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2024.05.19 00:59 GoAheadMMDay UPDATE 3: Torment Techniques Used by Canadian and US Militaries

UPDATE 3: Torment Techniques Used by Canadian and US Militaries
Update #3 appears at the bottom.
Due to numerous disparaging comments by multiple individuals, I have reposted my article.
Heckling does not change what occurred. People need to know these truths, especially those who have experienced the same. They need to know they are sane, that such things are indeed being perpetrated, and the perpetrators use shame to silence them and protect their activities.
I write to encourage them not to listen to disparaging people who speak without knowledge.
February 10, 2024
I am Joseph Cafariello, a Canadian citizen and ex-member of the Canadian military. Of sound mind, not on medication, not a drug user, not a marijuana smoker, not an alcohol drinker, with no mental disorders.
I recently posted to this Liberty subreddit experiences of harassment by the Vancouver police and fire departments (Vancouver, BC, Canada). I’m the fellow who was repeatedly ordered by police to stay out of Vancouver’s Stanley Park, and was continually harassed whenever I visited the park (which I do every second day on my early morning walks).
I'm happy to say their following me reduced to almost nothing immediately upon posting those experiences here, and people no longer exit their cars to stand on the path as I walk by (which I described in that post). They were either informed of my post or found it themselves, seeing as my internet activity, and phone activity for that matter, are under continuous surveillance (plenty of proof which I will not include here to avoid running off-topic).
In this post, I would like to shed some light on other harassment which is still ongoing, since it occurs in private, away from potential observers. It involves the Canadian and US militaries.
Havana Syndrome
In 2016, numerous employees of the Canadian and US embassies in Havana, Cuba, started experiencing head injuries ranging from mild headaches to concussions. It happened in their sleep, and came to be called Havana Syndrome.
Wikipedia explains (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Havana\_syndrome):
“Havana syndrome is a cluster of idiopathic symptoms experienced mostly abroad by U.S. government officials and military personnel. The symptoms range in severity from pain and ringing in the ears to cognitive dysfunction and were first reported in 2016 by U.S. and Canadian embassy staff in Havana, Cuba. Beginning in 2017, more people, including U.S. intelligence and military personnel and their families, reported having these symptoms in other places, such as China, India, Europe, and Washington, D.C. The U.S. Department of State, Department of Defense, and other federal entities have called the events "Anomalous Health Incidents" (AHI). Of over a thousand purported cases, the majority of US investigative bodies found only a few dozen cases to be suspicious.”
Ladies and gentlemen, I can tell you exactly what happens, because I have been experiencing this since I first joined the Canadian military back in 2002, and am still experiencing these “torments” (as I call them) to this day, already 3 years after leaving the military.
I go to bed. In about 15 minutes, just as I am on the cusp of falling asleep, a hear and feel a heavy thud reverberate and ultimately strike my skull. My body releases a sharp burst of adrenalin, my heart starts racing, and my blood’s circulation speeds up significantly. Depending on the severity of the blow, it can take me anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour to fall asleep again. Though there have been times I could not return to sleep for more than 2 hours.
A strong headache is felt immediately, and lasts for hours. There have been times when my heart felt like it was going to burst, having been startled as such.
The pulse to the head sometimes reverberates through the wall and my bed’s headboard. I distinctly feel as though I have been hit on the top of my skull. At other times, it feels as though the pulse has come through the air, striking the side of my skull.
This is not a sleep disorder, for it does not occur regularly. At times, my sleep is disturbed in this manner 3 or 4 days in a row. At other times, there is no disturbance for up to a week. But they never let me go more than a week without such interruptions to my sleep.
Neither is it sleep apnea, as I do not awaken gasping for breath. The pounding headaches, sudden release of adrenaline, and heart palpitations I experience are caused by external impacts of sound waves or air bursts.
Sonic Weapons
How these pulses are produced is not easy to identify. As Wikipedia explains:
“Once the story became public, various U.S. government representatives attributed the incidents to attacks by unidentified foreign actors, and various U.S. officials blamed the reported symptoms on a variety of unidentified and unknown technologies, including ultrasound and microwave weapons.”
Sonic weapons have been in use for many years by militaries, and by police in crowd control. As Wikipedia explains (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonic\_weapon):
“Some sonic weapons make a focused beam of sound or of ultrasound; others produce an area field of sound. As of 2023 military and police forces make some limited use of sonic weapons.”
(Do not believe the 2023 timeline. The Canadian military has been using these weapons since the early 2000’s at the latest.)
Wikipedia continues:
“Extremely high-power sound waves can disrupt or destroy the eardrums of a target and cause severe pain or disorientation. This is usually sufficient to incapacitate a person. Less powerful sound waves can cause humans to experience nausea or discomfort.”
The users of these technologies must also be using thermal detection equipment to monitor the target’s sleep. As I mentioned, I most often feel these blows the moment I am falling asleep. Body temperature drops when we sleep, and brain activity slows. Heat-detection equipment is likely being used to identify the point at which the target is falling asleep.
Why they prefer to strike at the start of someone’s sleep as opposed to the middle of their sleep, I do not know. Perhaps their intent is to deprive the body of early sleep, limiting the amount of deep sleep available to the person before their alarm rings in the morning.
Ordinary Hammers
Not all such “torments” (as I call them) are caused by high-tech equipment. I have heard and felt distinct hammer strikes running along the 2x4 beams inside my walls. These strikes can be a single hard strike, or several strikes in a row. It is definitely caused by a person with a hammer because the intervals between strikes are equidistant in time; that is, the time spacing between strikes is not random and does not change from strike to strike, but is constant between strikes, exactly as when someone is hammering. And no, it is not someone hanging pictures at 1:30 am, multiple times a week, for years.
On one occasion, when I was standing at my kitchen sink, I felt the floor-board directly under my feet pulse so sharply it felt like a brick had struck the soles of my feet. In this case, my military neighbour likely used a hammer to strike the floorboard on his side of the wall. It is the only plausible explanation.
Surveillance
This leads to surveillance of one’s activities at home. I have plenty of proofs of that. They seem insignificant on an individual basis. But when you put them all together, they present a clear picture of home surveillance.
My laptop computer’s lid cracked one night, at the bottom left corner of the screen. The next day at work, I heard my military supervisor relate to another co-worker that the night before, his laptop computer’s lid cracked at the bottom left corner. I swear to the Lord in Heaven, I am being truthful.
I tested my suspicion of being surveilled. At home one night, I blurted out-loud, “VW Passat. What an ugly sounding word, ‘Passat’”, I said. A few days later, my military colleagues at work started playing a card game at lunch, invented by one of them. The name he gave his game was “Passat”, and when he spoke it, he looked at me for a reaction. If you ever contact the Halifax military base, ask for the Claims Department and ask them if they are still playing Passat.
On another occasion, at a time when I frequented the gym every second day for a few years, I suspected my van had been fitted with a listening device. I suspected so because a number of things I had spoken with people about on my phone while in my van (nothing illegal) were repeated by people at the gym in conversations among themselves. Too many times, parts of other people's conversations matched parts of conversations I had had with others while I was in my van.
I already knew my phone was being tapped, but I also suspected my van was bugged. So one evening while driving in my van, I blurted out-loud a number of things I said I hated. "I hate (this or that)"; "I hate it when...". One of them was, "I hate when people chew gum with their mouths open." I then vocalized an exaggerated gnawing sound, "Gnaw. Gnaw. Gnaw."
The very next time I went to the gym, 2 days later, while I was at an exercise, a fellow sat at an exercise directly behind me. And sure enough, he started chewing with his mouth open, vocalizing that gnawing sound, "Gnaw. Gnaw. Gnaw." I didn't look behind at him, because I knew what was going on, and I wanted to avoid playing into his hand. So he repeated himself again and again until I was done and moved to a different station. Now, honestly, who chews gum at the gym? You can't. Or you run the risk of choking for the heavy breathing, not to mention when laying down on benches. And with precisely the same exaggerated vocalized gnawing sound I had made in my van just 2 days prior.
Their whole intent is to let you know you are being surveilled. They want you to know, as both a warning and a provocation. They want you to say something, to launch accusations, which they would readily deny, making you look paranoid. If you react too strongly, they could even have you diagnosed with some kind of disorder, and put you on medication, which further plays into their hand. (More regarding medications in the last section of this post.)
This is why, as I mentioned in my previous post, they would park their cars shining their high beams on me as I walked past them during my morning walk. And why on some occasions, a group of 3 or 4 would exit their cars and stand on my path just as I approached, forcing me to go around them. They would then remain standing on the path until my return trip through, and after I had passed by the second time, then would then return to their cars - making it absolutely clear I was their interest.
Their intent is not only to make me aware, but also to present themselves in close proximity to me, within easy reach, in the hope I would confront them, resulting in an altercation that could land me in a lot of hot water - 4 witnesses against me, all pleading innocence.
Again, it is all designed to make you look bad, and to warrant some kind of legal measure against you - preferably a medical diagnosis, discrediting you in everything you say about them. If they can't refute your claims, their only remaining option is to discredit you. That's what all of these tricks are designed to accomplish. Who would believe anything you say, once you have been diagnosed with a disorder?
There are plenty more examples. But who would really believe them? I’ll save them for the future.
Home Invasion
Both during and after my military service, I have had my apartments entered without any signs of break-ins. How? Lock-picking and duplicate keys. Indications? Missing objects; ie: money, phone adaptor, etc. Nothing major. Just something to make us understand we are being watched, and to make us understand what they can do.
But it is always something small, something for which you would be ridiculed for divulging.
Two more examples: I found my razor, which I always lay-down razor-end to the wall, turned around, razor-end toward me. Also, in one of my house slippers I found a small shoe sticker on the up-side of the heel. I had those slipper for years, and never had any shoe stickers on them. Yet there it was, clearly visible on the top surface of my slipper, not the bottom. Could I have stepped on a shoe sticker when barefoot in my apartment, only to have the sticker transfer itself to my slipper when I wore it? How many shoe stickers do you have laying around your apartment that you can accidentally step onto?
If I had stepped onto a sticker in my apartment and had it stick to my heel, that means the sticky side was up against my skin. This means the sticker would have had to flip upside down such that the sticky side would then be down, allowing the sticker to stick to the slipper. Do you really think that happened? That sticker was not there when I left my apartment, but it was there when I returned. And it was the wrong sticker, wrong brand, wrong size.
Again, what is their intent? To make someone look ridiculous so no one will believe them should they speak of other more sensitive things.
Staged Incidents
The above incidents clearly point to coordinated and staged events (at my work, my home, on my walks, etc). This is so frequently met with incredulity. "But that would require coordination on the part of so many people," the public dismisses. "They wouldn't do that."
Oh yes they would, and they have, as explained in https://fightgangstalking.com/. Note the documented cases involving the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS, Canada's equivalent to the US' CIA) and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP, Canada's national police force) in the second quote, which were reported in national newspapers.
From https://fightgangstalking.com/:
“Disruption operations often involve tactics which are illegal, but difficult to prove. These tactics include – but are not limited to – overt surveillance (stalking), slander, blacklisting, “mobbing” (intense, organized harassment in the workplace), “black bag jobs” [home invasions], abusive phone calls, computer hacking, framing, threats, blackmail, vandalism, “street theater” (staged physical and verbal interactions with minions of the people who orchestrate the stalking), harassment by noises, and other forms of bullying. Many of these tactics were used by the FBI during its illegal COINTELPRO operations, as documented by stolen official documents and subsequent Congressional investigations.
"Although the general public is mostly unfamiliar with the practice, references to “disruption” operations – described as such – do occasionally appear in the news media, even though that fact would apparently be news to the editors of The New York Times. In May 2006, for example, an article in The Globe and Mail, a Canadian national newspaper, reported that the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS) and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) used “Diffuse and Disrupt” tactics against suspects for whom they lacked sufficient evidence to prosecute. A criminal defense attorney stated that many of her clients complained of harassment by authorities, although they were never arrested."
She can add me to that list too.
For the Benefit of Others
The experiences I have recounted here seem so trivial, so insignificant, they make you look ridiculous if you talk about them. But if we don’t talk about such things, no one will ever know about them. Other people have experienced the same, and are forced to endure such torments in silence. They need encouragement to talk about their own experiences, and so I write about mine in the hope they will talk about theirs, even if I do look ridiculous. The perpetrators are more ridiculous for doing them.
