Not a super bad horror story but one that’s followed me for a while.
I started playing tabletop games around 14 years ago and I’m honestly surprised I still love them with the way I was treated at first. So I met a guy who introduced me to a group because he heard I wanted to try out roleplaying games. I had dabbled a bit in middle and high school but nothing stuck so hearing I had another chance made me really excited. He went on and on about his Shadowrun game and how all of his friends had stories about their characters and how they’d been playing for years. That really excited me because I wanted to be apart of a long running campaign and really develop a cool character. So he gets me involved and I thought that I had made friends with a really cool group of people.
First session happens and I come up with a slick talking face for the group who focused on being a getaway driver. Unfortunately some bad decisions and rolls later and he ends up getting gunned down trying to protect the group during our first run. Honestly it was a bit disheartening but then understood this was part of the game and just shook it off because everyone told me “that’s just part of the game.” I still had a really good time.
I really wished I knew what was coming.
Fast forward a bit and I got to play a new character but our GM wanted to try a new game and enter Scions.
For those of you not familiar, it’s a really fun game where all the PC’s play children of Gods from a bunch of different pantheons. You can also make your own birthrights to make magical items and such to give your characters a bonus.
My first one was a street tough who was a follower of Baron Samedi. A dude who was all about causing havoc and having fun. No one really involved him or liked him so I just took it up as me being new and trying too hard. So when the time came I made another character.
This one was a doctor who really wanted to help every single person who he could regardless of income and became a child of Athena and my plan was play him as a more passive character. So a point came up where a bunch of skeletons where stuck in the river stix which was transferred in this sewers. Nothing was working so I tried to “heal” the river. Bad idea but what else could we do? It ended up with my character’s arms being turned into bone. Another character down and the laughter ensues. Okay, yeah not the best idea but I tried.
That was when it all started. Everyone thought it was hilarious when I died and then made it a point to kill me whenever they could. A tank character? Oh here’s a magical being that kills you with one blow and vaporized you. A fighter? Oh he got past your armor and cuts you in two.
It got so bad that during Christmas another player made a bag for me that said “Make a New Character” with a reticle on a person’s head as if they were being targeted. Everyone laughed and so did I to not make a scene but I kept asking what was wrong with me or my characters.
I carried that with me for years that I was bad at games until I realized it was just a bad group. They bullied me constantly with so many work arounds and rules breaking to make a joke at my expense.
These days I tend to be the forever GM and always and I always remember those moments and try my best to be fair when it comes to my player’s characters because I still remember how much that hurt

There is a huge loan repayment problem happening in the US right now, and many different ideas for how to fix it. I have spent time researching and debating the best way to ensure that college is both affordable and accessible. I came across a well structured post that details the optimal way to structure repayment, and why it is superior to other proposals, such as free college or loan forgiveness. I will be using their collected data for my post as well.
First, we need to understand who is suffering under the current system. Contrary to popular belief, it isn’t graduates with high debt who are the most at risk of default, but rather those with low balances who are college dropouts, or only hold an associates degree. This makes sense once we remember that the benefits of being a college dropout or having an associates degree are not much better than just being a highschool graduate, except that they still have loans to pay.
IDR Scheme
This brings me to my solution for the problem, Auto-Enrollment in a broad Income-Driven Repayment Scheme. For simplicity, this IDR scheme functions as an insurance against bad labor market outcomes caused by college, and the repayment that comes with it. This means it will be designed in a way that doesn’t require any repayment if their salary is below a certain point, or if they drop out of college. Here are the specifics of the program:

• College Dropouts are fully forgiven
• An exemption level equal to the median income of an associate holder (48.6k as of 2023)
• The repayment period would last around 20 years
• Payments are otherwise set based on income
• The entire program is self-funding through payments, no tax funds needed.

(The repayment period is set for 20 years, that way those who didn’t substantially benefit from college over their life will be forgiven after a set period of time.)
Moral Hazards

• Won’t graduates wait out the 20 years before getting any high paying jobs?

