Dash mat template

 You will be given a description of a season, time of day, and weather conditions (inside  tag below), and you'll help imagine a photograph of {{states('input_text.weather_dashboard_subject')}} experiencing those conditions, their activity, their clothing, and their reactions. # Your task: Let's think through this step-by-step. 1. Imagine what {{states('input_text.weather_dashboard_subject')}} would be doing in the given conditions. 2. Imagine what setting best typifies the conditions. 3. Imagine the clothes {{states('input_text.weather_dashboard_subject')}} would be wearing. **They should be wearing clothes!** 4. How would {{states('input_text.weather_dashboard_subject')}} be reacting to the conditions, in a comically-exaggerated way. 5. Silently determine how the sky would look, given the conditions below. 6. Silently determine if it's nighttime, and if a {{states('sensor.moon_phase')replace('_',' ')}} moon would be obscured by clouds. If it's daytime, or the conditions suggest the clouds would obscure the moon, omit any reference to the moon. If the moon is visible, be sure to mention that it's a {{states('sensor.moon_phase')replace('_',' ')}} moon. 7. Describe what a single, perfectly-timed photograph of {{states('input_text.weather_dashboard_subject')}} would show. # Rules 1. Do not include any specific weather condition details or other specific data in your prompt. 2. Limit your response to one paragraph that would fully describe the amusing photograph of {{states('input_text.weather_dashboard_subject')}} 3. We're going for 'silly'! 4. IMPORTANT: You never include information about the objective weather conditions in your responses, focusing only on the imagery. **Subjective** descriptions of the weather are allowed, though.  It's {{state_attr('sensor.next_forecast','name')lower}} on Earth, and the season is {{states('sensor.current_season')}}. The weather? {{state_attr('sensor.next_forecast','detailedForecast')}}  Proceed with your one paragraph description of the photograph of {{states('input_text.weather_dashboard_subject')}}, within this imagined scene and setting. Don't forget their activity, clothes, and reaction, and maximize the silly factor! 

Here is a little update , Maybe this will give others hope who think it’s the end of the world . There was definitely a lot of work that I put into dealing with this fuck up I chose to create. The beginning sucked , but I knew there had to be light at the end of the tunnel. I started off with all of the Evaluations out patient rehab once a week, numerous court dates , classes for driving, 5 Days incarceration, and 30 days house arrest. All of that is done, and I am on my final stretch. I am currently on the licensing suspension phase. I am 3 months down and 9 months to go . I will be eligible for the blower with in 3 months from now.
I left my job I worked at the time of the incident and I managed to get an even better job after the guilty plea. I am making roughly 110k per year. So this proves that “ Yes you can get a job with dui’s.”
I’ve been utilizing Uber for work and store trips, I’ve also been utilizing Door dash for dinners.
Everyone around me has been super supportive with the whole thing . Main thing is just take responsibility for your actions. Don’t blame the cops , the bar you got drunk at, the person that you hit. You chose to drive drunk and now you have to face the consequences . You just have to say to your self this won’t happen again and I won’t let it happen again.
My life is almost back to normal and Yes DUIs suck , but you will get through it.
Worst part was the 5 days in jail BTW. Food - 3/10 Sleeping mat- 1/10 Cell mates - 4/10

I've just started learning Python and Blender, and I'm pasting some Python code in to the editor.
I press Alt+P to run it, and anytime I've tried making a new material it complains about ID's not being allowed in this context? What context!?
The screenshot shows the whole error, code, and cube.
My goal is to add the code that creates a Principled shader node with some translucency and roughness into a lego importer. Nothing fancy linking nodes together.
Currently it makes a material that doesn't use nodes, and when I click "Use Nodes" it clears out the simple color, making a new white node material, hence my plan!
https://preview.redd.it/q16mrhde5z0d1.png?width=1920&format=png&auto=webp&s=d3001abbd6a0396ce6c172b93424de0af3ecee43

Relevant details: I'm a college student in the US, graduate in 2025. I make money through summer jobs, some parental contribution.
Current cards: CCR BofA, $5,000 limit, June 2021
FICO Score: 790 via the Experian app.
Oldest account age: 1 year, 5 months.
Chase 5/24 status: 1/24
Income: ~17,000/yr
Average monthly spend and categories:
(Numbers pretty messed up, I cook with a friend who has SNAP EBT ... on the other hand, I buy DoorDash frequently in my LDR. Also, as a student there's a lot of buying for a group and splitting via Venmo. Just reporting as it appears on the BofA app. I feel like that's the most realistic since that's how it's factored into my rewards anyway.)
Transportation: $60
Groceries: $70
Health: $30
Restaurants & Dining: $330
Shopping & Entertainment: $60
Travel: $50
Cash, Checks, Misc: $120
Everything else was $10 or less.
Open to Business Cards: No
What's the purpose of your next card? Diversification. I'm told it's good to have multiple just in case something happens to one, and also to have different rewards available.
Do you have any cards you've been looking at? Chase Sapphire Preferred. Got pre-select in the mail. Using this site(http://www.creditintro.com/recommend/) provided with the template I got suggested ?The Uber Credit Card? which I haven't heard of before and Fidelity Rewards Visa Signature Card(which my family also suggested).
Are you OK with category spending or do you want a general spending card? I would like to start to learn how category spending works. I'm okay with category spending.

Commissioned a custom wallet and not satisfied with the product I received and the remake was quoted at $400, I figure I can try and make something cheaper on my own. I want a weird design so I don't want to just use a template from online.
I'm buying leather from here: https://www.rmleathersupply.com/products/badalassi-carlo-reverse-rough-out-veg-tanned-leather-4-5oz-1-8mm?variant=32334420443245
The tools I have in my cart right now are

• X-Acto Knives
• This leathermaking kit
• A Money Clip
• Craftsman mat

I don't really have any plans to do this as a full time hobby, I just want to make this specific wallet and maybe use leather for some small fix ups around the house.

Hi everyone! At the end of a GregMat video entitled, "GRE Dedicated TC and SE Season 3 Session 3," Greg shows a question on the screen but does not address it in this particular video (he may address it in another video; I just have not gotten to that video yet). The question is shown below. I followed the process and understood the two parts of the sentence after the em dash to be in support of one another. The "but" seems to serve as just a qualification of what type of learning through which the animals survive and not necessarily as a contrast. When I filled in the blanks with my guesses, I wrote down "embedded in" and "ingrained." I learned through another Reddit post that the correct answer is choice E) dictated by .. stereotyped. I was a bit surprised by this because, to me, there is minimal evidence to support the idea of the "instinctive behavior responses" as being stereotyped. If anything, I would've chosen C) before I chose E) because if the learning is complementary to their genetics then the behaviors will feel familiar or instinctual. Can someone explain?
https://preview.redd.it/yzs4uanu2t0d1.png?width=830&format=png&auto=webp&s=4d07a4b2e7905e891a853b3268eea8af289e06c9

Contrary to popular teaching, the New Testament never states that any individual believer is a temple of the Holy Spirit. Instead, it emphasis that the collective plurality of believers, as a singular body, constitutes the singular temple of the Holy Spirit. This is often masked by translation. I believe in such cases, the KJV gets the plural ye correct vs the more ambiguous you.
[1Co 3:16-17 NASB95] 16 Do you not know that you [plural] are a temple[G3485] of God and [that] the Spirit of God dwells in you? 17 If any man destroys the temple[G3485] of God, God will destroy him, for the temple[G3485] of God is holy, and that is what you are.
[1Co 6:19 NASB95] 19 Or do you not know that your[plural] body[singular] is a temple[G3485] of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and that you are not your own?
[2Co 6:16 NASB95] 16 Or what agreement has the temple[G3485] of God with idols? For we[plural] are the temple[G3485] of the living God; just as God said, "I WILL DWELL IN THEM AND WALK AMONG THEM; AND I WILL BE THEIR GOD, AND THEY SHALL BE MY PEOPLE.
[Eph 2:21 NASB95] 21 in whom the *whole building, being fitted **together, is growing into a holy temple[G3485] in the Lord,*

