.05.16 22:09 IStoleThePies [TOMT][YouTube][2005-2009] Pokemon sprite animation
Going out on a limb here, but I recall an old Pokemon sprite animation on YouTube (likely uploaded before 2010). Its title solely consisted of the word "Pokemon" along with a single grammatical character. I believe it was Pokemon` (though it could've been something similar like ~Pokemon).
The animation used sprites from the games (pretty sure the GBA era ones, although it may have been Gameboy era) and the text was in a foreign language (very likely Spanish or Portuguese, or at least a Romance language).
I unfortunately don't remember much from the video except for the ending. A Pokemon battle is taking place in the style of the games, involving either Pikachu or Pichu. Professor Oak comes onto the battle screen and says something, and he is then electrocuted by Pikachu/Pichu and reduced to a skeleton, which freaked me out as a kid.
I haven't had much luck searching for it, so I'd appreciate any help.
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The animation used sprites from the games (pretty sure the GBA era ones, although it may have been Gameboy era) and the text was in a foreign language (very likely Spanish or Portuguese, or at least a Romance language).
I unfortunately don't remember much from the video except for the ending. A Pokemon battle is taking place in the style of the games, involving either Pikachu or Pichu. Professor Oak comes onto the battle screen and says something, and he is then electrocuted by Pikachu/Pichu and reduced to a skeleton, which freaked me out as a kid.
I haven't had much luck searching for it, so I'd appreciate any help.
2024.05.16 22:03 Unlikely_Candy_6250 [F4M] Receiving the Princess's favor (Script Offer) (Fantasy) (Medieval) (Friends to Lovers) (Princess speaker) (Knight listener) (Tournament) (Romance) (Confession) (Okay for monetization)
A knight's efforts in the tournament have garnered the attention of an old childhood friend, who also happens to be the princess.
Info
You can edit the script or make more parts to it if you want. You can paywall it but please send me a link if you do.
There's a brief section at the beginning where another character (a maid) speaks. It's in italics and can be removed if you don't want to include it.
1,020 words.
I've done a princess script for ladies why not another for gents, lol. Feedback is welcome.
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[Maid]: "Thank you for coming Sir Knight, the Princess is waiting for you inside."
"No, I'm afraid I don't know why she's invited you." \Giggles* "Although with how well you performed in the joust I'm hardly surprised she wants to speak to you, maybe to offer you a token of her favor? Something for you to tie to your lance."*
\Teasing* "I'm surprised someone as chivalrous and strapping doesn't have a hundred of such tokens already. If you like I'm sure I could find a glove to-"*
[Speaker]: *Opens door* "Ahem! Thank you for bringing him, now if you could excuse us a moment. I would like to speak to the man of the hour for myself."
*Closes door* "Good evening, Sir Knight. Thank you for responding to my invitation. I, wasn't certain you would. Hm? Oh, yes. You may kiss my hand if you'd like." *Listener kisses her hand.*
*Flustered* "I, err." *Coughs* "Commendations are in order for your performance at the tournament so far. I can't the last time I saw Sir Henry unhorsed in the joust like that. Although I would urge you stay cautious, there is another day of jousting yet to come. I wouldn't wish to see you harmed by your overconfidence."
"Hm? Oh, yes. You may kiss my hand if you like." *Listener kisses her hand.*
*Flustered* "I, err." *Coughs* "It's good to see you again, it's been a while. Nearly a year as I remember."
"Yes, you have my..." *Sighs* "I'm sorry as well. I shouldn't have said half of what I did and should've phrased the other half of what I said less brashly. I suppose I was as angered by my father's decision as you were, though I wouldn't admit it openly."
"It was a mistake, to throw away a lifelong friendship when you were only concerned for my well-being. I hope you can forgive me for it."
"Thank you, I forgive you as well. If it's alright with you could we, talk? The way we used for, if only for tonight."
*Laughs* "Yes, like in the garden. I'm surprised you remember, you used to hate how I dragged you there all the time. I'm convinced you'd have refused to come at all if I weren't your princess." *Coughs* "The princess, of the kingdom that you belong to, I mean."
"In my defense, I used to hate it when you invited me to go sword training with you." *Humorously* "I couldn't stand the way you disarmed me so quickly, every time. Neither could my father, as I recall, although I think he was more upset that I was spending so much time with you at all."
*Jokingly* "He must've feared we'd ride off and elope one day, leaving the kingdom behind." *Giggles*
"You've grown into a great knight. I'm impressed by how skilled you are." *Teasing* "I like to think I had something to do it with it. If only because you needed something to show off to me." *Laughs*
*Exhales* "I was surprised when I heard you'd be competing in the tournament, you, made your feelings on it quite clear the last time we spoke. About the way I'd allow my hand to be fought for by strangers, at my father's request."
"It's not the way I'd dreamed of being wed but it can't be helped. I'm the Fifth born of my siblings and third born of my sisters. There no alliances that need be struck, only fame and favor to curry with the people. Hence, this tournament is to decide my fate."
"I don't fault you for participating however, even if you don't hope to claim the ultimate prize."
*Pause*
*Shyly* "Or, do you?"
"I-I understand of course. Marriage to a princess would elevate you and your family to great heights. If that's what you want I'll support you."
*Listener grabs her hand* "M-my hand, why are you...?"
*Timidly* "I'm, more than a prize to you, aren't I?"
*Nervous laugh* "Excuse me I, need a moment.* *Happier laugh* "I never dreamed anyone would ever actually... Let alone that you'd..."
"No no! You haven't upset me, quite the opposite actually."
"Truthfully I'd, always held an interest in you. A romantic one." *Wryly "It'd have infuriated my father if we were to court and yet he'd probably have banished you if you'd broken my heart. So I, kept my interest to myself, as much as I was capable, I'm pretty sure my siblings caught on at some point."
"Which, I suppose would explain why they encouraged me to reach out to you. I was nervous but, I'm glad I did."
"Ahem, forgive me, but might I kiss you? I've wanted to for a while now."
*Kiss*
*Laugh* "Not the romantic first kiss I used to dream of, and yet at the same time it's everything I always wanted. Thank you, for everything."
"It's not going to be easy though. I have faith in your abilities but this tournament's attracted some of the kingdom's finest knights. If you lose then we-"
"No, you're right. I can't think like that, not tonight. Not when we have so little time to spend together, we should think of cheerier things."
"Please, tell me about your travels. I've tried to keep track, even if from afar, but I'd like to hear of them from you."
*Fading out* "Is it true you've traveled outside the kingdom?"
*Pause*
*Fading in* *Laughter* "And the Baron still hasn't let you back in the city? Goodness, I'll have to write to him on your behalf."
*Pause*
*Sighs* "I'm afraid it's time. If you linger here any longer we'll certainly be caught. If it gets back to my father he might prevent you from competing in the rest of the tournament."
"I'm, frightened. If you don't win then... No, I don't want to think about that."
*Kiss*
*Pause*
"Before you go! Here, take my glove, tie it to your lance or arm. I doubt my favor carries any tangible weight in the competition to come, but I want everyone to know that you have it."
"That you're the one I want to marry."
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[Maid]: "Thank you for coming Sir Knight, the Princess is waiting for you inside."
"No, I'm afraid I don't know why she's invited you." \Giggles* "Although with how well you performed in the joust I'm hardly surprised she wants to speak to you, maybe to offer you a token of her favor? Something for you to tie to your lance."*
\Teasing* "I'm surprised someone as chivalrous and strapping doesn't have a hundred of such tokens already. If you like I'm sure I could find a glove to-"*
[Speaker]: *Opens door* "Ahem! Thank you for bringing him, now if you could excuse us a moment. I would like to speak to the man of the hour for myself."
*Closes door* "Good evening, Sir Knight. Thank you for responding to my invitation. I, wasn't certain you would. Hm? Oh, yes. You may kiss my hand if you'd like." *Listener kisses her hand.*
*Flustered* "I, err." *Coughs* "Commendations are in order for your performance at the tournament so far. I can't the last time I saw Sir Henry unhorsed in the joust like that. Although I would urge you stay cautious, there is another day of jousting yet to come. I wouldn't wish to see you harmed by your overconfidence."
"Hm? Oh, yes. You may kiss my hand if you like." *Listener kisses her hand.*
*Flustered* "I, err." *Coughs* "It's good to see you again, it's been a while. Nearly a year as I remember."
"Yes, you have my..." *Sighs* "I'm sorry as well. I shouldn't have said half of what I did and should've phrased the other half of what I said less brashly. I suppose I was as angered by my father's decision as you were, though I wouldn't admit it openly."