Palacios (2014) points out that wages have significant path dependency, meaning that in order to obtain high paying jobs, you have to first make your way through a variety of different jobs that have different wages. This is why job pages will often have a requirement like “X years of increasingly responsible work experience”.

• Won’t students with low effort/ expectations go to college knowing they can dropout?

There are costs stemming from this, as the author of the cited post notes. The author notes that the welfare benefits of forgiving dropouts vastly outweighs the potential costs.
Why not free college?
This is likely a question that most will ask or cite as a better alternative, so I believe it deserves its own section so I can go in depth why it isn’t optimal.

• Free college isn’t as progressive

Even with extremely progressive taxation, free college is at best mildly progressive. An IDR scheme is easily much more progressive, and doesn’t involve wealth transfers to graduates with high average earnings.

• Free college consists of mostly private benefits

Many will justify free college by its public benefits for society. While there are some public benefits with increased education, the author notes that the vast majority of the benefit is private. Free college is inherently wasteful because of this private benefit, and doesn’t promise that education attainment will increase (see next point).

• Free college will become a public expense, subject to politics.

Many will say that free college will have high quality education if it is funded properly, but that exposes a huge problem with free college, it becomes an entire budget that will be subject to constant change when politics change. The proposed IDR scheme is self-funding and financially solvent, and can be adjusted to remain financially solvent. The reason free college in SA is often low quality, requires highly competitive tests, and often consists of crammed lecture halls is because of politics and financing.
Conclusion
This post will undoubtedly create confusion as well as criticism for not adhering to what most social democrats believe in, but I am more than welcome to clarify specific points and why I think social democrats should start supporting this system instead. I recommend that you check out the post linked in the introduction to clear up any confusion about the actual data.

Title.
How do you guys build and rp both characters separately? For me, I always use save game editor to make The Exile the large body type, high strength and dual wield, usually snarky and a reluctant hero, rarely talks about past events. A bit of a fuck up. Went sentinel/marauder to reflect being unable to get past the Mandalore conflict with force powers focused mostly on self buffs and force negating/draining to reflect being a wound in the force
Whereas for Revan I started with scout so got a medium body type and was far more mission focused, light side and traditionally heroic. Started with Blasters before moving to a single lightsaber and force powers (consular) reflecting his strong control of the force.
What about yall?

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.
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. I was excited the whole car-ride, already high on five coffees, and now 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 said, 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, and lifted his head, half lidded eyes on the sky, before dropping to his knees and heaving up pinkish froth. 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 own 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, and she started clapping.
“Sweetie, oh, stop, you're adorable!” She said, her lips curving into a cruel smirk.
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 tweaking 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 pulled 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.
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 bring in the 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.

I am a double bassist in my freshman year, I am currently thinking about doing a music major on string bass but I want to learn a secondary instrument in high school to have fun and get a feel for what would be practically the opposite of what I usually play, I am debating choosing between a couple band instruments and I want to know, Why did you play oboe in high school and how do you feel about your experience?

