I put a lot of work into each of my videos and have spent a whole lot of time improving with editing software to create better videos but I haven't really seen much growth and instead just consistent view counts with each upload. I'm just wondering if there's anything specific I could do with the titles or thumbnails or intro to make my videos do better. There has often been a decent drop off after the first few seconds but even on the videos that stay pretty high, the view count tends to halt after about 1000 views. I feel like I just need to upload more videos but, man, these take awhile and I've started getting fewer subs with each one. I'm not going to quit but I'd like some sort of direction.
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Title: Discovering the Sacredness of Marriage through the Bible

Introduction

Welcome, dear readers, to a journey through the sacred pages of the Bible to uncover the profound truths about marriage. Marriage, as designed by God, is a covenant that goes beyond the legal or social constructs; it’s a divine tapestry woven with love, commitment, and purpose. As we explore biblical insights, be prepared to find encouragement, wisdom, and perhaps a renewed perspective on what it means to be united in marriage.

The Divine Blueprint for Marriage

In the beginning, God himself established marriage as a cornerstone for human relationships. Genesis 2:24 states, “Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh.” This passage highlights the deep, intentional connection that marriage is meant to embody—a union of hearts, minds, and spirits. By exploring the first marriage in Eden, we’re reminded of the sacredness intended for every marital union.

Pillars of a Strong Biblical Marriage

• Love and Respect: Ephesians 5:25-33 paints a beautiful picture of the reciprocal love and respect between husbands and wives, anchored in the love Christ has for the church.
• Commitment: Commitment in marriage is mirrored in the covenantal relationship God has with His people. Deuteronomy 7:9 shows us the steadfastness of God’s love and commitment.
• Communication: Proverbs 15:1 teaches us the value of gentle words and the importance of effective communication in avoiding conflicts and nurturing a healthy, thriving relationship.
• Forgiveness: Colossians 3:13 encourages couples to bear with each other, forgiving as the Lord forgave us. This principle is vital in overcoming the inevitable challenges that arise in marriage.

Challenges in Marriage and Biblical Solutions

No marriage is without its challenges, but the Bible offers wisdom and guidance to navigate these trials. James 1:19 advises us to be “quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger.” This teaching, along with the principle of selflessness found in Philippians 2:3-4, equips couples to face conflicts with grace, leading to growth and strengthening of the marital bond.

The Ultimate Goal of Marriage

While happiness and companionship are beautiful aspects of marriage, the Bible reveals a deeper purpose. Marriage is a divine reflection of Christ’s relationship with the Church (Ephesians 5:32). It’s designed to glorify God, showcase His love to the world, and help each partner grow spiritually. Understanding this profound purpose can transform the way couples live out their marital vows daily.

Conclusion and Call to Action

In closing, marriage, as depicted in the Bible, is a magnificent journey filled with opportunities for growth, joy, and spiritual maturity. Let’s embrace these biblical principles, not just as ideals, but as practical guides to enrich our relationships. Whether you’re single, engaged, or married for years, I encourage you to dive deeper into the Word, reflect on these truths, and allow God’s design for marriage to inspire and shape your relationships.
Feel inspired? Share this post with someone you believe could benefit from these biblical insights on marriage. Let’s spread the wisdom, hope, and love that come from God’s Word!
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People with industry experience have generally told me something like, “The big print-on-demand companies print books using huge, industrial printers that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. Obviously, the quality is going to be much better than your janky home printer.”
It turns out that’s not true!
I'll show you four scanned images of the first paragraph of a book. The first two are from the print-on-demand companies IngramSpark (who I believe printed it with something like a Canon/Océ ColorStream 6000) and Amazon KDP (who I believe used something like a Canon varioPRINT 6000 Series TITAN). The second two are from my ancient home printers: a Dell Laser Printer 1710n from 2005, and a Brother MFC-9840CDW from 2008.
First let’s take a look at the whole page width.
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At this zoom level, all four look pretty similar in print quality. The initial capital “A” on the left looks different, and I’ll explain that in a minute. But the normal-sized letters, set in 12-point Garamond Pro, appear quite comparable. The background of the first two scans is slightly darker than the second two, but this is only because fiction books are printed on cream-colored paper, not white printer paper.
But when you hold these pages in your hand at book-reading distance, they don’t look much alike. To see why not, let’s zoom in closer.
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Looking at all four first words, including a little slice of the initial capital “A”, you can tell that IngramSpark is using an inkjet printer, where Amazon is using a laser printer. The dithered texture of the capital “A” is characteristic of inkjet printers. The last three show halftoning on the capital “A”, which is how laser printers typically print grayscale. Amazon KDP and my old Dell 1710 seem to have the same number of lines per inch in the halftone, though Amazon’s halftone dots look more uniform. The Brother 9840 has more lines per inch in the halftone, and the halftone dots are rounder. This makes sense when you look at the dots per inch (DPI) of resolution that those three printers can achieve. The TITAN is 600x1200 DPI, the Dell is 1200x1200 DPI, and the Brother is 2400x600 DPI.
Finally, let’s zoom in to the level of a single word:
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Looking at them from top to bottom:

• The worst one is IngramSpark. The outlines of the letters are clearly quite rough and irregular. And interestingly, the irregularity is mostly in the vertical direction. This is probably because of the extremely high paper speeds in those continuous-feed inkjet printers. You can’t see all these details when reading a book that's printed this way, but the naked eye can certainly tell that the letters have fuzzy outlines. It’s not egregious, but it’s noticeable.
• Amazon KDP is third-best. It’s crisp, and their printer drum is clean, so there are no little voids in the letters like there are for my Dell printer below. But look at those stair-step edges on the letter “w”. That probably means that Amazon is running at 600x600 DPI instead of 1200x1200, presumably to speed up printing. So KDP could potentially look better, but that might take a bite out of Amazon’s profit margins :) At arm’s length under a reading light, it looks plenty good.
• I’d say the Dell printer is second-best: There are a few one-pixel voids in the letters, which probably just means that my printer drum needs cleaning :) But the edges and halos look about as good as the Brother printer below.
• The sixteen-year-old Brother printer gives the best print quality, in my opinion. The letter edges are pretty smooth, though not perfectly so, with little lumps or knobs every so often. There’s a bit of a halo around the edges, but not much, and it’s the same thickness in the horizontal and vertical directions.

In summary:

• Amazon KDP print quality is slightly worse than an old home laser printer
• IngramSpark print quality is noticeably worse than an old home laser printer

