A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold.The rich and poor meet together: the LORD is the maker of them all

Like the title says. Tried clearing runtimes, redownloading gamemaker, clearing the cache. Nothing :p get this in my error messages : The application to execute does not exist: 'C:\ProgramData\GameMakerStudio2\Cache\runtimes\runtime-2024.4.0.168\bin\igor\windows\x64\Igor.dll'.
elapsed time 00:00:00.0711482s for command "C:\ProgramData/GameMakerStudio2/Cache/runtimes\runtime-2024.4.0.168/bin/igowindows/x64/Igor.exe" -j=8 -options="C:\Users\NAME\AppData\Local\GameMakerStudio2\GMS2TEMP\build.bff" -v -- Windows Run started at 05/19/2024 02:53:26
FAILED: Run Program Complete
Im also getting no compile errors

“Lads, I don’t think some of you realize what a historic moment this has become and what it represents. Future generations will look back and say ‘Good men stood here, good men fought, and died on this ground... as they point to a TradingView daily chart of GME zoomed in on January. Since the spawn of the stonk market, two classes of people have been pitted against each other, eternal enemies, forever forced and fated to combat: Lions and Hyenas.
These Lions -- these Wall Street hedge funds have it all. Quants, billions of dollars, algorithmic trading, arbitrage, market makers, supercomputers, SEC protection, fucking judicial system protection for God’s sake. And then there’s us -- the working man -- the average Joe. What do we have? What the fuck do we have?! What the fuck do we have? They literally call us ‘dumb money.’ These lions, these hedge fund guys, they were born with silver spoons in their mouths. The top 1% of the 1%. They were given offices overlooking the beautiful NYC skyline.” They have massive bank accounts, eat medium rare Grade A Japanese Wagyu steak with truffle shavings for lunch. Why do we hate these guys? They frequent the finest strip clubs on the planet on a first-name basis and instantly go to the back rooms. They have blow and escorts on their yacht parties. And do you know what they tell these beautiful escorts? When the smoking hot blonde creeps in and asks them, ‘Like, how do you have so much money? You know what they say? ‘Haha, dumb money babe.’”
Change starts somewhere, we can make the change within the community to make FFIE big. It’s our opportunity to take actions into our hands to truly make the difference not just for FFIE but show the hedge funds how screwed up it is to profit off the loss of the people like us and the businesses they help destroy. Hold or we continue to fill the pockets of those who profit off our losses and the people they help unemploy.
GME and people like Keith Gill made us realize we can do this with banding together, creating communities, vocalizing and believing in a stock just for the sake of liking a stock and liking the company. Faraday Future may not have been known by everyone but there are 586 people who could lose their jobs if FFIE does not get our support. I’m sure you like keeping your job so relate to these people on wanting to make sure they have a job they can go to after June 24th.
Of course there are people who will doubt and hate us. It does not feel good and may make us doubt ourselves and our decisions but together we have the power to make change in our generation. We have powerful people against us, always have and probably always will unless we show them that we have the power of change.

FFIE to the moon🚀

Diamond Hands💎🙌

This along with any and all of my posts are not to be taken as financial advice but as my personal opinion along with maybe some news articles.

verse 1:
keep the mind flow like rain fall in Big Bog,
how i eat words is none your business, sick smog
spiral out like a Stereolab cover, the emperor hovers,
viral as smog from two bars ago, remember her color
tomato for ketchup, making dots and loops on his signature,
cash checks to catch up, taking shots to shoot for no ligature
marks on the wrists like Shinola glitter, ain’t fish scale,
singing that lovely figaro, hit her once, forget Ishmael
hail from the ash of the smog, no coughs for the sickness,
exhale the cash from Prague where i sought my richness
fitness for the hogs, seek to trash my name, send em running,
slick is the way i clog up their cache, could say i’m stuntin’
evil like knievel, flashy as his jumpsuit,
weasel out illegal lassies, he’ll stump soon
dump deliveries down, done decent dros,
dojo done dime a dozen, diesel dropped in dirty doses
hook:
dump that diesel in the tank,
pump the easel full of dank
make the word art pop like a magazine collage,
take a third off the track, save for the montage
jump over the needle covered in swank,
bump the eagle off his flank,
my words strike you like a verbal barrage,
making your peace with a good mirage
verse 2:
cloaked the dagger, i croaked your jagger,
then i toked the shwagger, cuz i smoked the blabber
choked the tagger, pressed his cannon to the wall,
blew a couple puffs out before he dropped the ball
lost his marbles while he struggled and gargled,
sloshed like the marshall, but he smuggled the cuadro
new coke, all interest lost, don’t tell the bank,
you broke, simplest cost, go to hell, thanks
shit sewed so simply, set sale so small,
tricked and towed, taught to tell tenacious tales tall
short attention spans, like Gen Alpha on 60 Seconds,
export pension grands to Valhalla, no shifty weapons
Odin puts rings on all the bitches’ fingers, infinite,
show them wings on all his riches, ringers intimate
wings like Hermes, don’t shoot the messenger,
don’t give him a Red Bull, remember the pensioner
hook:
verse 3:
i’ll paint your body with blood from your exit wounds,
faint for a John Doe from the hood, doc says it’s doomed
rained like a monsoon, Big Bog came back full force,
he trained the storms to hit hard, named them Bull Horse
hull of the ship cracked, sink deeper than your love life,
skull and ribs cracked by bones of leaders of strife
the structure more rigid than the beat, meat under heat,
puncture with the thermo probe, no repeat defeat
pleated Homme jacket, soaked in rain water,
heated in the placket, smoked the main talker
greeted thirty maggots, doped brain not stronger,
cheated curvy black chicks, revoked a million dollars
treat you like a junky at Thanksgiving, cold turkey,
i’ll leave you shook worse than methadone, lone journey
verses so cold, gotta give you the OJ, no gloves,
turkey noodle soup out of stock, okay, low doves
bridge:
hey blud, we need to liquidate our assets
no duds, the sweeper intimidate the brassets
lost my head, cost my friend, all alone,
dropped the bread, tossed the lead, call Ramone
i think it’s safe to say the story’s gone off the rail,
like the tall tale from bar thirty four, soft and frail
always wear a ski mask when the ugly mug rob the bank,
reclaim your assets, unless you wanna walk the plank
verse 4:
pirate my music, cuz i don’t give a fuck about my label,
irate, i’m too sick, i won’t live to duck another cable
tables turned like a lazy susan Marantz, food for thought,
cradle learned how to make my gats, screwed a lot
i’ll facetime ya momma, funeral’s closed casket,
no base line for commas, numeral’s composed tax cuts
can’t afford to bury ya, leave ya to the elements,
absurd to carry a beaver for no emphasis
no emphasis on your life, less worth than a common seven inch,
no nemesis is less than this, you’re nobody, don’t question this
the doctor said i’d die lit if i kept the spliff tucked ‘tween my lips,
hit the cherry in the pit til i’m fit to spit a crit, clean my rips
you puff the blunt like a one hit wonder, call you Afroman,
take me out cuz i swiped the lean back, call it my bad day, agro clan
plan to take my methods, i’ll make sure you’re threw aside,
cuz when i’m through with you, you’ll contemplate suicide

ೃ༄🐛ೃ༄ introduction ೃ༄🐛ೃ༄

if you are involved in the shifting community, you may have seen the mention of some sort of 'lifa app' with no explanation as to what it is. sometimes, in scripts, it will say stuff such as...
'when i shift to this reality, i will have a lifa app to check in on my cr self and it cannot be deleted or destroyed.'
but what is the app that everyone is talking about? is it an actual app or sort of app in another reality that everyone just knows of?
in this post, i will be explaining the lifa app as a full guide of how to use it. its features, and what it is.