I understand that this is highly unlikely, but I figured it doesn't hurt to throw the idea out there.
There was a very obvious mismatch with supply and demand with the convention this year. In the weekly update, Brandon said that in the first hour alone they had 10000 people trying to get 7500 tickets. This is just the number of people who showed up in the first hour, not including others who may have been working or asleep at the time.
As we have learned, the current convention dates are constrained by whatever other events are going on at Salt Palace on Dec 5-7. Adding more people to the current schedule will be over capacity and is not an option. Additionally, adding too many people could diminish the experience if it gets too crowded.
But what if instead of adding more people, we added more days? While it's still unclear what the schedule is for the other event(s) at Salt Palace that weekend, there may be some gap in the event schedule in the following week. For example, if the event space is not booked on the Monday and Tuesday of the following week, those days could be booked and another round of tickets could be sold for the "Dragonsteel B" days. Perhaps another "release party" for Wind and Truth could even be held for those that couldn't make it to the original "Dragonsteel A" convention.
Benefits to this:
More sales for Dragonsteel - Considering there were at least 2500 other people just at the initial ticket drop who couldn't get tickets, it would be very easy to sell a large number of tickets for Dragonsteel Nexus B days, possibly doubling revenue from tickets alone.
More sales for vendors - More days means more customers, which means more sales
More tourism dollars for SLC - encouraging more people to travel to SLC during this time will help boost the local economy
More concrete numbers to know future demand for Dragonsteel Nexus - This would be a better way to gauge how much space will be needed in future years.
Possibilities to trade tickets between the original date tickets and B date tickets for the people who wanted to go as a group and got split up - I have been seeing a lot of posts on the subreddit about people who wanted to go with friends, but the group got split up because some people were able to get tickets while others weren't. In these situations, people could trade A day and B day tickets via the escrow service so that they can go together with their friends and family.
Crowds - Adding extra days prevents the overcrowding problem that Brandon mentioned in his weekly update.
Discourage scams - If more tickets are available, this will lessen the likelihood of people who are desperate to get tickets from falling for scams.
Compensate for technical difficulties with tabletop.events - Even if you showed up at the initial ticket release, you may not have gotten tickets because of technical difficulties with the website. This will give those people another chance.
Encourage positive relationship with Salt Palace - Fans would be incredibly grateful to the convention center if they were given an opportunity like this.
More happy fans - Since we all want to be there to experience such a big event for this community.
Possible Downsides:
Planning - Would definitely require more planning, but hopefully the additional revenue from the extra tickets and merchandise sales would compensate for this
Availability of Panelists - Inevitably, not all panelists would be able to make it for the extra days. This could be remedied by making the B day convention shorter (ie make Dragonsteel B just 2 days instead of 3)
Labor - Adding on extra days would require extra labor hours. However, given how important this event is, it would not be surprising if there are a large number of people willing to volunteer at the convention to make this work.
Inventory - some goods might get sold out during Dragonsteel A that people from Dragonsteel B would want. Perhaps there is time between now and the actual convention to make extra inventory to accommodate for more people? Additionally, while buying the goods is great, I am sure that many people would be happy just to be there even if there was not as large of a selection of merchandise.
Convention Space Bottleneck - All this would still hinge on the availability of space at Salt Palace and whether they would be willing to have that space be used.
Conclusion:
Can't pretend that this is a perfect solution to the current problem. However, given the circumstances, there really was no perfect solution. That being said, adding extra days for a "Dragonsteel B" would lead to thousands of satisfied fans, more revenue for all parties hosting and selling at the event, more flexibility for people wanting to go in groups, and more concrete information to predict the number of people attending in future years. While it would be tricky logistically, flexibility with the scheduling and inventory could account for this. Overall, this solution would require some flexibility on the part of Salt Palace and those in charge of the convention, but it will undoubtedly be a profitable move that will satisfy thousands of fans.