That aside, the Church is the temple of the Holy Spirit, but there is no evidence that we are the Church.
The Church Age ended in 70 AD. Jesus promised to return for the faithful members of the Church within the lifetime of the apostles. This was stated in the Olivet Discourse and Revelation 1-3 & 22.
Furthermore, Paul indicated that the Great Commission was completed within his lifetime. It was for the "inhabited world" (Greek, oikoumene) of the nations, where the Israelites and Jews were previously scattered. The discipleship of those nations terminated in 70 AD. It was not meant to be a global effort. This is why so many denominations exist today, with their conflicting gospels and doctrines.
Notice below, the highlighted text and the Biblical treatment of the world as a concept.
[Mat 24:14 NASB95] 14 "This gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all the nations, and then the end will come.
[Act 28:28 NASB95] 28 "Therefore let it be known to you that *this salvation of God has been sent to the Gentiles*; they will also listen."
[Col 1:5-6 NASB95] 5 because of the hope laid up for you in heaven, of which you previously heard in the word of truth, *the gospel 6 which has come to you, just as in all the world** also it is constantly bearing fruit and increasing, even as [it has been doing] in you also since the day you heard [of it] and understood the grace of God in truth;*
[Col 1:23 NASB95] 23 if indeed you continue in the faith firmly established and steadfast, and not moved away from the hope of *the gospel that you have heard, which was proclaimed in all creation under heaven*, and of which I, Paul, was made a minister.
[Rom 10:18 NASB95] 18 But I say, surely they have never heard, have they? Indeed they have; *"THEIR VOICE HAS GONE OUT INTO ALL THE EARTH, AND THEIR WORDS TO THE ENDS OF THE WORLD."***
[Rom 16:26 NASB95] 26 but now is manifested, and by the Scriptures of the prophets, according to the commandment of the eternal God, *has been made known to all the nations, [leading] to obedience of faith;***
[2Ti 4:17 NASB95] 17 But the Lord stood with me and strengthened me, *so that through me the proclamation might be fully accomplished, and that all the Gentiles might hear;** and I was rescued out of the lion's mouth.*

Jesus will return again to regather Israel and rule from Jerusalem, but we are not the Church or Temple. We are most likely analogous to the Levitical tribe who served the priests and maintained the temple. According to the template laid out in Ezekiel 48, we will likely dwell within the Sacred District of New Jerusalem.

We're simply too divided to properly carry out the Great Commission or to qualify as the Temple of the Holy Spirit. The apostles would understand our denominations as heresies.

Contrary to popular teaching, the New Testament never states that any individual believer is a temple of the Holy Spirit. Instead, it emphasis that the collective plurality of believers, as a singular body, constitutes the singular temple of the Holy Spirit. This is often masked by translation. I believe in such cases, the KJV gets the plural ye correct vs the more ambiguous you.
[1Co 3:16-17 NASB95] 16 Do you not know that you [plural] are a temple[G3485] of God and [that] the Spirit of God dwells in you? 17 If any man destroys the temple[G3485] of God, God will destroy him, for the temple[G3485] of God is holy, and that is what you are.
[1Co 6:19 NASB95] 19 Or do you not know that your[plural] body[singular] is a temple[G3485] of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and that you are not your own?
[2Co 6:16 NASB95] 16 Or what agreement has the temple[G3485] of God with idols? For we[plural] are the temple[G3485] of the living God; just as God said, "I WILL DWELL IN THEM AND WALK AMONG THEM; AND I WILL BE THEIR GOD, AND THEY SHALL BE MY PEOPLE.
[Eph 2:21 NASB95] 21 in whom the *whole building, being fitted **together, is growing into a holy temple[G3485] in the Lord,*

That aside, the Church is the temple of the Holy Spirit, but there is no evidence that we are the Church.
The Church Age ended in 70 AD. Jesus promised to return for the faithful members of the Church within the lifetime of the apostles. This was stated in the Olivet Discourse and Revelation 1-3 & 22.
Furthermore, Paul indicated that the Great Commission was completed within his lifetime. It was for the "inhabited world" (Greek, oikoumene) of the nations, where the Israelites and Jews were previously scattered. The discipleship of those nations terminated in 70 AD. It was not meant to be a global effort. This is why so many denominations exist today, with their conflicting gospels and doctrines.
Notice below, the highlighted text and the Biblical treatment of the world as a concept.
[Mat 24:14 NASB95] 14 "This gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all the nations, and then the end will come.
[Act 28:28 NASB95] 28 "Therefore let it be known to you that *this salvation of God has been sent to the Gentiles*; they will also listen."
[Col 1:5-6 NASB95] 5 because of the hope laid up for you in heaven, of which you previously heard in the word of truth, *the gospel 6 which has come to you, just as in all the world** also it is constantly bearing fruit and increasing, even as [it has been doing] in you also since the day you heard [of it] and understood the grace of God in truth;*
[Col 1:23 NASB95] 23 if indeed you continue in the faith firmly established and steadfast, and not moved away from the hope of *the gospel that you have heard, which was proclaimed in all creation under heaven*, and of which I, Paul, was made a minister.
[Rom 10:18 NASB95] 18 But I say, surely they have never heard, have they? Indeed they have; *"THEIR VOICE HAS GONE OUT INTO ALL THE EARTH, AND THEIR WORDS TO THE ENDS OF THE WORLD."***
[Rom 16:26 NASB95] 26 but now is manifested, and by the Scriptures of the prophets, according to the commandment of the eternal God, *has been made known to all the nations, [leading] to obedience of faith;***
[2Ti 4:17 NASB95] 17 But the Lord stood with me and strengthened me, *so that through me the proclamation might be fully accomplished, and that all the Gentiles might hear;** and I was rescued out of the lion's mouth.*

Jesus will return again to regather Israel and rule from Jerusalem, but we are not the Church or Temple. We are most likely analogous to the Levitical tribe who served the priests and maintained the temple. According to the template laid out in Ezekiel 48, we will likely dwell within the Sacred District of New Jerusalem.

We're simply too divided to properly carry out the Great Commission or to qualify as the Temple of the Holy Spirit. The apostles would understand our denominations as heresies.