༊·˚🌿 what is the lifa app? ༊·˚🌿

the lifa app is a reality shifting based app that lets you keep track of your dr or multiple drs in literally every way imaginable. from the time it is to your memories. it even gives you diary entries for yourself. it is meant to be used as a tool to help shifters keep track of all of their information about them and their dr. it also allows a gateway to meet other shifters like yourself and shift with them to the same reality.

｡･ﾟﾟ･ 🥞 🥯 features 🥯 🥞 ･ﾟﾟ･｡

the lifa app has many features. the main ones you can see first are dr details, visualizations, group shifting, sharing.
let's go over each feature one by one.

: ̗̀➛ dr details

the first thing that you will get when you are greeted by this an i icon that says about this dr. when you click on it, you are able to type the location and a background story about your desired reality.
: ̗̀➛ time
this feature allows you to add a time and date to your dr. time will pass the same as it does here. for example in my dr, it is currently november 19, 2130 and is 1:47 pm. i chose to freeze time in this dr and submitted it.
: ̗̀➛ theme
this holds the name of what your dr is called, the icon it has, and the background of it when you click on the app. you can also choose the font color and a background tint as well. it also holds your name in your dr.
: ̗̀➛ timeline
you are able to establish a timeline of your desired reality before the point that you shift. i recommend keeping it brief to the important stuff. main instances of childhood and things that you remember with the same importance as you do now.
: ̗̀➛ notion script
this feature is if you have a script on the website notion script. it is a website in which you can gather and fill in shifting templates and is a great way to organize yourself. this is not necessary though. there are other features you can use for your script on here.
: ̗̀➛ about me
this is just a section where you write all about yourself. your name, your age, nicknames, safe word, height, hometown, ethnicity, race, nationality, sexuality, pronouns, gender, language(s), positive traits, negative traits, habit, likes, dislikes, hobbies, and skills.
: ̗̀➛ relationships
when you enter this tab, it will take you to a screen that has a place where you can add family members, friends, pets, significant other(s) or 'other'. the other tab has you in it.
when you decide to add let's say a friend, you start off by adding their name. then there age, closeness, and appearance. you can follow that up by adding a photo of said friend. you can type in relationship dynamic, how you met, and extra info. the format is the exact same no matter the type of relationship aside from pets.
the pet section is a little bit different. you add their name, age, species, pet bed, size, and about them.
there is also a recorder option where you can move around the placements of these characters.
: ̗̀➛ scenarios
this includes upcoming scenarios that you had planned, past scenarios that you did while in your reality, desired upcoming scenarios that include no date but you want to do or have plans to do. finally, you have memories which has no date. these are things that you will automatically remember when in your dr.
it's just a brief section where you can type in a title and add as much as you want of details of that memory. you can add a photo and select if it has a date or if it is a past memory or not.
: ̗̀➛ calendar
this just has the date of your dr. you can also create events on specific dates. that's pretty much it, this section is short.
: ̗̀➛ diary
you can write diary entires. talk about your day, memories, anything that may make you feel closer to your dr. this section is also short.
: ̗̀➛ playlist
so is this one. you make a playlist. and link the playlist, whenever you open the playlist, you get a new tab that takes you to that playlist to listen. i use it to keep my shifting subliminal playlist, but you don't have to.
: ̗̀➛ hero/villain
this is a tab within a tab so i'm bolding it. the first tab is customize, but that feature is locked behind a paywall with a monthly subscription of $3.99. i will talk about the subscription later.
then you have powers. you type the name of it and what your powers do. you have weapons which have the same explanation as powers. missions means you can make your own missions.
then there is combat skills. you list your strength, speed, agility, intelligence, compatibility, stamina, and flexibility out of five. then you can add your backstory. it's a blank sheet where you can type it out.
next is costumes where you describe what your costume looks like.
ally team includes your team name, how well you work together, specific events and upcoming battles, and other details. you can also add relationships from your relationship section and names of that.
enemy team is relatively the same. a team name, specific events or battles, other details, and can once again, select relationship with each member.
finally, there is timeline which has a title and description. you can also add scenarios if needed.
thankfully, that is thee last feature about dr details and we can now move on to visualizations.

: ̗̀➛ visualizations ‧₊˚🖇️✩

this tab focuses all on the visual aspects of your desired reality. even if you can't visualize, you can still use these to get a good idea on what things will look like.
: ̗̀➛ appearence
you can add a hair claim, face claim, body claim, hand claim, voice claim, and specific features claim. personally, i think that the last one could be explained easily in body or face claim.
either way, when you press one of these tabs, you can type in a detailed description on what you look like. now, i didn't notice at first but all the way at the bottom will be a small section that says add photo to which you can go into your gallery and choose a photo for yourself on that specific claim.
: ̗̀➛ wardrobe
this section will include an area that says wardrobe. you press the giant + sign on the top right hand corner and it takes you to a section that says create wardrobe. all you gotta do is add a title and a description. once you do that, you click on the tab again and then add a photo of a specific outfit of yours. you can add multiple photos, move them around using the recorder option right next to photos.
: ̗̀➛ photo gallery
you can make multiple photo galleries , customize albums of different things relating to your dr.
: ̗̀➛ pinterest boards
here you can add the link to your pinterest board...and a title. that's about it.
: ̗̀➛ wallet
this does not connect to any funds in this reality. it's supposed to keep track of money in your dr. i find this feature a bit dumb tbh and seems to waste more time preparing to shift than actually shifting.
: ̗̀➛ outfits
again, this is the same as wardrobe but more customized. you can add each individual clothing item separately if you wanna do that.
: ̗̀➛ belongings
you add photos and a title of what you own and its sentiment. yeah.
: ̗̀➛ or self
it has a stick figure of you. you list your family, what they're doing, their location, and your action, mood, and location.
: ̗̀➛ music group dr
without paying, you can only add one music group and one album. there is a members tab but you need a monthly subscription in order to access it.
i use this feature in one dr to describe my favorite band to listen to and an album i like. if you wanna add more than one album, then you also need to pay,
: ̗̀➛ school app
this is a doozy and has multiple tabs so this will be rapid fire.
you have your student i.d. report card, schedule.
schedule contains period, subject, and teacher. your school in your dr. you can add a photo, location, mascot, colors, class song, traditions, and history of your school.
you can also add your school uniform if you have one. this includes daily uniform and gym uniform. you can add a school map and a yearbook (????????)
again, these are fine i think but the yearbook seems unnecessary, just script who is in your class with you.
also there's a teacher mode but you can only access that with payment.
: ̗̀➛ chat
you can make a chatroom. and roleplay as every single member in that chatroom...for some reason. i don't need to repeat myself here, you already know what i'm going to say.
: ̗̀➛ chat ai
this is locked behind a paywall. just use character ai, it's free and you don't have a limit of 200 messages per day.
: ̗̀➛ family tree
for some reason you can't add siblings. the only way to add siblings kinda is to make them have the same parents as you on a new family tree.
this is just so not necessary. just write down your siblings in your script. no need for your entire extended bloodline. the universe will figure that out.
: ̗̀➛ places
you add places in your dr.
: ̗̀➛ fame phone
you can make a knock off insta account, twitter account, a wikipedia, and a youtube. again, not needed. just shift. also the settings and notifications features are locked behind a paywall.