I’m not sure what to do. Today I felt my husband’s fuse was short. He was impatient and snapped at our 8 year old who was coming along on a road trip he didn’t sign up for, full of errands for things he didn’t need. This was 3 hours of driving all together to the nearest city. Considering that, I worked out a little deal that if he behaved, was helpful (he helped list the things he could do to be helpful), he could have a reward at the end. He was behaving pretty well, but my husband’s expectations are high, in my opinion. At one point, son starts saying he’s hungry. Husband threatens he may not get his reward. I try to smooth things over saying, “it’s okay, he’s just hungry.”
Later my husband refused to go get the reward; he didn’t want to go to the mall. I smoothed it over once again by promising to buy the reward online. Understandably our son was disappointed he couldn’t have his reward today but would have to wait maybe weeks.
Husband snapped soon after again for my son having a little laugh at his expense (grabbing a handful of chips while he was driving, with some of them falling). I hinted at my husband’s fuse being short and he made me repeat that TWICE in a taunting sort of way. I just repeated myself, “maybe your fuse is short”. He spun it on me, apparently “I was the one who got mad at him in public.” Total deflecting.
I tried to bring it up this evening to no avail. He thinks I’m being condescending. He also thinks I spoil our kid. Sadly I think our child is misunderstood and not shown nearly enough empathy (mostly from his dad, but I’m not perfect by any means). Another example of his father’s treatment… with no consideration of my feelings he worked out a deal with our son last week that if he behaved he could have a cell phone (!) HUGE decision we had been adamantly against, but spur of the moment he springs this on our kid (WITHOUT TALKING TO ME FIRST) partly because 1) he wants to see improvement of his behaviour, and 2) doesn’t think he’ll be able to achieve a few days of perfect behaviour anyway, and even made this known to our kid. When I said I didn’t even agree with this, husband abruptly said “let’s call it off then.” Like the flick of a switch. Indifferent. I reminded him our son would be very upset about this, to which my husbands response was plainly, “you know I don’t care about stuff like that.”
I don’t think he understands how a child thinks and feels, nor does he want to. 90% of the time our relationship is fine, good, but this is bothering me and I’m not sure how to address it with him. I really feel for our kid and feel it is my job to protect him from this unfair treatment. But when I try to do this I am at odds with my husband. There’s no winning.
We are even doing a parenting course at the moment but I have finding him very unengaged; I am doing most of the work. He reverts to the old ways.
And if I am overreacting I would be relieved to know this and could try to relax or support my husband more…

After witnessing the horrors of the Hytale subreddit, who have gone through the exact same ordeal as the Silksong subreddit, my assumption is that -Leth might think that the total number of people who are interested in this game is much larger than the amount of people who discuss it in discord or the subreddit, and is not marketing to us because there is seemingly no reason to at this moment. - The marketing will probably start a month or two before the game actually releases, as seen with previous attempts to release the game, and it will not be marketing towards the subreddit, but rather towards everyone- meaning it will be a big reveal instead of an indie showcase. -the two developers probably don't want to feel pressured about finishing the game, but considering they announced Mina the Hollower, that could possibly be communicated about after Silksong releases?
Why team cherry should communicate with us -most of us will definitely buy this game, but there are reasons to not trust Team Cherry at this point, especially since they are making 2 games at once, which they haven't done before, and one game has been in the final stages of development for years. Communicating with us right now would help create excitement for their games in the future. Relying on your audience to just buy a game because it is high quality will only work until a game that doesn't interest the same scope of people is released. Another assumption will be that Team Cherry tries to communicate consistently after starting Silksong marketing, and it will probably work well. Communicating with people in this subreddit will be the primary marketing for their next game. Therefore, this must become a Mina the Hollower subreddit if we ever want communication from Team Cherry.
TLDR: theoretically we will never be targeted for Silksong marketing, but if we pretend to be a Mina the Hollower subreddit, we will get communication from Team Cherry and the insanity might go away.

Heya, I’m m23 from North Holland, I’m Dutch born, after my cooking school I dove headfirst into working and effectively slowly but steadily lost a lot of my friends/high school connections.
Lately I have decided to work less and even thinking of studying, I am queer friendly, open minded but a somewhat chaotic texter. I enjoy gaming as a sort of destressing thing but mainly play single player stuff but am open to getting new games to play with peeps. Used to avidly enjoy anime although haven’t really kept up to date but I have interest to pick it up again one day I enjoy dry humor, goofy memes and such. since I am a cook by trade, I have always enjoyed cooking, and that sort of stuff And Im always up for outdoorsy adventure stuff or whatever!
Beyond that I lately have had an interest in perhaps taking the gym seriously, perhaps there are gym goers who are up for a newbie?
I guess this is a bit of a rough introduction, perhaps a bit bland but I’m certain I can be fun sometimes!