"It was a mistake, to throw away a lifelong friendship when you were only concerned for my well-being. I hope you can forgive me for it."
"Thank you, I forgive you as well. If it's alright with you could we, talk? The way we used for, if only for tonight."
*Laughs* "Yes, like in the garden. I'm surprised you remember, you used to hate how I dragged you there all the time. I'm convinced you'd have refused to come at all if I weren't your princess." *Coughs* "The princess, of the kingdom that you belong to, I mean."
"In my defense, I used to hate it when you invited me to go sword training with you." *Humorously* "I couldn't stand the way you disarmed me so quickly, every time. Neither could my father, as I recall, although I think he was more upset that I was spending so much time with you at all."
*Jokingly* "He must've feared we'd ride off and elope one day, leaving the kingdom behind." *Giggles*
"You've grown into a great knight. I'm impressed by how skilled you are." *Teasing* "I like to think I had something to do it with it. If only because you needed something to show off to me." *Laughs*
*Exhales* "I was surprised when I heard you'd be competing in the tournament, you, made your feelings on it quite clear the last time we spoke. About the way I'd allow my hand to be fought for by strangers, at my father's request."
"It's not the way I'd dreamed of being wed but it can't be helped. I'm the Fifth born of my siblings and third born of my sisters. There no alliances that need be struck, only fame and favor to curry with the people. Hence, this tournament is to decide my fate."
"I don't fault you for participating however, even if you don't hope to claim the ultimate prize."
*Pause*
*Shyly* "Or, do you?"
"I-I understand of course. Marriage to a princess would elevate you and your family to great heights. If that's what you want I'll support you."
*Listener grabs her hand* "M-my hand, why are you...?"
*Timidly* "I'm, more than a prize to you, aren't I?"
*Nervous laugh* "Excuse me I, need a moment.* *Happier laugh* "I never dreamed anyone would ever actually... Let alone that you'd..."
"No no! You haven't upset me, quite the opposite actually."
"Truthfully I'd, always held an interest in you. A romantic one." *Wryly "It'd have infuriated my father if we were to court and yet he'd probably have banished you if you'd broken my heart. So I, kept my interest to myself, as much as I was capable, I'm pretty sure my siblings caught on at some point."
"Which, I suppose would explain why they encouraged me to reach out to you. I was nervous but, I'm glad I did."
"Ahem, forgive me, but might I kiss you? I've wanted to for a while now."
*Kiss*
*Laugh* "Not the romantic first kiss I used to dream of, and yet at the same time it's everything I always wanted. Thank you, for everything."
"It's not going to be easy though. I have faith in your abilities but this tournament's attracted some of the kingdom's finest knights. If you lose then we-"
"No, you're right. I can't think like that, not tonight. Not when we have so little time to spend together, we should think of cheerier things."
"Please, tell me about your travels. I've tried to keep track, even if from afar, but I'd like to hear of them from you."
*Fading out* "Is it true you've traveled outside the kingdom?"
*Pause*
*Fading in* *Laughter* "And the Baron still hasn't let you back in the city? Goodness, I'll have to write to him on your behalf."
*Pause*
*Sighs* "I'm afraid it's time. If you linger here any longer we'll certainly be caught. If it gets back to my father he might prevent you from competing in the rest of the tournament."
"I'm, frightened. If you don't win then... No, I don't want to think about that."
*Kiss*
*Pause*
"Before you go! Here, take my glove, tie it to your lance or arm. I doubt my favor carries any tangible weight in the competition to come, but I want everyone to know that you have it."
"That you're the one I want to marry."
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2024.05.16 21:52 OrwellianWiress Valley of the Sentries
You know what the best part is about playing Engineer in Team Fortress 2? You get to watch how angry everyone gets when they get shot by your sentry guns. Me and my best friend Jose both main Engineer, and can confirm that the best way to spend your Friday nights after school is to set up a sentry and get ready for the rage. There’s been matches where we haven’t even used our actual guns even once, but racked up lots of kills just because of the sentries.
One day Jose called me up with an idea that was either going to be the stupidest thing ever or the smartest thing ever. He wanted to fill an entire team with only Engineers and watch the chaos unfold. I couldn’t stop laughing at the mental image in my head and agreed with the plan. I joined a Discord server with everyone else on the team.
I convinced my cousin Matthew to join, and he in turn brought along his little brother Zack. According to Matthew, it took quite a bit of convincing because Zack was a Scout main who couldn’t stand Engineers. He eventually got through to his little brother by promising him a Steam gift card. I even got their dad Graham to play along (yes, I have an uncle who plays TF2. How cool is that?). Jose enlisted his friends, who turned into friends of friends and soon enough we had a team of 16 Engineers.
To say that we caused chaos that night was an absolute understatement. As soon as we joined the game the text chat was flooded with messages from the other team wondering what the hell was going on. And they only got worse from that point on. We surrounded our control points with a ring of sentries that people just kept running into. I saw keyboard smashes and heard other teen boys’ voices crack in rage and many, many words that I personally don’t care to repeat here.
The most skilled Engineer was this guy named Craig, who was a friend of one of Jose’s friends. Not only was he the main person capturing the enemy control points with some very strategically placed teleporters, but he was also really friendly and encouraging to all of us. I didn’t know what he looked like, but from his voice it sounded like he was in his early 20s.
Me and Craig started to chat more and more on Discord. He was a super nice guy who was also really fun to talk with. He took time out of his day to teach me how to be an even better Engineer player. Whenever someone started dissing me in the voice chat, he firmly told them to leave me alone. After seeing my fair share of toxicity in the TF2 community, it was nice to know that this complete stranger was looking out for me.
This whole Team Engineer thing became a weekly tradition for us on Friday nights. It was something everyone could look forward to after work or school. One time after everyone logged off and said their goodbyes, Craig sent a message a few hours later in our Discord:
“You guys gotta check this out. I found the weirdest server ever. It’s literally Engineer heaven. Meet me at vl_sentry.”
I was still in the mood to play and I could stay up late tonight, so I hopped back on TF2. I saw that Jose, Graham and this other girl we played with named Lynn were also online. I found vl_sentry and connected to the server. The map was called Valley of the Sentries and it was created by Valve.
It took my computer a little bit to process the map, and it took me even longer than that to process what I was seeing.
The map looked like a chessboard with 3D-sculpted hills. The sky was just pure white. Not even white walls, just the color white. Every square had a blue sentry on it and there were about 4 or 5 other Engineers jumping around, spamming their voice lines. That’s when I realized that we were the only ones there, and there was no red team.
“Hey Sean, glad you could make it :)” Craig said in the text chat. “What the hell is this?” I asked. He told me that this was a server that one of his friends showed him. The friend said he was introduced to the map by a friend of his who knew someone who worked at Valve. Craig then went on to explain that apparently Valley of the Sentries was an experiment to test the limits of the sentry guns and their effect on the servers. Rumor has it that the map is infinite.
“Check this out.” said Jose. He switched to Heavy and immediately got shot down. All of the sentries turned towards him. There were so many of them that it made the game lag a ton. He respawned as Engineer and the sentries just kept on spinning.
“WTF?” I typed. “We tried it with all the other classes and it does the same thing.” said Craig. “It ignores Engineers, but shoots everyone else.” Lynn added. “And that’s why we’re the best class. Engineer power!” Graham joked.
I asked what would happen if you were to play as Spy and sap one of the sentries. “I tried, but you gotta have a godly reaction time to activate it.” said Jose. As soon as he said “godly reaction time”, I knew I had to try it out just for the bragging rights.
Respawn. Shot down. Respawn. Shot down. Respawn. Shot down.
Yeah, I did not have a godly reaction time. The others kept spamming “lol” in the chat each time I failed. I got annoyed pretty quickly and stopped trying. Then out of nowhere, all the sentries turned away from me and started firing at someone. I turned around and all five of us were still standing there. I looked at the top bar that shows how many characters were in the game. There were only five Engineers and they were all on the same team. So what the hell were the sentries targeting?
I started to walk in the direction that the sentries were facing and Jose followed me too. We moved really slow, not only because of the sentries on every square but also the uphill climbs. It was just us two in the chat for a while, talking about seeing each other back at school on Monday while we made our slow walk across the map. Then our conversation was interrupted by a chat message from Lynn.
“Why is there a man in the sky?”
Me and Jose tried to get to Lynn to see what she was talking about as fast as possible, but we moved like snails. To get back to the spawn point, we both switched classes, instantly died and respawned as Engineers. I don’t think we respawned in the same place we started from. I don’t even know where we respawned. There were no landmarks or notable things to help you find your way. Just hills, valleys, and sentries.