I remember hearing from adults all around me growing up that "marriage is a lot of work." That has always been my outlook and to be frank it is for my wife (37f) and I (37m). We've been married for 6 years and I feel like I still don't understand her. Last night she was in a bad mood and banished herself to the bedroom, so I went along with the kids' normal night routine like many, many nights before. I'm also used to her sleeping in and just expect at this point that I'm the one going into the kids' bedrooms when they wake up crying and that I'm the one doing morning routines with them on weekends.
I woke up this morning in my toddler's bed, after spending the night on the couch, like so many mornings before, and just started doing the morning routine. I got the kids breakfast, did laundry, did dishes, made the coffee, got my wife's breakfast started, fed the cats, etc. But this morning was different because my wife actually woke up shortly after I did. It caught me off guard and something inside me started boiling over. I felt like I was so used to just not expecting her to be a part of this routine ever that it made me viscerally angry. I expressed it to her calmly, like a mature adult, and we hugged it out. But the rest of the morning she spent snipping and snapping at me and the kids about everything, and whatever was going wrong this morning--whether it was the kids not having their shoes on or something like I paused vacuuming to clean up cat barf--she was giving me "I'm cross with you" vibes the whole way.
I left this morning with the girls to drop them off at my parents so my wife could go to a doctor's appointment and I could have brunch an hour away with some college friends I hadn't seen in a while (one of them is getting married this summer). My wife invited over her friend and this friend's daughter so they could do something with the kids while I was gone. On the way to see my friends, I sent my wife what I thought was an innocuous text telling her that I could tell she was in a bad mood, I still loved her, and I just hoped that she could fill her social cup with her friend and also get a chance to relax and recharge after I got home. I didn't think anything of it, even after she was short with me on the phone when I told her I was driving through torrential rain and would call her back when I got to my destination.
I left the house with my kids at 10:00 a.m., my wife picked them up from my parents around noon, and I got home around 3:30pm. Because this is who I am, as soon as I got home I took all the kids outside and we played so my wife could just hang out. On the way home, I got her and her friend alcohol and picked up some small things we needed for the house. I was upset that I had to come home and immediately go back into tired dad mode, but I told my wife I just wanted her to relax and I'd take care of things. I thought the rest of the afternoon went fine, my wife kept hugging me and telling me she loved me and there were lots of laughs, the kids were having a good time.
But after her friend left, she just kind of shut down again. I ended up going back into our normal routine. My wife gave our toddler a bath but otherwise she just kind of laid on the couch and said she was done for the day. I did all the normal nighttime routine stuff and like I usually do every night I was brushing my daughter's teeth when my wife asked me for a hug. I told her to wait until I was done, and then she just started crying. She told me she didn't have a husband and felt like I just lived in the house. I didn't know how to respond because I half expected something was up but I didn't expect that. And she told me that my lack of responding emotionally or strongly told her all she needs to know. She said she had been asking me for hugs all day and I wasn't respecting her or listening to her. Earlier that night I ran out to the store again because she wanted ice cream and we didn't have any, but she said I was only doing it because I was grumpy and just wanted to get out of the house. She kept telling me I was rude all day and that I needed to reread that text I sent her because it made her cry. And I just still didn't know what to do. I told her I loved her, I wasn't going to leave her, and then I gave her a hug but she told me it felt wrong and that she could sense I just wanted to leave the family.
I am stuck because I don't know what to do. She told me she doesn't want to be around me and slammed the door in my face, and now I'm laying on the couch doing the girls nighttime routine like I do every night by myself. And it's really giving me pause. Maybe this marriage isn't for me. She told me before she slammed the door that she felt so disrespected by me for sending that text and that she was jealous I got to spend "all day" with my friends, so she was going to "disappear all day" tomorrow so she could be selfish and rude too.
And I don't know if I'm gas lit, she's right, I'm just being a stupid man, but I seriously don't know what I did or what's wrong. Maybe she's angry she was home with the kids all day, but I already do so much of the parenting and have such little social life. I don't want to think of our marriage as a competition, but I do think she sees it that way and she's very tit for tat. Even just yesterday I was on the toilet for "longer than she expected" and I got spoken to about hiding in the bathroom even though I was legitimately going number two that entire time. Meanwhile, she can go shut herself in the room for hours because she doesn't want to be around the kids or my "bad moods."
I don't understand people that say marriage is easy. I just don't. But I've seen people on here and have friends in real life who tell me it is very easy for them. I envy those people.

Just want to give some love to the guy who I believe is one of the best captains in the NHL, and the best in Stars history. Came in as a chubby rookie with great hands and a great shot, evolved into the hockey equivalent of an uncaged demon on the ice in his prime, took a step back offensively when Monty and Bowness were here, largely because of their system(s), took crap from even the front office, and yet still showed up to score lots of clutch goals for us in the playoffs, especially in the bubble. Oh and after we got a less antiquated coach in, he is back to putting up solid offensive numbers again.
Lots of other fans act like he's some kind of goon plug because of a handful of dirty plays he's made in a career of over 1200 games if you include playoffs, and he even had some asshats in our own fanbase trying to "strip the "C"" from him because he wanted to strangle Mark Stone (I mean who fucking doesnt tbh?) yet he never lets it get to him, he takes all the heat and just keeps on being a leader.
I know we all talk about winning it for Pavs, and yes, I want that so much too, but I think I want it even more for this dude. 10 years of captaincy, lifelong Star, has led his team to multiple deep playoff runs including a cup, and is still coming up big with the game tying goal in the 3rd period last night. Without that, the rest of it is meaningless, and you could see the teams energy explode from that moment on. No other player will wear #14 for the Dallas Stars and I definitely can't wait for that ceremony. Hopefully when announcing his accomplishments they'll talk about a guy who never quit and won multiple cups... Or at least one, I'll take that.

I recently got a woman pregnant I met at a bar. We were chatting it up and one thing lead to another. She is 2 weeks pregnant and wants to keep the baby. This woman is not a woman that I would want to be involved with and definitely not have a child with. She doesn’t have my number and doesn’t know my full legal name. Is she still able to put me on child support, also how can I prevent being on child support or having involvement with her or the kid?

I am a 22y old short male at 5’5 or 5’6 depends on the hour of the day etc, and life by no means is hard since I got lucky to work with something i like and got rich early, ( rich in a 3rd country, so for you American people, around 120k usd a year, not much I know but when the average person makes 400 dollars a month I am pretty fucking well off) and life is the old same, I am treated by my colleagues as lesser because I am short, I can get some dates if I really try and go for girls that no one even cares about but even then being short is always a requirement I don’t pass.
People take me less seriously, I went to the shopping to just have some fun and kill some time and decided to buy some clothes and the lady at the counter treated me so bad so infantile, friends constantly ask why am I single because in the group I am the only that isn’t having hookups or any dating at all, and this question just kill’s me, parents ask why I am not dating yet, I do everything I can honestly, have a skincare routine, worked on my mental health, lost weight cause I started running, dress better thanks money,and if I am being completely honest no bs my face isn’t even bad, it’s probably a 6/10 but in every facet of life I am seen as less, and I would be totally okay if it was my fault but fucking isn’t my fault, maybe I’ll stop being so fucking afraid of dying and do the leg lengthening surgery in the US( I have more than enough saved since cost of life here is so so so so small) but I get so afraid of just dying on the table but perhaps it’s the only way to be seen as a human and not something less, fuck I hate this way I am treated.
Anger is getting to me at how unfair man who are short are treated, that was my opinion on the matter, bellow I’ll provide the sources.

Hey everyone,
Wanted to share this story to hopefully inspire some of you on this forum to pursue your passion musically.
I’m 36 years old and grew up glued to VH1 and MTV. Some of my fondest memories as a kid were staying up late on New Years Eve watching the top 100 songs of the year countdown.
After discovering The Beatles through my parents vinyl collection, I asked for their CD’s for my 8th birthday. For my 9th birthday, I asked for an electric guitar. I only had that guitar for a couple weeks before my sisters complained and I had to trade it in for an acoustic. It was way too big and after unsuccessfully trying to play it I put it back in its case where it remained for a decade.
About every 5 years I would take it out and attempt to learn. When I got into my Alice In Chains phase senior year of high school I went for lessons but nothing stuck. When Chris Cornell died in 2017 I ordered a new guitar that night. Again, I gave up when I couldn’t form the chords.
In 2021 I started running with a man named Robert “Raven” Kraft in my hometown, Miami Beach. Ravens story requires more than a few paragraphs, but to some it up, this man has run 8 miles on the beach every single day since January 1st 1975. The run started out of heartbreak after he found out a hit song he had written was stolen from him.
Ravens dream is to have a hit. Him and I would discuss music every run (to date I have run with him over 220 times). We would fantasize about me learning guitar and him providing lyrics, starting a real rock and roll band.
In the winter of 2021 my job was on strike so I had a lot of extra downtime. I decided once again to pick up the guitar. This time, inspired my Ravens dedication, I decided I would play 1 hour a day, everyday, for the entire year of 2022.
By June, I was comfortable playing in front of my girlfriend. By October, my best friend was coming over once a week and we started forming songs. By November, we felt the music was good enough and all we were missing was lyrics.
We invited Raven over, who penned his 1701st song in about 10 minutes, our first single, Digging Her Grave.
Another runner joined us from Haiti and plays bass, another runner from Serbia came over and introduced his native Tambura to the band. Finally, a man named Bryan we found on Facebook came over and decided he wanted to produce the album.
In 2023 we became Raven and the Dark Shadows. Our first live performance was a disaster, but we regrouped and practiced more. We found a studio and recorded 10 tracks. Through my connections and Raven’s fame we convinced Dave Abbruzzese (Pearl Jam), Ian Grushka (New Found Glory), Keli Gunnarson (Agent Fresco) and Dave Pastorious (tech 9) to guest on several tracks.
We released our album, An Unkindness, in November of 2023. To celebrate, we had a show at the Wolfsonian with over 150 people attending.
Jack White’s Third Man Pressing is currently producing Blue and Yellow vinyl editions of An Unkindness that should be ready by the summer.
Our song Dracula just reached 30,000 streams. In addition to our music, I produced 4 music videos for our band. A fifth animated one will be out next week. Total views on YouTube are north of 20,000.
At a recent Florida Panthers hockey game, our song, Dead End Road, was played after the Panthers scored a goal. It’s also been used at various Spring Training stadiums around Florida this spring. The Miami Marlins have it on their batting practice playlist. Our upcoming song “Feel Like a Fugitive” is on the Grand Theft Auto 6 soundtrack, and last year we played Stephen King’s 75th birthday bash.
We are currently preparing our second album. All the songs have demos, we just have to find the time to enter the studio and begin the process. We hope to have our second album released by October of 2024.
On January 1, 2025, Raven celebrates his 50th year of the streak. We are hoping for more exposure for the band when this happens.
I hope this inspires you all. In my mid 30s I definitely didn’t expect something like this to happen, but if you really commit to something, dreams can come true.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on the project and the sound. I’d also love to get recommendations on what we can do better, as we prepare for album number 2. Check us out on all the streaming platforms
Raven and the Dark Shadows