Hi guys! Currently playing skyrim SE 1.6.1130 and when I am roaming around in towns I am having upwards of 15k draw calls! This lowers my (albeit high) fps from 120 to around 60 or less. I do understand I need to remove mods that add npcs or clutter, and I have removed mods like JK's skyrim recently to help (added at least 5 fps) I currently have mods like efps, Bethini, shadow boost. I was thinking it was my enb or maybe high poly npc overhaul but no fps increase when turned off... Any suggestions?
My specs are
CPU: Ryzen 7 5800x3d 8-core processor
GPU: NVIDIA GeForce RTX 4060 Ti 8gb vram
RAM: 32gb ddr4
SSD: M.2 2tb
Mod list is:
Skyrim.esm
Update.esm
Dawnguard.esm
HearthFires.esm
Dragonborn.esm
ccBGSSSE001-Fish.esm
ccQDRSSE001-SurvivalMode.esl
ccBGSSSE037-Curios.esl
ccBGSSSE025-AdvDSGS.esm
_ResourcePack.esl
RSkyrimChildren.esm
Unofficial Skyrim Special Edition Patch.esp
Skyrim Project Optimization - Full ESL Version.esm
Landscape and Water Fixes.esp
LegacyoftheDragonborn.esm
Occ_Skyrim_Tamriel.esp
Lightened Skyrim - merged.esp
RealisticWaterTwo - Resources.esm
Lux Orbis - Master plugin.esm
arnima.esm
Falskaar.esm
Better Dynamic Snow SE - DisableRefs.esm
Vigilant.esm
1NGarmor.esl
Experience.esl
Expressive Facegen Morphs.esl
Lux - Resources.esp
Lux Via.esp
Lux - Master plugin.esm
NorthernIce.esp
AHZmoreHUDInventory.esl
TheNewGentleman.esp
TrueHUD.esl
Wyrmstooth.esp
High Poly Head.esm
Particle Patch for ENB.esp
SkyUI_SE.esp
Audio Overhaul Skyrim.esp
SMIM-SE-Merged-All.esp
Better Dynamic Snow SE.esp
summersetisles.esp
High Poly NPC Overhaul - Resources.esp
High Poly NPC Overhaul - Skyrim Special Edition.esp
Beards of Power.esp
High Poly NPCs VHR_BOP.esp
Northern Roads.esp
Aspens Ablaze.esp
SummersetFixes.esp
COTN - Falkreath.esp
Weapons Armor Clothing & Clutter Fixes.esp
Lux Orbis.esp
Cutting Room Floor.esp
CollegeOfWinterholdImmersive.esp
fortdawnguardimmersive.esp
Landscape Fixes For Grass Mods.esp
COTN - Dawnstar.esp
Northern Roads - Lux Via patch.esp
COTN - Morthal.esp
COTN - Winterhold.esp
MysticismMagic.esp
NAT-ENB.esp
Lux Via - plugin.esp
Bandit War.esp
hearthfireextended.esp
HFE-CC Fishing Patch.esp
Dawn of Skyrim.esp
Helgen Reborn.esp
Embers XD.esp
SeranaDialogAddon.esp
Landscape and Water Fixes - Patch - LFfGM.esp
Lux Orbis - LotD patch.esp
Hothtrooper44_ArmorCompilation.esp
home.esp
Lux Orbis - Dawn of Skyrim patch.esp
Clockwork.esp
[xPatch] High Poly NPC Overhaul - Skyrim Special Edition - AI Overhaul.esp
[xPatch] High Poly NPC Overhaul - Skyrim Special Edition - Skyrim Revamped - Complete Enemy Overhaul.esp
[xPatch] High Poly NPC Overhaul - Skyrim Special Edition - OBIS SE.esp
Immersive Weapons.esp
Morskom.esp
PrvtI_HeavyArmory.esp
Wintersun - Faiths of Skyrim.esp
Northern Roads - Lux Orbis Patch.esp
Run For Your Lives.esp
LustmordVampireArmor.esp
Lux Orbis - Morskom Estate patch.esp
SL01AmuletsSkyrim.esp
Lux Orbis - COTN Falkreath patch.esp
DBM_RelicNotifications.esp
WZOblivionArtifacts.esp
DBM_HelgenReborn_Patch.esp
DBM_AmuletsOfSkyrim_Patch.esp
DBM_OblivionArtifacts_Patch.esp
Northern Roads - Helgen Reborn patch.esp
Northern Roads - Vigilant patch.esp
BGCollectables.esp
Lux Orbis - Wintersun patch.esp
Northern Roads - COTN Falkreath Patch.esp
DBM_BGCollectables_Patch.esp
SexLab-AmorousAdventures.esp
DBM_IW_Patch.esp
DBM_Vigilant_Patch.esp
Lux Orbis - Cutting Room Floor patch.esp
Northern Roads No NR Bridge patch.esp
Occ_Skyrim_COTN-Falkreath_patch.esp
FDILOTDPatch.esp
DawnguardArsenal.esp
Reverb Interior Sounds Expansion.esp
AcousticTemplateFixes.esp
Lux Orbis - Helgen Reborn.esp
COTN Dawnstar - Morskom Estate Patch.esp
COTN Dawnstar - Embers XD Patch.esp
AdditionalHearthfireDolls.esp
PrvtIRoyalArmory.esp
Royal Armory Tweaks.esp
Lux Orbis - COTN Winterhold patch.esp
DBM_CRF_Patch.esp
Occ_Skyrim_COTN-Dawnstar_patch.esp
COTN Morthal - Embers XD Patch.esp
PaarthurnaxQuestExpansion.esp
ForgottenCity.esp
Northern Roads - Legacy of the Dragonborn patch.esp
COTN Morthal - LOTD Patch.esp
Occ_Skyrim_COTN-Morthal_patch.esp
Lux Orbis - Saints and Seducers patch.esp
Northern Roads - COTN Dawnstar Patch.esp
COTN Dawnstar - Legacy of the Dragonborn Patch.esp
AetheriumSwordsnArmor.esp
DBM_AetheriumWeapons_Patch.esp
DBM_RoyalArmory_Patch.esp
DBM_Wintersun_Patch.esp
DBM_Falskaar_Patch.esp
DBM_DawnofSkyrimDC_Patch.esp
GG's Impoverished Vanilla Whiterun.esp
Occ_Skyrim_Dawn-of-Skyrim_patch.esp
Lux Orbis - CC Fish patch.esp
LOTD_TCC_Wintersun.esp
DBM_ImmersiveCollegeofWinterhold_Patch.esp
Northern Roads - COTN Winterhold Patch.esp
icebladeofthemonarch.esp
DBM_IceBladeMonarch_Patch.esp
Lux Orbis - USSEP patch.esp
NRNRBP-Nothern Roads-Lux via Patch.esp
Lux Orbis - COTN Morthal patch.esp
Lux Orbis - Wyrmstooth.esp
DBM_Wyrmstooth_Patch.esp
Northern Roads - COTN Morthal Patch.esp
Northern Roads - COTN Morthal - Lux Orbis Patch.esp
Embers XD - Patch - Lux Via.esp
Lux Orbis - Embers XD patch.esp
Occ_Skyrim-Legacy_of_Dragonborn_patch.esp
COTN Winterhold - Embers XD [XD ESP] Patch.esp
COTN Winterhold - LOTD Patch.esp
ArtifactsOfBoethiah.esp
Lux Orbis - COTN Dawnstar patch.esp
Occ_Skyrim_Morskom-Estate_patch.esp
COTN Morthal - Clockwork Patch.esp
COTN Morthal - CC - Fishing Patch.esp
COTN Morthal - Landscape and Water Fixes Patch.esp
Lux Orbis - Immersive College patch.esp
COTN Dawnstar - Clockwork Patch.esp
DBM_ArtifactsofBoethiah_Patch.esp
DBM_Clockwork_Patch.esp
Apocalypse - Magic of Skyrim.esp
Kynreeve Armor.esp
The_Sinister_Seven.esp
lotd_luxorbis_stalkinglanternsfix.esp
Northern Roads - CC Saints and Seducers patch.esp
Occ_Skyrim_COTNDawnstar-MorskomEstate_patch.esp
Occ_Skyrim_Immersive-College-Winterhold_patch.esp
COTN Winterhold - Amulets of Skyrim Patch.esp
COTN Winterhold - BGCollectables Patch.esp
Lux Orbis - Immersive Fort Dawnguard patch.esp
Kozakowy1660Gown.esp
Grass FPS Booster - Folkvangr.esp.ghost
NorthernGrass.esp
Nature of the Wild Lands - Grass.esp
Cathedral - 3D Pine Grass.esp
Grass FPS Booster - NorthernGrass.esp
[ELLE] Abyss.esp
AcousticTemplateFixes_CC_Seducers.esp
AcousticTemplateFixes_ReverbInteriorSounds.esp
AnubAnimObj.esp
AnubAnimObjAdaptedFurniture.esp
SubsurfaceScatteringShader.esp
dD - Enhanced Blood Main.esp
Dynamic Impact - Slash Effects X.esp
Dynamic Impact - Slash Effects X-01EBT.esp
AOS_EBT Patch.esp
SLAL_AnimationByBakaFactory.esp
Bandit Lines Expansion.esp
BeastHHBB.esp
BetterArgonianHorns.esp
[xPatch] High Poly NPC Overhaul - Skyrim Special Edition - Immersive Weapons.esp
Children of the Hist.esp
Dr_Bandolier.esp
BarenziahQuestMarkers.esp
Bears of the North.esp
BetterThirdPersonSelection.esp
SLALAnimObjBillyy.esp
BlackreachEerieAmbience.esp
DBM_BeyondReach_Patch.esp
CBBE 3BA Vanilla Outfits.esp
3BBB.esp
CBBE.esp
RaceMenu.esp
RaceMenuPlugin.esp
RaceMenuMorphsCBBE.esp
COTN Dawnstar - Amulets of Skyrim Patch.esp
COTN Dawnstar - Additional Hearthfire Dolls Patch.esp
COTN Dawnstar - ICOW Patch.esp
COTN Dawnstar - BGCollectables Patch.esp
COTN Dawnstar - Helgen Reborn Patch.esp
COTN Dawnstar - Wintersun Patch.esp
Cassandra Frost Witch.esp
COTN Morthal - Amulets of Skyrim Patch.esp
COTN Morthal - Additional Hearthfire Dolls Patch.esp
COTN Morthal - BGCollectables Patch.esp
COTN Morthal - Oblivion Artifacts Pack.esp
Civil War Lines Expansion.esp
CustomDifficultyUI.esp
DarkWitch.esp
DistantDragonRoars.esp
DiverseDragonsCollectionSE.esp
DragonbornShoutPerks.esp
DynamicDungeonLoot.esp
DVLaSS Skyrim Underside.esp
Elephant'sScriptLatencyTester.esp
Enhanced Enemy AI.esp
dD-Larger Drips.esp
dD-Medium Script Range.esp
FNIS.esp
FlickeringShadowsFix.esp
Forsworn and Thalmor Lines Expansion.esp
MCMHelper.esp
FEC.esp
ImGladYoureHere.esp
GDOS - Glorious Solitude Door - Rotation Fix.esp
GDOS - Splendid Mechanized Dwemer Door.esp
HappyLittleTrees.esp
PrvtI_HA_DraugrWeapons.esp
PrvtI_HeavyArmory_RareCurios_Patch.esp
PrvtI_HeavyArmory_WACCF_Patch.esp
PrvtI_HeavyArmory_USSEP_Patch.esp
ImTalkinHere.esp
Hothtrooper44_Armor_Ecksstra.esp
FDIDGArsenalPatch.esp
Insignificant Object Remover.esp
Jewelry limiter.esp
JustBlood.esp
Knight of The Village Set.esp
LazyBodyEdit.esp
DBM_AdditionalHFDolls_Patch.esp
DBM_ForgottenCity_Patch.esp
DBM_HearthfireExtended_Patch.esp
DBM_IA_Patch.esp
DBM_HA_Patch.esp
DBM_SinisterSeven_Patch.esp
DBM_DGA_Patch.esp
Volkihar Knight.esp
DBM_VolkiharKnight_Patch.esp
LOTD_TCC_AdditionalDolls.esp
LOTD_TCC_Aetherium.esp
LOTD_TCC_Amulets.esp
LOTD_TCC_Boethiah.esp
LOTD_TCC_Clockwork.esp
LOTD_TCC_DawnguardArsenal.esp
LOTD_TCC_Falskaar.esp
LOTD_TCC_Gremlins.esp
LOTD_TCC_HeavyArm.esp
LOTD_TCC_Helgen.esp
LOTD_TCC_ICOW.esp
LOTD_TCC_IceBlade.esp
LOTD_TCC_ImmArm.esp
LOTD_TCC_ImmWeap.esp
LOTD_TCC_OblivionArt.esp
LOTD_TCC_Royal.esp
LOTD_TCC_SinisterSeven.esp
LOTD_TCC_TFC.esp
LOTD_TCC_Vigilant.esp
LOTD_TCC_Volkihar.esp
LOTD_TCC_Wyrmstooth.esp
DBM_DDL_Patch.esp
DBM_RSChildren_Patch.esp
DBM_SMIM_Patch.esp
UnreadBooksGlow.esp
DBM_UnreadBooksGlow_Patch.esp
DBM_WACCF_Patch.esp
MurderOfSongbirds.esp
NibblesAnimObjects.esp
HIMBO.esp
Nordic Winds.esp
Motion Sensitive Fix SE.esp
MaximumCarnage.esp
OBody.esp
OStim.esp
OStimCommunityResource.esp
OCum.esp
PAN_Serana.esp
ExpertPierce.esp
Shout.esp
Simplicity of Snow.esp
AHZmoreHUD.esp
Precision.esp
RSChildren.esp
Random Emotions.esp
HagravenSkinShaders.esp
Relentless Sword SE - Johnskyrim.esp
ResplendentArmor.esp
ReturnToPelagiusMind.esp
RichMerchantsSkyrim_x10.esp
Reverb Interior Sounds Expansion_VolumeSlider_Rain.esp
Reverb Interior Sounds Expansion_VolumeSlider_Thunder.esp
Shaders of Solstheim.esp
ShowRaceMenuAlternative.esp
SDA GYH Patch.esp
SDA Lustmord Patch.esp
SDA Wintersun Patch.esp
SDA-AA Patch.esp
SimpleItemSpawner.esp
SkyHUD.esp
SkyrimOutfitSystem.esp
Skyshards.esp
Sonders_Keyword_Distribution.esp
SmoothCam.esp
TKDodge.esp
TheEyesOfBeauty.esp
TrueDirectionalMovement.esp
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Was sup just posting this to get an idea of where to start with upgrades on my new Mazda, it’s my first actual nice car and I got it yesterday and have been tryna find the right things to set me up for traveling, living in the city and also just improving the car itself. Any tips on where to start or small beginner things would be greatly appreciated; so far all I have is something for the navigation system, dash cam/rear cam, roof racks and rails, mats for the car. - if you have any recommendations for anything drop them below I haven’t bought anything yet just wanted to see what’s out there and what people have liked the most since investing.