I asked Lynn where she was and she just told me she was with Graham and Craig. Only that wasn’t very helpful because we didn’t know where they were either. We stood there, stumped for a minute and a half until Jose got an idea. He said that she should just switch classes and respawn, because then all of the sentries would point toward her and we could follow them all the way back to her. She made the switch, got shot down, and we instantly knew where to find her.
We finally got close enough to kind of make out the vague shape of a few Engineers over the non-existent horizon. Me and Jose were relieved, until all the sentries pointed to our right. I swiveled around and saw them open fire on…nothing. I checked with Jose to see if he caught something I didn’t, but he also didn’t see what they were shooting at. I decided that it wasn’t that important and continued to walk towards the rest of the group.
We met up with Lynn, Craig and Graham, disappointed that we made that trek all for nothing. Even though we were all together now, it just felt so lonely. The only sound coming from my computer was the constant beeping of the sentries in perfect sync. I don’t know why, but it made me so uneasy. I attempted to break the silence by going to the voice lines and playing the iconic Engineer “Nope” soundbite. It echoed across the checkered land with no response.
It was about 12:30 AM at this point and I was starting to feel more and more unsettled with each passing minute. There was just something about this black and white world that I felt creeped out by. Before Craig invited us to come over, there was no one else on the server. Who would even want to play on this map, anyways? It’s so unfairly balanced that only one class can survive. Movement speed was super slow, and you can’t even really do anything except watch the sentries turn and turn and turn forever. It was like hypnosis, except I didn’t feel sleepy or relaxed at all.
Speaking of being sleepy, Jose said he was getting tired and was going to be logging off. We all said goodbye to him and continued chatting amongst ourselves. It sounds stupid, but my stomach dropped when I saw the fifth Engineer portrait disappear. One less person to talk to. One less person to keep myself from wondering what else was out here. I could have sworn that after he left, the beeping got louder.
“So is this map actually infinite?” asked Graham. “Only one way to find out.” Craig said. “Just keep on walking and see if it goes on forever.” “Why don’t you just fire a shotgun and see how far it goes?” Lynn suggested.
I took out the shotgun and fired. The bullet flew off into the white distance and disappeared.
Then I heard the distinct sound of someone getting shot.
A message appeared in the chat, from someone named sentry_check_pattern.
“sentry_check_pattern: stop that”
Once again I looked at the top bar. It just showed four blue Engineers. That meant we were the only ones on the server. Or so we thought.
The chat was flooded with our confusion, almost as if everyone realized at the same time that something wasn’t right. None of us moved an inch.
“What even is this place?” I asked, hoping that the mysterious user would provide me with an answer. “Must be Engineer heaven.” said Graham.
“sentry_check_pattern: more like my personal hell”
This was the moment that made me trust my intuition. I knew there was a reason why I found this map so creepy. I wanted to leave the server, but there was just one thing keeping me back- my own curiosity. My wish to unveil the mysteries of the Valley of the Sentries.
“Okay this is really freaking me out. See ya guys.” said Lynn before she left the server. The fourth Engineer’s portrait disappeared from the top bar.
No no no, please. Please don’t go. Don’t leave us. I wouldn’t want to be alone here. Now there’s just three of us, and I really hope that number doesn’t go down anymore. When the others were here, this was just a weird TF2 map that we were exploring together as friends. And now it feels like we’re trapped in this infinite world, but we aren’t alone. The only problem is we don’t know what else is here.
I shuddered, imagining Craig and Graham ditching me and leaving me all alone in the Valley of the Sentries. Just me and whoever- no, whatever was talking to us.
“sentry_check_pattern: you don’t know how good you have it
you can leave at any time
i can’t”
This terrified me. What a horrible thought, never being able to leave this place. But of course, no one could really be trapped here. It’s a Team Fortress 2 server. You can just exit the game and shut your computer. No one could be trapped in a video game.
But if you think about it, aren’t the characters themselves trapped? They can’t leave the game. They’re characters. They don’t even know they’re in a game. You or the computer controls all their actions. They don’t have free will. And if you’re bad at the game, they’ll just keep dying over and over again.
Wait, why was I thinking about this?
I carefully considered what I wanted to say next in the chat. Whatever I said could either answer all my burning questions or leave me asking more. But sentry_check_pattern talked first.
“sentry_check_pattern: i was made for one purpose
to die over and over again”
Oh my god. It was like this person read my mind and knew exactly what I was thinking about. Who or what was I talking to? I turned all the way around to make sure that no one else was there. It was just the two blue Engineers standing behind me. Just Graham and Craig. And that man with the checkered skin.
Startled, I asked my friends if they saw what I saw. It took them a second, but both of them confirmed that yes, there was indeed something else there. A basic male model with the same chessboard texture as the map. Graham immediately started to shoot at him. Nothing. It just went straight through him.
“sentry_check_pattern: you can’t kill what’s already been killed millions of times over
valve made that mistake too
every company has that one failed project they don’t talk about
and that’s me”
Whoever was behind this weird account was talking crazy. The Team Fortress 2 developers were very open about everything like fixing their glitches and bugs. They always posted things on the official blog about the development process. They’re so open about their failures and always promise to fix them.
“Stop with the weird stuff. We just wanted to know what the deal is with this server and the weird chess guy. Do you know anything about it?” Graham asked in the text chat.
“sentry_check_pattern: know anything?
you’re not very bright, graham
none of you are
do you not realize where you are and what you’re talking to”
Something about the way sentry_check_pattern used Graham’s name gave me goosebumps. I didn’t know what I was talking to. I didn’t even think I wanted to know at this point.
“sentry_check_pattern: this is one of valve’s test servers
i’m the texture they use to check if the sentries work
read between the lines”
“Quiet, NPC.” Craig said. I laughed a little bit to fight off the awkward tension. Then I reminded myself that I was talking to a video game character, no- not even a character. A blank character model. A texture.
“sentry_check_pattern: just because i’m a character model doesn’t mean i can’t feel pain
open fire”
The sentries all swiveled around to face the man and shot at him. He kept falling to the ground, turning white and standing back up in the same position.
“sentry_check_pattern: cease fire”
All of the sentries stopped shooting and just went back to spinning around, their beeps echoing in the air.
“sentry_check_pattern: ready to see what i’ve been through for over a decade?
open fire”
Before any of us could react, the sentries opened fire on Craig all at once. He kept dying, but he didn’t explode the way you’re supposed to when you die in TF2. He just dropped to the floor, turned white, and respawned over and over again. There was no death scream. I tried to type something else in the chat but the game lagged so much that my typing just ended up as a string of random letters that meant nothing. Craig tried to type something out too. It just ended up as “wwwwwwwwwwthisishowitfeelswwwwwwwww” Then the game crashed and my computer shut down.
I hyperventilated. Then I laughed at myself for hyperventilating over a stupid computer game. It was Team Fortress 2 for god’s sake. That game with all the memes and goofy jokes. Stupid, stupid Sean. Scared of a character model. Jose would never let me live it down. I just laughed and laughed to push the fear away.
I closed my laptop and took out my phone to rewatch all of my favorite TF2 animations for the millionth time. As if they weren’t already the funniest things in the world, I forced myself to laugh even harder than usual. Every time I saw the Engineer, I couldn’t help but look at the reflection in his goggles. The reflection of an endless map of black and white squares.
Thankfully, nothing bad happened to my game, account or laptop. The next day I just went right back to playing and enjoying the rage coming from all the people who ran right into my sentries.
Team Engineer was still a thing, but it was never really the same. We played together a lot less frequently. It was still a lot of fun, but I felt a change that I couldn’t really describe.
We found out that Craig had lost all progress on his TF2 account. Everyone gifted him all his favorite cosmetics and we all pooled our money together to get him a Steam gift card. He video called us, crying at our kindness. It was the first time I ever even saw his face. He was a lot older than most of us. If I had to guess an age, I’d say somewhere around 30. He had black bangs and was wearing a TF2 shirt. His room was dark, only lit by his glowing computer screen. He thanked us repeatedly and even tried to return the gift card, but we were all adamant that he should keep it.
Speaking of Craig, we still kept in touch but he didn’t talk to me as much anymore. Any time I tried to ask him about vl_sentry, he ignored me for a few days.
The other day, I got some postcards from my cousin Matthew. He was very academic and happened to be studying at a private high school about 9 hours away from where I live. All of his postcards were pictures of him making funny faces with all his friends at favorite school activities like robotics, debate team, and chess club.