So too kinda explain my situation I am out of a vehicle after my speed3 was totaled so I started looking around at wrx’s totally sold myself on getting one went to a ton of different dealships saw some good and then some bad and landed on a dark grey 2019 with 60k ish miles. Good looking car-fax paint still is in good shape went too the dealer for maintenance. Test drove it and it drove great. Totally stock except for a short throw shifter. Was hoping to have everything wrapped up on Monday. However I have read amazing and poor things as always with any car. But would love to hear anyones personal experience with the FA20’s as I’m sure there a few that are pretty high mileage now. From my understanding they are pretty robust correct? I’m not afraid of maintenance as my speed3 was a maintenance queen and for some reason ate spark plugs every 6k miles. My main reason for this post is to make sure I’m not missing anything major when looking for these cars and I would love any input with those who have way more knowledge than I do.
(Cars going for 20k completely out the door and only has a limited 3 month warranty. I plan on bringing the car if I purchase it to a very trusted mechanic who specializes in speed3,wrx,evos and having him do a once over to find anything before the warranty is out)

Ever since the beginning of high-school, my friend dramatically changed in a bad way, it started with her becoming home coming queen and getting popular, she immediately became friends with a someone we can call emmy. This girl is a super bad influence and she started introducing vaping and drugs. She later met this boy, and they broke up and then tried to get back with him, I told her no and i slept over to stop her from doing anything, she ended up talking to him and again and thats when her and emma started getting closer. Anyways ever since she started getting distant she stopped talking to me and my other friend we can call her Avery. Me and Avery were very upset that she was doing drugs and vaping and that she was pretending that we didn’t exist when she was with her popular friends. When we would call her she would be texting someone or talking about Emma or saying how great she is or complaining about her. She stopped texting us in general and the only time she would talk to us it was about her new boyfriend. She continued to be this way and says rude comments to Avery like saying your outfit looks weird or your stupid, and she would tell me insensitive stuff about my dad, (he passed away) she was in general becoming a bad friend. After Emma started to ditch her she texted me and Avery saying “I feel like you guys made me the back-up friend” when she ditched us and we did absolutely nothing we stayed the same. I told her that we feel like the back-up friend and she said the feeling is mutual. When she clearly replaced us, she gave an apology to Avery but not me. She wants to reconnect but we are not sure what to do because she is being extremely rude and wants to be friends right after she replaced us and then she got replaced. what do we do? Please help

Hiiiii!
Sorry in advance if this has been brought up a million times already, I searched high & low for experiences with Azstarys & kept coming up empty.
I just got my diagnosis this past Wednesday & was put on Azstarys 39.2mg (will titrate up as needed). My doctor is an actual angel & she stressed to let her know any adverse effects & to keep a log of how I’m feeling. I’m on day 3 and oh my GOD the sleepiness 😩 has anyone had this happen? My doctor did say initially I might feel super relaxed as my mind was not in total chaos mode but eventually as I take it daily I should get used to it. Will this lethargy go away? I legit feel like I just took a Xanax, I’ve been taking a 2 hr nap daily since I’ve been on it. I do feel really good mentally just soooo chilled out. Maybe this is my body’s way of regulating everything? Any input is appreciated, thanks ladies.

Had a hand I played last night that would love some thoughts on. 1/2 nlhe full ring ~250 effective. Button straddle, hero in BB with TdTs opens to 20, button calls. Flop 7d7x3d, hero cbets 35 button calls. Turn 2s hero continues for $75 villain calls. River Qc hero checks, villain jams for $140 remaining, hero calls hoping to bluff catch a missed flush draw. Villain turns over 33 for the flopped full house.
Obviously tough to win when your opponent flops the full house. But from a GTO standpoint, thinking that it may be better to bet small on this flop with a lot of our range to push equity advantage on a board villain is unlikely to connect with. We have effective nut advantage with overpairs. villain may float some A high as well as lower pocket pairs. Then, if villain calls, size up on the turn with a more polarized range?
I feel like the large flop bet folds out a lot of villains range that we beat. we only get calls from hands that are dominating us or fairly high equity flush draws. As played on the flop maybe have to check turn as TT is maybe not sufficiently polarized to continue large on turn?
Anyway, would love some input here, especially if anyone is able to plug this into a solver.