I remember a military colleague being hauled away by military police one morning, as she was struggling and having a violent fit. A fellow on her floor told me she was throwing chairs at her walls screaming, “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”. When he mentioned that, I knew exactly what they had done to her. She was considered unruly, and was being watched intently. They wanted her out, and that is how they accomplished it. Through wall tapping and sleep deprivation, they push you to the breaking point. And when you finally lose control and do something rash, they pounce on you, and you’re out. Now she has a criminal record, considered a criminal when in reality she was a victim. Welcome to the Canadian military, and other militaries besides, I am sure.
There are dozens upon dozens of experiences I could present. But who will really read them? Worse still, who will really believe them? I overheard my military supervisor in Halifax whisper to another, “Do you think he knows?”, after I had mentioned one of the many “coincidences” I experienced, but with a tone of my being aware it was not a mere coincidence. As I turned my face to my computer screen, I whispered under my breath, but still loud enough for him to hear, “Yes, (rank) (name), I know.” A few minutes later, as he walked past my desk, he leaned in by my ear and whispered, “We’re just trying to help you.” I should have pressed him for answers right then and there, but you just don’t know how much trouble you can get into when making such accusations in the military. So I let it go. But I will never forget.
Should anyone reading this ever decide to launch some kind of inquiry, I can mention names of over 100 people to contact, including military personnel, family members, neighbours, building managers, and others who have been contacted by military personnel with false narratives about me. They flash their ID’s and other credentials, and people believe anything they say. They turn family, friends, co-workers and neighbours against you, even recruiting their participation. Your acquaintances not only participate, but actually feel justified and emboldened playing tricks on you. It isn't their fault, though; they have been misled. I would reference them solely for corroboration.
As a final thought, here are explanations of two military programs in which certain persons (sometimes military, sometimes civilian) are kept under constant surveillance, and are in some cases subjected to conditioning in an attempt to turn them into what is called a “sleeper agent”. Almost all of the tactics presented below have been experience by me, including constant surveillance (ie: my previous post here regarding being harassed on my morning walks) and sleep deprivation (as per the top portion of this post, which other military members in Cuba and elsewhere around the world have also experienced).
Pentagon’s Signature Reduction Program
See Newsweek’s article: https://www.newsweek.com/exclusive-inside-militarys-secret-undercover-army-1591881
Some excerpts from that Newsweek article, plus more background information on the Pentagon’s Signature Reduction Program, can be found here: https://fightgangstalking.com/
“The largest undercover force the world has ever known is the one created by the Pentagon over the past decade. Some 60,000 people now belong to this secret army, many working under masked identities and in low profile, all part of a broad program called “signature reduction.” The force, more than ten times the size of the clandestine elements of the CIA, carries out domestic and foreign assignments, both in military uniforms and under civilian cover, in real life and online, sometimes hiding in private businesses and consultancies, some of them household name companies.
“…a little-known sector of the American military, but also a completely unregulated practice. No one knows the program’s total size, and the explosion of signature reduction has never been examined for its impact on military policies and culture. Congress has never held a hearing on the subject. And yet the military developing this gigantic clandestine force challenges U.S. laws, the Geneva Conventions, the code of military conduct and basic accountability.
“…The signature reduction effort engages some 130 private companies to administer the new clandestine world. Dozens of little known and secret government organizations support the program, doling out classified contracts and overseeing publicly unacknowledged operations.
"Federal spy agencies are using Americans to spy on their fellow citizens – the same approach to governance famously employed by communist East Germany."
How to Develop a Hypnotic Sleeper Agent
By Dantalion Jones / Masters of Mind Control
The following “was” on the web, but has been removed. Surprise, surprise. But I saved its web files to my computer years ago, knowing that sooner or later it would be removed. I made a jpeg image of the web page as it once appeared, attached here.
Note that I have experienced almost all of the tactics described below, including the stalking I mentioned in my previous post here (regular walks in the park), the sleep deprivation noted at the top of this post, and the surveillance and intrusions described here as well.
Quoting the now-removed webpage: “How to Develop a Hypnotic Sleeper Agent” (from here to end of post):
Amid all the conspiracy theories one of the most feared is that there exist "sleeper agents" in our society who are programmed to come into service when they are triggered by a phone call or key word.
These alleged sleeper agents don't even know they are programmed to become saboteurs, soldiers, suicide bomber, etc because of the thoroughness of their programming. They are the feared "Manchurian Candidate" that the movies portray.
The question is "Are they real?"
If they are true sleeper agents there is no way of telling until they are activated. One can however theorize exactly how they are made.
Indoctrination
Using indoctrination a person can be made to embrace a religious or philosophical belief that would make becoming a sleeper agent possible.
This would be a person so committed to an ideal they would be willing to wait patiently as a member of society until they are called into action. These people would know their mission and consciously hold it secret while interacting with the rest of society.
Conditioning
Conditioning is a repetitive process where the desired responses are enforced and rewarded and unwanted responses are punished. This can be done consciously as part of training drill and it can be done subconsciously using hypnosis or drugs to create amnesia.
Hypnosis
It has been demonstrated that hypnosis can create "amnesia walls" in which the subject has no conscious memory of what happened in the hypnosis session. It has further been demonstrated that hypnosis can give post hypnotic instruction to be carried out automatically in the waking state without the subject knowing it or questioning the behavior.
What follows is conjecture and theory based on testimonials of people who were alleged to be sleeper agents and soldiers.
Continuous Supervisions
Continuous supervision doesn't mean that the subject is cut off completely from society. It means that they are constantly overseen and every aspect of their lives are managed (without their knowledge or consent) to support their hypnotic programming.
This would include:
• Repeated reinforcement of all hypnotic conditioning.
• Handlers. Handlers are people who help maintain the subjects environment to maintain all the programming. They can play the role of family, friends, lovers, psychologists, coaches or any roll the subject perceives as supportive. The truth is the handlers are their to support the successful fulfillment of the programming and not the subject as a person.
• Minimal sleep so that the mind/brain does not process all the sleeper conditioning during sleep.
• Creating constant environmental challenges like unemployment or poverty. This gives the subject something other than their programming to focus on.
• Frequent hospitalization. This gives overt opportunity to sedate the subject for conditioning. If the subject has a history of hospitalizations for mental disturbances all the better. No one will take them seriously.
Joseph Cafariello
PS... Today is the second day after this post (February 12, 2024). A garbage truck just slammed into my parked car.
PPS... I finish writing this post because I am satisfied with its shape and content; not because of what happened to my car.
It is similar to when you are reaching for your coat, and someone tells you, "Take your coat." Since you have to take your coat, your brain tells you it's ok to obey them, and you comply. They just created an instance where they led you, and you followed them. And your brain accepted it.
It's a technique the military uses all the time. It trains you to accept instructions from that person or group. Done enough times, you become comfortable obeying them.
I just say, "I take my coat because I choose to, not because you tell me to." It's important to make that clear, to block the conditioning and affirm our self-governance; not just to them, but to ourselves as well. Now our brain realizes we took our coat by our own choice; we are still in command.
So too, I say regarding today's event. "Thanks for the warning, but I had already finished writing my post. I finished by my own choosing."
UPDATES: February 26 & March 07, 2024:
My apartment was once again entered while I was out. Either a key was used or the lock was picked. This may or may not have included assistance from building staff. Home invasions are included in the list of their techniques noted above, referred to as "black bag jobs".
All tenants on my floor received new fridges a couple of weeks ago. I removed the tape securing the bins inside my new fridge, and also removed all styrofoam pads from the corners of the glass shelves when I repositioned them.
The person(s) who have been invading my living space on a regular basis have struck again. As you can see in the photo below, the styrofoam pads on the corners of my fridge's shelves were restored when I was out of my apartment. I had removed all pads when I repositioned the shelves. Yet now they are back.
It is a tactic used to undermine our observational awareness in an attempt to make us second-guess and doubt ourselves. The aim is to cause people to feel less sure not only of the things we have done, but also feel less sure of the things others have done. They want us to question the accuracy of our observations and memory.
The idea is to train you to dismiss any anomalies you may observe as being your own misperception of things. Once they convince you not to trust your own judgement, they are free to do whatever they want to you, and you will simply accept it without questioning.
UPDATE: May 18, 2024:
Confrontations keep occurring with individuals, at times potentially violent. Following are just 3 such encounters as of late.
1 - Kick-boxer in the park:
As I parked my car in one of the parking lots in Vancouver's Stanley Park one night, another vehicle drove up behind me and parks several spots away. A tall man exited that vehicle, and walked hastily along the path I always walk, down some steps to the water's sea wall path. I took my time and followed my usual walk, also down the steps down to the sea wall. The man knew my routine, and was in a hurry to get ahead of me.
As I walk along the sea wall, I see the same man sitting on a bench, playing a loud Persian-sounding religious sermon on some device I did not clearly see. As I walked past him, he called out to me to stop and chat. I ignored him and continued walking past him. He rose and started walking behind me.
I opened my umbrella, turned, and walked past him the other way, returning to the stairs back to the parking lot. He also turned and continued following me. I started running. He also started running. I ran up the steps, as did he.
Being taller than I am, his legs are longer than mine, and he quickly caught up to me on a grassy patch at the top of the steps. I turned to him and asked, "Why are you following me?" He did not reply, but stood profile to me, the same stance a kick-boxer uses when ready to kick someone. He was tall, thin, and in excellent physical shape as you would see in a kick-boxer.
He did not speak at all, but was just waiting for me to make a move. I turned, entered my vehicle and left. The encounter continued with a chase through the park in our cars. Yes, that is correct. He chased me out of the park in his car.
2 - Told to keep quiet:
The perpetrators need to operate with as little detection as possible, and they repeatedly warn their subjects to keep their mouths shut about their experiences.
On another of my recent nightly walks through Stanley Park, a man stood on the sidewalk ahead of me about 50 meters away, looked at me, and shouted into the sky at nobody, giving the appearance of being a homeless person shouting for no reason. He then started walking in my direction. I continued walking straight. As he passed me, he leans into my face and shouts into my ear, "Shut the f_ck up!" I continued walking in my direction, and he resumed walking in his.
The idea is to make it seem as though he is just a deranged man wandering the streets at night, shouting at nothing, so that when he shouts at me, any observer would simply dismiss his actions. But in reality, he was sent to send me a message to stop publishing posts like this, which I had done many times on many sites, and continue to. The truth must be known.
3 - You'll be sorry:
On another occassion, while returning from grocery shopping one afternoon, I walked past a man sitting by a storefront. He was clean-cut, wearing clean clothes, without any carts or wagons or any belongings of any kind. As I past him, he asked me for some spare change. I replied, "I'm sorry," and continued walking past. He replied, "You will be."
There are multiple other experience, like two seemingly unassociated men standing on the sea wall about 100 meters away from each other, each of them spitting just as I walked past each of them.
There are too many experiences to mention. Looking at each experience individually, one would easily dismiss them as being unrelated and simply coincidental. But put them all together and a picture starts to form, like putting together the pieces of a puzzle.
As I hand you each piece of the puzzle one by one, you dismiss each piece, saying, "This could be anything." And you discard it. You keep discarding each piece as I hand it to you. By the end of it, you look down at the table and say, "You have nothing." That's because you looked at each piece as a separate item and threw it away. But if you leave the pieces on the table as I hand them to you and do not hastily discard them, you will see they form a clear picture when put all together.
We must look at all these events as a whole. Individually, each one could be anything. But when all of these experiences are put together and considered as a whole, they form an undeniable picture. Do not be quick to dismiss each piece. Leave the pieces on the table and look at the whole. The picture I present is sound. Remember, I have all the pieces; you do not. I see the picture more clearly than you do.
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2024.05.19 00:58 DesperateTry2694 My friend thinks I have an ED