I looked at the chess club photo closely. Matthew and his friends were standing in front of a chessboard with a mirror on the wall. And for a split second, I could have sworn that the chessboard looked different in the mirror. It looked warped, like it wasn’t a flat board anymore. Like it almost had hills and valleys. No, it couldn’t be. I rubbed my eyes. There, in the mirror was a checkered man. I knew it was there. I swear on my mother’s life that there was another person in that photo. And then it was gone. Maybe the picture was just printed badly. But I had to make sure my eyes were right.
So I brought the postcard to school with me and I showed Jose. I asked him if he saw the checkered man in the mirror. He said no. But that wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear. That was the answer I hoped I wouldn’t hear. I asked him again. He said no again. Then I asked him another time. He said I was being annoying. So I asked another one of my friends. He said no too. So I moved on to yet another friend. He told me to stop.
I angrily clutched the postcard in my hand, crumpling it. I was the only one that saw what was really there. Everyone else was lying to me. They refused to see the truth.
I screamed and ripped up the postcard. I stomped on its pieces. I rubbed them in the dirt for good measure.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard the sound of electronics beeping.
It rang in my ears.
It was weirdly comforting to me.
You can leave the Valley of the Sentries. But the valley will never leave you.
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One day Jose called me up with an idea that was either going to be the stupidest thing ever or the smartest thing ever. He wanted to fill an entire team with only Engineers and watch the chaos unfold. I couldn’t stop laughing at the mental image in my head and agreed with the plan. I joined a Discord server with everyone else on the team.
I convinced my cousin Matthew to join, and he in turn brought along his little brother Zack. According to Matthew, it took quite a bit of convincing because Zack was a Scout main who couldn’t stand Engineers. He eventually got through to his little brother by promising him a Steam gift card. I even got their dad Graham to play along (yes, I have an uncle who plays TF2. How cool is that?). Jose enlisted his friends, who turned into friends of friends and soon enough we had a team of 16 Engineers.
To say that we caused chaos that night was an absolute understatement. As soon as we joined the game the text chat was flooded with messages from the other team wondering what the hell was going on. And they only got worse from that point on. We surrounded our control points with a ring of sentries that people just kept running into. I saw keyboard smashes and heard other teen boys’ voices crack in rage and many, many words that I personally don’t care to repeat here.
The most skilled Engineer was this guy named Craig, who was a friend of one of Jose’s friends. Not only was he the main person capturing the enemy control points with some very strategically placed teleporters, but he was also really friendly and encouraging to all of us. I didn’t know what he looked like, but from his voice it sounded like he was in his early 20s.
Me and Craig started to chat more and more on Discord. He was a super nice guy who was also really fun to talk with. He took time out of his day to teach me how to be an even better Engineer player. Whenever someone started dissing me in the voice chat, he firmly told them to leave me alone. After seeing my fair share of toxicity in the TF2 community, it was nice to know that this complete stranger was looking out for me.
This whole Team Engineer thing became a weekly tradition for us on Friday nights. It was something everyone could look forward to after work or school. One time after everyone logged off and said their goodbyes, Craig sent a message a few hours later in our Discord:
“You guys gotta check this out. I found the weirdest server ever. It’s literally Engineer heaven. Meet me at vl_sentry.”
I was still in the mood to play and I could stay up late tonight, so I hopped back on TF2. I saw that Jose, Graham and this other girl we played with named Lynn were also online. I found vl_sentry and connected to the server. The map was called Valley of the Sentries and it was created by Valve.
It took my computer a little bit to process the map, and it took me even longer than that to process what I was seeing.
The map looked like a chessboard with 3D-sculpted hills. The sky was just pure white. Not even white walls, just the color white. Every square had a blue sentry on it and there were about 4 or 5 other Engineers jumping around, spamming their voice lines. That’s when I realized that we were the only ones there, and there was no red team.
“Hey Sean, glad you could make it :)” Craig said in the text chat. “What the hell is this?” I asked. He told me that this was a server that one of his friends showed him. The friend said he was introduced to the map by a friend of his who knew someone who worked at Valve. Craig then went on to explain that apparently Valley of the Sentries was an experiment to test the limits of the sentry guns and their effect on the servers. Rumor has it that the map is infinite.
“Check this out.” said Jose. He switched to Heavy and immediately got shot down. All of the sentries turned towards him. There were so many of them that it made the game lag a ton. He respawned as Engineer and the sentries just kept on spinning.
“WTF?” I typed. “We tried it with all the other classes and it does the same thing.” said Craig. “It ignores Engineers, but shoots everyone else.” Lynn added. “And that’s why we’re the best class. Engineer power!” Graham joked.
I asked what would happen if you were to play as Spy and sap one of the sentries. “I tried, but you gotta have a godly reaction time to activate it.” said Jose. As soon as he said “godly reaction time”, I knew I had to try it out just for the bragging rights.
Respawn. Shot down. Respawn. Shot down. Respawn. Shot down.
Yeah, I did not have a godly reaction time. The others kept spamming “lol” in the chat each time I failed. I got annoyed pretty quickly and stopped trying. Then out of nowhere, all the sentries turned away from me and started firing at someone. I turned around and all five of us were still standing there. I looked at the top bar that shows how many characters were in the game. There were only five Engineers and they were all on the same team. So what the hell were the sentries targeting?
I started to walk in the direction that the sentries were facing and Jose followed me too. We moved really slow, not only because of the sentries on every square but also the uphill climbs. It was just us two in the chat for a while, talking about seeing each other back at school on Monday while we made our slow walk across the map. Then our conversation was interrupted by a chat message from Lynn.
“Why is there a man in the sky?”
Me and Jose tried to get to Lynn to see what she was talking about as fast as possible, but we moved like snails. To get back to the spawn point, we both switched classes, instantly died and respawned as Engineers. I don’t think we respawned in the same place we started from. I don’t even know where we respawned. There were no landmarks or notable things to help you find your way. Just hills, valleys, and sentries.
I asked Lynn where she was and she just told me she was with Graham and Craig. Only that wasn’t very helpful because we didn’t know where they were either. We stood there, stumped for a minute and a half until Jose got an idea. He said that she should just switch classes and respawn, because then all of the sentries would point toward her and we could follow them all the way back to her. She made the switch, got shot down, and we instantly knew where to find her.
We finally got close enough to kind of make out the vague shape of a few Engineers over the non-existent horizon. Me and Jose were relieved, until all the sentries pointed to our right. I swiveled around and saw them open fire on…nothing. I checked with Jose to see if he caught something I didn’t, but he also didn’t see what they were shooting at. I decided that it wasn’t that important and continued to walk towards the rest of the group.
We met up with Lynn, Craig and Graham, disappointed that we made that trek all for nothing. Even though we were all together now, it just felt so lonely. The only sound coming from my computer was the constant beeping of the sentries in perfect sync. I don’t know why, but it made me so uneasy. I attempted to break the silence by going to the voice lines and playing the iconic Engineer “Nope” soundbite. It echoed across the checkered land with no response.
It was about 12:30 AM at this point and I was starting to feel more and more unsettled with each passing minute. There was just something about this black and white world that I felt creeped out by. Before Craig invited us to come over, there was no one else on the server. Who would even want to play on this map, anyways? It’s so unfairly balanced that only one class can survive. Movement speed was super slow, and you can’t even really do anything except watch the sentries turn and turn and turn forever. It was like hypnosis, except I didn’t feel sleepy or relaxed at all.
Speaking of being sleepy, Jose said he was getting tired and was going to be logging off. We all said goodbye to him and continued chatting amongst ourselves. It sounds stupid, but my stomach dropped when I saw the fifth Engineer portrait disappear. One less person to talk to. One less person to keep myself from wondering what else was out here. I could have sworn that after he left, the beeping got louder.
“So is this map actually infinite?” asked Graham. “Only one way to find out.” Craig said. “Just keep on walking and see if it goes on forever.” “Why don’t you just fire a shotgun and see how far it goes?” Lynn suggested.
I took out the shotgun and fired. The bullet flew off into the white distance and disappeared.
Then I heard the distinct sound of someone getting shot.
A message appeared in the chat, from someone named sentry_check_pattern.
“sentry_check_pattern: stop that”
Once again I looked at the top bar. It just showed four blue Engineers. That meant we were the only ones on the server. Or so we thought.
The chat was flooded with our confusion, almost as if everyone realized at the same time that something wasn’t right. None of us moved an inch.