: ̗̀➛ group shifting

you need to convert your account into an online account. but you can connect with other people and plan to shift together as a group. for those that don't know, group shifting is where you and one or more people collectively decide to shift to the same dr as different people and basically share an experience in that dr.

: ̗̀➛ sharing

the exact same thing as above. except this time you can just share your dr. you need an account to access this feature. it can give others ideas on scripts, drs, or anything else of the sort. it can be a great way to connect with others.

𓍯𓂃ᥫ᭡.🩹 final thoughts 𓍯𓂃ᥫ᭡.🩹

i think some of its features are helpful! however, other parts of it can be very distracting from shifting. i almost felt like this was an oc maker rather than shifting app. some of these i think didn't need so many features. the amount of features there are is crazy. the features section alone i needed to divide into several sections because it took so much longer to get through than i initially thought. it took about two hours to review each of them and i had to take breaks in between. to a new shifter especially, this would be so overwhelming.
you don't need face claims, body claims, or special features claims. as long as you have a general idea of what you and your desired reality is like then you're fine. this is just gonna over complicate shifting and make it seem more fictional in a way. if anything, this makes you less connected to your desired reality since your focusing so much on this one.
it wouldn't be a waste to download it but i wouldn't recommend buying it. but if you do, then more power to you.
please stay safe and happy shifting ᥫ᭡

We find out gender this week. Hopefully Tuesday but likely Wednesday or Thursday…. If it’s a girl she will be Penelope Sage to match her sister Madelyn Jay (14months)… so I made a poll on boy names 😂 Help a girl out!
https://poll-maker.com/poll5194597x3c681ad1-156