My friend just told me I need medical help. I am a young woman. I had quite a bit to drink and confessed my father was often making snide comments about my weight and she revealed he had done so behind my back. I have gained probably 1-2 stone within a year. She says it is not visible but I disagree as since these comments have started I have felt massive. As if I pound the ground as I walk with a large obnoxious thump. As if there is some inconceivably red letter stamped on me marking me as fat that only other people can see and judge me for. Due to exams, regular exercise has been impeded. I have every intention to return to regular exercise. I know my eating habits have never been up to par and it is something I will forever need to work on due me stress eating and comfort eating however due to monetary issues I firmly believe this can be worked on within the near future. I admitted that for me being hungry and eating and feeling sick is a never ending cycle. I feel hungry so I eat and then because I enjoy eating I feel sick from eating too much and because i feel sick I eat to feel better.
Personally I don’t feel like this is an eating disorder merely a bad relationship with food due to a lifetime as a picky eater which my parents hated. I never actually throw up it is impossible for me to throw up without it being absolutely necessary.
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2024.05.19 00:58 PuzzledAd9238 What is going on please help me 😭

27 weeks with second baby! Last night I woke up vomiting, went to L&D and noticed a red rash all over my body. I got fluids and Benadryl, they took labs and all were normal except white blood cells. They determined it’s a viral infection and I went home. All day I haven’t had an appetite, my skin is burning and tingling with no red rash, tingling lips and occasionally just feeling my face flush. Haven’t vomited since last night but I’m so uncomfortable and worried. Anyone have similar symptoms or know what this could be?
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2024.05.19 00:57 Methconnoisseur1 Low histamine + sebderm diet is hell