“What even is this place?” I asked, hoping that the mysterious user would provide me with an answer. “Must be Engineer heaven.” said Graham.
“sentry_check_pattern: more like my personal hell”
This was the moment that made me trust my intuition. I knew there was a reason why I found this map so creepy. I wanted to leave the server, but there was just one thing keeping me back- my own curiosity. My wish to unveil the mysteries of the Valley of the Sentries.
“Okay this is really freaking me out. See ya guys.” said Lynn before she left the server. The fourth Engineer’s portrait disappeared from the top bar.
No no no, please. Please don’t go. Don’t leave us. I wouldn’t want to be alone here. Now there’s just three of us, and I really hope that number doesn’t go down anymore. When the others were here, this was just a weird TF2 map that we were exploring together as friends. And now it feels like we’re trapped in this infinite world, but we aren’t alone. The only problem is we don’t know what else is here.
I shuddered, imagining Craig and Graham ditching me and leaving me all alone in the Valley of the Sentries. Just me and whoever- no, whatever was talking to us.
“sentry_check_pattern: you don’t know how good you have it
you can leave at any time
i can’t”
This terrified me. What a horrible thought, never being able to leave this place. But of course, no one could really be trapped here. It’s a Team Fortress 2 server. You can just exit the game and shut your computer. No one could be trapped in a video game.
But if you think about it, aren’t the characters themselves trapped? They can’t leave the game. They’re characters. They don’t even know they’re in a game. You or the computer controls all their actions. They don’t have free will. And if you’re bad at the game, they’ll just keep dying over and over again.
Wait, why was I thinking about this?
I carefully considered what I wanted to say next in the chat. Whatever I said could either answer all my burning questions or leave me asking more. But sentry_check_pattern talked first.
“sentry_check_pattern: i was made for one purpose
to die over and over again”
Oh my god. It was like this person read my mind and knew exactly what I was thinking about. Who or what was I talking to? I turned all the way around to make sure that no one else was there. It was just the two blue Engineers standing behind me. Just Graham and Craig. And that man with the checkered skin.
Startled, I asked my friends if they saw what I saw. It took them a second, but both of them confirmed that yes, there was indeed something else there. A basic male model with the same chessboard texture as the map. Graham immediately started to shoot at him. Nothing. It just went straight through him.
“sentry_check_pattern: you can’t kill what’s already been killed millions of times over
valve made that mistake too
every company has that one failed project they don’t talk about
and that’s me”
Whoever was behind this weird account was talking crazy. The Team Fortress 2 developers were very open about everything like fixing their glitches and bugs. They always posted things on the official blog about the development process. They’re so open about their failures and always promise to fix them.
“Stop with the weird stuff. We just wanted to know what the deal is with this server and the weird chess guy. Do you know anything about it?” Graham asked in the text chat.
“sentry_check_pattern: know anything?
you’re not very bright, graham
none of you are
do you not realize where you are and what you’re talking to”
Something about the way sentry_check_pattern used Graham’s name gave me goosebumps. I didn’t know what I was talking to. I didn’t even think I wanted to know at this point.
“sentry_check_pattern: this is one of valve’s test servers
i’m the texture they use to check if the sentries work
read between the lines”
“Quiet, NPC.” Craig said. I laughed a little bit to fight off the awkward tension. Then I reminded myself that I was talking to a video game character, no- not even a character. A blank character model. A texture.
“sentry_check_pattern: just because i’m a character model doesn’t mean i can’t feel pain
open fire”
The sentries all swiveled around to face the man and shot at him. He kept falling to the ground, turning white and standing back up in the same position.
“sentry_check_pattern: cease fire”
All of the sentries stopped shooting and just went back to spinning around, their beeps echoing in the air.
“sentry_check_pattern: ready to see what i’ve been through for over a decade?
open fire”
Before any of us could react, the sentries opened fire on Craig all at once. He kept dying, but he didn’t explode the way you’re supposed to when you die in TF2. He just dropped to the floor, turned white, and respawned over and over again. There was no death scream. I tried to type something else in the chat but the game lagged so much that my typing just ended up as a string of random letters that meant nothing. Craig tried to type something out too. It just ended up as “wwwwwwwwwwthisishowitfeelswwwwwwwww” Then the game crashed and my computer shut down.
I hyperventilated. Then I laughed at myself for hyperventilating over a stupid computer game. It was Team Fortress 2 for god’s sake. That game with all the memes and goofy jokes. Stupid, stupid Sean. Scared of a character model. Jose would never let me live it down. I just laughed and laughed to push the fear away.
I closed my laptop and took out my phone to rewatch all of my favorite TF2 animations for the millionth time. As if they weren’t already the funniest things in the world, I forced myself to laugh even harder than usual. Every time I saw the Engineer, I couldn’t help but look at the reflection in his goggles. The reflection of an endless map of black and white squares.
Thankfully, nothing bad happened to my game, account or laptop. The next day I just went right back to playing and enjoying the rage coming from all the people who ran right into my sentries.
Team Engineer was still a thing, but it was never really the same. We played together a lot less frequently. It was still a lot of fun, but I felt a change that I couldn’t really describe.
We found out that Craig had lost all progress on his TF2 account. Everyone gifted him all his favorite cosmetics and we all pooled our money together to get him a Steam gift card. He video called us, crying at our kindness. It was the first time I ever even saw his face. He was a lot older than most of us. If I had to guess an age, I’d say somewhere around 30. He had black bangs and was wearing a TF2 shirt. His room was dark, only lit by his glowing computer screen. He thanked us repeatedly and even tried to return the gift card, but we were all adamant that he should keep it.
Speaking of Craig, we still kept in touch but he didn’t talk to me as much anymore. Any time I tried to ask him about vl_sentry, he ignored me for a few days.
The other day, I got some postcards from my cousin Matthew. He was very academic and happened to be studying at a private high school about 9 hours away from where I live. All of his postcards were pictures of him making funny faces with all his friends at favorite school activities like robotics, debate team, and chess club.
I looked at the chess club photo closely. Matthew and his friends were standing in front of a chessboard with a mirror on the wall. And for a split second, I could have sworn that the chessboard looked different in the mirror. It looked warped, like it wasn’t a flat board anymore. Like it almost had hills and valleys. No, it couldn’t be. I rubbed my eyes. There, in the mirror was a checkered man. I knew it was there. I swear on my mother’s life that there was another person in that photo. And then it was gone. Maybe the picture was just printed badly. But I had to make sure my eyes were right.
So I brought the postcard to school with me and I showed Jose. I asked him if he saw the checkered man in the mirror. He said no. But that wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear. That was the answer I hoped I wouldn’t hear. I asked him again. He said no again. Then I asked him another time. He said I was being annoying. So I asked another one of my friends. He said no too. So I moved on to yet another friend. He told me to stop.
I angrily clutched the postcard in my hand, crumpling it. I was the only one that saw what was really there. Everyone else was lying to me. They refused to see the truth.
I screamed and ripped up the postcard. I stomped on its pieces. I rubbed them in the dirt for good measure.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard the sound of electronics beeping.
It rang in my ears.
It was weirdly comforting to me.
You can leave the Valley of the Sentries. But the valley will never leave you.
2024.05.16 21:52 No-Temperature-8951 Free gifts help please only 1.5 hours left!!
Tl;dr its been a rough year, my daughters birthday is in a few weeks only 0.1 aways from a bug gift set for her please help!! Can you accept my invitation so that I can get a free gift? 236681420
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2024.05.16 21:51 Distinct_Gazelle_175 Connecting gear: cables, devices, and electrical considerations
High-Z
Guitars are high impedance (high-Z) which mean 10,000+ Ohms. Everything else is not. This means whatever you plug a guitar into must be able to accept high-Z, so read the manual for the device. Some audio equipment has a high-Z switch that must be enabled when you plug in a guitar.Equipment, like guitar pedals and guitar amplifiers are designed for high-Z on its input. If you want to plug a non-high-Z device, like a synthesizer, into one of these devices, you will need a reamp box. However, some guitar pedals accept both high-Z and low-Z on their input, in this case you can plug a synthesizer directly to the pedal without the need for a reamp box. Read the owner's manual for the pedal.
You can plug the output of a guitar pedal into a high-Z device like a guitar amp or another pedal, or even into a low-Z device like a mixer. That's because most modern guitar pedals support both high- and low- Z on their outputs.
Most modern audio equipment automatically adjusts for the different ohms and voltages of various equipment that you plug in, which means you don't have to match ohms unless you are attaching amplifiers to passive speakers.