It's been a little while, so time to repost this:
On principle I would say just don't buy a Razer product, but if you are going to, make sure you buy it directly from them, they have a loophole in the warranty policy so they don't have to honor claims for most products purchased on Amazon. I got a Razer Naga X as a gift for my birthday, and after about a year it developed a bunch of scroll wheel bounce (going up when I scroll down and vice-versa) and then one of the thumb buttons stopped registering consistently, so I filed a support ticket, and they told me they wouldn't be honoring the manufacturer's warranty b/c it was sold by an 'unauthorized reseller'. The problem is that it was bought on Amazon (which IS listed as an authorized reseller - my girlfriend, who purchased it, had made sure to check that) but apparently there are TONS of '3rd party sellers' that make up the vast majority of the Amazon listings, even Prime listings (something I didn't even know until all of this) and apparently that gives them a loophole to not honor the warranty. I did a search on Amazon for the same mouse, and it wasn't till the 7th result that I found one that wasn't through one of these storefronts. Most of these storefronts are 'Amazon' sales anyways, it's a way for Amazon to outsource the work of creating listings and marketing without hiring people as actual employees - the 'seller' doesn't store or ship the product - all of that is Amazon - they are just getting a cut of the sale for creating the posting/bringing in business. And, by the way, none of this came up when I successfully registered the mouse on the Razer website upon receiving it.
The entire attempt at the warranty claim was a huge mess that took over six weeks, with a TON of back and forth where they promised to take care of me, only for that to be vetoed by the back office (at least three or four different times as the ticket got escalated) ... First, they told me that I had to contact the seller, that they had first obligation on a replacement, but I was told "I guarantee that we have your back on this" and to come back to Razer support if the seller declined to replace it or didn't respond. Well, the seller didn't respond, and when I contacted Razer again, they said 'Sorry, sucks to be you' (paraphrase, lol).
So... I did a bit of research to see if that was even legal and found an instance where someone raised a stink on Reddit and Razer ended up replacing their device... so I did the same thing; the official Razer account quickly reached out and reopened the ticket, support contacted me asking for a photo of the mouse to verify the serial number (and said they'd process the replacement if the number checked out - which it did)... two days later I got a response saying.. they'd get back to me in two days. Another two days later I got another email saying 'Sorry, that's out of the warranty period' (it's not, it was slightly over one year into a two year warranty) I responded with proof of this, their reply completely ignored the warranty timeframe issue and just went back to the 'unauthorized reseller' line. They also told me that there was no repair option, but if I subscribe to their newsletter I can get $10 of my next purchase and a whole bunch of other marketing spam, which was just salt in the wound if you ask me. I contacted the Reddit account again to tell them how useless and frustrating that had been and they responded that I should "keep replying so the ticket doesn't auto-close from inactivity"... pretty pointless if you ask me since they are dead set on not honoring the warranty. I did keep the ticket open for a while anyways, but they started to auto-respond with the same boilerplate response.
Every other warranty claim I have ever made has been based on the serial number and whether the defect was the result of misuse or happened through normal use. This has been the most absurd experience I've ever had with a company's customer support / warranty department; I certainly will never do business w/ Razer again, and I'd recommend the same to everyone else.
Apparently, they want my experience to be an example of their customer experience, since, in their own words: "as much as we would like to proceed in replacing your device, we're afraid that the Warranty Policy we have in place is too important, as it will remind all customers that Razer has exclusions and limitations on its warranty." So... I'm going to continue to share it with as many people as I can. The ironic thing is that they have probably spent more money on payroll dealing with me than they would have if just honored the warranty in the first place (and they would have continued to get positive word-of-mouth from me instead of these PSAs - I'm quite active in the endgame community of a major MMO, I host a lot of training runs and am constantly recommending that new player go get an MMO mouse for all the extra buttons - I used to sing praises about Razer mice before this, my first Razer mouse lasted almost eight years - but now I tell them to get anything but a Razer)

Welcome to the first post in the prophesied Design Notes Series, which will see periodic releases during the (probably long) wait until 3.0, and will preview and discuss upcoming content.
As was mentioned in the Anniversary post, I am working on 3.0 whenever I find the time and motivation; treating it like homework did not do wonders for my creativity, back when I started. So this Series is meant to serve as an appetizer and periodic reminder that progress is still being made.
Let's get into it!

Weapon Art?

I am considering renaming the phrase "Special Ability". As casual language, pretty much everything in SW is an "ability" that is "special," so the term always felt ambiguous to me. But more importantly, it just doesn't shine. I'm a fan of vivid, evocative language in fiction, and nothing about the phrase "Special Ability" actually feels special to me. It's... generic.
So I may rename it to "Weapon Art." No less clichéd, really, but the point isn't to make the word unique, just unambiguous, evocative, and a maybe little more iconic.
And I would just do it, if it weren't for the fact that find-and-replace is really glitchy in Inkscape (of course it is), so I would have to manually replace every instance of the phrase.
Since I haven't decided yet, I'm going to use the phrase Weapon Art for the rest of this post, to try it on and see how it fits. Let me know what you think of the term, and whether you think it would be an improvement worth taking the time to implement.
Personally, if nothing else, I think it enhances clarity.

The Importance and Function of a Weapon Art

Weapon Arts are the defining heart of a Weapon Class. If I can think of a unique Art for a weapon, it gets a Class. If I can't, it doesn't. But how do I decide what Art to give to a weapon? I have a process, and it goes a little something like this:
The Function of the Art should be to...

1. Make it Possible to use a weapon that is otherwise too impractical for combat. If this isn't applicable, it should instead...
2. Compensate for a Weakness of the weapon. If this isn't applicable, it should instead...
3. Amplify a Strength of the weapon.

Examples of Function 1 — Cleaver, Boomerang, Yo-yo. Examples of Function 2 — Polearm, Crossbow, Bolas. Examples of Function 3 — Sword, Bow, Boots.
(Besides these guidelines, every option in SoulWeapon must synergize with other potential choices; that's the Golden Rule for Everything, since the very start).
There are a few exceptions, like Cane Sword or Wand, where the Art hones in on some thematic principle of the weapon or does something unique entirely. I would define these as Arts that enable a trope, which is sort of a hidden 4th Function.
But there are other exceptions I am less happy with. There are some Weapon Arts that have always struck me as incorrect, or just insufficient, but they stayed because I could never think of anything better.
But I've reevaluated the principles behind Weapon Arts. As a result, a number of Weapon Classes—some of which have been unchanged since 1.0—are seeing new Weapon Arts in 3.0.
Let's talk about a few of them.