In hindsight, I should have known something was wrong with The Caeles Academy of Acting.
Maybe the fact that it doesn't exist to the outside world.
This place prided itself on famous alumni it didn't actually name, and a once in a lifetime opportunity to work with the best in the business.
It's what I wanted.
More than anything.
After enduring four years of high school with barely a semblance of a drama club (we met every month, and our teacher was an alcoholic), and countless failed auditions, I was ready to take my acting career seriously. I had one year.
According to my parents, I had one year to make a living from my passion.
If it didn't work out, I would be on the first plane back to Connecticut.
It's not like they didn't trust me. I think they were just scared I wouldn't be able to financially support myself. So, I got a job right out of high school and slipped a year. Drama schools are expensive, and college’s are cut-throat on who they take on. I found Caeles Academy by accident–or, I guess it found me?
After researching cheap drama classes, auditions, academy’s, literally anything to progress my career, an ad popped up.
Not exactly flashy.
Just a date, a time, and a promise that they only take the best. I ignored it, but throughout the week, I started getting more ads. Just the words, “IMPRESS US - - JOIN CAELES ACADEMY NOW.”
Followed by, “BE WITH THE BEST, AND BE THE BEST. JOIN THE S CLASS NOW.”
When I googled the academy, nothing came up.
It didn't exist, at least on Google.
So, I gave up, clicking on the ad, which sent me straight to an application form.
I filled in my details as more of a joke. But I wasn't expecting to get an email back. Again, it was a time, a date, and that exact same tagline: “Impress us.”
However, Caeles Academy was different from what I imagined.
I was expecting a university building, or at least some modern structure.
Judging from their marketing and ads, I figured they could at least afford decent premises. Though I was mistaken. When I stepped out of the Uber, I found myself staring at what looked like an abandoned office tower, a red-brick monolith in the middle of nowhere.
Which was crazy, because I swore a girl wearing a bikini had strode through the doors, with nothing but her phone, and a coffee tucked under her elbow.
According to the text sent from the academy, the auditioning rooms were on the third floor.
Tipping my head back, the checkerboard of broken windows didn't exactly instil confidence.
Neither did the clunky set of automatic doors that took a while to open.
It was a summer's day, and the heat was already baking through my dress, sweat sticky on the back of my neck.
I wanted to make a good impression, but the heels were a little over the top.
Though I had also seen a girl casually walk in wearing a two piece bikini.
“Well?”
Freddie’s voice made me jump. I forgot I was on the phone to him.
After being excited the whole car-ride, already high on five coffees, I was silent.
If I perceived the ‘academy’ from an objective standpoint, it definitely looked like the perfect place to be brutally murdered. But my own personal opinion was it was.. okay.
“What's it like?”
I pretended not to see a rat scuttling under an old candy wrapper.
“It's… fine.”
“Just fine?”
I could hear the smirk in my friend’s tone. He couldn't wait to tell me it was a scam, and had been reminding me all week I was essentially willingly selling myself to the black market. I was stubborn, so, fine sounded better than my initial first impression.
Which was to turn around, walk away, and completely block the place from my memory.
Unfortunately, at that moment, I valued my pride over my awareness.
“It's… okay.” I said, trying to find positives. I was staring at a looming grey building with shattered windows and a resident rat living near the door.
I had a hard time figuring out how the girl from earlier had just casually strode inside, barefoot too. I glanced down at the ground, immediately regretting it.
Like there weren't bits of chewing gum and grime stuck to the concrete.
“Huh.” Freddie said, his tone creeping into teasing territory. “You're really selling it.”
“It just looks like a building,” I muttered, my gaze glued to the rat, who looked a little too comfortable.
Maybe it was a pet.
I was getting progressively more infuriated the more I stared down this place. Judging from the decades old writing ingrained into the door, it used to be a dentist surgery. “What do you want me to say?” I wasn't even trying to hide the scorn from my voice. “It's a building that looks like an academy.”
“Can you send a picture?” Freddie asked, “Ooh, wait, I'll face-time you.”
“That's, uh, that’s not really necessary–”
I was cut off, suddenly, when a guy threw himself through the automatic doors, palms first. He took two stumbled steps forwards, one back.
Lifting his head, half lidded eyes found the sky, before he dropped to his knees, heaving pinkish liquid.
I could see him trying to hold it in, slamming his hands over his mouth, only for it to splurge through his fingers, showering the ground in greyish pink froth.
Like he'd downed a bottle of Pepto Bismol.
Inching towards him, I realized it was Pepto Bismol.
The stink made my own stomach churn.
“Missy?”
I found my voice. “Uh, can I call you back later?”
Before my friend could answer, I ended the call, slipping my phone in my pocket.
The guy was still heaving, coughing up globules of pink.
“Are you okay?”
The sound of my heels click-clacking on concrete made me cringe. The guy noticed, flinching away. Closer, and I could see his scraggly blonde hair.
He was handsome.
Without the bile spewing down his chin.
Early twenties, wearing a fitted white shirt now covered in streaks of bright pink. Part of me wanted to make a half-hearted joke, but getting even closer, so close I could smell his pepto-breath, I noticed he was trembling, his hands clenched into fists.
When I attempted to awkwardly pat him on the shoulder, he twisted around, so fast my morning coffee slithered its way back up my throat.
His eyes were wide, almost feral, studying me like a wild animal.
I noticed the whites of his pupils were red, like he'd burst a blood vessel.
Theatre kids were intense, though I had never met THIS kind of intense.
“Are you… going in there?” The guy’s voice was a child-like whimper I wasn't expecting.
It looked like he was slowly regaining clarity, staring down at his filthy shirt, his hands stained bright pink.
I nodded, uncertainly, offering him my water. “Yeah. Did you audition?”
He shoved it away, slapping himself in the face. “I… I don't know.”
“You… don’t know?”
Suddenly, it was like something had contorted in his expression, a switch being pulled. I wasn't expecting him to twist around so fast. The guy slowly cocked his head, his lips breaking into a grin. His eyes, however, stayed the same.
“Of course I've auditioned.” He said, with a laugh.
“It was the best experience of my life!" His mouth formed an almost mocking frown.
“Unfortunately, I didn't make the cut. Which is a real shame. I'm sure Caeles would have benefited from my talents.”
What was weird, is that his mouth was moving, but he wasn't even looking at me, frenzied eyes caught in an oblivion I couldn't see.
When he did look at me, his expression crumpled all over again.
Pepto jumped to his feet, brushing himself down.
I couldn't take his over the top smile seriously, when his eyes were screaming, hollowed out caverns silently begging me to listen.
This guy was fucking crazy.
“Wait.” Pepto whispered, when I turned to walk away.
He pulled out his phone, tapping the screen before shoving it in my face.
I HAD SO MUCH FUN AT THE CAELES ACADEMY AUDITIONS :)
When I could only stare at him in confusion, Pepto’s gaze flicked to his phone, swiping bile from his lips.
His eyes went cartoon wide, like he couldn't believe what he himself was typing.
“That… that's not what I was trying to say!” He tried retyping it, but the guy was just writing strings of emoji hearts.
I didn't know what to say. I had dealt with rejection before, but I had never gone this far. Pepto was having a full on mental breakdown, his body shuddering, teeth chattering, blinking eyes and lips parting as if to speak, but choking on his words. When he started clawing out his hair, I took the opportunity to make a quick getaway.
Before I could make it to the doors, though, Pepto jumped in front of me, waving his phone directly in my face.
“Just…” he pointed at the screen. “It won't let me…” Growing frustrated with himself, he let out a wet sounding sob, clawing his fingers through his hair.
“Fuck, it won't let me…it won't let me type! It's not letting me type!”
By now, he had tufts of hair stuck between his fingernails. I don't know why his first reaction was to immediately try ripping his hair out.
A quick glance at my own phone reminded me of my audition that was in five minutes.
Meanwhile, I was dealing with what I was pretty sure was delusion, denial, or a mixture of both.
I was considering pushing past him, when Pepto’s phone screen hit me in the face. Again.
This time, though, there was coherent writing.
“FIND LUKE.”
“Luke?” I said. “Who's that?”
“Luke!” The guy was bouncing on the heels of his feet. “He's my…” Pepto drifted off, his eyes going vacant, as if I could physically see his brain being plucked from his skull. Pepto dropped his phone, and I grabbed it before it could hit the ground. His hands went to his curls, clawing, scratching, until he was drawing blood across his forehead.
“I… I don't know! I can't… I can't remember. Luke. He was my… he was my… I don't know, I can't… I can't–”
I stumbled back when he let out a shriek, scratching at his face.
“Fuck!” He whimpered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Pepto grabbed my shoulders, shaking me, his fingers digging into my skin.
“I don't know who he is.” He gritted out, pink froth pooling from his lips.
Pepto broke out into a sob. “I don't… I don't know who he is, but you can find him, right? You can… you can find…”
Again, he trailed off mid sentence, his hands going limp around my shoulders.
I managed to side step him, swallowing a cry.
“Yeah, I'll, um, I'll find him for you.”
Pepto backed away, suddenly, stumbling over himself.
His gaze found mine, vacant, like a baby deer.
“Find who?”
I didn't wait around to answer him, pushing through the doors and stepping inside.
The interior was unsurprisingly even worse than the exterior.
The elevator was broken, so I had to run up three flights of stairs.
I expected at least an attempt at an academy, even in the dregs of an old dentist surgery.
What I got, though, was a never ending staircase, obnoxious photos of teeth greeting me on every level.
The third floor was… less clinical.
I strode directly into a waiting room filled with college aged students, either sitting on plastic chairs, or standing around, rehearsing.
The room itself was cosy enough, a navy carpet and a TV playing a random Twitch stream.
Situated in the middle was a desk with a bored looking woman behind it.
Her smile was fake. I could understand her pain. She was stuck in a room with theatre kids all day.
“Sign here.” She prodded a sheet of paper.
I was convinced her voice was AI.
While I was scribbling my details, I took a moment to notice the stark difference from the kids entering the room, to the ones leaving. The kids entering wore wide, confident smiles and were social butterflies, chatting amongst themselves.
The kids leaving reminded me of pod people.
They left the room silent, in an orderly line with dazed smiles on their faces, like they weren't sure where they were.
I watched one guy walk directly into the wall instead of taking a left toward the exit, and a girl straight up just toppled down the stairs.
The kids waiting with me named them rejects.
I wasn't convinced until I glimpsed an empty bottle of Pepto Bismol sitting on the floor by the window.
Thinking back to Pepto, that made a lot of sense.
I was still dazedly staring at the bottle, when my name was called.
Jumping to my feet, I did my best to calm myself down, straightening my ponytail. Pepto had really screwed with my head. I could barely even remember the lines I had been rehearsing for a week straight.
I was muttering my lines to myself, when I stepped through the door.
The door that apparently turned you into a pod-person on the way out.
For a moment, I thought I was blinded by stage lights.
It was so bright.
The glow bathing me was clinical, stabbing into my eyes.
When I blinked, I found myself standing in front of three shadows sitting in front of me.
Their chairs were made of leather, far different from the plastic ones in the waiting room.
So, they did have filthy cash.
I was looking at one man, and two women.
They were… average?
I expected them to be more glitzier, but they were just regular people.
The man was in his late twenties, maybe early thirties, a stiff looking brunette wearing a suit and tie, one leg crossed over the other. His eyes were narrowed slightly, lips curved into the start of a smile. Like I amused him.
The women were polar opposites.
One of them was my Mom’s age, grey hair and floral clothing. She took a sip of water, her gaze burning into me.
Google told me not to be intimidated by their stares, but it was impossible.
These people were carving holes into my skull.
Sitting next to her, a younger girl who seemed to own the color red.
Her hair simmered, blood red, while she herself was sculpted in a dress, perfect cherry lips spread in a wide smile.
With a little too many teeth.
They studied my face like I was already theirs, drinking in every inch of me.
Freddie said I had to find a weakness in their expression and use it to my advantage.
If I could find the prick of a genuine smile, I could become their favorite.
“Hi!” I said. My caffeine intake was starting to take effect.
I didn't realize I was bouncing up and down until I caught myself.
Red’s smile stretched wider.
Maybe they liked my eagerness.
“My name is Misa.” I introduced myself, staying casual, keeping my arms by my sides. “I'm twenty one years old–”
I choked on my next words when Red spoke up. “Impress us, Misa,” Her voice was a smooth, almost seductive rasp, and I felt myself fall into it, enveloped in sugar that was too sweet, and yet I couldn't stop myself. She folded her arms across her chest, her gaze challenging me to do something different. To make her want me.
“Show us something we have never seen before.” She stood up, cat-like eyes narrowing, “Show us how desperate you are to join this prestigious class.”
I nodded, and began.
I had planned a whole monologue, practised it over and over again, forcing Freddie to judge me with a none biassed opinion.
I was three lines in, when Red started laughing.
“Stop.”
I did, my cheeks heating up.
She clapped loudly. Obnoxiously.
“Sweetie, oh, stop, you're adorable!”
She leaned forward, like I was something that entertained her, jostling her heeled foot. “We don't take amateurs. I think you need to go back to school.”
This woman was definitely a psychopath.
Empty eyes sparkling with a gleam that definitely enjoyed humiliating candidates, and a twisted smile that was a little too wide. Red made me want to crawl into the ground.
She made me want to turn around, leave the room, and quit my dream. I was aware of my own fury, my embarrassment turning my cheeks crimson. I matched her.
Maybe that's what she wanted all along. To wear the color of her victims.
Taking a shaky step back, I started to nod, started to agree, my mouth choking with the words, “You're right. I'm sorry for wasting your time."
I had never received proper constructive criticism from a professional standpoint.
Which meant I really did suck.
But I didn't move. I didn't want to move, and Red continued laughing, her companions sitting in silence.
The man rolled his eyes with a loud, exaggerated sigh.
Like I was boring.
The older woman pulled out her phone.
“Misa, you are…cute.” Red said. “But you're not quite what we are looking for.”
I wasn't sure I could admit it right there, but she made me feel things.
Like I was ignited.
Like I was going to prove this crazy bitch wrong.
I found my voice, strong and confident, despite my hammering heart.
“Give me another chance.”
Red’s lips curled. “So cute, Misa. Oh, sugar bear, It would be better if you left the room. Unless you want to embarrass yourself further! In that case, be my guest!”
She turned her attention to her nails, nudging the guy.
“Dinner?” She hummed. “I'm thinking of Italian. You are quite the wine connoisseur, Nicholas. Why don't you introduce me to your favorite?”
“Hey.” I blurted.
They ignored me, getting a little too close.
I don't know why I continued, reading my lines, screaming them, so I would be heard. I read them perfectly, and tweaked the genre from drama to romance, and then to horror. I became three different characters, a high school girl struggling with cancer, a final girl, and a woman going through a divorce.
I was fucking perfect.
But they weren't listening to me, caught up in their own conversation.
I tried again.
And again.
And again.
By now, I was on my knees, my fingers ripping into my hair. I was seeing red.
“We want originality, Misa,” Red said, sucking her teeth.
Her voice crawling into my skull was enough.
She still wanted me.
The thought polluted the back of my mind, taking a strangling hold. She still wanted me. When I lifted my head, Red wasn't looking at me, her gaze on the table grains. “Show us something new.”
I got to my feet, panting, my breath in my throat.
I became a screaming, strangled mess, a woman who lost her baby.
Red’s interest was piqued. Only slightly. Through my fraying vision, she slowly turned in her chair. “Again.” She clapped her hands, “Come on, Misa! We want new! We want never been fucking done before! Are you deaf?”
I couldn't stop the sobs escaping my mouth.
They lost interest again, right in the middle of my reading.
“Why can't you look at me?” I found myself spluttering.
When the man pulled out a bottle of water, I yanked off my heel and lobbed it at his face.
“Look at me!”
He did. Slowly. His gaze found me, for perhaps the first time.
Not as an amateur, but as a potential candidate.
Around the twentieth attempt, I started to laugh. Never been done before? I could feel my fingernails already in my scalp, clawing chunks of my hair out.
Reality contorted, and I felt myself drop to my knees. I was still laughing, spluttering, sobbing. I could still hear her in my head. Never Been Done Before. I started slowly, dragging my fingernails down my face until I felt the harsh sting.
“Again.” Red said, and her voice led me to stare down at my hands, at pinkish flesh glued to my bones, fleshy mounds that I had never realized was so thin.
So easy to tear. I didn't even feel it.
Only the sudden, unbridled euphoria of biting into my own skin, locking in my jaw, and ripping into myself.
When I tore it from the bone, warmth filled my mouth, and I was choking, guzzling down my own flesh, mulling it in my mouth and swallowing.
I can't remember how I got so deep, and why I didn't stop.
Why I didn't fucking scream.
But it didn't matter.
Red was standing up. She was clapping, her lips spread into a grin.
Her applause filled me with stars.
So, I ripped my hair from my scalp, a hysterical giggle escaping my lips.
She loved me.
I could see her jumping up and down, clapping.
Louder, and louder.
Her applause controlled me, twisting and contorting me into hers.
I didn't even think. I wanted to impress her, and doing this was doing just that.
My fingers were delving into my right eye socket, clawing my eye out. It didn't even hurt. Not with her thundering applause that was deafening, beautiful, an orchestra in my ears.
When I was semi conscious, my eye was crushed in my hand, but my vision was still mine, almost too clear. I could see streaks of red blurred between my lashes. My hair was caught between my fingers. But I wanted to do more.
When I stumbled to my feet, Red’s smile was so beautiful.
The man, however, looked horrified.
“Someone grab one of the successes,” Red’s voice was a shrill giggle, “Bring him in!” she clapped her hands together, and I spat out a fleshy thing. “I want to see them together! I want to see the future in front of us!”
Footsteps coming towards me in slow, shuddery thumps. I looked up, and a shadow was dancing around me.
When I slowly rose to my feet, I half realized I’d bitten my toe off. The shadow had a face, a boy who was younger than me. I think he used to have hair, but half of it was gone, half of it was still stuck between his fists. When I found his eyes, I found twin caverns instead.
Eyes that were still physically there, and yet there was no life.
No spark.
I was staring at a dead body, a flesh puppet who had lost his strings.
When he grabbed my hands, pulling me into a waltz, I caught a smear of scarlet trickling down the back of his neck. When I followed it upwards, his head was covered, slick, dripping with red.
Like me, he matched her too.
And he was beautiful, she told me, her push, her thunderous applause, guiding me into a waltz.
His feet moved, perfecting every step, and my foggy mind couldn't understand why. He matched my every move, the two of us floating across the floor.
My feet knew the steps before my mind.
How could he dance? I thought, dizzily.
How could he dance, when smeared scarlet followed his twisting, and turning and pirouetting feet?
Because underneath that swimming clinical light, the back of the boy’s head had been carved away, a perfectly sculpted cavern where his brain should have been. I could see the severed stem, where it had cleanly plucked out.
His fingers cradled in mine were wet. Swimming in blood.
His own blood.
Spinning round and around, I imagined myself as a princess.
I saw an 18th century ballroom lit up around us. Glittering smiles and glasses of champagne, long, flowing ball gowns.
I blinked, and my head was tipped back, gliding in blood once again.
When he pulled me to his chest, I stumbled, and a name came to light.
Luke.
I had found him.
Our finishing spin left me hard to breathe.
My body was broken, ripped into, and yet somehow not.
By the time we were finished, the two of us bowing, my mind was full of fog.
Cotton candy.
“Congratulations!” Red’s smile was inhuman, stretching right off of her face.
“You're in the S class!”
I was led through a door that wasn't the one I entered from. Inside the room were a dozen or so students, kneeling on the floor. They were missing parts of themselves, like unfinished puzzle pieces.
I dropped onto my knees next to a girl without a head. I could only see her torso, but I knew she was smiling.
Looming over us, was the goddess Athena drenched in blood that was still wet.
Dripping, pooling from every crevice of her dress.
Looking closer, this statue was moving.
Something sickly crept into my mouth.
Her right eye was human, a twitching eyeball sandwiched inside the stone.
It didn't match her. It was wrong, horrifying, like a painting, a real human eye struggling to focus on us.
And then, my own gaze found the statues head, where a real human brain had been forced inside perfect white, pink, greyish mush dripping down the sculpted, slender neck.
I could see where it had been pushed, pulverised through the stone.
The statue’s singular eye found me.
Its dancing pupil jumped up and down.
Before it blinked.
Next to me, Luke was on his knees, as if in prayer.
I can't remember leaving the room.
I just remember running.
Back down the stairs, stumbling, staggering over myself.
I was screaming by the time I reached the doors.
They opened, as usual.
But I couldn't get through. I tried, but I was slamming into something I couldn't see.
Pepto was still waiting outside. The sky was dark.
When he saw me, he stumbled over, slamming his hands into the glass.
I couldn't even understand myself. I was just fucking screaming.
Pepto held up his phone.
“DID YOU FIND HIM?”
I shook my head.
“No.” I lied.
I can't tell him the truth. I don't even know what it is.
“I can't get out!”
Pepto nodded slowly, typing something and showing me his phone.
I'm getting you both out of there. I think I know how I can get inside.
It's been 3 days, and Pepto is yet to return.
I’ve tried multiple times to cry out for the H word. But it won't let me type it.
Please H me. I need to get out of this place.
Fuck. Get me OUT OF HERE.
Classes start tomorrow.