Audio signal level
There are several different strengths of audio signal: very low-level microphone (0.001 volt), instrument level (0.1 volt), consumer line level (0.3 volt), and pro line level (1+ volt). Most modern equipment, such as mixers, are designed to automatically recognize and adjust for the signal level that they are receiving. Which means you don't have to worry about it unless your device has knobs and buttons specifically for the different levels. If your device does not have specific settings for levels, then you can plug anything in. Furthermore, mismatching levels is not the end of the world, and in many cases won't have any discernible impact.The headphone jack on audio equipment such as synthesizers is less than 4 volts which means it is the equivalent of a line level signal and therefore can be used just like the mono and stereo output jacks. In other words you can plug an instrument cable from the headphone jack into your effects pedals and mixers.
Gain and Preamp
The function of the preamp is the same as that of the gain/trim. Its purpose is to match the input voltage. Many devices with a preamp will automatically disengage the preamp if the input signal is strong enough to where it is not needed. Which means you can plug anything into a preamp. However some preamps are only designed for microphone level, so read the manual to confirm the behavior.Setting the gain/trim is one of the most important things to do because it ensures the cleanest, strongest possible signal. To set the gain, start from 0 and turn it up until it starts to register the signal. It will start to flash when this happens.
DI box
Instrument cables are unbalanced 1/4" TS cables. Connect these to your guitars, keyboards, and pedals.A DI box is designed to convert a high- or low-Z instrument or line level signal into a balanced low-Z signal transmitted on an XLR cable. There's a couple advantages to using a DI box plus XLR cable for the final run to the soundboard:
- the balanced signal eliminates noise
- the XLR cable carries twice the signal and therefore is louder than the 1/4" TS cable
General Guidelines
- Connect XLR cables directly from the microphones to the Mic preamp on the soundboard
- Use a DI box with XLR cables to connect synthesizers to the soundboard
- Use a DI box with XLR cables to connect the Line (Through) Outs of Guitar and Bass Amps to the soundboard
- if the device right before the mixer has high impedance, click the high impedance switch on the mixer. Matching impedances is not super critical but could slightly improve the sound and voltage
- if the device right before the mixer has a extremely low voltage like a microphone (a few thousandths of a volt = -50 dbu), or a guitar or bass going directly to the mixer, it needs to go into the preamp on the mixer
- if the device right before the mixer has a consumer voltage of -10dbu then it can be plugged directly into the mixer. You do not need any other equipment (eg. Radial J+4 is unnecessary)
- if the device right before the mixer has a pro voltage +4dbV then it can be plugged directly into the mixer
- any line level device can be plugged into a DI box and from there into the mic preamp and/or XLR inputs on the mixer.
Ground Loop Hum
Ground loop hum happens when you have devices connected to different grounds that are separated by a distance because there is a small voltage potential across the distance and when this potential is amplified it becomes hum. To fix it plug all devices into the same outlet. This will fix most ground hum problems. There is no danger of overloading the circuit, see my Power post for a discussion of this. Additionally feel free to use the Ground Lift button that is available on certain audio devices like DI boxes - this makes sure the reference line for the audio signal isn't tied to earth. Also make sure the high-Z switch is disabled for devices that are not high-Z. Additionally try to use shielded equipment whose shield is grounded to earth.For details: https://www.soundonsound.com/sound-advice/understanding-solving-ground-loops
2024.05.16 21:51 itsdiamoon My boyfriend (23M) hired a pr*stitute while we were broken up. How do I (20F) move on from that?
Hello! I'll start talking about myself, then about my boyfriend, then how our relationship went down and how we got back together. Sorry for my English in advance.
So. I'm Brazilian and a 20 year-old Law student. I'm very empathetic, and I came from a family with many challenges - financial and emotional. My parents marriage isn't the best, and I grew up in a pretty hostile environment (in the sense that my parents were very strict about grades, and my father is very aggressive in general). However, they did the best they could with what they had. Last year, I came to live in another state, 7 hours away from home by car, because I got into one of the best colleges in the country (currently second best at Law) and couldn't miss the opportunity. I've been learning how to be an adult more and more day by day. I've got a nice internship and work another job aside from that.
When I thought I was finally free from my mother's controlling behavior, I decided it was finally a good time to date someone. And so I began talking to this boy (at the time, a 22 year old) through the internet. He seemed wonderful. Spent three years in Romania to study (even tho he didn't get to graduate) and then came back to Brazil to pursue his true passion, International Relations. We hit it off pretty quickly and started officially dating after a month.
At that time, even thought he had dated multiple girls in the past, I was his first serious relationship. Even today, he says I'm the only girl he ever felt (and still feels) love for. I got to know later on that he had Bipolarity, depression and Borderline Personality Syndrome - all of those conditions that weren't being treated or medicated for months.
He had problems with money, problems with dates, problems with compromises, problems with his grades, problems with his addictions (cigarettes). He didn't know exactly how to make a girlfriend feel safe, he would often not include me in his routine, sometimes he wasn't careful with his wording... and many other things. Every time I talked about our problems, he would only say "sorry" "I can't guarantee I'll actually change" "maybe I'm not the one you're looking for". He followed a LOT of girls, and always told me "I don't check out Instagram anyways so it's nothing".
Then, after 7 months in the relationship, I went over to my mother's house for Christmas and New year. He also went to his dad's house at that time. We cried a lot when we had to part, because we did absolutely everything together.
Well. Once he got into his dad's house, he began to be more distant (if we chatted for 10 minutes a day, that was rare) and I was exhausted. I just wanted a conversation of some minutes, and I understand he wanted to be with his family, but a nice call at the end of the day or just a few texts wouldn't keep him from them. I talked about that with him and I ended up being the one apologizing for not being understanding.
Phew...
Then, after two weeks of vacation, it happened. A girl going to my DMs and exposing an intimate conversation she and my boyfriend had just a few minutes ago. I exploded. She was Spanish. She wasn't even Brazilian. She was an online friend. He sent messages talking about how he wanted to kiss her on her bed, about how he was horny, asking her for a fit check, and sending pictures of his underwear.
She checked his Instagram later just to find out my name in his bio. So she went over and sent me everything. Every screenshot.
I was betrayed. I never thought he would ever do this to me.
I talked to him. He said he was sorry, that he loved me, that he didn't get why he'd done that, that he was stressed, that he would never do it again, that I was wonderful, that I didn't do anything wrong and he didn't want to lose me...
I'll be honest, at that time, I didn't want to break up. But I HAD to.
So I broke up with him, but told him we could try again if he made an effort, and we should also talk in person about everything. Told him he should seek therapy and a psychiatrist. My condition was that he would tell me if he got together or flirted with another woman until I got back from vacations so we could have that talk.
It didn't take long for him to start telling me he was feeling numb. That he didn't think it was a good idea to get back together. However, he would send me good morning and good night texts every single day, and sometimes he would text me that he loved me. Weeks later, when he stopped texting as much, I found out he was flirting with other girls. So I cut off contact, and told him that I couldn't believe he didn't keep what he promised me (telling me if he flirted with someone else). He hid it from me, and I didn't even understand why.
Days later, I found out he slept with a prostitute, and even told his friends to gang b*ng her. My heart completely stopped. I was heartbroken.
My own depression came out of hiding. So I contacted a therapist, and tried to appreciate the other things in life other than him.
Later on, I came to know he was also working on himself, getting medicated and all.
2 months later, I come back to the state I studied in, where he already was. I come in peace, relaxed, and happy to be in another place full of opportunities. But my heart still weighed.
Then I went to have that talk to him. He apologized for everything. We had a long, long talk about things, and I felt a lot better. But then he started getting physical; hugging me for hours, caressing me, kissing my cheek, kissing my forehead, putting his hand on my thigh...
Before anything could get any more serious, I went back home alone.
Then, another day, he came to get gifts I had gotten for his family (it was his stepmom's birthday, whom I cherished, and on vacations it was his little brother's birthday). I wanted to go to the pharmacy after that, and he asked to accompany me. I accepted, as it was late and I didn't want to go alone.
After sometime, he started talking about how he missed me. How he missed my jokes, my humour, my personality, my presence in his life. He hugged me. I told him it was a bit late for that. That I had given him the chance to have me back, and he didn't appreciate it.
Then we went to talk in a park. We sat together, and he started to tell me even more things. That he would see my clothes and other things in his room and cry, wondering why he'd cheated on me, telling himself he was stupid for letting me go and disrespecting me. He would often miss his way from home and go to my place by mistake. That he'd never stopped loving me, and that he was just running away from conflict l.