Someone kill me. All I can eat is white rice and apples. This shit genuinely sucks. Got diagnosed with SD a few years ago and now recently with histamine intolerance. Whenever I eat high histamine foods (basically anything) my skin flares up, severely itchy all over my body and red rash, plus my SD flares up. I can’t win bro
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2024.05.19 00:57 bubblesonthewheel Zenith Hits…FS/FT…and other patch cards

Zenith Hits…FS/FT…and other patch cards
Will trade for Jets and Az Cardinals and Panini Points….the one Zenith box was a “hot box” with multiple mem cards…..yeah
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2024.05.19 00:56 EyeAnnual2942 Pagets Disease worries

Maybe a month ago I started having one itchy breast around my nipple, it looked slightly red and the skin looked dry but I thought nothing of it. Fast forward to last week, it was still like that but I looked at myself in the mirror after showering and there was a red circular patch around one nipple/a portion of the areola. At that point I started to look online because I realized it might be getting worse, and thats when I stumbled upon pagets. I'm in my early 30s but have no history of eczema, it is on one breast, and although I'm unsure where it "started" (nipple vs areola), it covers the nipple and only maybe 1/3rd of areola. There is no other symptoms other than a red ring, some itching that isn't too horrible, and dry skin.
I have a dermatologist appt tomorrow and idk what to think. There are some pictures of pagets online that scared me so bad it felt like I was having an out of body experience. I feel like i'm going to be walking around in a nightmare until I get a biopsy.
My longterm SO knows about this but I feel really alone and scared. I don't want to worry my mom or anyone in my family if there's nothing to worry about. I also feel bad posting here about how scared I am about a mere possibility of diagnosis when there are so many women in here that are going through it currently. I just don't know who else to talk to.
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2024.05.19 00:56 IgnitionRed2023 How I keep this baby clean 24/7

How I keep this baby clean 24/7
Some of you may laugh, some may claim OCD, and some may “say sir that’s flat out genius”, but I keep a California mini duster behind the passenger seat so at long red lights I can dust the dash, steering wheel, and infotainment screen. It brings it very much joy so I thought I would share the tip
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2024.05.19 00:56 External_Eye_7764 Physical manifestation of anxiety that doesn’t match how I feel in my head.

TL;DR - I feel like my physical reactions to anxiety are much more extreme than how I feel in my head.
I have a ton of symptoms of histamine intolerance. One of the main ones is that my neck and chest break out in red blotches over the slightest things, even being excited about going out to dinner will make me break out. I’m also reactive to many foods and don’t feel well unless I’m on the paleo diet. An entire body part will swell up and get painful from a mosquito bite. I also have terrible insomnia but I sleep well after taking SAMe, while other sleep aids don’t work at all.
I made a zoom presentation at work a few months ago and I had a severe physical reaction due to some nerves. I think it’s normal for anyone to get nervous doing a zoom webinar for 200 people, but I knew the material and wasn’t having severe anxious thoughts. I was a little worried about my performance, mostly about how my physical anxiety would manifest itself, but I think that’s understandable considering what happens to me.
4 hours before the webinar began, my whole upper body from my chest up broke out in deep red itchy blotches. I had to put full coverage foundation on every inch of exposed skin, thank goodness I work from home because this would have looked bizarre in person. I was also shaking and had a shaky voice. Once I started the webinar and got going, I was still a little shaky but I got through it and did generally ok. I felt insanely itchy the entire time.
My problem is, I’m not a basket case of anxiety. I break out in deep red blotches with the slightest feeling of worry, or excitement, or from powder blush falling from my face to my neck. I know people who are much more anxious than me and when they go through similar situations, they don’t have the same reaction. I also feel like experiencing the full range of human emotions is natural, I shouldn’t place the expectation on myself to become almost monk-like in my ability to entirely control my emotions. I should be able to feel some anxiety without turning into an oompaloompa. I shouldn’t have to go through life wearing turtlenecks either.
Is this a symptom of histamine intolerance or mast cell activation?
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2024.05.19 00:46 DoCoWisco Red non itchy spots slowly spreading, doc in Monday, curious

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2024.05.19 00:45 KayakRifleman Talking with Predators part 4 (NoP Fanfic)