Prompt: The Variants of Vampires. Think of an alternative vampire that survives on something other than blood. Write a story or scene based on this character.
As the sun faded over the horizon, Vlad’s eyes opened slowly. A sigh escaped his cold lips, and he stretched his long legs onto the red velvet lining of his coffin. Another day has come. He thought sadly, as he had everyday for last 206 years.
He checked his timepiece in the left chest pocket of his silk pajamas, 8:36 p.m. Thankful for the spring sun that set earlier than it would in the coming months, he pushed on the heavy hardwood lid of his resting place. With a creak the wood swung open, landing heavily to the side. While a modern coffin would no doubt be lighter, and easier to open every evening, this one was sentimental to him. As he had been buried in this exact coffin 206 years ago, at 35 years old.
With a heavy sigh, Vlad rose and climbed onto the step that sat beside his coffin. His stomach rumbled, and he knew he had no choice but to venture to the kitchen of his estate home. With his head hung low, he began to undress.
You see, Vlad was not like other vampires. His long life was full of loneliness, even for one who was undead. When he had first been turned by his Maker he was optimistic, excited even, for the wonders of the world he would be able to see. With no time limit, no fear of death, and an infinite supply of food walking the earth- the possibilities stretched before him like the vastness of the night sky.
However, Vlad was unable to satiate the hunger that filled him, that turned him into a ravenous beast, night after night. The mere thought of blood churned his stomach, much to his Maker’s chagrin.
Isabel was her name. Even the thought of her filled him with longing. Her had loved her once, and she him, until they learned the truth: Vlad could not be sustained by blood, but one of the things that all Vampires feared: Garlic. Of all things. The thought still flooded him with embarrassment, even after more than two centuries of living as a Vampire.
He climbed the steps from his dirt cellar, whose entrance lay hidden behind a false door that led into the Master bedroom of his estate. He lifted the heavy wooden lever that would propel the door open to his closet. The clever vault disguised by many shelves of his expensive leather shoes. He kept an armoire near his coffin for convenience, as sometimes he awoke before the sun had set. A terrible habit he picked up 50 years prior.
He wound his way from the closet into the room, down the long hallway, and the curved staircase to the first floor. His heavy footsteps echoed eerily in his quiet manse, as his staff had already left at the end of their workday, thinking that he was abroad on business. A ruse which was quickly growing thin. Soon I shall have to replace my staff again, how much easier this dreary life would be if I could simply drink from them. He mused.
Vlad had no excitement for the night, as even the mere smell of his skin repulsed those of his kind. He was unable to rejoin his coven, the one that he had briefly reveled in. Expensive goblets of crisp red blood he could not drink, dances and guests from around the globe each night, the women with their necks adorned with jewels, some thought long lost to the mortals of the world, but safely stashed in the secret rooms of the elites of the Vampire world. The men in their black tuxedos, fashionable hairstyles and long white teeth often exposed in laughter. His tenure in his coven had been short, merely days, but it had been a lifestyle he mourned. He and Isabel had tried to make things work… But this train of thought was far too painful, and his stomach panged once again, so he quickened his steps and focused once again on his coming meal.
He made his way into the back kitchen, not the formal kitchen he would have likely entertained Isabel in (if he was a “normal” Vampire), but into the staff kitchen where the fridges were, and food was prepared and stored. Rows and rows of dried garlic bundles hung from the exposed wooden beams, all harvested from the garden on the grounds.
Vlad once again rued his life, as he wished the preparation of his meal didn’t fall to him each night. But he reached up and took down a bundle, released a corm from its tight knot, and sat at the stool at the quartz countertop, grabbing for one of his Japanese Damascus knives that made his task of slicing his garlic head easy.
Briefly inspired, Vlad decided a garlic comfit would be nice, and he got to work.