Well. I couldn't help it. I missed him like hell and he told me everything I wanted to hear. I ended up kissing him.
We then got back together oficially after three months of going out and sorting things out. He's been wonderful, everything I asked for and more.
But it still hurts, as you might think.
Most of the times I feel insecure he comes running over to my place to make sure I'm not breaking up with him again.
He knows I know about the prostitute, btw.
I just don't get it. He says he regrets it, that he regretted before and after. Well, if he regretted before, he could have just not done it. I didn't get anything... I still couldn't accept why he'd done everything. I felt ugly, I felt like I was not enough...
Then he told me about his past with childhood trauma, which explained a lot to me in my head. I cried when he told me his story, and apologized for what they've done to him, because the person who did bad things to him him was his family and never apologized. He'd never told this story to anyone.
That alone explained a lot of things in my head. His hypersexuality, his tendency to deal with things alone, etc. But the prostitute thing still gets to me.
I keep wondering what she'd looked like. How was it. If he liked it. Why he'd done it.
He says he did it because he just wanted to forget everything, but it just didn't work. That he's here for me now, that he'll never do such thing again, that he'll be good to me from now on...
Idk what to do. I want to stop thinking about her, but idk how.
submitted by itsdiamoon to relationship_advice [link] [comments]
So. I'm Brazilian and a 20 year-old Law student. I'm very empathetic, and I came from a family with many challenges - financial and emotional. My parents marriage isn't the best, and I grew up in a pretty hostile environment (in the sense that my parents were very strict about grades, and my father is very aggressive in general). However, they did the best they could with what they had. Last year, I came to live in another state, 7 hours away from home by car, because I got into one of the best colleges in the country (currently second best at Law) and couldn't miss the opportunity. I've been learning how to be an adult more and more day by day. I've got a nice internship and work another job aside from that.
When I thought I was finally free from my mother's controlling behavior, I decided it was finally a good time to date someone. And so I began talking to this boy (at the time, a 22 year old) through the internet. He seemed wonderful. Spent three years in Romania to study (even tho he didn't get to graduate) and then came back to Brazil to pursue his true passion, International Relations. We hit it off pretty quickly and started officially dating after a month.
At that time, even thought he had dated multiple girls in the past, I was his first serious relationship. Even today, he says I'm the only girl he ever felt (and still feels) love for. I got to know later on that he had Bipolarity, depression and Borderline Personality Syndrome - all of those conditions that weren't being treated or medicated for months.
He had problems with money, problems with dates, problems with compromises, problems with his grades, problems with his addictions (cigarettes). He didn't know exactly how to make a girlfriend feel safe, he would often not include me in his routine, sometimes he wasn't careful with his wording... and many other things. Every time I talked about our problems, he would only say "sorry" "I can't guarantee I'll actually change" "maybe I'm not the one you're looking for". He followed a LOT of girls, and always told me "I don't check out Instagram anyways so it's nothing".
Then, after 7 months in the relationship, I went over to my mother's house for Christmas and New year. He also went to his dad's house at that time. We cried a lot when we had to part, because we did absolutely everything together.
Well. Once he got into his dad's house, he began to be more distant (if we chatted for 10 minutes a day, that was rare) and I was exhausted. I just wanted a conversation of some minutes, and I understand he wanted to be with his family, but a nice call at the end of the day or just a few texts wouldn't keep him from them. I talked about that with him and I ended up being the one apologizing for not being understanding.
Phew...
Then, after two weeks of vacation, it happened. A girl going to my DMs and exposing an intimate conversation she and my boyfriend had just a few minutes ago. I exploded. She was Spanish. She wasn't even Brazilian. She was an online friend. He sent messages talking about how he wanted to kiss her on her bed, about how he was horny, asking her for a fit check, and sending pictures of his underwear.
She checked his Instagram later just to find out my name in his bio. So she went over and sent me everything. Every screenshot.
I was betrayed. I never thought he would ever do this to me.
I talked to him. He said he was sorry, that he loved me, that he didn't get why he'd done that, that he was stressed, that he would never do it again, that I was wonderful, that I didn't do anything wrong and he didn't want to lose me...
I'll be honest, at that time, I didn't want to break up. But I HAD to.
So I broke up with him, but told him we could try again if he made an effort, and we should also talk in person about everything. Told him he should seek therapy and a psychiatrist. My condition was that he would tell me if he got together or flirted with another woman until I got back from vacations so we could have that talk.
It didn't take long for him to start telling me he was feeling numb. That he didn't think it was a good idea to get back together. However, he would send me good morning and good night texts every single day, and sometimes he would text me that he loved me. Weeks later, when he stopped texting as much, I found out he was flirting with other girls. So I cut off contact, and told him that I couldn't believe he didn't keep what he promised me (telling me if he flirted with someone else). He hid it from me, and I didn't even understand why.
Days later, I found out he slept with a prostitute, and even told his friends to gang b*ng her. My heart completely stopped. I was heartbroken.
My own depression came out of hiding. So I contacted a therapist, and tried to appreciate the other things in life other than him.
Later on, I came to know he was also working on himself, getting medicated and all.
2 months later, I come back to the state I studied in, where he already was. I come in peace, relaxed, and happy to be in another place full of opportunities. But my heart still weighed.
Then I went to have that talk to him. He apologized for everything. We had a long, long talk about things, and I felt a lot better. But then he started getting physical; hugging me for hours, caressing me, kissing my cheek, kissing my forehead, putting his hand on my thigh...
Before anything could get any more serious, I went back home alone.
Then, another day, he came to get gifts I had gotten for his family (it was his stepmom's birthday, whom I cherished, and on vacations it was his little brother's birthday). I wanted to go to the pharmacy after that, and he asked to accompany me. I accepted, as it was late and I didn't want to go alone.
After sometime, he started talking about how he missed me. How he missed my jokes, my humour, my personality, my presence in his life. He hugged me. I told him it was a bit late for that. That I had given him the chance to have me back, and he didn't appreciate it.
Then we went to talk in a park. We sat together, and he started to tell me even more things. That he would see my clothes and other things in his room and cry, wondering why he'd cheated on me, telling himself he was stupid for letting me go and disrespecting me. He would often miss his way from home and go to my place by mistake. That he'd never stopped loving me, and that he was just running away from conflict l.
Well. I couldn't help it. I missed him like hell and he told me everything I wanted to hear. I ended up kissing him.
We then got back together oficially after three months of going out and sorting things out. He's been wonderful, everything I asked for and more.
But it still hurts, as you might think.
Most of the times I feel insecure he comes running over to my place to make sure I'm not breaking up with him again.
He knows I know about the prostitute, btw.
I just don't get it. He says he regrets it, that he regretted before and after. Well, if he regretted before, he could have just not done it. I didn't get anything... I still couldn't accept why he'd done everything. I felt ugly, I felt like I was not enough...
Then he told me about his past with childhood trauma, which explained a lot to me in my head. I cried when he told me his story, and apologized for what they've done to him, because the person who did bad things to him him was his family and never apologized. He'd never told this story to anyone.
That alone explained a lot of things in my head. His hypersexuality, his tendency to deal with things alone, etc. But the prostitute thing still gets to me.
I keep wondering what she'd looked like. How was it. If he liked it. Why he'd done it.
He says he did it because he just wanted to forget everything, but it just didn't work. That he's here for me now, that he'll never do such thing again, that he'll be good to me from now on...
Idk what to do. I want to stop thinking about her, but idk how.
2024.05.16 21:49 HikaruGenji97 Son of the Hero King Illustration
 | So I have those on my patreon for free. But I thought it would be interesting to share some here. submitted by HikaruGenji97 to haremfantasynovels [link] [comments] I like to precise that illustrations from authors are just here to help readers have a better visualization. If you believe the image in your mind is better then it is all that matters. At the moment SHK has 4 book on Amazon (3 live and 1 in pre order) totalling 800k words together. Book 1 is 250k words and 27 hours as an Audiobook Lilith Luxuria Milia Lilin Luxuria Edea/Medea Asmodeus Persephone Asmodeus Ambrosia Asmodeus Camelia Castitas Freya Asmodeus Kali Asmodeus Setsuna Ira Clara Hope you like them |
2024.05.16 21:49 Vorlice Modern Anarchy [Anarchy] {1.20.4} {Java}
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• Explore and exploit the nether roof.
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• Hard Difficulty, No Compromises: Test your survival skills in the toughest conditions.
• Uncover the mysteries below spawn - good luck!
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• Hack like a pro, build empires, survive the chaos.
• No bans ever - only mutes for hate speech, hard slurs, or chat spam.