Just got the game a day or two ago on the sale, and I'm really enjoying it! I need some help though on how to deal with later game combat. What races should I be trying to get in my crew and what upgrades/weapons should I be prioritizing? I get that lvl4 shields is excessive, blast doors help with boarders, and that burst weapons can take down shields, but I'm still having trouble around sector 6/7. I feel like that's because I haven't set up my ship properly, so boarders, high shields, and missiles are really tearing me apart. any tips? (no spoilers please, I want to be surprised when I learn what the flagship is)

I’m planning to get a Kensui EZ vest (pro V2) in order to progress my calisthenics workouts eventually. What I’m concerned about is that while the sleeves holding the weight are removable if you want to keep ROM on pushups and rows, it seems like it’ll be unable to carry as much weight. I’d like to be able to keep the ability to progress my workouts even further, so I’m thinking I’ll get some kind of raised platforms for my hands, feet, and the dip bars I use for rowing and dips, so that I can maintain my ROM even with the sleeves so I can keep adding weight. I’m just wondering what would be the best thing to use for that. I’ve seen FitnessFAQs use plyo boxes so he can do pushups with a dip belt, but since I’m not going to use such low hanging weight I don’t think I need it that high. I’m even thinking a few planks of wood from some home improvement store could do the trick for cheap (the sleeves seem to only be 7cm long). Also, for the dip bars, I row on them lined up instead of parallel (I do some pronated and some supinated work), and they do rock around a bit, and I don’t want to risk them slipping and falling off the platforms while I’m working out. Any ideas to attach/secure them to the platforms?

Hi all. Been lurking here for a few weeks and some if your posts have helped so much, as heart breaking as they are. Dday was March 8 and we are both very committed to recovery.
I'm looking for some advice on how to handle seeing the AP socially. I don't want to get into the whole sordid story right now but my husbands had been having an affair for many years, at least 10 but it could have been more. He is a functional alcoholic and had a cocaine problem for years (the drugs unknown to me until dday). He has been sober since dday with no intention of returning to substance abuse. He's an entertainer and exceptionally well known and incredibly well liked (famous in his genre but not so you would know him famous). She is a groupie, the ultimate fan that he's been having drunken 3am booty calls with for years. Devastated, betrayed, broken and all of the adjectives I see here daily apply but I do think he's not lying when he says he loved me and wants to make this work. Overall recovery is happening...shaky and uncertain of course but happening all the same.
But my problem is that I cannot avoid seeing the AP. It's the same wider social circle and his job puts him in a publically available forum five or six nights a week and that cannot change. AP hasn't given up...messaging him and me, creating new profiles when blocked. She stayed away for weeks but is showing up constantly now that she is realizing it's over. It's humiliating but I have to put on a good face, especially in light of the public nature of the affair...his drunkenness literally every night he was with her made him think he was at least being discrete but it was obvious to many...some have reached out since dday to give me info...too late, but thanks anyway. She was around for years and everyone thinks she's just a doll, including so many of our friends who know her but don't know the story.
I haven't exposed this publically except for a raging Facebook post that I quickly deleted day 1. But publically, in our circle, people know. Not everyone but it's a close knit industry and gossip is rampant. My plan is to hold my head high and ignore her but I know she will cause trouble soon enough...she's a known pot stirrer.
Any advice other than ignore her? Any dignified (or not) comebacks for what are sure to be her pointed comments? She is utterly shameless in her continued pursuit and is determined to cause more trouble between us. Ironically, it's helping to bring us together a bit more but my stomach churns at the very thought of continually seeing her.
Thanks all. I appreciate any wisdom or advice you have.