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Final Forms of The Heroes and villains.
Sophia Mendoza: Also known as Wildstar, her final form is having her long straight brown hair turn into curled brown hair with rainbow streaks. She has a rainbow rope on her hip and she wears an ombre rainbow tracksuit. She also now possess rainbow powers along with her light powers.
Trent Lennox: also known as Hades EmbeHades, his final form is his long black hair streaked with bright neon blue streaks and he has blue flames around him. His necklace Is a bright blue ember that has a strong chain cage so it can’t be touched(with the exception of Sophia’s light powers) he also wears a bright blue flame tracksuit and now has the addition of hades’ powers to add to the powers in which he already possessed.
Alejandro Cortez: formerly known as Dark Heart Stone, changed his name to Cyclone Slayer, his final form is long brown hair with a pony tail and variants of red streaks(brick red, normal red, neon red and bright red). He wears a brick red hoodie with neon red and red flames on the sleeves and a bright red cyclone on the front of the shirt with matching red sweatpants. He also obtains the powers of fire and storms
Courtney Satella: Also known as Zodiac Princess, her final form is short brown hair with purple streaks and she wears a purple track suit with a flowy purple skirt(kinda similar to what princess courtlyn has) and has zodiac signs flying around her and she obtains the powers of animals.
Heather Kasuga: also known as Toxic Glitter Bomb, her final form is her long black hair now glitter black and She now wears a long sleeve glitter red cropped hoodie and green glitter shorts with red and green glitter surrounding her. Her glitter powers are much stronger than they were before and she also has a glitter rope on her side.
Lia “Lala” Mendoza: Also known as Nebula, her final form is long dark brown curls and galaxy sound waves surrounding her. She wears a galaxy milkyway tracksuit and has a just in case bag for any emergencies.
Julia Andrews: Also known as Galaxy Flame, her final form is similar to cyclone slayer’s, having a pink hoodie and matching sweats with purple flames on it and a milkyway on the hoodie. She now possess space powers and Has lightning bolts as well. And she also has a milkyway surrounding her
Gwendolyn Ingrid: introducing Gothic Blackout! After a year of Absence, our group finds that there is much more threats coming to Westchester, new York, and one of those threats goes by the name of gothic blackout. With the ability to control darkness and dark art magic, she’s a strong for that can’t be stopped. With her long midnight blue and teal curled hair and excessive amounts of piercings and necklaces, she also wears a midnight blue cropped hoodie with a matching mini skirt and black jacket around her waist. She also has dark shadows surrounding her whenever she’s in her villain form.
Justin Kalani: introducing not only the leader of a whole new brand of heroes, but also the leader of mankind like in the Greek stories, it’s Andromeda. Like the Greek tales, he’s known for being extremely attractive where nobody can’t stand his beauty, but other than that our courageous leader also happens to possess the powers of fire and water (despite water being something that killed andromeda in her Greek tale, which is ironic when you think about it). He wears a teal hoodie with water fire sleeves and matching pants with water swirling around him.
Maximillian “MAX” James: introducing….. *laughing noises* Comedic Relief. Don’t let his name fool you though, he possess great dark powers, that’s all.
Lindsay Top: introducing the beautiful sidekick of Andromeda, it’s Godiva Echo! Known for her powerful echoes and angelic wings, she’s a pink loving diva that can’t be stopped. Her whole outfit is pink (think Lindsay’s pjs) and she has light pink streaks in her hair.
Isabelle Connelly: also known as E-scope, her final form is her long orange curls are longer and she has light green bombs surrounding her. She wears a light green hoodie with a matching sarong and tall green boots.
Zoella Smith: also known as “the sister with a huge secret” and Commando, her final form is short bold red hair out of it's pigtails with a red headband and black war paint on her face and a shock collar around her neck. She wears a red cropped hoodie with tan shorts and long red boots.
Adrienne “Aiden” Carson: introducing Luna Shadowglow. With the ability to control shadows and dark magic, Luna is a very threating villain. Luna wears a red hoodie with black sweats and has black magic swirling around him. It surprises everyone when they find that Luna is a guy, not a girl. Luna is the leader of the new band of villains.
Samantha “Sammy” Roberts: introducing Angelic Girl! Dressed in a beautiful flowy white dress with yellow hearts on it and angel wings and a halo, you can already guess what her powers are (if not, Angelic powers, which include flying, light powers and the ability to mirror anything)
Ella Harper: introducing Princess Snow Flurry! Dressed in a pink flowy dress with snowflakes on it, she has snow swirling around her and possess the powers of snow, ice and icicles. She also has the power to sing to animals in case she would ever need to, that includes without her trying sometimes.
Bridgette Summers: formerly known as Carvers Stone, changed her name to Morgana Darkfire. Her final form is a blonde ponytail with baby blue ends and tips, she wears a turquoise wet suit with a skirt that represents morgana’s six legs, and she has water powers to go along with her stone powers.