Knives

For such a common, bread-and-butter weapon, Whisper Walk is a really niche ability that is specific to certain settings/builds. In general, if a weapon is something that gets used a lot, I want its Art to be something that gets used a lot as well.
Cane Sword is a rare and weird weapon that is already almost exclusively used as a way to conceal a weapon or exude style and poise. So the Art reflects that stealth-based nature. But knives are used in a variety of ways besides stealth: open melee combat, ranged attacks, etc. So its Art should at least be a little broader.
The new Art serves Function 2: Compensating for Weakness. One of the weaknesses of the knife is its short range in melee; it's difficult to get past the defenses of most standard-sized weapons to where knives can thrive. The new Weapon Art is called Close-Quarters Combat.
If you really liked Whisper Walk, or had some builds that depended on it, don't worry: it will still be possible to access the effects of Whisper Walk in 3.0.

Mace

If Sword is the "default" bladed weapon, Mace feels like the "default" blunt weapon. (Even if it can technically have spikes on it, its purpose is nonetheless to smash, where the Sword's is to cut). Seems like it has a similar versatility and number of design Variations as the Sword, too, doesn't it? It feels appropriate, then, that they would be reflections of each other, with Sword leading the charge on Page 1, and Mace leading the charge on Page 2.
So, since Sword grants improved skill and and a buff to Runic Potency, Mace shall grant improved might and a buff to Runic Potency.
This feels really really right to me, whereas the old Art (Brute) felt pretty lackluster. Swords are about precision, so they buff your skill, and Maces are about crushing power, so they should buff your might. Both weapons buff Runic Potency, and so you have twin "default" melee weapons that act almost as spokespersons for their broader weapon types. As a bonus, the new Art sort of encompasses what Brute did, so it's a strict buff at the end of the day.
You might think the other "default" weapons to be Knives (the default throwing) and Bow (the default shooting). These haven't gotten parallel Runic Potency -type abilities, but their Weapon Arts have been buffed or reworked in other ways.

Tonfas

Non-Lethal was very cool, but it did not feel like a Weapon Art. Its effects have been moved to a section that makes much more sense for the type of ability it is (you can probably guess to where, if you grok the design philosophy of SoulWeapon).
It has been replaced with a new Art that better suits the beat-and-block nature of Tonfas: Missile Deflection. This lets you intercept projectiles and helps with blocking melee attacks, so you can close the distance on ranged foes and then out-defend them. It's meant to be strong enough to effectively invalidate mundane archers and make the lives of Soulbound archers rather difficult; tonfas are a below-average weapon, so they deserve an above-average Art to compensate.

Kusarigama

Shadow Creep had the same problem as Whisper Walk: stealth is too niche a boon for Weapon Art; it restricts the potential of a Class by limiting its use-cases.
The new Art fills a niche we for some reason didn't have before: a true spinning chain weapon. It is called Spin Control, and it is to Corded weapons as Hover Spin (Giant Shuriken) is to Throwing weapons. It has a little extra bonus of allowing you to remotely control the orientation of the blade (separately from the chain), which can have some niche utility applications beyond just ensuring the kama hits your target point-first when you spin/fling it.
As with the others, the effects of Kusarigama's old Art will be accessible one way or another in 3.0; nothing is getting truly left behind.

Conclusion

There are a number of other Classes that have had their Arts updated or completely remade, but you'll have to wait until release to see those.
Future Design Notes posts likely won't be as long as this one, as most of them will focus on one single item instead of an entire design philosophy.
See you in the next! (And don't forget to let me know what you think of the new name).

https://www.reddit.com/policeuk/s/fTqdbzBkzn
I posted this a year ago. Since then, I’ve moved to another force and blow me sideways if it wasn’t the best move I’ve made. Even so, there are still plenty of issues here, difficulties in Policing and stress, anxiety and pressures on all the staff.
I don’t know how I feel about policing anymore. Whilst it’s only been a couple of months, and I feel happier than I have in a long time, learning a bunch of new skills and procedures as I approach my 40th birthday still fills me with apprehension and worry.
Unfortunately a number of things in the media and online push me further from wanting to do this job. XN121, the officer found guilty of assault for arresting a person believed to have committed a crime, officers being sentenced to prison for WhatsApp messages, even people on my team being suspended and thrown under the bus for using reasonable levels of force which have then been scrutinised by the IOPC who seem intent to stick on every single cop they can.
I’m all for getting rid of the bad ones. But it seems that people are going out of their way to do away with the police. We won’t see another decent pay rise for years, not after the ‘generous’ 7% they gave us, leaving just 19% behind the gap. Forces decimated, people leaving in droves, and all the police meme pages nailing it on the head with revised Code G, saying you can’t lock up without all the evidence and you can’t put handcuffs on somebody, or another one depicting the Met’s HR department as a box factory drowning in resignation ‘packages’.
I really love this job sometimes. I honestly want to make a difference. But at the same time I am absolutely sick of it all. Sick of the lambasting, the negativity, the red tape and procedure, the action plans and political bile, the violence and the trauma, the stabbings, RTCs, dead children and families torn apart, endless paperwork for no real gain, low pay, piss poor morale, and departments who’s sole job is to remove any shred of coping mechanism in the form of dark humour and banter by leaving us to have settings to purge phone message apps and offices full of posters to ‘dob in’ somebody who might even think of making a joke, an inefficient ‘independent’ office to look at officers, and a criminal justice system on its knees, whilst they let out violent and dangerous prisoners early or hold them in custody areas due to no space in prisons.
The jobs always been ‘fucked’, ever since my great great grandad pounded a beat in Birmingham, with a wooden truncheon and a whistle, but I wonder if there’s any hope left for the rest of us trying to stay above water, with failing technology, decrepit buildings, worn out cars and equipment, and destroyed marriages, relationships with partners and children, trying ever so hard to not fall to pieces ourselves.
Stay safe out there.

Source: https://www.mtgo.com/decklist/modern-challenge-32-2024-05-1612638652
Source: https://www.mtgo.com/decklist/modern-challenge-32-2024-05-1712638663