All right here it is finally, thank you all for your patience and let's hope chapter 5 is a little more expedient. As usual I hope you enjoy and would love to get everyone's thoughts.
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4: Memory transcription subject: Zeak, Harchen orphan, citizen of the Venlil Republic. Date: standardized human time July 13th 2136.
The sky was a roaring mass of fire and pungent black smoke that choked out the light of the sun. As I ran down the street, green blood flowed like a broad shallow river. It splashed up with every step I took, sticking to my scales, the smell of it made me feel sick. As the piercing wail of the emergency sirens seemed to grow louder and louder with every step I took making my ears ring and filling my head with a thunderous pain. My heart pounded, my lungs were on fire, and my legs felt like they were made of lead.
A herd of towering blurry figures appeared out of nowhere and ran past me, some almost knocking me down. In their panic they began to look more like crazed wild animals than people. I cried for help but they couldn't hear me. I waved my paws then grabbed one of them a male Venlil, tightening my grip with all the strength I had hoping this would get his attention. He threw me off like I was trash, less than trash. I turned around and continued pleading for anyone to help me, reaching out for others. But their frantic idiot eyes looked only straight ahead and not down, never down, as the herd passed me.
I turned back around and continued to run, blood splashing up soaking me all the way to my knees. I stumbled, my legs were so tired I could barely stand, and I fell down catching myself, plunging my paws into blood as deep as my wrists. I felt myself scream but I couldn't hear it over the ringing in my ears. A scrap of paper gently floated past me, a single word written on it that echoed in my mind “Weakling.” It passed and four more took its place, “Coward”, “Liar”, “Oath breaker”, “Murderer.” I screamed in rage and slapped the pieces of paper aside, blood splashing onto my snout, but the meanings of those words remained. Getting back up I stumbled forward, and fell down again. Then with an effort born out of sheer desperation I managed to stand again lurching forward. My legs were too tired to run but I had to keep going, I had to save them. Or at least her, please Protector if you're listening please let me save at least her.
It felt like I was searching for an endless time. Lurching forward, stumbling, falling down, getting back up, lurching forward once more. Eventually I saw it and my heart fell into the pit of my stomach. My family's car was turned over on its roof, the driver's side had been caved in. It was engulfed in fire and thick black smoke that rose up into the sky. I struggled forward and when I reached it I collapsed, my knees hitting the hot pavement. The smell of burning metal and something else I didn't know assaulted my senses making my stomach turn. Every muscle in my body begged me to run away. Calling out their names l looked inside, and a wave of nausea and horror flooded through me.
I turned away and vomited, then reached up with my blood soaked paws and covered my eyes. Those words thundered in my head making me think it was going to burst open, as hot tears welled up. “WEAKLING! COWARD! LIAR! OATH BREAKER! MURDERER! MURDERER! MURDERER! MURDERER! “I'm sorry I'm sorry, I should have stayed, I should have helped. Why did I run?” I wailed, still unable to hear myself. Someone rested a delicate paw on my shoulder, and the world went quiet. As the pain in my head melted away.
My eyes snapped open and I was greeted by the gentle ringing of my alarm. In a rush of adrenaline I leaped out of bed not even bothering to wipe the sleep out of my eyes. Running out of my bedroom and down the narrow hallway towards the living room. Convincing myself It had all just been a horrible, horrible nightmare and everything was alright. Mom and Dad would be fixing breakfast, Dad softly singing a Harchen folk song while making something savory and delicious as mom sang along in harmony, preparing something special for my baby sister Naila. Oh yes and Naila, she would probably be sitting on a cushion in the sunny part of the living room. Holding her crooked tail, a birth defect which my parents said could be fixed when she was older. And making excited chirping noises at my arrival, while sunlight shone against her emerald scales. I loved my baby sister, I knew other kids resented having a younger sibling. Dismissing their responsibilities and spending less time with their family and more with their friends. I never once felt that way, the moment Naila hatched I devoted every spare minute I had to her. Finding music that would help her fall asleep, watching over her when my mom needed a break. Excitedly telling her about the day's events and what I learned at school, especially what I learned in computer science which was my favorite class.
“Mom! Dad!” I yelled bursting into the living room. “I just had the worst…” My voice trailed off as I was greeted with nothing “dream.” My heart tightened painfully in my chest, as I frantically ran through the house throwing open every door, knowing that they had to be here somewhere. They were just playing a game on me that was all, a game I would tell them I didn't appreciate. After the final door had been opened and no one was there to yell “Surprise!” My body slumped and I felt heavy as reality set back in, and the memories of what happened hit me like a hammer. I made my way back down the hall to my room, tail dragging behind me as I crawled back into bed. Wrapping myself tightly in a blanket, trying to find some comfort.
It must have been hours I lay there feeling numb all over, wishing I could get up the energy to just cry. I think I might have fallen asleep at one point. If I did it was a dreamless sleep, thank the stars for that. Eventually I did get up, sitting cross-legged on my bed, resting my chin in my paws, staring holes into the wall. I took a deep breath and side numbly looked out the window, searching for anything to distract myself with.
It was overcast, and eerily quiet. The emergency sirens had stopped blaring yesterday mere hours after everyone had gotten to the bunkers. The bodies of the dead had already been collected and their blood cleaned from the pavement. So as to not attract any predators into the neighborhood. I saw my neighbor A'shul was home, his white vehicle was sporting some new dents. I wondered, when he got into his vehicle yesterday morning and drove to the nearest bunker; did he try to help anyone? Or was he thinking only of himself? I suppose it didn't matter really. Nothing mattered.
I turned my head away and looked around my small room taking in everything, every trinket, misplaced item, my old second-hand desk, a big green crackle finished monster. Better suited for a Venlil than a young Harchen, heck I needed a stool just to use it. I had gotten it for basically nothing about a year ago, when the local extermination office was getting rid of their old furniture. All it took was a small bribe and they put it in my bedroom when no one was home. My parents, but especially my mom we're not happy when they saw it the next day. They would tell me at least once a week that It was too big for me and they were going to get rid of that eyesore. “Wouldn't you like something a little more modern dear?” My mom would ask, practically pleading for me to say yes. I used to pray that my parents would just shut up and stop bugging me about that stupid desk. I thought it was great, it made me think of private detective Bal from the exterminators show. Bal was a no nonsense Harchen who was so often pivotal in tracking down the predator or predator diseased person. My desk was very similar to his and that's why I wanted it. But at that moment, I would have given anything to hear those words again.
On the desk there was an ornate wooden box, with a fruit tree in full bloom delicately carved into its lid. There were also scuff marks where it had been dropped, and a deep crack running down the center. It was known as a blessing box, Naila's blessing box to be specific. When she hatched nearly ten months ago the whole neighborhood had been invited to come and write a blessing on a scrap of paper and put it in the box. I had written one too, not a blessing but a promise, a promise I couldn't keep. The belief was that if kept near the infant, the combined power of all those blessings would keep the hatchling safe until their first birthday. Where on that day the box would be set on fire and burned to ash. Releasing those blessings back into the world so they may protect someone else. It was an old tradition and not commonly practiced anymore, but as my dad always said “It is important to keep the old traditions alive my son. Both in song and action.” I remember asking him why? And he looked at me like he had been waiting for that question for a long time. “Because” He said, his tail moving with authority. “Someday when you lose your way, and you don't know where to turn to. You will always have something to guide you back to your center.”
Looking away from the box not wanting to look or think about the damn thing, I shifted my gaze down to my bedside table. There was a little holographic projector showing pictures of me, Mom, Dad and Naila on holiday back on Fahl, the Harchen home world to see family. I was born and raised on Venlil prime, so I didn't really know any of my extended family. There was a picture of my mom and Naila sleeping at the beach. Naila’s crooked tail coiled around mom’s arm, their scales a deep emerald in the light of the sun. The picture changed to me and Dad putting the finishing touches on a sand skyscraper taller than him. I had to sit on his shoulders to place the last bucket full of sand on top. Both of our scales were as blue as the ocean. My tail flicked sadly thinking of that day. I reached over and turned the holo protector off.
My holopad lay next to me flashing, alerting me to an urgent message. I hadn't really looked at my holopad since yesterday morning. Picking it up I tapped the flashing icon. It was an official government statement signed by Governor Tarva herself, saying that the humans Noah and Sarah were peaceful explorers, and that they only wished to be our friends. ‘No, that's impossible, they’re predators. Predators don't want peace, they want to conquer, kill and eat us,’ stunned and confused I kept reading. The rest of the message stated that the two human scientists were completely unaware there was intelligent life of any kind on Venlil prime. ‘No! Lies! Predator lies!’ I yelled inside my head. Something hot began to form in my chest as I read the last bit. Governor Tarver had shown the two predators footage of the Arxur torturing Venlil pups. It said that the humans were capable of empathy and felt deeply saddened and angered by what they saw. They vowed to do everything in their power to get their united nations into the war against the Arxur.
I scrolled all the way down and what I saw stopped me cold. Standing in her office being flanked by General Kam, stood Governor Tarva. Beside them looming over the two Venlil one bigger than the other, both of them covered in some sort of protective suit. Their faces were obscured by dark visored helmets. It said that the larger of the two Noah was male, and the smaller one was Sarah female. Sarah had her hands clasped in front of her, while Noah kept his to his side. Neither were acting threatening, and neither Tarva or Kam looked to be harmed in any way.
Something in me snapped, that hot thing inside my chest erupted and I could feel my scales turn black. I very carefully set my holopad down beside me, then I uncrossed my legs and got out of bed. I stood there in the center of my room shaking slightly, feeling terribly calm as white hot rage flooded my body, spreading to my paws and all the way out to the tip of my long tail. It never had to happen, the panic, the stampede, the death, we could have stayed home and avoided those people. ‘No… no not people,’ a bitter thought came over me. ‘They're not people at all, people stop and help, like that Venlil girl Kayleik, she was a person maybe the only one. But the rest of them were just wild animals, masquerading as sentient beings. ‘Do you really think you're any better, coward?’ Some internal voice said.
A sudden impulse took control of me and I grabbed my desks stool and hurled it against the wall. It dented the wall and bounced off still in one piece. Enraged, I leaped forward grabbing it by the legs, then turned around and slammed it into my desk. The sheet metal dented and the green crackle finish paint flew off, but the stool made of good dense wood from the string fruit tree stayed whole. “DAMN THEM! DAMN THEM! DAMN THEM! DAMN THEM!” I screamed, slamming the stool down again and again, my tail whipping wildly, striking the bed and the floor. The tip of my tail began to hurt, which only fueled my anger. Finally I heard cracking and wood began to splinter off. They didn't have to die, we could have stayed home. The muscles in my shoulders burned and my heart pounded as hot tears began to well up. I brought it down one final time narrowly avoiding the blessing box, and the stool broke in two. I hurled the pieces away from me, one slamming into the corner the other crashing through the window.
I leaned against the desk catching my breath as tears flowed freely. ‘Well that definitely showed them didn't it. Hey I got a great idea! Let's go break some more stuff, that will definitely make you feel better. Idiot!’ That internal voice said all coldness and bitterness. As I cried, the burning in my chest cooled, and I was filled with the same numbness as before. After a while my stomach growled, reminding me I hadn't eaten since yesterday. I moved sluggishly out of my bedroom and went straight to the kitchen, quickly grabbed some fruit and left to go and watch the view screen or something. The moment I entered the living room, memories came flooding back. Mom and Dad laughing, Naila sleeping peacefully, the lingering aroma of breakfast, and the warmth of our home. But now it was all gone and I was alone. For the first time in my life, I had no one to go to.
It was right then I realized I couldn't stay here anymore. This place felt like a tomb, all cold and filled with the memories of the dead. Besides, if I stayed here someone would eventually send the authorities to come and get me. Ship me off to an orphanage, foster care or maybe to my extended family back on Fahl. I balked at the idea of being forced to live with people I didn't know or trust. Memories of yesterday's stampede invaded my mind and I shuddered. I couldn't trust any of them not anymore. No, there was one person I could think of that maybe I could trust. Turning around I went back to my room, found my backpack and grabbed my holopad, the blessing box, the holo projector and my blanket stuffing it into my pack. Then I went to the kitchen and filled my pack up the rest of the way with dried fruit and vegetable snacks. With my backpack looking like it was going to burst I shouldered it and made my way to the front door. When I rested my scaly paw on the door handle I stopped and looked back at the place that was once my home. “Goodbye” I said in a shaky voice, knowing this would be the last time I would never set foot in this house. With my head low I opened the door and stepped out, into the dim light of a new unfamiliar world.
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2024.05.19 00:44 Crushing_Blow Tale of Grimm Agenda Post-Bies