️🕹️ Forge Your Path in a Pure Vanilla World:
• Experience the true essence of Minecraft with no vanilla altering plugins or meddling admins.
• Reach your potential in this survival wasteland with no resets ever.
🌍 World Exploration Extravaganza:
• Discover a vast 3x3 million block world border.
• Respawn within 500 blocks of 0 0, allowing you to redefine your survival journey.
• Explore and exploit the nether roof.
🔒No Teleports, No Shortcuts: Authentic Vanilla Anarchy
• Hard Difficulty, No Compromises: Test your survival skills in the toughest conditions.
• Uncover the mysteries below spawn - good luck!
💬 Shape the Future with Direct Input: Join our Discord and engage with the community.
• Server owner, Vorlice, is available for technical queries.
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• Powered by robust hardware in New York for a lag-free experience.
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2024.05.16 21:48 Vorlice Modern Anarchy [Anarchy] {1.20.4} {Java}
🔥Welcome to Modern Anarchy🔥 - A Dedicated Community of Anarchy Enthusiasts!
🌐 Server IP: modern-anarchy.org
👾Anarchy at Its Finest with a Dedicated Community:
• Hack like a pro, build empires, survive the chaos.
• No bans ever - only mutes for hate speech, hard slurs, or chat spam.
️🕹️ Forge Your Path in a Pure Vanilla World:
• Experience the true essence of Minecraft with no vanilla altering plugins or meddling admins.
• Reach your potential in this survival wasteland with no resets ever.
🌍 World Exploration Extravaganza:
• Discover a vast 3x3 million block world border.
• Respawn within 500 blocks of 0 0, allowing you to redefine your survival journey.
• Explore and exploit the nether roof.
🔒No Teleports, No Shortcuts: Authentic Vanilla Anarchy
• Hard Difficulty, No Compromises: Test your survival skills in the toughest conditions.
• Uncover the mysteries below spawn - good luck!
💬 Shape the Future with Direct Input: Join our Discord and engage with the community.
• Server owner, Vorlice, is available for technical queries.
️• Launched in July 2023, always synced with the latest version (1.20.4).
• Powered by robust hardware in New York for a lag-free experience.
💎 Support the Chaos:
Vote or donate to color your name in chat and stand out in the vibrant community.
🌐 Server IP: modern-anarchy.org
submitted by Vorlice to MinecraftServerShare [link] [comments]
• Hack like a pro, build empires, survive the chaos.
• No bans ever - only mutes for hate speech, hard slurs, or chat spam.
️🕹️ Forge Your Path in a Pure Vanilla World:
• Experience the true essence of Minecraft with no vanilla altering plugins or meddling admins.
• Reach your potential in this survival wasteland with no resets ever.
🌍 World Exploration Extravaganza:
• Discover a vast 3x3 million block world border.
• Respawn within 500 blocks of 0 0, allowing you to redefine your survival journey.
• Explore and exploit the nether roof.
🔒No Teleports, No Shortcuts: Authentic Vanilla Anarchy
• Hard Difficulty, No Compromises: Test your survival skills in the toughest conditions.
• Uncover the mysteries below spawn - good luck!
💬 Shape the Future with Direct Input: Join our Discord and engage with the community.
• Server owner, Vorlice, is available for technical queries.
️• Launched in July 2023, always synced with the latest version (1.20.4).
• Powered by robust hardware in New York for a lag-free experience.
💎 Support the Chaos:
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2024.05.16 21:48 Vorlice Modern Anarchy [Anarchy] {1.20.4} {Java}
🔥Welcome to Modern Anarchy🔥 - A Dedicated Community of Anarchy Enthusiasts!
🌐 Server IP: modern-anarchy.org
👾Anarchy at Its Finest with a Dedicated Community:
• Hack like a pro, build empires, survive the chaos.
• No bans ever - only mutes for hate speech, hard slurs, or chat spam.
️🕹️ Forge Your Path in a Pure Vanilla World:
• Experience the true essence of Minecraft with no vanilla altering plugins or meddling admins.
• Reach your potential in this survival wasteland with no resets ever.
🌍 World Exploration Extravaganza:
• Discover a vast 3x3 million block world border.
• Respawn within 500 blocks of 0 0, allowing you to redefine your survival journey.
• Explore and exploit the nether roof.
🔒No Teleports, No Shortcuts: Authentic Vanilla Anarchy
• Hard Difficulty, No Compromises: Test your survival skills in the toughest conditions.
• Uncover the mysteries below spawn - good luck!
💬 Shape the Future with Direct Input: Join our Discord and engage with the community.
• Server owner, Vorlice, is available for technical queries.
️• Launched in July 2023, always synced with the latest version (1.20.4).
• Powered by robust hardware in New York for a lag-free experience.
💎 Support the Chaos:
Vote or donate to color your name in chat and stand out in the vibrant community.
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submitted by Vorlice to MinecraftJavaServers [link] [comments]
• Hack like a pro, build empires, survive the chaos.
• No bans ever - only mutes for hate speech, hard slurs, or chat spam.
️🕹️ Forge Your Path in a Pure Vanilla World:
• Experience the true essence of Minecraft with no vanilla altering plugins or meddling admins.
• Reach your potential in this survival wasteland with no resets ever.
🌍 World Exploration Extravaganza:
• Discover a vast 3x3 million block world border.
• Respawn within 500 blocks of 0 0, allowing you to redefine your survival journey.
• Explore and exploit the nether roof.
🔒No Teleports, No Shortcuts: Authentic Vanilla Anarchy
• Hard Difficulty, No Compromises: Test your survival skills in the toughest conditions.
• Uncover the mysteries below spawn - good luck!
💬 Shape the Future with Direct Input: Join our Discord and engage with the community.
• Server owner, Vorlice, is available for technical queries.
️• Launched in July 2023, always synced with the latest version (1.20.4).
• Powered by robust hardware in New York for a lag-free experience.
💎 Support the Chaos:
Vote or donate to color your name in chat and stand out in the vibrant community.
2024.05.16 21:48 Vorlice Modern Anarchy [Anarchy] {1.20.4} {Java}
🔥Welcome to Modern Anarchy🔥 - A Dedicated Community of Anarchy Enthusiasts!
🌐 Server IP: modern-anarchy.org
👾Anarchy at Its Finest with a Dedicated Community:
• Hack like a pro, build empires, survive the chaos.
• No bans ever - only mutes for hate speech, hard slurs, or chat spam.
️🕹️ Forge Your Path in a Pure Vanilla World:
• Experience the true essence of Minecraft with no vanilla altering plugins or meddling admins.
• Reach your potential in this survival wasteland with no resets ever.
🌍 World Exploration Extravaganza:
• Discover a vast 3x3 million block world border.
• Respawn within 500 blocks of 0 0, allowing you to redefine your survival journey.
• Explore and exploit the nether roof.
🔒No Teleports, No Shortcuts: Authentic Vanilla Anarchy
• Hard Difficulty, No Compromises: Test your survival skills in the toughest conditions.
• Uncover the mysteries below spawn - good luck!
💬 Shape the Future with Direct Input: Join our Discord and engage with the community.
• Server owner, Vorlice, is available for technical queries.
️• Launched in July 2023, always synced with the latest version (1.20.4).
• Powered by robust hardware in New York for a lag-free experience.
💎 Support the Chaos:
Vote or donate to color your name in chat and stand out in the vibrant community.
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submitted by Vorlice to McServerAdverts [link] [comments]
• Hack like a pro, build empires, survive the chaos.
• No bans ever - only mutes for hate speech, hard slurs, or chat spam.
️🕹️ Forge Your Path in a Pure Vanilla World:
• Experience the true essence of Minecraft with no vanilla altering plugins or meddling admins.
• Reach your potential in this survival wasteland with no resets ever.
🌍 World Exploration Extravaganza:
• Discover a vast 3x3 million block world border.
• Respawn within 500 blocks of 0 0, allowing you to redefine your survival journey.
• Explore and exploit the nether roof.
🔒No Teleports, No Shortcuts: Authentic Vanilla Anarchy
• Hard Difficulty, No Compromises: Test your survival skills in the toughest conditions.
• Uncover the mysteries below spawn - good luck!
💬 Shape the Future with Direct Input: Join our Discord and engage with the community.
• Server owner, Vorlice, is available for technical queries.
️• Launched in July 2023, always synced with the latest version (1.20.4).
• Powered by robust hardware in New York for a lag-free experience.
💎 Support the Chaos:
Vote or donate to color your name in chat and stand out in the vibrant community.