I'm going to try to translate those top comment from Hupu for MSI, I might skip some of them as they are Chinese internet memes that I've no idea how to translate, and those comment related to Honor of Kings, a popular league like mobile game made by Tencent.
The rating is user poll generated, you can give a rating between 2 and 10, and average is used. A total of 725k people participated in this series' rating.
Hupu rating is an in APP feature so it doesn't really have a link, but here is the post match thread for the match, and on the top there is an link you can click on that get you to that page. link

MATCH 1: BLG vs. T1

Bilibili Gaming

	Player Rating	Top Comment
Bin Twisted Fate	9.8	This is our BLG's double marksman!
Xun Xin Zhao	8.3	Good tempo, but what give you the confidence to so steal blue by yourself?
Knight Taliyah	9.7	This game Trist kept getting fed kills, while you are the one controlling the tempo of the game, and give all the kill to your teammates, you are the true MVP of this game.
Elk Kalista	3.7	This game just treat Kalista like Tahm Kench.
ON Renata Glasc	9.6	"I didn't say you could go, did I?"
BigWei	5.5	Don't ban Nid against Gen.G but ban it against T1, are you drunk?

T1

	Player Rating	Top Comment
Zeus K'Sante	6.0	I often think what if Sang-hyeok brother is 10 years younger.
Oner Sejuani	3.8	Tarzan: I logged on.
Faker Tristana	2.8	Hey bro, maybe you should go tryout for the Old Guy Cup.
Gumayusi Senna	3.6	That herald in the baron pit, directly give BLG a way to go in, pure comedy.
Keria Nautilus	7.9	Looks a bit red from player cam.
kk0ma	3.4	Kenzhu: I'm going to keep picking Neeko next game.

MATCH 2: BLG vs. T1

Bilibili Gaming

	Player Rating	Top Comment
Bin K'Sante	8.9	So weird, you are the most in form, but bot lane is getting the highest priority.
Xun Wukong	3.5	You the only one pick Wukong this whole MSI, and last time you tried you got giga gapped, why pick it again, J4 and Xin would be so much better.
Knight Neeko	8.6	Not your fault, same like last series against Gen.G, bot feed a lot of kills and then blame you invisible.
Elk Varus	2.6	You were not human in any of the recent games.
ON Kalista	2.7	If you keep playing like this, I'm gonna go watch KPL.
BigWei	2.7	BigWei and rest of the coaching stuff come out and face the flame, why are you so focused on strong lanes, didn't you learn. Don't waste so many ban for mid, just tell left hand be more confident and pick a tempo champ, don't always think about laning. Pick some engage champ like Naut, Rell, Alistar, Camille for On, Xun could pick carry jungle like Nid or Kindred if there are engage already, else just pick J4, Sej, Maokai, Wukong. Bin watch out for Zeus last pick counter pick, don't be cocky, BLG fighting, please win this!

T1

	Player Rating	Top Comment
Zeus Camille	8.7	Using the T1 formula, if Zeus can carry, this game will be a stomp.
Oner Sejuani	8.7	You tempo is so good, so why are you kept picking Viego.
Faker Akali	7.1	Dude, what use do you have? I mean seriously, you are not really useful.
Gumayusi Draven	9.3	Why kept picking me Senna, am I weaker than them?
Keria Ashe	7.4	If you didn't ult the real Wukong, that last fight will turn out different.
kk0ma	6.8	No difference compared to Ham. (Laker coach.)

MATCH 3: BLG vs. T1

Bilibili Gaming

	Player Rating	Top Comment
Bin Twisted Fate	9.9	Fine red wine glitters in a jade chalice that glows in the night, next card will be a ace of heart. (The first part is a famous Chinese poem "葡萄美酒夜光杯", and the second part rhymes with that in Chinese.)
Xun Xin Zhao	9.2	That flash for flash at top was so critical, as a Yasuo main I felt the pain.
Knight Annie	9.8	Knight: Yagao, I don't know what to do. Yagao: ZhuoDing, maybe its time for Annie.
Elk Senna	9.5	WE.Jiumeng, UP.ELK, BLG.Husband is fighting for control of the body, husband is winning right now. (past name and nickname for Elk.)
ON Ornn	9.7	Gift a kill when fountain diving, champion at karma.
BigWei	7.7	Wow, did you just first pick Senna? (This was a 1 star rating comment, probably made right after the draft.)

T1

	Player Rating	Top Comment
Zeus Yasuo	2.5	Come duo with me, I'm silver, my username is weird top. (It is the name for a steamer 霸哥 that is known for been bad，farming under tower, and possibly using 3rd party software to cheat.)
Oner Nidalee	2.8	Oner: Nidalee, I don't know what to do now. Nidalee: What, who are you again?
Faker Zac	2.8	This Zac pick is like a summary of T1, once Faker dies, four turd pop out.
Gumayusi Kalista	2.8	So you are really an egg, either fried egg, or egg drop soup. (Those are dishes in China, and dish is called 菜, which also means bad when used in league.)
Keria Nautilus	2.9	OP
kk0ma	3.1	Kenzhu:Hmm, did you reuse your old password? 1557, such an easy password.