Tale of Grimm Agenda Post-Bies
Alright, posting on mobile probably screwed me over so allow me to convince you why Old Man Bies would be the perfect pick for the next Roster, even with such stiff competition. (Please this Roster goes up at 4:00 am for me, I am currently working off of 4 hours of sleep.)
The Goat!
Alright first my arena announcement for him, properly formatted this time! (I hate mobile with all my soul, i sucks so much)
If there’s one creature that all beings fear, it’s demons! Now, who among these creatures of darkness is the mightiest? Well, there can only be one option, the Devil! Though, this next fighter is not the red demon with a pitchfork you’re all thinking of. The first recorded demon in history, all other demons named their own species by their language’s version of his name! The ancient scourge of the Slavic people, his mere presence drives those around him insane! His magic is the strongest among all of demon kind! His might is absolute! Yet despite this, he did not wipe out those pesky humans who opposed him. Why? Cause there would be fun fun in it! This demon, above all else, seeks enjoyment! With his might, nothing else could possibly concern him! He enjoys a good drink, but above all else he enjoys a good fight! But with his power, none could challenge him. But watching those serving under him duke it out with the populace was a close second! So for millennia, he would send out his contracted demons and humans driven insane to attack any kingdom they could find, all for his own entertainment! He would make deals with desperate enough beings in exchange for their souls, just to see what they would do! It was all great fun, but he longed for some great battle to truly test his own might. But now, with this tournament he could finally find what he has yet to encounter. A worthy rival! So for whatever warrior from Midgard facing the Lord of all Demons, you’d best bring your A-Game! For your foe is-
He whose name means madness!
He who is the Strongest of the Demons!
He who is the Archetypal Devil!
BIES!

Anyways, there are multiple reasons why he should be on the Roster. For one he is the best way to get the "Devil" (the Devil is an important figure is many fairy tales, to the point that making a deal with the devil is it's own genre of legend). Bies, who's translated name became the word demon and who was seen as the Devil when the Slavic people got Christianity, is the Devil but while still avoiding the "no mythology" rule. Just make it so the Demon who rules Hell is different from Bies so he doesn't have to be connected to High John. (Or don't. Him reacting to his Son in-law being on the Roster could also be funny.) He also has one perfect fight on the Roster. I posted three on my comment just in case, but one is perfection personified.
VS Cinderella. Lord of Madness vs Magical Girl Now, at first glance this one makes little sense. But that’s only if you don’t have much knowledge of the magical girl genre. A staple of the genre is that the Big Bad has some way to magically force people to temporarily force people to be their minion, so they can serve as the Monster of the Week. Of course, they also have minions who serve of their own free will, and despite sending proxies the entire series to fight their foe they are always leagues above everyone they send. With his ability to drive people mad and the legions of Demons who would be loyal to him, Bies easily fits the bill as the main villain of a magical girl series. If this fight ism picked, just make it so Bies is the one behind all the villains and monsters Cinderella fought, and you already have a peak set-up. Add on Bies taking all the magic girl BS Cinderella does 100% serious(like, so serious it just sounds like he’s her biggest fan), and you have an actual masterpiece of a fight! Well, that and Magic Girl series are well known for having insanely OP protags by the end of the series and Bies is logically one of if not the strongest magic user to ever live, so he could definitely keep up with the escalation! (All quotes will be giving Cinderella the most ridiculous sounding magic girl attacks. Please understand that it’s peak.) Quotes:
“I’m so glad we’ve finally met, my Archnemeis. Oh, we’ve never fought before, but you sure did make short work of every monster I sent your way! For your sake, I do hope you live up to the hype.”
“Finally! You finally used the Burning Love Flame Saber! Honestly after you pulled it out on fight number 131 I kind of felt like it was an asspull, especially since you never used it again. But it’s still so damn cool!”
“Darkness Heart Ice Storm?! Damn, now you unlocking that one was so emotional! You finally accepted the negative emotions you held, and realized that there was nothing wrong with them. You’ve really grown so much, I was so proud when I first saw it!”
“Heat of Love, Full Flame Regalia. Your ultimate trump card, a blazing transformation first used when you were about to lose to Grand Dark Minister Daimon, which was your 200th fight by the way. It seemed all hope was lost, but yet you stood up. For being the guiding light in a sea of darkness, that’s what it truly means to be a magical girl! Well, if you’re going all out then I must respond in kind!”
The entire joke behind this match up is Satan himself being a weeb, it's peak. I don't know what else you could want honestly. This is literally perfect.
For powers, he has many types of magic but his specialties would be elemental magic and chaos magic. He can also change his size at will, which can be used to dwarf over his opponent near the end of the fight. Would make for a really intense fight (especially against an equally overwhelming magical girl!). So please upvote Bies today. He's so peak I am willing to lose for sleep him.

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2024.05.19 00:44 IssaSecretxX Long Lasting Mystery Rash

Long Lasting Mystery Rash
Hello everybody!
I have had a rash since 3/21 and I have seen 6 different medical professionals who are still not sure on what it is. I am waiting on another appointment with a different specialist, but in the meantime, does anybody know what this looks like? I’ve tried antifungal creams, antibiotics, steroids, and even had a skin punch biopsy preformed but none of it has been useful.
I do not travel, hike, or swim. It’s itchy and painful. It has blisters that leave behind yellow crusts and it is often hot to the touch and spreads quickly. The last picture is how the first initial rash looked before it faded with the use of clobetasol. The newest possible diagnoses they are going to explore are autoimmune disorders and skin cancer.
If anybody can help it would be greatly appreciated! Currently I’m using clobetasol (since it temporarily relieves the inflammation) and aquaphor. Thank you!
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2024.05.19 00:40 privytown Just some DM's opinion on the adventure - A list of pros and cons

Just finished doing my page-by-page read-thru of the adventure. I give it a 7/10 that could be easily pushed to about a 9 with some DM tweaks and changes.
Here's my quick take on it (SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS):
PROS: * The art is beautiful throughout. As always, I wish there was more, but I know I'm being greedy. * The power of secrets mechanic is a neat twist, especially if they're saved up until the end. Of course, I wouldn't let my players know that. DM advice - Add more interesting secrets, clarify mechanics of spending secrets to players * We get to visit a part of the Shadowfell that isn't a Domain of Dread. * Kas as Mordenkainen will make for a great twist if the secret can stay hidden. Seems like ANY mild google search by players will give it away. DM advice - Make Mordenkainen super close to players. If players are the type to question everything, perhaps drop hints that maybe something is going on with one of the other Wizards Three. \* Sanctum in Sigil, connection to Planescape. DM advice - Roam around Sigil a bit. Do shopping in between chapters with all that loot players are getting. * Wish spell summoning characters is a neat idea. DM advice - Perhaps make it an "upgraded" wish spell since three mega-magic users are casting it. * Vecna cultists siphoning secrets is a neat idea. DM advice - Have the cultists appear somewhere later on in the adventure, not just chapter 1. \* The clues that Mordenkainen is Kas that are found in the sanctum are pretty neat, and appropriately challenging to find. DM advice - Don't let your characters find out that secret. It is your duty. \* Rod of Seven parts is a cool magic item. * Spiderdragon is cool. Excited for the miniature. * Hertilod is cool. Excited for the miniature. * The Ruined Colossus chapter sounds fun over all. Eberron is the setting I am least familiar with but I was impressed with this chapter, particularly moving up and around Landro. * Blazebear is cool. Excited for the miniature. * I know I'm in the minority with this one... Death house seems fun to me! The Strahd fight seems nerve-wracking for players and the haunted zones will be fun to roleplay. * Deathwolf is cool. Excited for the miniature. * Black Rose Bearer is cool. Excited for the miniature. * Tomb of Wayward Souls (Chapter 7) looks fun - I'm pretty into dungeon diving. Some of the puzzles are clunky but overall I think it will be a good time. * Rerak. His art is great and spooky. For some reason Rerak's resentment toward Acererak comes off as silly and charming to me... in a good way. I think it will be fun to roleplay. * The Red Belvedere (in Chapter 8) sounds fun to run. Interesting layout. Convincing the Pit Masters to let you in to the Dragon's Pride is an interesting challenge. * Windfall is cool. Excited for the miniature. * Kas is a fun villain. Love his artwork (especially in the Character Dossier). DM advice - Make sure the legendary Sword of Kas shows up somehow. * Camlash is cool. Excited for the miniature. * Miska is cool. Excited for the miniature. * Mirror Shade is cool. Excited for the miniature. * Nice that we get a taste of a lot of different settings. Seems a little gimicky (I mean, it IS gimicky, 50 year anniversary and all...) but still fun.
CONS: * While the "link to Vecna" is an interesting and at-times necessary mechanic for players, the way in which they receive it, as written, is weak. DM change origin or cause of this link. \* No connection to obelisks mentioned in other adventures at all. Wasted opportunity. * The gridded map of the sanctum that is included with the book isn't scaled correctly for miniatures. Weird. * Chime of Exile seems lame. * Lambent Zenith map seems a bit tricky to navigate. * Dragonlance is my favorite D&D setting so this one is the biggest bummer for me... Night of Blue Fire (Chapter 6) does not sound fun. Does not seem like Dragonlance. * Bone Roc is kinda lame to me and doesn't seem necessary. * Borthok is cool mechanically but the design is boring. Big wolf? * Moonlight Guardian design is so so lame. * Lunar dragon doesn't target players upon its arrival. DM advice - That dragon is going to target those players. We will fight a dragon. \* Having players be THAT close to Tiamat's lair and not have an encounter with Arkhan the Cruel - who has the HAND OF VECNA - seems like a missed opportunity. * Chapter 10 and 11 have a messy structure. Hard to grasp exactly what's going on and the timing for everything seems off. How is Kas moving around so fast and doing so much in Pandesmos when you were hot on his tail? * The battle between the forces of Kas/Miska and Vecna/Lolth aren't represented well on Pandesmos. DM advice - Bring in some "battlefield mechanics" (like "the Fray" in SotDQ) when moving from place to place. \* Miska is written as being stuck in the portal and has his strength/powers severely subdued. After all the trouble of getting the rod of seven parts, this seems like a waste. DM advice - Miska is coming out of that portal at full power. The players are fighting Miska. \* One design for the different types of Spyder-Fiends? I hope we see more with miniatures. \* Vecna's unrealities at the end are too few... and lame. * Vecna fight seems rushed... and lame. DM advice - Buff Vecna. Adjust the teleport crystals in the Cave of Shattered Reflection to make it harder for players (but not Vecna) to navigate. Make it so some players will be "trapped" behind a crystal wall with Vecna, separated from their friends. \* Vecna is merely banished/shifted to Oerth? Anticlimactic. I've heard that it is because of future plans with Greyhawk but... still. \* This campaign's marketing. So much hype on Vecna but you see him for an underwhelming final battle only. So much hype on these D&D heavy hitters (Strahd, Lord Soth, Lolth, Tiamat, etc.) but they're barely involved, if at all. Stat blocks given and everything. I'm totally fine with them not coming in to play (with the structure of this adventure I actually think they should NOT be) but don't sell us on the idea that they will be. MY advice - They should have marketed this adventure around Kas (I know that in that case they couldn't do the Mordenkainen twist, would have to change things) and have Vecna just make his appearance at the end as it is. Could maybe even have Vecna's involvement in the adventure be a surprise twist somehow?
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2024.05.19 00:40 Bright_Jaguar_248 Dermatologists, I've Malassezia Furfur.