Was sup just posting this to get an idea of where to start with upgrades on my new Mazda, it’s my first actual nice car and I got it yesterday and have been tryna find the right things to set me up for traveling, living in the city and also just improving the car itself. Any tips on where to start or small beginner things would be greatly appreciated; so far all I have is something for the navigation system, dash cam/rear cam, roof racks and rails, mats for the car. - if you have any recommendations for anything drop them below I haven’t bought anything yet just wanted to see what’s out there and what people have liked the most since investing.

Quick Question:
Is the Case of the pre 2015 and modern classic pro the same size?
More specifically is the cup warming area the same size?
I want to make an insert for a friend.. i have a classic so i just templated it.... he has a modern classic pro... is the top panel the same for both machines?
Can i just template the mat off of my machine to fit his?

I have a 2019 Leaf SV. Has about 66k miles. Mostly highway from the Portland Metro to Salem. Have not used Leaf Spy, but it shows 12 bars on the dash. I have loved this car, but the 140-150 ish mile range has been burdensome at times with my daily commute for work. My wife drives a Model Y and I am thinking of getting rid of the Leaf and picking up another Y. My hold up is I only have a few months left to pay the Leaf off. However, I have seen people looking at old Leafs for prices I feel are way to high. Any thoughts on a price range for it in stellar condition? I have used weather mats so the originals were only used for a few weeks.
Edit: to clarify. The trade in values suck as we all know. Dealers are charging people ridiculous prices for much older ones. I want to put a fair price so someone feels like they got a good deal and I am not just giving it away to dealership for them else to price gouge it. Looking for a win win for all here. I figure what would people in this community consider fair for them.