MATCH 4: BLG vs. T1

Bilibili Gaming

	Player Rating	Top Comment
Bin Twisted Fate	9.6	Tried your best.
Xun Vi	2.4	Fully responsible.
Knight Corki	7.2	When Chovy's Corki had an advantage, his teammate didn't decide to int.
Elk Varus	3.5	You finally got you condition under control, your jungler's is acting up again.
ON Nautilus	6.6	OK I guess, the support Naut is the only one that could face check.
BigWei	3.2	Xun's Vi, Elk's Varus, game is GG at BP.

T1

	Player Rating	Top Comment
Zeus K'Sante	8.0	Showmaker.jpg.
Oner Viego	8.5	Oner: Viego, I don't know what to do now. Viego: Who are you? Oner: I'm Zhao "JieJie" Li-Jie, don't turn around to look.
Faker Aurelion Sol	6.5	Head scratcher, inted at least 4 times.
Gumayusi Senna	8.3	Your ult is so clutch, so many key shields.
Keria Ornn	8.1	I upgrade based on age, Zeus sad :C.
kk0ma	6.0	Kenzhu: You still haven't change your password yet, I get to pick Senna and Asol again.

MATCH 5: BLG vs. T1

Bilibili Gaming

	Player Rating	Top Comment
Bin Camille	9.9	Best top in the world, LPL's pride, you deserves it!
Xun Xin Zhao	7.6	Your entire purpose this game is to facecheck.
Knight Neeko	9.7	Watching you whole game, you were laughing the whole game.
Elk Senna	9.3	I think I kinda get LCK's love for Senna now, and your Senna last year G5 against Gen.G, maybe Senna is actually good.
ON Ornn	9.8	Everyone is even before Letme.
BigWei	5.7	So dumb, I guess you've made enough money and want to retire, how did you BP like this?

T1

	Player Rating	Top Comment
Zeus K'Sante	2.8	Now you really became Bin's son.
Oner Viego	2.6	Viego: Wait, your are not Zhao "JieJie" Li-Jie, byebye.
Faker Taliyah	3.2	Faker, now its time to wake up from the sweet dream.
Gumayusi Varus	2.8	A kid came to T1, his Varus is flying. (A copy pasta for TheShy, original one is something like: A kid came to WE, his Riven is flying. It was an compliment, but in this case Guma's Varus was literality in the sky.)
Keria Nautilus	2.6	That flash hook clone is a bit cringe.
kk0ma	4.1	Password too hard, let me try other side's.

Shabbat Shalom everyone,
Last week, we looked at some verses that support veganism. In Genesis we can read that man and beast were commanded to eat herbs, seeds and fruits from the start of creation. After the flood, then the animals are permitted to consume themselves. In Isaiah we see the picture of a new earth where the animals also return to consuming plants. Another good reason I find to be vegan is the example of Daniel and his friends; they chose not to defile themselves with the flesh of the animals and the wine of the King of Babylon because they were offered to other gods. Not to the God of Abraham, Isaack and Jacob.
My reasons for becoming vegan were at the start to support my wife, but ultimately, I ended up getting more benefits. Doing no hurt is a great bonus too. As a type 1 diabetic, I used to struggle to control my blood sugar, but when I stopped consuming the flesh of animals, my insulin consumption reduced by half and I was “cured” from neuropathy and arthritis. Within a week, I noticed significant changes. The arthritis was so bad in my shoulders and hips that I though I was down and out for the count in my early fifties. The arthritis took about 3 months to disappear, first in my hands and feet, then even the most chronic in my shoulders and hips. Even the rheumatologist preached to me the benefits of a vegan diet to help counter the arthritis. She preached to me that eliminating flesh from my diet would reduce my ailment to a manageable status without drugs and she was right. I thank Yah for the new lease on life. All these pleasant results were done without any drugs or medications. I’m a believer!
Plant based whole foods can make a real difference. Try the 10-day vegan challenge, and like Daniel, his friends, and myself you will look better and have a better countenance just like they did while in Babylon (Daniel 1:15). Enough on that, let me change to a different kind of witness.
God speaks to his people, no matter where or who they are. He might speak through a prophet, like Moses or Yeshua. He speaks to his people through visions and dreams. He speaks in plain words sometimes. He even speaks to the false prophets who claim to speak in his name. What is the difference between a believer and a doubter? The difference is when God calls, the believer listens. The doubter instead of listening, will raise more questions: Did I really hear that? Did the Creator of the Universe speak to me? What can I do to make a difference?
Can doubters be believers. No, they can’t. Doubters and believers are contradictions in terms. If a believer is still on the fence so to speak, he or she is not a believer. If we pick and choose what we accept and reject in the Torah or in Yeshua’s teachings, we are still on the fence and didn’t choose which side we are on. Doubt is from the father of lies. Doubt is the weapon of choice in disinformation campaigns. We are exposed to these every day through the media, advertising and the propaganda of the for-profit corporations of the world.
They will say things like “Use this product and you will _______________ (insert your greatest desire in this blank)”. The blank can be filled with: popularity offers, or worse shaming a person for not having the right hair, color, mood, car: whatever. All of which are untrue. For profit corporations have been deceiving the masses since they found out that by associating themselves with the popular elites of the world, through sports personalities, social media influencers, even politicians, they can profit from their followers by association. For example, they will pay a celebrity to endorse their own brand. The celebrity will then lie to their own followers saying things like “I always wear this brand.” Or “I drink this brand”. The follower or fan then sees their idol, and then imitate him or her. Happens billons of times every day that an idol makes a product more popular, and the product fills the pockets of the corporation that created it. That’s capitalism. Fooling the masses by lies, half-truths, and doubts.
I wonder how much Donald Trump is paid every time he flashes a Diet Coke or shows up at McDonalds? One thing is certain, he doesn’t do it for free. Everything about the man, even the presidency was for his own gain, and not for the people he was supposed to represent. Even turning clemency into a risk to the people by releasing convicted perpetrators for a price.
Yeshua teaches us that we need to love one and hate the other (Luke 16:18). Idols profit only the idol makers of the world. Elohim gives to his people gifts greater than gold and silver. Ask the Father to give you these. If you’re sincere, He will answer.
Don’t take it from me! Prove all things and judge for yourself. Let the spirit lead you where it wants you to be.
Faith in God’s promises brothers and sisters. Let’s not bend to the ways of the world. Instead of bending, let us be broken instead.
Yeshua is our master, savior and rabbi, we need no other man to lead us!
Shalom, VN

Hello there's a game called Mario The Music Box Remastered, the game is made in RPG Maker XP but uses a custom file by the name of .ari (wich is just a encrypted .rgssad file but without the rgssad string in the hex code) the only way to overwrite it with a rgssad string is to reverse engineer the whole file, i tried asking on the games official discord server one person said that they and they're friend made a decrypter that extracts here's what they say on how it's done: "it uses some fiddling with the header and xor encryption" when i asked if could get access to it they said: "no, thanks"
Also the devloper (not developers because there's only one programmer that does everything except for the art, story, and music) uses they're own custom tools: https://twitter.com/Team_Ari_Games/status/1211626231025684480

Throwaway account just in case.
Background: I'm a U.S. Citizen trying to get a job in Vancouver, B.C., Canada with the intention of getting my Permanent Resident permit. I know that sponsoring foreign workers is usually a lengthy task, but under the Canada-United States-Mexico Trade Agreement (CUSMA, formerly NAFTA), engineers can get an expedited work visa without a complicated Labour Market Impact Analysis, which means a lot less work and a faster hiring process for the employer.
I've applied to about 30 jobs so far, got rejections from 11 and ghosted by the rest. Any advice?
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