The concept of blue zones is usually distorted by carnivore advocates who claim all the blue zones were based on diets high in animal fats and proteins or nonsense from keto quacks like Steven Gundry who claim it is because the old people in these zones were smoking or drinking sheep's milk.
The truth is, there isn't any scientific evidence to support the blue zones concept, the idea has never been embraced by the medical and scientific communities. The blue zones was a research project not a scientific study, modern diet influencers promoting this idea on social media are unaware about how the concept was developed. If you read the original papers, the idea of diet hardly came up.
There are no controlled studies, no long-term epidemiological studies. Much of the evidence is anecdotal due to lack of records and is second-hand taken from interviews of relatives.

The problem with trying to determine how many very old people are alive in an area is that the further back you look to verify ages, the worse the records get. It’s reasonably easy to figure out where and when a person was born if they are 80. But when we’re talking about 110-year-olds, the records are decidedly patchier. (The supercentenarians at the start of the Blue Zones study were born in the late 1800s.)

https://slate.com/technology/2023/11/centenarian-blue-zone-health-long-life-netflix.html
In regard to alleged supercentenarians in these zones, there is a recent article that notes the likelihood of fraud

These pockets of extreme longevity seem to occur in areas with “greater poverty, higher illiteracy, higher crime rates, and worse population health” than the norm, according to Oxford scientist Saul Newman. Data from the United Nations even suggests that Cambodia was a blue zone of sorts during the genocide of the Khmer Rouge. These hotspots can be chiefly explained by welfare fraud, identity theft, name-saking and criminal abuse of the pension system, or by genuine confusion over dates or lack of birth certificates. Some are banal in any case.

https://archive.is/d9beK
Another issue is the abuse of the pension system

“Whenever you get an investigation of the pensions system, the rate of centenarians suddenly collapses. That is what happened in Greece after the financial crisis,” said Dr Newman, now at Oxford University’s Leverhulme Centre for Demographic Science.
The Greek labour ministry concluded that 200,000 pensions were being paid to fraudulent claimants. Most of the country’s 9,000 centenarians were dead. The same happened in Japan in 2010 after the mummified corpse of Tokyo’s “oldest” man was discovered. His family had been drawing the pension from his bank account for 32 years. The inquiry discovered that 238,000 people listed as aged 100 or more were unaccounted for. Some had died in the Second World War.

https://www.rnz.co.nz/national/programmes/sunday/audio/2018708179/dr-saul-newman-debunking-the-blue-zone-longevity-myth

Only 18% of ‘exhaustively’ validated supercentenarians have a birth certificate, falling to zero percent in the USA, and supercentenarian birthdates are concentrated on days divisible by five: a pattern indicative of widespread fraud and error. Finally, the designated ‘blue zones’ of Sardinia, Okinawa, and Ikaria corresponded to regions with low incomes, low literacy, high crime rate and short life expectancy relative to their national average. As such, relative poverty and short lifespan constitute unexpected predictors of centenarian and supercentenarian status and support a primary role of fraud and error in generating remarkable human age records.

https://www.biorxiv.org/content/10.1101/704080v3
Saul Newman who wrote the above received a lot of abuse for questioning the blue zones.
The blue zones concept is mostly a marketing myth to sells books and ideas about diets. Dan Buettner is most well known for this. There was a recent series on Netflix about the blue zones.
Michel Poulain who originally proposed the blue zones published a paper in 2011 in which he was unable to verify the claims of longevity in Okinawa due to lack of records surviving WW2.
https://www.demographic-research.org/articles/volume/25/7/
Since 2011 no new evidence has come to light.
If we actually look at the oldest people in the world right now whose birth certificates have been validated
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_oldest_living_people
They are mostly from Japan, Spain and Brazil. None of these are blue zones.
I realise that all sorts of diet gurus promote the blue zones online but if you go looking there isn't any good scientific evidence to support this concept. The concept has now just become a marketing myth to promote diets.
If you read Michel Poulain's original research he hardly mentions diet, it's literally mentioned twice in passing yet online influencers only talk about this topic.
https://web.archive.org/web/20200302043123/http://austriaca.at/0xc1aa500e_0x00307bb6.pdf
Interestingly if you read Poulain's work, he says