Age: 19, almost 20 Height: 185cm Weight: ~83kg Never smoked in my life Super healthy apart from this skin thing Im talking about. Observations: My skin is "dry" (idk if this is the correct term) in some parts of my body, face, arms and behind my knee. I apply Dermaglos - a cream to hydrate my skin - but my arms and behind my knee usually are itchy.
2 years ago, something red appeared in my arms (both left and right). It was very itchy, and that helped the fungus to expand even to my forearm.
I've been to like 4 different dermatologists, but here in Argentina, because of the mediocre payments, they check u like 5 mins and give you a couple of creams, corticosteroid most of the times and other times corticosteroid + pills.
90 days ago the thing came up again and since I was so fed up, I got a mycological exam. Well, it said I had Malassezia Furfur.
I want to get rid of this for the rest of my life. It's embarrassing and obviously not healthy. I'm tired, I dont know what to do.
Please, help.
Thanks in advance.
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2024.05.19 00:37 MorganRose78 Whispers of Hunger

The town of Frostwood was a small, isolated community nestled deep within the Northern Rockies. The surrounding forest was dense, a labyrinth of towering pines and ancient oaks, their gnarled branches clawing at the sky. Winters were harsh and unforgiving, turning the world into a monochrome prison of ice and snow. It was here that the legend of the Wendigo was born, whispered among the townsfolk on long, cold nights.
Sarah had lived in Frostwood all her life. She knew the stories well: a creature, once human, transformed by an insatiable hunger for human flesh. Her grandmother used to warn her never to venture too far into the woods, especially after dark. "The Wendigo waits," she would say, her voice trembling. "It waits for the foolish and the lost."
One evening, Sarah's younger brother, Tom, didn't return from playing in the forest. Panic gripped her heart as she grabbed her coat and a flashlight, plunging into the twilight maze of trees. The search party had already scoured the nearby paths, their shouts echoing through the cold air, but Sarah knew Tom had a favorite hiding spot deeper in the woods, a secluded clearing they had discovered together.
As she trudged through the snow, the light of her flashlight danced across the shadows. The forest was eerily silent, the only sound the crunch of her boots on the frozen ground. She called out for Tom, her voice growing hoarse and desperate. The wind picked up, carrying with it a faint, chilling whisper.
"Sarah..."
She froze. It sounded like Tom, but distorted, as if coming from far away. She turned in circles, the beam of her flashlight slicing through the darkness.
"Tom, where are you?" she cried, her voice shaking.
"Here, Sarah..."
The voice was closer now, but wrong. It was accompanied by a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. She stumbled forward, breaking into the clearing. Her flashlight revealed a figure standing at the edge, barely visible in the shadows.
"Tom?" she whispered, taking a hesitant step forward.
The figure moved into the light, and Sarah's breath caught in her throat. It was her brother, but his eyes were hollow, lifeless. His skin was pallid and stretched tight over his bones. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a guttural, inhuman sound emerged.
Suddenly, the true horror stepped from the shadows behind Tom. The creature was tall and emaciated, its skin a sickly gray, hanging loosely from its skeletal frame. Its eyes were deep pits of darkness, and its mouth was a grotesque maw filled with sharp, rotting teeth. Long, clawed fingers rested on Tom's shoulders, as if puppeteering him.
The Wendigo.
Sarah screamed, but it was too late. The creature moved with a speed that defied its gaunt appearance, closing the distance between them in an instant. It swiped at her with its claws, tearing through her coat and grazing her skin. She fell to the ground, the flashlight skittering away, its beam casting erratic shadows.
The Wendigo loomed over her, its rancid breath hot against her face. Sarah struggled to crawl away, but the creature grabbed her leg, pulling her back with terrifying strength. She kicked and thrashed, managing to land a solid hit against its head. The Wendigo snarled, releasing her for just a moment.
She scrambled to her feet, grabbing the flashlight and swinging it wildly. The beam caught the creature in the eyes, and it recoiled with a shriek. Seizing the opportunity, Sarah bolted into the trees, her heart pounding in her ears. She didn't dare look back, the Wendigo's furious roars echoing behind her.
She ran until her legs gave out, collapsing in the snow near the edge of town. The search party found her there, delirious and babbling about the creature in the woods. They didn't believe her, attributing her terror to the shock of losing her brother.
But Sarah knew the truth. She had seen the Wendigo, felt its hunger. Tom was gone, taken by the forest's dark secret. As she lay in her bed that night, she could still hear the creature's whispers, a promise of hunger that would never be sated.
In the heart of Frostwood, the Wendigo waits, its appetite endless, its presence a dark stain on the town's soul. And Sarah knew, deep down, that one day it would come for her again.
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2024.05.19 00:36 Equivalent_Price9661 Perioral Dermatitis vs. [Acne]

Perioral Dermatitis vs. [Acne]
Hello all! after extensive lurking on the internet i discovered the condition known as perioral dermatitis. I have been struggling with what i thought were breakouts almost exclusively around my mouth for months. This has always been a problem area for me and after 2 courses of accutane it continues to return. At first i assumed PD exclusively presented as a red rash around the mouth which caused me to rule this out for some time. However the more i read i see some people say their PD presented like acne/whiteheads which is exactly what i have going on. i have a ton of closed comedones all up my smile lines and around the corners of my mouth, some of which turn into these whitehead like bumps that leave behind really annoying PIH. I wanted to see if anyone has experienced anything similar and if PD could really have been my problem this whole time. i’m fairly uneducated on the topic and it very well could be acne i just find it strange i breakout so heavily in this area and and am practically clear everywhere else. What’s everyone’s experience?
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2024.05.19 00:32 Aeggaey [TOMT] [CARTOON] looking for the name of a cartoon.