Winners

• Tubaba on BR Grief
  
• Filho_do_MOL on Amulet Titan
  

Decklists

65	Thursday Modern Challenge 1 (May 16 2024)
1.	BR Grief	(8-2) Tubaba
2.	Amulet Titan	(7-3) kanister	@kanister_mtg	[Twitch]	[YouTube]
3.	Amulet Titan	(7-2) DrakeHaven
4.	BG Yawgmoth	(6-3) Graciasportanto	@MauroSasso2
5.	4c Living End	(6-2) manohito
6.	BR Grief	(6-2) sokos13	@sokos13_
7.	Temur Prowess [Jegantha]	(6-2) _Falcon_
8.	Hardened Scales	(5-3) LordEgg
9.	BR Grief	(5-2) Martin_Dominguez	@RuloMTG
10.	UR Murktide	(5-2) Alico
11.	BG Yawgmoth	(5-2) lunaloveee
12.	GW Emeria Control	(5-2) levunga21	@levunga
13.	4c Goryo's Vengeance	(5-2) twister66
14.	BG Yawgmoth	(5-2) ARCll
15.	RW Burn	(5-2) rastaf	@MtgRastaf	[Twitch]
16.	4c Living End	(4-3) LucasG1ggs	@GiggsMtg
17.	Jeskai Urza	(4-3) gyyby297	@gyyby_mtg297
18.	UB Mill	(4-3) GingerGuy83
19.	4c Omnath	(4-3) TrueHero	@IsThatTrueHero
20.	Temur Prowess [Jegantha]	(4-3) Alan07	@AlanLB07
21.	BR Grief	(4-3) _Batutinha_	@_Batutinha_	[Twitch]
22.	UR Murktide	(4-3) O_danielakos
23.	UR Murktide	(4-3) Shiny_Beest
24.	RW Burn	(4-3) rasvd
25.	Domain Zoo [Jegantha]	(4-3) milikin
26.	RG Crimes [Jegantha]	(3-3) grinderA
27.	Mono B Rack	(4-3) medvedev	@m3dvedev
28.	Mono W Hammer	(4-3) Akeel
29.	4c Living End	(3-4) MeninoNey	@MeninooNey
30.	Amulet Titan	(3-4) Jumba
31.	BR Grief	(2-3) KatieKat
32.	BR Grief	(3-4) Capitano_CL
33.	4c Living End	(3-4) drVendigo
34.	RW Midrange	(3-4) DragonFodder	@BrindRobert
35.	4c Omnath	(3-4) alemilan19	@alemilan_19
36.	4c Living End	(3-4) Linden_43
37.	Mono W Hammer	(3-4) CARLONEE
38.	BR Grief	(2-4) JFoster
39.	Mono B Rack	(3-4) Selfeisek
40.	Jund Crimes [Jegantha]	(2-4) stefanocanclini
41.	Mono B Rack	(2-3) Makitren
42.	4c Goryo's Vengeance	(2-3) 2radMTG
43.	Affinity	(2-4) Dreddybajs	@PocketJacesCast	[Twitch]	[YouTube]
44.	Domain Zoo [Jegantha]	(2-3) pepeteam
45.	RG Tron	(2-4) AlpInco	@Alp_MTG	[Twitch]	[YouTube]
46.	RW Burn	(2-5) FranMtg
47.	4c Living End	(2-4) Sven745
48.	Bant Living End	(2-5) DevinShave	@Opt_gg	[Twitch]
49.	61-cards Mono G Stompy	(2-4) p00pInMyFacex3
50.	Jund Grief	(1-3) jeunejulio
51.	4c Omnath [Kaheera]	(1-2) McWinSauce	@McWinSauce
52.	BG Asmo	(1-3) Trollolas
53.	Domain Zoo [Jegantha]	(1-3) Venom1	@OowashiAkatsuki
54.	Esper Soulherder	(1-5) ChuckNoris43
55.	4c Rhinos	(1-2) Hatsunelol
56.	Glimpse	(0-3) Laranjinha-BR
57.	4c Living End	(0-2) magaramagara
58.	Temur Prowess [Jegantha]	(0-2) k00p4
59.	Jund Creativity	(0-2) avb
60.	Grixis Shadow	(0-2) Gernardi
61.	61-cards Amulet Titan	(0-2) Mistakenn	@Mistakenn1	[Twitch]
62.	4c Goryo's Vengeance	(0-2) ScoopDog
63.	RG Crimes [Jegantha]	(0-2) hugtheaquilifer
64.	Temur Prowess [Jegantha]	(0-1) Ale_Mtg	@Ale_mora_02
65.	BR Grief	(0-4) _ruda_
	Amulet Titan	gurig	@TaintedOpt
	BG Coffers [Umori]	Walri
	4c Living End	death_grips

50	Thursday Modern Challenge 2 (May 16 2024)
1.	Amulet Titan	(7-2) Filho_do_MOL
2.	RW Burn	(7-2) absoluteragez
3.	BG Yawgmoth	(6-2) Nammersquats	@Nammersquats	[Twitch]
4.	Temur Prowess [Jegantha]	(5-3) AnothaPlaya
5.	Amulet Titan	(6-1) HouseOfManaMTG	@HouseOfManaMTG	[Twitch]	[YouTube]
6.	RW Burn	(5-2) izzy-wilde
7.	RW Prowess	(5-2) Bosseidon	@BosseidonRed	[Twitch]	[YouTube]
8.	Affinity [Jegantha]	(5-2) jfariv
9.	Grixis Grief	(4-2) SinKarma
10.	BR Grief	(4-2) Capitano_CL
11.	Temur Prowess [Jegantha]	(4-2) mtgobazaar8
12.	Temur Prowess [Jegantha]	(4-2) Alan07	@AlanLB07
13.	Temur Prowess [Jegantha]	(4-2) k00p4
14.	Domain Zoo [Jegantha]	(4-2) The_Kingpin
15.	Amulet Titan	(4-2) Jumba
16.	Domain Zoo [Jegantha]	(4-2) jcubby02100
17.	4c Omnath [Kaheera]	(3-3) Viatt
18.	BR Grief	(3-3) AmadeusPro
19.	61-cards Amulet Titan	(3-3) _EzMud1
20.	BR Grief	(3-3) jben
21.	Amulet Titan	(3-3) Ivan_Draw_Go	@Ivan_Draw_Go	[Twitch]
22.	Abzan Amalia	(3-3) xerioc
23.	Affinity	(3-3) TheNectar
24.	BG Yawgmoth	(3-3) SleepingSnorunt
25.	Amulet Titan	(3-3) gurig	@TaintedOpt
26.	4c Living End	(3-3) death_grips
27.	UW Control [Kaheera]	(3-3) nahuel10	@Nahuel10Mtg
28.	UR Control	(3-3) Joryago
29.	BR Grief	(3-3) No_e_that_knows	@Noe_leal_jr
30.	BG Yawgmoth	(3-3) Zorro7x4
31.	BG Coffers [Jegantha]	(2-3) selesneal	@selesneal
32.	Domain Zoo [Jegantha]	(1-4) _and_one_
33.	UW Control [Kaheera]	(2-4) bless_von
34.	BR Grief	(2-4) jvidarte
35.	UR Murktide	(1-4) Toki_85
36.	UW Control [Kaheera]	(2-4) vSUPREME973
37.	4c Living End	(1-4) Oppa
38.	RW Burn	(1-4) _BOI_
39.	61-cards RG Ponza	(1-3) OrnatePuzzles	@Jaawls
40.	Temur Prowess [Jegantha]	(1-3) jessy_samek	@Jessy_samek
41.	Esper Control [Kaheera]	(1-3) 2805667
42.	RW Burn	(0-2) Cachorrowo
43.	BR Grief	(0-3) DannyStarchild
44.	BG Yawgmoth	(0-2) TheMeatMan	@MeatMTG	[Twitch]	[YouTube]
45.	BR Grief	(0-3) f1shmagic
46.	RG Crimes [Jegantha]	(0-2) bunnyfat
47.	UG Infect	(0-2) ItsMattox
48.	UR Breach	(0-2) YungDingo	@YungDingoMTG	[Twitch]	[YouTube]
49.	Bant Living End	(0-2) WingedHussar	@WingedHussarMTG	[Twitch]
50.	Dice Factory	(0-3) Spy_1

Full Metagame Breakdown

9 Bx Grief (8 BR, 1 Jund) 8 Living End (7 4c, 1 Bant) 4 Amulet Titan 4 Temur Prowess 3 BG Yawgmoth 3 UR Murktide 3 4c Goryo's Vengeance 3 RW Burn 3 4c Omnath 3 Domain Zoo 3 Crimes (2 RG, 1 Jund) 3 Mono B Rack 2 Mono W Hammer 1 Hardened Scales 1 GW Emeria Control 1 Jeskai Urza 1 UB Mill 1 RW Midrange 1 Affinity 1 RG Tron 1 Mono G Stompy 1 BG Asmo 1 Esper Soulherder 1 4c Rhinos 1 Glimpse 1 Jund Creativity 1 Grixis Shadow 

8 Bx Grief (7 BR, 1 Grixis) 6 Amulet Titan 6 Rx Prowess (5 Temur, 1 RW) 4 RW Burn 4 BG Yawgmoth 4 UWx Control (3 UW, 1 Esper) 3 Domain Zoo 3 Living End (2 4c, 1 Bant) 2 Affinity 1 4c Omnath 1 Abzan Amalia 1 UR Control 1 BG Coffers 1 UR Murktide 1 RG Ponza 1 RG Crimes 1 UG Infect 1 UR Breach 1 Dice Factory 

X-2 or better Archetype Breakdown

3 Bx Grief (3 BR) 3 BG Yawgmoth 2 Amulet Titan 1 Living End (1 4c) 1 Temur Prowess 1 UR Murktide 1 4c Goryo's Vengeance 1 RW Burn 1 Hardened Scales 1 GW Emeria Control 