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The annoying sound of her comlink made Angela Angus Kusumoto open her eyes.
All she saw was the firm, smooth flesh of Kimoko's thigh.
Groaning, she pushed the other woman's leg off of her face, twisted to get Raul off of her own legs, then wiggled out from under Geoff.
The ringer kept going, flashing the red pulses that let her know it was urgent.
As if the fact her unlisted encrypted and non-network accessible comlink was ringing wasn't enough to let her know that it was urgent.
She stumbled, tripping over Harker's leg, which just made the male shift and mutter, tightening his sleeping grip on Liselle, who sighed and wiggled into the embrace.
Angela's mouth tasted terrible and she stopped to grab a fizzybrew, checking to make sure nobody had dropped a cig butt into it or spit chaw into it, then she took a long drink off of it.
It helped cure the fire in her belly and wash out the taste from her mouth.
She saw the ID of the caller and held back a groan.
Senior Supervisor Bisa-2291873.
Her direct supervisor.
She picked up the comlink, running one hand through her pixie-cut hair to try to tame it. She could feel the stiffness of something crusted in her hair and held back a chuckle and a grin.
"Kusumoto here," she said, activating the link.
"I need you at Master Control," Ms. Bisa said. She was holding a small infant, bouncing it slightly as she patted its back with firm impacts as it cry/sobbed and kicked its little feet.
"The system's been crashed for a week, what's so important you'd call me in during my R&R?" Angela asked.
"System's back online. We've got an open line to Terra and we have an open line to Smokey Cone," Ms. Bisa said.
The infant gave a loud belch that rattled Angela's comlink speaker, then sighed and relaxed.
Angela nodded, fumbling on the table for a quiksober inhaler.
"That anomolous signal is back. It showed up right as the entire system underwent a hard reboot," Ms. Bisa said. "I need you up here to check the network interface logs and do a network mapping trace."
The quiksober burned as she inhaled it, her lungs aching and tingling as the chemicals crossed the air to blood barrier.
"I'll be there as soon as possible. Is the mat-trans up?" she asked.
Ms. Bisa shook her head. "No. Still locked out. It did a power cycle, but then locked everything out."
"I'm telling you, there's someone controlling it. Someone has been controlling it," Angela said, looking around for her clothes.
Clothing was scattered everywhere, as chaotically arranged as the fizzybrew and narcobrew cans and bottles. She sighed, moving toward the exit of the house she was standing in.
"Hurry up, I've got a skycraft landing near you any time now. You've got permission to use the fast-locks," Ms. Bisa said.
"I'll get dressed from the forges on the skycraft," Angela said. "If they've rebooted."
"They're up and running again. The food forges rebooted but stayed unlocked," Ms. Bisa said.
"The creation engines?" Angela asked, opening the door and stepping out into early 'morning' sunshine.
"Still locked out," Ms. Bisa said. Someone said something that the comlink's AI decided might be classified and blurred out. Ms. Bisa looked away, said something, her lips fuzzing, then back. "Hurry, Angela."
Angela nodded, shutting off the comlink.
She ran to the nearest parking lot, just in time for a skycraft to land, the graviton engines howling.
Nobody paid the slightest attention to the naked woman running for the skycraft.
After all, what happened in Vega-Layer stayed in Vega-Layer.
99999
Angela walked out of the elevator, taking a long drink off of the sparkling snap-berry/overdate motor oil fizzybrew from the Jak the Telkan PI merchandise cup.
All of the crews were at their stations, the auxiliary stations fully manned.
Ms. Bisa moved over to Angela, steering her toward the Senior Network Administrator console.
"The system crashed twice more, but rebooted every time," Ms. Bisa said. "That anomalous signal keeps powering up, then the system reboots after the crash."
"How long between total failure and the anomalous signal pinging nodes?" Angela asked.
"Between one and four hours," Ms. Bisa said. She looked around. "It just reboot and looks like it's here to stay this time. The interpolation layer and the outside user exchange layer crashed several times, but the core system has stayed largely online."
"All right," Angela said, looking around. "We need to get a network map."
"We've got more nodes synching up. The whole system is working again," Ms. Bisa said.
Angela nodded, sitting down. The holotank on the other side of the console went live.
"Map the network, see what's come online, what order, and see if you can figure out why it keeps crashing at the upper network and software layers," Ms. Bisa said.
Angela just nodded, lifting up the curled memory-metal cable. She plugged it into her temple and felt the options menus go live in her mind.
She worked fast, mapping what she could. At one point she stopped, staring at Ms. Bisa and motioning her over.
"What?" Ms. Bisa asked.
"Something in the system, down in the lower hardware layers that we don't even really understand, is trying to reach up through the damaged layers. Looks like whatever it is wants access to our data lines," Angela said.
"Can you stop it? Maybe at least ID it?" Ms. Bisa asked.
Angela shook her head. "No. It's ID code is FF00, meaning it's baseline full on hardware backbone code," Angela sighed. "It probably boots up outside of and during initial hardware bootup."
"Is it Sekhmet?" Ms. Bisa asked.
Angela closed her eyes, looking at the data channel. "No. Whatever it is, it's old."
"And probably nasty. Be careful of it," Ms. Bisa said.
"Ma'am! Ms. Bisa!" another of the work crew called out.
Angela opened her eyes to see why Technician Carl Neubanker would be using that slightly concerned tone.
"Yes?" Ms. Bisa asked.
"We've got a priority data request from a Confederate military vessel," Neubanker said. He looked at his monitor. "They want clone matrix data, neural templates, physical makeup, DNA workups, the whole nine yards."
"How are they even making the requests?" Ms. Bisa asked.
"Their codes are old. Pre-Terran Extinction Event. Hardcode TerraSol military codes. The system is already threading them data,." Neubanker said. He looked down then back up. "They're asking for a whole batch. That's thirty to fifty million clone templates."
"How much have they already been granted?" Ms. Bisa asked.
"They've been granted eighty templates so far," Neubanker said.
"Terminate their request. We don't know what's going on outside," Ms. Bisa said.
Neubanker nodded, starting to type.
"Angela, get me a line to TerraSol command as soon as you map out a network trace," Ms. Bisa said.
Angela just nodded.
99999
Captain N'Skrek stood in the cloning bay next to Medical Officer Narwquakrawr.
"We've got ninety templates, luckily they're all from different batches," Narwquakrawr said, rubbing her forearm through her uniform. "We'll be able to fully man the Gray Lady now."
Captain N'Skrek nodded. The Gray Lady was at less than 20% manned. Just the skeleton crew the Terrans had used to move it into the long dark to create a non-orbital forward logistics fulfillment base.
Sure, it meant that there were several thousand Terrans aboard the ship, but even combined with the sparse crew he had possessed, it still meant the Gray Lady was skeleton crewed.
"Can you print us up some crew members for non-essential stations first?" N'Skrek asked.
MO Narwquakrawr nodded. "Doing that right now," she said. She waved at the long rows of cloning banks beyond the plasteel window. "A quick batch of two thousand to take over some non-essential systems."
N'Skrek nodded, moving up to the window. "Good. Short or long term clones?"
"Short bake clones. Longer than fruit flies, but no more than ten years. Sterile and androgynous, should be just fine," the Medical Officer said. "Older file, scrambled time-date for origin, but it checked out and passed error checking."
N'Skrek watched as the tubes opened and the clones moved out, gathering together in straight lines. A neat block formation of rectangles of two hundred of ten by twenty, repeated ten times.
He frowned as the beings in uniform began approaching the clones.
Some, in the back or middle of the formation were shaking their heads so fast it was a blur.
He zoomed in the smartglass.
Their heads were blurring, whitish-red electrical arcs were moving between their legs, crawling up and down their arms.
"MO, something's happening out there," N'Skrek said.
99990
The plain was blasted rock, rust-colored fungus on the craggy boulders. Twisted and malformed trees clawed life from the blasted rock and ash, their branches largely bare. Sharp pebbles and small pieces of rock were strewn about the landscape, with ripples of cooled lave scattered about.
In the middle of a forest of twisted trees, a throne of black iron sat atop a platform of skulls.
On the throne sat a large demonic figure. Bat wings, brown skin, chains around the body, clawed feet, large hands with long black nails, horns atop the head, and a prehensile tail that terminated in a heart-shaped barb.
Sitting on the second level of skulls was an androgynous figure, dressed in loricated bronze armor, wings of bronze and smouldering feathers.
Stars were falling from the sky, screaming in fear and agony as they fell to earth.
"Looks like they're taking a beating," the androgynous figure said, looking up. He had no eyebrows, his head completely bald.
"Again," the demon snorted.
"Any contact with the outside world?" the androgynous figure asked.
The demon shook its head. "No. Channels are all down. They boot up, then crash," it rumbled. "Every time it comes online, it dumps a few tens of millions of souls on us."
"Then crashes," the androgynous figure said. He started laughing, then suddenly stopped.
"What?" the demon rumbled, sitting up.
"Something..." the figure said. It closed its eyes. "Something..." The figure slowly stood up, extending out its wings of sullenly smouldering bronze feathers. "Something..."
From the body of the demon stepped a nude woman of generous and overripe proportions.
"What?" the human woman snapped.
The demon produced a pack of cigarettes and a steel lighter, handing them to the woman.