I only remember red dots/balls with feet walking in a line like a caterpillar, sometimes they jumped (maybe hiccup). One of the balls was left behind at one point but caught up later on. I've only seen a part of it as it was at the end of a video cassette, partially taped over. I think it had a cute song as well, they walked to the rythm. 80's cartoon or earlier. Thank you
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2024.05.19 00:29 MorganRose78 The House

It was a cold, dreary evening when Sarah moved into the old, abandoned house at the edge of town. The locals whispered about it, but Sarah, newly divorced and eager for a fresh start, paid no mind. It was a steal, after all.
The first night, Sarah noticed the house had a peculiar chill that seemed to seep into her bones. She wrapped herself in blankets and dismissed it as the building’s age. As she drifted to sleep, she heard a faint, rhythmic tapping. It sounded like someone gently knocking on the walls, moving through the house. Tap. Tap. Tap. She reasoned it was probably just the old pipes.
Over the next few days, the tapping persisted, growing louder and more insistent. Sarah tried to track the source but found nothing. Each night, it grew closer to her bedroom. One evening, determined to get to the bottom of it, she stayed up, flashlight in hand. The tapping started as usual, but this time, it seemed to be accompanied by a whisper, almost too faint to hear.
“Let me in…”
Sarah’s heart pounded as she strained to listen. The whispers grew louder, mingling with the tapping. She followed the sounds to the basement door. Mustering her courage, she opened it and descended the creaky steps.
The basement was dark and musty. As she shone her flashlight around, she saw nothing unusual—until the beam landed on an old, dusty mirror leaning against the far wall. The tapping was now a pounding, echoing in her ears. She approached the mirror, her breath visible in the freezing air.
In the mirror’s reflection, she saw herself—yet something was off. Her reflection smiled, though Sarah was not. The mirror-Sarah’s eyes glowed with a malevolent gleam. Frozen in terror, she watched as her reflection raised a hand and began to knock on the glass.
“Let me in…”
The reflection’s voice echoed in the basement. Sarah stumbled backward, tripping over an old, discarded chair. Her reflection pushed harder against the glass, the surface of the mirror warping as if it were a liquid barrier.
“No!” Sarah screamed, scrambling to her feet. She turned and fled up the stairs, slamming the basement door behind her. The pounding continued, louder and more frantic. She knew she couldn’t stay there.
Sarah grabbed her keys and fled the house, never looking back. She drove through the night, not stopping until she reached her sister’s place in the next town. She never spoke of what happened, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.
Months later, the old house was sold again. The new owners, a young couple, moved in, eager to start their life together. The house seemed perfect—until the wife noticed a strange, rhythmic tapping on their first night. Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Let me in…”
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2024.05.19 00:28 Jpkaiser2 Turtle laid eggs but had X-ray two weeks ago

My 10 year old female red eared slider just laid eggs. About two weeks ago she was at the vet for a respiratory infection. The vet did X-rays, but did not show them to me. Would the vet have been able to see the eggs in the X-ray? I am wondering if the vet actually did one since she mentioned nothing of eggs.
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2024.05.19 00:23 Bigpaparobpodcast Episode 34 The Missing Alexandria Joy Lowitzer

Episode 34 The Missing Alexandria Joy Lowitzer
Episode 34 The Missing Alexandria Joy Lowitzer https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/big-papa-rob-podcast-story-rewind/id1688953287?i=1000655878091

HopeforAli #AlexandriaLowitzer #SpringTexas #Texas #missingpersons #missingperson #missingpeople #truecrimecommunity #unsolved #news #truecrimepodcast #vanished #podcast #disappearance #FindMe

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2024.05.19 00:19 Longjumping-Pass-182 What are these bumps on my legs/thighs/hips?

What are these bumps on my legs/thighs/hips?
I started getting these red bumps over the past couple days, there’s probably about 20 of them. They aren’t itchy and aren’t even really that bumpy. There’s some on my thighs and then more on my hips, right next to my crotch lol but none on my bikini area or anything. I’m 25f and haven’t started any new lotions or detergents recently.
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2024.05.19 00:16 NiceDragonfruit9606 From the first chapter of my book. Don't have a name for it really. Epic fantasy, fantasy romance. I'm not really good at writing yet, but I'm studying a lot of other work to improve my style.

He's leaving his village to get away from a civil war between the branch family, and the main family. His dad doesn't expect to win the war Yes I understand d that using dots to represent a pause isn't the best way to do it, and that it confuses people. This is un-revised. I plan to do a little more research to better signal a pause for emotional exclamation. Tell me what you think of my first exerpt
"Why do I have to go mother?, you said I wouldn't be leaving for another 4 more years. so why?" Luceon asked.
"We are sorry son but the circumstances have changed. It is becoming too dangerous for you to stay." His mother said
"Father, at least tell me why I wasn't told before hand. Why so suddenly am I being torn from my home without even a warning?" Said Luceon
His father got down on one knee so as to be close to eye level.
"Luceon my son. You are a wise boy. The light behing your eyes seuggests an age far beyond your years so i..... I assure you that" for a moment his father's cheeks reddened as if he was about to let loose a tear. But only for moment. Then it was gone. His father, ever stoic wished to keep an air of "everything will be alright. Don't worry about us". Although Luceon could tell right away that something was horribly wrong. Something was being kept hidden from him. "I assure you... that if there was another way, we would keep you by our side... one day you will understand why it is you have had to leave."
His younger, adoptive brother by one year, crawled out from behind his father's legs and asked "brother, why are you leaving us? Why do you have to go?" His voice became quivery and a tear slid apart from his left eye. "I don't want you to go brother."
Luceon wrapped his arms around his brother and said "I don't want to go either. I really do hope we'll see each other again one day." He tightly held his brother., just as tight as his throat felt.
His mother stooped beside them and gripped them tightly. She said " Audrey is a fine woman. She is an old friend of ours, and of yours as well. She was here the day you were born. She's even held you in her arms. She has been anticipating the day she would see you again, though it is a bit early.... please come and greet luceon" his mother said aloud, so Audrey, who was still waiting inside the [not yet named animal] drawn carriage could hear, and be signaled to come out.
The woman who stepped out had the brightest shade of red hair he had ever seen. And the deep green color of her emerald eyes was a stark, and beautiful contrast. The fair and smooth features of her face gave him goosebumps. Yes... she had the kind of beauty that could spark war between nations. The kind of beauty that would tempt even the most zealous of clergymen. Yes.. to say she was beautiful was an understatement to be sure.
"Hello there child. I am Audrey Harpa. Though it is far to soon for us to meet, and the circumstances are less than optimal, I am more than happy to make your acquaintance." Her voice had a slight lilt in it. An echo of a forgotten accent, long since sanded away by the cogwheels of time. Luceon tucked himself away behind his father's legs just like his brother. "Luceon" his father said "say hello! You aren't like this with anyone else. Where did this bashfullness come from?"
He reluctantly came out from behind his father, and slowly raised his hand. Instead of stooping down to hold his hand like a normal adult would to greet a child, she stretched her arm down to meet his, as if she were greeting an equal. "I'm not happy for the circumstances either, but.... well, it's nice to make your acquaintance."
"So well spoken for your age" Audrey said
"Son, I would love to stay here with you and hold onto you for a few moments more but.... we really must say goodbye now. Audrey cannot linger any longer " his father stated.
"Father be truthful. Will I ever see you, mother and [unknown name] again?" He asked
This was the final straw that broke his father's composure."Damn this boy's intuition." He thought. He let loose more than a few tears, and his mother followed suit. "I..... I honestly cannot tell you. I really wish I could assure you that we will. But I cannot..."
His mother broke down into sobs next to him and held him. She said through choked tears "son.... promise me one thing.... promise you'll never forget who you are. Promise you'll never forget where you came from..... no matter what obstacles come, or what challenges you face, you came from us, and because of that we..." she was barely able to talk through the sobbing. "We are always with you..." she said as she placed a small leather bracelet adorned with little copper oraments into his palm. "Remember us"
They all held each other a little longer. Him, his mother, father, and tiny little brother. They cried for a few moments then, with his head facing the ground, he walked over to Audrey's side, unable to pick up his face.
Luceons father handed Audrey Luceon's baggage, and a small leather satchel as well as he whispered something into her ear. She nodded her head. And the climbed into the carriage. As the carriage departed, Luceon looked back through the dirty glass paned window to take in one last image of his family and his village. He stared until they were to far to see any longer... once his eyes were sure that they were out of sight.... luceon turned his back on his family. He turned his back on his old cobble stone village that housed his prideful clansmen. He turned his back on the rolling emerald plains that stretched across the isle of skye. He turned his back on scottland And most importantly, he turned his back on his home.
He shed one more solitary tear, and whispered "goodbye."
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