5 Rx Prowess (4 Temur, 1 RW) 3 Amulet Titan 2 Bx Grief (1 Grixis, 1 BR) 2 RW Burn 2 Domain Zoo 1 BG Yawgmoth 1 Affinity 

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I have sleep paralysis somewhat regularly, it comes and goes. I have noticed I tend to get it more often when I don’t have a lot of sleep for a couple days. I have seen different sleep paralysis “demons” how ever the hat man experience I had was probably the worst sleep paralysis I have ever had. Here is the story
At the time I was living by myself in somewhat rural Alaska in a small duplex. My place was sorta small it was about 1000 sq ft with 2 bed 1 bath. When you open the front door the living room opens up to your right, the kitchen then bathroom are to your left and the 2 rooms are straight back with the doors being on the back side of the living room. Both rooms were pretty small, one I used for storage and the other my bedroom. Since the room was small my queen sized bed only fit comfortably in one orientation with the front door to the home being in direct line of sight from my bed and vice versa. Normally I sleep with my door closed but this particular night I slept with it open because I was so tired and accidentally fell asleep when I got home from a long day of work. I remember waking up to a noise and immediately noticed I couldn’t move. Since I get sleep paralysis often I have gotten better about not freaking out and normally if I close my eyes and focus on quickly rolling my body or moving my arm or leg I can move myself out of it. So almost routine at this point I quickly get myself out of it and sit up and look out into my living room to see what the noise was. Right next to my front door is a big window, I leave the blinds closed but light goes through them fairly easily. On this night the moon was probably full and the moonlight was coming through the window pretty bright and I could see my living room and kitchen fairly good. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and I figured the sound came from sleep paralysis because not only do I sometimes see things but I also sometimes hear things. I went back to sleep. I again awoke in sleep paralysis but this time my chest was a bit heavier and my heart was pounding. The anxiety was a little more frightening and I didn’t immediately do my routine to get out of the sleep paralysis and mistakenly started looking around. That’s when I saw the hat man. My front door was wide open and white moon light shining in. At the door way the completely black figure with the distinct hat stood staring at me. I was in a state of panic and shock, I couldn’t tell if it was real or not because normally the environment doesn’t change and this time my front door was clearly open. I have a pistol I keep for self defense and it was on my nightstand. I did my routine, rolled my body and quickly grabbed my pistol. I sat up and pointed my pistol at my front door but it was closed and everything was normal. At this point my anxiety was high and I was nervous to fall back asleep because I haven’t had such bad sleep paralysis in a while but I laid back down, went on my phone for a bit and decided to go back to sleep. The way my duplex is set up my neighbor is on the bottom unit and I’m on the top so you have to go up some stairs to get to my front door. There is a small one car garage but it belongs to my downstairs neighbor and was used for storage so I parked my truck in front of it and the stairs to my front door was to the right of the garage and my truck. Now the dream is foggy but for some reason I dreamed that I woke up again, gotten scared and went outside to get in my truck and fell back asleep. I woke up again in sleep paralysis but this time I was in the passenger seat of my truck. Again I didn’t follow my routine, my head was foggy, confused, and nervous. I started looking around not being able to move and having my heart have this indescribable heavy pit of anxiety. I looked at my front door open with the hat man standing there looking inside my house. I was at this point, in such a state of panic I wanted to start crying, the type of crying when you make those disgusting audible sobs and gasp for air in between each sob, but because I couldn’t still being in sleep paralysis and not being able to move or make sound all I could do is watch this hat man in horror. It would get worse, while being a completely pitch black figure I could see the hat man move and turn his body around. He was now looking at me, my anxiety was at an all time high and at this point everything felt so real and looked so real that I believed it was real. I watched him slowly walk down the steps and make his way to my truck. He walked up to the window and I looked directly at his pitch black figure staring at me through the tinted window of my truck. And for the first time I saw a sleep paralysis “demon” with a color other than pitch black when the hat man grinned from ear to ear with pearly white teeth. His smile looked like Chester cat’s smile from Alice in Wonderland. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this level of fear at any other point in my life, panicked, I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to roll out of the sleep paralysis. I could vividly feel the cold leather of my car seat on my skin but when I finally rolled out of my sleep paralysis I was in my bed. Safe to say I didn’t go back to sleep. That was my worst and most frightening sleep paralysis experience and (knock on wood) I haven’t experienced anything nearly as scary since.
That was when I was about to turn 20, I’m now about to turn 23 and I have made significant improvements to my sleep which in turn has caused me to experience way less sleep paralysis. That time still haunts me. The worst part was how real it felt I legit thought I was in my car I couldn’t tell the difference between reality and dream, everything felt so real. Sleep paralysis is the worst and none of my friends and family experience it, so when I talk about it they don’t seem to grasp how scary it is for me. I have had demons squeeze my throat to where I couldn’t breathe while their pitch black face stares at me. I’ve had people stand in my room and all I could do is watch hoping they aren’t real feeling so vulnerable from not being able to move. I’ve tried screaming at my partner to help as I watched them sleep next to me not being able to get the scream out and feeling so trapped and anxious. It really does suck and I’m sorry for all the other folks who have to deal with it. Feel free to share your worst sleep paralysis stories I’m curious as to what other people have experienced.

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Hello on week 3 of Ozempic, week one was at 0.25 and now I'm at 0.50. I have lost almost 14 pounds already and my general desire to eat is almost at a zero. The question/concern I have is that I feel like a baseline of anxiety now, it's not overwhelming but I can definitely feel that it's there. Also my mouth is super dry all the time however I don't really have the desire to drink anything either. I'm 6' 4" 290 pound man and yesterday all I drank was a singular cup of coffee.

It's 5:59 and I'm going to close the gate to go home. A woman pulls up and gives me that Death Stare so I answer the phone and ask her how I can help her. She has a pickup for her dog and I tell her that we are technically closed but I will still help her this one time but advisor not to come at 5:59 or in the minute that we are closing because I was about to close the gate and she wouldn't have gotten help. I gather all the information and I go get the prescription and I tell her the price
Her: the price isn't right. The price is half that amount.
Me: ma'am it's for x number of tablets and I am using a good RX card.
Her: shows me her phone This one?
Me: nope.
Her: Can you run it on this one instead.
Me: Not tonight. We're closed.
Her: What?
Me: You'll have to bring it back tomorrow. We're not going to be doing any rebills tonight.
Her: Why not?
Me: We're closed. Bring it back tomorrow.
Her: You're rude! Why are you so rude?
Me: We're closed!
So. Yeah. Apparently wanting to close the store on time and go home on time makes me rude.

Humans were always interested in evil, hell, devil, everything that's backwards from good, by the time of history of humanity people have adapted into their religions, and they believe how many miscellaneous religions exist, however in reality, there's just 2, first one is a belief in god or good and the second one is belief in devil or evil.
By those 2 beliefs, it's extremely easy not just to manipulate with singular person, but also with whole world. It's something like a domino effect, you begin with one, and then there shall be a chain reaction that will also cause influence to others. That is something that is strongest in us humans, but that is something that is incomprehensible for us.
I was always interested in that, why do lot's of people want to form contact with devil. Why does that attract, intrigue and interest them, why are there many cults and groups that are desperately in all possible ways attempting to form a contact with an evil side, the king of most evil, the devil.
That is where my story begins, it begun from my curiosity on why do people want to form a contact with devil so much. I was a student, moreso the best one in my entire class, others considered me to be a very smart person, a person with an intelligence that is above average, but I've possessed my bad sides as well, no one is perfect. My adventure begins with my one friend that trustfully informed me how he knows someone who is a participant in a local cult or sect, curious me was slyly and carefully asking about that person and cult and successfully I've received those informations, I contacted that person and told him how I would also like to become a participant in his cult. The first thing that was told to me obviously was how becoming something like that isn't such an easy and straightforward thing, because they solely pick those who are tremendously competent to be an adequate fit for their cult, I was determined to become part of it so I accepted.
It was 13th November a hour before midnight, when I've received a message to arrive on one place in which there was nothing, I knew that road that I was traveling with in my car at that night, around me were only fields and trees. I was told that after 3 turns I should turn left and go for another about 100 meters, and then next to the biggest tree I must park and get out, and after that I must make exactly 66 steps from the left of that tree, on that place I shall receive my first test. And that is what I've done, I got out of my car and observed around but there was nothing, just a sound of a basic night, when I made 66 steps, I stumbled upon one old book that was simply just laying on the ground, the grass on that place was obviously cut just so that book was noticeable. On the peace of paper that was glued on it said how should I go back to my apartment and read the entire book exactly 3 times and how I should do everything that says in it. The name of the book was "The Devils Bible" It appeared very archaic with its thick covers and yellowish heavily congregated pages, it looked like a real replica of a 500 year old bible but with all kinds of satanic symbols drawn on its covers.
I arrived at my apartment and read the book exactly 3 times, for such thing I required 3 days, but my determination was still strong, all kinds of stuff were written on it, about the creation of devil and the techniques he uses to spew evilness on this world, how to truly summon the devil, how to truly submit a victim to evil, how to sell soul, and many other miscellaneous infos about such diabolical stuff. I've remembered almost every word and read every page. However I was very skeptical about this book because the historical misinformations were ubiquitous in this book but, what I wanted I received it.
After exactly 6 days I received another textual message with an address, the address led me to an abandoned factory that was located in the edge of the city. 10 years ago that factory burned down and no one goes there anymore, apparently it's haunted and many suicides occurred there, that is why it carries a frightening history and goes by the name "Factory of Death". When I arrived in front of the factory I saw that light in one part is on, I came into a conclusion that someone was genuinely in there, before I went into it, the doors opened, and one man came out. To my surprise, that man had a very nice and elegant suit, he asked for a card that I had on the center of my book that I received, I gave it to him, and then he told me to follow him, and then I came into that room. The thing I saw there seriously left me frightened, about 20 people with black robes and hoods that covered their heads sat in a circle that on the center had a big bowl with fire, and on top was a giant cross that was turned backwards, on the walls a lot of satanic symbols were drawn.