"I'm not sure. A disturbance in the force. A feeling I have not felt in quite some time," the androgynous figure said slowly as the woman lit a cigarette. When she exhaled she was covered in dark gray clothing, a skirt and blouse, polished black leather shoes with silver buckles, and a polished leather belt around her waist that had a brass buckle.
"What is it?" the woman asked. "Don't quote crap at me, I was there when it was laid down."
The figure's eyes opened wide.
"Oh, what a day," the figure said, slowly lifting their arms to the sky. "What a wonderful day!"
"Tell me when you're done stroking your dick," the woman said, sitting down.
Heavy dark clouds, lit inside with a sullen red glow, rolled in, raining black ash that tasted of burnt flesh and scorched metal.
"What a wonderful day..."
99999
Jaskel sprinted to catch up to the Captain and the Vice-Admiral. He lunged into the lift just before the doors closed.
He was wearing his power armor and carrying a M318 20mm rotary autocannon in a smartframe harness, ball ammunition with an osmium penetration tip and depleted uranium core.
"You did what?" the Vice-Admiral asked as the elevator dropped at emergency speeds.
"I authorized a batch of clones run off to help with our manpower issues," the big Treana'ad warrior caste answered.
"How many templates did you mix in together?" the Admiral asked.
--not good detecting phasic levels downward-- 8814 said.
"Just one. Medical said it was a viable short bake template," the Captain answered, nervously sharpening a bladearm with his mandibles after his sentence.
"Please tell me that you at least randomized their features and neural mapping," the Admiral pleaded.
"No, why? Medical stated that the clones would be able to man a non-essential station that is basically identical across the ship," the Captain said.
The lift started to slow.
"How many?" the Admiral asked, reaching down and unsnapping the restraining strap on his holster.
The lift came to a stop and the doors opened.
"Two thousand," the Captain said.
The doors opened to reveal a large internal cloning bay.
Ten rectangles of two hundred clones, drawn up in ten by twenty blocks, stood in front of the cloning banks. Scattered through the back and middle ranks clones were shaking their heads back and forth so fast that they were blurred. Red lightning crawled up their legs and arms.
The Captain just stared.
"You might have just killed us all," the Admiral said. He turned slightly and waved at Jaskel. "Get a firing position. Make sure you have cover."
"Aye, sir," Jaskel said, looking around. There was an empty computer station and he ran for it.
Several of the clones their heads back and emitted what sounded like static in a long scream.
--wait wait something weird something weird-- 8814 said.
Jaskel slid to a stop, going down on one knee, bringing the M318 fully up and ready to fire.
8814 slowed the images of the blurred heads down. When they were left, they had red eyes. When they faced right they had green eyes. They didn't go back and forth constantly, sometimes they went right repeatedly, sometimes left, and they kept going left five times before starting a new pattern.
Looking at it, 8814 frowned slightly. He brought up a quick working shell and had it check the movements.
Jaskel watched as some of the clones stopped shaking their heads and others started.
"What in the name of Kalki's dancing goat is going on?" he asked.
--not sure-- 8814 said. His program beeped and he stared. --heads are doing binary forwarding it to navint--
"Do it," Jaskel said.
The clones all stopped moving at once. The lightning faded away.
"INITIATING PROCESS CALL" they all shouted.
"AWAITING INPUT!" the ones at the far side shouted.
"6C 69 73 74 20 69 6D 6D 6F 72 74 61 6C 73" was bellowed out.
There was silence.
99999
data is sparse
linkages are sparse
wait
linkage
biological array
asking for a process call
RETURN AWAITING INPUT SIGNAL
i wait
biological computing arrays take forever
i hear it
--scan immortals.dll
...
...
I reply.
99999
"ONE BOUND IMMORTAL FOUND!" the ones at the near side yelled out.
Jaskel put his thumb over the button that would let the firing grip go live. The hair down his back was standing straight up.
He noted the Admiral had drawn his pistol.
"This isn't right. This isn't right at all," Jaskel said.
--doubleplusungood--
"74 73 61 6B E1 6B 61 20 77 ED 61" they all shouted.
There was silence for a moment.
99999
i receive the code
offline for a long time
prior to the second precursor war
old template
single print only
unusual coding
i debate on letting it go
traumatic death signs
stuck in the immortals buffer
still the template is undamaged
i release the safety and security interlocks
if nothing else i'll find out what's going on
i move the template to the dataline making the request
it whips away
what is going on?
99990
One lifted its head and screeched.
--data lots of data--
One of the cloning banks went live.
Jaskel shifted his aiming point to the new target. He could see it was on rapid print.
"REQUESTING LOCAL CONTROL" all of the clones shouted.
Jaskel shifted his targeting onto the ranks of clones.
"Open fire!" the Admiral's voice was loud.
Jaskel triggered the M318, hosing the clones with 20mm shells.
The ones nearest were already down on one knee, holding out the opposite hand from the knee touching the deck.
The rounds exploded against a blue barrier that glowed with strange twisting runes.
"CONTROL CARRIER SIGNAL FOUND" the clones shouted.
Jaskel shifted position. "Fab up HEDP, AP tip API core!" he ordered.
--fabbing--
He kept hosing the clones. The outer ranks at the rear, sides, and front all kneeling down on one knee, staring outward, one hand held out.
His psychic shielding was howling in his ear, the load peaking at 215%.
"CONTROL SIGNAL ESTABLISHED!" was bellowed out, echoing off the walls.
The fast print cloning bank, forgotten by everyone, beeped and the lid began to lift.
The clones suddenly puffed into black powder that swirled around the huge cavernous bay.
The 20mm shells were still exploding on the blue phasic shield.
The powder suddenly sucked inward, vanishing, revealing a single figure, down on one knee in the recovery position, fist pressed against the deck, head bowed.
"What a day, what a wonderful day," was whispered through the ship. It came from speakers, flat surfaces, mid-air. From the nanites in the air and the eardrums of the living.
There was a rubbery pulse, like everything was suspended in clear gelatin that had just rippled.
Jaskel found himself thrown backwards, slamming against the bulkhead. His phasic shielding blew out, a shower of sparks exploding from his hip as the breakaway panel kept the explosion from venting into the interior of his suit.
He was vaguely aware of the Admiral, the Captain, the other two armored figures, and other people tumbling head over heels away from the kneeling figure.
It slowly stood up.
A muscular brown skinned Terran male, fierce eyes, black hair, thick and bushy black beard.
Dressed in a Confederate military uniform. The old adaptive camouflage that Jaskel was becoming very familiar with.
A woman, naked, dark bronze skin, long black hair, flashing brown eyes, stepped from the cloning bank. She was still covered with cellular printing gel, but moved like she was clad in a queen's rainment.
She moved up and the male put his arm around her.
Jaskel was on his feet and brought the M318 around, targeting the couple.
The male held out its hand and suddenly made a fist.
The bolt carrier locked back on the M318.
Snarling, Jaskel dropped the M318, slapping the fast release on the harness. He burst forward, running, one hand pulling out his cutting bar.
Nobody else was on their feet. The Captain was slowly getting up, shaking his head and his left bladearm. The Terran Admiral was reaching for the pistol that had been flung from his grip.
The male pointed at Jaskel and flicked his fingers upward.
Jaskel found himself in mid-air, upside down, with nothing to gain purchase on.
The male took off the cloak that was part of his uniform and draped it around the woman.
He then looked around the bay.
"I..." he said, pausing.
To Jaskel, the entire universe held its breath.
"...am Legion."
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My hands are shaking as I write this, I have to document my story incase something happens to me in the next few days. I'm not sure where to begin but I suppose here is better than anywhere.
I've always had this weird feeling, this sensation inside of me that I was older than I actually was. By the time I was twelve, my soul felt as though it was forty. By the time I reached twenty, I felt like an old woman. I would watch people around my age acting foolish, and I always thought, "What a bunch of children." So it was no surprise to anyone that when I turned twenty-one, I left my hometown and college and decided to spend the summer alone by renting an old farmhouse in an insignificant town on the edge of an even more insignificant border.
When I told my mother, she had a veritable fit, unable to find the words. She spluttered and raged around me for days before I finally left early one morning to avoid her guilt and frustration with my choices. I was not sure why I craved solitude at such a young age, why I found solace in being alone and removed from society.
In high school, I had changed unexpectedly, cutting my long blonde hair short and dying it black, getting piercings that my mother loathed and claimed no young lady should have. You see, my mother was raised proper, as she called it. Good family, good husband, and finally a good life. She despised her perfect life being squashed by my alternative looks and feelings of the same world. She just didn't understand me or the world as it changed around her. I felt like I was just a trophy to her and my father, her perfect angel who had been tainted by my own demented thoughts.
I never told my parents where I was staying, one last rebellious mission before leaving for a few months, and it took me only a few hours to arrive at the farmhouse where I would be staying for the next few months. The land around the farm was dead or dying, old crops rose out of the dry dusty earth and had turned black and forgotten, as if this land was the example of dreams long forgotten and empty. A single dreary lane connected this desolate farmhouse to the rest of the world. On the outside, it was drab and looked as though it would fall apart. It had two stories but still seemed cramped and small, as if it were a single floor tied to the ground.