In Okinawa, as elsewhere in Japan, the individual validation of age is based on the koseki, a family register containing records of all members of a family, including gender, dates and places of birth, names of parents, dates of marriage and divorce if any, date and place of death. Unfortunately, for privacy reasons, data extracted from the koseki such as birth and death records are only accessible by directly asking the relatives of the concerned persons or for official legal proceedings.

In conclusion the blue zones lacks scientific evidence. The concept is best explained through welfare fraud, pension abuse, identity theft and confusion due to lack of birth records.

This movie flies under the radar it seems like. I never ever see anyone talk about it. It is with Nicholas Cage and Joaquin Fenix. This movie is insanely good and I would technically call it a horrothriller. The subject matter in the movie is really really dark and there are tons of twists and turns. Honestly, I think the late 90's and the early 2000's was the absolute peak of cinema. This film is like Silence of the Lambs if you're wondering.
I felt a lot of anxiety throughout this film and I would highly recommend this to everyone. For those that don't know, it's about Nicholas Cage (a private detective) getting hired because a wealthy woman found her deceased husband's snuff film he had hidden in his secret safe. The concept of snuff films really unnerve me. The film is also sad especially towards the end, it even makes you tear up a little bit.
Anyway, for those that have seen it, what did you think ? You liked it as much as I did ?

Hi! I’m from the Midwest, but that doesn’t stop me from finding a connection with someone anywhere in the world. I am looking to take things slowly and see where they go, whether it’s as friends or a relationship. I’m just looking to meet new people and whatever happens, happens.
Things about me: - I have many interests, but my main ones are - cooking/baking, traveling, nature, animals, health & wellness, and even art. - My family and friends would describe me as kind, loving, caring and funny. - Physically (attraction does matter) - under 5’5, dark blonde, curvy/avg body. - AuDHD, extremely high functioning. - INFJ personality type, so I’m pretty rare ;) - I’m a student in healthcare - I do hate voice calls and I don’t have the time for FT, but if we really connect, I’ll see what I can do lol - I do not share photos on Reddit, so please do not ask.
Things about you: - Ages: Women - 23-26. Men - 28+. - Please be respectful, kind, caring, and know how to have some fun. - If single & would like to get to know me in a dating way, you should know that I do want children (if you have a child, that’s totally okay too) - I prefer someone to be motivated, hard working, and supportive. - If you’re interested in farming/animals - that’s definitely a plus. - Attraction does matter on both ends. I don’t mind if you’re a little overweight, I dont mind a lot of things - personality matters most to me. I do tend to go for East Asian and white men though (just so you can get an idea of my type, though this does not always matter).
Hope to hear from you soon! Send me a message with a little bit about yourself <3

Hello everyone. I am currently finishing my associates degree as a business major. Next semester will be my last and I want to apply to a prestigious school. I would like to know what my chances are. My current GPA is 3.84. I went to high school outside of the USA. Over there I did comunity service cleaning the botanic garden in my city and I also volunteered to an organization that took care of kids with down syndrome. My extracurriculars are not exceptional but the whole time I was at school I worked full time as a substitute teacher and a personal aide with special needs students. I forgot to mention I am a first generation student, my mom never graduated from college because she could not afford it so she had to drop out and my father did not even go to highschool. My dream schools are university of Pennsylvania, Princeton and MIT.However, I would still like to know if I have a chance of getting in a top 15 college. I would also like to go to UT Austin or Cornell university, Rutgers new Brunswick .