This doesn’t directly mention Drake but diddy, Khaled and Rick Ross are mentioned among others. I’m not sure if any of you are familiar with this interview/interrogation but it’s a very interesting listen if you’ve been keeping up with everything so far.
This guy was arrested for shooting up the lobby of the Trump Doral Hotel in Florida back in 2018 and this is his subsequent interrogation. He claimed he was a stripper or something and was hired by diddy and Cassie to take part in freak offs. This man definitely seems unhinged (obviously) BUT this was in 2018 and he basically describes everything diddy eventually gets accused of so at least some of his info was correct. I think you have to kind of decode through the craziness to maybe get a glimmer of truth or fact.
Sorry guys I know this one wades into illumanati q territory but his specific claims about diddy and the hip hop industry is what caught my attention.
This is the best video I could find of the interrogation:
https://youtu.be/hGrm0zIg8IE?si=wpFMlO8ealarGqbl

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I think Isaac still tries to sleep. I don’t know why. Surely he’s realized it’s impossible by now.
No one sleeps anymore. We grow weary at times, though it takes much longer than it should. People comfortably go days without sleep. Weeks, if necessary. However, sooner or later fatigue will catch up to you. Most people just white knuckle it and keep going about their business. Because sleep simply will not come. The fatigue will pass, for the most part. But not because of sleep. It just sort of fades into the background
I once knew a man that was determined to sleep. He swore he wouldn’t get up until he’d had a good nights rest. He found a reasonably comfy spot, and stayed there for what must have been months. I will admit, I briefly entertained the notion that he might have succeeded. Until I heard him weeping softly, one night.
Isaac knows all of this, which is why it confuses me so when he does this. He sits there by the camp fire, eyes closed, head bowed, hunched over. Honestly, he almost looks like he’s asleep.
If this is how he chooses to deal with our lot in life then I suppose it’s his choice but it does perplex me to no end.
I’ll never try to sleep again. Never. Not just because I know it won’t work. Because truth be told, I’m afraid if I close my eyes I won’t want to open them again. Once I’ve closed my eyes, I think perhaps that would be the first step towards truly giving up.
So instead, I sit awake. Watching the rest of the group come and go, watching the fire, watching the sky. But most of all, I watch Isaac.
I won’t mince words. I watch Isaac because he is beautiful. In every way one could imagine.
He looks out for everyone here. Even those stronger than him. I don’t know how to explain it, but he has a quiet confidence that gives hope to everyone around him. He believes in himself, and he believes in each and everyone of us. I truly don’t think we would have made it this far if that wasn’t so.
I think perhaps under normal circumstances, I would fall for Isaac. However it’s hard to think of romance under our current circumstances. Early on, I told myself i would mention these possible feelings to him, once we returned to the things went back to normal. But then, who’s to say they ever will? Who’s to say normal even exists? The first time night lasted longer than a day, everyone thought the world was ending. But then the sun came back out, and we all thought life was back to normal. Then the sun didn’t set. For 7 days straight. When it did set, people said it would never rise again. Yet it did. Eventually.
I don’t even remember how long ago that was now. Maybe months. Maybe years. It’s been hard to keep track of the. But the sun still rises, and set. It just takes longer to do both. Never the same amount of time. But usually a month or more.
Some say time itself is breaking down. Stretching, and contracting, moving back and forth. It sounds like nonsense. Then again the idea of the sun not rising or setting when it should, also sounds like nonsense.
The hopeful ones around camp say there’s a way to reverse all of this, and set things back to normal. They say it’s a magic spell that’s caused this, and that if the spell is broken, life will be as it was.
Isaac says it’s true. He heard it from one of the other travelers. And they heard it from some other stranger. Sounds far fetched to me but what else is there to cling to? Isaac says we have to hold onto stories like that. Sometimes I can see in his eyes that he doesn’t believe it himself even when he tells others to believe. That’s what I mean when I say that Isaac is beautiful.
He strives to give be hope to others when he has none. Somehow he succeeds. People believe him. They feel he’s right. They know he’s right. Isaac continually achieves the miracle of pouring from an empty cup.
Maybe that’s why he tries so hard to sleep. Must take a lot of energy to be leaned on like that. He probably feels more tired than any of us.
You wouldn’t know it to look at him most of the time. He carries himself with a calm, quiet grace. He’s soothing to be around. Everyone says so. No matter how bad things get, Isaac always believes we’ll be okay, and when one talks to him, one tends to feel the same way.
Mind you, he’s not what you’d call optimistic. He doesn’t smile much. In fact he frequently looks a bit sad. He is not blind to how dire our situation is. He doesn’t try to lie to anyone, and convince them that things are good. They aren’t. Things are truly miserable. But they won’t always be. Isaac knows that. So we know that. And that’s why we need him. I wish I was the kind of person Isaac could needed.
The only 2 people Isaac ever seems to need are David and Edward. The 3 of them are practically inseparable. They’re our own holy trinity.
It’s easy to see why everyone looks to them. And easy to see why they get along so well. They all have the same utter unwillingness to quit, but they also each have their own strength that compliments one another
Isaac of course, is very gentle, and soft. People can talk to him. Cry to him, even.
David is fearless, and I mean that in the most literal way possible. He’s a small fellow, hardly looks like much of a fighter. Yet there’s not a damn thing in the world that scares David. I’ve never seen him flinch at anything. Never.
Edward is unshakably optimistic. To a fault, I’d argue. His constantly cheerful demeanor never falters, even in the worst of times. That may sound pleasant but can come across as quite uncanny at times. One might even call it unnerving. Regardless of what I think of Edward though, is Isaac is so fond of him I suppose he can’t be all bad.
On a battlefields they’re truly a force to be reckoned with. Between David and Isaac’s swords, and Edwards’s axe, they can make short work of even the larger foes. Even the Wrath demon which can’t be killed by human weapons. The three of them together can beat a Wrath demon senseless, cut its limbs off. A demon can’t maul a person to death very well without arms after all.
One time, I even saw Isaac keep a wrath demon at bay all in his own. Even tho it roared over him, at least twice his height and weight, the thing simply couldn’t get its claws on him. He covered the thing in cuts, all over its body. The way he whips that great sword of his around, you’d think he weighed little more than a dagger. Each time the demon tried to grab him, he would reward it with a fresh wound on its hand or arm. The thing was covered in its own blood by the end of the fight. The beast could have crushed Isaac in it’s bare hands if it got close enough, yet he scared it off. The thing actually ran from him. There isn’t much the wrath demons run from, but they run from Isaac when he fights for us. Of course I would have helped Isaac in the fight that day but my arm was broken at the time.
Anyway. Isaac is a hell of a man, and we’re lucky to have him around. Especially once the sun sets again. Night demons will be crawling all over the place once it’s dark. The fire will keep them at bay to some extent, but if we’re forced to fight, there’s no one I’d rather be lead by than Isaac.
That being said, I still worry about him. If he chases sleep long enough, I fear madness will take him to, eventually. Once it takes him, the whole group is next.