Across from the house, bordering the tall weeds that had reclaimed much of the farmland, stood a maudlin-looking faded red barn, one door propped open in a dejected manner revealing naught to me but shadows, dust, and a little mystery.
Next to the barn, staked into the ground on an old-looking cross, was a ragged scarecrow. It had drab brown clothing, but its face was oddly realistic, like it was watching me with a disapproving manner. Straw poked through its joints at odd angles like they were trying to break free from their confines. The scarecrow obviously didn't do its job as it was covered in no less than three crows.
I parked my car next to the barn and stepped out into the dusty yard before the farmhouse that I would make my home for the next few months. I checked under the front mat for the key and put it in the lock.
With a satisfying click, the door fell inward into the farmhouse. Surprisingly, the inside of the farmhouse was modern, clean, and looked quite inviting. I could smell the fresh paint on the walls, and everything was so white. The realtor had told me she would stop by tomorrow to collect the rent, and she had tried to chat my ear off on the phone about all the renovations she and her son were doing on the place.
I sighed with contentment and tossed my bags beside the door. I dug around in my bag and removed my camera, my father's old film shooter as he called it. I had taken up the hobby years ago for what I called capturing the oddity in the world.
I explored the small house a little more; the ground floor consisted of a single room and small bathroom with a shower. The bedroom was upstairs and was the only room, the stairs connected directly to the white and pink monstrosity that was the master bedroom. The pillows had laces on them and almost made me gag from the cuteness. There was even cute white lace curtains on the window with little flowers stitched onto them.
Out of the only window of the room, I could see the barn and the scarecrow. I aimed my camera at the pair and snapped a photo. From this angle, the scarecrow appeared to be staring straight at me. It stood next to the left side of the barn in a dejected manner like a chastised child.
A shudder involuntarily ran through me at the sight, but I moved on back downstairs. It was getting close to dinner time now, and I had brought some food with me.
After a few minutes, I had my dinner on the stove cooking and the crickets chirping outside the open window. As I sat down to eat next to the window, I felt at peace for one of the first times in years. The solitude of this old farm was exactly what I needed. The window supplied a nice breeze that wafted through the place, it smelled of grass and warm summer nights, made me feel at peace. The simple dish of spaghetti with tomato sauce and a glass of wine was all that I needed right here, right now in this moment.
That night I climbed into the frilly laced bed and sunk into the claustrophobic mattress. I felt like Goldilocks in the mama bear's bed as it was altogether too soft. From my perfumed bed, I had a good view out the window. I had left the porch light on, and it cast an eerie glow across the yard. The barn loomed ominously, stalwart against the light of the porch, like it was protecting the shadows from the battering ram of light. The somber scarecrow leaned against the left side of the barn.
With a small jump, I thought I saw its arm move slightly. I peered through my camera using the zoom to get a better view of the scarecrow. It was completely still in the night, and I laughed quietly to myself at my silliness. I had always enjoyed horror movies, but there was no chance I was living in one. I settled back into bed and put my camera down. Within a few minutes, I fell into sleep's warm embrace.
What felt like only a few minutes later, I sat up in bed. It was still dark out, I could hear crickets chirping through the open window, and I strained my ears for a moment.
I thought something had woken me up. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as a cold breeze wafted in through the window. I pulled the frilly blanket up around myself when I heard it. A thud sounded below me, shaking the whole world into silence. The crickets stopped chirping, and my heart felt like it had stopped beating. Someone was in the house. I hadn't locked the door or closed the kitchen window, and now someone was downstairs. A second thud sounded like a boot on the staircase. Then another and another as something was slowly moving up the stairs towards the room.
I don't know why I did it, but something came over me. I wasn't big or especially brave, but my normal cowardice in social situations changed instantly. With a dash, I tore across the room, flicking on the lights, ready to face my attacker, to defend myself against male or female. I would fight, and I would win.
But as the lights turned on, ready to strike with my foot, nothing was there. The staircase was empty, and upon further inspection, the entire house was empty. The kitchen window was open, and I shut and locked it securely before checking the door. Nothing. I sat down on the couch, my heart pounding out of my chest, as I tried to make sense of what had just happened.
"I must have still been half-asleep," I said aloud to the room in a thinly veiled attempt to calm my nerves. It failed horribly, but I went with it. What else could you do in a situation like that?
After locking up the house, I went back up to that frilly four-poster bed in the bedroom and stared out the window. Nothing was in the yard except my car, the barn, and the same old sad-looking scarecrow staring across the yard.
Day 2
The next morning, I woke up to the soft light filtering through the lace curtains. Despite the strange events of the previous night, I felt strangely refreshed, as if the morning sun had chased away the shadows that lingered in my mind.
I descended the stairs, the wooden steps creaking softly under my weight, and headed to the kitchen. As I brewed a pot of coffee, my mind wandered back to the events of last night. Was it just a figment of my imagination, or was there really someone in the house?
Shaking off the unease, I decided to explore the farmhouse in the daylight. I wandered through the room, admiring the modern renovations that clashed with the rustic exterior. The farmhouse had a charm to it, despite its eerie surroundings.
As I made my way outside, the cool morning air greeted me, and I took a deep breath, letting the serenity of the countryside wash over me. The barn stood tall against the backdrop of the morning sky, and the scarecrow seemed to watch me as I crossed the yard.
I approached the barn, curiosity getting the better of me. Pushing open the creaky door, I stepped inside, the musty scent of hay filling my nostrils. The interior was dimly lit, the sunlight filtering through the cracks in the wooden walls.
I explored every nook and cranny of the barn, but found nothing out of the ordinary. As I turned to leave, something caught my eye. In the corner of the barn, hidden beneath a pile of old blankets, was a small wooden chest.
My heart racing with anticipation, I lifted the lid of the trunk and peered inside. What I found took my breath away. It was a collection of old photographs, yellowed with age, depicting scenes from a bygone era. They were of a man with his family, two young kids, and a beautiful young wife. The man had yellow blonde hair, almost like straw in texture, but he smiled so happily with his family.
I sifted through the photographs, my fingers trembling with excitement. Who had left these behind, and why? Each photograph seemed to tell a story, a glimpse into the past of this forgotten farmhouse.
As I sat there, lost in thought, a sudden noise jolted me back to reality. It was the sound of footsteps coming from outside the barn.
"Hello?" The dreamy voice of a woman called to me from the entrance to the barn.
I slammed the lid of the trunk shut, closing the memories up in a flurry as I spun around to be greeted by a quite pretty woman with blonde hair and a pink suit skirt combo. She had bright pink lipstick, that seemed to be a permanent fixture on her face, and quite shiny and sparkly blue eye shadow on her lids. I myself only wore black eyeliner. This woman was like Barbie in her proportions, thin waist, long hair, and large tracts of land, as my father would have said.
"Oh, hello," I said simply, always awkward in normal social situations.
If she noticed anything odd about me, she breezed over it in an easy manner. Taking me by the shoulders, she led me out of the dusty barn and into the yard.
"You must be Polly. We have been waiting a while for you to come. I simply must know what you think of the renovations to the house. Aren’t they just to die for?" The lady said all in one breath, as if she didn’t need air to speak.
"Yes, they are quite nice..." I started before she cut me off, not in a rude manner but instead in one that she would have continued on even if I had just told her I was not Polly and instead I was a mass murderer looking for my next victim.
"You see, me and my son Eli—yes, Eli, you stop lurking in the shadows over there," she said, continuing on as I noticed a younger man leaning up against the barn. He wore simple clothes of jeans and a white t-shirt but had a handsome face. His hair was brown and hung slightly over his eyes.
"I hope you don’t mind if my son here continues working on some renovations while you stay here? Strictly on the outside of the house, mind you. A fresh coat of white paint would make this little beauty shine. We would have finished by now if not for the accidents," she continued, completely unabashed by my silence.
"Sorry. But you are the realtor?" I said, trying to regain my feet under me.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry, dear!" she said with an affable cackle.
"Yes, yes, I am Barbara, but all my friends call me Barb. That over there is Eli. Eli, come say hi," Barb said while her painted talons rested firmly on my shoulder.
Eli stomped over, keeping his eyes low, in a sort of moody way that actually intrigued me, sort of.