Me and a few of my friends decided to meet up the other day and after a few drinks started talking about weird things that happened to us during our high school years. One of them brought up the time I “technically” died and it got me thinking about it, so I decided write down what happened and share it with you guys.
I believe it was my junior year that it happened, the exact day is still kinda fuzzy to me. I played football since I was in 4th grade and it was a no brainer that I would do it in high school. I wasn’t any Tom Brady but I’ll say I was a pretty good center. I remember it was a night game cause the stadium lights were on and our running backs were complaining that they couldn’t see the ball because of the glare from them.
You know that feeling you get when you did something you weren’t supposed to do? Like when you lie to your parents or break something and try to hide it? That’s what I felt like the entire day before the game. Something felt wrong. Even minutes before the game while the usual R&B music played in the stadium speakers, it still felt wrong. I would know why a little later.
It was near the end of the 4th quarter, the play was called in the huddle, we lined up, ball snapped and…nothing. Everything was dark, I could hear talking and some screaming but eventually it faded out. I felt like I couldn’t move, kinda like how sleep paralysis works.
Eventually the darkness I saw slowly disappeared and my body started to escape its paralyzed state. When I could fully see again I noticed I wasn’t on the field anymore. In fact I had no idea where I was or how I had gotten there. My brain was racing, trying to figure out what happened. I eventually settled on the obvious answer. I was hit too hard, got a concussion and passed, then was rushed to the hospital.
That’s what I thought, I was just in a hospital. But even then it didn’t make sense, the room I was in was too dark. There was no medical equipment or even a bed in there with me. I was just laying on the floor. The only thing that pointed towards a hospital was my clothes were replaced with what seemed like a gown.
Soon my brain started to conceptualize a new answer. It’s funny how the human brain will do everything in its power to make you feel as if all that’s happening has an explanation for it. While my brain was working on that, my body decided it was time to start seeing where I was. I slowly got up off the floor and headed towards what seemed like an exit.
As I walked I took notice of everything around me. The walls of the room seemed to be covered in a strange ash like substance. They also had a heated feel to them, not burning but still hot enough that if held long enough it was leave a mark. The floor seemed to be the same material as the wall, also coated in that ashy layer.
The room soon began to turn into a hall, it never seemed to end. I’m pretty sure I walked for hours on end down it, my gown was covered in ash and scuffs soon enough. I started to see what looked like light as I neared the end, and a sound started to fill my ears as I got closer.
Crackling. Like the sound fire makes as it gets to hot. My brain started to put pieces together, it explained why the walls and floor were hot. What my brain couldn’t wrap around was what I stared at as I exited the hall.
Hell. That’s what I would describe it as and where I believed I was. The sky, if you could call it that, was nothing but smoke and slight rays of orange peaking through. Mountains higher than any I have ever seen painted the back drop of this nightmarish picture. Creatures of unexplainable nature covered the ground and sky, they all looked like they were in pain. Then I heard the screams.
I had been captivated by the almost endless horror I saw that I never heard the screaming. There were billions and billions of people here with me. They all were screaming or crying, each being tortured in a different way. Some burned, some gored, some twisted into shapes Iv never seen. I just watched in horror at the scene before me.
It wasn’t long before I felt something clawing at me, I yelped in pain as I turned my head to see something scratching at my leg. It was like a snake had grown legs, but the skin of it never grew around his new found limbs. I kicked it away before someone grabbed my arm. My eyes worked up the exposed muscles of the arm, soon meeting the eyes of its owner.
He was almost beautiful, a black eyed man with bronze like skin. He held my arm, almost to tell me not the fight it. His body was covered in ashes and what looked like whip marks. He spoke but I couldn’t understand him. I wasn’t sure what language it was or if it even was a language. He pulled my arm and begrudgingly I followed, the snake still scratching at my legs.
He took me down a long stair way, making sure I could see every kind of torture being applied to the people around me. Boiling, grinding, crushing, gouging. It made me sick but I could puke, it was like my ability to was taken away. We continued to walk, we crossed herds of creatures as they seemed to eat and mutilate multiple people. I watched as they ripped them open and ate, yet the people never died. They just laid there and accepted they new life.
My brain couldn’t wrap around what was happening anymore. It started to just say I was dreaming, it was all a dream and I was still concussed. But it all felt to real. The heat, the scratching, the man’s hand gripping my arm. I could feel it all.
It felt like days had gone by since I woke up in that room. As we walked past the mountains I saw earlier I noticed they were made entirely of bones. Some human, some not. I stared up to the sky as I watched winged creatures fly through the smoke clouds, occasionally they blocked out the orange rays as they circled overhead.
We walked more and more, the snake had stopped scratching but only cause it had reached the bone of my legs. I felt it all but couldn’t yell or cry from the pain of it. I just watched at the muscles and nerves of my calfs moved with each step I made. The man suddenly stopped, he turned to look at me and pointed towards a pit.
We walked towards and as I looked down I finally could few something in me drop. At the bottom was thousands of people. They were pushed together in the tight hole, some crawling on top of others trying to get free. I watched in horror as the man pointed towards holes lining the walls of the pit. Thick, hot, red liquid pumped out of the holes, it covered the people and filled the pit. I watched as some swam to the top and cried, other being pushed down deeper into the liquid. Eventually the pit drained and the people went back to fighting and screaming.
I slowly moved away from the pit side as the man looked at me. He spoke again and pointed at the pit. I didn’t understand him but I knew what he wanted. “Get in” That’s what it was. This was to be my new home. I just started to pull at my arm, trying to get free. He pulled me closer and I started to pull more. He stared at me and let go. I don’t know why but he just let go and stared at me, speaking.
I ran. I ran as fast as I could from him and the pit. I ran for what felt like days, maybe weeks even. Each time I looked back it seemed I had only moved a foot away. I just cried and ran, no other thoughts were in my head besides the fact I had to get away. I stopped looking back and just closed my eyes. I could feel thousands of those creatures chasing after me, I could feel they breath and heat running down my neck. I heard they horrid growls and the sound of crackling filling my ears. I just screamed and cried until.
“AHHHHH!” I screamed as I sat up from a gurney, my body drenched in sweat. The two responders that were with me jumped back and quickly told me to lay down. I tried to fight back but they told me to calm down and relax. My eyes darted around and looked where I as. I was in an ambulance. I slowly laid back and let them check me, one of them told me what happened.
When I snapped the ball a defender had hit me and knocked me to the ground. My heart had stopped. They were called and saw my coach doing CPR on me. They got me in the ambulance and continued compressions. My heart had stopped for almost 9 minutes and they were ready to declare me dead until my heart started to beat again and I came to. I just laid they and started to cry.
The doctors could easily explain why my heart stopped. They had thousands of reasons why. But they never could explain the scars on my legs that appeared after I came too. It also wasn’t until recently they noticed the significant amount of damage to my lungs, like I had being breathing in smoke for years.
I would regularly visit the doctors to have my heart checked and besides the scars, everything I was told about what happened made sense but what didn’t make sense was what I saw when my heart was stopped.
I was in that hellish place for what felt like months. Everything I felt was real, sometimes I still feel my legs bleeding and look down just to stare at those scars, almost like a reminder that maybe it wasn’t my imagination. I told people what I saw and they all say it was my mind making a place holder or working to stay alive while my heart was stopped. I took that idea and ran with it for a long time but still. Sometimes when I’m alone and everything is silent, I feel like I’m still there.
The screams of those people, the growls of those beast, the smell of that smoke, and the crackling of that fire. It’s all still there, tormenting me. Like they all crying for me to return. Like they saying that even though I escaped I must come back, that that’s where I belong now.
I see those people in that pit and ever so often I’ll here those retched words. I might not understand them but I know what they are. They push past the sound of fire and screams, calmly saying to me…
Get in