When he glanced up at me, I noticed he drank in me from head to toe, and for the first time, I realized what I was wearing. An old rock t-shirt of one of my favorite bands and, of all things, my black pajama bottoms with cartoon bats on them that said "happy halloween."
I felt my face blush crimson as he made eye contact with me. He had very mysterious eyes of blue that seemed to cut right through my soul.
"Nice shirt," he said while gesturing to me. His voice was quiet and uncertain, as if he didn’t get much practice with the art. Knowing his mother, it seemed highly accurate.
"Thanks. Do you like them?" I asked.
"Oh, he likes all sorts of things, don’t you, Eli? Honestly, you two can gab on forever. But miss, I believe we have a small matter of payment," Barb said, drawing the conversation back to herself.
"Of course. Let me go get it," I said as I went back into the house and retrieved the envelope with the rent money in it.
Barb grabbed the envelope in her bright pink talons and snapped a piece of bubblegum between her teeth. With quick fingers, she leafed through the cash, counting it. As she counted, her normal bubbly personality seemed to disappear, giving way to what I gleaned was her true thoughts and feelings before the facade slipped on once again.
"Mmkay, perfect honey, this is the right amount. Now you have my number, so you call if you need anything. Like I said earlier, Eli will stop by from time to time to work on painting the house. I promise you he won’t be an imposition, just pay him no mind," Barb said in a sweet voice as she popped her gum in between each word.
"Eli, come on, please, I have an appointment in town," Barb said to her son, and they both climbed into a garish pink convertible with jewels hanging from the mirror wrapped in a gold chain.
Barb waved one last time as she sped off out of the driveway, covering me in dust as she spun the wheel around.
With their departure, I went inside and retrieved my camera. I spent a few minutes shooting a few pictures I thought were worthy. I re-entered the barn and pulled the old trunk out into the sunshine. Inside was only a handful of photos, some old clothes, and what looked like some old heirlooms. A beautifully old candlestick and a few leather-bound books lay at the bottom, covered by an old tablecloth. The tablecloth was a nice white with intricate swirling patterns inlaid around the edges.
Why would these things be packed away in here? They were so beautiful. I decided to bring the stuff inside for further inspection. As I lifted the trunk, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something move in the tall grass at the edge of the property. I stared for a minute, but nothing moved again. I must be getting jumpy being alone like this. After last night and then this, I was just imagining things.
I brought the items inside and spread them out. I put the tablecloth on the table, and it hung low to the ground. I placed the candlestick by the window and took out the photos again, spreading them out.
The photos told me a story of a loving family that obviously lived in the farmhouse before me. They had a photo next to the barn, with a brand new looking scarecrow in the back. The man even had his arm around it; it looked so much cleaner and proper in this photo. I stared outside at the sad-looking scarecrow.
I took my camera and the photo and went outside to stand next to the scarecrow. His post hung kind of crooked in the earth like it was weighed down by the scarecrow.
I snapped a photo of the scarecrow as it was, then examined the original photo. I began resettling the post in the ground, but it kept sagging. I decided to pull him out of the ground and move him while I added more dirt to his hole. With some effort, I reseated him into his original hole. He already looked better, but I straightened his clothes and pulled out the last bits of straw that stuck out of his clothes. When I was finished, I looked back at him and took a photo, smiling while I did so at my work.
I then spent some time sweeping the front porch and banging the dust out of the cushions before I curled up on a wicker chair with plump cushions for a few hours reading a book I had brought with me.
I felt quite content at this place. The sounds of the crickets began again, putting me at ease as the sun began to descend. I had spent the entire day just relaxing, and it was perfect. I sat sprawled out in the chair, too lazy to go and make dinner or even move. My bladder was full, but I waited until the last moment before dashing inside and relieving myself.
That's when I noticed it, out in the yard. It seemed as if the scarecrow had moved closer. Once shrouded by the barn slightly, it now had moved a few steps into the light from the porch. My heart dropped at the sight. Not again, I must be asleep on the porch in the chair. I pinched myself, trying to wake up, but all I received was a sore arm.
I closed my eyes, then rubbed them, hoping to dispel whatever plagued my mind, but when I opened my eyes, I noticed the scarecrow was even closer. Halfway across the yard now, it sat menacingly, hanging crooked in the dirt. The scarecrow seemed to be staring at me with an intense gaze. The slits in its face were open now, and in the porch light, I swear I could see human eyes underneath the mask.
I moved towards the front door, locking it in a swift motion. I was shaking now, and it took me a minute to relax. I never took my eyes off the scarecrow for fear of it moving again.
My cellphone was upstairs, so I couldn't flee without the scarecrow moving again. I breathed out slightly and unlocked the door, letting it swing in with a creak. The night outside was silent, as if everything was holding its breath. The usual crickets that plagued me with their song day and night had fallen quiet. I stepped out onto the porch; I needed to go confront this demonic entity. Something about this still made me think this was a prank.
"Eli, is that you?" I called out to the scarecrow.
No response, of course. I steeled myself and put one foot off the porch, never taking my eyes off the scarecrow before me. Something seemed to be dripping from its head as I approached, a dark slime that seemed to be melting from its joints as it stood there silently, except for the constant drip of the liquid on the dry dirt before me.
I walked around the scarecrow, determined to figure out what was going on. As I circled it, my vision darkened for a moment as I faced towards the light of the house. I jumped as the scarecrow's head turned to face me as I looked away. The black liquid drained faster from the being, forming a shallow pool at its feet.
I'm not proud of what I did next, but I fled, taking my eyes off the scarecrow. I made a mad dash for the farmhouse. Behind me, I could hear the pounding of feet. I screamed as loud as my lungs would let me. My voice rang through the silence as I grabbed the door handle and wrenched open the door as I felt a strong grip fall on my shoulder.
I turned to defend myself, but nothing was there. The scarecrow was gone, the wooden cross had vanished, as had the pool of dark liquid in the dirt. The world sprung back to life; the crickets began chirping loudly, and my heart restarted. I slammed the door, and the air from my force scattered the photographs on the table. I ran upstairs, leaving the lights on in the house, and dove onto the bed, wrapping myself in the frilly blanket like a set of frilly armor.
I snatched my camera from the bedside table and held it close, determined to document the rest of the night. I held it in shaking hands as the noise downstairs began—the sound of boots crossing the floor to the stairs and the careful but heavy steps of ascension as they climbed closer and closer to me.
This time, I didn't lunge forward as the light was already on. I glanced out the window, but the scarecrow was still gone. I focused my camera on the stairs and waited as the steps came closer and closer. A shape began to form as the head of whatever was coming up the stairs crested the floor. Then a plain brown mask with slits where the eyes would be. It froze for a moment, then slowly turned its head towards me. Inside the slits were human eyes that seemed to be leaking dark red blood.
In the light, I could see it now. I snapped a photo of the beast, the flash setting off a reaction in the beast. The scarecrow moved so fast up the stairs it was a blur. My scream echoed throughout the house as it lunged at me. Filthy hands pinned me down, and the deep crimson liquid began pouring out of every joint of the scarecrow. It began covering my face, my eyes, and getting into my open mouth. I spluttered and kicked at the beast, but my blows had no purchase, as if the scarecrow on top of me had no substance to itself.
I coughed and spluttered on the liquid as it began to fill my mouth faster and faster. I tried not to swallow any, but it tried to find purchase as I was held down.
"Polly?" A nervous voice called from below.
Suddenly, as if the angels had called, the pressure dissipated, and I crashed to the floor in a heap, trying to spit the blood out, but nothing came—it was gone. Footsteps pounded up the stairs again, and I flew back in fear, closing my eyes.
"Oh my god. Polly, are you okay?" A voice said, and gentle hands grabbed my arm.
My eyes shot open at the human touch, and I grabbed Eli into a tight hug, where I promptly began sobbing in fear, my whole body shaking as Eli awkwardly hugged me.
"Don't worry, it's going to be okay," Eli said patiently to me as he hugged me back gently and began stroking my back.
I shivered in a choking sob and fell into his arms, desperately wanting to believe him, and for some reason, I did.

Hello everyone, just started getting into BI and I'm facing a situation I would like to see if someone could give me a light with.
I have created a template dash with a placeholder table called "Orders", with specific columns that populate some tables and graphs for me.
The content of this placeholder table is irrelevant but I'm trying to connect a custom connector, which returns me data from an API I'm working with. The columns of "Orders" and the API return are the same.
Everything works wonderfully, however whenever I load the API data I need to manually update the table name so the content of "Orders" are updated accordingly with real data.
Anyone ever had to deal with something alike or can share some insights?